Tegakianon's Secret

Tagakianon had gotten a lot better at drawing; everyone in the thread had noticed.

They were posting right now, even. The doodles being posted were slowly slipping further and further into lewd territory.

Some might ask if Tegakianon was a boy, or a girl.

The answer was that Tegaki was, in fact, a They.

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A male Fennec Fox hunched over his tablet, periodically manually refreshing the thread.

(It was set to auto-update, of course. But it was an old habit.)

He had the discord open. And, in the Direct Messages section, were unread messages. They both left their mics on, but they tended to mute each other and use text instead. They were from his sister.

The other Tegakianon.

The two of them shared everything, including prompts. They had mastered their sibling's style, enabling them to lead a united front as Tegaki.


They also shared their thoughts. Ideas.

Fantasies.

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The female Fennec was having trouble concentrating.

She was trying to draw fresh memes for the thread. She and her brother had decided on Kit to be their author-avatar, as a fellow Fennec.

But now, someone had posted a joke about lewding Tegakianon, and now people were talking about it. Weaving lewd greentexts and asking Tegaki to draw lewds.

It was getting to her.

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It was getting to him.

He bit his lip, sharing some of the hottest greentexts and ideas with his other half over discord, typing away with one paw.

The other carefully unzipped his shorts.

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She bit her lip. She was flustered. Flustered and hot.

Too hot. She tugged her panties down, leaning back in her chair and hoping it would help her cool down. It wasn't working.

She was in the middle of drawing a doodle, doing her best to concentrate. But even as she kept one paw on her tablet's pen, she couldn't help but let her other paw wander down.

It felt so wrong to pleasure herself to this.

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It felt so wrong to stroke himself off to the thread like this. So wrong, yet so right.

He panted, huffing for breath as he worked. He could barely focus on the lines he was making, trusting to his experience and muscle memory.

What would it be like, to really give himself to the threads? To attend a meet-up?

To let the others draw on HIM with their cum?

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She gave a soft moan, pen shaking as she drew. Oooh fuck.

Maybe she should attend a meet-up. Anonymously- Her brother could be Tegaki alone for a while. Nobody had to know.

She wondered if there would be any zebras there. They had to get awfully pent up, with those hooves.

She could help.

She wanted to help.

The pen slipped off the tablet entirely as she lost herself entirely to pleasure and her own fantasies.

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The pen skidded out of one paw as he groaned out, making a sticky mess of the other.

Still in the haze of orgasm, he posted the latest drawing… At the same time as his sister. Oops.

Someone speculated Furchan must have bugged.

More people seemed worried. Was Tegaki okay? Was he having a stroke?

He licked the cum off his paw, and tabbed over to Discord. He unmuted his sister's Voice. She lived across the city now, but when he did that...

Hot, heavy post-orgasm panting. Her headset must be close. He could hear every breath.

“You too?”

“Hff. Y-yeah… Me too.”

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She decided to be the one to respond.

'yeah', she typed out with one paw, staring at the glint of her own arousal on her paw. 'im okay!'