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[the-altered-sequence]

If only the warfare that nearly wiped out humanity had actually finished the job. Then Dev and the other remaining genetically Altered supersoldiers wouldn't be facing what could be their final days scraping by. They went from science experiments to vermin and today is the last straw. Their plan to finally end the fighting backfires, and now they face an even more frightening reality. The new human leader, Alessandra, doesn't want them dead. She needs their help. Dev isn't sure if his decision to help her will save them... or get them all killed.

Bound to Ashes (originally released in 2014) is a fast-paced, character-driven post-apocalyptic sci-fi novel (~90k words) about learning to trust and doing what's right even though no right has ever been done to you.

Status: OPEN for Beta Reading and FREE. (Link goes to the Google Doc folder.) Check out the additional document for feedback guidelines.

Reviews and more under the cut.

Content warning for language and violence.

I love post-apocalyptic settings. The idea of humanity as it is now getting a "reset" is compelling. But I was disappointed by the vast majority of post-apoc media rife with misogyny, alpha male kitsch, and grimdark nihilism. I wanted characters that felt the hopelessness of the world but still chose to be better. I wrote BtA to be the change.

BtA was my first serious writing project when I was 21, back in '12. Since then it has gone through 10 drafts, a few serious beta readers, a self-publishing, an un-self-publishing, and a last polish this year (2024) to finalize series-wide changes.

Here's what readers have said about Bound to Ashes:

"Bound to Ashes is everything I wish Maze Runner was."

"It took me three sentences to fall in love with this book, and it kept me hooked until the very end. Amazing read that I will be passing along to my friends."

"The mental images projected were vibrant and intense, and had me in tears in a bath."

[caxycreations]

Just reworked my entire Patreon, total overhaul

There's now only 4 tiers, as shown here:

And starting now, ALL future Patreon work will be 100% Patreon exclusive. I will still be posting public SFW and NSFW work to the pages that allow such, but there will be set pieces that are unique to Patreon.

If you want to subscribe, you can click the link below, or click here instead.

[kissysanguine]

SEND ME ASKS ABOUT MY STORIES (PLZ :3)

Hey.

Send me asks about my stories. Please for the love of God. I need to talk about my stories. Here, I'll give synopsis of each one!!

Badrigulay

A not-so-human creature awakens in a dark castle in a forest as deep as it is old. Their realm is in chaos, demons have come to claim the souls of it's people to take to their realm for slave labor and punishment. Badrigulay, our nature-goddess hero, must put a stop to this and reclaim the lost souls of the Garden of Eden. The overweight dragon god of souls, life, nature, and the very essence of this world has a lot of work ahead of them.

The Fable Lands

Life is simple for Blumure Murduesong. Their sterile human life remains monotonous and safe within the walls of Capital West, one of six human cities upon Earth. All there have ever been is humanity, and that's all that will ever be. But nobody knows about his imaginary friend he's kept secret all this time. The painted dragon, Kolena. She helps take care of him and keep him company. But the Church of the Immutable Form does not tolerate any shape besides human. Blumure may be changed forever by the unknowable darkness of night, outside the walls of Capital West.

Rather Be Dragon

Eleni Bellum, a boy who has always longed to be more than human, maybe even a dragon, wakes up in the body of an ancient, morbidly obese, time-manipilating Mercury dragon after dreaming of receiving a porcelain dragon masked inscribed with the name Somastra. They meet a gravity dragon named Sid with a cracked mask similar to theirs who has forgotten their past and seeks friendship and safety with others. They want to escape the danger and darkness of the layer of filth they both woke up in, so they must go on a journey to navigate the dimensions and realms of elements and intensities that surround our universe, seemingly created by dragons, so they can get back to Earth safely with their bodies and minds still intact.

Lossery

Two employees of a digital flower shop that exists in the atomic virtual universe, the Omnisrete, have to deal with the horrible wickedness of their capitalist overlords and find ways to survive and fight back against unjust punishment, horrible labor laws, and lack of breaks. Yarrow, the huge strawberry cow, has trouble remembering who she was and loses consciousness when trying to think to hard. Dillard, the lanky blackberry armadillo, tries to take care of her friend but can't do much against the bosses and rules and mysterious lack of infrastructure and resources this job expects them to have but is absent like erased code from the flower fields they work in. Will they survive this digital hellscape to understand who they are and why they're here?

No Kobolds on Unia

On a planet where goblins have Snapchat and dwarves have perfected fracking and oil drilling, the modern fantasy world of Asbreicha is teeming with life, people, and technology. One kobold, Squeesha Firefoot, has recently been dumped by her long-time boyfriend who is going off to the esteemed college of Bridleheart to pursue an education in historical research. Wanting to impress her ex, she follows in his footsteps to try and get his attention and love back, only to fall in love with ancient history of the world she calls home. Myths and legends give way to historical record and fact. Once upon a time, magic existed in these lands, but an ancient threat required that power sealed off from the universe. Squeesha vows she will understand more about this history for herself, and goes to Unia on the first-ever Bridleheart historical expedition to look for clues surrounding a mysterious relic known only as The Black Door. What will she find there, and will it change life as she knows it forever?

Lmao I love how at the end there the synopsis get really long. Honestly the stories are in order of oldest to newest so there's different levels of development between them.

Anyway please let me know if you're curious about any of these a little more!!! I'm so happy to share cuz I've got so many ideas and written a lot already.

[zappyron]

Most fucked up costume you'll ever see today

[ibelonginarkham]

It doesn't matter how perfect or long the book is, what matters is that you enjoyed writing it and people enjoy reading it and you ignore those who bring you down about it.

Remember, it's your story, and it always will be.

[lenn-ey]

swing swing, swing the spinning step...

(read normalsville by freoncat)

[skittykittybean]

It's Final Push Time Boiz!

Thanks to everyone's support, Together with You has made it into the final contending for the writing contest it's in! Woo! :D But the competition is tight! We're neck and neck for 1st place right now, which means now more than ever...every vote and view counts!!

Do you like wolves? Supporting small artists?? Children who really, really want french fries? (Seriously someone give Memeat a french fry already, the girl really needs it).

Then Together with You is for you!

The contest ends on March 29th!

Readers can vote daily, which means that yes, you too can vote multiple times! :3

(I hear that every vote gets Memeat another french fry)

Memeat and her poorly-drawn dad thank you kindly! :D

[bonnibelleangelica]

Politics

Every now and then, I consider reblogging a political meme, but then the voices of my future publicists and literary agents come to mind.

~“Don’t do it. You’ll cut your audience in half…”~

But then i remember that my target audience are queer, autistic, furry-adjacent tumblr users, and I realise that I’m probably good.

Anyway, go read my “Give Trump an Aneurism” book here! @status-quo-book

[godzilladidnothingwrong]

happy godzilla day! heres a fake poster i made for my kaiju oc's debut: "Godzilla vs Morinu" (1974)

textless version under the cut

[tryspellbound]

When Gojo cat sits Taylor's cats

You're in Taylor's living room. There's cat stuff everywhere. Gojo is standing in the middle, looking lost. One cat is on top of a bookshelf. Another is hiding under the couch. A third is pawing at Gojo's robe. Pur..Pur..

The cats are running around. You decide to help out....or not... ;)

Check out the the complete story here ^_^

Spellbound Interactive Storytelling

[tigerwing-infinity]

Cat HRT, -3 months

I decided to check my social medias before bed, and came across something… unexpected. A recommended tag of humanity removal therapy timelines. I decided to check them out, largely because of a tiger woman I saw in the tag header.

I clicked onto her profile and was surprised by the pang of longing I felt… realization that it was an option, to become an animal. I mulled over that fact as I read some of the others, but kept coming back to the tiger woman I saw. Seeing her felt like some chord was struck in my chest. Felt almost right, and that I wanted to be like her, but not quite.

I went to bed, thinking about the stories, and dreamed of being a cat, running through a forest. My own cats, Sprinkles, Buffy, Dipstick, Biscuits, and Ash ran beside me. In the dream, we ran for miles and miles, across fields, forest, and roads alike...

--------------------------

I woke up and got ready for work, and my mind drifted to what I’d read last night. I kept thinking about it all day, even as I was working. This distraction, this buzzing in my mind, persisted. That I should give it a try, to become what I want so badly but didn’t even realize what the swelling of feeling that had been growing in the back of my mind for years actually was. It felt similar to my realization that I was a man, but something else entirely.

After nearly a month of this back and forth and letting the feelings rest (or ignoring them), I decided on what to do. What I needed to do. After another week, I actually got the guts together to call and make an appointment with the same doctor as most of the others I’d seen.

I nearly put the phone down as it rang and I navigated the listed the menu options, but before I could chicken out entirely the receptionist answered.

“Hello, are you calling to schedule an appointment with Dr. Erian for humanity removal therapy?”

I tried not to sound too nervous, but my voice still cracked as I answered. “Yes, yes I am. I’d like to start as soon as I can.”

“We have an opening on December 16th for 2pm, would that work for you?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“Birthdate of the patient?”

“06 06, 2002.”

“Name?”

“James. Last name is…”

“Thank you, you’re all set. See you this December.”

[recordspinner]

So if you're trans, furry, therian, or liked Jujutsu Kaisen, I think you'll like Lycan Sorcery. Basically, it's a mix of all four of those elements. Juno, our closeted trans woman who transforms into a dragoness and is dunked headfirst into the world of sorcery, where people use chi to enchant, create, heal, and most importantly, throw hands. She'll explore the underground sorcery scene in the city of Cleveland with her classmates and mentor, as well as discovering locations you can visit in real life, with photos and reviews from yours truly. It'll be a fun story as well as a travel guide to my hometown. Don't expect the first chapters for a while, but stay tuned for my thoughts on the characters and story ideas.

[unstablebill]

For Pride as a Special Treat™ I'm buying a BLAZE of my queer murder mystery novel! 🤩 PLEASE LOOK UPON IT!

I love cozy mysteries but there is a distinct lack of them in queer/furry spaces, so I wrote one 😌 You can find it on lovely indy press Furplanet at the link below! 4 illustrations and covers by @jayfitzmaurice

A Summer Vacation to Die For

Dr. Ino Reamer has a lot of plans for his summer vacation — relaxing, working out, trying to conquer the crushing ennui of his 30s. Solving a murder was not part of these plans. But when a colleague's grim demise very nearly ends Ino's tenure, the hyena can't help but apply the scientific method to his search for the truth. When a few suspicious characters take note of Ino's investigation, the case takes on a new urgency, and now Ino must crack the case before Finals Week becomes his final week! 😱

386 pages, rated R (murder off screen)

https://furplanet.com/shop/item.aspx?itemid=1202

(you CAN get it on Amazon but please support my independent publisher!!)

"Enthralling murder mystery? Check. Loveable furry characters? Check. Adorable/cheesy romance? Double-check. If you share any of these interests, I highly recommend picking up this book, you won't regret it!" - review

This is part 1 of a planned 4 part series so please watch me for updates on my upcoming books. I am a small author so I appreciate the support - please follow and reblog and like and share and subscribe and whatever else we do these days!

Thank you for reading! 😁

[jades-typurriter]

Mascot Mall Haunt

This one is a commission from over a year ago, in which the client's clothing-bound hive mind spooks and seduces the reader into trying them on for a spell. You know my writing: they get horny as fuck about it. Enjoy <3

CW: Plushophilia

Well, you think to yourself, here we are.

You stood in front of an abandoned mall, a few minutes outside your town, just off a quiet highway. You hadn’t gotten out for quite a while, and you decided that you wanted to literally stretch your legs, and metaphorically spread your wings—do something a little more daring, to help you break out of the calm, if a little boring, routine you'd been in for the last few months. You needed some excitement, and urban exploration (a little bit of trespassing, and a little bit of chasing rumors of a ghost in the building), seemed like just the thing to spice up your weekend!

You ducked through a gap in the boarded windows, through a web of bright-yellow CAUTION tape. Forget caution! Caution was for throwing to the wind! You felt quite brave as you strode through the main thoroughfare of the dim building, lit mostly by sun that slipped in through the windows at the outer walls, and skylights the deeper you went in. It had been closed for a few years, but it wasn’t anywhere near as dilapidated as you’d expected. Too many post-apocalyptic movies had shaped your idea of abandoned buildings to be overgrown, perhaps with small animals having weaseled their way into the structure; instead, it was mostly just dusty.

There hadn't been anything you’d describe as “paranormal”, either, and you’d already been through about half of the rooms and storefronts in the mall. Some of them you couldn’t access—they were shuttered with that chain link curtain that some places used for security after closing, and you didn’t bring bolt cutters or anything of the sort to force your way in. You swept your flashlight around those places and, finding nothing interesting, moved right along. Other stores still had some merchandise left in them, apparently not worth the cost of hiring movers to take their stock elsewhere. You pocketed a few things, putting them in your bag and making a note to wash them at home before you used them, but honestly, the leftover goods were one of the creepiest things you had seen so far. Something about a building that was clearly meant to be filled with people, with space everywhere for decoration and signage, instead filled with half-blank walls and undisturbed goods, like everyone had left in the middle of filling the place up and simply never come back.

If you were being honest, it started to make your skin crawl, as you got further and further from the gaps to the outside. The darker the building became, the more and more wrong it felt to be walking around inside it; you really did feel like you were sneaking around after-hours, and you couldn’t shake the sensation that you were being watched. Eventually, you came across a costume shop in one of the far corners of the mall. You'd read about it online, and you’d always wanted to visit, but… indulging in your fascination with plushies and mascot suits was just too embarrassing to do in public, so you’d never gone while the mall was in business. You shine your flashlight ahead of you and, despite the heebie-jeebies, you press on to see what it was that you had idly, hushedly daydreamed about for so long.

You passed between racks and racks of fuzzy, soft-looking, suits, almost each and every one of which you wanted to stop and hug. You didn’t, of course; you assumed that most of the costumes here had gotten musty after several years of disuse. That didn’t stop you from getting a closer look at some of them, though! You recognized some of the characters, though you hadn’t yet seen any of your… well, you wanted to say “favorites”, but admitted to yourself that you meant “crushes”. As you leaned over to examine one more closely, you jumped, startled by a noise behind you. You whipped around, swinging your flashlight with you: nothing. You sighed, shaky, and saw something move out of the corner of your eye. Did something just jostle that suit? Was it an animal? Was it—

You hear footsteps. Not just one pair, but many, many pairs, as though the crowds had returned to the mall all at once. You whirled, watching as mannequins and suits from all over the shop crept closer to you.

“Hello?”

“Who’s this?”

“Ooooh, hiii there!”

Tens and tens of voices, all eerily similar, all speaking over each other, closing in tighter and tighter around you:

“What have we here?”

“Someone’s poking around where they shouldn’t be,” came the voice from one mannequin.

“Nmph, whuh cooh hey wanh?” choked a reply from the mouth of the costume draped across it.

“What… what do you all want?” You squeaked, beginning to panic. “Is this real?!” You brandished your flashlight like a makeshift club, hoping that the bright light, or at least the display of force, might scare them away. You honestly weren't sure what the rules were with ghosts, and you were kicking yourself for not doing a little more research before diving right into this stupid place. 

The public announcement system crackled to life, and another voice buzzed through the broken-down speakers in the ceiling of the store.

“Oh, I think we’re scaring them!” the new voice droned, giving the models some pause. One by one, they all began laughing, almost as if this were some sort of faux-pas that they hadn’t considered.

“Well, we are coming on a bit strong, aren’t we?”

“What a cutie! Poor thing.”

Your face burned with embarrassment. Now the ghosts were mocking you. You definitely didn’t research how to handle that. One of the suits stepped forward, padding across the floor with a sound like a pair of slippers. It was surprisingly coordinated for an empty set of clothes, and you noticed that they didn’t sag the way you expected for fabric hanging on a human frame. The sleeves themselves were like tubes of muscle, supporting their own weight, and the same was true for the pant legs and the trunk of the costume. When it had closed the gap between you and the ring of mannequins, it extended a glove.

“I’m Soot,” the suit tittered.

“...Nice to meet you?” you offered, not wanting to offend the veritable undead army you found yourself surrounded by.

“As if it’s a question. That,” it continued, pointing a mannequin, “is also Soot. As well as them over there,” it continued, pointing at yet another suit, and so on, and so forth.

“Wait, so… Are you all the same person?”

“Mmm,” the costume pondered, “not quite.”

“So you’re a bunch of separate ghosts, then?”

“Hmhmhmm,” Soot laughed, wryly. “Ghosts? You really are cute!” You were starting to feel a little insulted. “Here, why don’t we just show you? As a matter of fact, in the interest of being a good host, you can decide what we’ll demonstrate on.”

“Demonstrate? Are you going to possess something?” You breathed a sigh of relief that they didn’t seem set on using you as a test dummy.

“You could say that.” With barely a wave to the other Soots, they all scattered back throughout the store, pulling seemingly-inert costumes from the racks and bringing them before you in a long line. Just like when you were searching on your own, there were plenty of unfamiliar designs, and a few you recognized, but one made your eyes widen when you saw it: blue and white faux fur studded with white felted spikes. A Lucario suit, in pristine condition, and just about your size—maybe just a size larger. You realized that Soot had been preserving all these clothes. Maybe to live inside them? Either way, you couldn’t believe the luck of a find like that in a place like this!

“It seems as though our guest has made a selection,” intoned the Soot holding the Lucario, voice dripping with anticipation. They must’ve been able to tell how excited you were by your face; you felt your cheeks burn at the idea of embarrassing yourself in front of them any further, but… you didn’t object. A Lucario suit, brought to life by some kind of ghost… it was like something out of a fantasy!

You watched as the other Soots cleared the area, leaving just you, the sole Soot, and the Lucario costume illuminated by your flashlight. More hissing emanated from the speakers overhead. As you turned your beam up to look at them, you saw oily, black tendrils emerging from the mesh, oozing like ink and twisting like smoke. They descended on the Lucario, wrapping it in their hazy embrace, poking and prodding at all the holes and seams in the costume, filling it like fog fills a forest. As it was more and more saturated by the mist, it began to twitch before your eyes, once again moving as though under its own power, rather than driven by a mass of smoke from inside. The see-through fabric of the eyeholes stretched as the pupils focused on you; the locs of fur on the head of the suit waved in the air.

“So you… you aren’t ghosts…” The smile sewn into the muzzle separated with a sound like tearing velcro, and the jaws moved as it replied.

“No, we are much more corporeal than that, dear guest. Ghosts do not… spread,” Soot decided, settling on the right word with a thin smile on their face. “Now, why don’t you join us?”

“JOIN you?!” You jumped, afraid that you had spoken too soon about being a test dummy. “Are you gonna… do you… are you gonna infect me, too?” Soot barked a laugh.

“No, no! ‘Us’ as in… the pronouns you humans use are difficult for a being such as ourselves. I apologize. You simply seemed fond of this new body of ours, and it’s been quite a long time since we’ve had a new plaything.” Indignation welled in your chest at the idea of being passed around as a toy between all these suits (though you couldn’t ignore excitement welling up in you the more you considered the idea). Still! It was disrespectful! Ghost or smoke-virus or no, they couldn’t just decide for you like they had with the suit itself.

“I think I’m gonna have to pass,” you say firmly (but politely. You still don’t want to get turned into another one of Soot’s bodies).

“Are you sure?” They asked, their tone teasing. The costume’s paws reached up and slowly, deliberately unzipped the front of the costume, revealing the velvety, plush interior within—as well as a thin layer of seething, shifting, ash-like particles that you could only assume were part of Soot. The head, meanwhile, floated off the suit’s shoulders, followed by the gloves as they detached from the sleeve. It cast a knowing look at you as it turned away, pointing the neck-hole in your direction; the gloves spread the fabric wider, cruelly tantalizing you. “You sure seemed interested a moment ago. You crossed your arms and bit your lip, starting to breathe more heavily. You turned your eyes away. The more you looked, the more you’d imagine the feeling of being wrapped up in that lovely thing… the more you’d want it.

Finally, you huffed. You already wanted it. It was half of why you came here. Just because you were doing it didn’t mean you were doing it because Soot asked you to, right? Hesitantly, you nodded, and set your flashlight down on top of a nearby rack, pointed in the general direction of the two(?) of you so you could still see. You gingerly reached out to brush the handless sleeves aside to make more room for yourself, kicking off your shoes and twisting yourself around to properly step in. The gloves returned to the wrists of the outfit, gently guiding you; one held your hand to keep you balanced as you slid one foot down the leg and into the Lucario’s footpaw, and the other stretched the chest of the suit open wider, or held a sleeve or leg straight, or whatever else was needed to keep the way clear for you.

It was incredible. it was like a hug that wrapped around your whole body, snug and warm; it was like a thick, heavy blanket pressing gently down on you from all sides. You had always been infatuated with Lucario, and to be even closer than wrapped up in one’s arms—inside one, united with one—was giving you butterflies than it had, even in your fantasies. Even if you had to share it with somebody (somebodies?) else. (You were kidding yourself again; sharing this experience with someone else, sharing a body with another person, was half of what drove you so wild about the idea).

You reached out for the head of the costume, and Soot began to slowly (frustratingly so, and you suspected it was on purpose) float down to your outstretched paws. Man, it was awesome to talk about your paws. You flexed them in the suit, closing and opening them and turning them over, just admiring your own motions as they came closer. Once they were within reach, you pulled them quickly down and stuffed your head into their neck cutout, excitedly wriggling your face through. Soot chuckled at how eager you seemed; you kicked yourself for making yourself blush right before smushing your face into them. You just knew they could feel it.

But you didn’t care! You stepped tentatively around in your new threads, watching the way the ankles squished and stretched under your weight, watching the way the tail swayed with your stride. You looked down and relished the sight of a spike growing out of your chest. You—

“Excuse me, dearest guest,” Soot began. “May we lead for a moment?” Your heart skips a beat at the idea of being moved around by a person you’re currently wearing. You didn’t even think to push back when they moved their legs—your legs—in a rhythm you couldn’t hear, raising your arms as though the two of you were being dipped, or spun. As it turns out, it takes two to tango, but that may not be enough to perform the full routine. Even so, you feel as secure in Soot’s embrace as you would in the arms of a dance partner.

“So,” Soot asked you, gliding to a graceful stop in the center of your makeshift spotlight, “are you enjoying yourself?” You hesitated, grateful that they couldn’t see the smile on your face from inside the costume head. They still thought you were their toy, after all; you didn’t want to give them the gratification of being right.

“You’re a better dancer than I am,” you conceded, dodging the question.

“Oh, how modest! In more ways than one,” they quipped. “I mean, come now, who do you think you’re fooling?” You felt the dust inside the suit begin to shift, and suddenly, you were being caressed from head to toe by Soot, locked in an even tighter, even more intimate embrace. “Who ventures miles away from the nearest fellow human being just to visit a run-down old costume shop like this? Who climbs into one? You were hoping something like this would happen, weren’t you, you cute little thing?”

You crossed your arms, hoping to make yourself seem more aloof, uninterested. You hoped it would be enough to save face.

“I-I was just…” you tried, the teasing making it difficult to keep your voice level. “...doing what you asked. Being, being polite! Haven’t you made a big deal about being a good host? I’m just trying to be a thoughtful guest!”

“Eager to follow instructions? You precious little doll, you,” they retorted, their voice an all-encompassing purr that rattled your body and reverberated between your ears. You felt the flow of the roiling, gooey substance that made up their "body" change again—this time, the pressure, the gentle, grazing touch, concentrated itself right between your legs. You flinched, and despite yourself, you whine; Soot just laughed again.

“Did you forget, doll? You’ve nestled your body so tenderly within ours—how could we not notice how excited you were getting down here?” Their constant writhing made you weak in the knees, but you bit down hard on your lip, determined not to give them a confession (though you couldn’t help but give them another high-pitched, pathetic noise).”Which is it, hmm? Do you like it when we push you around? Or are you just into plushies, so much so that it turns you on to wear one?”

“Maybe it doesn’t matter,” they continued, cooing so close to your ears they might as well have been talking inside your head. “Let’s give you a taste of both at the same time then, shall we?” They lowered your hands; the suit moved slowly, but firmly enough that you couldn’t resist it. All you could do was watch as the Lucario costume’s paws hovered closer and closer to your crotch; they stopped just shy of touching you, barely half an inch away. “We’ll just leave these riiiiight here,” they said, “and you, my lovely toy, will do all the work.”

“T-the work?”

“You’re going to grind on those big, plush paws, of course! Don’t pretend you’re not desperate for us to touch you more. This is the only way you’re going to get it,” they lilted.

The idea simmered in your brain like water in a boiling pot. In a public place like this? Even if there were no people, it was just so… open. You felt exposed. Embarrassed. And that was before even considering all the other Soots who would… surely be… ogling you, the whole time… It just felt so wrong to even consider! And you couldn’t stand the idea of playing into Soot’s paws like that, but… their paws did look soft… and you were nearly ready to explode after everything they were doing, their inky self swirling around the insides of your thighs, playing over your… your…

You caved. You thrust your hips forward, shoving the flat mound of the Lucario suit’s crotch into its paws, which Soot kept firmly in place for you. You huffed and panted under the hood, almost like a dog yourself; Soot rumbled a low chuckle, looking down at your desperate humping with smug superiority at the same time as you watched their paws with sheer need. 

“Theeeeere we go. Now you’re having as much fun as we are, aren’t you? Of course you are,” they giggled. “Just look at you go… We’ll be doing a lot of that, you know. Watching you.” You were leaking like crazy; soon enough you were going to soak straight through the fabric of the suit and stain up Soot’s—your—paws. “The ‘other’ me’s will want a turn with you, too." You imagine it: all those eyes, all those hands. Cute and inviting mascot paws, all so soft on your skin, and even softer from the inside… You imagined being sandwiched between two costumes, fuzzy, and big enough to smother you between them, Soot's possessive touch strong enough to keep you exactly where they want you.

"I hope you’ll enjoy the rest of our forms," they murmur, almost as if they could read your mind. You almost like the sound of that… Surrounded by Soot, inside and out, as much of a puppet as any one of these fuzzy vessels---intertwined with them, layered together, woven together like the fabric enveloping your whole being. You hump, rut, even harder, leaking more and more the closer Soot allows you toward the edge. "Because we certainly like you. In fact, as well-behaved as you’ve been, I think you’ll turn out to be our new favorite toy…” You couldn't hold on anymore, you…

You couldn't wait for it all to start…

Thank you for reading! If you want to see more of my work, you can check it out here and here!

[doctorfrostbloom]

Well, well... Look who's inside again...

(WILD TAILS: ILLUSTRATION #1)

Gonna post some illustrations I'm working on for my Wild Tails novel, they're unfinished and need rendering but I'll actually upload these so in case anyone steals em they're not the real deal that'll be in the book

[nam3less-1mp]

Page 2!!

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The big fluffy cat is Omega btw :3

No idea what to make the other one

*jus realised i named it epilogue omg, it’s prologue **