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So. I figured now was as good of a time as any to quantify just how big of a purrvert I really am – and was, when I was a teenager.
When I was twelve, I helped take care of a friend and his siblings when I was over at their place. Not in the sense that I ordered delivery with $20 they left behind and made sure that they were in bed by the time they returned. I learned that I had a nack for taming brats, so I began offering my services as a sitter for hire.
At first, my business was slow. Onsies, twosies from prey families mostly. Nothing regular. But I did learn that fellow boys were tougher to tame than girls, so I changed my rates accordingly.
This changed, when I met the Harcourt twins. They were the first set of twins I was hired to care for, and honestly, one of my first predator clients. I was… nervous, to say the least, when I learned they are foxes. Heard they were up to absolutely no good, and stunk like crazy.
Needless to say, my negative thoughts vanished quickly. As a result of my first night with the Harcourts, I have made lifelong, lasting relationships with canines. In particular, the Redpaws.
What you see above is a mildly accurate depiction of what happened that very first night with the Harcourts.
I learned terms such as “incest”, “eating out”, and what a real canid penis actually looks like, and how they really work.
I learned that night that I was really, really, REALLY, good at eating pussy. Funny, I know.
For the next four years, I tamed female brats using the above depicted, highly effective method. And got paid to do so.
Sure, there were plenty of times when one of my parents would mention “you smell like someone else’s fur soap tonight”. Well, yeah, of course, I’m going straight from swim practice, or later water polo practice, to someone’s house, with little to no time to shower at the pool prior to arriving – and no, I was NOT going to be carrying a bottle with me in my gear bag after having the sixth expensive special bottle of fursoap especially designed to eliminate chlorine spill all over everything in it!