#cows-writing

[piko-piko-chan]

Omg Shima post!?!?!?!?!? I'm still a newbie when it comes to writing so sorry if some things don't make sense/are badly written, I'm working on becoming better. I really appreciate any critique you have and no, I won't get offended (yes I am aware I mess up times a lot, English is hard). Enjoy

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"The guilt" part 1

The red filled the sight as she opened her eyes. The whole vision was blurry from the tears that were still forming and running down her face. The body of her aunt was massacred, forcefully ripped in half. The eyes lost all of their shine and became as lifeless as those of the doll. Her hand was still in the same position as she remembered her aunt being when she was still alive. Her desperate reaching out, with the hand now only millimetres away from Shima's face.

Her grip was still in a book that caused it all. She managed to grab it only seconds before this whole mess.

"It was supposed to be you" She heard repeated over and over again in her head. It couldn't be right, it just couldn't. Her aunt couldn't have said that. She must have imagined it all from the fear. Surely.

Once the dead body finally fell on the face, she saw a tall man dressed in blue. He was blocking the exit, looking around the room but he didn't seem to notice Shima. At least just yet.

She slowly got up a bit, but the tiniest sound gave her away. The man quickly turned his head towards her. All the left working instincts of Shima told her to run. As she got up and moved away from the spot she was sitting in he reached there with his hand. Shima just barely avoided a big, sharp ice that grew in the place he reached to. Only her cheek was lightly scratched in it all. If she didn't move at all, she would be dead.

The man moved away, walking towards the dead body. But all Shima was thinking about was that he unlocked the exit. She threw herself to the door. The man reached out again, trying his best to catch Shimla with his ice spikes. She was shaking and crying but the adrenaline rush was still strong enough for her to grab the doorknob and shut the door behind her. Once she closed it, she heard and felt the spikes. He accidentally cut himself off from exiting.

Shima immediately ran away, hiding in the labyrinth of the bookshelves. Soon after she heard the door being destroyed completely. If she had stood there for any longer... The thought was just too cruel to think about. She used all of her remaining strength to run as far as she could but the adrenaline was slowly wearing off. One careless step and she tripped. The fall left her now not only crying but bleeding from her nose.

It was all hopeless. What could she, an 11 year old scared kid, do? Just wait for this stranger to kill her? Just like he did with her aunt? She hugged the book closer. The memories of her and her aunt came back. Their time spent reading books from their shared favourite author. The time she made Shima feel valuable. For the first time she was irreplaceable. And now it will all be taken away? She knew life was cruel, her parents used to tell her that all the time, but this was truly miserable.

The book started slowly pulsing. Like a heart would. Shima shook off her worries just for a moment to check why it was. The book was magical too, right? Maybe there was a solution to all this after all. She promised herself to never give up and she wasn't the type to break promises.

She quickly riffled through the pages to find something useful. The footsteps were getting louder and louder. Until the man appeared right behind her. She didn't have the strength to look at him. The words on the pages began to slowly merge and twist. Her tears made it basically impossible to read. Her fingers shaking from the fear were also slowly losing their ability to properly hold and turn over the pages.

But when all the hope was lost she saw a big circle in the middle of the book. Like her and her aunt made for the summoning. It was flickering. And though her eyes were all wet from crying and the blood that was dripping out of the stitches of the book, she managed to see a text at the very bottom.

"4 summons left"

She could feel fingers slowly grabbing her shoulder. In the last ditch of effort she threw the book behind her at the man. She covered her face with her hands to not witness the last blow that would be dealt to her. But instead of that, she heard a bunch of books falling, a man and... Another person screaming? Some bookshelves even came crashing down. The curiosity got the better of her and she opened her eyes.

In front of her eyes was the man from before, stuck to the wall, kept with a huge chunk of ice. And right next to him was another person. By his four eyes and four arms it was obvious her plan worked and she summoned him. It was definitely something to celebrate, she's still alive after all. But now she's stuck with not one, but two magical... People? The second one looked nothing like a human. Twice as many problems.

The... thing, came up to her with a big smile. They had blood on their face and religious clothes. Though it was barely visible on the dark pattern that was going through the right side of their skin. Three eyes, all on the right side of the head, all opened up revealing dark scleras. Shima wanted to run away again but her body was refusing to move. And the thing was getting even closer.

"I'm sorry, I don't know..." She started only to be cut off by the thing bowing to her. It was definitely a sight. They slowly lifted their head and smiled at Shima.

"Thank you my lord!"

[bunnis-monsters]

Sacrificial Heifer

Bull Hybrids x Cow Hybrid!Reader

Commissioned by: @yuriohoe04

WC: 1k

A/N: Only 2 more slots for my commissions rn! Make sure to get them while you can. Once my comms are closed I won’t be opening them again until all my comms are finished ^^

Warnings: dubcon, breeding, lactation, pregnancy, gangbang

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It had been a week since the farmer announced that you and your barn mates were ready to be bred for the first time.

At first, the lot of you were excited, some even ovulating and ready to breed. One of your friends had her tail lifted up, and it swayed softly as she sighed.

“Can’t you imagine it, being bred by a handsome bull? Do you think they’d want to settle and become mates?”

You rolled your eyes, swatting her thigh with your tail. “Not likely. Most bulls are just looking for a heifer to breed and toss aside for the next one. You’ll be lucky if they give you more than a few minutes of your time.”

An older cow had warned you many times that bulls liked to play with young heifers’ hearts, and that if you wanted to live a peaceful life on the farm, then you’d just breed and go about your day.

That’s what you told yourself out of fear of getting your heart broken… until the day finally came to breed.

All the other heifers were filling themselves up, brushing out their hair and tidying themselves up. The pheromones wafting through the barn were thick, almost stifling.

This all changed when the bulls walked in. They were big, bulky, and honestly? Terrifying.

They walked in with confidence, eyeing the new heifers with keen, sharp eyes that told you they were more than experienced when it came to breeding.

“Alright, who’s first?”

All the heifers shivered at the authoritative tone of voice. They had never been spoken to in such a way. The farmers they’ve had in the past had always been gentle, giving their bottoms hearty slaps as they herded them into the barn.

These bulls didn’t look like they even knew what the word gentle meant. They knew how to work with an inexperienced heifer, how to breed them into submission and stuff them full of cum.

You looked on with a mix of nervousness and curiosity. The bulls were definitely handsome, and despite their rough way of speaking, the way they tried their best to look a bit smaller told you that maybe they weren’t as bad as you had been told.

Before you could retreat to observe them from the back of the stall, you were shoved out into an open space, landing in the arms of one of the bulls.

“A volunteer. Cute one too.”

You yelped as your ass was groped, the bull squeezing it lightly before inspecting your face. “Little heifer, no need to be nervous. Gonna put a calf in you, alright?”

“Quite small, ain’t she?”

Another bull approached you from behind, lifting up your tail to get a better look at your fat ass. “Perfectly plump too. Got them child bearing hips… mmm…”

The feeling of a cock rubbing against your panties made your body freeze up. They both cooed at you, already able to sense your pheromones spiking. “Someone’s begging to be fucked silly, huh?”

One of the bulls traced circles over your clothed clit, laughing as you blubbered our half hearted pleas for them to let you go. “Hush, heifer. You’re soaking my hand, gotta breed that fat cunt of yours.”

Before long you were being hoisted up, a big fat cock pushing against your pussy. It was huge, and you were sure it would tear your body in two!

“Sure this little thing can take it?” another bull asked, this one playing with your clit as the other two bulls prepped your hole. “Smallest heifer in the herd I’ve seen so far…”

��She’ll take it.”

And with that, he rutted into you, stretching your fat pussy out as he bounced you on his cock. It was painful at first, tears prickling in the corners of your eyes, but your body was built for this. You were made to be bred by bulls, to get pregnant and produce milk and calves.

You felt your pussy gush as he fucked into you, biting into your shoulder. “That’s it, baby. Cream on my cock, lemme hear you cry out for me.”

You were passed around by the bulls, feeling so full and happy. As you were bent over and groped by another bull, you let out the prettiest of moans.

“God, that’s it, that’s a good heifer. Take my load, fuck…”

A bull took one of your nipples into his mouth, suckling as another mounted and bred you thoroughly. Before you were a virgin, and now you were being fucked by so many different cocks that you could barely think.

They rolled you onto your tummy, lifting your ass into the air and eating the cum out of your pussy, wanting to give you a nice and fresh creampie and hoping their’s would be the load to impregnate your fertile womb.

All the other heifer’s watched in awe and jealousy as the bulls kept their attention on you, unable to spare a second glance to the others. You were so cute, a small, chubby little heifer that was perfect for beating calves. How the hell were they supposed to breed anyone else when you were bouncing on their cocks?

By the end of the breeding session, your belly was distended, stuffed full of cum. None of the other heifers were bred because the bulls were way too busy doting on you after they all got a turn.

Now, as your belly began to swell with a calf and your tits got heavy and full, the bulls couldn’t help but cum all over and in you. Your pretty mouth and pussy was always keeping someone’s cock nice and warm.

Drinking milk from your fat and heavy tits was the best part of their day. They had to test your milk to make sure it was high quality… and they also just wanted to suck on your nipples.

After all, you were their perfect little breeding cow. None of the other heifers compared to you, none as sweet and soft and pretty. If anyone had a problem, they could take it up with the bulls.

You sat on your bed, being fed strawberries as your belly was massaged.

Maybe that older cow was wrong, because these bulls adored you with their entire heart… and you were excited to be thoroughly bred again once you gave birth.

You were a cow hybrid after all, and needed to produce lots of milk and calves. Being a breeding cow was your job…

And you were damn good at it.

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[leewaizumi]

one of hajime's junior trainers approaches him as he's finishing up his last set of squats, jabbing his thumb behind him.

"yo, boss. the creep is back."

hajime drops the bar to the ground, the weight plates clattering loudly and bouncing, using the hem of his t-shirt to wipe his forehead.

"again?"

"yeah." the younger guy grimaces. "he's been eyeing this girl for a while now. i've told him to stop a few times but he keeps playing innocent.

there's a dull throbbing sensation forming behind hajime's left temple, and a swift glance confirms that the repeat offender is indeed staring at you lecherously while you deadlift.

as if he senses his opportunity slipping, The Creep (hajime refuses to do him the courtesy of remembering his name) sidles up next to you under the pretense of grabbing a weight plate and "accidentally" grabs a handful of your ass as he goes by.

hajime's eye twitches, and he's already berating himself for not acting sooner as he strides across the dark rubber flooring. but before he can intervene, you've already taken care of it.

one moment hajime was preparing to forcibly drag the man out of his gym and revoke his membership, and the next your fist is moving through the air in a swift, brutal arc, landing square on the pervert's face with a satisfying crunch.

standing there staring at the woman who just ko'd a creep in his gym, hajime swears this must be it.

this has to be love at first sight.

[iloveglomp]

 You breathe so heavily now, even when you're not doing anything, it’s so hot to hear you catch your breath after shifting your belly’s position to get more comfortable, or after you chug something for so long you forget to stop and breathe.

[bumpen-underbeds]

Attempting to cut between the paddocks was not the brightest idea, but the outcome was worth the cost to fix the posts that have been ruined.

As someone who used to slide between fence posts to play with the farm animals, 100% can see someone getting stuck and having the every loving shit fucked out of them while stuck.

This does have Afab genitals mentioned but nothing else about readers gender beyond them having a pussy.

Perhaps trying to fit between the gaps in the paddocks fence wasn't the brightest idea you've had this week, and maybe you were now stuck dangling on each side trying to wiggle out, but maybe, just maybe you can get out of this before the bulls working in the field behind you figure out that you aren't actually on the other side and out of their reach.

You love your bulls, they are the prize workers at this farm but they are bulls at the end of the day and most of them are very attached to you, huffing and getting shitty when you visit any other other hybrid working area before them. There are only so many ways you can dance around their hands as they reach for you, laughing about their 'little runt' and how they have something they can give you to help you grow some more, but these bills are the main source of some of the work so you have to somewhat keep them happy.

The deep sigh you let out as you manage to only wiggle a little more through the gap you're stuck in, it's going to be a long day.

Reaching back just enough to try and feel for your radio, the click of its clip is only slightly lost at the frustrated groan you let out as the plastic handset falls to the ground, now firmly out of reach and useless to you.

Sulking as you give up on wiggling free, dangling as you do your best to keep your head up and stop the frustration in you from making you scream, drawing attention is both good and bad at this very second. Help was needed, but the closest people to help were the ever-randy bulls, and look they are sweet and you would jump into their bunk should one offer but right this very second, their brand of teasing is not going to help.

The moment to take a deep breath ready to call out for the boys, the air is pulled out of you in a high-pitched scream, looking back as best you can you sag and try to calm yourself again, it was two of the bull farm hands. One of them has a hand on your hip, looking over the fence at you as the other moves to be in front of you and looks down at your embarrassed face, out of all the ones that could have found you it was the two dumbest of the bull helpers.

Steadying yourself you try your best to coax them into helping get you unstuck, only for the single brain cell that must pass between the two to rattle to life, your request for help is met with a curious 'What's in it for us?' that in your desperate struggle may have lead to you offering anything in return for your freedom.

Now look where you are.

The creaking of the wood posts is only slightly audible under the harsh sounds of the two bulls currently making perfect use, in their minds, of your stuck form.

The moment you had uttered the word anything the bill behind you had reached around to unbuckle your belt and began wiggling your pants down to your ankles, looking curiously as you sputtered and squeaked not fully expecting that these two would jump to a sexual kind of 'anything' but looking up at the bull that is in front of you something in the back of your mind doesn't mind as much. It had been a while since you had had someone who wasn't just a part of a fantasy while alone in your room, so as best you can you help the bull behind you roll your underwear off and down as the other cups your face with one large hand.

It's startling just how warm a bull hybrid's mouth can be, the broad swipes of a tongue against your cunt as the one behind you makes a mess of his spit and your slick, the metal of his nose ring becoming warmer and warmer as he pushes his way between your legs, pushing your thighs open across his broad shoulders just so he can get closer to you as if bury more of his tongue inside you this way.

All while the other bull hybrid is cradling your face in one hand, making sure you can see how he was lazily jerking himself off, hand moving slowly dragging the obscene amount of pre he was leaking down the full length of his cock, unlike the bull behind you he lacked a nose piercing but had made up for that with the three rung Jacobs ladder that glinted with every slick swipe of his hand down his length.

If these two were as eager for their work as they are on making your whole body shake from how they are practically using your body, this farm would run so much smoother.

The open air feels cold when the bull behind you pulls back, the sound of him cleaning his mouth is somehow what makes you whine, followed by the jingling of a belt buckle and a sigh of relief. Strong hands hold your thighs open as the bull behind you clumsily lines up the tip of his cock, dragging it through your folds as he huffs and grunts with the effort it takes to keep from simply bottoming out on the first stroke, even just the feeling of him managing to work the tip of his cock inside you is enough to make your eyes flutter.

Not to be outdone but making use of the slack-jawed look of pleasure on your face, the other hybrid man lifts your head just enough to help guide you to the tip of his cock smiling as you wrap your lips around him, weakly suckling at him as your mind is pulled in two very opposite directions.

The weight of the cock in your mouth is grounding in comparison to the thick length pushing its way deeper and deeper with short slow thrusts, both hybrids pushing themselves as deep as they can get before you start to react, gaging and kicking your legs slightly. Between the two of them, there is the equivalent of one of their lengths buried in both your mouth and cunt, stretched, stuffed and weakly rolling your tongue against the warm mettle of the piercings that rub against your tongue with every slow rock of both hybrids hips.

The sound of splintering wood hardly pulls you from your revelry, a large warm hand presses against your lower stomach keeping you up and perfectly level for the two bulls that had begun to truly make themselves home in your mouth and pussy.

Fence damage is a small issue in comparison to the building feeling in your gut, moaning around the thick length in your mouth as you let your eyes flutter closed.

A shame they did, as you miss the moment two shadows become four...

[serpentface]

Festive kulustaig cow dressed up for the winter solstice feast of the dead

[camelidae]

If you like cows, ponies, sheep, horses, noble paladins and their faithful steads, mysterious entities dispensing heroic powers, small-town bickering, redemption arcs, wobbly-kneed bravery in the face of dire peril, snaggly-toothed possum monsters, bovines learning lessons about humility and the importance of civic cooperation, mayoral elections, wishing wells-

-well, wow! Those are really specific things to like, but hey, me too! If you want to see all of those things in one book, do check out The Grandest Tales of Clementine, and consider supporting the Kickstarter. The Kickstarter ends July 31st, and I’m really hoping it will fund so I can bring this book into the world. There’s a digital option there as well, if you want the budget friendly version!

[cobalt-the-noodle]

cow tools and Pattern recognition

so. I like old newspaper cartoons such as Calvin and Hobbes, or, for today’s rant, The Far Side. But aside from reading them, I also enjoy reading ABOUT them.

now, many already know of the Cow Tools comic, but if you don’t, here it is

Now, this comic, for those who don’t know, once caused mass confusion and panic due to one little detail. One of the Cow Tools happened to resemble a handsaw. This led to thousands of people across the US during the comic’s original printing to decide that this means all the other objects were supposed to be other human tools[ as built by cows].

now, unfortunately, this is not the case. The joke was that if cows made tools, this is what they’d look like.

but the fact so many came to this conclusion and spent months [yes, MONTHS] trying to piece together what the cow tools were “supposed” to be says a lot about the human mind’s pattern recognition and stubbornness. Once we decide a conclusion is the “correct” one, we stubbornly try to prove it with any evidence we can piece together, usually utilizing pattern recognition alone if that’s the only evidence we can find.

now there’s two things this reminds me of, and one is FNAF lore, so I’m not touching that with a forty-three and 7/8ths foot pole.

the other, of course, is pseudoscience and pseudoarchaeology. How many of these theories rely on pattern recognition, like terrace farms actually being staircases for giants, or mountains being pyramids or treestumps?

Cow Tools provides a great microcosm of this phenomenon. The only difference is that Earth doesn’t have a cartoonist in charge who can explain that the joke isn’t that deep.

in conclusion, sometimes a cow tool is just a cow tool, no matter what your eyes are telling you.

[warmfuzzyanimal]

[queenie-the-court-jester]

Yandere farm x farmhand reader 🌾

A/n: this contains few nsfw mentions, mdni please! They're not all that yandere, just a bunch of dumb silly hybrids trying to catch their favorite humans attention. This is their intro

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★yandere farm x farmhand reader. I know this isn't original, but I always love the concept. Just minding your business, sweaty and hot from the sun, when suddenly a certain German Shepard hybrid starts sniffing you up and down, lapping up your sweaty skin and grinning when you swat him away. How did you end up here?

★maybe you came here for a summer job, maybe some relatives owned the farm, maybe you were always working here. Either way, it doesn't take long for the hybrids to notice you once you arrive.

★the bulls and cows watching curiously from the fields, the centaurs trying to peek from their stables, the merfolk living in the lake just down the property poke their little heads out. The dogs barking from their Little homes, and the cats watching from the windows. You couldn't help but gawk at the variety of hybrids, there were so many! Merfolk, avians, cattle, cats, dogs.

★your first week there was nice, the other farmhands were nice, and the owners were so sweet! Always speaking fondly of their pets, the old couple would watch them run in the field or play by the lake. You yourself found them a little annoying. Always sniffing, grabbing, nipping at your clothes. You've had to fight your overall bottoms free from one of the pooches one too many times. The cats were no better.

★your second week you meet the cattle and centaurs. And unlike the house cats and guard dogs, they're less handsy. Simply observing from afar. Occasionally sniffing you before nodding their heads and pulling away. Letting you do your job of combing, cleaning and fixing up them and their stables. The cattle would happily let you milk them, applying the breast pumps to the females and a cock pump to the males. You ignored how they looked at you strangely during milkings

★the third week you meet the avians. Odd little bunch, hopping around and puffing up their chests. They watched you enter their enclosure curiously, you were busy picking up their molten feathers because you thought they were pretty. So bright and colorful! Walking around bent over a little when you finally notice the peacock male standing right Infront of you. He gave you a pointed look before his tail feathers expanded. Looking prideful, tilting his chin up as if in an arrogant way. Swaying side to side and closer to you, while you just held the feathers in your hands, a little confused. He got closer until he let out an incredibly loud squawk. Turning around abruptly to glare at the cuckoo who bent down to poke his butt. The cuckoo gave you a grin before climbing back up the tree, using this time as distraction, you quickly escaped.

★on the fourth week, you meet the merfolk. Having been here a month, they were eager to meet you. Watching you walk on the dock with fish feed, eagerly Perking up and swimming closer. You shook out a good handful and chucked it out for the koi fish to eat. They swarmed the area until all the food was gone, simply staring up at you. One poked her head out, tilting it a bit and making a 'click' sound with her tongue. You mimicked her, doing the same. She seemed elated, making various whistles and clicks, splashing up and down the lake. The lake was manmade and filled with koi fish when it was finished, but then again there may be more fish not even the owners know about since it was so deep. How'd they get in there? You're not sure, but you just know it.

★on the fifth week your owners told you about how they had bought multiple sheep, and goats. One male for each group. Watching the loading truck approach the little barn they were finished building. So that's why it was there, they started construction when you arrived the first week. You helped the other farmhands get them situated, at first they were rowdy and a little aggressive but for some reason calmed down when you approached them. Your colleagues now called you the sheep whisperer. You quickly learned how to shave their wool and milk the goats properly. Sometimes braiding their long hair, you just wish the ram would stop headbutting the nearest male colleague for your attention.

★On your sixth week, you went for a walk in the forest when suddenly a little body of fluffy fur tackled you, growling with it's teeth barred. You looked up to see a Pomeranian hybrid, trying it's best to look intimidating. Their fluffy tail gave them away, it was wagging 100mph. They visibly deflated when you reached up a hand to pet them, letting you for A couple minutes before getting off. Walking back into the woods towards three wolves. Dissapearing with them. Not soon after you found a friendly garden naga. Just lounging on a rock and enjoying the sun. You asked to join and they let you, laying there for a good while until you had to go back to the farm. Noticing they had wrapped their tail around you, oh boy. It'll take a good while to get out. Welp, might as well make yourself comfortable and wait for the dogs to come find you

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HYBRIDS AND THEIR NAMES:

Week one, cats and dogs;

Brutus, dog hybrid, 18, German Shepard, he/him

Dolly, dog hybrid, 26, doberman, she/her

bladviba, dog hybrid, 25, black Russian terrier, he/him

Molly, dog hybrid, 17, chow chow, she/her

Sweet pea, dog hybrid, 17, samoyed, they/them amab

bubba, dog hybrid, 37, borzoi, he/him

Princess, cat hybrid, 18, ragdoll, she/her

Prince, cat hybrid, 19, Norwegian forest cat, he/him

King, cat hybrid, 27, Khao manee, he/him

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Second week, cattle and centaurs;

Miss bené, cow hybrid, 49, white park cattle, she/her

Miss blackberry, cow hybrid, 22, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Miss Polly, cow hybrid, 26, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Miss frufru, cow hybrid, 28, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Miss Vivian, cow hybrid, 35, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Big daddy, bull hybrid, 52, Aberdeen Angus, he/him

Johnny, bull hybrid, 18, Aberdeen Angus/white park cattle, he/him

Jacqueline, centaur, 19, shire horse, she/her

Timothy, centaur, 21, galineers cob, he/him

maya, centaur, 17, fjord horse, they/them

Casper, centaur, 23, ardennais, he/him

miguel, centaur, 18, Andalusian horse, he/him

harmony, centaur, 25, Breton horse, they/them

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third week, avians;

Sydney, avian, 22, cockatoo, they/he

Evangeline, avian, 19, peacock, she/her

Gabriel, avian, 20, peacock, he/him

fajarah, avian, 24, indian ring necked parakeet, she/her

Foolish, avian, 26, owl finch, he/him

simon, avian, 28, tyto alba, he/him

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Fourth week, merfok;

tancho, koi fish merfolk, 19, tancho koi, he/him

kiko, koi fish merfolk, 19, kikokuryu koi, she/her

hime, koi fish merfolk, 19, hirenaga koi, she/her

Tsu, koi fish merfolk, 19, doitsu koi, they/them

koromo, koi fish merfolk, 19, koromo koi, he/him

Mason, lake 'monster' (crocodile), 20, freshwater crocodile, he/him

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Fifth week, goats and sheep;

Sally, goat, 25, angora goat, she/her

Opal, goat, 24, Tennessee fainting goat, she/her

Sasha, goat, 26, australian cashmere goat, she/her

kim, ram, 23, dutch landrace goat, he/him

Poka, sheep, 19, Valais black nose, they/them

Juniper, sheep, Valais black nose, she/her

violet, sheep, 18, harri, she/her

azucar, sheep, 17, Columbia sheep, she/her

Wehrner, ram, 21, American black belly, he/him

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Sixth week, the forest creatures:

roxy, wolf hybrid, 19, grey wolf, she/her

Silas, wolf hybrid, 21, grey wolf, he/him

Milo, wolf hybrid, 20, albino Grey wolf, they/them

Kiki, dog hybrid, 18, Pomeranian, they/them

Coachella, naga, 27, garden snake, they/him

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[spacerockband]

like, he didn’t even stop 9/11…

[craetor]

Look at all the detail on Tenna man😭 I'm always way too correct on everything. And then i'm like "ok, what if i got back into animating"🥀

[iloveglomp]

You’ve become so enamored with yourself. You can’t stop looking in the mirror, studying yourself, and every roll you’ve grown. You don’t even resemble who you used to be a year ago. Whoever that was doesn’t exist anymore, and now you’re more fat than woman by a few hundred pounds.

[bumpen-underbeds]

It's hard enough with bills, work and everything else adult life has to throw at you, but now you have a roommate that puts the most valiant himbos to shame... At least he gets his share of the bills done on time.

I love twinks, but I also love big beefy men that have squishy pecs, so bull hybrid time! Make 'em big, make 'em stupid and make 'em hung.

It had been a slog of a week, your boss dumped more work on you with a smile and 'for the team!' before clocking out early, and the water bill had come in higher than expected meaning the budget you had was going to be a little tight for this month but everything would be okay, as once you finally got home there would be a nice warm shower followed up by a binge-watch of some TV for you.

Only, there is a notice taped to your door, that the landlord was increasing the rent and it was starting the following month.

A three hundred dollar increase was not something you could handle alone, you'd either have to move out or find a roommate and finding this apartment was a battle in the beginning so you would have to simply gussy up and find a roommate to help cover the new rent difference. But that was a problem for later, right now you were exhausted and desperate for some relaxing laziness.

The following week was a mess of posting on most of the sites for finding a housemate or roommate, posting in groups on social media and even posting a flyer or two near your work. There had been a few calls and emails, but none had been promising until you got one very unprofessional email from someone looking to take up the room, they were incredibly laid back in their response to your posting and the only reason you hadn't pushed the offer back like so many other was one key thing they casually dropped in their email.

They were willing to pay three months' rent upfront.

And now here you are, living with the dumbest bull hybrid you have met to date, sure he's handsome and very lovely to be around but...

Nothing is going on behind his eyes, sure they were pretty big brown eyes that he batted at you most evenings after work in (very successful) attempts to get you to cook his protein for him, but he was just so dumb. Played some form of contact sport as a profession, not a major league yet but he was earning enough to be comfortable and happy in life.

Opening the door to your now-shared apartment you call out to your roommate, expecting him to be rolling out his back or legs after practice, perhaps even doing his stretches on the almost comically small mat he likes to use but no, today after announcing your return you are greeted by him shirtless and soggy. He had just stepped out of the shower as you came home, the towel he has in his hands is quickly draped around his neck as he walks towards you to greet you, seemingly completely forgetting he is both naked and dripping wet.

You had expected him to be big, after all, he was a bull hybrid, but this was something else, it was also the first time you had seen just how far down the patches of white along his hips went. The dear idiot just kept walking towards you, tail swinging almost in time with the frankly huge cock that he had somehow managed to keep inside the shorts he liked to wear, how on earth did he keep that thing secure each day? You'd done laundry with him a few times and you know he does not wear underwear at all, so how on this good green earth did he keep that- that thing contained!?

Stopping him in his tracks before he could pick you up and hug you like he seemed to want, looking to the side as you tell him to put some clothes on first, the display of embarrassment from you made him laugh and chuff at you shaking his head before retreating to the bathroom to finish his shower routine.

That evening and the few after it was awkward, it's hard to not stare at him now that you had seen everything, and it's even harder when he seemed to have taken to wearing even shorter tighter shorts. Ones that make it impossible to not look at the bulge that sits front and center as he lounges on the couch, legs spread open as he makes it impossible to look away as he scratches his inner thigh or adjusts his shorts making his bulge move slightly.

This is the same person who had asked you how to cook two-minute noodles after moving in and had asked you regularly to help him set up passwords cause he kept forgetting them the week after making them, but this man, this hulking beefcake of a hybrid was seemingly teasing you.

After two weeks of very clear teasing, you had almost reached a point of no return, having people over for the night meant that he would be somewhat well-behaved. No, not even close, as the night had carried on, you had been pulled onto his lap three times, boxed in against his chest and nuzzled more times than you can count, but no one seemed to care as he just batted those big brown eyes and let out little happy moos when questioned about his actions.

You were still on his lap waving as the last guest left your apartment, sighing as you tried to get up only to be stopped by the big warm hands of your roommate on your hips keeping you pressed to his lap as he sighed contently. Smiling like a kid in a candy store as he slowly began to rock your hips against his, blinking slowly and carefully before asking if he should stop, he might be dumb as a rock but he wasn't a monster he had seen the way you stared at him since you had seen him post-shower and he was more than happy to show you again, but this time he wants you to see him hard, to see just how big he was but that depends on you and if you want too.

If anyone asked you it was just curiosity and nothing more, there was no way you had wanted to see your roommate's cock again.

The rumbling laugh he lets out when you nod your head, looking away from him for a few moments before you yelp as he pulls your back to his chest, thick fingers digging into your thighs as he spreads your legs open across his now splayed thighs, nuzzling his face into the side of your head ever careful of his horns as he does, letting out a content sound that rumbles through his chest as he ruts against your ass working himself up more and more.

Keeping you pinned against his chest as he asks you to pull his shorts down for him, gently nudging your head down to look as your hands push his pants down, letting his cock bob free.

It looked huge before but now, it looked positively massive.

The sheer heft of it seemed to make it bob under its own weight, letting go of one of your thighs as he shifts your positions making his cock press between your legs showing off the length as he laughs at the look of awe and slight fear on your face, pulling up your shirt a little he pressed the tip against your stomach leaving a little dribble of precum smeared against your skin as he murmurs about how deep he would get and how good it'd feel if he could get all of himself inside you.

Guiding one of your hands to his cock as he huffs and nuzzles against you, encouragement coming from him easily as he makes sure you can feel just how thick he is.

Perhaps getting a hybrid roommate will be the best thing to happen to you, even if that does mean you'll lose the ability to walk from time to time.

[quarterlifekitty]

Uhm. I’m having a really bizarre fantasy rn

Nikolai as Poseidon in the myth of Minos. The king of Minos, due to sacrifice his most prized, beautiful bull into the sea— but he cannot bear it. He gives up an ordinary little cow to the waves, hoping the kind of the seas won’t notice the difference.

Imagine being an ordinary little cow, sent into the waters to die so that another of your kind might live— the more precious, more beautiful, more amazing of you. And you cry, fat, glistening, salty tears not because you will die, but because you will die for being unwanted. For being too plain. Not beautiful enough. Not lovely enough.

The current carries you away, not nearly as violent as you’d imagined, far from the shores of Minos. The water seems to curl itself in warm tendrils through your fur, until you’re washed clean into the arms of the sea-god as something new.

“Telenochka,” he coos, “let those pretty tears leave with the tide. They will find their way back to your old king, I promise you.”

You look up and see fondness— budding adoration in his eyes.

“Treasures of the sea. Sought by many, rarely found. You are among those treasures now, milaya. Where you always belonged.”

[camelidae]

Reminder that I have got a Kickstarter going right now for my illustrated novel, The Grandest Tales of Clementine - ends July 31st! If you enjoy my work, this is a great way to support it! 

Here are a few things you might like about the book:

1. It is a very Kind and Nice story.

2. But there’s definitely some peril!

3. It has a happy ending~

4. It features many ungulates (all of whom are, in their way, also very kind and nice and deserving of their happy ending – though, you know, some of them are just a /little bit/ full of themselves and a touch catty and are not, perhaps, as happy in the end as they might have been for that very reason, but I think that’s their own fault, really.)

5. It has a possum monster!