Male eighteen year old fox anthro. While not exactly the most handsom person in the world, more than a few of your female classmates had been after you on occasion, asking for you to take them out on a date or some such thing.
As you look at the rest of yourself, you notice that your finger and toeclaws seemed to be getting a little longer and sharper than you like, and your orange and white fur was starting to fall out a bit, just like it did every summer.
"Well, I best get to grooming myself, and trim my claws," you say out loud. "After all, I don't want to scratch my baby."
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After you are done in the bathroom, and wearing a nice comfortable pair of pants and a t-shirt, you decide to lay down on the couch, where you wonder what you are going to do to make some money.
Suddenly, the doorbell rings, causing you to jump up and run to it. At you open it up, you see...
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