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First a vote for gentle paws

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>Anthros who evolved through hundreds of generations to stalk, hunt, eat, rape and abuse men being told by the gentle paws party that they're actually "uwu glomps your penis" type predators.

>>85499479
You had me until eat

>>85499517
Wdyt was happening 10000 years ago before anthro civilization?

>>85499557
Why eat rape meat? It's for raping not eating!

>>85499479
>Eat your meat and rape it too!
They better be purging humies back out in a high school toilet then.

>>85499617
erm... what?

>>85499617
>get purged and then back to being raped before class
>such is the cycle

>>85499644
>"I'm such a gross unlovable femcel chud!"
>The shy, innocent 8'10 wolfess says in the high school girls room.
>Also the only type of bathroom in high school since men aren't educated past middle school
>Pukes up a whole humie that scampers off to the nearest vent in search of a boy den.
>"*Sniffle* I'll find him again before 2:00, he still needs to remodel my stomach living room. *whimper*"

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Be careful of anthro type demons if you're a male. They might not technically be in the lust category but they will never let you go.

>>85499768
that sounds nice

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imagine this but with (you)

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>>85499577
It's called the threat of danger. Everybody wants to be raped, nobody wants to be eaten.

Wish a waifur would just pick me up by the throat and then swallow me whole in one bite so I could be in her belly

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>>85499557
You don't like the answer, but you know it to be true

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Divine Indiscretion Ch. 7

https://archiveofourown.org/works/91229961/chapters/248296436

STORYxUPDATE

Woah, it turns out I like hypno way more than I thought. This is assuming cookie is already not hypnotic.

Anyway, what a cliffhanger!

Also picrel is the closest thing I've found to how Fiona looks. We might be getting art of her soon, and this is one of the pics I used as reference.

>>85501084
Oh hell yeah more wolp knight.

>>85501084
Damn that was fast. What's your secret to writing so much, so quickly, and with a consistent good quality?
>Drugs?
>Patron Goddess?
>Secretly a muttie (mutant)?

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>>85499415
wicked and evil looking paws that are actually gentle, my beloved

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>>85500335
about that

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>>85499768
>"Really? You went out of your way to summon a hellhound for sex instead of a succubus? What a perverted freak you are."

>>85502385
>"I like a woman who can put a bit of effort into a rape, is that a crime all of a sudden?"

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>>85499415
>>85502103

>>85502385
>"Heh, what can I say? I got that dog in me ... wait ... no it's I want that dog in me ... no wait you're a woman, uh ... I want in that dog ... no, god that sounds terrible. It's gotta be uh I want that dog on me!
>...
>"Fuck it, whatever, just please amazon style fuck me until I pass out"

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>>85502385
>"look do you want to make a legion of puppies with me or not?"

>>85501084
damn maru you've been on a roll lately, dont stop pls, also i love fiona

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gyotes

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>>85502385
3 for one deal

I gave the weird girl a chance and went on a date with her. Why does she keep asking if she can hold it while I pee? I don't feel safe here you guys, is there a way I can let her down easy?

>>85499768
>>85502385
>It was started by a small accident
>One day a human male fucked up while trying to summon a succubus
>Accidentally summoned a being from the wrath ring
>Most of the denizens are animalistic, with a power to match
>When that man summoned her and she explained his error he could have just unsummoned her and redid it right
>But instead he changed the world with the simple question of "can we still do it?"
>Despite being made for war, warriors still enjoy a good fuck, so she agreed

>Oh boy, that was the first time a war denizen had sex with a human and vis-versa, and you know what they realized?
>They realized it was damned good
>So they kept doing it
>And they told their friends who looked for their own mates
>An interest difference between wrath and lust demons
>Lust demons become more powerful through sex, using it all to strengthen themselves
>But without that ability the denizens of wrath could give birth
>The sons and daughters formed in this manner were identical to humans and demons physically, but there was one important difference
>They were considered hybrids, and not "true" demons by the law of hell
>So this means it doesn't take any work to summon one into our reality, as they belong on both hell and earth

>And that is why this new generation of lustful, battle hardened bestial demons have come to earth, looking for mates of their own

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>>85500711
Actually, they'd be doing dinosaurs

>>85504859
Guys, help, I harshy turned down a raptor girl and she cried to her sisters! They broke into my house and are picking the lock to the bathroom I'm hiding in as we speak!

>>85505250
Don’t you have a window there to escape

>>85500711
Wish he would draw the Birdie Collie dominanting a human, also which he would stop drawing cages

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>>85501084
before anything else I wanna say wow that hypno scene was hot
>Your healing manages to treat the wounds and crusty infections at the same time. It wouldn’t bother you so much if it weren’t for her reaction. She seems excited at your discomfort from touching her diseased flesh.
cementing Electra as my favorite side-character. Shes goated
>“You don’t even want to answer,” she says. “Come here.”
reading this and knowing you were going with a H/C angle for them is awesome. One of my favorite themes / tags

>>“Wow, so loud,” she says. “I wonder if the other girls heard you. That’d be so embarrassing.”
>Back at the campsite..
>"Hey Vassa check out this magic spell I learned. Let's watch and listen to Anon apologize and make up with Fiona this time with my magical orb"
>...

>Her intoxicating, aromatic excitement hits your stomach, warming your insides, your erection only growing stronger if anything.
God, that's going to take awhile to fully digest, and during that time he's going to be feeling that throughout his whole body. Not even considering the after-effects of her charm magic mentally, he's going to be feeling a light charm-buzz until its fully digested / hydrated(?)
>“You look so perfect like that …” she sighs.
not beating the goonbeast allegations
Anon is so ruined bro. Old-Anon would be more embarrassed by seeing this scene now than the Fiona from last week would. (I worded it like that instead of saying 'Old-Fiona' because she is still the same person, like she said in this chapter :) and she doesn't like him calling her Old-Fiona so I won't either :) )
I'm imagining his god shielding his eyes during this whole chapter. His wife too, if she was there lol. Shes probably pissed

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>>85505670
>>85501084
>Her eyes change. The usual red starts to fade as her eyes glow, illuminated and a hot pink.
This + her previous dialogue makes me wonder if the charm is affecting her too. Or, would she still be this enthusiastic, if Anon wasn't actively charmed and was doing this all of his own free will?
>but was the whole talk just her being a crazy gaslighting bitch? (Based)
>That is, unless Fiona was lying and subtly influencing him. Hmmm???
>It all comes down to if (You) trust Fiona.
There's a lot of trust necessary for this relationship it seems. I think the hypnosis charm was a good compromise for the two of them to work things out. It was a necessary step in order for Anon to take the leap in understanding; his dumbass wasn't going to accept Fiona's words before that 5 second charm session. But now he got a little taste of that drug and screams out that he wanted another session lol.
This was all good.. as long as Fiona is telling the truth / is correct in her assumptions about how her brand new powers work. She's probably never even charmed someone else before today! Hopefully Anon doesn't have a freak out and go back on everything on a later date. At least that will likely come later, and not while he's still coming down from the high and has all her Fiona-Juice inside his digestive system and pores.
>Your hands are finally freed, and in a short pause, you see her raise her hands. You instantly understand, and you lock your fingers together as she redoubles her efforts.
Very sweet moment :) He's very well behaved. Again, the hypno details in particular in this chapter were very well done and I could tell you had a good amount of experience in the genre (probably)

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>>85501084
>>85505685
It's a good thing they are next to a lake for washing up. Not like that would help anyway. Maybe it would help Anon's pride after the act, so he's not walking back to the camp covered in Fiona
I hope Fiona is able to maintain control over her magic while so absorbed by their sex. If not, she's probably letting loose all her aura aoe all the way back to the campsite. Or maybe even back to the town they came from! All the birds and the bees are doing it in the woods right now.
How did her religion / order survive before and get anything done? And how could they fall, if they were reproducing so much? Or maybe I'm just a fool like Anon and think they are only about sex, when they are more than that (at least Fiona is).

Also very curious about what those last spells are... I really have no idea what it could be. Maybe something to help Anon's ego by forgetting the exact details of their scene? Whatever it is, I'm sure it was cast with the best intentions because I trust Fiona :)

>I hit the word count such that I'm required to split this up in to THREE different posts
fuck. I was already running low on scantily clad purple adventurer-wolf-swordswoman pictures. Sorry, thread, for my text walls

>>85501084
>We might be getting art of her soon, and this is one of the pics I used as reference.
fuckin sweet. I take it you decided on who to go for commissioning- is it the same artist as the future Brea pictures or did you diversify? Maybe don't answer that one if you don't want, I'll just wait and be surprised
I cant believe I forgot to recommend afrm to go to for when you asked previously. But I'm sure he was already on your radar anyway. He is very good at wolps and would make a very nice and fluffy Fiona

>>85505250
Don't worry, as we all know, raptors can't open doors

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>>85503784
How about, as a compromise you can put your hands around her groin and hold her while she pees
>>85503826
That's actually a great world building beginning for an adhg-like world. I wonder how quickly these half-demons would be able to establish themselves proper in the world. And I wonder how many would, once the half-demons become commonplace in the world, still reach out to the wrath ring for contact and a partner, instead of the plentyful halfdemons among them. Maybe all the Old Ones / original hellhounds are taken by then, and there are no free ones left lol
its not humanity's fault when they are still made for sinning
reminds me of a >joi about summoning a hellhound too https://joi.booru.org/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=5863
>>85504859
imagine actually being that height in the POV
it's a good thing her vision is based on movement, so she can't see the small detail of your eyes not making direct eye contact with her

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>>85505704
>>85501084
Surely in the moment Fiona wouldn't cast a keyword on Anon like a hypotist's snap to make him fall under a trance right away :^)
or one that makes him stop acting like a retarded humie

>>85505432
His bathroom is not connected to the outside, it's one of those center bathrooms.

>>85506073
Well dam he screwed

>>85506073
How do you know this

>>85506192
Come to the house and find out.

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>>85499496
>Is there some book you recommand so I can improve myself?
Uldis Zarin's Anatomy for Sculptors is my go to, but go check out /dig/ on this board. That's the actual thread for art feedback/tips and you'll get much better resources there. Older OC, but I'm not at my actual computer.

>

>Public advisory: Clean, Shave, and Groom your filthy human genitals!!!
>No Anthro wants to corner a humie and pinch her nose through the rape!
>Clean laps, Clean paws, Clean state!

>>85507679
>Decide not to clean my genitals
>Turns off most anthros, saving me from rape multiple times
>Then I run into a fucking Electra level degenerate
>Forced to eat out rank wife's pussy every day after

>>85505763
Nobody noticed the fucking epic Jurassic Park refrance

>>85507679
>>85507781
>do my due diligence and keep myself clean and listen to the PSAs
>go on a blind date and meet a huge fluffy women, proud of her fluff
>she’s not clean shaven and has mega bush
Rules for thee but not for me

>>85508101
I’m a gay retarded humie and the reference went over my head. It’s funny now that I notice it though
thank you for pointing it out, I will do better next time to understand your out of control references about niche films

>>85508101
Yeah but now i wonder if he’s still ok trapped in that bathroom

>>85507206
Are you also the schizo who called their posts ai last thread and also called my twitter repost their ai slop art

>>85508125
As omni intended

>>85508182
Is it really schizo if the artist literally admitted he was right?

>Walk up to anteater
"Why the long face?"
>get mouthraped

>>85508266
That artist shared their workflow and it had nothing to do with AI, just reference art which they said they relied on for the shoes
Before that the schizo convinced themself in three different ways they HAD to be using ai lol, but it was quite rude.
I liked their tree-related named girls

>>85508312
Dad jokes like that will make you a father if you aren’t careful
…they will make you a parent
Just like when you understand the jokes
(Because they become apparent! lol!)

>>85499338
Wife

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>>85501394
>secret
All the above?
>>85505670
>check out this spell I learned
Imagine the sounds of Electra's gooning. Vassa sits alone with a 1000 yard stare.
>>85505685
>good amount of experience in the genre
Not really, when it comes to writing, unless you count the small tidbit in the author's notes that revealed my love for succubus erogames. It is a lot. It took a lot of restraint to not make Fiona an actuallu evil succubus who would mournfully succ him to death night 1. She wouldn't do that though. Love prevails!

It does make me consider what other kinds of things I can do with hypno though. "Your lonely anthro mom/sister gets a smartphone hypnosis app" seems too easy to write.
>>85505704
>comm art
Afraid not! I never messaged the guy I wanted for Brea and for the first time ever, he closed his comms. Found a paw-specific guy I like though, picrel.

And as for afrm, it was hard to consider, as I work with him. It just didn't really come to mind. He's one of the artists for the ADHG VN, after all. I think one of us shared his sketch of Shelby, and I shared Tasha's portrait as well. They look amazing.
>>85505885
Anti-retarded humie magic needs to be a mainstay in every /adhg/ fantasy story.

>>85499338
Wonder if she has a hole in the back of her uniform exposing her asshole.

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Doom in Duskhollow has won the vote, we're right on time for Halloween! update incoming. turn out your lights, ignite a candle or two, and enjoy!

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>>85509135
>"Your lonely anthro mom/sister gets a smartphone hypnosis app"
freeware Google Play hypnosis app, or smart Mal0 hypnosis equivalent app?
Maybe youll just have to commit to the real evil succubus who succs the entire soul on night one for the app idea. Fiona loves to suck Anon's cum but she would never ever ever suck his entire soul, she promised
>for the first time ever, he closed his comms
no way, this guy? Major Bummer.
I do like that artist too, though. And he looks freaky enough to also do the tea meme, if you still planned to get that made also
I mentioned afrm as already being on your radar for that reason. But I can imagine it's weird asking a coworker(?) to draw personal art like that for you. Maybe instead it can be for a thread request right here :^) draw purple wolf lady pls mr afrm (if ur not busy)

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>>85509418
yey :)

>>85509135
>"Your loney anthro mom/sister gets a smartphone hypnosis app" seems too easy to write.
Maybe you could have it be a more gradual change. Have it start with them using it to get him to do his chores, join in on family dinners, stuff that Anon wouldn't do but that they'd really like. And slowly, have them hypnotize him into doing less wholesome things, their desires slowly awakening in them.

>>85509315
It's how she stores the prisoners

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>>85509418
>previously - https://archiveofourown.org/works/69583721/chapters/199186206

"leave? supposin' they managed it, I'd be remiss to think they'd have the want to return. let alone the means."
I couldn't argue with Tomlin there... stupid question anyway. This place is clearly cursed- the moon is skull-shaped, the days are supernaturally shortened by their account- without it turning to winter or the whole place outright freezing over entirely and monsters the size of SUV's are stalking the wilderness. anybody who could escape this place would follow through and never return.

Oliver let out a sigh, seeming to come out from the greying onset by his recounting of his survival of the terrors he's witnessed.
"The hollow likes to change. usually when the fog comes, though there's no thorough means of predicting when it will come save for seeing it closing around you in the distance. God save you if you're caught outdoors, or without a fire. because no one else can..."
There was a long, pregnant pause- the next question I had for him forcing its way through the closing of my throat. "W-what... what happens in the fog? how does it change the hollow?"

"Sometimes, you just disappear. never to be seen or heard from again. other times, your body is found entangled completely by a tree, like it merged with your flesh and slew you in the process. those bodies are always found with an expression of dread, like they were screaming..."
I felt like I was going to be sick from the dread, but he kept speaking- I forced myself to listen. something dire and wily in the back of my head told me that I needed to hear every shred of what he was saying. like the fear would motivate me never to drop my guard.
"having a lightsource of some kind will save your hide here. but it needs to be sturdy, and big enough to withstand the gale. though its not the wind you should be worried about, its the dark itself that wants you. never, *ever* let the shadows come near. you hear me lad?"

>>85509418
I thought the skaven story would've won, but hey this was a pleasant surprise!

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>>85508151
>jurassic park
>niche films

>>85510801
>first movie came out in 93
>7 movies since
>with an 8th in the works
>netflix animated series that ran from 2020-25
>still a tiny amount of video games and the amount of good ones can be counted on a single hand of a guy with missing fingers
the main issue is the new films are slop and even then the old trilogy was hard carried by the first movie with there being some cool moments in 2 and 3

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>>85510500

He sounded more frightened than I was now. "y-yes, I understand."
My reply in that moment seemed enough to pull him away from his spiral into the depths of his own dread again. He cleared his throat. "Good, thats... good."
"Thank ye, Oliver. that'll be all. yew get some rest now." Tomlin said with a look of paternal care, like watching a son do well at treating his own bad knee scrape.
"But, what about those towns, and the way the fog changes the hollow?" I asked, unable to hide the urgency, if i was to survive even with their protection- i needed to know more.

"Calm yer britches boy, its alright. I'll tell ye the rest. Ye' see, whenever the fog comes traipsin' through the hollow- after it passes the paths between places change. roads bend, or lengthen and shorten, landmarks can switch places, or sometimes altogether disappear from this road or that. The only places that dont bend or change are the townes between the high-and-low-ways. some say its thanks to our careful keepin' of the lamps. some say with enough people's presence the fog loses power against hope... I like to think thats the case, gives an old man somethin' ta' believe in. even if the world is a dark and gloomy thing."
"But how do you even manage to get from place to place with any reliability?" I asked between tentative sips of my soup, hearing it from him made it sound like we were talking-shop rather than discussing a matter of life and death.
"Ahah- I said *some* o' the landmarks disappear. but not all of them, not all at once at any rate. though anything is possible during one o' them dark-fogs. We've managed to arrange a little somethin' together to make the roads make sense." his fingers flipped through the aged old album of knowledge again. he slid the book over to me on yet another page.

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Switch comm of my polecat mad scientist that some of you might like

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>>85511017

>>85510075
If prisoners are shoved up their then how is she suppose to unleash her deadly chemical assault.

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>>85510867
"Look here, our maps arent really for givin' ye an actual detailed geography. they're a list of landmarks. even if ye miss one or two- all of 'em are unique enough to tell which path yer on even if it changes beyond recognition. like yer little bottle trick at the mouth of our path through the glen."
We discussed at length much about the Hollow. the cursed moon, the woods that enclose all around the hollow, even Tomlin's theories about the origin and nature of the black blood that seems universal to all dark creatures of DuskHollow, and its suspicious usefulness as a base chemical to make life possible in a place like this. frankly it sounded to me like a magical version of petroleum in some respects. though Ive never heard of crude oil being turned into black powder that doesn't corrode a gun barrel.

Tomlin said I should be able to make my way out of these deep woods at first light, though when it would actually come was anybody's guess. daybreak was a rare thing in duskhollow. and sometimes it hardly counted, according to my hosts. overcast days would have been fine if I wasnt here, of all places. "Too much darkness, and what light comes 'round doesnt last." -were Tomlin's words on the matter. Really cared to leave here, anyway. At least here I had people watching my back, and I was able to learn much more about how to survive with a group of tutors showing me the ropes.
But Tomlin was right, and I knew it. though I had become accustomed to handling their strange firearms and was able to train with a neat little arming sword that caught my eye in their armory- I was nowhere near experienced enough to actually survive this place. No, there was nothing for it. I would have to leave at first light as Tomlin advised.

I want a resident evil style movie where you live near the antrostate boarder. living a peacefully life when an emergence massage pop up about antho going into heat( which is nothing new) and not stopping after the deed is done. So now you have to leave town while everything around you goes to hell. It only infects anthro when other anthro they try and stop them from stealing their humans. The less sex they have the more aggressive they are.

>Get your NEET loser anthro childhood friend, now girlfriend to leave the house after 7 weeks of coaxing.
>Hold her paw while she stutters through ordering a drink.
>Sit down together on the beach front. It's beautiful where the sky and waves touch.
>"Sorry I made you be my boyfriend."
>She drinks the entire human sized soda in one gulp to distract herself.
"I'm sorry I'm your forever boyfriend."
>You scritch her chest fur.
>She puts your entire head into her soda smelling mouth.
>"Gwah. (Mwah)"

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>>85511024
i found that beaver pic i was talking about last thread
>>85508182
probably is

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>>85511017
cute. I like her face fur pattern and her busho sexo
i regret to inform you that they spell eager wrong tho

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>>85511123

It was perhaps two weeks' worth of time that had passed since i first arrived, maybe 3. one could never tell in such erratic and eccentric a place as this without some kind of timepiece. or perhaps counting nightwatch rotations with a healthy margin of error.
when dawn finally came. it felt wrong somehow. though whether this was because I grew so thoroughly accustomed to the darkness of night and the half-light of the false days of overcast, or if the morning light was also somehow sick with the taint of the hollow, I couldnt tell. Better to err on the side of caution and assume the autumnal dawn light was as damned as anything else here.
"ye'll have about 2 hours of mornin' light, maybe 6 of noonlight if yer lucky, and maybe an hour at best of evenin' before twilight at best. nearest town ta' here is Crowe's Crest. Seedy little place, but its better than nothin' and much better than here. best be off now, and dont forget yer handbook."
Tomlin gave me a hardy pat on my upper arm. I looked more like one of them now. The time I spent with them gave Oliver the chance to tailor a sturdy set of clothing for me.
It was something that looked between 3 different centuries. A shirt of linen under a woolen vest with some metal plates woven in, a leather harness for two pistols and the arming sword I've grown to favor, a hardy and warm traveler's frock coat, a pair of leather walking boots suited for long treks, and a satchel and rifle- both slung to my shoulders.

As those present for my departure seemed to have a mix of pride, and foreboding. They didnt have to say anything- I knew they were praying they weren't condemning me to death by sending me away. Christ alive... I hope you can hear them.

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>>85511162
>She puts your entire head into her soda smelling mouth.
all worth it

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>>85511470

The proper path I had to take was up the rising slope of the glen.
Passed the point of where John was gored by that... thing...
'Yowler'... The name was apt enough. But it lacked the sheer terror it inspired when you looked at it.
Especially when it chased you... My dreams are still haunted by the scraping, throaty thudding of it shambling across the forest ground sometimes.
Maybe... Maybe seeing John's grave and whatever detritus it left behind from that fight would put my spirit at ease.
If they buried him near enough to the road for me to see his grave. And assuming they left anything to mark his resting place at all...
What am I thinking? They must've. John was their friend; they would at least leave some kind of ramshackle thing to pay homage to a friend who died so they could live. even if it meant some small, precious time was wasted in the dark out in these wicked woods.
Just then it occurred to me, why was I so invested in seeing the grave of a man I'd never actually met, only watched perish gruesomely?
My reason of wanting some relief from nightmares was obvious. But that didn't feel like it was all, not to the cognizant part of me that scrutinized the subconscious. The only way to probe for answers as to why felt so compelled to go there was to satisfy the urge itself, like tasting a soup you hadn't made in order to divine its ingredients.
It was decided, even if it was a little off the beaten path- I would visit John's gravesite, if nothing else to pay my respects to the man who saved my life, even if completely unknowingly. And with any luck, solve this mystery of what my hindbrain expects to find there.

Even during a crisp morning with light filtering passed the trees in reassuring rays, I cannot help but agree with Tom's assessment. Were this overcast, it wouldn't make much of a difference between it and the night. Even now- shadows reigned. Dark corners in the woods persisted even in the daylight.

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>>85511716

The lightly beaten path that passed for a road was mercifully straight, a small blessing, one I would gladly take. I wanted out of these woods as fast as possible.
Eventually through the small road my subconscious seemed to blissfully drift me through with ease, I found the spot where John breathed his last.

The spot where he and the yowler clashed was still stained with blood, and had the faint reek of death about it.
nearby, some stain of the darkening red and pure black admixture left a smear, just off the road. stopping at a little branch and twine crucifix at the head of an earthen mound.
"That's that." I chuffed in a breathy tone. The catharsis over the yowler came and went but brought me no satisfaction beyond.
Nothing for it but to carry on, I thought. There was nothing for me here, nothing at all.

I trekked on though the morning till I hit a little crossroads, a small shack-like kiosk was there, the front of the little place was shrouded in dark thanks to a small tarp canopy held aloft by two small poles jutting from the little thing.
It was only when I drew nearer to the structure did I realize it was a wagon, the kind built as a complete mobile house- styled in the fashion one would expect of some palm-reading gypsy or vagabond seer, or merchant of exotic things peddling their wares.
As I approached, a hooded figure took shape behind the counter of the low wagon... almost like they materialized out of the greyish, obscured backdrop of the wagon's interior, clothed in garish colors.
The stranger was still very obscured by the darkness of the canopy.
Within earshot I heard some sort of melody. something between a music box and windchimes. The song, if it was one, felt like a paradox. At once it was like a lullaby I heard since I was a baby in that ethereal way one remembers their deepest childhood, and completely alien in the way one discovers a song of genre and instrument he's never before heard.

>>85510500
> Sometimes, you just disappear. never to be seen or heard from again. other times, your body is found entangled completely by a tree, like it merged with your flesh and slew you in the process.
Scary. But I’m built diff so I’ll be entangled with a wild furred beast if you know what I mean
The darkness itself being dangerous and not just the things in it is one of my favorite tropes, I don’t know why but it’s very cool
The light of the future waifur will illuminate everything:)

>>85512109
Omg… could that creature perhaps be the featured fluffy creature of the story..it’s time to hug and pet, prepare yourself

>>85512195
Type of dude to get killed on night 1 in duskhallow

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>>85505771
Is that Wuuthrad?

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>>85512109

>for ambient effect https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OaLhSrdHCBs and https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=coPN2irc9a4 (play them together) OR https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rlnu2brVNn8 alone, up to (you)

"Why hello there, wayfarer-young~." The figure beckoned, lackadaisically greeting me with a robed arm that obscured everything in purple fabric.
I could hear the jingling of the ornamentation on its clothing.
"Fate, it seems has brought a lost soul to me. A brave soldier traipsing through the woods like a clever fox eluding the wolf. Were it not for my good hearing, I would have not noticed you till I saw the leather of your boots below the fabric of my awning.

The voice was of a kind of flittering quality- like the strum of a balalaika, and obviously belonging to a woman. her ensheathed arm swayed to her left like a sign hinging in the wind to her left, and the wagon door slowly flung open at the same speed and disconcerting motion.
"Come, sit. There is tea and bread for guests, it is yours. In exchange, I shall read your palm."

That feeling that dragged me to seek answers from John's grave wraps its cold fingers around my mind, and like smoke in a draft I inscrutably pulled towards the door of this enigmatic host's hovel.
This is a bad idea...

In spite of myself, I climb the shallow step of her cart and cross the threshold to her shrouded domicile. As I entered, an uncanny recognition took me. Details about the inside of the wagon that I could see, changed. before- there was no hearth, stove or oven. and yet there one sat between her and I to her left.

The same such uncanniness did not stop there, she had already turned to face my way without so much as a suggestion around her of having done so, like she was one way before and now this way after with no causal relation between the two events. No shifting of her chair, no jingle of her ornaments, no sway of her clothes... Nothing...

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>>85512519
A table and obscuring curtain of navy blue with embroidered stars on it was already in place, again with that inexplicable appearance, like it was conjured from nothing. "Tea, Wayfarer?"
And there on the table, which now bore a dark velvet-red cloth were two saucers and teacups, her appendage in an open gesture for me to partake of her offering "Oh, but where are my manners? A cup of tea demands something to pair with it~."
My eyes looked to her clothed appendages produce a second tray, with a small ziggurat of sweet-smelling biscuits lay stacked upon. when I looked back down, the tea she offered was somehow already in my hand.
I had already drunk it...

My grip on reality is slipping away fast, I have no recollection of having picked up this cup, or this biscuit.
"A refill before we begin?" Her wrapped hand offered a teapot to refill our teacups, which my hands felt to give way to allow her.
I try to focus on one thing, to try and verify a continuity of events, but I can't. everything outside of the tunnel of my visual control becomes different. Rhyme, reason, and linear events no longer connect save for what is presented to me through this witch's will. The steam coming off our teacups now feels like an obscuring incense, a line of smoke like a clear ribbon extending and ensnaring this space she and I solemnly occupy. "My, how time flies with good company. I would like to read your palm now. might I?"

Sat in a stool I don't remember being provided -my hand comes down from its position curled near my chest from a position I can't recall posturing to, like it is a ritual.
Her arms are in an open position, like a priest's. The excess cloth of her sleeves serving as a kind of ritual swaddle for my hand rest upon as her appendages curl inward to take up my hand.
As she allows the fabric of her sleeves to filly pull away from her hands, the revelation begins to cut through the fog of my mind.
They are not the hands of a human being...

kinda ditzy single mom possum who moved in next door starts getting increasingly frustrated/crazy after you fail to act on her hints about how lonely she is and showering and changing with the curtains and sliding door to her bedroom open after her kids have left for school, and one weekend brings you a coffee cake that she "just couldn't finish", you wake up tied to your bed getting a massage and she's sent the kids to their grandparents for the weekend and "we'll finally have some quality time alone"

>>85499479
Menacing deer girl cutting a steak and asking if you've ever noticed that all anthros have their eyes facing forwards, like humans and predators.

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>>85512861

>now use this, wish i had something better but gypsy music for the creepy fortuneteller is actually hard to come by: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kPS3mFU1Li4

The pads of a paw clasped at my palm with a gentle squeeze, her claws gentle pressure in my current state felt pinpricks of static electricity shooting through my hands and coursing through my body.
"What beautiful, soft hands you have... what are the hands of a gentle scholar doing in a world of calluses I wonder~?" She crooned, like she already knew the answer. The environment seemed to blur, and gain a glow about it, gaining color. the ribbons of steam coming off the teacups gaining an oily, pearlescent quality- like the ghost of a rain bow. I felt sick.
"Wayfarer, with hands lily-white. Tell me why you come to this seer tonight." She droned in a slow, sing-song tone. My voice answered without my command: "answers I seek, oh woman wise. let me end the cursed moon's rise..."

It felt like I was merely an observer looking through my eyes experiencing this nightmare, the true self that could know and fear was horrified beyond measure. But my body reacted not- the dissonance only adding to my true self's terror. what power did this witch have? how trapped was I? was this it, was my death so quick, to happen not 5 leagues from where I began?

The starry curtain seemed to bleed away into an ephemeral, true night sky. Revealing the woman to be some kind of grey vixen in the hooded garb of a gypsy, her ears creating an almost square impression of her hood. Her eyes glowed that pale color of the moon.

She smiled wryly "The moon is merely the lock between man and star... your fate, and the curse... They reach much further afar."
Black, tar-like sap began to seep from the stars. the skull-moon began to rise behind her visage like a demon halo, its sockets and mouth weeping the black bile. Then the tar began to spill from her mouth... Then mine...

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>>85513333
Her prophetic tongue hissed passed the bubbling of the inky poison weeping from her every orifice. "Down, DOWN you must go, find answers above. For evil sinks, then from this place you may fly from, like a dove."
The substance burned as it trickled down my windpipe, my body wanted to cough, but something had it in its grasp, it just inhaled and exhaled at an even pace, drowning itself in black, fiery agony.
"Oh, little wayfarer. so small, so kind. To peel back at the veil, you must peel first the forest's rind. Go to the place where the lamps are beckoning. In that place you..."

...The moon's mouth began to open, space itself began to warp, and seemed to shudder in fear.

"Will."

Its jaws unhinged wide, wide enough to swallow us, the earth, the cosmos, all of creation. Doom was upon me.

"Bring...."

Tendrils of world ending scale began to reach out from the eternal, abyssal vantablack of this Lunar-Satan's throat. The seer woman forced one more gurgling word with all her might.

"R E C K O N I N G"

like the speed of a striking serpent, the moon leapt forward to swallow me and the vixen whole.

Then all was black. like sleep took me.

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>>85513491
STORYxUPDATE : https://archiveofourown.org/works/69583721/chapters/248627626

happy early Halloween...

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>>85513333
>literal quads of prophetic doom
holy shit.......

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Dober

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Wen bunny?

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>>85514445
Tonight.

>>85511017
>>85511024
>Domination loss
Why would you post this here? Dogshit, fuck off.

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>>85511017
I thought that was the vaxxer girl for a second

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>>85513542
what a foxy mysterious women. A great intro for the spooky month coming up. I hope our poor anon can make it out alive. Perhaps with a new friend too? Or will he some how like it in this fucked up place?
also checkd >>85513333

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>Armored Core/Gundam AU timeline with anthrostate elements
Would you read it?

>>85513550
Hey wasn't this an album cover? I forget the band but I've definitely seen this image before

>>85515874
Yes. I wanna pilot a mech and be told that boys arent meant to be doing this job, be sassy to my handler and ultimately end up resigning to train a protege because I realize that this job is not meant for people that have people waiting for them back home. Bonus points if it's a fiance that's waiting for you.

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>>85516488
>implying you wont be a lowly Zaku/GM pilot

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>>85515874
I would read it and then also probably get around to playing AC6
>>85516488
kino
put it on adhg Hallmark

>>85517184
this artist does some really nice robot ladies

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>>85517213
too bad he likes macro too

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>>85517184
You really should play it, its my favorite game that came out this decade

>>85517311
nta but I'm trying to obtain the first ones and play through release order. that AC and AC (jets)

>>85517548
They’re all different timelines except gen 4&5

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Humans (male) living in Zootopia have to pay a special tax.

>>85516488
You'd play the role of the sassy, tsundere harem member for the actual protagonist. The feline pilot, tactical prodigy and mysteriously the only person who can interface with the legendary mech, Aleph-01.

>>85517702
The police in Zootopia are big and powerful because they must lawfully rape the seed out of humans.

>>85517587
lile gundam? so 4/5 are the only two i need to play in order?

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>>85518150
He means AC5 has a link to one of AC4's endings, otherwise only games within the same generation are connected and AC6 is a new generation.
You should play the old games anyway because they're a completely different experience to AC6, the new game is more of a beat em up than a 3rd person shooter.

>>85518084
The small ones carry tranq darts to get the job done without a struggle.

>>85516488
holy cinema, i'm now thinking about the kamina or simon of waifurs as a possible love interest

>>85518588
Who would be the Char clone?
>>85518150
Yeah but 5th generation AC games are a hassle to get running on a emulator and fromsoft cant sell them on steam because licensing bs

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>>85518724
i have almost all the old hardware for 3rd gen consoles up, a crt, and a offline hdtv. i think i should be fine

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>>85515874
I'm pretty into traditional bdsm stuff, as well as drugging/altered mental state, so the idea of being a humie mech pilot they keep doped up and in suspended animation most of the time in a bag of amniotic fluid on a rack, kept alive by external life support systems is crazy fucking hot. On paper you're a hyper-advanced killing machine worth billions of dollars, but outside of your mech you're practically a waif. Emaciated and pale, your body is barely strong enough to hold it's own weight and your senses are only used to having external stimuli piped in from the plug in the back of your neck.

I want to wake up suddenly on a cold metal table, coughing and choking as I'm ripped from peacefully relaxing in whatever VR environment they'd created to keep me sane between missions. Gulping down shuddering lungfuls of air as the machine replenishing my blood with fresh oxygenated hemoglobin cuts out and struggling to open my eyes under the harsh, cold light. I want to feel that slowly creeping sense of horror as I realize it's not one of the medical staff in the room with me, the drop in my stomach when I see that glint in her eye. I want a strong, jealous mechanic from the support staff to finally get sick of that stupid, overpaid human merc who does nothing but float in a trash-bag on a shelf and put me in my place by force and rape me right there on the table. I wanna hear the medical equipment start to beep more urgently as my heart-rate goes up and alerts are sent out but she doesn't care. I want her to shit-talk me the entire time, asking if I think I'm better than her, or why such a pathetic, rapeable human is the one who gets all the glory. I want her to take all her insecurities out on me as she fucks me into the table while I try to beg her to stop with raspy, atrophied vocal chords.

She'd look something like this pic but with way a much rapier vibe.

>>85515874
I would but I probably be a broke ass dude working in a mine or as a soldier without mech thinking i can do a difference without one

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>>85517184(me)
>>85515874
>>85519165
Now that we are talking about where we would be in this universe
I would be at my house on my computer sending Rusty fan mail and fan email
Assuming she really was a cute wolf
>>85517213
I agree and now I’m thinking of Two-Bite and also that advanced AI helmet from Spaceface again, they were both very cute. They should team up
Also reminiscing on a bit of Tech Terror too rn
>>85517297
The only bad part about this for me is there’s less of his art I can repost in the thread. Granted, that didn’t stop the OP, but I don’t want to continue the precedent
>>85517311
Yea, you’re probably the same anon from awhile ago who told me that it was your favorite, and I said that was high praise to give and I’d check it out. Guess who hasn’t checked it out yet lol
Tell you what, this weekend I’ll buy it on steam and start it (even tho this cuts into my vintage story time)

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>>85509787
>Fiona would never succ his entire soul
Halloween is soon enough for a non-canon bad end!
>this guy?
Yeah, that guy. Just checked and they're still closed. I think the paw guy I would comm for the serious Brea image would be a good replacement, but I might be able to ask some people for a loose and messy sock tea pic
>>85510047
>gradual change
If hentai featuring hypno has taught me anything, it starts by going balls to the wall session #1. The changes that happen are always stuff like "releasing the hypnosis but they don't stop because it feels too good" or whatever. You can't expect self control from what I'm assuming would most likely be a NEET virgin older sister.

>>85519735
90% sure that was me and if you wanna save some shekels buy a key off loaded.com formerly cdkeys

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need warm waifur on cold day

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>>85513542
yummy succulent snack :)

>>85513542
spooky fox woman...

>>85500335
>Vore is sexy AF, coward

>>85500335
>He doesn't want to be his wife's belly pet

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>>85519760
>Halloween is soon enough for a non-canon bad end!
you could do the scariest thing of the year if at first you label the non-canon Halloween episode as a generic "Chapter 8"
>>85519760
>"releasing the hypnosis but they don't stop because it feels too good"
this shit was also really hot in the chapter when the 5 second trial charm ended and he begged for more right away, and to be put back under. Fiona really wanted to do it too, she must have incredible self restraint
>>85519859
>favorite game of the decade but doesnt want me to spend max money and support the developers
I appreciate you letting me know where to save my shekels. I considered also waiting for a month and hope it goes on sale for the Halloween Steam Sale and save $30 based on previous sales

>Vassa has had more men inside her than an all-boys boarding school
>Electra is a gooner that would fuck my dead body if she could
>Fiona made a pact with a weird god thing and feeds a plant her blood as if it were a normal thing while wearing armor in public that barely covers her body
I'd rather be single, oh my lord

>>85521045
Vassa is the lowest risk. She's pragmatic and sane and highly experienced, maybe not long term relationship material but she'd probably blow your mind in bed without any danger of mind control, dark magic, or bad hygiene. If she's gonna succ your soul, she'll do it the old fashioned way.

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>>85521045
>Electra is a gooner that would fuck my dead body if she could
I'm sure if you ask her to learn a spell that let you keep your memories of what happens to your dead body after you get resurrected she would try to learn it for you :)
Would that help?
and whats wrong with taking care of your own personal plant

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>>85521045
god forbid a woman have hobbies

>>85511114
Prisoners are only stowed after a successful engagement

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>>85520632
>>85520651
Smart aleck, 20ft tall bnuuy:
>"gee I don't get it doc, how come you locked yourself inside my belly?"
"Inside? I'm OUTSIDE your belly"
>"Hehehe, oh no you're not, you're inside. I'M outside"
"I AM? Well then lemme outta here!"
>hurriedly open her mouth, jump in, close her mouth behind me
>bnuuy gets up and walks back home
>"Boo hoo. Now I'll never have Anon all to myself. Boo hoo."
Pic unrelated

>>85521045
>ywn be an old humie skeleton taken control of by Electra
>ywn have her talk to you about her greatest secrets and fantasies, unable to answer her because you are just a skeleton minion
>ywn be called her boyfriend in secret as she roleplays with you
>ywn be upgraded as you fight for her
>ywn be "upgraded" as you fight for her
>ywn still be there with her as she becomes a legendary necromancer
>ywn be there when she finds a spell that will let her communicate with spirits
>ywn have her cast it on you and be able tell her that, yes, you were in fact "alive" to hear all that stuff she said
>ywn watch as she dies of embarrassment at all the cringe shit you saw
>ywn tell her to stop fucking you
>ywn watch as she turns to you with a creepy look
>ywn be bound by her magic and be forced to fuck her more, but now she can actually hear your torment

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>>85522967
>ywn tell her to stop fucking you
now is Mr Skeleton saying this because he knows all her secrets and knows that that is the one sentence that would turn her on the most right now? (romantic sex ending)
Or, after all those years, you really did want her to stop fucking you? If so, why are you gay? (and why would you say that knowing she would react like that)
I bet she dressed you up in clothes like a bodypillow btw
>>85521045
>I'd rather be single, oh my lord
thats not for you to decide

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Anyone else really dig the idea of an anthrostate anthro interacting with our world, bewildered by things like working internet and how many humans there are walking around without female supervision?

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>>85523124
I think it'd be very cute. Similar to those memes of putting a sterotypical 1970s bully in CURRENTYEAR high school
Although I would want my ideal anthrostate to also have internet in it, so that wouldn't be a crazy change. I'd want to see how their phones are shaped for their paws

>>85523124
>Rampaging wolf woman shocks small town, is now more pregnant than previously thought possible.

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>>85522553
Spooky how I saw this in yt shorts just now

>>85517297
Same artist as op image btw

>>85523108
The man is just sick of her stink.

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>>85523302
are you telling me Electra gave a skeleton a magic nose and olfactory sense?
wow she is so evil (lovingly)

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>>85523186
>"You have a ...boyfriend?"
>Local not-state anthro sips her coffee. "Yup. Been dating almost two years now."
>State anthro gives her the side eye. "That's kinda messed up. What's his wife gonna say when she finds out?"
>"Uhh...he's not married?"
>"You said he was your age! Why on Earth isn't he married yet?!"
>Local anthro sighs sadly, sips her coffee. "I ask myself that at every family gathering..."

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>>85520740
>fiona has self-restraint
I keep saying she's a good girl and no one listens, case in point:
>>85521045
Vassa is peak. Once you show her some real love and give her some kittens, she's done. Wife of the year. Just stay at home and be a good house-husband while she offs some bandits. In world where VDs are magically non-existent, who cares? That's not counting whatever horrors Electra could magically mpreg a man with. Don't get on her bad side.
>>85522967
>>85523108
>>85523392
I am cursed to forever have my readers crave girlstink more than the love interests. It's so over...

I may also just be using this as an excuse to post this set of bitey girls

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>>85524203

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>>85524222

>>85523124
>"So you let human men get drafted and kill each other in your wars?"
>"Yeah, but they are much stronger so I don't mind."
>"This world disgusts me..."

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>>85513542
Woe, Skaven update will soon be upon ye

>>85524391
Skaven update?? The story about the skaven and the plots they have? The plotting skaven who make plots? Pog

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>>85524539
SCHEMING WICKEDLY

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>>85524555
TRIPS OF WHIPPING UP EVIL IN A CAULDRON. BREWING WICKEDNESS IN A CAULDRON, ACTUAL MALICIOUSNESS

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>>85525399
>another digits set
the great horned waifur is real... Praise Sigmar

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>>85524203
anthro muzzles are so enticing

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>>85499338
>You are Captain Chase Felix.
>A veteran Smoke-Eater of Stanley.
>Your chief’s loyal servant.
>And a damn sight worse off for it.
>But your lot is yours. And his lot is his. No changing it.
>You shake the unhappy thought from your head as you scan the road south of Stanley. Somewhere down this old paved highway from before the world burned down is a new threat. One that has the High Patrol spooked.
>The familiar weight of your marksman’s rifle is a comfort in your hands. She never fails you when there’s work to be done.
>Someone has to keep the Chief from getting killed after all.
>Already he’s got you rushing off to meet this new threat.
>You and a team you have to look after.
>”Sir!” You raise your voice over the rumbling of the four-by-four’s engine, “What’s the plan?”
>Chief glances back at you. He’s champing his teeth again. “Visual contact first. We don’t know who they are, but if they took Patrolman Howe alive then they’re not pirates. Maybe we can negotiate. May be we have to rescue our patrolman and get back to Stanley to defend it.””
>Choke on smoke if he isn’t serious. He wants to talk to them.
>Or drive guns blazing head-first into the jaws of death.
>”I want you and your men concealed. Ready to shoot and scoot if it comes to that.” Chief says to you, and then turns to the driver, Engineer Freely, and taps his shoulder. “Pull off here. Find a good spot to hide the four-by-four.”
>You stare hard at the young Chief.
>He’s going to get himself killed.
>But orders are orders. You give a nod to Freely, and he pulls off the side of the road toward a scrub-covered hill that would offer concealment for the four-by-four and a quartet of smoke-eaters.
>A moment later Patrolman O’Hanrahan buzzes along on his scrambler, scattering dirt and pebbles as he slews to a stop. His face is screwed up in a grit-teeth scowl, trying to maintain his calm.
>Chief hops out of the four-by-four. “O’Hanrahan. Where did you last see them?”
>”Right here, chief.”

>>85525719
>What?
>You throw yourself out of your seat, rifle at the ready. Eyes swing this way and that, your ears strain. “Freely, turn that engine off,” you hiss at the driver. “I want ears and eyes on, now! Briggs and August,” you point out the last two smoke-eaters, “Take the hilltop.”
>They bundle out of the truck with weapons at the ready. If only they had more than a handgun and a crossbow between them.
>At least they can keep watch until you’re done talking with Chief.
>”Chief. You should take O’Hanrahan back up the road. If they were waiting for us they might have–”
>You’re interrupted by a woman calling out, ”Hello there!” You spin, rifle rising to take aim at the figure that appeared, seemingly from nowhere, at the top of the hill.
>Five gun barrels, and a quarrel head, swivel up to cover the newcomer.
>As far as ambushes go, it’s not very effective. A single person announcing herself and standing in a relaxed stance. Even now, Briggs and Freely are turning their attention, scanning their surroundings in case others spring up.
>You keep the newcomer in your sight, picking out more details as she hops and shuffles down the hill. The auto-loading rifle slung over he shoulder is held easily in one hand. Her heavy coat is clearly a uniform. Plus she’s short, her head only coming up to your chest. And her ears–
>You choke.
>She has large, pointed ears sticking out from her head. And as she undoes the scarf covering her face, you make out a snout. And fur. Her face is covered in it. And her hands too! And she has a tail!
>A walking, talking animal.
>A fox.
>All the others are staring in open shock.
>She hops to a stop a half-dozen paces from you, still high up enough to look down on you.
>The animal woman smiles and waves. “Hi! I’m Private Ffyddlon. We have your friend!”
>”It talks…” O’Hanrahan gapes. “It talks like a person does.”

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>>85525729
>”Captain, movement!” You glance aside at Briggs, who indicates toward the road. A trio of uniformed animal-women bounding toward your hill. A broad, hunch-shouldered badger leads a wolf-woman and a horse that must be at least seven feet tall..
>”My side too.” Freely confirms, keeping his shotgun trained as another trio emerges. This one is led by a figure just as small as the fox, but her face is obscured by a scarf wrapped around her face and an oversized helmet. No doubt concealing more animal traits.
>She’s flanked by a dog to her left, and some sort of cat to her right.
>They’re all armed with auto-rifles like the fox’s. Except the horse, who carries a machine-gun like the one that had been mounted on the road pirate’s vehicle.
>The cat flashes a wicked grin and licks fangs big enough to tear out a man’s throat.
>”Back.” You order, stepping away from the hill and toward the four-by-four. It’s the closest form of cover you have. Yet as your Smoke-Eaters fall back, the animals fan out, circling around you.
>You’ve been a Smoke-Eater for too long to let your nerves show, but these things unnerve you. The hard stares from some, the hungry expressions from others.
>Maybe they eat humans.
>”Burn me, they really are monsters…”
>You’re about to give the order to break for the four-by-four, hoping to fight your way out, when Chief steps forward.
>Damn fool!
>He breaks the circle, hefting his weapon in one arm to address the animals after a sharp intake of breath, “I am Chief. I lead these men.” He raises his voice so everyone can hear. “You have one of mine. I want him back.”
>For a moment it’s silent save the wind and the crows. You tense, ready to spring forward and grab Chief to try and drag him to safety.
>Then the masked animal steps forward, pulling off her scarf to reveal a twitching pink nose and a strange smile. She lowers her weapon and raises a hand to Chief. “I am Staff Sergeant Beckett. Let’s talk!”

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>>85525737
>You are Beverly Ffyddlon.
>Private Beverly Ffydlon!
>A soldier!
>Just like mom!
>Except mom’s an officer. But you’ll get there soon!
>You’re already on your way to a promotion you’re sure! You found the ferals!
>Only you’re not supposed to call them ferals when they’re friendly. They’re just ‘locals’.
>Call them whatever, because you found them! A whole pack of them! Sure, the sergeant found the first one, but you went and got the rest when they came looking!
>The humans look so funny. There’s the police man, who looks like his friend you captured, wearing a black uniform with shiny buttons and a badge on the chest.
>And the firefighters! With their big coats and helmets and faces all covered in soot. Though the uniforms look pretty worn out.
>One of them looks like your granddad with his big bushy mustache. Your granddad never carried a gun like these firefighters do.
>And the leader is actually called ‘The Chief’! Like one of those action movies about a brave Inspector who conquers the backwards feral tribesman!
>He doesn’t look much like a chief though.
>More like a poster child for the State Fund for the Undernourished. All the ferals are skinny, but this one is tall, making him look all the skinnier.
>And he seems sick. His breath hitches every time he tries to speak and he wheezes a little at the end.
>But worst is the eyes. Burning and red with big dark circles under them like his mom’s a raccoon. So tired. So sad.
>None of them are very cute. You were hoping for a cute one. Like that boy who works in the cook tents! He has those dimples when he smiles and he gave you that extra biscuit one time!
>Oh shoot! What did the sergeant just say to him? Something about you?
>You stiffen and prick up your ears.

>>85525764
>”Again I apologize for Private Ffyddlon’s actions, chief…” Sergeant Beckett hesitates, looking at the human leader in expectation. When he doesn’t offer a name, Beckett sighs and continues, “She was given explicit orders from Sergeant Bishop to observe only. And she has orders to always wear her helmet in the field.”
>Beckett glances at you, giving you big angry eyes. Eye. But then she looks back at the human and her expression softens again. “It was our hope that contact would be more peaceful, and we could return your– patrolman you called him?”
>The chief jerks his head. “Yes. The High Patrol. Our scouts. Is he hurt?”
>Last you saw, he was perfectly fine. Sergeant Beckett saw to that. Made sure only married women guarded the feral.
>”Not at all! In fact, he’s been fed and seen to by our own medics. Your man is in good paws. If you’re injured too, the offer is open.” Beckett leans in toward the chief, then blinks. “The rest of your men too, of course.”
>The chief replies in a flat tone, “My injured are at home already. I will see to them when I am done here. But thank you for the offer..”
>Sergeant Beckett puts her hands on her hips proudly. “We’re not monsters, after all.” A few of the girls laugh at that. They all heard what the ferals called you. You did too.
>But you’re not a monster!
>You just get lonely sometimes. Maybe you sniff the cook tent boy when he’s not looking, but that doesn’t make you a monster.
>”What are you then?” The chief asks.
>Oh shoot, were you talking out loud?
>No, he was just taking a long time to ask his question.
>Sergeant Beckett smiles at the chief feral, and pulls off her helmet. Her ears pop up and she stands a little straighter. “We’re anthros. From Army Group C. We’ve come from the East, looking for a new home.”

>>85525774
>The chief looks even more tired. “You are not the first strangers to try to pass the mountains. Or settle them. You cannot stay in Stanley. The husbandmen will not–”
>”Husbands?!” The snow-leopard, Coronado was her name, snaps her head up and steps toward the chief. “How many?”
>Beckett turns on her like a snake, using her ‘in charge’ voice. Not loud, but with all the authority she can fit in her bunny body. “Private Coronado. Return to our vehicles and tell Corporal Riverside to bring the patrolman. Then remain with the vehicle until I return.”
>Coronado looks like she’s going to argue for a second, but Sergeant Bishop reiterates, “On the double.” And she’s off, running back to the road with her tail tucked between her legs.
>The humans watch her go, and seem to relax a little.
>The one with the mustache still holds his rifle half-ready though.
>At least the chief drops his hand from the knife at his belt.
>Gosh they’re jumpy.
>”Sergeant Bishop, in charge of the outriders.” Beckett introduces your sarge, and then gives the human an apologetic smile. “My apologies again, chief.” She doesn’t try to get his name this time, “The road has been long, and some of the girls are at the end of their ropes. You know how it is. Long hours, stress. It gets to you.”
>The chief takes another breath, and his breath has another hitch. “Yes.”
>Sergeant Beckett flinches. “If you’re hurt, you really don’t need to stand. I’m happy to sit and talk.”
>You look closer at Sarge’s face. She looks worried, anyone would be, seeing a man in pain. But she’s biting her lip a little.
>Oh boy.
>”I do not have the time. I must return to my people.” The way he’s talking, you can tell the chief isn’t getting it. But that’s human men for you. He just goes on, “Take your own people back east. These mountains will kill them, whatever they are.”
>”Anthros, chief. We’re tough enough to handle anything your mountains can throw at us.” Beckett crosses her arms proudly.

>Sergeant Bishop snorts and nods her approval. “Damn right. We’re not scared of a bunch of savages in face paint.”
>The others whoop and bare fangs.
>You get caught up in it too, gekkering and lashing your tail hard.
>You’re no wimp!
>You’re a rough-riding anthro rifle-woman and an outrider!
>The ferals all gasp and ready their weapons. The one with the crossbow even points it right at you!
>For a second, you and him stare at each other, aiming at each other.
>This is why men shouldn’t fight. Way too jumpy, way too easy to scare.
>”Sergeant Bishop! Control your women! Press, lower that weapon now!” Beckett practically jumps, throwing her arms up to wave all the outriders off. “What do you think you’re doing?!”
>She’s usually a lot calmer than this, from what you’ve seen.
>She even stamps her foot on the ground over and over.
>”As liaison to the command staff, it’s my duty to keep them apprised of everything the forward element encounters! What will they think when they hear you started a gunfight out of first contact with the first friendly locals in all of the Rockies?”
>Her voice raises to an indignant squeak at the end.
>Everyone stares at her. The outriders in surprise, the ferals in confusion.
>Then the moment passes. Bishop clears her throat. “Thank you Staff Sergeant. You’re right. At ease.”
>You let your rifle hang on its sling. You really didn’t want to shoot the ferals, even if they’re not very cute.
>They’re just silly humans who don’t even know what anthros are.
>They even look relieved as they point their guns at the ground again, shuffling their feet and sighing. Except the mustache man who glowers darkly at Bishop, and the chief that just looks even more tired.
>The next few seconds of shuffling silence are broken by the rumble of an engine. One of the outrider scout cars approaches with Specialist Foley, the bovine medic, behind the wheel. Coronado lounges in the back bed, and the human in the police-man’s uniform sits in the passenger’s seat.

>>85525792
>”Hey boys!” Coronado calls, clearly not taking in the tense atmosphere. “Anyone want to ride with mama?”
>Beckett looks angry, but just waves to Foley. “Medic, how is he?”
>”Fine. Plenty fine.” Foley lows, rubbing the patrolman’s shoulder. “I made sure of it.”
>He can’t get out of the car fast enough, scrambling away from Coronado and Foley’s groping paws.
>He confers with the other ferals in a panicky whisper. You catch a few words over the wind. “Put her hands— Don’t get left alone— Thousands of them!”
>”We are leaving.” The chief announces suddenly. “There are pirates on the road to the west. All the way to the Republic of Boise. You will not pass Stanley safely.”
>With eyes trained on you and the other outriders, the ferals all back away toward their trucks.
>Aw look, the two patrolmen got on the same bike.
>Maybe you should have given the other one back…
>”We just letting them go, sarge?” Coronado looks to Bishop for orders.
>Bishop looks to Beckett. It is not a happy look. “If that’s what Staff Sergeant Beckett thinks is best. Beckett?”
>Beckett is staring after the chief, with her one eye wide and round. A nudge from Bishop startles her, and she jumps. “Wait!” Beckett takes off toward the ferals. “Wait, chief!”
>Without thinking, you follow behind her.
>Can’t miss out on the action!
>The chief looks out from the bed of the truck they rode in on. “What is it?”
>Beckett comes to a stop right beside him, reaching up holding onto his pant leg. “What’s your name? I have to know–” She stammers, “f-for my report. I need to know your full name.”
>The chief looks at her like she’s even stranger than when they first met. ”Chief. My name is Chief.”
>”Chief. You’re just Chief?”
>”If you wish to call me that, yes.”
>Beckett sighs. “That’s perfect.”

>>85525801
>80
>Another strange look from the feral, and then he turns and slaps the roof of the truck’s cab. It roars off in a spray of stones. Sergeant Beckett doesn’t even seem to notice. She wanders back to the scout car. You skip along beside her, unable to hide your smirk.
>You were suspicious at first, but that last little question confirmed it.
>Bishop gives you a side-eye as Beckett passes her to climb into the scout car. “Fuck was that about?”
>You snicker. “Don’t you have a nose, sarge? Sergeant Beckett is in love!”


STORYxUPDATE
>Sergeant Beckett: The Deliverance of the Chief of Stanley by the Valiant Beckett Beckett Ch.2
https://archiveofourown.org/works/92322636/chapters/248727231

Okay! Chapter two! Trying something funny with perspectives, hopefully it all works out! The two meet, and sparks will fly! As always, hope you enjoy!