My White fox

My White fox

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Apr 15, 2026
CONTENT WARNING/TRIGGER WARNING: ​This story contains mature themes and graphic material that may be disturbing to some readers. Please proceed with caution. ​Themes include: Non-consensual dynamics (Master/pet, forced consent), violence, psychological and emotional abuse, explicit descriptions of injury/gore (including the death of secondary characters), kidnapping, drugging/non-consensual drug use, and sexual themes.
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