maned wolf girl (old art)
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maned wolf girl (old art)
i need to get a pine marten pregnant impossibly badly
it's "pin down and rail your local mustelid" day
if twitch streamers are playing pokemon games are they allowed to talk about how fuckable are the pokemon
van: expert sewer replacement | repipe specialist | free estimate | residential/commercial and a barely-anthro burly gator guy with crossed arms and yellow eyes
yeah hello I need some pipe laid
An older animation =/w/=
I just heard that some furries are jerking off to weird, objectionable stuff. Be careful!
it's not that hard to come back from getting permavored if you know what you're doing
what's this site
the only process more sacred than fucking is abiogenesis
the only process more sacred than fucking is abiogenesis
KEEP FURRY WEIRD except for therians. neopronouns. ferals. ageplayers. pokephiles. nonhuman genitals. abdl. pup masks. anyone who has ever typed "awoo" or ":3". anyone who makes light of the harkness test. anyone whose fursona has animal traits. you're not being brand friendly
sleepfucking > somno imo
Cover art for "Four Colour Process" by Angela Quinton. A solid black background. The title and author credit are rendered in sans-serif text in the center-left of the top third. The title is in cyan, and the author name in yellow. In the middle of the lower third is a simplified isometric drawing of a picnic table in white, splattered with cyan liquid that drips off the table onto the ground.
Interior title page. Bisected diagnally into a black top and white bottom. The black top features a yellow crescent moon and a print registration mark. The white lower section repeats the title and author credit, and has this text: Adult readers only. Content warnings: f/?, biting, claws, blood, cunnilingus, teratophilia. The design of the page has been artificially modified to reflect mis-registered CMYK separations, with ghostly magenta and yellow duplicates slightly out of alignment.
Page 6: Its back was to me, hunched over something dark and glistening at one of the picnic tables. It straightened and turned faster than anything that size could move. I recoiled, stumbled, and dropped my phone. One flashbulb instant froze in my mind before the light hit the dirt and went dark. Now, after all these months, I know every angle and curve of it. The easy line from stomach to hip. The riverine pattern of fur at the nape of its neck. The delicate hollows beneath its nails. But the most enduring image is that first glimpse. The angles of its arms, which were splayed in a human pose that telegraphed the surprised defensiveness of an insane person shielding their deranged totems. The mass on the table was a deer, magenta and white in the glare, throat bent at a sharp angle, insides strewn across the slats. Crouched though the creature was, it still towered a foot over me. Long arms and long legs and a lean, coiled torso. The harsh light turned its face and chest purple. A visage like a misregistered overprint. Human physiology pushing through lupine features like paper grain under cheap ink. Its eyes, glinting like black diamonds above its smeared muzzle, pupils like backlit amber. I now know every inch of its body a dozen times over, but not whose eyes those are. Darkness. I opened my mouth to scream, clinging to the idiotic hope that it really was a bear, that making noise could save me, but its growl hit me first, less than a yard away. The sound coursed through me like an earthquake’s first tremor, tilting the ground and cracking reality’s facade. That the earth could move beneath one’s feet, that such a creature existed, that an animal’s utterance could evoke terror and exultation simultaneously. Such things should be impossible.
Page 7: I wax poetic now, but in that moment I was certain I’d join the mutilated deer. Goodbye, David, I thought. Gonna go see Mom and Dad now. I hope Reddit doesn’t post the photos of whatever happens next. But what happened next was another sound. A deep inhalation, directly above my left shoulder. Now I was petrified. I swallowed a scream. I felt its body radiating heat, smelled blood and fur, felt its breath splashing against my cheek. Its scent was animal, pungent and wild, but beneath it was something familiar. Warmth, clean sweat. The faint trace of humanity that is detectable when you’re close to another person. Sensory incongruity overwhelmed me. I tried to turn my head but could only blink. My vision had adjusted to the moonlight, but the creature’s form was occluding the night sky. Rich CMYK black against dull RGB black. A void within a void. I searched for its eyes, but then a gentle brush of contact touched my cheek, and I squeezed my eyes shut. Better to be in the dark entirely than to see the teeth behind those bloody lips. The contact slid across my cheek – scratchy, damp, accompanied by a tang of copper, and another rustling inhalation against my ear. It was breathing my scent. Meal or plaything? How could it smell anything over the blood scent hanging thick in the air? I withstood it for three eternal seconds before its nose’s sudden cold contact against my ear made me flinch. My body’s primal drive to protect itself finally unlocked my muscles. I raised my hand to push its head away, only to find its arm. I felt wiry fur, hair-like but thicker. Beneath that, human bone structure. Pliable muscle, the twin beams of ulna and radius. I had its strange forearm in a death grip. Did it raise its hand to block mine or to peel my face from my skull? I tightened my grasp, but rather than retaliate, it withdrew its muzzle from my ear. Lost in the dark, my remaining senses bloomed. I could feel the sliding twitch of tendons in its arm as it moved...
My monsterfucker story "Four Colour Process" is available for purchase! It features a cis woman and a werewolf of no specified gender, and contains darkness, fur, claws, biting, and the celebration of taboos and transgression.
argylewerewolf.itch.io/cmyk
#nsfw #werewolf #teratophilia
walking in the door with angel wings sticking out of my muzzle and when you try to get me to give it to you i just swallow it
need more art of anthros eating ferals. if you're so hungry, prove it against the undisputed masters of the domain
my secondary payment option for keeping SLIME TIME available fell through, so i just went ahead and made the pdf and ebook free for all forever. enjoy!
quakeroc.itch.io/slime-time
yeah bsky.app/profile/enca...
Bibliography:
Yunker, M. H.; Higuchi, T. Kinetics of Degradation of Amy1 Nitrite Ampuls II.**School of Phamacy, University of Wisconsin, Madison. Journal of the American Pharmaceutical Association (Scientific ed.) 1958, 47 (9), 621–625. doi.org/10.1002/jps.....
...so that the potassium carbonate, which is also a dessicant, is freed up to react with and neutralize/capture the nitrogen oxides.
Keep your poppers in tightly sealed cone-cap bottles in the freezer when not in use.
The sieves and carbonate will retain some liquid. Leave em upside down, probably
3. pour the purified poppers into a bottle half-full of a mixture of potassium carbonate and molecular sieves
Poppers degrade from reaction with air, water, heat, and light, producing nitrogen oxides (bad for the lungs). Molecular sieves capture absorbed water, drying the poppers...
the trick:
0. put your poppers in a dark glass bottle with cone cap (the normal foil seals leak). do this always
1. prepare three bottles, half full, one of 4Å molecular sieves and one of potassium carbonate
2. decant poppers into sieves, shake, pour into potassium carbonate, shake
3. [cont...]
achievement unlocked: successfully purified a bottle of amyl nitrite that'd gone bad
sexual darwinism
in the new okami game they're making it so you can fuck okami
in the new okami game they're making it so you can fuck okami
tired: fetishizing reproduction
wired: fetishizing introgression
hold on where do i get that shirt
is it because you like breaking them
yeah but i don't like being sassy
