>Be sitting on porch
>Looking out over chicken coop
>Fucking 'yotes keep killing your chickens
>At least you think it's the 'yotes
>Bush rustles
>Grab slavshit carbine
>Pair of very 'yotey ears pop up
>Rack bolt
>Girls face emerges from the bush
>Notice her boobs come out first
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>She sees the rifle
>Slinks back in
>Tell her to just come out already, and put rifle down
>Is 'yote girl
>Looks sad
>Ask why
>She just mutters something, and walks over to me
>Ask why again
>She admits to killing one of my birds
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>Very annoyed now
>She says she's sorry
>Tells me there's some shit innawoods eating all the shit she usually would
>Killing off the normal 'yotes too
>Fuckingskinnies.fuckyou
>Sigh, and sit back down
>She follows, bushy tail tucked between her legs
>It's almost the most adorable thing you've ever seen
>She sits down on the porch next to you
>Hand idly begins to pet her head
>She winces at first 
>Gradually accepts the headpats
>Tell her it's alright, and you forgive her, even if deep down you're still annoyed
>Swear you see something in the tree line
>Fucking Skinwalkers
>Whatever's in the tree line fucks off into the woods
>'yote girl's spooked by it
>Probably what's killing the other 'yotes
>Get up, and walk inside
>Hold door open for her
>She's confused by his
>Tell her to come inside
>Even more hesitant now
>Sigh and tell her if she wants to be out there with that thing, she can go ahead
>She whines a bit, a lot like a 'yote would, and comes inside
>She sits on the couch
>Put on the TV for her
>Some workplace comedy on reruns from the 2000's is playing
>Go to put rifle away after unloading it
>She watches me the whole time I'm in her sight
>She's got nice brown eyes
>Give her a friendly smile
>She smiles back, a bit awkwardly though
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>Walk back over to her
>Ask her what her name is
>She doesn't have one
>Decide to give her one
>Connie. Connie the Coyote
>She smiles, less awkwardly this time
>Notice her skin
>She's got a really nice tan going on
>Her hair is the same colors as normal 'yote fur
>About as soft as 'yote fur too
>Fwoofy.floof
>Give her another bout of headpats
>She blushes a bit
>She pushes my hand away, and lays down on the couch
>You can tell she's embarrassed 
>It's cute
>Very cute
>Do you have feelings for this 'yote you named?
>Maybe
>You can't tell
>Maybe she's like a pet
>A very busty pet
>No
>No
>No weird furshit-tier thoughts
>You ain't a fucking Zoophile
>Granted, she isn't an animal
>So it's totally alright
>Right?
>Yeah
>Totally
>You look back at her
>She's laying chest first on the couch
>Looks like she's laying on some pillows
>Wait
>That couch has no pillows
>oooooooh
>Looking closer at her, she's wearing a leather jacket
>A really nice one too
>You ask her where she found it
>"I....uh.....found it?"
>You aren't buying it
>She can tell you aren't buying it
>Her ears press flat against her head
>Maybe she thinks you give a shit
>You really don't
>Original owner is probably long gone
>Or dead if the skinnie got him
>At least she looks good in it
>In a platonic way this time
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>Decide to call it a night
>Begin to walk back to your room
>Tell her that she can stay up as long as she wants as long as she’s quiet
>She nods, and goes back to watching the TV
>Eventually, you finally make it to bed
>Sleep for hours
>A very restful sleep
>Something is off though
>You wake up to noises coming from the living room
>Grabbing a knife while still groggy as shit, you open the door...
>...only to remember the events of the previous night
>Connie is still there, on the couch
>Passed out, which explains the still turned on TV
>You turn to your kitchen to prepare breakfast
>Assume the ‘yote is gonna think you want her gone
>Have an idea
>You like to think your cooking isn’t terrible
>It’s hard to fuck up on scrambled eggs and bacon anyway
>Right?
>WRONG!
>Eggs end up far too runny, somehow
>Bacon is burnt
>Place your head into your hands, on the verge of mental breakdown
>Suddenly, a noise
>From behind
>It’s Connie!
>She’s woken up
>She’s starring at the “cooked” food
>Very hungrily
>Looks back at you, then at the food
>Tell her to have as much as she wants
>She has the biggest smile on her face
>Asks if you’re sure
>Yes, yes you are
>While you make yourself something else, namely cereal, she digs in
>By the time you’re done pouring the milk, she’s almost done
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