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Dancers swirled around the gold clad ballroom in their elegant masks and gowns, as the pastel pride bun dashed around the edge, who seemed quite out of place in the crowd, with just a large scarf and floating clouds covering their face, rather than a mask, snapping pictures of the guests as they glided around.    Breeze had been hired to the fairy masquerade as a photographer, and they had no intention of ever disappointing a client, especially one as important as Angora. Once...

Kingston really couldn't remember why he decided to sneak his way into the masquerade ball in the first place. Most of the other guests were way too uptight for his liking. All dressed up to the nines in their fancy suits and ball gowns, intricate delicate butterfly masks hiding their facial features. His own outfit and mask was formal, but significantly simpler in design, a bit out of place in comparison to most of them around. Until a bun in the crowd caught his attention. He began to make ...

“Zepp. Zepp. ZEPP!” “Fuck off … it's too early…” Zepp lay curled up in bed, cuddled up with his little stellaram under the blankets. Given the light streaming through the now open curtains, it was at the earliest midday. He pulled the duvet over his head, in an attempt to ignore his excited partner, but the greed bun was adamant. After a few minutes of constant pestering, and frustrated, annoyed bleats from the imp at the disturbance, he gave in, pulling the sheets d...