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Posted using PostyBirb", "writing": "LIMEWAH'S 100K VIEW RAFFLE\n\n HYPERLINK \"http://www.furaffinity.net/user/lmann\" www.furaffinity.net/user/lmann \n\nPrize # 1 : MiloMesmer\n\nUnaware\n\nNudity \n\nCasual \n\nStripper \n\nOverstimulation\n\nArt by VeniceDogs\n\n HYPERLINK \"http://venicedogs.bsky.social/\" Venicedogs.bsky.social \n\n HYPERLINK \"http://www.twitter.com/venice_dogs\" www.twitter.com/venice_dogs \n\nIt was weird how Home Away from Home was completely, totally barren. It was supposed to be one of the hottest cafes in town. He could see why. It certainly lived up to the `home' part of the name, with its wooden floors and soft chairs and couches that gave it a sort of log-cabin vibe.\n\nAnd yet, Milo was alone in there. The chest-nut furred mule deer couldn't even see a barista behind the counter, let alone any customers... or the friend he was supposed to meet.\n\n``Hello? Anyone there?''\n\nNo response.\n\nWell, at least those big, comfy looking couches were free. He could sprawl a bit.\n\nHe made his way over to a particularly plush looking red one and scooched right into the middle of it. As if there were people on either side of him. But there weren't. \n\nMilo was clearly alone.\n\nHe had the vague feeling of being watched, but it was easy to brush it off.\n\nIt felt kind of warm compared to the outside chill. The deer was feeling a little overdressed with his long olive-green coat and his thick black scarf. So he leant forward to unbutton the coat and took it off, flinging it behind him before untucking his scarf and doing the same. Now down to a long sleeve button-up shirt and his rolled up jeans, he allowed himself to lounge just a little more. \n\nBut he still felt a little warm, like there were bodies on either side of him and pressing in. If he focused his attention on that feeling, he could have sworn he was being touched. That someone was playing with his hair.\n\nBut Milo was clearly alone.\n\nIn fact... what if he kept going? If no one really was here, maybe he could let it all hang out...\n\nHe stood up from the couch, his hands already going to the lowest button of his shirt. He caught a glimpse of himself in a far mirror... he was looking really cute today. It was a shame no one was around to watch him slowly shrugging out of his shirt and baring his slender, smooth-furred body. Or to watch him unbutton his jeans very slowly before slipping his fingers underneath and easing them teasingly down his thighs, to reveal his bulge in his dark trunks. He could imagine them staring, egging him on, maybe even trying to slip some money into the hem of his undies, like he was in a club. It was a sight people would pay for, he was pretty sure.\n\nBut Milo was clearly alone.\n\nHe slipped out of his shoes and kicked them off to the side, his hooves clicking on the floor. He widened his stance out, staring at himself in the mirror with his hands on his hips. His little tail fluttered back and forth as he pushed his ass out.\n\nMaybe he ought to take up stripping... he had the body for it.\n\nHe plopped back down in the seat with a satisfied sigh, closing his eyes and feeling the soft fabric against his now almost-nude flesh. \n\nHe felt like he was getting away with something incredibly naughty; it was exhilarating. It was rare that Milo allowed himself to cut loose and be an exhibitionist. He usually was too shy to, even around close friends or crushes.\n\nHe had no problems doing so in the comfort of his home. But then again, it was in the name of the cafe, he could act like he was at home.\n\nIn fact, why hadn't he taken off his undies? He walked around nude a lot when he was home alone. \n\nHe felt itchy around the waistband too. Like some ghostly hands were tickling at him and trying to get him to ease them off. Like he had an audience after all.\n\nBut Milo was clearly alone.\n\nHe eased his fingers under the waistband and slowly pulled them down. He was going to make his non-existent audience work for it. He lifted his hips and pushed the back of his trunks down to reveal the curvature of his thick, pert ass. He kept his cock covered... only just. There was a hint of the hilt visible, pushed down by the waistband. Gradually, he revealed more and more of it until eventually it sprung out and stood up straight to attention.\n\nMilo could imagine an audience fawning over him, people salivating at the deer's thick length and svelte thighs, eager for a taste of him. Maybe they'd even want to buy an evening with him.\n\nHe probably wouldn't say no. Probably.\n\nHe could even imagine them touching him now. He perceived vague images, mirage-like shapes swarming around him. A hand sliding behind his rear to grip a cheek and spread it. A finger pushing and swirling against his tailhole before slowly pushing in. His legs getting lifted in the air, muzzles nibbling into the flesh of his ankle and thighs. A wet nose nuzzling under his balls and making him giggle and moan. Something pressing against the tip of his cock, firm and taut, sloooowly pushing down to engulf him.\n\n``Ahngh...!'' Milo gasped, throwing his head back only to feel an imaginary tongue push into his mouth and force it open. It felt so... real. He felt his dick quiver and throb in that imaginary tailhole. More hands rubbed his belly, his neck, his back. He felt himself being lifted up from the couch and being shifted into someone's lap. The other sensations stopped for a moment before they resumed. 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Prize # 1 : MiloMesmer

Unaware

Nudity

Casual

Stripper

Overstimulation

Art by VeniceDogs

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It was weird how Home Away from Home was completely, totally barren. It was supposed to be one of the hottest cafes in town.  He could see why. It certainly lived up to the `home' part of the name, with its wooden floors and soft chairs and couches that gave it a sort of log-cabin vibe.

And yet, Milo was alone in there. The chest-nut furred mule deer couldn't even see a barista behind the counter, let alone any customers... or the friend he was supposed to meet.

``Hello? Anyone there?''

No response.

Well, at least those big, comfy looking couches were free. He could sprawl a bit.

He made his way over to a particularly plush looking red one and scooched right into the middle of it. As if there were people on either side of him. But there weren't.

Milo was clearly alone.

He had the vague feeling of being watched, but it was easy to brush it off.

It felt kind of warm compared to the outside chill. The deer was feeling a little overdressed with his long olive-green coat and his thick black scarf. So he leant forward to unbutton the coat and took it off, flinging it behind him before untucking his scarf and doing the same. Now down to a long sleeve button-up shirt and his rolled up jeans, he allowed himself to lounge just a little more.

But he still felt a little warm, like there were bodies on either side of him and pressing in. If he focused his attention on that feeling, he could have sworn he was being touched. That someone was playing with his hair.

But Milo was clearly alone.

In fact... what if he kept going? If no one really was here, maybe he could let it all hang out...

He stood up from the couch, his hands already going to the lowest button of his shirt. He caught a glimpse of himself in a far mirror... he was looking really cute today. It was a shame no one was around to watch him slowly shrugging out of his shirt and baring his slender, smooth-furred body. Or to watch him unbutton his jeans very slowly before slipping his fingers underneath and easing them teasingly down his thighs, to reveal his bulge in his dark trunks. He could imagine them staring, egging him on, maybe even trying to slip some money into the hem of his undies, like he was in a club. It was a sight people would pay for, he was pretty sure.

But Milo was clearly alone.

He slipped out of his shoes and kicked them off to the side, his hooves clicking on the floor. He widened his stance out, staring at himself in the mirror with his hands on his hips. His little tail fluttered back and forth as he pushed his ass out.

Maybe he ought to take up stripping... he had the body for it.

He plopped back down in the seat with a satisfied sigh, closing his eyes and feeling the soft fabric against his now almost-nude flesh.

He felt like he was getting away with something incredibly naughty; it was exhilarating. It was rare that Milo allowed himself to cut loose and be an exhibitionist. He usually was too shy to, even around close friends or crushes.

He had no problems doing so in the comfort of his home. But then again, it was in the name of the cafe, he could act like he was at home.

In fact, why hadn't he taken off his undies? He walked around nude a lot when he was home alone.

He felt itchy around the waistband too. Like some ghostly hands were tickling at him and trying to get him to ease them off. Like he had an audience after all.

But Milo was clearly alone.

He eased his fingers under the waistband and slowly pulled them down. He was going to make his non-existent audience work for it. He lifted his hips and pushed the back of his trunks down to reveal the curvature of his thick, pert ass. He kept his cock covered... only just. There was a hint of the hilt visible, pushed down by the waistband. Gradually, he revealed more and more of it until eventually it sprung out and stood up straight to attention.

Milo could imagine an audience fawning over him, people salivating at the deer's thick length and svelte thighs, eager for a taste of him. Maybe they'd even want to buy an evening with him.

He probably wouldn't say no. Probably.

He could even imagine them touching him now. He perceived vague images, mirage-like shapes swarming around him. A hand sliding behind his rear to grip a cheek and spread it. A finger pushing and swirling against his tailhole before slowly pushing in. His legs getting lifted in the air, muzzles nibbling into the flesh of his ankle and thighs. A wet nose nuzzling under his balls and making him giggle and moan. Something pressing against the tip of his cock, firm and taut, sloooowly pushing down to engulf him.

``Ahngh...!'' Milo gasped, throwing his head back only to feel an imaginary tongue push into his mouth and force it open. It felt so... real. He felt his dick quiver and throb in that imaginary tailhole. More hands rubbed his belly, his neck, his back. He felt himself being lifted up from the couch and being shifted into someone's lap. The other sensations stopped for a moment before they resumed. Milo could feel a cock pushing in, and it felt as real as any toy he'd ever taken.

Heavy breaths brushed against the back of his neck, along his face and his thighs, feeling so incredibly, overwhelmingly real.

His head was swimming with excitement and pleasure as he was milked, licked, massaged, fucked by every interested patron of the cafe. He was a plaything for everyone in that place to enjoy, with their eyes or with their body. Not least of all the red panda bouncing on his cock and brushing their tail against his face - the one who'd invited him here in the first place, but who he'd completely forgotten about. He was the epicentre of attention.

But Milo was clearly alone.

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