Caer sighed and one paw came up to rub at her weary eyes as she ascended the steps to her apartment. It had been a very long day and all she wanted was a nice hot shower, a bowl of ice-cream and to sit in her jammies watching her favourite movie before bed.

Her paw came to rest on the handle of her front door and she frowned, why was it unlocked? With trepidation she slooowly opened the door and tiptoed in, ready to tackle any intruders. Her tv and stereo system were untouched and the skunk started to relax a bit when she heard movement from her bedroom.

She slammed the door open to find her underwear drawer open and two very guilty looking raccoons festooned with her bras, panties, stockings and suspenders. They froze where they knelt, staring up at the Amazonian figure in the doorway around whom stormclouds were visibly gathering.

They froze in place for a moment, staring at one another before Caer moved. The raccoons shot past her and she took off in hot pursuit, gathering magic and whipping her hand forward. Two ringed tails fluffed and they shrieked as her aim proved true. Caer's muzzle stretched with a smug smile and she headed back to celebrate with a bowl of ice-cream.

Commission for  farx