Snow had fallen over Grimaldi University, layering the landscaping in a picturesque white. Members of the university’s PR team scurried around the campus, taking pictures of the ephemeral beauty to include in promotional brochures.

Some students had carefully bundled up. Others hadn’t bothered to even throw on a coat - reasoning that it was only a short walk. And these students shivered and hunched against the cold as they ran between classes.

Alyson March, Sadie Ambert, and Grace Hormel had dressed warm so were able to walk leisurely and enjoy the brisk weather.

As they walked, Alyson and Sadie chatted about whether they could gather enough people to make a snowball fight worth it.

“We could invite Zel and Tim,” Alyson suggested. She’d thrown in Tim to make it less obvious that she was mostly interested in inviting Zel.

“Yeah, I’d love to nail him with a snowball,” Sadie said.

“... Mean.” But Alyson couldn’t help but smile, imagining a befuddled, snow-dusted Zel.

Grace had agreed immediately to join a snowball fight and knew she’d get along just fine with whoever wound up being invited! So she had tuned out of the conversation a little and got distracted with her cellphone. There was always some rumor that there’d be another Demon’s Nefarious Designs movie and Grace had to add her two cents to the comments.

She was in favor.

A flash of red against the white snow drew Grace’s eye away from her phone. A little demon doll was laying on top of the snow. Accidentally dropped or abandoned. But surely, nobody would abandon such a sweetheart!

Her foxy heart filled with joy at lucking upon such a cute thing and she moved to save it from its chilly fate.

Then her foxy instincts kicked in. Trying to get something that was in the snow? Yeah, that was pounce time.

Grace did a little hop into the air, dove down headfirst into the snow, and buried herself upside down up to her chest. Unbeknownst to the over-eager fox, her skirt fell down, exposing her underwear.

Her friends could not help but notice and halted their walk.

“Oh my gosh,” Alyson gasped. “I think she’s stuck!”

“That’s amazing,” Sadie laughed. “Another premium Grace moment! What was she even doing?”

Unaware of how ridiculous she looked, Grace found herself surrounded by cold snow with a demon plush held in her teeth.

Now that was a silly thing to do, she lightly chided herself. The fox started kicking her legs and trying to wriggle loose from the snowbank.

“Should we… pull her out?” asked Alyson.

“Sure, sure,” said Sadie, suddenly distracted by a thought. “But first…gotta preserve this delightful memory.”

She took out her own cellphone and aimed the camera at Grace’s panty-clad bottom.

“Stop!” said Alyson, trying to push Sadie’s camera away. She was laughing, though. The situation was just too absurd. “That’s not nice!”

Laughing, Sadie held back Alyson with one hand, not at all hindered from her sinister mission to photograph Grace's bottom.

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Do furries have their animal instincts? I say yes, whenever it's funny.

I’ve had an idea like this in mind for a while and was pretty set on theinspiredsphynx for it. There’s some ideas that you just want to see a specific artist tackle.

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Alyson March, Sadie Ambert, and Grace Hormel owned by me
Art by  TheInspiredSphynx