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Some even decide to live out another life, either as an existing native of the world or as a custom built avatar. \n\nWhile most connect remotely via a stasis pod for a temporary trip, others upload their consciousness directly into the Domain for a more extended visit. In the case of the latter, it is safer to create a copy, whose memories can be reintegrated with the original after deciding to end their journey. Whatever your preference, in a group or on your own, you are free to do what you will within the Domain. These instances may seem like near-perfect replicas, but they are nothing more than that. You and your potential companions are the only sentient beings here. The main thing to keep in mind is that, because of how indistinct the Domain is from the outside world, it can be easy to forget that it is only a fabrication. While almost never an issue for those linking remotely, those entering directly run the risk of loosing their sense of time, and in more severe cases their total grasp on reality.\n\n\nDiego, a shabby hyena better known in the community by his handle “Stank Dawg”, was one such individual. Initially intrigued with role-playing in another world, he sent a copy of his mind to his own private instance of Zootopia. After a brief period of sampling perspectives, the hyena found himself quite content occupying the form of the sly fox, Nick Wilde. Not only physically, but mentally too, as the fox’s personality and quirks were fully accessible to him. He would visit his friends, hang out at his favorite locales, even get up to his usual mischief. The fox’s voice, his mannerisms, all of it felt completely natural from the outsiders perspective. It was mesmerizing, and Stank found he didn’t want to abandon it so soon.\n\nOut of respect for his physical form, he took a moment to adjust the time settings relative to the physical world. With only minutes passing on the outside, Stank had now given himself years and years on the inside to screw around in the vast city. Excessive, he admitted, but at least it would put to rest the nagging reminder of returning for the time being. Over the course his first week, the hyena turned fox grew more and more attached to Zootopia, in no small part assisted by the melding of both his mind and Nicks programming. However, while he had started off nearly in-sync with Wilde’s normal day-to-day, the role-playing was already starting to wear thin on his interests. Perhaps it was time to add some new experiences to the fox’s life. [i]Try everything[/i], as it were.\n\n\nInto his second week, Stank would start breaking from the fox’s routine to explore more possibilities. Among these was the Mystic Springs Oasis, a place he felt right at home with. He made new friends, joined a yoga class, and partook of natural herbs, a quality of which was miles ahead of what he had experienced on the outside. The Oasis’ owner, Yax, had taken a particular shine to him and his sudden interest in the naturalist lifestyle. This would blossom into a close friendship, one that would evolve as things progressed. Coming here daily, combined with the greater consumption of euphoric substances, would cause the hyena to sink even further into the narrative of his Domain. He started to buy into the illusion that he was, and perhaps always had been, Nick Wilde. The more these thoughts swam through his digital brain, the more he began to forget about returning to his own world entirely.\n\nDespite all this, it was only a matter of time before Stank’s real-world habits began to emerge into his virtual life, to the detriment of his hosts suave and well-kept manner. Brushing his fine fur coat every morning became tedious, and the fox just up and dropped it from his routine. His hair would start to grow into a thick mop atop his head, along with a scruffy goatee. His new naturalist lifestyle had reinforced ignorance to his personal hygiene, his showers replaced with a preference for a more natural scent. Aside from stripping down while at the Oasis, Stank had bought himself a new wardrobe, one a lot more casual, comfortable, and much less flattering. As a finishing touch, he would spend a morning getting his face and ears pierced, beginning to resemble his outside form more closely. He liked this change, and now having made Nick Wilde his own, he soon realized he had no need for his old self. Denouncing his original species, “Stank Wilde” the fox had accepted his role as a citizen of Zootopia.\n\n\nStanks inner hyena would continue to claw its way out of his new foxy form, however. After nearly a month since his arrival, his more primal urges hit the fox like a truck. A brief period of trying and failing to control himself passed, followed by visits to various night clubs, brothels, and the like in hopes of quelling his urges. Alas, his libido was here to stay, as this only made his urges stronger. If the sexual relapse wasn’t the sole factor, the reinforcement of his many partners kept him coming back. Stank continued his daily visits to the Oasis, trying to balance the sexual beast inside him with a serene and gentle spirit. This too would be a loosing battle, as his increased consumption of the local herbs had begun to dull his mind, leaving more room for the need to breed. To top it all off, his relationship with Yax had progressed to the point where the fox’s feelings could no longer be contained.\n\nAll of this came to a head during one of their private sessions, where a heavily buzzed Stank clumsily confessed his love for the shaggy yak, which was reciprocated with great enthusiasm. Following an intimate moment between the two, the fox had worked up the courage to ask his mate an even more personal question, a favor. Despite his initial confusion, Yax was more than happy to help his buddy out. Positioning his hefty rear in front of the small fox, Yax leaned forward, hiking his tail high. Turning his head to look back at him, he asked Stank if he was sure he wanted this. Blushing, the fox nodded nervously with a sheepish grin, which Yax returned with a smirk. He slowly lowered himself down on his partner, his plump, shaggy ass cheeks snuggly framing the foxes snout as he sat down over him. Stank could feel his dick twitching like crazy as the yaks heavy musk filled his mouth and nostrils, its potency much more intoxicating than he could have imagined. As Yax entered his usual mediative state, the fox began to enter his own as he took a sharp inhale of his mate’s scent. That was all it took for him to finally be at peace with his recent sexual developments. The last push Stank needed to enter the next phase of his new life.\n\n\nSeveral months had passed since then, and the citizens of Zootopia would be forgiven for crossing paths with Wilde without even recognizing him. His unkempt appearance had become much more prevalent, and there was little trace left of what the fox had once been. His originally well-groomed fur had lost its shine, becoming a darker, matted mess. His hair continued to grow, fluffing out on top with a brush-like consistency to compliment his now full beard. Having ceased changing his wardrobe a while ago, Stank had settled on a loose black tank top with baggy shorts. A thin chain necklace hung low around his neck, framing his exposed thick and fuzzy chest fluff. His natural scent had also grown stronger, thanks in no small part from the contribution of his lovers own musk. The special request on the night of Stanks confession had become a near-daily ritual, with him and Yax going at it for longer periods of time. Some of the bovines flies had even migrated over to the fox, which, had there been any doubt before, confirmed to those around him of their relationship. Stank Wilde had become a much more fitting name for him, and eventually, most of the city would know it.\n\nPerhaps a more bizarre twist on his transformation was how irresistible he became to many of those around him. He was now a regular at a handful of the locales and house parties, drawing the gaze (and snouts) of the others within. The stench he had built up, oddly enough, had become comparable to an almost hypnotic aphrodisiac. The other animals could smell the fox from across the room, turning the heads of even the most formerly disinterested individuals. Both the hosts and guests alike, of all shapes, sizes, and genders, were practically lining up for a chance to get a taste of Stank Wilde. As a result of all this, he had gotten very skilled at pleasuring others, and his stamina had increased exponentially from all the practice. His nights would last longer, fueled by his greater consumption of booze and narcotics in addition to the company of his various hook-ups, who would stroke his ego raw.\n\nFriends an acquaintances that the fox had made prior to the hyenas inception had to take some time to adjust to the reality of his new persona. Whether shocked, fascinated, or outright repulsed, all would come to accept it over time. Some would even embrace it, occasionally joining Stank on his outings. His closest friend, Hopps, took a bit longer to adjust to the new Wilde than the others. Once she did, however, she found herself much more enthralled with the fox than she had ever been. The two would spend many a night together, which would always devolve into Stank dumping his nuts into her at least a few times. His memories of her, combined with his new talents, allowed him to press every one of her buttons in just the right way. Hopps had never before known such pure ecstasy, and the dynamic of their relationship had changed drastically.\n\n\nIt had been exactly one year (Domain-time) since the hyena had first entered Zootopia, though the fox had stopped keeping track long ago. He was much too fixated on his personal ‘yoga’ sessions, his next hit of whatever drugs were floating around that night, and how many tight holes he could pump his seed into before dawn. Stanks activities had not even begun to dwindle in interest to him, and the reinforcement that surrounded him would make certain it never did. All of this had taken a noticeable toll on his profile, if you could even call it that. His unwashed fur had become even more matted from all the sweat and spunk that it had accumulated, its deep discoloration clearly visible. His hair had grown into an almost mane-like shag that rested over his shoulders, and his body hair had flourished into a thick, dank forest peeking out from under his arms and out from his shorts. His snout had also swelled considerably, inflamed from all of the constant sniffing, snorting, and huffing.\n\nHe had continued to change mentally as well, a thick layer of sleaze gradually washing over him to match his appearance. His excessive substance intake had softened his digital brain, dulling his gaze and giving off an almost air-headed overtone to his personality. His ego had been stroked so much by this point, so thoroughly, that his confidence and his demeanor had evolved to match it. He had become ruder, cruder, and in some cases, even mean-spirited (all in good, mutually acknowledged fun, of course). If he couldn’t make fellow clientele climax simply by talking dirty to them, his overpowering aroma would finish the job. Between himself and Yax, it was harder to tell who had more flies orbiting around them.\n\nStanks relationship with the smelly bovine had not faltered through any of this. When the two weren’t pleasuring one another, and sometimes in the middle of it, they would have long-winded yet honest conversations about themselves and the world around them. They were as close as ever, and Yax was completely fine with Stanks shenanigans outside the Oasis (he too, had his own outings). In a way, it had only strengthened his attraction to the mangy fox, their sessions becoming rougher, more primal. The sleaze would continue to thicken over time, as Stank would find himself partaking in harder substances, more extreme and taboo activities. His interest in being on the receiving end of things increased, often letting a dozen or so dudes stretch his tailhole during peak hours. \n\nBy this point, the fox had boned and been boned by a sizable portion of the city, a number rapidly rising. Not only drawing others in, he was starting to rub off on them as well. Many of the citizens had adopted some of his lifestyle choices, adding their own unique flair to the mix. Stank was thrilled to watch these changed unfold, and was all too enthused to whore himself out to these rediscovered Zootopians. He was always there to enable their urges, easing their primal instincts out inch by inch, using himself as the catalyst as needed. He would stroke their egos as had been done to him, pushing them to be rougher, tougher, sleazier. Over time, the fox had developed a kink for the whole process, nearly creaming himself with each successful transformation, of which there were many.\n\nLike a virus infecting the city, Stank Wilde had left his mark on Zootopia.\n\n\nAnother few years went by, not that it meant anything anymore. Stank would continue to give into his hedonistic tendencies, day after day, month after month, until all sense of time had been rendered irrelevant. His friends, old and new, provided endless hours of companionship, entertainment, and pleasure. Hopps, now fully committed to supporting Stank and altering her body and mind to match, had the fox’s hot spunk pumped into her more than anyone else in the city. His relationship with Yax had continued to thrive, now helping Stank to draw in more visitors of the Oasis to their [i]enlightened[/i] mindset.\n\nStank had become so utterly corrupted, his mind enslaved to nothing but the pursuit of absolute pleasure, and his visage was the epitome of this fact. His complete disregard for personal hygiene and any sense of class was a sight (and smell) to behold, and the fox owned it with great confidence. Though there we still a handful of citizens who opposed him and his lifestyle, he knew he would turn them in time. It would not be long before he had consumed every facet of Zootopia, and his influence would only grow outward from there. This was who he was, and there was no doubt in his mind that he could have ever been anything else. His identity set in stone, save for one, brief anomaly.\n\nAfter waking up in his dingy apartment one late afternoon, several others passed out on the bed with him, Stank caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror as he prepared to head out. And for the briefest of moments, he felt a small spark in the deep recesses of his brain. He stood, perplexed as he stared at his reflection. The fox ran his paws along his grungy, matted face, through his greasy shag of hair down to their dreaded knots resting on his shoulders. He studied his roughed up form, his grunge encrusted clothing, the chunk missing from his right ear, the swarm of flies that were just as much a part of who he was as anything else. \n\nWhat happened to him? Had he always been this way? Maybe this was just another drug-fueled awakening derived from the Oasis or one of his clubs. The loose screws in his head were turning, trying to recall some important detail he swore he was once aware of. Someone from his past that he had apparently been close to. Someone who, from their perspective, was completely unaware of Stank Wilde.\n\nAnd just like that, these thoughts, unbeknownst to him as his subconsciousness’ final attempt to reassert itself into reality, dissolved. The fox casually brushed all of it aside, never to think on it again. He gave himself a wide toothy grin, showing off his dulled yellow teeth, one of which was now replaced with a gold imitation. Pointing both fingers at the mirror and smugly giving himself an approving growl, Stank Wilde headed out the door for another night of sex, drugs, and bad decisions. \n", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Zootopia. A city where you can try and be anything. A tempting allure for sure, so much so in fact that it’s been drawing the attention of entities outside its own realm, so to speak. Not that any of the cities inhabitants are aware of this fact, nor will they ever be. The society that exists just beyond their reach, with technology that extends far beyond their own, are no strangers to seeking out and observing alternate realities. They do no harm, and they do not interfere. They have no reason to, for they can easily replicate these other worlds for their own use, with the originals none the wiser. Thousands upon thousands of copies can exist in advanced simulated environments, what they refer to as Domains, their purposes ranging from field research to pleasurable excursions. Some even decide to live out another life, either as an existing native of the world or as a custom built avatar.

While most connect remotely via a stasis pod for a temporary trip, others upload their consciousness directly into the Domain for a more extended visit. In the case of the latter, it is safer to create a copy, whose memories can be reintegrated with the original after deciding to end their journey. Whatever your preference, in a group or on your own, you are free to do what you will within the Domain. These instances may seem like near-perfect replicas, but they are nothing more than that. You and your potential companions are the only sentient beings here. The main thing to keep in mind is that, because of how indistinct the Domain is from the outside world, it can be easy to forget that it is only a fabrication. While almost never an issue for those linking remotely, those entering directly run the risk of loosing their sense of time, and in more severe cases their total grasp on reality.


Diego, a shabby hyena better known in the community by his handle “Stank Dawg”, was one such individual. Initially intrigued with role-playing in another world, he sent a copy of his mind to his own private instance of Zootopia. After a brief period of sampling perspectives, the hyena found himself quite content occupying the form of the sly fox, Nick Wilde. Not only physically, but mentally too, as the fox’s personality and quirks were fully accessible to him. He would visit his friends, hang out at his favorite locales, even get up to his usual mischief. The fox’s voice, his mannerisms, all of it felt completely natural from the outsiders perspective. It was mesmerizing, and Stank found he didn’t want to abandon it so soon.

Out of respect for his physical form, he took a moment to adjust the time settings relative to the physical world. With only minutes passing on the outside, Stank had now given himself years and years on the inside to screw around in the vast city. Excessive, he admitted, but at least it would put to rest the nagging reminder of returning for the time being. Over the course his first week, the hyena turned fox grew more and more attached to Zootopia, in no small part assisted by the melding of both his mind and Nicks programming. However, while he had started off nearly in-sync with Wilde’s normal day-to-day, the role-playing was already starting to wear thin on his interests. Perhaps it was time to add some new experiences to the fox’s life. Try everything, as it were.


Into his second week, Stank would start breaking from the fox’s routine to explore more possibilities. Among these was the Mystic Springs Oasis, a place he felt right at home with. He made new friends, joined a yoga class, and partook of natural herbs, a quality of which was miles ahead of what he had experienced on the outside. The Oasis’ owner, Yax, had taken a particular shine to him and his sudden interest in the naturalist lifestyle. This would blossom into a close friendship, one that would evolve as things progressed. Coming here daily, combined with the greater consumption of euphoric substances, would cause the hyena to sink even further into the narrative of his Domain. He started to buy into the illusion that he was, and perhaps always had been, Nick Wilde. The more these thoughts swam through his digital brain, the more he began to forget about returning to his own world entirely.

Despite all this, it was only a matter of time before Stank’s real-world habits began to emerge into his virtual life, to the detriment of his hosts suave and well-kept manner. Brushing his fine fur coat every morning became tedious, and the fox just up and dropped it from his routine. His hair would start to grow into a thick mop atop his head, along with a scruffy goatee. His new naturalist lifestyle had reinforced ignorance to his personal hygiene, his showers replaced with a preference for a more natural scent. Aside from stripping down while at the Oasis, Stank had bought himself a new wardrobe, one a lot more casual, comfortable, and much less flattering. As a finishing touch, he would spend a morning getting his face and ears pierced, beginning to resemble his outside form more closely. He liked this change, and now having made Nick Wilde his own, he soon realized he had no need for his old self. Denouncing his original species, “Stank Wilde” the fox had accepted his role as a citizen of Zootopia.


Stanks inner hyena would continue to claw its way out of his new foxy form, however. After nearly a month since his arrival, his more primal urges hit the fox like a truck. A brief period of trying and failing to control himself passed, followed by visits to various night clubs, brothels, and the like in hopes of quelling his urges. Alas, his libido was here to stay, as this only made his urges stronger. If the sexual relapse wasn’t the sole factor, the reinforcement of his many partners kept him coming back. Stank continued his daily visits to the Oasis, trying to balance the sexual beast inside him with a serene and gentle spirit. This too would be a loosing battle, as his increased consumption of the local herbs had begun to dull his mind, leaving more room for the need to breed. To top it all off, his relationship with Yax had progressed to the point where the fox’s feelings could no longer be contained.

All of this came to a head during one of their private sessions, where a heavily buzzed Stank clumsily confessed his love for the shaggy yak, which was reciprocated with great enthusiasm. Following an intimate moment between the two, the fox had worked up the courage to ask his mate an even more personal question, a favor. Despite his initial confusion, Yax was more than happy to help his buddy out. Positioning his hefty rear in front of the small fox, Yax leaned forward, hiking his tail high. Turning his head to look back at him, he asked Stank if he was sure he wanted this. Blushing, the fox nodded nervously with a sheepish grin, which Yax returned with a smirk. He slowly lowered himself down on his partner, his plump, shaggy ass cheeks snuggly framing the foxes snout as he sat down over him. Stank could feel his dick twitching like crazy as the yaks heavy musk filled his mouth and nostrils, its potency much more intoxicating than he could have imagined. As Yax entered his usual mediative state, the fox began to enter his own as he took a sharp inhale of his mate’s scent. That was all it took for him to finally be at peace with his recent sexual developments. The last push Stank needed to enter the next phase of his new life.


Several months had passed since then, and the citizens of Zootopia would be forgiven for crossing paths with Wilde without even recognizing him. His unkempt appearance had become much more prevalent, and there was little trace left of what the fox had once been. His originally well-groomed fur had lost its shine, becoming a darker, matted mess. His hair continued to grow, fluffing out on top with a brush-like consistency to compliment his now full beard. Having ceased changing his wardrobe a while ago, Stank had settled on a loose black tank top with baggy shorts. A thin chain necklace hung low around his neck, framing his exposed thick and fuzzy chest fluff. His natural scent had also grown stronger, thanks in no small part from the contribution of his lovers own musk. The special request on the night of Stanks confession had become a near-daily ritual, with him and Yax going at it for longer periods of time. Some of the bovines flies had even migrated over to the fox, which, had there been any doubt before, confirmed to those around him of their relationship. Stank Wilde had become a much more fitting name for him, and eventually, most of the city would know it.

Perhaps a more bizarre twist on his transformation was how irresistible he became to many of those around him. He was now a regular at a handful of the locales and house parties, drawing the gaze (and snouts) of the others within. The stench he had built up, oddly enough, had become comparable to an almost hypnotic aphrodisiac. The other animals could smell the fox from across the room, turning the heads of even the most formerly disinterested individuals. Both the hosts and guests alike, of all shapes, sizes, and genders, were practically lining up for a chance to get a taste of Stank Wilde. As a result of all this, he had gotten very skilled at pleasuring others, and his stamina had increased exponentially from all the practice. His nights would last longer, fueled by his greater consumption of booze and narcotics in addition to the company of his various hook-ups, who would stroke his ego raw.

Friends an acquaintances that the fox had made prior to the hyenas inception had to take some time to adjust to the reality of his new persona. Whether shocked, fascinated, or outright repulsed, all would come to accept it over time. Some would even embrace it, occasionally joining Stank on his outings. His closest friend, Hopps, took a bit longer to adjust to the new Wilde than the others. Once she did, however, she found herself much more enthralled with the fox than she had ever been. The two would spend many a night together, which would always devolve into Stank dumping his nuts into her at least a few times. His memories of her, combined with his new talents, allowed him to press every one of her buttons in just the right way. Hopps had never before known such pure ecstasy, and the dynamic of their relationship had changed drastically.


It had been exactly one year (Domain-time) since the hyena had first entered Zootopia, though the fox had stopped keeping track long ago. He was much too fixated on his personal ‘yoga’ sessions, his next hit of whatever drugs were floating around that night, and how many tight holes he could pump his seed into before dawn. Stanks activities had not even begun to dwindle in interest to him, and the reinforcement that surrounded him would make certain it never did. All of this had taken a noticeable toll on his profile, if you could even call it that. His unwashed fur had become even more matted from all the sweat and spunk that it had accumulated, its deep discoloration clearly visible. His hair had grown into an almost mane-like shag that rested over his shoulders, and his body hair had flourished into a thick, dank forest peeking out from under his arms and out from his shorts. His snout had also swelled considerably, inflamed from all of the constant sniffing, snorting, and huffing.

He had continued to change mentally as well, a thick layer of sleaze gradually washing over him to match his appearance. His excessive substance intake had softened his digital brain, dulling his gaze and giving off an almost air-headed overtone to his personality. His ego had been stroked so much by this point, so thoroughly, that his confidence and his demeanor had evolved to match it. He had become ruder, cruder, and in some cases, even mean-spirited (all in good, mutually acknowledged fun, of course). If he couldn’t make fellow clientele climax simply by talking dirty to them, his overpowering aroma would finish the job. Between himself and Yax, it was harder to tell who had more flies orbiting around them.

Stanks relationship with the smelly bovine had not faltered through any of this. When the two weren’t pleasuring one another, and sometimes in the middle of it, they would have long-winded yet honest conversations about themselves and the world around them. They were as close as ever, and Yax was completely fine with Stanks shenanigans outside the Oasis (he too, had his own outings). In a way, it had only strengthened his attraction to the mangy fox, their sessions becoming rougher, more primal. The sleaze would continue to thicken over time, as Stank would find himself partaking in harder substances, more extreme and taboo activities. His interest in being on the receiving end of things increased, often letting a dozen or so dudes stretch his tailhole during peak hours.

By this point, the fox had boned and been boned by a sizable portion of the city, a number rapidly rising. Not only drawing others in, he was starting to rub off on them as well. Many of the citizens had adopted some of his lifestyle choices, adding their own unique flair to the mix. Stank was thrilled to watch these changed unfold, and was all too enthused to whore himself out to these rediscovered Zootopians. He was always there to enable their urges, easing their primal instincts out inch by inch, using himself as the catalyst as needed. He would stroke their egos as had been done to him, pushing them to be rougher, tougher, sleazier. Over time, the fox had developed a kink for the whole process, nearly creaming himself with each successful transformation, of which there were many.

Like a virus infecting the city, Stank Wilde had left his mark on Zootopia.


Another few years went by, not that it meant anything anymore. Stank would continue to give into his hedonistic tendencies, day after day, month after month, until all sense of time had been rendered irrelevant. His friends, old and new, provided endless hours of companionship, entertainment, and pleasure. Hopps, now fully committed to supporting Stank and altering her body and mind to match, had the fox’s hot spunk pumped into her more than anyone else in the city. His relationship with Yax had continued to thrive, now helping Stank to draw in more visitors of the Oasis to their enlightened mindset.

Stank had become so utterly corrupted, his mind enslaved to nothing but the pursuit of absolute pleasure, and his visage was the epitome of this fact. His complete disregard for personal hygiene and any sense of class was a sight (and smell) to behold, and the fox owned it with great confidence. Though there we still a handful of citizens who opposed him and his lifestyle, he knew he would turn them in time. It would not be long before he had consumed every facet of Zootopia, and his influence would only grow outward from there. This was who he was, and there was no doubt in his mind that he could have ever been anything else. His identity set in stone, save for one, brief anomaly.

After waking up in his dingy apartment one late afternoon, several others passed out on the bed with him, Stank caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror as he prepared to head out. And for the briefest of moments, he felt a small spark in the deep recesses of his brain. He stood, perplexed as he stared at his reflection. The fox ran his paws along his grungy, matted face, through his greasy shag of hair down to their dreaded knots resting on his shoulders. He studied his roughed up form, his grunge encrusted clothing, the chunk missing from his right ear, the swarm of flies that were just as much a part of who he was as anything else.

What happened to him? Had he always been this way? Maybe this was just another drug-fueled awakening derived from the Oasis or one of his clubs. The loose screws in his head were turning, trying to recall some important detail he swore he was once aware of. Someone from his past that he had apparently been close to. Someone who, from their perspective, was completely unaware of Stank Wilde.

And just like that, these thoughts, unbeknownst to him as his subconsciousness’ final attempt to reassert itself into reality, dissolved. The fox casually brushed all of it aside, never to think on it again. He gave himself a wide toothy grin, showing off his dulled yellow teeth, one of which was now replaced with a gold imitation. Pointing both fingers at the mirror and smugly giving himself an approving growl, Stank Wilde headed out the door for another night of sex, drugs, and bad decisions.
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