Dalbyspook 🔞

a monochromatic sketch illustrating an intimate tryst between mod and her hairy companion. they're thrusting steadily, while one hand pins her down. their fingers are spread out, with noticeably sharp fingernails jutting at the tips. their other hand rests tenderly across her ass as she rocks with the weight of every push. the mysterious figure is large, burly, and strong. a wide chest and thick legs. their skin is decorated with enticing layers of hair, most concentrated on their lower belly. both are slick with sweat, and mod shows a soft smile awash in bliss as she watches their hips meet in a lover's tempo.

something's different. mod's face mutates into startled confusion, as hair bursts from every pore on her partner's body. thick puffs of it sprout from their chest, and their nails sharpen to deadly points. their pelvis nuzzles against her ass, and one can gather the transformation doesn't just stop at the groin. the beginnings of a tail wriggles from the base of their spine, curling parallel to mod's toes.

the change is nearly complete. mod's eyes are spread wide open, overwhelmed as her insides stretch to accommodate this new development. her belly is bulging, and her formerly human friend now wears a new coat of fur. their hands are large, gnarling into beastly paws that hook and dig into her pliant flesh. their tail wags behind them, reassuring the viewer that while their transformation might be alarming, it poses no threat. even if mod might be walking funny tomorrow.

slowly, very slowly, they begin to pull out. mod trembles and shakes, her eyes rolling back at the effort required to dislodge. her friend feels a similar sort of exertion, as their claws bend and dig, grounding themselves in her person after such a demanding experience.

it's a full moon...........

our story opens in the research lab—a hub for studying the everchanging zombie virus, and carrying out the meticulous research required to counteract all its myths and mysteries. mod is under-dressed, clad in only a crispy, white bodysuit, goggles, and a standard face mask. her coworker is wearing a full, industrial-grade hazmat suit. they're hard at work (or hardly working), and it seem mod has a case of the hiccups. ordinarily, it would be a mundane affliction. but in the midst of an all-out zombie apocalypse, it was a symptom. her coworker eyes her steadily, his mind already bracing the grief that comes after. he questions her. pointing out her suspicious ailment. she pauses, for just a moment, and then seems to unravel. she swipes a hand across her jaw, her blushing face visible even through layers of medical protection. her mouth is concealed, but you don't need x-ray machinery to tell it's a massive, shit-eating grin hiding just beneath. without guilt, she lies. "HYUP!" "...you all good over there, agent? been hiccuping an awful lot." "oh yeah. i ate a bit too fast during lunch. those military rations really do a number on your throat, don't they?"

through the power of flashback, the truth is revealed. a conspiratorial meeting over lunch between her and georgie. she has him backed up against a brick wall, sequestered away in some semi-private cranny of the base. she's knelt at his feet, one hand gripped around his cock while he flails uselessly above her. he has no idea what to do with his hands without computer screens and militarized gadgets to keep him productive. she's teasing him. stringing him along off pretty words and hungry lips. mod taunts him cruelly, with no intention of providing relief. and the poor boy can't take it. he grabs her head and sinks himself down her throat, much to her zealous surprise. was this her ploy all along? to dangle that carrot on a stick just long enough for the rabbit to grow teeth? who can say. he rapidly humps against her face with wild abandon. it's futile to try and stop himself. it feels too good, and she's clearly eager to endure his enthusiasm. georgie isn't being quiet. any bystanders are probably getting an earful of whimpering man-slut. but they're probably used to it by now. no point in intervening, lest they incur the wrath of commander mod. "c-c-commander... please... q-quit teasing me! i-i-i-i—i'm g-gonna go crazy!!!" "don't cry, baby boy. didn't they teach you an ounce of discipline in basic training? just be quiet." "i'll suck you when i fuckin' feel like it, alri—" "HOOMPH!!!" "i'm sorry! i'm s-s-sorry! i c-c-can't do this, i can't!!! i—ah! ah!!!" "nnngh! ngh—ah!! ohhhh my GOD."

based on a comment i got on the other post, i just had to draw it.

I JUST GOT INTO MY DREAM SCHOOL HOLY FUCK I GUESS I JUST HAD TO COMPLAIN ABOUT IT!!!!!!!!

I’m expecting to hear back from vet school literally any day now and it’s eating me ALIVE. My interview was over a month ago just TELL MEEEEE

Clumsy and a highly educated veterinary professional.. okay fair…

His ass is so drawable

Perfectly sfw art but whatever. Caine be upon ye

Anyway I’m repping the husband. Fuck ya life
(I got a better picture so if you saw the old one now you get a new one where you can see bubble too)

All the thirsty art I have seen of Caine makes me think “yall don’t love him for who he really is” which is a HILARIOUS thing to think.. about.. A set of computer teeth …

A witch wearing ribbon stockings is teased by pink tentacle she summoned from a pot. She sits on top of a graphic envelope backdrop with an autumn leaf / skull and heart motif.

💌The mail came, it's for you 🩷🧡❤️
Consentacle witchcraft is kind of a staple of my creative diet now, I hope that's okay with y'all : )

a cartoon character with a zipper around his neck ALT: a cartoon character with a zipper around his neck

I miss the pokemon streams!! So fun

CUTE CUTE CUTE!!!!!

Happy birthday!!!!!! I hope it’s great!

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cadogan hung up by his ankles as little madog, squeezed between his legs, humps at him. in the background an ogre watches, touching himself

Madog will take any opportunity he can get, but he's not the only one...

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To be fair, you’re not the only one 😵‍💫

we've got snacks in the conference room 💗👉

Hehe you’re so welcome! Thanks for the hours of entertainment, I love hanging out in your chat!

@artonyoursleeve.bsky.social silly doodle for stream time! :P

This is fully sfw but I doodled some ponies (no ref don’t come for me)

Congratulations!!! That’s awesome!!

Overgrown nails are a welfare concern, I’m not using resources we pay for, I don’t get paid more if I remember to charge for it… if your pet is chill enough for me to do it with minimal hassle, I’m just a forgetful bastard!