Rating:Adult
Theme: Bowser finds cursed catsuit and gets punished

Kinks:living suit,symbiote,force fed,dutch oven, power bottom,tf into meowser, losing self-control.self groping

The king of koopas could feel the humiliation burning all through his face. Here he was, trapped in a strange cat suit, having been unable to resist it's compulsions , it's... It's -urges-. The suit had forced him to eat nearly a metric ton of disgusting cat food, and now he could feel it rumbling in his stomach, not agreeing with his system one bit. Even worse was the way his own hands continued to rub over his crotch and spread his ass, an -ache- developing for something -big- to come take him. But the koopa king still struggled, still tried to fight the bizarre sensations offered to him by the suit. In order to fight them off, however, he did have to concede others.

Like the strange compulsion to seal himself underneath a heavy wool blanket. It was odd, and the air was almost unbearably warm.. But Bowser knew that if he tried to fight that one too he'd find himself rubbing at his crotch again and wantonly moaning.

And that's when the cat food kicked in.

He barely noticed at first, just a soft hiss of air... But he quickly realized what that hiss was, when the stench of it burned his nose with each breath. It was horrifying, it was almost painful in its stench... And it was only the first of many , he knew.

But he had to endure, he knew he couldn't resist everything the suit tried to make him do at once. If he escaped from this he'd find himself spreading his ass to anyone around, desperate for attention... All he could do was wait and suffer under the blanket, trying to gauge how much of the gas in his belly had been relieved by the horrible weaponized gas.

Probably about... A fiftieth.

Yay I love bowser acting like a sub it's so cute. Thanks for the request man.

Rating: Mature
Theme: Twin lions rest in a hammock together, a neighbor's camera on them
Kinks: Twins, slumber, peeking, unaware, no sex

Also, I hope that things are going well for you dude.

The goat sighed as he looked at the pair. Beautiful. Perfectly sculpted examples of masculinity, entangled almost like lovers in their sleep. One lion rested his head on his brother's chest, their arms and legs a tangle as the hammock swayed in the soft breeze.

And the neighbor caught it all on camera. The way their breathe made chiseled chests rise and fall, the way their sunbathing thongs barely covered any part of their iron like bubble butts. This video was going to entertain him for a long time, indeed. Maybe he'd sell it to someone too.

I kept thinking I'd posted a thank you here, and when I checked, I hadn't. Sorry dude, and thank you very much for your continued quick works.

Remind me about this x3

Yay! :D (I had a request in mind for this, but it doesn't fit the theme, so here's this one)

Rating: Adult

Theme: Meggido (snake or owl) punishes a slave.

Kinks: Whipping, ball busting/squeezing, musk, pit sniffing/licking, farting, rimming, facesitting

The skunk winced as his balls were crushed by strong fingers, his cries of pain muffled by a sweat stained pit of dank feathers. Flexing his arm and keeping the slave pressed well against him, the owl's fingers clenched even further, deforming the shapely plums within their vulnerable sack.

After a few minutes, the avian dropped the black and white fur, forcing him onto his back with a taloned foot and reaching for a crop. "Don't worry, slut: when I'm done with you there won't be any question in your mind about what you're allowed to do and not. " he said, raising his tail and sitting down directly on the skunk's face. Sweat and musk assaulted the smaller anthro's nose like burning fire, but even that was nothing compared to the pain that exploded in his bruised balls from the crop's downward blow.

"Better get started with your tongue, if you want this to stop before your eggs are permanently scrambled..."

And then, the avian thought it a good idea to remind the desperately lapping skunk of the scent of five alarm chili, a heavy hiss escaping through the puckered star.

"Deep breathes, slut, or I'll think you aren't appreciating the lesson~"

Eeeeeeee~ :D

The mobster sipped from his glass, swished the thick red liquid around a bit and then sipped once more.

Half lidded eyes looked on at his two captives, the pair gasping and positively drenched in sweat as they tried oh so very hard not to move. "Oh come now, we all know you're both going to give in shortly. You can barely keep a straight face you're so overcome with want." he teased, idly flicking a touch pad inlaid in the arm of his solid oak chair. Every swipe, every touch made his would be arresters twitch and moan, the mafioso's fingers playing with the controls of the electric nipple clamps, the suction tubes on their aching cocks and the thick, vibrating, thrusting rods fitted inside of them.

Kneeling as he was forced to from the bonds, Dervish grunted in his ball gag, trying to resist, trying to keep himself from giving in to the pleasure... but there he was, arching his back and forcing himself down on the motorized shaft, his cock exploding again and filling the collection chamber for what seemed like the twelfth time that hour alone. The blinders on his eyes prevented him from looking at his partner, and the restraints on his neck and temples kept his gaze firmly on the nude mobster who alternated his free hand between slowly stroking himself and playing with the settings to all those infernal devices.

"When you start begging me for relief... that's when the real fun starts, boys. But in the meantime, let's see how many jugs of fresh 'milk' I can get out of you two..."

Glad you enjoyed ;> I honestly went through like eight different situations for them to be in before I settled on one I really liked (and thought you'd appreciate)

Two had to do with them being in bondage that required them to pop a squat or do a situp to escape one sensation, but it would make another happen instead. Another three ideas had to do with electrodes that only activated if they did, but each movement they made was replicated on their partner's body (Dervish's cock movements being linked to the other's ass probe, and vice versa, as well as having the other milking device linked to Dervish's ass movements) in various way.

One of the last two involved hanging from the ceiling and being a whip/feather duster target while being milked onto his partner, who was being electrostimmed just about every where you could think off, and the last had Dervish acting as a chair for the mobster's ass while he made himself thoroughly comfortable, with every sound he made activating the milking and electrostim parts on his partner, and his noises in turn activating the vibe inside Dervish.

Rating: Adult (Big Surprise)
Theme: Weasels masturbating on the 'good' couch must be punished!
Kinks: Frat Boys, Humiliation, Teasing, Chastity Device, Orgasm Denial, Etc…

The resident bitch boys of Kappa Upsilon Mu shuddered as the heavy frame was put back down, the shock of it landing on it's stand sending a heavy jolt through both of the weasel's asses. It had been a fantastic idea, really, to make their punishment (something which came often as of late, thanks to how much the other frat boys enjoyed administering it) part of their exercise routine.

The set up was simple. a standard barbell, underweighted but featuring -very- thick, vibrating horse cocks. With all of their weight sitting down on the massive buzzing invaders, the weasels couldn't help but squirm, the crushing weight on their prostates making their cocks struggle to fill and harden.

Of course, bitch boys were kept in constant chastity when they weren't being given their monthly milking, and that only if they managed to stay out of trouble all month long, so both of them were leaking precum as their cocks strained against too small cages, their balls swollen and painfully sensitive.

The pressure on all counts only got worse once the next frat boy in line took his place on the bench underneath the barbell, grunting as he pushed both weasels up... and against the sweaty asses of the two previous weight lifters. A simple platform with holes cut into it that they could sit on so their muscular, sweat covered rears would be pressed directly on the punishees faces while the studs relaxed and cooled down.

"I think I'll try my hand at a new record this time, guys. What's the last one?"

"518 slow reps, ten seconds up and ten seconds down."
"I hope you don't mind having weasel up your ass that long then."
"All good, I've been aching for a good licking. Hey bitch boys, if you manage to make me cum I'll let you lick up the mess instead of wiping it clean with your noses."

A pair of whimpers, frightened, lustful and desperate, accompanied the sound of the barbell being taken off of its stand, the workout continuing.

"Cheer up guys, the gym's only scheduled until... well, it's booked solid until christmas, but we'll give you breaks every night... well, we'll shove you in the gym bags and let you sleep, anyway. Just try not to move too much, that attracts the guys who like to ... add their scent to bitches when no one's around."

That's some creative (and awesome) gear! :P

I like to think the top of it is like a couch they relax on and watch tv or something while they cool down and wait for their next turn down below. Possibly includes milking toys to give the weasels a snack.

Even better, gotta feed the weasels right? :P

Question for our host here (You) - Any future plans of getting any more art of your characters? I particularly really like Your Owlsona. If its not creepy to say, (Some people get offended by such things) he's pretty sexy ;)
And weird question, if you ever met any of your characters in real life, whats the first thing you would do, and do yo think you'd get along?

The mind is willing but the wallet is weak.
My owl's probably not going to be getting a lot of attention, since I'm using the snake at the moment (and even he's coming to the end of his time).

I've always assumed that anyone identical to myself would immediately be an awesome friend and sexual exploration partner. Probably watch anime, movies, and cuddle naughtily.

Rating: Adult

Theme: A living bed sets itself up for the night (three furs + dom)

Kinks: Objectification, farting, domination, arousal, humiliation

"Come on guys, this isn't what I signed up for..." the bloodhound whined, forced down into the comfy yet stifling padded pit by the bull and eagle, the experienced pair sitting themselves down on his arms as they slide in too.

"This is exactly what you signed up for, man." the avian chuckled, pulling the heavy wool blanket over all three of them just as the bell rang out, the signal that the Master was coming in.

The hound whined, his nose already overloaded with the scents and stench that had sunken into the fabric , struggling against his two coworkers. It didn't take long for their chubby gator of a boss to cross the room and sit himself down on the trio, his rotund cheeks pressing down directly on the newcomer's face and forcing his wool covered muzzle up against a winking pucker.

"Is my new bed board still complainin'? Well, I'll cure ya of that yet... I've come early for a bit of bedside reading before turning in tonight." the gator said, grinding down eagerly and sighing as he saw the lump further down the bed. He grinned and opened his book, the first hissing breath of his fowl gas escaping him while his foot reached for the tented wool, scaled toes pressing against the canine's hard cock.

"Looks like ye're getting used to it... no messing up the blanket though, I just had it cleaned three months ago."

Ohh that's lovely as ever!!

Oh man, how have I not titled a story "Hitting the Sack" yet? That's going on my to-do list.

Rating: Adult
Theme: "I mean, they look like a punching bag. Free workout!"
Kinks: Ballbusting, relationships, teasing, home fitness

...aaaand I just wrote my own take on this. I'm still curious to see what you come up with, though. I'll post my version as a reply! :)

Decided to post this now, since I'm likely to be out of contact for a few weeks :)

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"You know, speed bags have that shape for a reason." The lioness threw another right hook, the bag swinging sharply with the impact. "It's not like somebody thought it up from scratch. Nature perfected the design ages ago."

Above her, the bull let out a guttural groan, his abdomen rippling in barely contained agony. His knuckles were white as he gripped the edges of the chair, his legs spread wide, his rear perched on the edge of the seat to let his testicles dangle low in the open air. "Gina, please–!"

Thump thump. The female glanced upwards from her cross-legged position on the floor, a frown on her face. "Honey, I thought we agreed about this! We were going to start working out more."

"This wasn't what I had in mind," the male coughed. Sure, working out together as a couple had sounded fun – and when she had thrown in the idea of doing it in the nude, his libido had jumped at the chance. Now, though, he was beginning to wonder if his libido would ever jump again.

The stocky feline shook her head, turning back to her work. A jab-cross combination this time, earning a strained grunt from her man. "We talked through this, love. It's like a gym membership AND self-defense classes AND together time all in one. Three birds with one stone." She glanced down at her boyfriend's groin and grinned. "Er, two stones, rather."

The male started to stutter a reply, but could only get out a squeak as his naked girlfriend slammed an uppercut between his thighs. Her knuckles pounded his heavy calfmakers up against the underside of the chair, digging deep dents in the side of each orb. He could almost picture his unborn children, wiped out by the millions with each blow.

"Besides," she continued, brushing the hair from her eyes, "I read in Cosmo that all these nut-punches in a row are supposed to give you, like, CRAZY endorphins. It's like runner's high times a thousand. I'm kinda jealous."

Another punishing uppercut, and the edge of the wooden chair splintered in his grip. "STOP," he squeaked, eyes watering and unfocused.

The lioness paused, then lowered her fists reluctantly. "Oh fine, you big baby." She rolled her eyes. "You wanna work on grip strength next, or kickboxing?"

When she'd told him she could find a way to play with his balls during her workout, he hadn't quite believed her. He'd welcomed her to try, of course, but never imagined it would be like this! Whatever magic spell the lovely, long legged dolphin had cast, it had swollen his balls up like basketballs, the skin stretched and sensitive, a simple caress enough to make him want to cum immediately. Unfortunately, the spell came with a side effect (Or feature, depending on who you asked) : No relief. None. Nada. Nothing.

The salamander had asked how this was supposed to work during her workout, but the cetacean had replied by pinning him to the ceiling, spread eagled and with his heavy balls hanging at her eye level.

"I've always wanted to try a speed bag." she giggled, caressing over the taut skin and making her trapped boyfriend buck and grind against the ceiling, desperate and moaning already. Her words sent cold terror through him, but... well, warm fingers easily scratched over the stretched orbs and turned his protests to mush.

"Did you want to feel something more, hun?" she asked, voice honey sweet as she leaned in and blew softly on his magic filled spuds. The best answer he managed was a strangled, gurgling moan, his tail flicking about left and right.

"Careful what you wish for~" she told him, reaching back and knocking the heavy sack up with a pair of quick jabs. The force was enough to bend the orbs inward for a moment before the entire bag flew up to slap against his back, smacking with enough strength to bruise. And then the sack fell back (with a shocked scream) back into the oncoming fist, its momentum adding to the force of the punch.

"Let's try for... two hours for a start, that good?"