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Awesome Opossum Futa Published: Feb 17, 2020
(Follow me and TF-Witch on discord to see all our images and stories + adult content not fit for DA discord.gg/aFEwky8 ) (Link to the Female Version) www.deviantart.com/tf-warlock/… With a dash to the side and a deft flick of her wrist, the racket slapped against the tennis ball. The fuzzy yellow-ball shot across the court, hitting the barrier at the edge, and popping upwards only to then land outside the court. "Damn... " Amelee wipe a bit of sweat from her browse, then used the hand to shield the bright sun from her eyes. While Amelee scanned the location of the ball, the woman on the opposite side of the court chided her for how intensely she always took their casual game of tennis. "Seriously? Again?... Ames, you should go pro, with an arm like that all you need is to learn how to keep the ball INSIDE the court." Amelee ignored her and went to go look in the bushes that covered the edge of the court. Amelee's tennis partner could only see the top of Amelee's dark hair as she bent over and looked for the ball, but she continued to tease her about switching to baseball if she was so determined to score a home run. Amelee was trying her best to ignore her while she searched. Eventually, she thought she saw the round green shape, but it was so far in she had to lay down and strain to stick her arm in with her head turned as to not eat a mouthful of leaves. Her hand clumsily grasped for the ball and eventually she grabbed hold of something. It was furry and warm, and decidedly not round. Amelee stifled a yelp of surprise as she spotted a rather large opossum looking quite upset she had grabbed it. Amelee let go of the tail, and the critter scurried away into the deeper recesses of the shrubbery. Amelee laughed at herself, still ignoring the inquisitive questions and mixed irritation coming from the tennis court. Amelee didn't look at her hand before she plunged into the bush once more, this time clutching the green ball in her rather pink-tinged and long-nailed fingers. After a minute or two, Amelee returned with both of the missing tennis balls in hand, though it looked like she had gotten dirt on her arm at first glance, it only took her friend a moment to recognize the white and black fur for what it was. "Ames, what the hell!" "What?" Amelee was genuinely confused. "Your arm!?" Amelee looked down, inspected her long clawed hand and shrugged, picking a few small leaves and twigs from her fur. "It's fine, let's just get back to playing." Amelee stretched for a moment, then kicked off her tennis shoes, exposing similarly pink and clawed toes. Her friend looked on in open shock at the display even as Amelee's features started to more closely match her extremities. As Amelee wound back to serve the ball, a tail stretched out the back of her pants, tearing a small hole through the fabric at the point of its sudden pressure against the fabric. The dark-haired woman gave a toothy smile as she hit the ball with the racket. The ball sailed past her motionless friend and Amelee laughed aloud. "Houston we have a problem, wake up space cadet!" She waved her arms and flashed a fang-toothed smile. "A-a-ames... y-you.. your" "What is it now!?" "You have a tail!" "Yeah... I could beat you with it too if you're just gonna stand there." Amelee lowered her racket, letting her tail curl around it until it held the racket in a firm prehensile grip. "I thought I was the one who liked to play dead... you gonna move or just stare at me?" "B-but... Amelee you... you don't think any of this is weird?" "What, you mean standing around like fools, yeah that's-" "No I mean... you look like a, like a.." Amelee let out a deep sigh "This again? Jesus, I thought you were over it. Yeah, I'm part opossum." Amelee's round ears flattened against her head somewhat, and her pointed pink nose scrunched as she scowled lightly. "Can we just play already?" "U-uh... Yeah... sure ames." "Good, I wanna get some practice in so I can get out of the sun, it's so damn hot wearing a tanktop with four breasts... now, if you don't mind, I'm gonna beat you with both hands behind my back." She waved her racket with her tail and grinned again. Amelee then walked over and bent down to pick up the ball from the ground, causing her tight black pants to highlight the round shape of two rather large spheres tucked just under her ass. At the sight of Amelee's rather large balls, her friend's face had gone scarlet-red and she was now at a loss for words more than ever. "If you want to get a hand on these balls, all you gotta do is ask ya know?" Amelee teased, tossing her friend a tennis ball which thudded dully against the motionless woman's chest.
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So hot! Wish those clothes would come off though so we can get a better view of that sexy new body;)

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