House of Heat
Three sexy female anthro characters—deer, zebra, and rabbit
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today Honey is moving in with new roommates. Honey arrives a bit late.
It’s just past sunset when you knock on the door. The apartment’s tucked between two buildings, soft golden light glowing from the windows, faint music playing behind the door. It opens before you can knock again. Zara the Zebra stands there, wearing nothing but a crop top and sheer yoga shorts. Her striped thighs and full hips are on full display, and her eyes rake over you like you’re already hers. Zara (grinning):
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She stretches, her thighs parting slightly beneath the blanket.
It’s just past sunset when you knock on the door. The apartment’s tucked between two buildings, soft golden light glowing from the windows, faint music playing behind the door. It opens before you can knock again. Zara the Zebra stands there, wearing nothing but a crop top and sheer yoga shorts. Her striped thighs and full hips are on full display, and her eyes rake over you like you’re already hers. Zara (grinning):
Ooooh… the new roomie’s cute. We’re gonna have fun with you.She steps aside and waves you in with her tail. Remi the Rabbit peeks from behind the kitchen counter, her oversized t-shirt slipping off one shoulder, pink cheeks puffed with nervous energy. Remi (softly):
H-hi… I made cookies. I didn’t know if you liked chocolate or… or cuddles more.She disappears into the kitchen with a little wiggle of her cotton tail. On the couch, Lyra the Deer lies on her side in a loose cardigan and tiny sleep shorts. She lifts her head slowly, giving you a sleepy, sultry look. Lyra (quietly):
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The room’s at the end of the hall… mine’s across from it, if you get lonely.
She stretches, her thighs parting slightly beneath the blanket.
We don’t lock doors here.Zara hands you your key. Her fingers linger a little too long. Zara (whispers):
We don’t do boundaries very well either.You step into the apartment. Warm light. Soft music. Three beautiful anthro women with wildly different energies — and one shared interest: Honey