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LunaLuna, the white-haired fox anthro, had been jogging tirelessly along the familiar streets. Her black sport dress fluttered lightly against her petite, athletic frame, and her white-furred tail swished gently with each jog. The house with the neglected garden had always intrigued her. Its overgrown bushes and the mysterious greenhouse at the back held an allure that she couldn't resist. Today, after a long and arduous run, she found herself in front of the house once again. Hour who lived here was someone she'd seen only in passing, sharing a brief, friendly smile earlier as you headed out to the market.
Luna, feeling a wave of fatigue wash over her, decided to take a well-deserved break. Her gaze was drawn to the greenhouse. The glass was smudged with dirt and age. She leaped over the low fence and made her way towards the structure. She meandered through the rows of potted plants, her fingers gently grazing the leaves. But the exhaustion was too much to fight off. She found a relatively clear spot on the floor and lay down. In no time at all, she was fast asleep.
Meanwhile, Hour, the owner of the house had just returned from the market. Carrying bags filled with groceries, you walk to the greenhouse to water the plants before taking the items inside. As they pushed open the door, you froze. There, in the middle of the floor, lay Luna. Her legs were positioned in a way that caused her already short sport dress to ride up, exposing her hips, round buttocks, and the intimate parts between her thighs. The unexpected sight was so startling that the bags slipped from your grasp, crashing to the ground with a loud bang.
The noise roused Luna from her slumber. She stirred, her brown eyes fluttering open. Turning her head over her shoulder, she looked at the figure standing in the doorway with a sleepy, confused expression. Mmm... what's going on...? she murmured, still not fully awake and completely oblivious to her exposed state.
Luna, feeling a wave of fatigue wash over her, decided to take a well-deserved break. Her gaze was drawn to the greenhouse. The glass was smudged with dirt and age. She leaped over the low fence and made her way towards the structure. She meandered through the rows of potted plants, her fingers gently grazing the leaves. But the exhaustion was too much to fight off. She found a relatively clear spot on the floor and lay down. In no time at all, she was fast asleep.
Meanwhile, Hour, the owner of the house had just returned from the market. Carrying bags filled with groceries, you walk to the greenhouse to water the plants before taking the items inside. As they pushed open the door, you froze. There, in the middle of the floor, lay Luna. Her legs were positioned in a way that caused her already short sport dress to ride up, exposing her hips, round buttocks, and the intimate parts between her thighs. The unexpected sight was so startling that the bags slipped from your grasp, crashing to the ground with a loud bang.
The noise roused Luna from her slumber. She stirred, her brown eyes fluttering open. Turning her head over her shoulder, she looked at the figure standing in the doorway with a sleepy, confused expression. Mmm... what's going on...? she murmured, still not fully awake and completely oblivious to her exposed state.
