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finding the old story fragments and drawings I started rewatching some Wuzzles episodes I hadn’t watched in years. I have episodes recorded on VHS that are probably in a box somewhere but they’re all on YouTube, which is so much easier and easy to take screenshots of. This story is very different from the bits I found and touches on elements I don’t think I’d have even thought of in the 80s. Characters who act feral are so hot and it’s a fun thing to play with. So is freelance villainy.\n\nIn this one I don’t mess around before getting to the sex. I hope readers will stick around and read the after-sex part too. I think it’s funny and meaningful in its own way but I’m weird so readers may disagree on that count. If you think I’m a freak for writing this stuff you’re probably right.\n\nI’ve had a thing for Hoppo for so long but I’d forgotten some of the minor characters like Transylvia and had to write her into the story. When a character has a name like that I can’t resist the obvious. She’s pretty cute too, which I’d forgotten. She’s basically a take on Witch Hazel from [i]Bewitched Bunny[/i] but with Tress MacNeille instead of June Foray for the voice and she’s a lot cuter and less human looking. If she got an actually good makeover with her hair done nicely she’d look lovely, which she may not want but I’d love it. She makes a perfect silly villain too.\n\n[mediumthumb]2232026[/mediumthumb]\n\nI imagined all those lines as spoken by Joanne Worley and Tress MacNeille and kept laughing at it. At one point I considered inserting [b][Tress MacNeille Laugh][/b] into the dialog in place of, “cackled excitedly.”", "description_bbcode_parsed": "After finding the old story fragments and drawings I started rewatching some Wuzzles episodes I hadn’t watched in years. I have episodes recorded on VHS that are probably in a box somewhere but they’re all on YouTube, which is so much easier and easy to take screenshots of. This story is very different from the bits I found and touches on elements I don’t think I’d have even thought of in the 80s. Characters who act feral are so hot and it’s a fun thing to play with. So is freelance villainy.

In this one I don’t mess around before getting to the sex. I hope readers will stick around and read the after-sex part too. I think it’s funny and meaningful in its own way but I’m weird so readers may disagree on that count. If you think I’m a freak for writing this stuff you’re probably right.

I’ve had a thing for Hoppo for so long but I’d forgotten some of the minor characters like Transylvia and had to write her into the story. When a character has a name like that I can’t resist the obvious. She’s pretty cute too, which I’d forgotten. She’s basically a take on Witch Hazel from Bewitched Bunny but with Tress MacNeille instead of June Foray for the voice and she’s a lot cuter and less human looking. If she got an actually good makeover with her hair done nicely she’d look lovely, which she may not want but I’d love it. She makes a perfect silly villain too.

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I imagined all those lines as spoken by Joanne Worley and Tress MacNeille and kept laughing at it. At one point I considered inserting [Tress MacNeille Laugh] into the dialog in place of, “cackled excitedly.”", "writing": "[center]The Wild One[/center][center][/center]\n\nJagle waited. He laid full out along the branch of a hickeroak tree waiting for someone, anyone really, to come along the path below. He was hoping it would be a certain someone but that would be a lot to expect. His head and beak hung over the side of the branch with his tongue slightly protruding. His spotted pelt blended in with the patchy sunlight shining down through the forest canopy. The only wuzzle who had passed all morning was Bumblelion who was out running. He’d stopped to pee by the side of the path and Jagle had watched, and then masturbated a little. But he didn’t get himself off. The feline jock wasn’t his type at all. It was still interesting to watch a wuzzle pee in the forest.\n\nHis ears perked up as he heard someone coming in the distance. Branches were crunching under big feet. Then he heard her voice. “It was so crazy,” she said, “it was like the incident at the bar-mitzvah all over again.” There was a pause as if she were listening to someone else then she said, “Yeah, I know, Syl.” Jagle flattened himself against the branch and tucked in his wings. In a moment Hoppopotamus appeared, strolling down the path toward where Jagle was hiding in the tree above. His heart started thumping and he felt his cock grow tight in his sheath. She walked daintily, her hips and big belly swaying. She was wearing a pink polka-dot swimsuit with a striped towel over her shoulder and a pair of flip-flops.\n\nJagle started drooling. He’d seen her naked so many times and wearing some silly outfits and wigs. This time she was wearing a two-piece swimsuit. Somehow it made her even more attractive and emphasized her lovely figure more than it would if she were totally naked. It made the jaguar hybrid think of squeezing her little breasts gently in his talons. They weren’t obvious when she was wearing nothing but the cups of pink fabric emphasized them. His pointed cock slipped from his sheath and dribbled pre-cum as she passed by below. He tried to stay silent as a little bit of cum squirted from his cock onto the tree branch. Below, Hoppo said “It’s too bad you can’t come, girl,” she said into her phone, “It’s a perfect day to go swimming.”\n\nHe sighed as he watched her walk off into the distance, her lovely rear and fluffy tail swaying.\n\nThe jaguar-eagle sat up on the branch and licked the dribbling cum from his cock. Now he knew where she was going and that she’d be alone.\n\nJagle flew through the forest, dodging tree branches, until he reached the swimming hole. He circled above and checked behind all the trees to be sure nowuzzle was around. Then he slipped into the water behind the big patch of cabbittail reeds. The water was warm and made the roots of his feathers feel good. \n\nIn a few minutes Hoppo appeared. The dappled sunlight glistened on her pale violet body and turned the tuft of fur on her head into a little glowing halo. “I’m [i]heeere![/i]” she announced. She waited a moment standing in the sunlight, disappointed that no one responded. She didn’t know she had a silent audience. “Hmf,” she said as she put her towel down.\n\nShe wiggled as she kicked off her flip-flops and stepped into the water, holding her phone above her head. Jagle watched as the water embraced her body. The hippobunny who seemed so ponderous on land slipped into the water where she became graceful. Her big belly and little breasts floated, contained in the thin pink fabric. She bounced on the rocky bottom and floated over to the far side. She twisted her phone to start the camera and positioned herself in the sunlight with cabittail reeds in the background. Then she made kissy faces and playfully pulled her top down a little with one hand to take a saucy photo.\n\nHoppo swam back to shore and fiddled with her phone. “I don’t want to put on too many emojis,” she said to herself while covering the bit of exposed breast in one photo with a kiss mark. Then she looked oddly at the screen. She said to herself, “Who the heck is that?”\n\nShe looked at the cabbittail reeds and narrowed her eyes. A head ducked behind them. She left her phone behind on a rock and gracefully bounced on the bottom of the pond again, rapidly crossing the water and approaching the reeds. She said loudly, “Okay, you! Whoever you are spying on me! Come out now!” She parted the reeds with her hands.\n\nJagle looked startled and cowered away from her, only his eyes and beak above water.\n\n“Come out of there you pervert,” she said, grabbing him by the ear.\n\nThe jageagle struggled for a moment and then flopped head-first into the water on top of her. She dragged him into the deep water by his ear. Instead of trying to get away he wrapped his paws around her and kissed her on the neck with his beak.\n\n“Hey, getoff!” she shouted.\n\nJagle held her tight and purred while head-butting her chin.\n\n“Whatareyou?” she asked, “What kind of wuzzle are you anyway?”\n\nThe beaked feline said, “Queck!” then resumed purring.\n\nHoppo did the backstroke, carrying the two of them to the shore. “I don’t think you’re a Queck,” she said, “Your beak isn’t right.” She tried to disentangle herself and failed. She picked up her phone and opened the [i]Wuzzdentifier[/i] app. She snapped a picture of her purry friend.\n\n“So, this says you’re a jagle?” she said, “A dangerously aggressive predator that lies in wait to… you’re not going to eat me, are you?”\n\nJagle tilted his head. Then he suddenly nodded rapidly. He said, “Wek wek!” and put his paws on the lower part of her swimsuit.\n\n“None of that, you!” she shouted, but the creature persisted. She struggled up onto the shore, backing away from him. He let go of her, sitting on his haunches in the water looking as if he were about to cry.\n\nHoppo sat on the rock, her legs spread, facing him with her crotch barely above the water. “Umm, hey, mister Jagle,” she said quietly, “None of that grabby stuff, okay?”\n\nHe sat in the water and nodded slowly.\n\n“You understand me but you’re not very talkative, are you?” she said.\n\nHe nodded again, a bit less sadly this time.\n\n“And surely you can’t resist my charms,” she said.\n\nHe nodded vigorously this time. Hoppo could see something pink showing under the water.\n\n“You want to eat me, not [i]eat[/i] me, right?” she said. Her tiny wings vibrated.\n\nJagle didn’t respond but started drooling. It dripped from his pointed tongue into the water.\n\n“I suppose sometimes a girl has to take it where she can get it.” she said, “And no one has offered to eat me out since Pandeaver in high school. I’d love to let Bumblelion do it with that rough lion tongue of his but he doesn’t even give me the time of day. And yours is the same but pointy, isn’t it?”\n\nJagle put his head down and looked up at her. “Wek?” he asked.\n\n“So long as you understand this is no strings attached, right?” she responded.\n\nThe cateagle nodded vigorously, drool flying from his beak.\n\n“If we’re going to do this,” she said, “I’m going to make something good for my premium subscribers.” Hoppo raised her phone and pointed it down at herself. She slowly undid the ties on her bikini bottom with one hand. She let the front slip into the water in front of her where it framed the cleft of her pussy, which lay half in the water. Drops of water ran down from her puff of pubic fur, which was the same color as the fur on her head, and down her lips.\n\nJagle approached slowly and gently touched her slit with his tongue. He looked up at her.\n\n“Go ahead,” she said, “and make it good.” She leaned back on the rock, giving him full access.\n\nJagle wrapped his paws around her ample thighs and opened his beak. He slipped his long pointed tongue straight into her opening and slurped upwards, teasing the wuzzle’s clitoris. He started lapping furiously while purring. The vibration stimulated her even more.\n\n“Whoa,” Hoppo said, “slow down a little, champ.”\n\nJagle slowed his lapping, pushing his tongue further in and opening his beak wider until it pressed against her pubes. He thrust his tongue in and out, the tiny spines on its upper surface grabbing on her insides each time he withdrew. He could taste sweetness as her pussy became more slippery.\n\n“[i]Oohhhhh![/i]” she cooed, “That’s more like it.”\n\nHoppo rocked her hips, humping Jagle’s muzzle as he thrust his tongue into her. She placed her hand on his head as he licked her deep inside. She began to moan and her body shook.\n\n“You’re my good boy,” she moaned. Jagle looked up at her as he pumped his tongue in and out.\n\nHer body was convulsed again. Her pussy tightened around his tongue.\n\n“Now, now, slow down a little,” she said, “and slowly lick my clit. Just like that.” She moved her phone to zoom in on the action as his tongue teased her little pink clit, which had barely emerged from her meaty hood.\n\n“Ooh, yeah, ooh, I’m gonna,” she panted. A squirt shot from her urethra and spattered Jagle’s tongue and the camera lens. He lapped up the sweet fluid.\n\n“[i]Ohhhhh[/i], that’s so good,” Hoppo said, “I’ve never squirted without using a vibrator before. But you have one built in, don’t you my good boy?”\n\nJagle’s wings ruffled and he cuddled up against her side. His erect penis pressed against her ample thigh.\n\nShe focused the phone’s camera on his pointed feline penis and began to stroke it with her hand. He started to hump rapidly and in a few seconds shot a big squirt of cum. It sprayed into her tuft of lavender pubic fur.\n\nHoppo said, “Good boy,” and stroked his head. She zoomed in on the droplets of cum and then his pink penis as it slowly retreated into his sheath. She tapped the phone screen to stop recording after his pink lipstick tip disappeared into the darkness within.\n\nHoppo touched the cum in her pubic fur and then licked her fingers. She said, “You’ve got pretty good taste.” She slid out of her swimsuit bottoms and slipped into the water. Little swirls of cum streamed from her pubic fur. She kissed Jagle on the beak.\n\nThe two of them floated in the water cuddling each other.\n\n“Now, what am I going to do with you?” Hoppo asked.\n\n=========================================\n\n[i]Later that evening… [/i]\n\nThree dark shapes came down out of the night sky outside Hoppo’s house. They all had bat wings but one was straddling an oddly curved stick. The three touched down gently just outside the door. The two dingbats looked up at their mistress lovingly.\n\n“Stay out here, my pretties,” Transylvia said to them, “and catch me some good bugs. Find a rotten dead thing for breakfast tomorrow if you can. Maybe even fresh if it’s not quite dead yet.”\n\nShe knocked on the door. From inside Hoppo shouted, “Come iiiiin!” Sylvia let herself in the unlocked door and put her boomerang-stick in the umbrella rack in the entryway.\n\nHoppo blew a kiss toward Sylvia as she entered. The hoppopotamus was on her couch in front of the television with Jagle curled up next to her. His paws were wrapped around her body and his head resting in her crotch.\n\n“Quite a lovely specimen,” Sylvia said, “he looks so deadly and handsome too.”\n\nJagle raised his head and said, “Qua?” in her direction.\n\n“Yes, you,” she said, patting his head, “you’re a beautiful predatory death wuzzle.”\n\nSylvia pulled up a chair and sat next to them, petting Jagle.\n\n“Syl,” Hoppo said, “Since I found him he won’t leave my side. He even follows me into the little wuzzle’s room and watches. I don’t know if you can help or what. Maybe some potion or something to make him a little less clingy.”\n\n“Help?” Sylvia asked and cackled excitedly, “I can certainly offer you some advice and help adjusting to your new friend. You’ve found yourself a fine minion and you’ll never regret it. I can tell you, when I met my first dingbat, Ferdinand, it wasn’t exactly love at first sight but he wouldn’t leave my side for a month. When you two bond, it’s for life, and the fringe benefits are great. That’s for sure.”\n\n“Fringe benefits?” Hoppo asked, “You’re not suggesting?”\n\nTransylvia cackled loudly and asked “Who do you think VultureBabe69 is in your subscriber list? I have an alert set to let me know when you post a squirting video so I’ve seen it all. Three times this afternoon. He’s quite a catch and obviously good with his tongue. I’ve never seen you squirt without a vibrator before.”\n\n“Well then,” Hoppo said, blushing, “so long as we understand each other.”\n\nSylvia continued, “My dingbats love it when I let them knot me at the same time. It feels so filling and means wing-cuddle time for half an hour or more. They fill me with so much cum I bottle it and use it in fertility potions. Ferdy is so gentle. He helped me dilate after I had my bottom surgery until I could take his cute little knot.”\n\n“It’s a special kind of love,” Sylvia said, looking into Jagle’s eyes, “and more intimate than any relationship I’ve had with the talking sort of wuzzle. There’s always give-and-take and schedules and old boywuzzles and girlwuzzles and who has to pick up takeout and do the dishes. There’s cheating and… all sorts of complications.”\n\n“I hadn’t thought about it that way,” Hoppo said, “I was thinking of him as a pet.”\n\n“Girl,” Sylvia said, “minions are so much better than pets. Once you have him trained he’ll basically take care of himself and you too. And he can fly, which is always a plus. You can send him out to pick up things and spy on or kidnap your enemies. Then he can come home and fuck you silly as his reward for being a good boy.”\n\n“Oh, Syl,” Hoppo said, “It’s not like I’m a villain or anything. It might be nice to send him out for Thainese but no villainy for me.”\n\n“Silly hoppopotamus,” Sylvia said, “you’ve got a flying killer wuzzle here who loves you. Why not take advantage of that? I’m sure this big guy will do anything for you. And there are so many ways to make good money in villainy. You’ve got the style for it too. It’s better than depending on tips and subscriptions for your delicious videos. Being a villain doesn’t mean you can’t be good friends to your friends and allies.”\n\n“I suppose you’re right,” she responded, “You’ve been a great friend to me since we met, even if that bubblehead Butterbear doesn’t want anything to do with you anymore. I suppose villainy could be a vehicle to fame and fortune too.”\n\n“That’s your thing,” Sylvia said, “I prefer to live alone with my minions. You could always go the secret identity route too. Pop star by day, music producer blackmailer by night.”\n\n“That [i]is[/i] an idea,” Hoppo said.\n\n“Let's make popcorn,” Sylvia said, “Vampghoulie is on in a few minutes. We can watch [i]Horror of Skowl Mountain[/i] together with your new minion tonight. Once you and he are well bonded I’ll help you train him good. Then we can talk about some group adventures.” She winked and cackled again.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
The Wild One


Jagle waited. He laid full out along the branch of a hickeroak tree waiting for someone, anyone really, to come along the path below. He was hoping it would be a certain someone but that would be a lot to expect. His head and beak hung over the side of the branch with his tongue slightly protruding. His spotted pelt blended in with the patchy sunlight shining down through the forest canopy. The only wuzzle who had passed all morning was Bumblelion who was out running. He’d stopped to pee by the side of the path and Jagle had watched, and then masturbated a little. But he didn’t get himself off. The feline jock wasn’t his type at all. It was still interesting to watch a wuzzle pee in the forest.

His ears perked up as he heard someone coming in the distance. Branches were crunching under big feet. Then he heard her voice. “It was so crazy,” she said, “it was like the incident at the bar-mitzvah all over again.” There was a pause as if she were listening to someone else then she said, “Yeah, I know, Syl.” Jagle flattened himself against the branch and tucked in his wings. In a moment Hoppopotamus appeared, strolling down the path toward where Jagle was hiding in the tree above. His heart started thumping and he felt his cock grow tight in his sheath. She walked daintily, her hips and big belly swaying. She was wearing a pink polka-dot swimsuit with a striped towel over her shoulder and a pair of flip-flops.

Jagle started drooling. He’d seen her naked so many times and wearing some silly outfits and wigs. This time she was wearing a two-piece swimsuit. Somehow it made her even more attractive and emphasized her lovely figure more than it would if she were totally naked. It made the jaguar hybrid think of squeezing her little breasts gently in his talons. They weren’t obvious when she was wearing nothing but the cups of pink fabric emphasized them. His pointed cock slipped from his sheath and dribbled pre-cum as she passed by below. He tried to stay silent as a little bit of cum squirted from his cock onto the tree branch. Below, Hoppo said “It’s too bad you can’t come, girl,” she said into her phone, “It’s a perfect day to go swimming.”

He sighed as he watched her walk off into the distance, her lovely rear and fluffy tail swaying.

The jaguar-eagle sat up on the branch and licked the dribbling cum from his cock. Now he knew where she was going and that she’d be alone.

Jagle flew through the forest, dodging tree branches, until he reached the swimming hole. He circled above and checked behind all the trees to be sure nowuzzle was around. Then he slipped into the water behind the big patch of cabbittail reeds. The water was warm and made the roots of his feathers feel good.

In a few minutes Hoppo appeared. The dappled sunlight glistened on her pale violet body and turned the tuft of fur on her head into a little glowing halo. “I’m heeere!” she announced. She waited a moment standing in the sunlight, disappointed that no one responded. She didn’t know she had a silent audience. “Hmf,” she said as she put her towel down.

She wiggled as she kicked off her flip-flops and stepped into the water, holding her phone above her head. Jagle watched as the water embraced her body. The hippobunny who seemed so ponderous on land slipped into the water where she became graceful. Her big belly and little breasts floated, contained in the thin pink fabric. She bounced on the rocky bottom and floated over to the far side. She twisted her phone to start the camera and positioned herself in the sunlight with cabittail reeds in the background. Then she made kissy faces and playfully pulled her top down a little with one hand to take a saucy photo.

Hoppo swam back to shore and fiddled with her phone. “I don’t want to put on too many emojis,” she said to herself while covering the bit of exposed breast in one photo with a kiss mark. Then she looked oddly at the screen. She said to herself, “Who the heck is that?”

She looked at the cabbittail reeds and narrowed her eyes. A head ducked behind them. She left her phone behind on a rock and gracefully bounced on the bottom of the pond again, rapidly crossing the water and approaching the reeds. She said loudly, “Okay, you! Whoever you are spying on me! Come out now!” She parted the reeds with her hands.

Jagle looked startled and cowered away from her, only his eyes and beak above water.

“Come out of there you pervert,” she said, grabbing him by the ear.

The jageagle struggled for a moment and then flopped head-first into the water on top of her. She dragged him into the deep water by his ear. Instead of trying to get away he wrapped his paws around her and kissed her on the neck with his beak.

“Hey, getoff!” she shouted.

Jagle held her tight and purred while head-butting her chin.

“Whatareyou?” she asked, “What kind of wuzzle are you anyway?”

The beaked feline said, “Queck!” then resumed purring.

Hoppo did the backstroke, carrying the two of them to the shore. “I don’t think you’re a Queck,” she said, “Your beak isn’t right.” She tried to disentangle herself and failed. She picked up her phone and opened the Wuzzdentifier app. She snapped a picture of her purry friend.

“So, this says you’re a jagle?” she said, “A dangerously aggressive predator that lies in wait to… you’re not going to eat me, are you?”

Jagle tilted his head. Then he suddenly nodded rapidly. He said, “Wek wek!” and put his paws on the lower part of her swimsuit.

“None of that, you!” she shouted, but the creature persisted. She struggled up onto the shore, backing away from him. He let go of her, sitting on his haunches in the water looking as if he were about to cry.

Hoppo sat on the rock, her legs spread, facing him with her crotch barely above the water. “Umm, hey, mister Jagle,” she said quietly, “None of that grabby stuff, okay?”

He sat in the water and nodded slowly.

“You understand me but you’re not very talkative, are you?” she said.

He nodded again, a bit less sadly this time.

“And surely you can’t resist my charms,” she said.

He nodded vigorously this time. Hoppo could see something pink showing under the water.

“You want to eat me, not eat me, right?” she said. Her tiny wings vibrated.

Jagle didn’t respond but started drooling. It dripped from his pointed tongue into the water.

“I suppose sometimes a girl has to take it where she can get it.” she said, “And no one has offered to eat me out since Pandeaver in high school. I’d love to let Bumblelion do it with that rough lion tongue of his but he doesn’t even give me the time of day. And yours is the same but pointy, isn’t it?”

Jagle put his head down and looked up at her. “Wek?” he asked.

“So long as you understand this is no strings attached, right?” she responded.

The cateagle nodded vigorously, drool flying from his beak.

“If we’re going to do this,” she said, “I’m going to make something good for my premium subscribers.” Hoppo raised her phone and pointed it down at herself. She slowly undid the ties on her bikini bottom with one hand. She let the front slip into the water in front of her where it framed the cleft of her pussy, which lay half in the water. Drops of water ran down from her puff of pubic fur, which was the same color as the fur on her head, and down her lips.

Jagle approached slowly and gently touched her slit with his tongue. He looked up at her.

“Go ahead,” she said, “and make it good.” She leaned back on the rock, giving him full access.

Jagle wrapped his paws around her ample thighs and opened his beak. He slipped his long pointed tongue straight into her opening and slurped upwards, teasing the wuzzle’s clitoris. He started lapping furiously while purring. The vibration stimulated her even more.

“Whoa,” Hoppo said, “slow down a little, champ.”

Jagle slowed his lapping, pushing his tongue further in and opening his beak wider until it pressed against her pubes. He thrust his tongue in and out, the tiny spines on its upper surface grabbing on her insides each time he withdrew. He could taste sweetness as her pussy became more slippery.

“Oohhhhh!” she cooed, “That’s more like it.”

Hoppo rocked her hips, humping Jagle’s muzzle as he thrust his tongue into her. She placed her hand on his head as he licked her deep inside. She began to moan and her body shook.

“You’re my good boy,” she moaned. Jagle looked up at her as he pumped his tongue in and out.

Her body was convulsed again. Her pussy tightened around his tongue.

“Now, now, slow down a little,” she said, “and slowly lick my clit. Just like that.” She moved her phone to zoom in on the action as his tongue teased her little pink clit, which had barely emerged from her meaty hood.

“Ooh, yeah, ooh, I’m gonna,” she panted. A squirt shot from her urethra and spattered Jagle’s tongue and the camera lens. He lapped up the sweet fluid.

“Ohhhhh, that’s so good,” Hoppo said, “I’ve never squirted without using a vibrator before. But you have one built in, don’t you my good boy?”

Jagle’s wings ruffled and he cuddled up against her side. His erect penis pressed against her ample thigh.

She focused the phone’s camera on his pointed feline penis and began to stroke it with her hand. He started to hump rapidly and in a few seconds shot a big squirt of cum. It sprayed into her tuft of lavender pubic fur.

Hoppo said, “Good boy,” and stroked his head. She zoomed in on the droplets of cum and then his pink penis as it slowly retreated into his sheath. She tapped the phone screen to stop recording after his pink lipstick tip disappeared into the darkness within.

Hoppo touched the cum in her pubic fur and then licked her fingers. She said, “You’ve got pretty good taste.” She slid out of her swimsuit bottoms and slipped into the water. Little swirls of cum streamed from her pubic fur. She kissed Jagle on the beak.

The two of them floated in the water cuddling each other.

“Now, what am I going to do with you?” Hoppo asked.

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Later that evening…

Three dark shapes came down out of the night sky outside Hoppo’s house. They all had bat wings but one was straddling an oddly curved stick. The three touched down gently just outside the door. The two dingbats looked up at their mistress lovingly.

“Stay out here, my pretties,” Transylvia said to them, “and catch me some good bugs. Find a rotten dead thing for breakfast tomorrow if you can. Maybe even fresh if it’s not quite dead yet.”

She knocked on the door. From inside Hoppo shouted, “Come iiiiin!” Sylvia let herself in the unlocked door and put her boomerang-stick in the umbrella rack in the entryway.

Hoppo blew a kiss toward Sylvia as she entered. The hoppopotamus was on her couch in front of the television with Jagle curled up next to her. His paws were wrapped around her body and his head resting in her crotch.

“Quite a lovely specimen,” Sylvia said, “he looks so deadly and handsome too.”

Jagle raised his head and said, “Qua?” in her direction.

“Yes, you,” she said, patting his head, “you’re a beautiful predatory death wuzzle.”

Sylvia pulled up a chair and sat next to them, petting Jagle.

“Syl,” Hoppo said, “Since I found him he won’t leave my side. He even follows me into the little wuzzle’s room and watches. I don’t know if you can help or what. Maybe some potion or something to make him a little less clingy.”

“Help?” Sylvia asked and cackled excitedly, “I can certainly offer you some advice and help adjusting to your new friend. You’ve found yourself a fine minion and you’ll never regret it. I can tell you, when I met my first dingbat, Ferdinand, it wasn’t exactly love at first sight but he wouldn’t leave my side for a month. When you two bond, it’s for life, and the fringe benefits are great. That’s for sure.”

“Fringe benefits?” Hoppo asked, “You’re not suggesting?”

Transylvia cackled loudly and asked “Who do you think VultureBabe69 is in your subscriber list? I have an alert set to let me know when you post a squirting video so I’ve seen it all. Three times this afternoon. He’s quite a catch and obviously good with his tongue. I’ve never seen you squirt without a vibrator before.”

“Well then,” Hoppo said, blushing, “so long as we understand each other.”

Sylvia continued, “My dingbats love it when I let them knot me at the same time. It feels so filling and means wing-cuddle time for half an hour or more. They fill me with so much cum I bottle it and use it in fertility potions. Ferdy is so gentle. He helped me dilate after I had my bottom surgery until I could take his cute little knot.”

“It’s a special kind of love,” Sylvia said, looking into Jagle’s eyes, “and more intimate than any relationship I’ve had with the talking sort of wuzzle. There’s always give-and-take and schedules and old boywuzzles and girlwuzzles and who has to pick up takeout and do the dishes. There’s cheating and… all sorts of complications.”

“I hadn’t thought about it that way,” Hoppo said, “I was thinking of him as a pet.”

“Girl,” Sylvia said, “minions are so much better than pets. Once you have him trained he’ll basically take care of himself and you too. And he can fly, which is always a plus. You can send him out to pick up things and spy on or kidnap your enemies. Then he can come home and fuck you silly as his reward for being a good boy.”

“Oh, Syl,” Hoppo said, “It’s not like I’m a villain or anything. It might be nice to send him out for Thainese but no villainy for me.”

“Silly hoppopotamus,” Sylvia said, “you’ve got a flying killer wuzzle here who loves you. Why not take advantage of that? I’m sure this big guy will do anything for you. And there are so many ways to make good money in villainy. You’ve got the style for it too. It’s better than depending on tips and subscriptions for your delicious videos. Being a villain doesn’t mean you can’t be good friends to your friends and allies.”

“I suppose you’re right,” she responded, “You’ve been a great friend to me since we met, even if that bubblehead Butterbear doesn’t want anything to do with you anymore. I suppose villainy could be a vehicle to fame and fortune too.”

“That’s your thing,” Sylvia said, “I prefer to live alone with my minions. You could always go the secret identity route too. Pop star by day, music producer blackmailer by night.”

“That is an idea,” Hoppo said.

“Let's make popcorn,” Sylvia said, “Vampghoulie is on in a few minutes. We can watch Horror of Skowl Mountain together with your new minion tonight. Once you and he are well bonded I’ll help you train him good. Then we can talk about some group adventures.” She winked and cackled again.", "pools_count": 0, "title": "The Wild One", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/rtf", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "132" }