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Author: Guede Mazaka
Rating: PG. Possible bestiality issues.
Pairing: Um. Sands-bunny/El-kitty'Sands-kitty/El-kitty.
Disclaimer: Never mine, always R. Rodriguez's, dammit.
Feedback: Yes, please. Whatever you can spare.
Summary: The Sands-muse learns why it's bad to snitch stuff from the El-muse.
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Stretched out on his back, El-kitty patted and pawed and tumbled the soft ball of yelling fluff. Little teeth snapped at his paw, which he quickly withdrew before jouncing his toy high in the air. When it came back down, he wrapped all four limbs and tail around it before it could try another bite.
"El, you are dead. Deader than the proverbial doornail. Deader than wood. Deader than fucking dead-" the Sands-bunny squirmed, wildly slapping its ears about "-you goddamn fur-hacking feline. I am not. Fucking. Yarn."
"You smell like my catnip." El-kitty took a little nibble along the side of one Sands-bunny eartip, which froze with the rest of the rabbit. He licked over one white-pebble eye, then squeezed the Sands-bunny's tail with his backpaw. "Why do you keep popping back into this shape, anyway?"
"Because the Chicle-bunny thinks all cats are out to eat him, and I like having one sane person-animal-whatever to talk to." Sands-bunny twitched and flop-relaxed into Sands-kitty, who promptly clawed at El-kitty's tail. "Fucker."
Unperturbed by the continued struggling, El-kitty flipped them over and began to groom Sands-kitty's head and neck. "Hmm. You taste like my catnip, too."
"I'm going to shove your stupid pointy muzzle down into the litter box when…when…" Sands-kitty grudgingly melted. "Oh, fuck it. A little left, thank you."
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