Viddy (TULIPS OPEN: 20 SLOTS AVAILABLE)

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A weapon.............to surpass metal gear..................and he's freaky as hell.....................

Gift for my friend
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“You mean like this?” Silverstream gasps when Smolder produces a slip of paper from her pocket, one that had been folded and sealed shut with a heart-shaped sticker. “Asked you to meet him here at 9 o’ clock at night?” “Yeah, exactly!” She nods eagerly at first before her confusion comes rolling back. “But…why did you…?” “And I’m guessing your invitation didn’t mention anything about anyone else coming here either?” Smolder folds her arms over her chest and frowns. “I bet we just walked into something.” Then the door slams open again. “Yak just walked into room!” Yona announces noisily, thumping loudly as her hooves tromp on the floor. Then she looks around the room and frowns. “Yak not see blue bird boy here.” “Yeah, welcome to the Waiting for Gallus club,” Smolder remarks dryly, “are there any other members we should know about?” A thin limb waves from behind Yona’s bulk before Ocellus emerges tentatively. “Um…y-yeah,” she mutters, her ears folding back as she holds out her own invitation. Silverstream frowns and furrows her brow. “Why would he ask for all of us to come here?” The flittering butterflies she’d felt in her heart for the past few hours now feel like a distant memory. She had been so sure that the gryphon wanted to reveal to her that he had noticed her feelings after all these years. It doesn’t seem very likely that he’d want to make such a proclamation to her in this company. Unless…perhaps he has something he wants to say to all of them…

The door slams open and dents into the adjoining wall after Renamon kicks it open. She storms into the room, seething, muttering under her breath. She rips her gym bag from her shoulder and flings it carelessly aside, slamming into a wall and leaving another dent. Pacing around the room, she grumbles and mutters under her breath, hissing obscenities, palms clasped over her face. “Inexcusable,” she growls, teeth bared, “utterly pathetic.” And she hates that this is all she can think of in reflecting on her performance at the gym. Taking some hard blows from Leomon is one thing. Fumbling against Guilmon or Terriermon is worse. Getting tripped up by Impmon is a humiliation that will be held over her head for weeks to come. “Stronger,” she grumbles as she sits at her desk and boots up her personal terminal, “I need to be stronger.” The window displays static images of Renamon, legs stiff, arms and tail held out and away from herself, with tables of information. This is her digital makeup, her attributes and capabilities, her very personality. She taps several commands on the keyboard (far more slowly than she’d like, her anger instilling urgency in her, not helped by her thick paws not being suited for this) and another window pops up for enabling admin privileges. This leads to another pop-up with a warning in red text about data corruption, and she clicks through that too. “I’ll teach that little whelp to mess with me,” she snarls as she locates the field for POWER and adds another zero to it.

There’s little Aster can do other than grit her teeth as she tries to remain relaxed. Her instincts bristle at her, detesting the idea of exposing herself like this, her breasts splayed to the sides so that her belly is visible, her legs spread so that her cock and balls have room between them. She’s also forced to bear the pangs of arousal which wrack through her, her penis sticking straight up at full mast for most of this process. Zarafa gave a quiet laugh when this first happened but made no comment; her own throbbing shaft brushed into the side of the bed intermittently. She hardly notices the prolonged absence of the stinging touch upon her crotch until the towering zebraffe announces, “At last, it is finished.” Aster grunts as she props herself up on her elbows and looks down the crevasse of cleavage which frames her view of the body beneath. The white fur on her lower abdomen has been inscribed with a series of intricate lines, fanned wings made of jagged strokes. Her skin still tingles and aches from the repeated tapping of the needles that were used for the dyeing process. She feels like the ink is seeping into her flesh, spreading its black tendrils through her body, and she hisses out a long breath through her teeth. “I can feel it working its magic already,” she groans.

Hornet wakes from restless dreams. She recalls the thrill of violence, the urgency of hunger, the yearning of lust. There was satisfaction…perhaps. The nature of that elusive conclusion is uncertain to her. The Weaver twitches as she opens her eyes and is met with pangs of discomfort. She is lying upon flat ground with something pinned beneath her, multiple hard fragments digging into her shell. Grunting and heaving her bulk, she looks past the broad slopes of dark chitin and finds an assortment of metal fragments. They are crushed and bent out of shape, but she understands that these are the remnants of the bench she had slept upon. She scratches her head in confusion, unable to fathom why she would have tried to rest on something so small and puny and flimsy. After making sure that there are none of those metal bits clinging in the crevices of her shell, Hornet picks up her needle and stands. She holds onto the weapon mostly only for sentimental purposes, since she doesn’t use it much for combat now. Her hand grips it clumsily, fingers clasped around the whole handle; she can use it for stabbing and gouging, but her claws are far more potent tools for hunting. And the thought of the hunt elicits a growl low in her throat, eager for sustenance. Or maybe simply for blood.

Are you interested in:

A mysterious meeting?

Powerful yearning?

Divine invocation?

And beastly hunger?

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[Rubber Suit | Rubber Suit Inflation]

I wanted to practice some stuff, mainly how to better draw those "squish" effects.

it ended up being Nastasia related.

2nd image has the suit inflation.

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Panel 1: Rei not sure what to think. Gerald: It's why I'm offering! I can tell that you boys need some help. Panel 2: Yuri contemplating this offer more. Gerald: If money is an issue, then I'm sure we can work out something out. I could always use some help 'round the place if your willing. Panel 3: The clocktower nearby chimes 3 PM the day is almost over. Gerald: So...What do you boys say?

Lil Kick of Magic Page - Ch 1-21

Time to make a decision.
And with the posting of this page we are now officially 1/3 of the way through Ch 1.

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Hmm yes, the infamous "Filler" episodes...

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Alexei the skunk with their chest being a lil larger than usual, they're spraying themselves with a pink perfume and say "Oh my, I seem to have suffered a wardrove malfunction... Could you be a darling and carry these crates for me?"

Persuasive
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ooh, that's wonderful~

All that singing has given Shiver lungs of steel!!!!
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[Rubber Suit | Rubber Suit Inflation]

I wanted to practice some stuff, mainly how to better draw those "squish" effects.

it ended up being Nastasia related.

2nd image has the suit inflation.

#rubbersuitinflation #inflation #selfship

mmm, excellent~

crush me between them

you can do so cutely but that's not required

yesss... more demons...

Wanted to doodle an imp girl this mornin’ 🍑

it's scary, but interacting is absolutely what you must do.

just know, that the more you do it, the less scary it will be.

I think it'll also be healthy to try to shift your perspective, you're not bothering people, even if it feels like you are.

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Some Raw Arachnid art to drill into your head into what he’s a reference to.

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I'll kiss a certain absol of yours...

clawing me up and smothering me good...

yess...

might end up engulfed by Dimitri first though, he's got....

quite a hold on my brain...

Happy Woman's Day!~

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[Absorption Vore | Rubber Suit]

Felt a strong need to be absorbed by Marilyn in a rubber suit.

nothing else to add.

#absorptionvore #vore #fat #selfship

As do I~