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just like that, she had hit a nerve. the sweet spot that took her hours to find in most women was easily found in seconds with most men: challenge their masculinity, and all courtesy fell right out to the wayside.

he advanced, aggressive as all get-out -- her own fur remained smooth, as if she were not seconds away from feeling teeth in her hide. canting her hips with a flick of her tail, the siren neatly rejoined with a sultry croon: "don't threaten me with a good time." she could call his bluff -- and fight it too, if need be.

all the while her body remained poised, her claws digging into the earth subtly -- each a sign she was ready for physical altercation, if it came to that.