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Finally she was home with her preciouse, yes her presiouse new book. It was way too thick to be clasified with normal comics and such, it was also nice and large. She sets it next to the stereo and drops her cloths, everything into one pile then grabs her favorite butt plug, the condom she had next to it and slides it in with a soft murr, feeling the tension ease away from the day at work. She shifts her hips and enjoys the comforting feeling of the timidly sized plug. It was about 4 inches long, and an inch and a half wide at the most, it was pear shaped and slid in so smoothly.



She looks over at the book then whimpers, she definately wanted to get to it right away, but if she did that now she'ld never eat and her meds meant bad news if she didn't have something. She delves her head into the fridge "Let's see... we have pizza, mmmm, it's only 2 weeks old, it should still be good, and some top ramen, oh there's burger king and what looks like fuzzy cherry pie in the back" she tilts her head "So Mister Freckles, what should we have?" she sighs "That's right ... I forgot, you're deff, mute and invisable so even if you had a suggestion it wouldn't matter ... Maybe I need a better immaginary friend than her ..." she shrugs, knowing no one is really there and grabs the fermenting pie and tosses it before settling down with the petrified pizza platter and proceeding to precure nutrisian from it.



She nibbles on the first slice as she flips the tv on to the show she always watches when she gets home 'Random Comidy Anyway' on the family chanel. She'll watch this till 11, then get the book out and start to read it.



After the first couple of skits, even though it was a rerun, she was definately feeling better, her swaying tail shifting the plug enjoyably as she moved to get her meds, the 4 pills she took twice a day to keep her healthy and together, three for her joints and one for hyperactivity. She goes to get some water and then returns to watch the end of the show, enjoying the hoedown more than usual she glances over at the book fidgety, she never was good at waiting very long. She rips the bag off, grabs the bar-b-que lighter wand, lights the half dozen scented candles she had in her bedroom, flipped on the low light then snuggled deep into her mahagony hard bed, enjoying the feel of the extra firm natural matress against her body, the only real padding on it the quilted cover sheet.



She props pillows under her chest arms and chin then wrapping her arms around the mound, book before her, she looks over the cover 'Super Fox' she grins, the fox on the cover was very cute indeed with the tight suit on and the cape.



She opens it up reading the intro to herself "Faster than a rodeo clown, more powerful than teenage hormones, able to rope many furs in a single bound ... it's Super Fox ... disguiesed as mild mannored Bondo Kent, he waits for a call of help to become protector of the city and gaurdian of truth justice and the bdsm way..."



She starts to giggle emencely, this definately sounded as through it would be most enjoyable, the idea of bondage with superpowers, oh it could be many possibilities. She turns the page eager to beging as the scene opens with Bondo Kent hunched over a type writer typing out a resturaunt review for 'Orange Wasp's' when another reviewer came up and sits on his desk, the short skirt hinting at the edge of her curvy butt as the tail takes a natrual S shape behind her "The cheif wants the report 5 minutes ago Mister Kent" he nods "He'll get it in time, don't worry" his eyes glance up at the thigh and teasing hip of a Miss Cherri Lane as she gets up and makes her way back, hips swaying side to side. Bondo thinks to himself as he peers over the rims of his glasses, using his x-ray vission to see her panties underneith that tight skimpy skirt and smiling as the soft white delicate lace so clearly evident.



"Oh my this is so yummy, oooh, I wish I worked in a place like that. A food and movie critic, wow, two great things, and getting paid to eat and watch movies ... heh, like I ever could wear something like that, I just don't have the tail for it ..." she turns the page, definately getting absorbed into the comic as she continues on, the comic more like a novle than those things one may get at a five and dime.



... Just as Bondo Kent was finishing something catches his super hearing, the sound of a crash from the bathroom window and the scream of Miss Lane as well. He quickly races to the women's restroom, as well as many other employees, and the door is opened. . . The place is in shambles, glass, toilet paper rope and fur everywhere as a message on the mirror reads 'If Super Fox does not meet me in the abandon wearhouse in three hours the girl gets it. Anyone else showing up and there won't be enough left of her to have a cerimony' Bondo slowly slips off and into the store room before leeping out the window and setting off in the direction of the wearhouses ...