#solid color binder

[binder-masterlist]

Black solid color binder

Shapeshifters (@shapeshiftersinc)

link: https://shapeshifters.co/product/solid-color-binders/

binding level: 4.5

comfort level: 5

sensory level: 4.5

breathability: 4.5

overall: 5

do you experience sensory issues? Not always, but a lot of the time

would you recommend this binder? Absolutely!!

October 7th, 2023

other notes:

these are made from your measurements so they fit SO well! They’re on the expensive side ($85), but it’s absolutely worth it! Took me from a D cup to just under an A!

:D this was the binder I just bought and it works so well- couldn’t recommend these enough

[ryvdraws]

every time i adjust the way i draw richies hair i level up

[fablefan]

What the Heck is the Golden Guard Actually Wearing: A Speculative Guide

So a long while ago, I was talking in a Discord server with a few others about what Hunter's GG uniform might actually be composed of, since apparently a lot of the fandom seems to interpret it as a kind of tunic. With the finale of the show sending us all into tears, I thought I'd take a break from the heartache and explain my theories.

(This might be long, so I'll put pictures in when I can)

So to start with, let's actually begin not with his uniform, but what's underneath it, as seen above.

(So scary, truly)

Now, while some people headcanoned this as a binder (and I'm not one to bash on people's ideas), I think it's actually a kind of brigandine!

(Note the length, the buckles going down the front, and the leather straps going over the shoulders)

This was a kind of armor that knights or soldiers wore, composed of strips of metal fastened between two pieces of heavy cloth or leather to make a vest. It was handy to have because it was fairly durable and lightweight, and offered decent protection without needing all the fancy welding required for full-plate armor.

It was worn on top of a tunic (like he does in the photo), and was usually sleeveless, though it sometimes could come with arm and shoulder protection.

Now, I confess, a brigandine wouldn't normally be worn under armor (too many layers and padding), but that leads us to Hunter's actual uniform!

(Angry cat / big brother energy intensifies)

So while the cloak and pin are common enough that even most civilians in medieval times wore them, this isn't one solid tunic piece -- it's plate mail!

Now, to get the basics out of the way, that little shoulder guard he's wearing is called a pauldron, and was used to keep your opposing, non-dominant side safe when jousting. Knights would normally only wear one, as two would be cumbersome, and holding your lance under one was uncomfortable and impractical.

(It also makes an adequate perch for little bird palismen)

That duller yellow color Hunter wears is the undershirt knights would wear under their armor (for extra padding against chafing and some extra protection). While this historically would be a gamberson (or aketon, depends on who you ask), a thick, quilted fabric shirt, it'd be too bulky for the plate mail he's wearing, amidst other things.

Instead, he might be wearing an arming shirt!

Also referred to as an arming doublet (again, depends on who you ask), these were made later as a thin kind of form-fitting shirt that was more flexible and allowed for ease of motion when wearing armor. Sometimes chain mail was sewn into more vulnerable areas for coverage, like between the legs and the armpits (like you can kinda see in the first pic).

(Also, take notice of the higher sides of the collar, which you can also see under Hunter's cape)

The brighter gold armor he wears is, from what I can tell, not full plate mail, but a kind of cuirass!

These were chest plates that covered both the front and back of a knight without needing all the extras of armor, and could be worn with an arming shirt or chainmail.

They also usually came with hip guards -- those little strips by his pelvis -- and were special attachments called faulds, useful for keeping those areas safe without making things too bulky.

And there you have it! Hope this helps with your art and writing, and thus concluding

✨Weird History With Fable✨

[sevenpoyo]

school headcanons for because i only got 3 more weeks

margo’s is so long even tho she got like 2 minutes of screen time bc i love her so much and she’s my gf

Margo Kess, 1610Miles, 42Miles, Gwen Stacy, Pavitr Prabhakar

margo kess / spiderbyte

ain’t shorty on zoom in the movie?

my girl dont attend class, she once shut down the entire blocks power so she would have an excuse to not be in class

eats in class all class everyday, only shares with you

takes really good notes and never studies them

like???? ma’am??? share???

all her electives are programming related and she pretends to busy while playing centipede all day

sends you 50 links to stuff you might like while ur in math

she got papers that let her opt out of gym

no matter how much you beg ur gonna be alone in gym and she doesn’t feel bad about it

popular with no friends type

like everyday 50 ppl stop you both and say hi

she only knows like 5 of their names she can’t stand half of them niggas

empty ass backpack like she got one notebook and one binder

all a’s and b’s like bitch how

her memory is absolutely ass but she can remember every story you told her or stuff that happened when y’all hang out

don’t ask her what she did in her class

don’t ask her if her class also has a history test

she don’t know

she don’t care

but she do know that when you were 8 your cousin burned ur thigh while y’all were playing iron vs knife fight

(u were dumb as hell for picking knife everyone knows iron always wins)

i looked it up on her word everybody uses those virtual avatars

she’ll shit on your class choices so damn hard

she just likes making fun of your choices fr

like half of ur conversation go;

damn i’m tired

u was up doing stupid shit last night you don’t get to complain

stfu that’s why ur a bitmoji

that’s why ur granny beat ur ass for something your brother did when you were 9

i hate telling u shit

then stop telling me shit

(i have no clue how accurate this is to her character but i need to write about her i’m in love but damn it’s long)

1610 miles / spider-man 2 lmao

book bag full locker full but never has a pencil

writes notes assignments and homework in paint pen ink don’t ask this nigga for notes

(he gets nigga treatment but not my queen margo bc i got favorites)

he miss mad classes but somehow still solid attendance record???

somehow always present in the record he miss 40 days and get caught on like 6 of them

unless his mom make breakfast and lunch on her day off for him he eating the most random shit from the bodega closest to visions

like what do you mean you got a cosmic brownie and a cold chopped cheese from last night ? it’s literally 7 in the morning no i don’t want none

makes you hype him up every time he slap boxes people and he’s so ass at it

he be ashy with no lotion atleast 5 times every month it’s embarrassing

he calls visions his white people school to his parents and his friends

once he said it to gwen and they sat in literal complete silence for like 10 minutes

prolly took music theory because he thought it would be easy and switched out of that shit so fast

i’d be so mean to him for enjoying physics

like this nigga trying to make something of him self

lil einstein ass nigga

he understands color theory but can’t explain it

12 half full sketchbooks but at school he literally draw on computer paper he don’t let the sketch book leave his bag

i know he’s ass at watercolor, he always spills shit, the colors always end up brown

try’s to be interested in your class choices bc he wants to know stuff he can talk about with you

when you first meet he can’t take meaner jokes bc he thinks that you mean them

but one day he’s gets comfortable, and brutal

no one in your life is safe when he looses a video game

except your mom

rio taught him better than that

42 miles / the prowler

comes to school with no school related supplies in his bag unless you count art stuff

finds a pencil on his way to class

has a change of clothes, rat tail comb, 3 bottles of water, a camera, a flashlight, lotion and cocoa butter.

like bro ur going to Ap Art not a camping trip

once he pulled out a griddle and and pancake mix and y’all started making pancakes in class

forgets his metro pass every day and gets so pissed ab it

runs into people in the hallway bc he’s never paying attention

idk if he goes to visions but if he does he calls it his white people school with his full chest to anybody even if they’re white

he be leaving halfway through the day all the time like bro you miss algebra 2 every damn day

uncle arron always talking him out of school with some bullshit reason

bro’s had his tonsils out 8 times on the school’s records

He will get ur parents to put his uncle on ur pickup list and you will be out of there with him

he will YELL if someone step on his shoes no matter what the situation like the school could be on fire and he fighting in the burning building

also his uniform is so pristine

his pants stiff

that button down is bleached ironed pressed and allat

this mfer is an online shopping addict u just know he be on amazon in class

will offer you the weirdest food combos like no i don’t want to put tajin mangoes on my beef patty i’m sick of you nigga

not school related but he’s super good with kids (both miles fr) but he’s the #1 little cousin defender and apologists

he ride for them always one of ur little cousins could sucker punch u and he be like

‘they just want u to play with them’

he takes a preforming arts class for fun prolly

loves sports but doesn’t play one understands the stats well and would help if you played one

wakes up at the asscrack of dawn on weekends

SICK ASS COSTUME FOR HOLLOWEEN IK THIS NIGGA LOVE HOLLOWEEN

plans costumes for school spirit weeks but always checks to seen if he’s gonna be the only one wearing a costume for it

never eats lunch unless his mom makes it he be hungry all day and be complaining

his socks are never in uniform (yes some uniform schools have sock rules)

gwen stacy / spider woman / ghost spider

idk what to call her

she has every snack you could ever want in her lunch bag

hates her music theory teacher

she literally has the most pristine locker with a calendar and a mirror and all that shit will write down test for you and important dates for the both of you

goes to school plays and shits on the story, like she ain’t pay 5 dollars to be there

some of her teachers hate her

like ma’am ur beefing with a whole 16 year old rn

she hate english teachers but love creative writing teachers

she keeps all her books in her locker never brings them home never brings them to class

always comes through with an extra pad no matter what

she also always has hand sanitizer

in like 4 extracurricular after school things and complains so bad

ur starting to hate that shit to ur sick of hearing it like girl quit then

10/10 cameraman she has every fight and every drama in 10khd and she will share them if you ask

she chews her pens and nails

has her drumsticks out always teachers have banned her from taking them to their classes

can watch tv on her phone but look focused you think she’s paying attention but then you look over and she’s watching good luck charlie

pavitr prabhakar / spider-man india

always late for class never in trouble

always eating and sharing food and never in trouble

how is he blessed like this? it ain’t fair

eats from the school vending machines or begs other ppl to share

will always have and share the homework answers no matter what he’s an angel

his sock always have holes in them like sir please get that shit together

gym try hard ik goes insane in football/soccer

very encouraging for shit u don’t wanna do he believes in you

you him and Gayatri talk so much shit but are somehow all well liked

he tells you what teachers are dating (he can just tell)

he has toothpaste in his bag for some reason?? i can just feel this one

his aunt will let you come over after school she’s so sweet to you.

always got a job at school assemblies

he’s reading poems or shaking hand or leading in the school pledge or something

Pav’s is short because i have no fucking clue if school in India is different form america and Barbados

[ssahotchnerr]

aaron 😭😭😭 taking the kiddos back to school shopping <3333

jack and your daughter for instance - you're the one who takes them clothes shopping, so aaron's in charge of the supplies. it can easily turn into a chaotic mess and therefore everyone gets into a bad mood LOL SO he makes it as orderly and organized as possible (just as he is). he doesn't want them just throwing everything and anything they see into the cart - aaron has the lists in hand, everyone ventures through the aisles, and he goes through the lists according to what aisle they're in so it's not a back and forth kind of ordeal. and it makes it sooo much more easy and quicker.

jack's well practiced - he doesn't need as much help, can read his school supply list himself and grab materials with little to no assistance from aaron, aaron just double checks to make sure jack is getting the correct art supplies, sized binder or paper, things like that. AND jack helps out his baby sister too hehe 🥹 he shows her everything 'the cool kids' have 😭 since he's experienced, after all and he wants her to be the coolest kindergartener there is <3333 baby girl sticks onto everything jack says <333 getting exactly what he describes and tossing it into the cart with no hesistation. hehe and aaron is just besides himself watching 🥹🥰💓💞 he loves them both so much <33333

aaron letting your daughter pick out a (and her first🥹) super fun backpack and lunch box 🥹 <3333333 hehe he shows her the backpack aisle and her eyes just LIGHT UP with allllll the possibilities. aaron helps her narrow it down too - to her favorite color, fav princess, super hero, movie or anything she happens to love <3 he also explains to her to pick out one that has a lot of space, maybe one that has a matching lunchbox that snaps to the front, one that has a lil side pocket for a water bottle. and as they're doing that, jack's also eyeing all the backpacks 👀 he finds one he LOVES, and one that's a bit more grown up because he's more grown up, he's beginning to outgrow having a themed bag - like spiderman, star wars, etc. - and opts for a plain colored one 🥲

and once the lists are complete and the hotchner fam makes their way home - hehe everyone’s showing you what they picked out aka what daddy let them get hehe <3 because the main highlights are obviously things that weren't actually on the lists 😭 the set of markers that have more colors than the usual for example, jack's thrilled he got mechanical pencils rather than the wooden ones, folders than have designs instead of a solid color.

and your daughter 🥹🥹🥹 is SO excited about her new backpack <3333 hehe it's absolutely ginormous on her since she's a tiny little thing - it swallowing her makes aaron want to cry LOL - how is his little baby going off to kindergarten??! 😭😭😭 and she literally refuses to take it off too, she wears it around the house and you and aaron practically have to rip it off her to make sure it remains new for at least the first week of school 😭

when jack shows you his new backpack, you give aaron a look like - jack’s backpack from last year was perfectly fine and useable, he only needed a new lunch box BUT he just offers you a shrug LOL. it's hard for him to stay no to the kiddos, and he didn't want jack to feel left out since baby girl hotchner got a new one, AND he wants jack to feel confident returning to school so if that means getting a new backpack, then getting a new backpack it is <3 and of course once he explains the whole reason why jack got a new one, you totally understand (and it makes you a tad sad because jack is growing up 🥺😭)

aaron helps label all the supplies too <333 it's a team effort by all - aaron goes through the list again, tells the kiddos to grab something, they hand it to him, he labels, hands it off to you, and into the backpack it goes 🫵🏻 and the hotchner are allllll ready for the new school year <333 🥰

[3ofpents]

Fresno Nightcrawler Houndstooth // Fabric Design for @shapeshiftersvt and The Cryptid Collection

Remember way back a few weeks ago when I posted the Squonk poster and I said that once I'd designed the fabric to go along with it I'd start posting the fabric designs here? Well guess what! It's time!

For those who don't remember or who didn't know, I am the co-owner, site manager, and graphic designer for @shapeshiftersvt. 2024 marks our 10th anniversary and we wanted to do something big and special and new to mark the occasion and my partner, co-owner, head tailor, fashion designer, and founder, Eli, pitched a fashion line themed around cryptids. We call it The Cryptid Collection and it features six of our and the internet's favorite cryptids: The Fresno Nightcrawler, Mothman, the Jackalope, the Jersey Devil, Champ, and the Squonk.

My parts of the collection were designing the posters, and creating fabric designs for our very own, truly Shapeshifters designed chest binders and sports bras. But since we utilized Spoonflower to have those fabrics printed, they're also available through the Spoonflower marketplace for anyone to buy for their own sewing projects.

And now that all of the fabric designs are done and uploaded and proofed and listed, I, as promised, am posting them here to talk a bit more in-depth about them, the thoughts and inspirations behind them, and the design process.

Starting with the Fresno Nightcrawler.

Part of the reason I'm starting with the Fresno Nightcrawler is because this was the very first design that I finished. When we were planning out the fabrics, it was the most solid design concept I had that wasn't just adapting the poster design to fabric (mostly because ... I hadn't done the poster yet). It was the first one I really came up with, the one I was most excited about, and the one that pretty much stayed the same from concept to execution.

I love houndstooth. Which is weird to say when I don't think I've ever owned a single garment or accessory in with a houndstooth pattern? But I do, I love it. I love the teeny tiny classic version of the pattern; I love a blown-up graphic version of the pattern; I love plays and variations on it. So when I was trying to brainstorm what kind of fabric pattern I could make inspired by a creature with such a simple shape whose only colors were white and black, the idea came pretty quickly: A houndstooth. Or a Nightcrawlertooth, if you will. It was a trick, though, and a real learning experience, especially with this being my first design.

Getting a pattern to repeat smoothly is a skill unto itself. Basically you have what's called a tile, and the tile contains the part of the pattern that you want to repeat. Then, when your pattern is created, the original tile just gets essentially copy-pasted over and over so 1) you don't have to draw the whole yard of fabric, and 2)all of the repeated parts of the design are identical. But by doing it this way, you have seams you need to take into consideration. If you think of putting the pattern together, it's sort of like making a basic quilt: You start with one square (or rectangle), then attach four more squares to each side, and then just keep doing that. Each one of those seams (top, bottom, left, right) is a place where the pattern might not match up, which means when it's applied to a yard of fabric, it's not going to look like a smooth, seamless pattern.

Of course there's ways to avoid this altogether. If you're doing a simple stripe, using the line tool in your drawing software will keep your stripe a consistent thickness, and holding SHIFT while you draw it will keep the line straight. Or, even easier, you can create a pattern where the part that repeats doesn't straddle a seam; like a polkadot pattern, where the dot(s) can be centered on the tile and seams only cut through a solid background.

The trouble with a houndstooth, though, is that not only does the tile need to repeat, it's made up of repeating figures that interlock. I can't just center the white Nightcrawler on the tile and call it a day, because then the black Nightcrawler straddles the seam. On top of that, they needed to be shaped in such a way that the negative space between the white Nightcrawlers left a shape that was also recognizable as a Nightcrawler and similar enough to the white one that the pattern is mostly seamless.

I fully admit that I was not able to do this on my own. Enter: Eli. Eli is, among other things, a math nerd who enjoys an excuse to break out the graph paper. They found a tutorial online and got to graphing and shaping and, in just a couple of hours, had gotten the shapes down. I took that tile, illustrated it, cleaned up the seams (shoutout to Eli for also finding an easier way to do this than just manually copy-pasting), and voila! A Fresno Nightcrawler houndstooth.

Now, you might look at that image up there and say, "Well that's all well and good, Pents, but they're kind of blobby and the lines are wobbly and it's all a little uneven." To which I say ... yeah, that's true. It's also kind of intentional. Like, I'm not gonna sit here and claim I got the basic pattern done and wasn't exhausted. But also I could've left it and come back to it the next day to clean up the lines and shapes a bit more, make everything really smooth and even. But, like. Look at this guy.

He's just a weird kinda blobby little dude. So I left the pattern kinda weird and blobby.

Even if I'd cleaned it, it's such a blobby little shape that's so at odds with the classic houndstooth that's all straight lines and sharp angles. So I made a deliberate choice to not polish it up. To kind of lean into the kodama vibes:

I am really so so proud of and pleased with this design. It came out almost exactly how I pictured it; it was really the most true design collaboration between Eli and I; and I'm just so pleased, after a lifetime of being a houndstooth lover, to now also have designed a houndstooth.

If you'd like a custom-sized, handmade, made-to-order binder or sports bra in this houndstooth like the one in the photos, you can find those listings (as well as the poster listing) here, on the Shapeshifters website. There are three pattern size options, the classic teeny tiny version; a somewhat bigger medium size; and a super graphic large size. Our binders are the most comfortable and effective on the market thanks to our finely graded internal sizing system. Because we're a small operation that makes every garment to order, both our binders and sports bras are highly customizable, and can be made to ALL measurements with flat pricing across sizes.

If you'd like to purchase the fabric yourself for your own sewing projects, you can order it through our Spoonflower shop, where we have it listed in the same three pattern sizes.

[ink-flavored]

Anthology Blast Prompt 2: Horsing Around

for the Athendroyln After Dark Anthology Full prompt list for the Anthology Blast Tips are appreciated! Contains: satyr/centaur, trans4trans, size difference kink, size queen kink, fingering, handjobs, oral sex, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, nipple play, teasing, begging, praise, public sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism Dysphoria warning: There is a trans man and a trans woman in this short story. The trans man’s genitals are referred to with these words: t-dick, ”little cock”, cunt, hole, folds, cervix. The trans woman’s genitals are referred to with these words: cock, dick, balls, shaft, head. Please use discretion if these words will trigger any dysphoria.

Harlan sat at the only open table at this entire party, if he had to guess, watching his frat brother’s backyard get absolutely trashed. It wasn’t his first one by any stretch, but it was one of his first times sitting on the sidelines of any party he was invited to, abstaining from his classmates’ vices. And boy, were there a lot of vices.

Getting a spot by the pool gave him a great angle of the debauchery taking place. He spotted four different couples and at least one threesome splashing around, and taking advantage of the satyr-heavy population’s lack of social modesty. It didn’t stop anyone from jumping into the water, to cheer them on or join the action themselves. Plenty of party-goers were making use of the wide array of potions provided at what passed for a bar. Even more were mixing it with mundane alcohol to create a new and exciting hangover tomorrow. The speakers were inside the house, but the sliding glass doors were wide open to let every note thump out into the yard. And it wasn’t even eight o’clock.

He wasn’t quite wistful, but Harlan did have to catch himself every time he thought about getting a hit of whatever they were brewing inside. There was a reason he planted his cloven hooves outside, where there was relatively more space, and wasn’t nearly as crowded as the dance floor inside. And it was worth it to hold off today—for her sake.

He checked his phone again, just to make sure he hasn’t missed a message. His last text was from half an hour ago. Harlan tugged his short beard, a bit nervous. She was late.

“Harlan, dude, there you are!”

He looked up to see two of his frat brothers, Jet and Darus, trotting closer, dodging other partiers on their way. Darus held a vial of something purple and shimmery over his head so he wouldn’t spill it. Not that it would have mattered, since his auburn and white patched fur was already matted down with something. Jet was clean—his solid white legs would have made it very obvious—but Harlan was almost positive he had a shirt on when they got here. Neither of them looked wasted, but it was only a matter of time.

“Dude,” Jet said, grabbing his shoulder, “Chaq is inside and he’s about to dunk his head in the entire cauldron of the potion of lunacy, you’ve gotta come see.”

“It’s gonna be so sick,” Darus added, white forelock dangling past his horns into his face.

“Tempting,” Harlan said, and it did sound hilarious, “but I’m gonna stick around here, you guys go ahead.”

Jet shoved him a little. “What’s with you, man? Have you even gotten in the pool or anything?"

"I’m binding today.” Harlan opened one side of his yellow button-down, revealing the peach-colored enchanted binder underneath. “Sooo, no, I haven’t.”

Darus handed him the shimmery vial. “At least have a drink.”

He shoved it away. “I’m waiting until Yvonne gets here, I told you. I want to make sure she’s comfortable before I get trashed.”

They gave each other a look. “Yeah,” Darus said. “About that. She’s not here.”

“She said she was running late. She had to get her shoes changed today and there was a line or something.”

Jet sighed and folded his arms. “I don’t want to be an asshole, but—”

Harlan put his face in his hands, flattening his ears against his head. “Not this again, you’re killing me.”

“It’s a little suspicious!”

“Don’t fucking do this to me, Jet.”

“Like, come on, how long have you been together and we’ve never even seen a picture of her.”

He popped up, indignant. “She asked me not to! What, should I just ignore what she’s comfortable with?”

“Obviously not,” Darus said, “but what kind of centaur—what kind of Clydesdale isn’t cool with that?”

“He’s got a point,” Jet agreed.

Harlan swerved around his corkscrew horns to run his fingers through his auburn hair. He contemplated ripping it out. “Look, guys. She’s shy. I’ve told you that a hundred times. We’ve been talking about it, and she’s going to be here, today, because she said she felt ready.”

“Sure, sure. But she’s late.”

“Do you guys really think I would pretend to have a girlfriend for this long? Just to—to, what, make you think I have a girlfriend?”

They looked at each other again.

“I mean, kinda.”

“Yeah, it’s not that hard to imagine.”

Harlan was this close to headbutting them both. “Go fuck yourselves, like actually.”

They both laughed at his expense, and Darus took one of the empty chairs for himself. “There’s no shame in admitting it! I couldn’t pull a centaur, Jet definitely can’t pull a centaur—”

Jet pouted. “Rude.”

“—so you have nothing to fear! We’re all in this together.”

But Harlan wasn’t listening, staring right over his head. A grin slowly spread across his face, and he rose with triumph out of his seat. Jet caught on first, and smacked Darus’ arm to get him to turn around. Both were at risk of their eyes popping out of their skulls.

Squeezing through the open glass doors, Yvonne made her way into the yard, a Clydesdale centaur with a beautiful bay and tobiano pattern. The white marks on her legs nearly reached the splash of white on her horse belly. The same pattern continued on her hands up to her elbows, before meeting the rest of her warm brown skin. Her long black hair was done in goddess braids, with one forelock a shock of white, and her tail swung in one thick braid. She glanced around, clearly anxious, until Harlan raised his hand to wave. She brightened and waved back.

“If you’ll excuse me, gents,” Harlan said, letting his satisfaction drip off every word while his friends picked their jaws up off the floor. He trotted off to meet Yvonne with a skip in his step.

That kind of petty revenge was short lived, though. The closer he got to Yvonne, the less he cared about showing up his friends, and the more he cared about being with her. Harlan weaved in and out of partiers, hopped over chairs, and interrupted a few make-outs on his way.

“Hey, you made it,” he greeted, as soon as she was in earshot.

“Hi,” Yvonne replied, pawing the ground with one of her hooves. “I’m sorry I’m so late, there’s not usually a wait at my farrier’s place.”

“Forget about it, you’re here now.”

She shyly tucked a braid behind her ear and shrugged. “Okay, if you’re sure.”

“When am I not sure, baby?”

Yvonne bit her lip in that way he loved, and stretched her arms down toward him. He took her hands and beamed up at her and… sort of forgot what he was doing. The most coherent thought he had was that the dress draped across her human half matched her saddlebags, both a bright, dandelion yellow with little white flowers. If anyone was behind him, they would have seen his short, feathery tail wagging.

“You’re wearing the new dress,” he said.

“Is it okay?” She turned to look over her withers at the saddlebags. “I remember you said satyr couples wear the same color, so I made sure I put this one today.”

“It’s perfect. You look beautiful.”

Yvonne nodded a bit stiffly, taking a heavy breath out. Harlan squeezed her hands.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

She glanced around. “It’s loud. And crowded.”

“This is as good as it’s gonna get. Are you sure you want to stay?”

She closed her eyes and exhaled again, but this time, it was determined. “Yes. I can do this.”

“That’s my girl.”

Harlan tugged her arms—because he couldn’t get anywhere near her face, even on the very tips of his hooves—and she bent down for a kiss, in more ways than one. Yvonna knelt on her front two legs to get close enough to cup his face, and he held her as close as their angle would allow. When they parted, he traced the white blaze that ran up the bridge of her nose.

“Do you want to meet the guys?” he asked. “They were just over there sitting with me.”

“Sure, okay.”

Harlan led the way back to their table, but didn’t have to weave his way through the crowd this time. Instead, the party-goers parted for them, as Yvonne handed out soft apologies to everyone who stumbled back in surprise. He wished she wouldn’t—but that was a hurdle to overcome another time.

Jet and Darus were exactly where he’d left them, muttering to each other with their ears tilted unsubtly in their direction. Harlan cleared his throat and they both jumped.

“Boys,” he said, gesturing up, “this is Yvonne, she was able to make it after all. Yvonne, this is Jet and Darus.” He pointed to each of them in turn.

“Hi,” Yvonne said, with a little wave. “It’s so nice to finally meet you both, but I am a little embarrassed it’s taken this long.” Before Harlan could comfort her, both Jet and Darus spluttered their own consolations.

“Psssh, it’s whatever!”

“Nah, don’t even worry about it, it’s cool.” Jet gestured vaguely at Harlan. “Harlan, he’s like—he never shuts up about you, so—”

“Yeah, seriously,” Darus interrupted, “so we’re both excited, too! That you made it!”

Harlan relished his petty revenge again, unsure if he’d ever seen either of them so off balance. He avoided complaining to Yvonne that his friends didn’t think she existed, because he knew it would make her feel terrible, and he stood by that decision. Her feelings were more important than his ego. Watching them scramble was merely an added bonus.

“Why don’t you sit down?” he offered to Yvonne. “There’s a lot of space back here.”

“Oh, sure,” she said, kicking the grass a little. “As long as you all don’t mind staying outside? I don’t think I’d fit anywhere in the house.”

“Relax,” Harlan said, before his friends could fumble their way into doing it for him. “It’s a nice day, and we’re all out here anyway.”

“Yeah, I love being outside,” Jet lied.

“Nothing cool happens inside anyway,” Darus agreed, also lying.

A short distance away, one of the adventurous folks in the pool had a screaming orgasm. All four of them instinctively whipped around, and saw a naiad with another satyr literally drowning between her pussy. She lifted a shaky, watery hand and mouthed Sorry! They waved back to accept her apology, laughing to break the tension.

“Oh my,” Yvonna breathed, looking away with a hand on her chest.

“Like I said,” Harlan continued, “this is where the party’s at.”

He handed the chair he’d been sitting in to Jet to make room for Yvonne to sit down in the grass. She buckled all four of her legs, tucking her two front hooves underneath her and resting on one hip. At this height, Harlan was just tall enough to rest his head on her bicep—and he did, being careful not to poke her with his horns.

“May I?” he asked.

“Go ahead!” she replied, and waved him on.

Harlan hopped up to sit on her withers, where he was now tall enough to put his chin on her shoulder. Jet and Darus had gotten over being shocked and skipped right to exchanging impressed glances, but it didn’t dampen his mood any. He casually folded his arms around her waist, but froze when she sat up a little straighter.

“Too much?” he asked, ready to pull back.

“N-no, it’s fine,” she insisted, patting his arms to keep them where they were. He kept them there, but decided to keep one ear up for any changes.

“So, I hope this isn’t weird,” Jet said, and Harlan braced himself, “but I’ve never actually seen a Clydesdale before—I mean, I’ve barely seen any centaurs, period. Are you from here, or…?”

“Oh, no, my herd is from way up north, near the mountains,” Yvonne replied. “I’ve only been in Athendrolyn for a couple years.”

“Wow, that’s far. Why’d you move?”

“Well, it’s a lot harder to transition when you’re constantly moving around, and the herd physician has to split resources between thirty other people, so—” She shrugged to finish the statement. “Here I am instead.”

Darus snapped his fingers. “Oh, right because you two met at the clinic, right?”

“Yep!” She squished her cheek into Harlan’s face, and he returned the favor.

“I can’t believe you remembered that,” Harlan said.

“Why wouldn’t I remember that?”

“Because you’re also the guy who asked why I never told you about ‘my sister’ when I showed you old family photos.”

“Ha!” Jet smacked his arm. “I remember that!”

“One time!” Darus wagged an angry finger. “Literally once!”

“You didn’t tell me that story,” Yvonne said, stifling her own laughter.

“Please don’t tell her that story.”

“Too late!” Harlan declared. “We’re telling the story!”

He took a few minutes to embarrass his friend, but from there, they had plenty more to talk about. Fraternity hijinks, horror stories from their classes, how much they were dreading exam season. Yvonne listened politely, as always, and even bonded with Darus over their matching forelocks, but every so often Harlan felt her shift uncomfortably. He tried to slyly ask her if she needed anything when they had a lapse in conversation. She insisted she was fine, but he had a feeling something was up.

It was her first time at a big party, after all. Harlan believed her when she said she wanted to be here, but it wouldn’t be a surprise if her social anxiety was killing the mood. She frequently glanced around at the rest of the outdoor partygoers, especially the horny ones splashing around in the pool. Harlan had been to so many of these that the sexual cacophony was more or less ambient noise he could tune out, but for Yvonne? Not so much.

He was just on the cusp of asking her outright if anything was wrong when someone came tearing out of the house, yelling and whooping and wearing a lampshade with their horns punched through it. A small crowd followed them out, some brandishing their phones with glee, and others looking close to calling the fire department. All four of them watched in slow motion as the crazed partier did a flying leap into the pool… and landed with a sickeningly loud splat! right on their belly. Everyone around the yard did a collective wince.

“Aaaand that’s gotta be Chaq,” Darus concluded.

“What the fuck is wrong with him?” Harlan asked.

“The entire cauldron of lunacy, if I had to guess.”

“Is he alright?” Yvonne asked, both hands pressed to her forehead in shock.

Jet sighed and pushed to his hooves. “I guess we have to go fish him out and see. Come on, Darus.”

“Wait, what? Why do I have to go?”

“You were the one who wanted to see him do it in the first place.”

Darus groaned, but stood up. “Fine, fine, whatever.”

“I can help too, if you need,” Harlan offered.

“Nah, you two stay here,” Jet said, waving them off. “We’ll be right back.”

“Probably,” Darus added.

Two of them trotted off. The rest of the yard started to congregate around the pool to inspect the damage. Even the exhibitionists had stopped to let Chaq’s buddies excavate him from his own bad decisions. The thumping party music sounded wildly out of place.

“I hope he’ll be okay,” Yvonne said, worrying with the end of one of her braids.

“He’ll be fine,” Harlan reassured her. “Chaq is kind of… bizarre. He does this a lot.”

“That sounds unsafe.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, it sure can be.”

A moment of silence lapsed. Yvonne dropped her braid to toy with his fingers instead. He nibbled her shoulder, and she giggled. He marked the spot with a kiss.

“I’m proud of you,” he said, “for coming out here tonight.”

She ducked her head. “Thank you. I… I’m happy I did.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Your friends are really nice.” She twisted her fingers up by her head. “And you all have the cute curly horns.”

He couldn’t help but laugh. “Why are they cute? You never explained why you think it’s cute.”

“I don’t know!” She waved her hands around, searching for an answer. “I don’t know, it’s like they’re made of candy. Or something.”

“That’s adorable and it doesn’t make any sense.”

“It does!”

“Whatever you say.” He squished his cheek into her shoulder. “Did you… notice if theirs were longer than mine?”

She folded her hands over his gently. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, I can never tell if my horns pass enough.”

“Well… I didn’t notice a huge difference. But even if I did, it wouldn’t make you any less of a billy goat, you know.”

“Yeah, I know. It’s just… hard to stop thinking about sometimes.”

“I know.” She tugged at the skirt of her dress. “I really like this outfit, but I think it was made for people with more—you know.” She cupped her palms up by her chest, where the fabric sat almost flat against her.

“I don’t think it’s a big deal. You still look amazing in it.”

“I guess not. But I feel like it hangs a bit loose.” She plucked it a few times.

“Maybe you can get it tailored.”

“Maybe.” She sighed. “I just wish I could… fill it out on my own.”

“I’ll give you mine, if you want.”

Yvonne laughed, just like he hoped she would. Harlan gave her a full hug from behind, and she sighed comfortably, leaning back until her head was on his shoulder. Despite meaning everything he said, Harlan did notice that the bust of the dress left a gap she couldn’t accommodate—and that gap let him stare right down her chest.

“You know,” he said, “I think you might have grown a little.”

“Really?” She sounded earnest, and then folded her arms when she realized where he was looking. “You can’t possibly tell from that angle.”

“Maybe you’re right.” He mouthed a soft line up her neck. Her whole body shivered, against and underneath him. “I guess I’ll have to check later.”

“You can now.”

His eyebrows shot up to his horns. “Now? Are you sure?”

Yvonne bit her lip and whined, nodding into his neck. And… well, fuck, how was he supposed to say no to that?

Harlan pushed aside her curtain of braids, unzipped the back of her dress, and snuck his hands underneath. He took a moment to feel her back, her sides, slide across her ribs—go everywhere except where she wanted him, basically.

“C’mon,” she pouted, twisting her human torso to try and cheat her way there.

“Come on what?” he asked. It was a tease, sure, but also another chance for her to back off. She’d never been so touchy in public before, much less horny in public. He wasn’t sure what to do.

Yvonne told him outright, “Please, play with my tits, pretty please.”

He did as she asked, grabbing both of her breast buds and massaging them with his hands. She sighed hotly and openly, the picture of erotic relief. Harlan pressed her hard nipples against his palms, rolling them in tiny circles, and kissed up and down her neck some more. She squirmed for him, soft whimpers escaping her plush lips. When he caught one between his fingers and pinched, she moaned right into his ear.

At this point, Harlan felt his t-dick throbbing and was worried about leaving a wet spot on her back. More importantly, though, he could not believe this was happening. Yvonne had a hard enough time working up to coming to this party all, and now they were jumping right to public foreplay? It wasn’t the craziest thing Harlan had ever done, but for her, it was astounding.

Still, he couldn’t resist giving her what she wanted when she was clearly so desperate for it. Already she was panting heavily, little chest heaving under his hands. Harlan pinched and rolled both her nipples, hard. She gasped and her whole body writhed, including the part he was sitting on. Harlan grabbed her tits for dear life as she shifted her weight, nearly throwing him off.

“S-sorry, I’m sorry,” she breathed.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said. He had to move his hands to readjust, and took the opportunity to ask, “Hey, uh, not that I’m complaining, but what’s gotten into you today?”

“Uhm, well…” Yvonne shifted in place, like she’d been doing the whole time. “When I started estrogen, my doctor warned me that eventually, I’d develop an estrous cycle during the spring like other mares. And, uh, I think it’s. Happening. Today.”

A lightning bolt shot straight down his spine. “Oh.”

“I didn’t want to mention it, because I hoped I’d be able to ignore it. But there were all those people, h-having sex over there.” She mashed her face into her hands. “And it even made me late.”

“What do you mean? I thought your farrier made you late.”

“I—I lied. I didn’t want to leave the house because I was—” She wiggled around again. “I was really, really hard, and I couldn’t just go out in public like that, so I had to—to touch myself first.” A small whimper. “A couple times. Just to make it go away.”

Harlan was definitely leaving a wet spot on her back. “You should have just called me, baby, I would have helped you out.”

She uncovered her face just enough to look back at him. “Y-you sort of did. I thought about you, so…”

It was too much to bear. Harlan launched himself forward to lock lips, and after one surprised squeal, she returned his passion. He scrambled to any position that would let him keep kissing her, biting her lip, tasting her mouth. The fur between his legs was matted down from his cunt, his tail was going nuts, and above anything he needed to fuck Yvonne right now.

“I can help out a third time,” he breathed, “if you need to come again.”

She nodded frantically. “Yes, yes, I really need to.”

“Right here?”

“Uh…”

They both took the opportunity to look around. The sun was just starting to set, casting an orangey glow on everything in the yard, and he saw colorful fairy lights bouncing inside the house. The shocked crowd had more or less dispersed, but Jet, Darus, and Chaq were nowhere to be seen. Harlan spied a few couples still using the pool to spice up their sex lives, so nobody would be bothered seeing them fuck out here in the open. Yvonne chewed on her bottom lip.

“Can we go back there?” she asked, pointing across the yard.

A runway of grass stretched beyond their ability to see, hiding behind the far side of the house. It didn’t look like anyone was over there. It was far past the party, and they might even have a buffer from the music.

“Sounds perfect,” he agreed.

Yvonne stood up without warning, and he had to grab her to stay balanced again. Moving with urgent grace, Yvonne trotted across the yard, bouncing him all the way. Each step ground his t-dick against her back, and there was nothing that could have stopped his horny mouth from talking.

“Seeing those people in the pool turned you on, huh?” he teased, trying not to moan every time she took a step.

“Y-yeah, a little,” she said, in a way that he knew meant a lot. “I’ve never seen so many people do that and I—” She lost her rhythm and stumbled. “I really wanted to keep watching.”

Harlan felt his brain melt into a little puddle. “That’s really fucking hot.”

Her last few steps were awkward, but it didn’t stop her from making a beeline for their hideaway. She got down in the grass and let Harlan slide off her back before rolling over herself. All four of her big, feathered hooves in the air, belly exposed to the sky, Harlan caught a glimpse of her cock, unsheathed and rock hard. Only a glimpse, because she yanked him down by the shirt.

She crushed their mouths together and Harlan could only return the favor. Feverish with want, he slipped the sleeves off her dress and pulled it down to expose her chest. He got back to what he was doing earlier: pinching, rolling, and adding his mouth to suck on her nipples. Yvonne was open mouthed and gasping in seconds, hardly able to make a sound.

While he worked her tits, Harlan still felt himself reeling from her confession. She’d been getting off on watching those people, right underneath him. All those nerves he thought she had was her desperately seeking relief from her brand-new hormone cycle. Was she a voyeur? Was she an exhibitionist? Both? Was it a product of the estrous alone? Whatever the answer, he thought he’d make himself come just thinking about it. He’d let Yvonne watch him do anything, with anybody, any day of the week, if that’s what she was into. He’d fuck her while she watched someone else get fucked, give her pleasure while she took pleasure in others.

He sobbed a moan into her chest, positive he was dripping wet. Yvonne took his face in her hands and dragged him up to kiss her again. All he could do was pant into her mouth, so desperate he didn’t even care.

Yvonne separated, lips shiny with saliva. “Can I see you?”

“Yeah,” he panted. “Sure, yeah.”

Harlan scooted over, plopped back on his ass, and spread his legs. He knew he was wet, and now they both could see it. She rolled onto her side, propped up on one elbow for a better angle, and ran her fingers through the fur on the inside of his thighs. He shivered.

“Wait,” she said. “I think you got bigger.”

“You think so?” He tried to stick his head down to see.

“Look, I think it’s different.”

Yvonne ran a finger down his engorged t-dick, and he moaned so hard he bleated. He clamped his jaw shut, but it was too late. She put a hand over her mouth, but he could tell she was smiling underneath.

“Sorry,” he said, trying to laugh it off.

“No, don’t be. I think it’s sweet.”

She stroked with her finger again, and he dropped his head back in pleasure. When it was clear she was doing the right thing, Yvonne got bolder, dipping two fingers into his cunt to steal some of his wetness to stroke him faster. He moaned and fisted the grass under his hands. When she moved her fingers in a V-shape on either side of his little cock, he fell back onto his elbows. His head spun with bliss, already so far gone and they’d barely touched each other.

“Th-that feels fucking amazing,” he moaned, forcing himself up on one hand to look at her. “You’re so fucking good.”

Yvonne smiled, excited to be praised, and dove forward into his fur. Harlan gasped at the feeling of soft lips kissing his t-dick. She used her hand to keep his folds apart, took the whole thing in her mouth, and gave him a  gentle suck. Harlan groaned, eyes falling shut in his lust. When he managed to open them again, Yvonne was already looking up at him. Working her tongue in warm, wet circles, she fluttered her lashes. Harlan laughed breathily—he knew what she wanted.

“Look at how pretty you are,” he sighed, and felt her whimper into his cunt. “You’re such a pretty girl, Yvonne, and you look even better with your mouth full.”

She whined, desperate, and sucked again. Harlan moaned, but kept his composure to rub her cheek.

“Good girl,” he praised. “You’re a very good girl.”

Yvonne buried her face in his thigh and moaned, devastated. She kicked her back leg over and over, gasping into his fur. Harlan knew what that meant too, and watched as she tried to get any sort of friction on her cock. He almost drooled watching it bounce against her belly, rocking with the desperate rhythm of her leg. It was so wanton, so hopeless, he couldn’t resist moving on to the main event.

“You’re so good, I almost forgot why we’re back here,” he said, nudging her head away.

“But,” she protested, “don’t you want to—?”

Harlan crawled forward and kissed her silent, licking the taste of himself off her lips. He rolled her onto her back again, stroking a hand down her body as far as he could reach.

“I’ll definitely come from getting you off,” he told her. “Promise.”

Yvonne swallowed hard and whimpered. “Okay.”

Harlan staggered to his hooves. He raked his fingers through his thigh fur on the way down to Yvonne’s cock—the fact that he needed to walk there, even if it wasn’t very far, always made him shiver. Both her back legs were bent at the hock and spread wide, putting her on full display for him. Harlan ducked under her leg and made sure not to step on her braided tail as he took up his favorite spot: right behind her cock, so she could watch everything he did.

Yvonne’s dick was longer than his arm. Large, prominent veins ran up and down the shaft, and he knew if he touched one, he’d feel the pulse keeping it thick and hot. The head was wider than the rest of it, with a prominent rim and flared ends. At the other end, her shaft was cushioned by the wrinkled skin of her sheath, and her balls dangled in front of him enticingly. Too heavy to stand upright on its own, her cock rested against her belly, waiting to be touched.

He had no choice but to oblige. Harlan sighed hotly, and ran his palm from root to tip, savoring the smooth, warm skin. Yvonne gasped and arched her back, crumpling her dress in her fists. He leaned a little forward, grabbing her shaft with both hands and stroking her. She moaned, loud, much louder than he expected. Harlan kept going, aching to hear more. She whimpered and squirmed under his hands.

“More,” she begged. “More, I need it, more.”

Harlan bent over and licked the very edge of her sheath. She cried out in ecstasy, and there was no way that the rest of the party was ignorant to them now. Shocked, all he could do was keep going, stroking and lapping at her cock, out in the open.

The next time his hands went up, they came away with a sticky, transparent sheen. A steady stream of thick pre-cum flowed from her tip, dripping down her belly, and now all down her shaft. Harlan reached up to rub her head for more, stroking faster with the added slick. Yvonne keened and—his favorite thing—her massive cock twitched. The muscle jumped under his hands, throbbing with pleasure. Harlan shivered head to toe, at risk of bleating again.

It was no secret how much he loved her size. Yvonne insisted she was average for a centaur, maybe even a bit below average, but she was still bigger than every minotaur Harlan had ever fucked, combined. And it wasn’t just her dick, it was everything. Her hooves were bigger than dinner plates. She had to duck under every doorframe, even the ones built for centaurs. Harlan wasn’t short for a satyr, but next to her, he was tiny. And he loved it.

Every time they fucked, he did his best to gratify every inch of her. With both hands, mouth, grinding on her, using his entire body, whatever got the job done. He wanted to fill her gorgeous cock with pleasure and let it boil over into the rest of her. From the end of her tail to the tips of her fingers, he wanted her entire body, easily ten times his size, to tremble with bliss. That’s how he’d know he did a good job.

Maybe it was the estrous cycle, but Yvonne was already satisfying that desire for him. Her hind legs were tense trying not to kick, but her front legs had no such responsibility, failing wildly as he stroked her. She was at risk of tearing her brand-new dress right off, jerking it in every direction. If she wasn’t already on the ground, her head would have been thrown back in ecstasy, moans and whimpers tumbling out like they weren’t at a house party. Harlan had long since forgotten to worry about her anxiety, stroking her cock with renewed enthusiasm.

“H-Harlan!” she cried, her first coherent word in ages. “I want you, so much.”

“I’m right here, I’m giving it to you,” he soothed, stroking down hard. Wrong answer. She shook her head wildly. He laughed a little. “You’ve gotta tell me what you want, then.”

“More.”

“More what?”

She nearly sobbed, throwing her arms over her face. “Fuck me, please, I want to be inside you so much. Please, please fuck me!”

He had to stop to catch his breath. It was crazy to see her like this—so completely shameless. It was hard to believe this was the same centaur who apologized for walking, who always put everyone else’s comfort above her needs. But here she was, writhing in the grass of someone else’s yard, begging to be fucked, without a care in the world for who noticed.

“Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, I can do that.”

The sound she made was so grateful, he had to stop himself from racing down to kiss her. Harlan scrambled around to sit on her belly, his back turned to Yvonne now, and her cock staring him head on. It was shiny and throbbing from his work, the flowing pre-cum making her body slippery. Harlan scooted down, and leaned back slowly, spreading his legs wide.

“Please hurry,” she whined.

“I know, baby, I’m almost there.” Harlan cupped the head of her cock, tracing the rim. “You’re gonna be so deep inside me, I promise.”

She exhaled shakily. He used his pre-cum soaked hands to wet his cunt, and finger himself a little to prepare for what was coming. Then, slowly, he pushed Yvonne inside him.

The head was always the most difficult part to take. It was not made for a hole as small as his, and Harlan felt it every time. He exhaled deeply to make as much room for it as possible, pressing it inside a little at a time. A hot gush of her pre-cum spilled over his cunt.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his own little cock throbbing now.

“Are you okay?” Yvonne asked. She was still herself after all.

“I’m fine, just relax.”

Harlan took his own advice and took another deep breath. With the added slick, he was able to pop the head of her cock inside him. And immediately gasp, cunt stretched so wide already. He felt the flared rim pushing against his insides. It almost hurt to take so much of her, and it was just the head.

“Fucking fuck,” he swore, trying to catch his breath.

“Harlan?” Yvonna called, more than a little worried.

“I’m okay.” He scraped his teeth over his bottom lip and whimpered. The rest of Yvonne’s cock stretched out before him. “You’re so fucking big.”

Behind him, he heard a thump, like she’d collapsed back into the grass. “Y-you’re really, really tight.”

That was all the motivation he needed. Harlan took her shaft and guided more of it inside. Smaller and smoother than her head, the shaft was easier to take, but it was still massive. He had his mouth hanging open in a silent moan the whole time, filling himself with more and more and more of her cock, but there was still so much more left. When the head of her cock tapped his cervix, he writhed in pleasure, moaning like he’d never been fucked in his life. In the end, he hadn’t even taken half.

“I-I can’t fit anymore,” he gasped. “I’m so full, I’m so full of your cock, baby.”

Yvonne choked on air. “F-f-ahh-nn!”

Harlan moved by grabbing her sides and pushing. He felt every inch of the dick that slid out, and didn’t make it very far before pulling himself back down. They moaned together, completely crazed with lust. He continued at that slow pace, all he could manage, but it was plenty for both of them.

Yvonne had gone perfectly still for his sake, no more thrashing around. But he felt her breathing hard underneath him, her belly heaving as he fucked himself on her cock. Feeling her move—he wished he had a free hand he could rub himself off, but it took everything he had to hold on. He had no choice but to surrender himself to the feeling of being so full he thought he’d burst. He watched the miniscule amount he’d managed to fit inside disappear into his cunt, and compared it to the rest left over. He whimpered at the thought of more.

There was no way it was possible to fit more of her inside him, and he knew that. Not unless he was fine with a few ruptured organs. But fuck, it would be incredible. If he could take all of Yvonne and truly fuck himself on her entire cock, fuck her as deeply and thoroughly as she fucked him, there would be go going back. He might not ever do anything else. Every spring, he’d fuck her until she screamed and begged and came as many times as she needed to satisfy her estrous for the day. And then he’d do it again the next day.

His legs trembled, but he had to go faster. He yanked himself up and down, not wanting to hurt her, but fuck, he needed this. He needed Yvonne so badly, he needed to pound himself on her cock, to take as much of it as he possibly could.

“I love you,” he rasped. “I love you so much, I love how you feel, I wish we could stay like this. Fuck.”

“I—” Yvonne tried, voice broken and shaky. “I—Ha—”

He laughed dizzily. “It’s okay, if you can’t—”

“I—I’m gonna come!”

Harlan was just pulling her back out when it happened. Her cock twitched and burst inside his cunt, flooding him with her cum. He absolutely couldn’t take it anymore.

He didn’t even pull her out before furiously jerking off his t-dick. Neglected for so long, it didn’t take long for him to start bucking and moaning into his own hand. His cunt was slippery enough that he didn’t need any help, but if he needed any, cum leaked out the side of his hole in abundance.

Yvonne’s cock shrunk enough to pop out on its own. He gasped at the loss, but moaned for a different reason. Like a popped cork, all of her cum spilled out at once. It drenched his fur, drenched her stomach, and it felt endless.

Harlan arched his back and came hard. There was nothing that could have driven him over the edge faster, and he laid there for what felt like minutes, waves of ecstasy crashing over his mind and rippling through his shaking body.

It felt deathly quiet when he came back to himself. The evening had turned to a definitive night, stars twinkling above. The party music was still going on, somewhere. The only sound he cared about was Yvonne’s breathing, her belly still gently moving him up and down.

“That was awesome,” he concluded.

Yvonne laughed, groggy from her own orgasm. “Mhmm.”

He sighed, content. “I don’t really want to go back to the party.”

“Mm. Me neither.”

“Do you want to just go back to your place? Watch a movie or something?”

“That sounds nice.“

“Or we can go for round two?”

“Umm.” Harlan couldn’t see her, but he knew she was biting her lip. “I’ll think about it.”

He smiled into the starry night. “Whatever you need.”

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My Laws of Attraction f!MC: Anjali!

Still don't got a last name for her tho. I might make her related to Evie. I'll probably likely make her related to Evie. Like, maybe a sibling to Evie's mom along with my TH:M f!MC Otto. Evie's mom and Aunties being a security/bodyguard, a lawyer, and a criminal leader mastermind sounds very juicy. However I still have to decide Evie's mom's last name so there's that lol.

Laws doesn't let you choose bodytype and pronouns separately but IDGAF lol. Cis, bi, Indian-American. She wears a binder, loves solid-colored masc suits, but doesn't quite consider herself to be masculine. Her favorite colors are deep dark reds, deep dark blues, greys, and blacks. But not together, too many colors together in an outfit looks yucky to her.

She will take romantic/sexual interest in Gabe (east Asian version) and Aislinn, as well as Joaquin, Tyler, Marcus, Will, maybe Lina too. I don't have any headcanons for romantic endgame or who she'd be closer with.

She'll probably be a Little Guy advocate, and her methods I think can alternate between Cunning and Brute Force. I imagine she would be very justice-minded, very against injustice, and that's her motivation for becoming a lawyer plain and simple. I'm imagining the sibling dynamic between her and Otto would be very interesting in that regard, very contrasting views on how to fight the system hehe

[shapeshiftersvt]

i've heard really good things about you guys, and im planning on getting a binder or two from you after my top surgery next month (extreme breast reduction, not full mastectomy) for days when i want a completely flat chest. really looking forward to having a binder that actually works and is comfortable 😅

im trying to decide whether i want mesh or just a solid color one, but i'm struggling to tell the difference between them. are your mesh binders just the mesh without any outer layer at all?

if that isn't right, could you explain, like, the basic anatomy of a regular solid color binder vs a mesh binder?

i also tried looking at the pictures on your website, but they weren't high enough quality to actually see any difference, so some close-up photos of each would be helpful for seeing the visual difference (if that's convenient, just the explanation is fine too!)

thanks!

Yep! You've got it exactly right.

We have had four different photographers try to capture the difference in photos. It ain't easy. I'll give it another shot next time we have the cameras out.

[vellichorbindery]

First, I want to say that I adore your binds. They are stunning.

I am working on getting into book binding, but I do have some questions/things I’m struggling with that I’m hoping you might be able to help with.

I’ve designed several typesets and covers, I’ve just not yet made it to the finish line. Perfectionism is kinda kicking my butt tbh.

1. What kind of printer do you use? (And do you love it?) I’ve currently got a b&w laser printer, but I want to be able to print typesets in color, but I’m debating between an ecotank inkjet printer or a color laser printer. I’ve never had a color printer before so I don’t really have a frame of reference for what’s better.

2. My other big issue on my typesets has been figuring out the margins. I’ve been formatting my typesets in MS Word. If you use word, do you mind sharing what you set your margins at? And how much you cut off when you trim your textblocks?

I can’t seem to find the best balance between wasting space/paper and having margins that look too small.

Thank you! :)

Hiiii! Thank you for the sweet words 💖🫶🏼

For printers—I have a canon pixma ip8720 that I use for wrap covers, dust jackets, paperback covers and endsheets. I LOVE this printer so much (any of the pixmas are solid color printers) I also use off brand ink bc I can’t be bothered to spend $$ on brand name and it works like a gem.

My other printer is the canon imageclass which I love/hate. It’s a color laser printer so works like my b&w but with color (so I could do foiling on it) the quality is great but I did have issues with it once I put off brand toner and I need to clean the cartridges so I don’t fully love it 100% yet. Still a fan though for the price point. Thats what I used for my Sugar High & ‘tis the damn season typesets. Otherwise I just use my brother b&w for typesetting.

For margins I typically go for .6 on the side margins and usually .5 top and bottom for hardcover. Larger for paperbacks. I try to cut the least amount off on my guillotine but I def have cut off far too much sometimes.

Make sure your layout settings in word are for a letter sized paper and under book fold. Then update the margins and then you can upload it into book binder js to make the pdf into a signatures! (Also I would HIGHLY suggest using Blak Bindery’s macro (find them on insta) it saves me so much time with typesetting in word. (Also ALWAYS hit control A to highlight the entire doc before changing margins/page layout (have learned this the hard way hehe)

Hope this helps!

[drblacula]

:3 < voyager from rev 1999 anddd winter solider from marvel !!! @necroangelz ++ @green-binder notes : VOYAGERS FUCKING HAIR MAKES ME CRY BRO IT WAS SO HARD TYRING TO MATCH UP THE COLORS SO THEY DONT LOOK UGLY . also i tknow whatyou 're thinking " but mortimer !!! that doesnt look like winter solider " I KNOW idont know how to make armor nand stuff in pony town im doing my best .

[beardedbarba]

OKAY SO I'VE DECIDED ON LETTER SIZED (was gonna go half-size but decided letter was the better choice 'cause i need to see what i printed lmfao) AND I'M GONNA GET THE BINDERS FROM AMAZON (they have really neat solid colors i want) AND GO TO THE OFFICE SUPPLY STORE TO CHECK OUT PAPER AND INKS

[prettyboyavasilva]

thinking about pretty boy ava and a poem by ocean vuong with this line that goes “he lay beside me and placed a word on the nape of my neck, where it melted into a bead of whiskey. Gold rust down my back. We had been sailing for months. Salt in our sentences. We had been sailing - but the edge of the world was nowhere in sight.”

something inarticulate in that about the idea of ava going on t and beatrice also coming to understand things about her gender. how binary stars often exchange mass, how they can appear as a single star until you look more closely; their light eclipsing each other into a single burning point.

just, pretty boy ava and the way he shifts bea’s notion of magnetic north. of gender, too. bea getting braver, wearing a binder under her t-shirt, ava’s fingers tracing patterns on her sternum when they’re out together, hand-in-hand and the scent of their different colognes mingling in the air like tongues.

ava with short-cropped blond hair artfully or artlessly tousled, sometimes darting strands of other colors shot through it in comet-tails. ava doing his first muscle-up and hurrying down off the bar, grinning wide and finding beatrice watching, beaming. ava kissing her there with all the fresh hard lines of her body flush against bea’s chest, hips, and ava telling her that even touching is different now. mourning how bea used to feel under his fingers but memorizing her again with this new phenomenology.

the halo’s response to things… glowy sections at ava’s throat where it’s inspecting the slight thickening of vocal cords (though ava’s not on a high enough dose or on it for long enough to dip his voice down far). bea watching in amazement, in fear because what if the halo doesn’t want ava anymore? (it does and they have that in common) glimmers of light in ava’s jaw, his chest, as the halo learns to tell between change and injury.

ava going out in a tank top and bea staring dry-mouthed at the new lines of muscle picked out on his arms. bea brushing her mouth over faintly stubbly spots on ava’s jaw. bottom growth one of the first things ava notices and beatrice having read about 900 articles about it so she’s ready but she isn’t.

not for the way ava arches into her hand, the newness of it all in bea’s mouth and against her fingers. and there’s always been divinity in ava but there’s something about this reclamation of body, the solidness of ava’s arms and his shoulders and the hunger that comes with it. beatrice watching ava mow through protein bars and buy those 32 oz bottles of chocolate milk in the store. oddly abashed in the face of this enormous appetite that extends to her, to everything, to life itself.

oh this is incredible. 10/10. no notes. knew it was gonna slap the moment i saw there's a section of poetry

i dont know if i straight up mentioned it here but butch bea and prettyboy ava exist in the same universe in my head. love love the part with the halo, the halo is def a little bit aware and alive to me and plays favourites.

just so in love with how both of them relearning each other. ava's expanding energy and appetite. their love... their gender. OUGH... thank you anon

[pupphe-additions]

Evie Astronaut Era

╰┈➤Overview╰┈➤ During Astronaut Evie could be see wearing bucket hats that covered her eyes and baggier clothes to make her much more androgynous. Evie's hair was also the shortest it's ever been during this era as she was going for a boyish look to try and hide the fact that she was a woman idol that joined Stray Kids. Evie never got her own lines during Astronaut she shared them with other members, harmonizing with them instead of having her own lines. She didn't want any focus on her because she was scared of how STAY would react to her debut with them. Evie even used a chest binder to try to appear as masculine as she could.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

╰┈➤ Lines╰┈➤ Changbin and Evie: jeogi byeoreun nae du sone daheul deushi jeomjeom dagaone koape dagaomyeon geujeo jabeumyeon dwae

Han and Evie: chaja naseoji aneul geoya chulgu (Hey)

Han and Evie: bange bul kyeogo janeun naineun beolsseo jinattagu (Ey)

Felix and Evie: tamheomeul tteonagal geoya Right now Young and free duryeoul geon eopjana eodideun ajiteuga dwel geoya ujuro gaja

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

╰┈➤Outfits/Styling╰┈➤

Teaser Photo Outfit/Main Outfit

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Solid White at the end of MV fit

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

╰┈➤Hair Color╰┈➤

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

╰┈➤Hair Length/Style╰┈➤

╰┈➤Stays Reaction to Evie's Official Debut with SKZ╰┈➤

[bokauffmann]

5 cigars for new smokers

Are you a beginner cigar smoker looking to enhance your smoking experience? Look no further! In this video, we'll share some invaluable tips to help you navigate the world of cigars like a pro. We'll even give you a list of 5 solid, flavorful cigars that are perfect for the new smoker.

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Connecticut wrappers are known for their light, golden-brown color, and delicate texture. They are typically shade-grown under muslin cloth or in greenhouses, which results in milder flavors and a smoother smoking experience. These wrappers tend to have subtle notes of creaminess, cedar, and sometimes hints of sweetness, making them an excellent option for beginners who want to ease into the world of cigars without overwhelming their taste buds.

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Macanudo Cafe Hyde Park: The Macanudo Cafe Hyde Park is famous for beginners due to its smooth and mellow flavor profile. It features a Connecticut Shade wrapper, which lends a creamy and slightly sweet taste with notes of cedar. The Hyde Park size, measuring 5.5 inches by 49 ring gauge, offers a comfortable smoking experience that allows you to savor the flavors without feeling overwhelmed.

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Oliva Connecticut Reserve Petite Corona, The Oliva Connecticut Reserve Petite Corona, is another excellent choice for beginners. With its Ecuadorian Connecticut wrapper, this cigar delivers a smooth and creamy smoking experience.

The petite corona size, measuring 5 inches by 43 ring gauge, is perfect for those who prefer a shorter smoking time. It offers flavors of toasted nuts, subtle spices, and a hint of sweetness, making it an enjoyable option for beginners exploring milder flavors.

Romeo y Julieta 1875 Bully: For those looking for a classic and well-known cigar brand, the Romeo y Julieta 1875 Bully is a great choice. This 5-inch by 50-ring gauge cigar features an Indonesian shade-grown wrapper that produces smooth and mild smoke.

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The Montecristo White Lable Grande Tubos Robusto, The Montecristo White Label Grande Tubos Robusto, is a premium cigar sure to impress beginners and seasoned smokers. Measuring 5 inches by 52 ring gauge, this Robusto-sized beauty offers a generous smoking experience.

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The CAO Gold Robusto The CAO Gold Robusto is a cigar that combines quality and affordability, making it an excellent choice for beginners. Measuring 5 inches by 50 ring gauge, this Robusto-sized cigar offers an approachable and enjoyable medium-bodied smoking experience.

Its beautiful Connecticut seed Ecuadorian wrapper sets the CAO Gold Robusto apart, which gives it a smooth and creamy flavor profile. The notes of vanilla, cedar, and a hint of spice create a well-balanced combination that will please any palate.

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The leisure of smoking cigars is one of the fastest growing hobbies in the world. Learning to appreciate the flavors, qualities and workmanship that goes into these fine works of art is a lifelong journey. Please watch this next video, which has been handpicked for you.