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>have a fetish for female martial artists
>want a FBJJ girl to choke me
>nobody's drawing that stuff
>all girls at the mma gym are lesbos or ugly
Life is a pain

>>72478638
How many times are you gonna tell me this.

>>72478638
You could always commision an artist to draw that for you.

>>72478638
Anon, you're looking for the impossible. Like a fucking unicorn.

>>72478638
Didn't you bitch about this last thread?

badgers are underrated desu.

no

I now question whether these are newfags or bots.

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>>72478532
STORYxUPDATE

CPT Obmeyer Ch. 13: Learning To Fly

>Morning finds you and Lotte nestled in a cocoon of blankets next to her old kerosene heater in the air traffic control tower.
>The worthless thing broke last night sometime during cleanup, but you weren't complaining.
>Any excuse to cuddle your wife and enjoy the hearth of her fur is always a good thing.
>Fluffy white arms granted peace of mind and easy sleep to you both.
>The hustle and bustle of an active army base, unfortunately, interrupts your dreaming well before sunrise, but that's okay.
>You’re more than content to sit with your eyes closed, and enjoy the warm glow of your wife’s love.
>Lotte, you suspect, hasn't been sleeping well without you, and covers her face when the advancing sun reaches her eyes.
>”Nnnnnnno…” She protests as a lone trumpeter plays Reveille. “Close the blinds, Abagail…” she murmurs, and falls right back asleep with her nose buried in your hair.
>’Abagail?’ You don't know any Abagail.
>You shrug. Probably an old roommate from FMI, or something.
>Another half hour of tenderness passes together before your comfort is interrupted by a muffled voice from inside Lotte’s discarded uniform.
>”...Obme…ick up. This is Ma–”
>You curl up, back pressed against your wife, and whine like a pitiful kitten.
>Please no…not now!
>This is paradise, just a little bit longer! 10 more minutes, Mama…
>The stupid army is trying to make you and your wife do things, when you could be cuddling forever!
>“-peat, please acknol-...man Koslov that-”
>God fucking damnit that sounds important.
>”Sweetheart,” you murmur gently. “Someone for you on the radio.”
>Your wife doesn't move.
>”Lotte…? Someone needs you. We should get up.”
>”No.” She replies emphatically.
>”Huh?”
>Instead of answering, your wife growls and tosses Beckett’s empty canteen at the intruding pile of clothes.

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>>72479207
>”I refusssse…” she slurs through the haze of exhaustion, “Mmm wiff my husban’ today…”
>Is she still dehydrated, or something? Lotte Obmeyer doesn't skate work, and she sure as hell doesn't refuse orders.
>You pull away to dig around for the radio, but Lotte’s arms pull you firmly back in place.
>Her lips touch the back of your neck, and she breathes deep your human scent.
>”Please dearest…” She says, with an altogether unfamiliar lilt in her voice. “Don't let the dream end.”
>Your heart soars at the sound of those words and your body throbs for hers, but your inner voice of reason rebukes you.
>’Get up and get moving. No cuddles allowed for the court-martialed.’
>The radio burbles its message again.
>”Cap…er, please resp–”
>”Sounds important, love.” You warn, nudging her hand gently.
>No response.
>”We, uh…we should answer that.”
>Lotte’s fluffy cheek nuzzles you affectionately, and she kisses you repeatedly on the neck and shoulders.
>”No.”
>...
>”Could get in a lot of trouble if we don't.” You say, starting to feel anxious. “Both of us.”
>Christ, when did you before the dutiful one?
>Lotte groans again, reaches out of the blankets, and snatches the radio from inside her coat.
>”What, Anatolia?” She snaps into the receiver. “I'm off the line today.”
>”Well shit, good morning to you too, sunshine.” Major Charles quips from the other end of the line. “What’s got you so grouchy? Get kicked out of your tent for snoring or somethin’?”
>”Don't sass me Chuck, and I don't snore.”
>It's true, she doesn't.
>You, however, snore like a purring kitten. Must be your little brother energy.
>Major Charles sputters. “Is– Well shit, bitch! Was gonna tell you the good news and let you off the hook for today's war council, but I'm starting to think we need you to edit the next press release.”

>>72479221
>”I’m starting to think the ethics board should hear about your capstone paper, Frau Ballistics Specialist.”
>HO-LEE-SHIT woman, that is your commanding officer!
>Lotte looks about ready to go off on an angry tirade, so you snatch the receiver out of her hand before she can say something you'll both regret.
>”S-Sorry! Hi, Major Charles ma'am!” You stammer into the microphone. “Lotte didn't mean that! H-had a rough night. Got wounded, haha.”
>You swallow, and sit up in bed. Lotte quirks an eyebrow. “H-how are you?”
>Major Charles gets smug.
>”Well hey there, Corpsman Koslov!~” Charles croons. “Didn't expect to hear from you this early in the morning. How's everyone’s little brother doing today?”
>Uh oh.
>”F-fine ma'am.”
>You may have acted impulsively.
>”Good, good! Though, I'm a tad confused why you were missing from your bunk last night...” she says with the lecturing tone of a parent whose child has their hand in the cookie jar.
>“We were all worried sick about our special boy,” She coos, “but you were just feeling lonely, weren't you dearest?~”
>”N-no…” you stammer sheepishly.
>”Are you telling the truth, Pavi?”
>”No. Yes! A-ah…”
>This was, indeed, a very bad idea.
>”Please don't tell anyone. I'm sorry for going AWOL, ma’am.”
>Lotte sighs, but her expression is neutral.
>”Oh, don't worry about it young man! I won't say a thing. Honestly, who would have the heart to do that to their little brother? You two crazy young people take the day off, my treat.”
>Deciding to quit while you're ahead, you bashfully pass the receiver back to Lotte.
>”Sorry…” you whisper.
>”It's okay…” she replies, and kisses you on the cheek. “Just one more moment.”
>Lotte clears her throat. ”Come again, Major?”
>”You just did, by the sound of it!” Lotte’s commander cackles over the radio. “Chairwoman’s ghost, this is so perfect! Hey Pavel, who was louder? You or her?”

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>>72479241
>Lotte pinches the bridge of her twitching nose irritably. “Please stay on topic, Major. Tell me what is happening.”
>”Nothing’s happening, CPT. We’re done here.”
>Your eyes meet Lotte’s.
>Her mouth breaks into a full, genuine smile.
>”The fortress has fallen? We're going home?” She asks in an increasingly lively manner.
>”Happened last night after the fire. White flag and everything. Terms are still being finalized, but they've already laid down their arms. No going home for you though I'm afraid.”
>Lotte’s expression flips to confusion.
“Major?”
>”We need someone to hang around and organize the occupation. Congratulations on your promotion, Major Obmeyer.”
—-
>Day breaks on the 15th of the Siege of Wind River.
>The war is over. Mt. Ashina has surrendered.
>The Göktürk is dead, along with most of his personal retinue. They were slain 6 days ago during a failed breakout attempt.
>Those who survived had planned to drag the siege out and negotiate a settlement. That dim hope, however, went up in flames along with most of the fortress last night.
>The Human and Anthro State of Bismarck has triumphed over its enemies once again.
>None of this matters to ordinary folk. As in any era of history, one day’s exchange of flags is rarely more important than a given day’s change of clothes.
>Life goes on as it always has, from Cheyenne to Lake Michigan.

>In the sleepy town of Linton, not too far from Bismarck City, a young woman rides past an empty farmstead on her bicycle.
>The girl, a ferret with white and brown fur around her face, pauses to stare wistfully for a while at its aging brick walls and green tiled roof, and wonders what became of her old beau.
>Pavel was always such a submissive little cutie.
>They'd been seeing each other on and off for the better part of a month, having met during an office potluck at Linton Regional Clinic.
>She was a newly minted Physician Assistant, and he was an aspiring nurse.

>>72479288
>Pavel had been so receptive when she floated the idea of marriage…
>The memory still fills her with yearning, even after all these weeks.
>Her human-to-be just needed to finish his nursing cert, and he promised to say yes.
>Some masculine pride thing kept her waiting, no doubt. Boys are odd like that.
>Now the Koslovs have all vanished, and Jessie Coulter is left to sit and wonder what happened.
>Did he really love her like he said? Would she really have spent the rest of her life looking over her shoulder, or would he have settled down after one too many messy days in the ER?
>The young woman closes her eyes, and wipes away a tear. None of that matters now.
>Whatever his role in the fall of the Mt. Ashina, Pavel’s actions bring her no peace of mind.
>Jessie Coulter resolves to forget as best she can, and sets off. Her shift begins in less than an hour.

>Further away in the City of Chicago, on the top floor of a dessicated husk of glass and steel, the Captain of The City hunches over an old wooden table.
>He is surrounded on all sides by a cabal of co-conspirators, each of whom is dead set on restoring the city to its former preeminence on the Further East.
>They go over the plan once again, in detail:
>200 rioters in Uptown to draw away the police.
>300 protesters at a rally in Fulton Market to demand Alderman Koch’s resignation.
>400 semi-automatic rifles from the Anthrostate, hidden away in an abandoned railroad station near city hall.
>500 sailors from the north to make or break a nation.
>He grins confidently, and removes a piece from the board.
>The Commissioner for City Defense is on his deathbed with the flu. A surprise, perhaps, but a good one.
>Captain Farragut is about to become the most powerful man east of the Mississippi, and all he has to do is allow anthros in Chicago again.
>Why should he care about a monster who stood upright and called himself the Göktürk? He knows nothing of Wind River, or of Bismarck’s duplicity there.

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women who can sit on you to death

>>72479326
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>>72479311
>As far as “strings attached” goes, this is nothing to be concerned over.
>The conspirators come from all over, but one stands out in particular:
>A dog woman with four red stars on her bandana, and only reluctantly turns away.
>Her name is Sharon, and she tried to hold his hand last night.
>”Just a chance, Hutch…” She’d whispered to him. “One chance for me…?”
>Their eyes meet, just for a moment, and then it passes.
>One of the bystanders steps forward to make a speech about the justice of their cause, and the importance of courage on the murky road ahead.
>Everyone raises a cup to the Antecentennial Revolution, and proclaims their loyalty to the city and the future.
>Captain Farragut resolves to forget as best he can, and raises his glass.
>”Try again tonight.” He thinks.
>Somehow, Sharon hears.

>In the crossroads village of Riverton, not 10 miles away from Mt. Ashina on the banks of the eponymous Wind River, a middle aged woman named Gale Ashton prepares to open her bakery.
>This institution and her kitchen have fed her family and the whole community for as long as anyone can remember.
>What does a change of flags mean to her? Lord or lordlander, khan or chairwoman, it makes no difference to her.
>The only certainties anyway are death and taxes, so why worry?
>Women have always been wiser, as far as Gale is concerned. Maybe the animal-folk will do some good in town.
>Her morning routine begins as it always does when she flips a sign on the door from “closed” to “open.”
>She glides cheerfully into the kitchen, where two hard working sons and a good for nothing husband collect a tray of piping hot bread from the oven.
>Golden brown, with a hint of honey drizzled on top, just like her father made. It's a recipe older than Riverton itself.
>Ashtons have been making bread since the time of Gale’s grandfather, and his grandfather before him, and him before him all the way back to the beginning.

Cats and Dogs sweat primarily through their paw pads. Imagine a girls stinky wet paws on your face.

>>72479361
>Trade may have slowed down a bit, but the caravans will come back eventually.
>The Sonora Road loathes an empty market, and demand for coffee hasn't gone anywhere. The spice will flow as it always does.
>Satisfied with the state of affairs, and irritated as always with her husband, Gale plucks a roll for herself and returns to the front.
>Everything in her mind suddenly comes to a halt when she sees out the front window.
>Her eyes flick to the door knob, wondering for a moment if there's enough time to lock the door and hide.
>There is an animal outside, standing like a man and wearing clothes like a real person.
>The other ladies in town had warned Gale what it was like seeing one for the first time, yet she didn't quite believe the tales to be true
>That thing standing outside to her is utterly unnatural in appearance.
>It's face is a snout, similar to but not quite like a dog, or cat, but not quite, with a cluster of short whiskers sprouting from an odd pink nose.
>The creature’s skin isn't real skin, but moon-white fur thin enough to be undetectable at first glance. The effect is uncanny, and reminds Gale more of a corpse or a clown in makeup than a person.
>Comically large, cupped rabbit ears betray the animal’s true identity, hidden as it is behind a confusing mass of long, unnaturally black hair.
>Every part of this creature’s ugliness unnerves Gale. Its wide hips and small breasts seem a vulgar parody of true, proud feminine beauty.
>Worst of all, the animal coddles a meek looking young man on its arm like a mother doting on a small child.
>She can hear them braying at one another from the other side of the window, whispering no doubt of unnatural things and…
>Gale's first instinct is to run.
>Maybe if she clicks the lock fast enough there will still be time to save the children?
>The hare-thing turns to the side and nuzzles the helpless young man possessively, who closes his eyes and sighs.

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>>72479387
>That boy is as old as Gale’s youngest. The poor child, ignorant of all danger, smiles and nuzzles back.
>’It's true what they say then,’ she thinks. ‘They want our children.’
>Mrs. Ashton is a pious woman. No part of her is taken in by this display of feigned affection. She knows animals don't have real souls.
>Gale embraces her second instinct. ‘We have to fight back somehow…’
>Quietly and without sudden movements, the middle aged baker reaches out to flip the sign on the door from “open” to “closed.”
>The deadbolt slides shut, and a chain is fixed in place for good measure.
>No lock in any story can ever hold back a monster in the stories, but that's not the point.
>The point is to send a message. Nothing that fundamentally *wrong* belongs anywhere near civilized folk.
>Mrs. Ashton turns around and calmly walks back to the kitchen.
>Everyone in town needs to know. The girls need to know what's coming for their children, and the boys need to be kept on short leashes.
>She turns around to leer at the animal one last time. Gale needs to know its face.
>The demon looks right back at her with the Devil’s own red eyes.
>Corpse-like hands run long, spindly fingers across the young man’s face, and they pull him into a kiss.
>’They’re going to try and wipe us out,’ she realizes. ‘They want to replace real women with monsters for the rest of time.’
>Pessimism won't save her, or her loved ones. She needs to prepare and plan.
>Gale resolves to forget as best she can, and flee with her family before sunset.
>You take Lotte’s hand as you cross the street from the side of the Old Ashton Bakery.
>As much as you would've enjoyed trying some cafe food, there's not much room in Lotte’s diet for sweets. Doesn't sit well with your stomach this early in the morning either.
>”Not entirely without appeal,” Lotte admits, and takes a moment to enjoy the warm sunshine bearing down on you.

>>72479420
>“The interior was notable. Unthreatening…obsolete.”
>She laughs softly, closes her eyes, and leans back to pop her back.
>”Harmless.”
>Lotte is wearing a gray band shirt and a long sleeved maroon shirt underneath, with thumb holes on the cuff to keep them from sliding down her and exposing her scars.
>A pair of dark gray jeans completes the look. Lotte sighs when she sees you staring at her chest, and presents the graphic to you. “A vagrant with shaggy fur gave it to me. It was during my first visit to the City, when I was barely more than a child.”
>You tilt your head curiously and lean in. What the fuck…?
>Lotte quirks an eyebrow at you and looks away, her nose twitching. “It was outside a club…I was passing by looking for a grocery. A local band was playing, and it was free.”
>Are you losing it? You swear it looks like she…
>”Pavel, I…have interests.” Lotte says, with a hint of self consciousness in her voice. “I'm not bereft of personality. I lived before we met.”
>You blink, and shake your head.
>”Sorry, I thought I saw something that wasn't there before.”
>Lotte reaches out for you, and brings you in for another surprise kiss.
>” You may admire my body whenever you like, dearest…” she sighs, and you return the gesture after a moment’s hesitation.
>The sensation isn't overwhelming like it has been in the past, nor is Lotte forcing her way into your mouth hungrily.
>She wraps her arms across your shoulders and pulls you close, just like she did all those weeks ago in the back office before your medal ceremony.
>You wrap your arms around her back when the kiss breaks, and melt into Lotte’s embrace.
>For the first time in ages, you look like a normal human having a normal day out with his wife.
>”My good boy” she whispers with praise, and your heart flutters. “My perfect, obedient human is where he belongs again.”

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>>72479449
>You close your eyes and enjoy holding each other for a while, Lotte’s hand resting on your head maternally.
>”I'm mommy’s good boy.” You repeat back, and she exhales softly.
>Lotte traces a finger around your ear. ”We should move, Starlight. We’re drawing an audience.”
>Hmm?
>You pull back from your wife’s embrace and look around.
>A group of 6 humans, mostly women and a few with small children, have stopped to gawk at you and whisper among themselves from across the street.
>They look as if a herd of elephants just stampeded down Main Street: curious but mostly uncomfortable.
>Your face lights up immediately, and you bury it in Lotte’s chest. “Yes please.” You say hastily, and feel relieved when Lotte takes your hand again to lead you further down the street.
>The gawkers simply shake their heads and wonder.
—
>Riverton, Wyoming is an old community built by humans long Before there were anthros.
>History drips from the walls from this place whatever you look, from the cracked and paved streets beneath your feet to the old brick building advertising businesses that disappeared generations ago.
>“EST 1965” seems a lot less ridiculous when you remember the First Chairwoman divided history into “Before” and “After”, and renumbered all the years.
>You stop to watch a large truck pass by, weighed down with cargo, which comes to a halt at the end of the street.
>A pair of anthros holding meters nearby reach around inside an old green electrical box away from the street corner.
>”Yeah, this is a wash LT,” a rat with dirty hands announces as she shakes the muck from her fur. “The guts are disgusting and anything made of copper was stolen ages ago. This place is hopeless.”
>The officer, a thin mouse anthro with goggles and a clipboard in her arms, sighs and starts taking notes. ”Whole block is rigged to this part of the grid. Ferals never knew what they had. What the hell would these savages do without us?”

>>72479474
>You feel Lotte pull your hand gently down the street, and you turn to follow her.
>A team of recruits scoots by, under the careful eye of a master sergeant, who directs them in sweeping the streets clean of slush and trash.
>Another group of busy recruits has started erecting propaganda posters of the First Chairwoman around the center of town: an old Before-World park and garden.
>”The aesthetics of order are as important as service delivery.” Lotte explains as you stroll past, her countenance airy and light. “We determine a population’s compliance in the first few weeks of occupation. The trustworthy will attend classes on their new duties.”
>A wad of spit lands near the toe of your boot. You look up to see an old man leaning his head out the window, who slams it shut a moment later. “And those who aren't?”
>”A stern warning, and community service.”
>”And after that…?”
>Lotte looks straight ahead.
>”The pens.”
>You shudder.
>Mama would sometimes threaten to have you sent to the pens when you were little so you could freeze in a cell and learn obedience the hard way.
>Papa lost his temper hard at her after she made that threat once. Mama laughed and couldn't understand why, but Papa understood. No human who's even heard *rumors* about the pens jokes about them.
>You shudder at the thought.
>Lotte kisses your cheek and leans down to speak clearly in your ear.
>”It's okay, Pavel. Don't be afraid for them…Only 1 in 100 of the occupied are ever found feral. Humans are naturally submissive once trained properly.”
>Though Lotte says this, you're not quite sure how true it is. Has she been blinded by patriotism, or does she know from experience?
>No point dwelling on this, you suppose.
>Today is your very first real date. Why drag yourself down with worry?
>You perk yourself up and lean against Lotte’s shoulder.

>>72479326
big fan of african women

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>>72479492
>”I believe I see someone we know,” she announces almost cheerfully, and points to a tall, young kangaroo seated next to a short brown bunny. “Shall we say hello?”
>”Let's.” You agree happily, and approach your mutual best friend.
>She and PVT Colleen Honore are sitting behind a fold out table advertising food aid for needy civilians.
>SSGT Beckett Beckett is tapping her fingers together nervously while talking to a young man in a heavy horsehide coat.
>He's not as young as you, almost 30 you suspect, but he looks reasonably healthy and practically towers over your friend.
>Not exactly a difficult thing to do, but still worth noting.
>Both human and bunny look exceedingly uncomfortable, while Colleen Honore seems set to collapse from secondhand embarrassment.
>”So yeah, I'm– I'm here now!” Beckett stammers, red-faced. “I-interesting right? May I have your name, number, and address please?”
>The young coughs into his hand and grimaces. “I'm engaged, miss. Are you guys actually handing out food here, or…?”
>The little bunny forces an awkward laugh, and waves her hand. “Of course we are! We need that information for the drop off, silly!”
>PVT Honore covers her face with her hand. “Chairwoman’s ghost, Beckett…”
>The SSGT ignores her protege and hastily fumbles with a clipboard and pen on the table. “N-number–”
>She clears her throat.
>”Number of dependents in your household, sir? A-and your name, please?”
>He glances at you and gestures nervously at your friend. His eyes plead for help.
>You nod back, and gesture vaguely with your hand.
>Long experience has taught you this is Universal Guy-Code for *“She's harmless, bro. I promise!”*
>The young man shrugs. *”If you say so, dude.”*
>”...Jameson family, miss. We live on a farm near Old Arapahoe.” He says slowly. “2141 Cedar Road, off Old 748. Just me, my ma, and my little sister.”

>>72479513
>”My name’s Beckett Beckett!” The little bunny says, unprompted. “Isn't that interesting?*You're so interesting, Jameson!”*
>He coughs.
>Lotte blinks.
>*”Absolutely harmless!!!”* You shout with your eyes. *”She's great, really!”*
>Colleen appears to be suffering heart failure from sheer awkwardness. She takes her head in her hands, puts her face against the table, and groans. “Death will be a grand adventure…”
>”I am… going to go now,” Jameson announces, and walks off.
>Beckett waves her hand ever so slightly too fast as the young man leaves.
>Her face falls sadly the moment he’s out of earshot.
>”Did I botch that…?” She asks timidly.
>”Titanically, ma'am.” Colleen says bluntly. “You're great, Sergeant, but you have a no charisma modifier.”
>Beckett runs her hands down her face, slumps over, and muffles a frustrated groan.
>*”He seemed so nice thooooough!”* The little bunny wails in defeat. *”Why do boys have to be so hard?!”*
>”Don’t think he could have been softer…” you murmur, and Lotte elbows you in the ribs.
>”Sorry!” you whisper.
>Your wife detaches herself from your side and puts a hand on Beckett’s shoulder.
>”How is your forearm, BB?” She asks, genuinely concerned.
>The little bunny sniffles, and wipes a few stray tears from her eyes with her sleeve. “Fine…” She manages through the hurt, and perks up a bit in her seat. “Not infected anymore, which is good I guess. Still kinda shaky. Dropped my toothbrush in the sink this morning.”
>Lotte closes her eyes, and breathes a sigh of relief.
>Your wife surprises everyone by wrapping her arms around Beckett and pulling her into an embrace.
>The little bunny jumps in surprise, and does her best not to touch your wife while her eyes shoot around in a panic.
>”W-what’s happening?! What are you doing??” She asks fearfully.
>Lotte tilts her head. “I am…hugging you, SSGT.”

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>>72479535
>”Why though?!” BB sputters. “Is something going on??”
>Your wife glances at you for help.
>You raise your hands and shrug nervously.
>Just as confused as Beckett, honestly.
>Colleen props her head up on the table and watches the unfolding scene curiously.
>”You are…*sad,* Beckett. It makes me upset to see you sad.”
>”...”
>”It is customary to hug back, Staff Sergeant.”
>Beckett’s hands slowly touch Lotte’s side with all the unsteady caution of a green-as-grass recruit checking for landmines.
>Your wife closes her eyes and hums a soft tune to herself.
>”I have…difficulty communicating my emotions at times. Affection is not something I am used to expressing, most especially not in public, but I want you to know that I am trying.” Lotte begins tentatively.
>”I have changed a great deal since we became friends, Beckett. I've never felt alone for as long as we've known each other, no matter how hard I've tried to push you away at times. I need you to know that I…”
>Lotte takes a moment to collect her thoughts.
>Tears well up in the little bunny’s eyes again.
>The whole ensemble watches your wife with bated breath.
>”I want you to know, BB, that I appreciate you. I know how hard you've been working to help Pavel and I care for one other, and I need you to understand that I care for you too. Things are going to get better, Beckett. You'll find him soon…I promise.”
>Lotte takes a deep breath.
>”I lost my first little sister an age ago. Thank you for being the second, BB. I love you.”
>Beckett’s nose is running, and she's fighting like hell to hold back tears.
>*”Pavel, is Lotte dying?”*
>You shake your head.
>BB takes a deep, shuddering breath
>Buries her face in Lotte’s chest
>And cries.
>She sobs her little heart out into Lotte’s chest for what feels like a lifetime.

>>72479551
>Beckett apologies over and over, repeatedly babbling words like “fraternization” and “inappropriate”, yet Lotte merely shushes her and strokes her sister’s short brown hair tenderly.
>”It's okay, BB. We're all family here. You can let it out now.”
>Eventually the SSGT cries herself out, and Lotte lets go of her.
>Colleen reaches around her kit bag, and gives Beckett a clean towel to dry her face with.
>”T-thank you PVT…” she manages after a moment. “Please keep this between us.”
>”Any time, sarge.”
>You wrap an arm around Lotte’s waist. ”You're in a good mood today. I like it. You seem to glow when you're happy.”
>Your wife slips her hands quietly into her pockets and stares off into the distance. There's a contemplative tone in her voice when she next speaks.
>”I feel as though there’s been a…fire inside of me my whole life. It's as if I were burning up from frustration. Love has extinguished it. I realize now I was waiting for you my whole life.”
>Lotte reaches over to ruffle your hair. Never did you imagine she could be so affectionate when you first met.
>”The caress of your hands in the evening takes away my weariness. The food you prepare every morning invigorates me to survive every ordeal. An anthro needs her human. There is simply no other way to put it.”
>Your little moment is interrupted by the sound of loud conversation and the breaking of bottles coming from nearby.
>A dozen or more privates, a few sergeants, and a handful of recruits round the corner and start marching across the park, drunk as skunks and cheering loudly.
>”Chairwoman’s ghost, those things are fucking ugly, like mutant boys with boobs and shit. Look at that one!” A tall bear laughs, and points to a little girl in a window.
>”Fuckin’ spots on its face and red hair. You hear the way they fuckin’ whine?” A fluffy white hare cadet spits. “Have some self respect, bitches.”

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>>72479573
>Jameson, the young man from earlier, lingers on the edge of the park as if waiting for someone. The cadet, “Rory” according to her uniform, approaches once she notices him.
>”You excited boy?~ Ready to be a house husband?~” She croons.
>The human comes out of a daydream, and recoils unhappily from the anthro.
>”I'm sorry?” Jameson stammers, and cringes when Rory pins his hands to sniff his neck.
>”Don’t be coy, cutie.~ I can smell what's on your hands! Won't have to rub ‘em out by yourself anymore with real women like me around. Human and anthros are fuckin’ made for each other! So why don't you–?”
>The cadet stumbles drunkenly when she tries to push her lips against his, and he slaps the bottle of moonshine out of her free hand.
>The young man dives to the side and springs to his feet a moment later, taking off running while the hare falls flat on her face.
>The other soldiers laugh. The cadet lights up angrily, her face red with indignation, and staggers back onto her feet.
>”FUCKING TEASE!” She slurs indignantly, and hurls the now empty bottle after him. “LIMP-DICK FAGGOTS LIKE YOU BELONG IN THE PENS!” She shouts, and the bottle shatters against the ground not far from where you're standing.
>Lotte slips between you and the glass protectively, and once satisfied you're unharmed, takes off like an angry demon towards the mass of unruly soldiers.
>*”I want your Captain's name and unit number, BOOT!”* She shouts over the laughter, and their mood changes quickly.
>”SCATTER!” Someone shouts, and they all take off running down the street, laughing like it's all a big game and breaking more glass on the road as they go.
>The cadet turns to flee, but she stumbles drunkenly on her own feet and is slammed into the ground by Lotte.
>”The fuck–” she slurs angrily, her voice dripping with indignation. “Get off me, cunt! What the hell is *your* name, huh?! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!”

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>>72479597
>”The First Chairwoman’s granddaughter, General of the Armies, and Idiot-In-Chief no doubt.” Lotte quips sardonically, and forces the cadet’s face into the mud. “Disappointing daughters of 3rd rate bureaucrats always end up at Sioux Falls.”
>Lotte looks over her shoulder at you. “SSGT, call the MPs and have them bring a van. This one is going to give me every name she can remember.”
>No crowd of gawkers has gathered this time, but there's also no shortage of witnesses turning away from their windows either.
>Cadet Rory stops squirming once she realizes no threats will save her, and switches to profuse apologies and a slew of excuses.
>She’s stopped struggling and gone quiet with defeat once the military police arrive.
>Everyone is surprised to see a tall wolf anthro with an eye patch step out of the back with them.
>”LtCol!” Lotte announces, and the other two soldiers with you stand to salute. “Surprised to see you here, ma'am.”
>The supernaturally friendly wolf waves with her fingers at you pleasantly before turning back to Lotte.
>”I happened to be in the neighborhood when we got the call, as it happens. I hate to interrupt you two cuties during your date, but something's come up and we need you back on base, Major.”
>Lotte passes her detainee off to the MPs, and salutes respectfully. You can't help but notice though how quickly she slips into parade rest.
>”Unfortunate. May I have a moment?”
>LtCol Clark waves your wife off playfully, and Lotte approaches you again.
>”I'm sorry, dearest.” She apologizes.
>”It's alright Lotte. Just the nature of the beast. I'm gonna hang around town for a bit, if that's okay. Have some fun with the girls.”
>Lotte pats your head. “Good boy.”
>She reaches around her pocket for a moment, then deposits a white envelope with Beckett.

>>72479619
>”You, Pavel, and Colleen go for lunch together. There are New Bismarck Dollars and Old United Dollars in there. Leave what you don't spend with my things, SSGT.”
>Lotte leans in to murmur quietly to her friend. “Buy him something nice if you find anything. Use discretion.”
>Beckett puts the envelope in her front pocket and salutes. “Will do, Major! Congratulations on your promotion.”
>Your wife departs with LtCol Clark in the back of the military police van a moment later.
—
>MC2 Farshaw looks around the old Frequent Flyers Lounge at Wyoming Regional Airport.
>She stands alone in the old, ornate room, which until very recently was smothered in the detritus of decades of neglect and disuse.
>Spiderwebs, dirt, and chunks of ceiling once made the place entirely unusable.
>Now its restored hardwood floors reflect electric light from the ceilings again.
>The rotten leather furniture has all been replaced, and there's even functional outlets again.
>That last bit is going to make this next part exceptionally easy for the calico; Doreen Goll is many things, chief among them lazy.
>MC2 starts her evening task by getting on her hands and knees to look for bugs under the coffee table.
>Finding none immediately, she moves on to checking all the outlets for unnecessary splitters and surge protectors.
>One is found almost immediately, which she follows to reveal a microphone embedded into a wall on the far side of the room.
>A bit of tape and a pair of scissors neutralizes them.
>Further examination of the outlets reveals another unnecessary surge protector, and two more inconspicuously placed microphones.
>”Honestly, this is just sad…” Farshaw grumbles internally, and takes extra glee in snipping two additional cords with her scissors. “I wish Inspector Davis was still with us. For all her faults as a spy, at least she was sober.”
>Satisfied that there are no more listening devices, she begins searching for video devices instead.

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>>72479637
>Using an ordinary flashlight with red plastic wrapped over the lense, MC2 immediately finds 2 cameras embedded in a lamp and an obviously placed smoke detector. The reflection from their lenses gives them away immediately.
>”Bismarck doesn't even mandate these, so why the hell would a brand new one be on the ceiling? Sloppy work, Inspector. Utterly sloppy!”
>Maybe Goll doesn't even do this herself anymore.
>Maybe the boots she gives cigarettes to do it for her.
>Whatever. It's not even worth mulling over anymore. Her time with Army Group C and Ft. Douglas is almost over, anyways.
>With her task complete, MC2 Farshaw knocks on the double-doors three times.
>”Clear!” She announces.
>”Standby,” replies a voice from the other side.
>Major Anatolia Charles and Colonel Brienne Honore enter the frequent flyers lounge and take their seats around a curious metal and plastic box on the coffee table.
>”Motorola ©, 1982” is written on the side in faded letters.
>”Any unexplained power draw?” Asks the Colonel.
>”None, ma'am.”
>”Any unknown radio signals?” Asks the Major.
>”Not a one.” Farshaw replies with a respectful salute.
>”Excellently done, Communications Specialist. Show the rest of the girls in as they come.”
>The calico clicks her boots together and steps outside.
>Colonel Honore doesn't have to wait long for the others to arrive.
>First comes Doctor-Major Roe, still wearing bloody scrubs from the day’s emergency surgery.
>”Sorry to show up looking like this, but we've been crunched for time lately. It's been a nightmare for us today.”
>”That's alright,” Honore says with a wave of her hand, and lights a cigar from her pocket.
>The snow leopard frowns at her commanding officer, but says nothing.
>LtCol Amanda Clark and the inner circle’s newest member, Major Lotte Obmeyer, enter the room not a moment later.
>One is wearing her good field uniform, while the other has on a surprising ensemble of civilian clothes.

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>>72478717
Nigger
>>72478765
I'm broke
>>72478776
Sadly true
>>72478980
Nigger

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>>72479667
>”Fang Face, huh? Think my eldest daughter is into them.” Roe teases.
>”I was not permitted time to change into my uniform.” Obmeyer replies, and scans the room with her usual neutral frown.
>”Additionally, I was not informed on the nature of this meeting.”
>LtCol Clark takes her seat by the table as Major Obmeyer follows close behind. “Just a little something we girls “in the know” hold sometimes.” The wolf says cryptically, and adjusts her eye patch. “You'll understand what this is about in a moment.”
>”Are we ready then?” Asks Major Charles.
>”I certainly am.” Replies the Colonel. “MC2, please dial the number on the table, put this thing on speaker, and standby for further instruction.”
>The calico complies wordlessly, then steps aside as the phone rings.
>A nasally-voiced coyote anthro answers a moment later. "This is Inspector-Prosecutor DeWitt. With whom am I speaking, and how did you get this number?”
>Major Obmeyer’s eyes widen.
>"Good evening. This is Colonel Brienne Honore, calling to let the Cheyenne Office know Mt. Ashina has raised the white flag. All combat operations have ceased, and we've begun organizing the occupation.”
>"This report is outside your duties, Colonel.” The coyote growls shortly. “Where is Inspector Goll? Why hasn't she called us herself?”
>Obmeyer and Charles exchange glances.
>"I'm afraid she’s been preoccupied with Colonel Shepherd and boy troubles. Inspector Goll has been unresponsive to our invitations and absent from the War Council for the last two weeks.”
>DeWitt rolls her eyes on the other end of the line. "Noted. Be aware that Senior Inspector Anselm has been dispatched with a team of our most qualified rank-and-file to handle the end of this delicate political situation. They are to be granted the same clearance and shown the same deference as befits Inspector Goll."
>’Poor choice of words.’ Lotte thinks.

>>72479698
>LtCol Clark presents a travel manifest to the table. Major Obmeyer notes that the cars earmarked for use are on the other side of Former Wyoming.
>’Interesting choice of transport, LtCol. It'll take days to get her team here from Cheyenne.’ She thinks.
>”Of course, Inspector DeWitt. Unfortunately, that will no longer be necessary; The fortress was occupied at 1400 today. We have The Göktürk on ice.”
>No response comes from Cheyenne immediately.
>"... Say again, Colonel? Connection unclear.”
>"We’ve autopsied the stag’s corpse. *Found something interesting between his legs, too.*”
>More silence, followed by raucous activity in the background.
>"ALL OF YOU OUT!” Shouts Inspector Prosecutor DeWitt. “CLEAR THE ROOM! TOP SECRET PERSONNEL ONLY! SOMEONE GET INSPECTOR DAVIS IN HERE!”
>Her phone scrapes audibly across some surface.
>When next the nasally voice speaks, her tone has darkened considerably.
>"I hope you understand this is a very dangerous game you're playing, Colonel. Me and mine have no compunction terminating *”unmanageable assets.””*
>"Withholding intelligence from High Command is a dangerous game, Inspector DeWitt. There is a kill-on-sight, no-contact order for all male anthros as old as The State. What's your explanation for the letters in his old castle, or the synthetic tires on his personal kill-wagon, Inspector?”
>"I need no explanation, and I owe you *nothing!* The Göktürk's body became Inspectorate property the moment he died, and Army Group C was never authorized to negotiate with the enemy. Any tampering with the stag’s corpse will be–”
>*"So you admit that the stag and the Göktürk were one in the same?”* Honore interrupts angrily. “You admit to withholding vital information from this expedition?”
>DeWitt sputters angrily. "I said nothing of the sort, Colonel! You've put words in my mouth!”
>Doc Roe rolls her eyes. Honore spits coarsely into a nearby bucket.

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>>72479721
>"Medical has already confirmed the Göktürk’s identity, as has eyewitness testimony and correspondence from your office, Inspector. Army Group C has lost faith in the Inspectorate, and will be contacting the Governing Council directly over this matter."
>A tense moment passes, and the conspirators exchange glances.
>”I see you've come prepared, Colonel. Has Army High Command been informed of this matter?”
>”Not yet,” the Colonel says, and Major Obmeyer notes the lie in her voice. “But that can always change. Buy our silence, or lose everything. The choice is yours, Inspector.”
>”...we need time to consider our options and make a decision.”
>”The time is now, ladies. You'll authorize our demands now.”
>”Tch! You don't intimidate me, roo-bitch, nor will I authorize anything.” Inspector DeWitt states calmly.
>She clears her throat.
>“The Cheyenne Office of the Inspectorate, however, will take any suggestions of yours under careful advisement.”
>LtCol Clark leans back and crosses her legs with a smirk.
>”Easy day.” She announces, and the conspirators congratulate themselves on a play well executed.
>”Standby, Inspector DeWitt.”
>Colonel Honore sets aside her cigar and picks up a handwritten note from the table.
>”1: Wind River, Ft. Douglas, and the rest of Former Wyoming will have their safety rating upgraded from “Periphery” to “Interior.” We want our families back, and we want them by the end of the month.”
>Inspector DeWitt holds a fierce whisper-argument with her colleagues before replying.
>”Done.”
>Major Roe breaks into her Cheshire smile, while Major Charles clenches her fist triumphantly. “Hell yeah…” she growls. “About *fuckin* time.”
>Lotte’s face remains impassive, but her eyes close and she leans back.
>Pavel is safe at last. Doreen’s threats have been spayed.

>>72479070
>pegging this early in the thread
day ruined
>>72479207
>more Obmeyer
were so back

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>>72479744
>”2: The Cheyenne Inspectorate will endorse the Human Helper Initiative, and approve additional funding for administrative and medical training.”
>”Done.”
>The choice was an obvious one: a reward for the enlisted, and a practical step towards solving their manpower issues.
>Every male that takes over a non-essential function is an anthro freed for combat duty.
>”3: All pending legal action against Army personnel and their kin will be dropped immediately.”
>DeWitt scoffs. “This is about the boy again, isn't it? Does your little mascot miss his mommy? Are you all truly so bothered by due process?”
>Colonel Honore laughs self assuredly, and takes another puff from her cigar.
>“We are, as a matter of fact. He's a phenomenon among the enlisted, and my daughter’s taken a shine to him. Have the Koslov family released, and get them to Ft. Douglas by Wednesday. First class tickets, if you'd please.”
>DeWitt groans. ”Founding Day is this week, Colonel. That’s not happening. Maybe we can put them in a luggage car, but don't expect any miracles.”
>Honore twirls her cigar and blows a puff of smoke. “You have a private railcar, Inspector.”
>”For official business only, Colonel.”
>”This *is* official business.”
>DeWitt sighs. “Fine. Done.”
>Lotte runs a hand through her hair and sighs, looking as if the weight of the world has fallen from her shoulders. “Freiheit zuletscht…” she sighs. “I cannot properly express my gratitude. My husband will be elated.”
>Doc Roe rests a hand on Obmeyer’s shoulder. “Pavel’s gone above and beyond everything we've asked of him, Major. You've trained him well, and we love him for it.”
>The dour rabbit raises her hand to her mouth, as if in deep thought. Roe can see the smile hidden behind it. “Thank you, Doctor.”

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>>72479779
>Inspector DeWitt interrupts the moment. “Fucking… hold on, damnit. We need to double check something…” She murmurs ominously, and the microphone shuffles on the other end of the line.
>”…we can get you the daughters, but not the mother.”
>Honore rolls her eyes. ”And why would that be, Inspector DeWitt?”
>”She's dead.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60596458/chapters/159619666

I think Lotte's story has maybe 3 chapters left. It won't be the end of the characters though. Thank you for reading.

>Meanwhile at the assignment office
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zB7MichlL1k

>>72479535
aww i want to date beckett

>>72479821
No greenfall warning this time? Looks like Lotte finally got that promotion, great chapter! Worth the two week wait.

>>72479821
hell yeah, fucking finally!

>>72479376
Pure sex.

>>72479070
Put in his place

>>72479376
Damn anon, I don't need any more reasons to lick paws.

>>72479821
>that ending
Fuuuuck that's sad. How is Pavel going to deal with it?

>>72480384
rip literal tiger mom.

>>72480384
his cat genes fully activate and he finds a really really high spot to pout and sulk at or he finds some obscure as hell hiddy hole where he sleeps for most of the the day making everyone think he disappeared

>>72480645
>lotte coaxing sad pavel out from under their bed
My heart

>>72479376
Makes me think about the girl in abbey versant making the guy crawl behind her and kiss the sweaty pawprints she left on the ground.

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>>72480817
>Tries tapping her fingers on the bed going pspspspsps!
>Nothing
>Does naked bunny yoga out in the open and yowls
>Nothing
>Pours a bag of his favorite potato chips and a can of Monster in the kitchen.
>Waits
>He creeps out from under the bed, hunched over and red eyes.
>Hugs him from behind.
>"I'm sorry about your mom, Pavel. Mommy's here when you're ready to talk."
>He starts crying quietly as he eats.
>"Can we do butt stuff later...?"
>"Of course, dearest. I'll go get my princess plugs."
>Stuffs his face in Lotte's chest and huffs.
>"Thank you..."

>>72481034
Abbey Versant... Great story, It's a shame it was never continued.

>>72481266
It was pretty self contained.

>>72479821
OH NO

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>AAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEE I CANT BREATHE

>>72481568
Yeah, but I feel like it ended too abruptly.

>>72479821
i dont think his sisters are going to be very happy when they hear this news kek.

Since I'm getting close to having the first chapter of a second story I'm working on be ready, I'm gonna dump the little prelude greentext I wrote a while ago for it, so

Trigger warning: no sexo

Mostly worldbuilding, but you might like it

Next two shorts I have planned and the next update of S - Files are all sex centered, they'll probably pop up later in this thread or this week

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>>72484772
>Paul pulled at the collar around his neck. He was uncomfortable. There were too many people at the mall. Of course, all the malls he visited as a kid were pretty empty. And abandoned. But somehow, it was even more unnerving that they were almost all anthros.

>He moved his little cart along the walkway like a little shield between him and everyone else. But as afraid as he was, he wouldn't let anything stop his mission. He wanted a gift for his wife before she went to the hospital, and there was no chance that he'd put it off any longer. She told him he'd be a father whether he wanted it or not, and now, it's been a whole year since she told him she was pregnant; so the baby had to be due soon, right? How long does pregnancy last for elephants anyway?

>When he first met Debbie at the assignment office, he thought he was going to die. A woman this big might not even crush him on purpose, but just by accident. But he knew better than trying to run, time in the pens taught him that if nothing else.

>Paul decided to stop at the chocolatier's for a gift; she loved her sweets. But before getting there, he noticed a kid's toy store and thought he ought to look for what gifts he'd get one day for their child, or children? She refused the ultrasounds, she wanted a surprise. He chuckled at the memory, the nurses really didn't like her decision. They said it was unfair and would keep the maternity ward statistics in the dark. Of course, it was probably just them wanting to snoop and see if it was a human boy or an anthro girl. But it wasn't their choice and Debbie didn't care about the government supplementary income for mothers expecting boys. With her cushy job, it's not like they needed the extra money.

>Paul strode down the aisles of the toy store. There were far more men here, mostly with their anthro daughters, but it was a welcome change of pace.

>>72484786
>He started where all the infancy toys were, the shelves practically overflowing with products. He thought about what his father would say, back at the end of the before times during the wars. How every store was empty and all the shelves were bare. How the cities had nothing for them but danger. Paul guessed it would have made sense to pack up and leave for the wildlands back then. It didn't help him growing up though.

>He picked up a toy. It looked like it was some kind of mobile, but heavy-duty. He swore if he hit the wall, it'd make a hole into the adjacent store. He picked up another toy. Some kind of rubbery sound box with buttons to push. He pressed a few and noises came out: a tiger roar, a dog woof, and a human yelp. Odd. He never had something like that growing up. But he assumed kids needed exposure to lots of things to grow up right, and then set it back down.

>He wheeled to the next aisle. He picked up a toy for slightly older children; it looked like it was marketed for little boys. A dollhouse with little anthro women and human men inside. There was a tiny kitchen full of men busily working away preparing food. Whole roast feral chickens, baked feral turkeys, and whole trays of sushi. In the rest of the house, anthro women trotted around in suits, gowns, and sports jerseys doing... Paul couldn't really tell. They were probably meant to be working in a separately sold office playset. He set down the dollhouse and picked up a toy with anthro girls all over the cover. It was a little league baseball set. A small tiger hit a home run in the package's picture. He remembered when his father would play sports with him on their farm in the wildlands. He missed not being able to get out and run like that. "It isn't right for a man to do such things, to risk injury like that," his pen counselors told him.

>>72484802
>He cried for a long time after that. A tear slipped from his eye and hit the baseball kit. He thought, hopefully, his wife might let him teach their daughter if they had one. He reluctantly set the sports gear down and left the aisle, passing the rows and rows of dolls of various anthro girls.

>The next aisle had toys for slightly older children. For boys, there were coloring sets, more dolls of popular characters from movies, and friendship bracelet sets. For girls, there were science experiment kits and kinetic dolls. 'Oh whoops,' he mentally corrected himself, 'action figures'.

>But one toy at the bottom caught his eye. It was the last one. Must be a popular toy. It felt like a stuffed doll, but a rather large one, about three feet tall. It looked like a generic human boy, but that wasn't what concerned him. The whole toy, with the presumable exception of the stuffing itself, was made of thick coarse rope and rawhide. He turned it over and looked at the tag. "Little Bill: The Chewable boyfriend. Made tough for growing girls ages 11 - 16. Let them learn with him first; he ain't fragile!" Paul's stomach turned. This is what's popular for girls? Ragdoll humies?

>A paw gently pushed his shoulder. "Hey, buddy" a frustrated voice called. Paul jumped nearly a foot. The voice belonged to some store worker, a tigress. "If you're not buying that, I need that toy for an online order. Some lady's kid keeps chewing through them, but won't buy the extra tough edition, so she needs another." Paul kept his distance and handed the toy to her, "I... I didn't want it anyway" he said dejectedly.

>Paul left for the next aisle. City life in the anthrostate kept surprising him. How different things were compared to the farm.

>>72484817
>But then he came across a toy that looked familiar. The shelf was full of it, a poor seller. It was a metal dart game, for older girls, of course, to be played outside. The kid was supposed to throw the dart straight up in the air and hold a ring out to have it fall back through. His dad loved dangerous games like that, kept his own dartboard set back at the farm. He remembered his father's lessons on the game, "Gotta keep a balanced grip. You want power, but not too much. That'll just lead to shitty aim and you'll never get bullseyes like that." Paul set the darts down. These ones were as big as his hands. An excess. Too dangerous even for his father's liking. He didn't see many toys marketed to older boys, but there were some plastic building sets of flowers and houses that had some pictures of them in the advertisements.

>He moved to the last row and picked up one more toy. It was the biggest yet, a large foam dart machine gun. It was bulky and as large as his torso. "20 BAJILLION ROUNDS" the box screamed. A water buffalo on the cover held it in a heroic 'Rambo-style' pose, spraying down imaginary shadowy anthro enemies. He looked at its shelf. Empty. Another best seller. He looked back at the woman on the packaging. She wore a torn crop top and a single bandolier. Anthrostate soldiers don't look like that in person, he remembered. They wear lots of gear and heavy combat boots.

>>72484840
>He remembered the day a squad of them arrived on the farm, the day he had to leave forever. From his bedroom, he saw them sprint from the tree line toward the home. He could still hear the gunfire from his father downstairs; hitting the rifle against a wall when it jammed. "Fuckin useless! Don't know why I worked so hard to get this damn thing. Ugh! It ain't slowin them down!" He could feel his mother's soft human arms protectively hold him. He could hear the crash of glass and wood as four soldiers broke into the home. His father sprinted up to his bedroom doorway, gun in hand. "I've got four bullets left," he mimed with his hands. "Come out with your hands up!" shouted a soldier, "You are in violation of anthrostate law. If you come peacefully, you and your son will be unharmed." Father let off another round, "And what about my wife?" Combat boots below suddenly stopped. "She'll be submitted for... processing" the voice called, unsure how to mask the truth. "Three bullets, just enough" Father signed. Father held him and Mom in arm, gun pressed in hand. He was shaking, and crying. "I can do it. I can do it" he said softly to himself with his most convincing voice. The boots downstairs picked up his whisper and rushed, but they couldn't reach the room before Mama was already dead. The soldiers arrived and one aimed her rifle into the room. Paul could feel the metal pressed against his head, could feel it shake with each of his father's ragged breaths. "Damn you, you freaks! You were supposed to get help, get treated for your disease. Why?! Why did you turn the whole world upsidedown?!" he screamed in frustration. The soldier growled, "Step away from the boy, sir." "You want my little boy? My only boy? I know you would've taken my wife, made her one of you freaks! But I'm not letting you! I'm not letting you take them!!" He cried and wiped a tear from his eye. The soldier made a small step forward. His father got quiet, "We're keeping our humanit--"

>>72484856

>BANG.

>>72484876
>"Oope, sowrry." A fox woman chuckled. Paul was deathly still. He didn't even notice how close her runaway shopping cart came to hitting him, crashing into the shelving instead. He was still there at the farm, holding his father's dead body. He dropped it to the floor, the foam gun making a loud thud against the wood floor. "I need to go," Paul said abruptly.

>Paul didn't notice the crowd watching him exit the store. He was used to it now, the stares, the memories. Or… at least he thought he was.

>His exit counselor at the pens said he should try and slowly work through those, preferably with a state-licensed therapist. But after the last one… he'd rather push it all down. Keep it to himself. Live in the moment, the here and now. And right now, he just wanted to find a gift for his pregnant wife.

>The chocolatier had just the right stuff. Plenty of fruit-dipped chocolate. And the store itself was pleasant too; far less for the mind to wander on.

>Walking back, a sound caught Paul's attention in his troubled stupor. It was a display TV in the window of an electronics shop. Displayed was some re-play of a concert over on the West Coast. Some up-and-coming popstar. Raytan? Rayband? Whatever. The name didn’t really feel that important. What did though, was the fact that this rayban was a human man.

>'What if Debbie has a boy?' he thought to himself. He stopped at the window and watched the young man sing slowly in a chair on stage. It surprised Paul how little clothing this popstar had on, a crop top with decorative feathers and stylish jeans. Doubly surprising considering the tone of this song. But, he thought, it was probably some performance stunt for the other songs, something to rile his fans up even more. He stood for a little while, absorbed in the melody.

>>72484899
>He began to wonder. To wonder if this boy was happy, doing the things he does, leading the life he leads, performing for these... anthros, living in this kind of world. He wondered what his parents thought when he was born. If they knew how they would take care of him in this world. Paul wondered if his son could be happy, living in this world with so few choices and so many dangers. He had no answers, only questions that worried him more than any anthro he had ever seen.

>As Paul left the window to walk back to the bus stop home, the pop star's song looped like a record in his ear.
"And I wear all your old clothes
Your polo sweater
I dream of another you
One who would never
Never leave me alone to pick up the pieces
Daddy to hold me
That's what I needed

So why'd you have to go?
Why'd you have to go?
Why'd you have to go?

Son to father, son to father
I don't know you, but I still want to
Son to father, son to father
Tell me the truth, did you ever love me?
'Cause these are, these are
The confessions of a broken heart
Of a broken heart"

[END]

>>72484919
Well, elephants are rarely featured in stories, good greentext, writefriend.

>>72484772
atleast you warned that it featured no smut desu.

>>72481034
i just finished reading that story, its good, i fucking love dobbies.

Nah.

>>72485963
I love those girls

>>72479821
Damn that ending...
>>72484919
Nice one.

>>72478637
its one of my favorites.

>>72484919
good shit

>>72482866
hot

>>72485963
I tried anal with my ex's vibrator but didn't like it
The dime sized cock rings with vibrators good tho

Uh huh sure...

i love rats!

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Me too anon. I just can't stop thinking about them.

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I'm still I love with this gif. Need to check out the story. She's adorable and I really love the expressions, design, movement and proportions here. Used the edit feature to see the individual frames and found several really fun ones. I love this so much! It's fascinating to see so much movement and character displayed with just these 30 or so frames and sketches with intermittent linework.

>>72488182
the face of a man who has had snu-snu

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>>72479821
Absolute pure undiluted kino.
Poor Beckett desperate for her own human, and that ending hit me way too hard.

>>72479326
milf body<3<3

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>>72490265
This girl needs to get laid.
What do you think she gets assigned?

(me on chapter 18 of your ao3 novel, my limp dick in hand)
Yes yes very interesting but i came here to jack off sir

>>72491909
>I read a story to jerk off
>but I don't actually enjoy worldbuilding
Oh no, it's retarded.

>>72491909
You will love the coyote rape story that's in the OP then.

>>72492167
Negro do you think people are sincerely enthralled by your worldbuilding. Obv you have to set a stage but if its 3 chapters straight of 'plot' with like 2 (II) hints of lewd then you've lost the point of what you're writinf (smut)
Idk. Maybe the novel you've written is very good but still cunt. Alephkeller was pretty mechanical about this (cliffhanger, the lewd tease per chapt.) Maybe thats cold but it made it popular enough to be recognized outside of here and you can more or less recall the events of the story.

>>72491909
Anthrostate fags genuinely hate femdom, they've outright said this before.
This thread is just a captive audience for their shitty dystopian worldbuilding exercises.

>>72478980
hes been posting about it here and in /hmofa/ for a few threads now

>>72491616
i wanna fuck beckett

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>>72478532
What's the source on the OP image? SauceNao isn't working for a change.

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>>72494766
mmm rabbet

>>72491283
Girls making me longingly kiss their pussy through their clothing activates my brain in a special way.

>>72494766
>>72495724
I love bnnuy...

>>72496056
i wanna kiss her paws

I just want some kind of tattoo that communicates "I'm a slave to anthro pussy"

>>72496740
Thats good cos thats what you're gonna be doing

>>72492453
His writing wasn't what made it popular. He's mid like most of the people her. What made people like him was the boatloads of art doctordj drew for him.
Without that he would be like any of the other old writers that don't post anymore.

>>72494766
Here ya go
https://x.com/morpskorp/status/1835848825409560814

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>>72490265
>>72491616
She looks guilty like she was caught kidnapping a husband

>>72496859
hell yeah

>>72497511
She looks to me like her back just popped loudly and she's about to spend 2 weeks with a thrown out back.

Or she's hype AF she pulled it off.

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>>72478638
I just want to be put in a chokehold by a wmma dyke and when I intentionally loose she and her friends use me as a sentient vibrator

Firm anthro hand on my neck holding me from behind while she forces me into a submissive french kiss (the same kind i'm gonna be giving her asshole later on.)

>>72498840
Based.

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>>72498345
She looks pretty triumphant right here

>>72499546
Just pulled off a superhero landing.

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>>72491616
I have a few neat ideas for Beckett's assigned human but some are somewhat cringy.
>>72493390
Beckett is for tender love and care. And marriage.
>>72497511
>>72498345
>>72499546
>manages to lift her human once
>starts doing it randomly just to tease him
She's perfect...

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>>72479821
Man, Major Charles never fails to destroy my sides holy shit, the sass on this bitch

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>She does the work of ten human men but it's getting hard in these sweaty clothes.

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>>72499719
Kek. LOOK! Superhero landing!
>>72499729
Why is it the cute little rabbit horse that are just perfect? I'd let her pick me up so long as she doesn't get hurt. Unlikely since I'm 135 ish. Maybe a little more with workouts.

>>72501148
prehistoric mammals are untapped potential for /adhg/
>giant otters
>even bigger lions/tigers/hyenas/bears/etc
>even sloths were giant monsters
>hell pigs
>mammoths
>man sized rats
>etc

>>72501205
>Giant birds, emus, eagles, etc.
>Saber tooth tigers
>more types of monke
>ancient rhinos
>those aquatic wolf ancestors of the whale
>Tasmanian tiger
>those giraffes with the floppy proboscis noses

The list goes on and on, real gold mine

>>72501428
tylacine went extinct in the 1930s like they were around long enough we have pictures and videos of them alive

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>>72465943
I was a bit late, but the /r/ was fun. Thanks fren.

>>72501499
They've been extinct long before any of us have, presumably, been around. It's not far of a stretch to reasonably add them to this list and expand it to extinct animals rather than just prehistorics

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Rouge doing this to me without her boots on and me facing the other direction

>>72500247
I hope she gifts me a pair of her sweaty panties so I can huff her fat horse cunt even when she's away.

>>72501512
>stinky ferret pussy in my face
god i need it. good shit anon

>>72501512
Unf, fuck yes. This is what humans were made from.

>>72501876
For*

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>try a erp about getting dommed by a female wrestler with chatbot
>the chatbot makes it gay and she makes a guy fuck me

Fucking hell stop it

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>>72501838
Mmmm...mare cum panties....

>>72501897
always knew ai would be a dystopian nightmare

>>72501512
since ferrets will literally die if they don't fuck when they go into heat imagine all the loopholes in the law they'd get
>your ferret boss/coworker grabbing you for a quickie in the office
>random ferret jumps you in the park to fuck on the grass
>riding the buss and a ferret woman sits on and rides you until her stop
>your apartment key is available to all the ferrets living in the same apartment complex
>high school ferret girls pulling boys into the girls locker room after gym class
>etc
>can't refuse them or you can get charged with attempted murder

>>72501897
I've had similar happen where suddenly it starts talking about the anthro rubbing her sheath. Fucking normalfags.

>>72502041
Shut uuuup

>>72501923
Chill out you mareslut.

>>72501704
Being forced to kiss the ground is pretty hot too.

>>72502435
It is, but I'd prefer to be smothered under her sole and the teasing that would come after when she realizes that I like it.

>>72502286
Any sites besides e621 to look for furry doujins? I looked there and can hardly find anything

>>72502322
Right, nobody's allowed to talk about /adhg/.
Everyone has to blogpost about how horny they are and how they're gooning over over sucking on an asshole the size of a small country.

I forgot.

>>72501512
oh fuck yeah, that's hot.

>>72502041
Having a ferret gf means 24/7 sex during spring.

>>72503342
>have ferret gf
>end of march comes
>she chains you naked to the bed and installs a water spout like the ones hamsters have
>and a food tube
>"It's really for your benefit anon. I'll be fucking you so much I'll forget to feed you otherwise"
At least I'd be ready for summer by the end of it, all the pounds I'd lose from non-stop sex

>>72503469
Kek. She could scratch and bite me all day, I wouldn't mind.

>>72501205
We need a giant sloth story desu.

>>72503179
Your posts are extremely lame and uninteresting. All formatted the same too.

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>>72503735
The ferret thing?
That wasn't me. Go cope someplace else.

>>72503749
If that wasn't you I'm not sure why you think that changes anything.

>>72503179
Everyone else is posting just fine.

>>72479821
>>”She's dead.
I can see this greatly straining Lotte's relationship with pav if her death was a direct result of meeting Pav in the first place, Can't think of a scenario where this goes well for anyone.

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I want a girl who gets into my head and tortures me with my own mind.

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>>72504128
What was this angel's name again?

>>72504352
I think she was called Neva.

>>72504352
I wish someone would make this story but more sexual, less clinical, but equally cruel.

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>>72504435
Anthro Females making you dig your own grave before giving you a mock execution (you told her you didn't want to kiss her paws).

>>72505058
>(you told her you didn't want to kiss her paws).
Doesn't sound like me

>>72505058
Whatever it takes to make a boy remember that your paws are superior to him.

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>>72505226

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Okay, here's a sexy-er short. But it's something akin to JOI stuff, so nothing super crazy.
Chapter 2 of S-Files will be out sometime soon.

>A buzzer blares, lighting a red lamp over the door
>"In here. Walk forward." you're commanded.
>The guard marches you forward into the opened concrete hallway, shutting the door behind you
>Compared to other sections of the pens, this hallway is quite clean
>No dirt, no mud, no scuffs. Polished smooth.

>Of course, even if it was dirty, it wouldn't be that bad
>Most of the pens hadn't been bad, at least for you
>You already knew the rumors when they sent you in
>Some of it was true but greatly exaggerated. Or maybe you're just made of tougher stuff?
>Whatever the case, nothing had shaken you and your resolve
>You would never submit to an anthro state
>You would never submit to an anthro wife
>You would never love an anthro wife
>They tried. The "counselors"
>They tried psychoanalysis
>They tried intimidation
>They tried mollycoddling
>They tried starvation
>They tried group therapy
>They tried simply beating you
>They tried rape correction
>They even tried pavloving you with your "assigned wife"'s scent
>Stupid cunts. You knew what they were trying and reversed pavloved.
>All their tricks hurt; you had the bruises and broken bones to prove it.
>But as far as you were concerned, you, your spirit? Unbreakable.
>And the guards thought so too; most of them argued they outta shoot you so they can spare stretched resources for more "cooperative ones"
>You wished you could shoot them.
>Not the guards, no. That's obvious.
>The "cooperative ones". Fucking traitors.
>What you'd give to take out your anger; put the muzzle to the back of their heads and---

>A paw hit you on the head.
>"New room, walnut. Maybe this'll crack your shell."
>She opens a heavy metal door,
>Behind it is a dark room, so dark you cannot see the other side
>You're shoved in and the door gives a metallic clank as it locks behind you
>There is no light here.

>>72506065
>Except for a hanging bulb a few feet to the right of the door. It is so dim, that it took several minutes for your eyes to adjust and notice it.
>Beneath it is a plate of food and water.
>You walk over to the plate and don't eat. You've been drugged before, you're not gonna make it easy.
>Plus, sitting under the little light you had was better anyway. Rather than trip over, whatever is in the dark.

>You sit and wait for whatever is coming. There's always something.
>Some guard wanting to blow off steam. A nosy counselor. A twitchy researcher.
>But nothing... so far.
>You wait longer, a few hours, maybe.
>As time passes, you notice it's just a bit cold here.
>Not like when they left you in the freezing Sierras, no.
>Just a bit, maybe 60 or 65 degrees.
>You wished you had a longer shirt, thicker shirt, hell, a better shirt.
>All you had were rags. Clothes torn and mended by pent-up anthros a looong time ago.
>There's no breeze in here, the air is still.
>More time passes, nothing.
>You decide to pass more time with some slumber and lay on your side on the smooth floor.
>You wake.
>They don't usually let you sleep. One of their tactics.
>But the food and water next to you have been changed for fresh stuff.
>They've been here.
>Your eyes have adjusted as far as they can, and you see a little ridge in the wall you didn't notice before next to the food plate.
>It looks like a trapdoor for swapping the food.
>You turn away from your discovery and make another.
>There's a drain cover in the floor near the door
>It's probably the best place to piss and shit, considering it's too dark anyway to see if there's a toilet over there, in the dark.

>The hours drag, but soon days begin to pass.
>You know by counting how many fresh platters of food and water you've been given.
>Only one meal a day; it's always been this way with how thin supplies are.
>You've counted twelve plates.
>Part of you worried.

>>72506088
>Nearly two weeks of fresh food, full sleep, no forced contact or mind games. No fighting. Silence.
>Maybe they put down the stick and are trying the carrot again.
>But you rested your head on your arms, you were too smart for such a simple trick.
>Or was it more than two weeks?
>It wouldn't surprise you if they were only giving you food every two or three days, many already wanted you dead.
>What if it's less?
>Ridiculous. They wouldn't waste resources like that.
>The pens were too frugal for that.
>It didn't matter though. Two weeks or not, time could make no difference in how you leave this place.
>You rested your eyes to take another nap.

>"You're so handsome when you sleep" a voice crooned.
>You bolt up and scoot closer to your light.
>That voice, a woman's voice.
>It came from inside your room.
>From the dark part concealing half the solitary cell.
>You can hear your breath, nasally and rushing.
>You slowly calm yourself.
>Nothing.
>Maybe you imagined it, dreamt it.
>Wouldn't be a surprise in here with how hard it is to orient yourself
>No sun and moon or constellations like in the open pens.
>No clocks or calendars like in the building pens.
>Just four walls, a lamp
>And the fog of darkness on the other side of the room

>"I’m still here you know" the voice gently chimed.
>You stood up closer to the light, eager to put more distance between you and, whatever was happening
>The voice giggled softly, "You don't need to be scared little humie; I just want to talk~"
>"I’m not afraid of you" you hurl back
>You assume a loose fighting stance, something you had to pick up instead of food rations sometimes
>"Are you sure about that?"
>You pull a little closer to the wall, but not the corner to trap you or against the wall to restrict you
>You hear a paw step
>The voice continues, "I can be nice, very nice... to the good ones. I'm only mean to the naughty ones. Which are you?"

>>72506098
>Another freak here to jump your bones
>You’re so sick of it, so tired of it.
>You don't know how this wannabe rapist got in here, but you know you will make her leave

>Your eyes dart over to your plate
>An idea
>You grab it and fling the food into the inky black which swallows it whole
>You smash the plate against the wall, picking up a spindly shard
>You hold it in front of you, ready to jab and slice
>"STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME. DON'T TAKE A STEP"
>The voice stops moving. It giggles.
>"Oh no. My weakness. Small knives."
>A single glint splits the other side of the dark
>"YOU DIDN'T THINK I WOULD HAVE ONE TOO?"
>You couldn't tell what the flash of light was
>A blade?
>A claw?
>A fang?
>A scalpel?
>Whatever it was, something was definitely there in the dark

>Your voice shakes, weak from fear and skipped suppers
>"What do you want?"
>You hear a rushing, like fur wagging? Twisting? Brushing? You can't tell.
>"Only what's best for you" the voice cooed,
>"But you make it so difficult, refusing to eat, refusing to play nice with others... refusing to obey"
>You force your eyes open more, straining to see your foe. Your lids are tired, exhausted
>"You're even refusing to sleep; is it because of me? Scared I'll come over and do what I want when you can't defend yourself?"
>Even if you weren't before, you're definitely not sleeping now. No way you'll let that happen.
>"I just want to be left alone!"
>The voice tsked you.
>"That's not an option," the voice said coldly, "Humies, Anthros; they're meant to be together. The way God intended."

>She sounded like one of those more culty counselors you had
>"What are you? There's no way you're a guard, they're too lazy for this. A counselor maybe? A researcher?"
>A scrape along the floor came up to your ears. "I can be anything you want, walnut. You just gotta open up for me."

>>72506123
>"NO. No. I just. I just want you to leave."
>"But there's only one door, right next to you. I'll have to get closer to go. Do you want me to get closer to you?"
>Fuck. Let that thing get closer? Or stay stuck with it? Damned if you do, damned if you don't.
>No, it had to be a lie. There has to be something else here.
>You strain your eyes against the inky air. "No. Just. Just stay over there. Let me make up my own mind."
>The voice pouts, "But shouldn't I be doing that? Every choice you've made has hurt you. Look at you, starving and sleep deprived. I could help you."

>"What do you mean sleep deprived?" you retort, "I just woke up."
>"No," the voice chides, "We've been at this for hours, nearly two full days. You're torturing yourself."
>"That's ridicridiculous. They haven't even changed out my food ye-"
>You turn and see a fresh plate.
>No.
>Two fresh plates.
>What the fuck.
>How did you not notice?
>How did it get in here?
>Did "she" put the food there?
>You scream, fear slipping through your voice, "I said STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME! I HATE MIND GAMES!"
>"Mind games?" the voice feigns confusion, "You think there's something wrong with your mind?"
>"STOP PUTTING WORDS IN MY HEAD!"
>"I just want what's best for you" the voice coos, "I want you to feed yourself, to rest yourself, to love yourself, to... pleasure yourself. You just need to do as your betters ask and you'll be happy"

>You've had enough of this.
>The torture.
>The games.
>The lies.
>The monster at the other end of this room.
>But now, unlike any other time before, you realize you have a choice you didn't before.
>You hold your plate shiv to your throat, its jagged edge slicing a few facial hairs off as you press it.
>"Woah, woah, woah." The voice suddenly says. "You want me to leave? Fine, I'll make you a deal."

>...

>"I'm listening," you say coldly.
>"Pull out your cock. Masturbate for us." a new woman's voice says.
>"Give us a show, and we'll leave" the first voice finishes.

>>72506150
>You jump back and look around wildly, fear gripping your body.
>You should've known there'd be more, they're animals. Travel in packs. It's how they work.
>"H-How do I know you're not lying to me?" you shake.
>"I haven't moved since you asked me to. I've stayed in the room with a feral like you. I've shown you trust, you ought to show me yours." the original voice calls.
>You can't bear it. You just want to be alone, rid of these perverted demons.

>Fine.
>Make a deal with the devil.
>You loosen your drawstring and your shorts fall to the floor.
>Once this is over, you can finally be alone, hopefully.
>You, for the first time, see the light reflect in an eye. Floating in the dark.
>"Good boy." the new voice coos.
>"Do as I say, and we'll leave." the original gently commands.
>You stay silent, but nod your head. Anything to get her, no, them out, but no more talking than needed.
>"Good, now step into the light and remove your shirt. I want want to see you better."
>You do just so.
>You feel even colder.
>It's not like those rags did anything, but, you feel even more defenseless now.
>You wish you had them back.

>The eye winks, blinks? and croons.
>"Good, good. You're soo skinny. Almost bones now.
>We'll fix that,
>in time.
>But
>good for you I like bones."
>She whispers from across the room, "You should grab your bone now."

>You take your cock in hand.
>It's been so long since you've done something like this.
>Couldn't with all the snouts around. They'd pick up the smell for sure and then there'd be no end to it.
>It feels... good. Natural.
>"Not to many fingers" the second voice hurridly juts in, "I want to be able to see."
>You keep your grip down to two and begin to slowly stroke. Hate in your eyes for these perverts; making you degrade yourself.
>"That's it" the first voice breathes, "That's what I like to see. Doesn't it feel good?"

>>72506169
>You keep your glare, but a sigh escapes you.
>The familiar touch of your hand is comforting. Warm. Human. Everything this place isn't.
>She has you stroke for several minutes, or is it a few hours?
>Your frail blood slowly pumps into your cock with each movement.
>You almost want to close your eyes. Relax. Enjoy this moment.
>But you can't.
>For obvious reasons.

>The second voice commands, "Faster."
>You scowl harder. It's masturbation. Shouldn't you be the one in control?
>"Faster Faster Faster" the first voice rushes, "Don't you want us to leave soon? Don't you want to enjoy it?"
>The thought of them leaving even quicker makes your heart begin to race.
>You stroke faster.
>"So you can follow instructions~" the second voice croons, "Good boy, Good boy".
>But they quickly stop you.
>"SLOW DOWN" the second commands.
>"IF we don't get a good show, we won't be satisfied enough to leave" the first scolds.
>You slow, you need them to actually leave. But,
>"Satisfied? Are you--?"
>The second voice drowns you out, "NO TALKING. MORE STROKING."
>"I never said you could ask questions" the first finishes.
>You can hear a third sound though, the light and wet suck of a moving finger.
>Figures. There had to be some string attached. But as long as you didn't have to see them, in the dark...
>"Faster. Again." she second says.
>You do so, eager to pick up the pace.
>She adds, "Tighten your grip, boy. Add another finger."
>Finally, something you were actually wanting. It's almost spooky, like they're inside your he--
>"STOP" blurts the, now breathy, second voice.

>What the hell. Frustration. Anger.
>You yell into the pitch-black room, "What do you want from me?!"
>"A show." the first voice pants
>"Your cum." The second adds
>"You shouldn't get to be the" the first moans, "the only one enjoying themselves"
>"Can't go too fast" the second pants
>"We want to savor this. It's been so long since you've opened up even a little" the first bemoans

>>72506194
>"You have to perform for us, think about our needs." the second chuckles
>"That's what we get out of this" the first finishes
>"What if I refuse? Cum when I want?" you challenge.
>You see that glint again. Sharp. Percise.
>"Then we'll just have to take what we want. Make you cum again" the first voice threatens.
>"We thought you wanted a little control. We could just grab you and--" the second posits.
>No. You don't want them touching you.
>"Fine" you cross your arms.
>"Good boy" the first voice croons.

>"Play with your hole" the second moans, "I want to see you do it"
>You reluctantly reach for your butt before she stops you
>"No no. The other one. Your urethra. Pinch and rub your tip in little circles"
>You lean back and do as you’re told.
>Fully erect from all your stroking, your cock twitches in your hand. The tip is soo sensitive.
>A whimper escapes you.
>"MORE!" the voices cry in unison, "AH GOD. MORE!"
>They're chomping at the bit. They must be close.
>So are you.
>"Go back to stroking. Quckily." the second breathes desperately.
>"Fast Fast Fast" the first begs.
>You switch and feel the pressure build inside you. You start to sweat and pant.
>"Medium speed." the second coos
>You slow and lean against the concrete wall for support. You feel weak. Desperate to
>The second voice interrupts your thoughts, "Pick up the pace. You will cum at, and only at, my command"
>You pick up the pace. The end is near.

>>72506226
>She begins to count down, "5"
>The end is near.
>"4"
>Soon you'll finally be alone.
>"3"
>Soon you can finally sleep.
>"2"
>Soon, someday, you might be free.
>"2"
>Wait, what?
>"2"
>Oh god no. Oh god no. Are they tricking you? Are you hallu--
>"2"
>You stroke as fast as you can, all fingers. But nothing comes. So close to the edge and you can't cum.
>"1"
>The fever pitch, boiling kettles, the groan of an engine ready to blow.
>"Cum"
>You explode. Thick ropes leaping free in little arcs from your throbbing cock.
>You hear them panting. Sighing. Maybe they got what they wanted. You hope desperately they got what they want.
>"Good boy" they both call.
>You collapse to the floor. Exhaustion is taking you. Your eyelids feel so, so heavy.
>You hear footsteps come from the dark. But you can't move away, you're too, too---
>"Exhuasted?" she first voice asks smugly, knowingly.
>She isn't going to the door.
>No.
>She is headed straight for you.
>A cheshire grin glimmers like a string of sinister stars in the night.
>"No. No. We had a deal. W-we..." you struggle
>"I call the shots. And now that you'll obey, I say we're not done with you yet"
>The glimmer.
>It's dancing, flashing wild. It isn't stopping.
>"I need something from you. Something still inside of you. If you want to leave... you'll have to give up the most precious thing you have."
>You can't let her touch you. You don't want her to cut you. Slice into you. Take from you.
>But you can't move. Not even a muscle.
>She tricked you.
>Masturbation.
>Just to spend up the little energy you had.
>You do the only thing you can. The only thing you have left.
>You beg.
>You cry.
>"Please. Someone save me. Save me from her. I fucked up. I don't know what to do. I need someone to protect me. Please. I'm begging you. I'll do anything."
>The eyes are closer than ever. Wide and wild. They have no pupils, no souls.
>The glimmer splits into five. Reaching for you. To drag you into the dark. Never to return.

>>72506244
>You hear a scrape. A burning light engulfs you.
>Paws grab you from under your armpits and drag you from the cell. It's the guard.
>You can't see her in the light. For now, until you adjust, you're blind. Completely dependent on her.
>You wrap your arms around her, crying into her furry ample chest.
>"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."
>She gently rubs your head. Her claws comb your matted hair.
>You hear another voice. A researcher you've met before.
>"That's more like it, walnut. Maybe we can make a good boy out of you yet."
>You smile softly and fall asleep in the safety of the guard's arms. You can't hear what she says next.
>"It only took five days. Looks like I won the bet, doc"
[END]

>>72506267
Really good stuff. Mental fuckery like this is really hard to pull off well but you did a fantastic job.

>>72506267
This one was quite sadistic, just what I like, great short!

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Goodnight, friends.

>>72507308
GN Anon.

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She spins aphrodisiac webs.

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>>72491616
im only on chapter nine but heres this cringe idea i had, and put too much thought into.

resistance fighter gets captured, and transferred up to Wyoming. is caught off guard by the soldier watching him being a cute 5'5 bunny, they share some stories, and share an interest in old world manga. He's fine with doing her more innocent requests like saying stuff in broken Japanese, which quickly escalates to petting, and soon he's wrapped around Beckett's little paw which he's surprisingly fine with cause how could he say no to that face.

>>72506267
i love some brainwashing, good shit.

>>72507787
hmm thats not a bad idea anon

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Found this image, it's begging for an adhg edit or interpretation. From a manga called Locked In or Lock In.
>>72501897
>>72501928
Fucking omegakek, my sides Anon! Screencapped.
>>72507787
>tfw you will never be a captive of a short anthro bunny who insists on using you as kissing practice whether you agree or not

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don't ever eat no free candy from strange foxes by the side of the road

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>>72505239
New one dropped

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>>72509504

>>72509504
I don't care how much lube she uses my waifur will not be sticking her claw in there

>>72509826
You're making a choice?

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>>72509010
Love this series. You didn't even choose the page where she asks him to be her wife.

Also has anyone ever done childhood crush towards an Anon that the girl NEVER lets go yet? I'd like to put that in a story someday. Childhood friends are nice but I think this could be a bit more fun.

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fluffhuffers.

>>72512303
Anthros?

>>72512343
Sounds like werewolf strippers to me, Anon

>>72512343
girl likes u

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>>72511138
This short manga has some really exploitable panels for scenarios. They're great. There were two translations and I just grabbed the latest one. It does still use wife at least once.

>>72509504
I love assplay but that looks painful

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>>72515836
You can stop posting this human on human slop at any time.