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11 years ago
Since I haven't been very productive recently, I'm once again going to open the floor to free short requests and suggestions. Like the first time I did this, I'll be providing a scene (a few paragraphs) based around the outline that you give me to work with. I'll be working within the theme you give me off the top of my head and what ideas my mind comes up with, so please don't ask for the request to include any specific character.
Species and basic physical details are fine, but a request for a story about Gene Ric the Unicorn-Wolf Sparklehybrid (Copyright Random Furry) may end up being written about a generic (see what I did there?) wolf. Mostly this is because a few paragraphs isn't a lot of space to include a lot of personal details about the characters involved.
Finally, because last time I got in over my head and some people's requests weren't completed, I can only guarantee that I'll be writing the first 5 (five) requests I receive. If you don't make it into that number, feel free to make the request anyway, since I'll probably write it if I think the idea sounds interesting.
All I'll need is the following information:
Theme: Whether you want it relatively tame or frighteningly extreme. Basically, will the result you want end up General, Mature or Adult.
Description (Optional): A sentence or so roughly outlining the scene you had in mind.
Kinks: A list of the kinks that you want to show up in your scene. I’ll do my best to be accommodating and to include as many of them as I can, but try to limit this to what can reasonably be shown in a few paragraphs.
As usual, I’m open minded toward many different kinks, but I won’t write anything involving vomit or scat. At the moment, I’m also going to restrict requests to male/male content.
SHOWER ME WITH YOUR KINKY IDEAS
Here's an example from the first set of requests, using the request provided by
aekrilos, who does this sort of thing with a lot more creativity and regularity than I do:
Theme: Adult (of course it is)
Description: Musclegut Hyena decides to prey on a cute coyote after hours in the gym locker room , noticing the boner the latter would sprout on seeing him towel off.
Kinks: Humiliation, noncon/dubcon, musk/sweat play, facesitting and forced rimming.
“You think I haven’t noticed you checking me out bitch?” The hyena growled, pounding his huge fist against the locker with a slamming sound that made the coyote whimper in fear. The scruffy furred male wasn’t all that much taller than the coyote, but his broad, muscular shoulders and his thick belly meant that he must have weighed at least twice as much. Getting glimpses of the beefy male was one of the reasons the coyote came to the all-night gym so late. He hadn’t expected to get such a close look though, or that the hyena might have noticed his admiration.
The canine’s tail swept between his legs as the hyena grabbed his chin, his hand still holding the damp, sweaty towel he’d been using to wipe himself down. The potent, sour smell made the coyote’s nose burn, and his ears flattened at the fangs revealed by the hyena’s deep throated growl.
“You’re always staring at my ass,” the hyena grunted. “It’s why you fucking come here isn’t it?”
“I-I’m sorry!” The coyote whimpered, only to hesitate in shock as the rumbling growl changed to laughter… raucous but without any obvious anger.
“Sorry?” The hyena asked, and grabbed the coyote’s shoulders with his strong hands. “It’s too fucking late to be sorry, so how ‘bout a closer look instead?”
Moments later, the coyote landed on the floor on his back, gasping in surprise and blinking up at the massive body looming over him. He only had time for a single yelp of protest before the hyena dropped down onto his knees, his weight squashing down over the coyote’s face and muffling his call for help with a face full of thick, sweaty fur. The weight of the aggressive male was unbearable, smothering his muzzle and crushing him against the floor as he struggled desperately.
“Sniff my ass like the dog you are!” the hyena growled, and with a helpless whine the coyote obeyed him, his head swimming as he inhaled, almost gagging at the sour, reeking stench of sweat and musk. It smelt horrible, he couldn’t breathe under the smothering weight of the hyena’s ass, and the worst part was the feel of his erection slipping free from his sheathe, and the rumbling laugh that the sight of it drew out of the hyena. “What a fucking slut. Since you love my asshole so much, you can lick it too. Better hurry pup, you’re not getting any air until I cum…”
Species and basic physical details are fine, but a request for a story about Gene Ric the Unicorn-Wolf Sparklehybrid (Copyright Random Furry) may end up being written about a generic (see what I did there?) wolf. Mostly this is because a few paragraphs isn't a lot of space to include a lot of personal details about the characters involved.
Finally, because last time I got in over my head and some people's requests weren't completed, I can only guarantee that I'll be writing the first 5 (five) requests I receive. If you don't make it into that number, feel free to make the request anyway, since I'll probably write it if I think the idea sounds interesting.
All I'll need is the following information:
Theme: Whether you want it relatively tame or frighteningly extreme. Basically, will the result you want end up General, Mature or Adult.
Description (Optional): A sentence or so roughly outlining the scene you had in mind.
Kinks: A list of the kinks that you want to show up in your scene. I’ll do my best to be accommodating and to include as many of them as I can, but try to limit this to what can reasonably be shown in a few paragraphs.
As usual, I’m open minded toward many different kinks, but I won’t write anything involving vomit or scat. At the moment, I’m also going to restrict requests to male/male content.
SHOWER ME WITH YOUR KINKY IDEAS
Here's an example from the first set of requests, using the request provided by
aekrilos, who does this sort of thing with a lot more creativity and regularity than I do: Theme: Adult (of course it is)
Description: Musclegut Hyena decides to prey on a cute coyote after hours in the gym locker room , noticing the boner the latter would sprout on seeing him towel off.
Kinks: Humiliation, noncon/dubcon, musk/sweat play, facesitting and forced rimming.
“You think I haven’t noticed you checking me out bitch?” The hyena growled, pounding his huge fist against the locker with a slamming sound that made the coyote whimper in fear. The scruffy furred male wasn’t all that much taller than the coyote, but his broad, muscular shoulders and his thick belly meant that he must have weighed at least twice as much. Getting glimpses of the beefy male was one of the reasons the coyote came to the all-night gym so late. He hadn’t expected to get such a close look though, or that the hyena might have noticed his admiration.
The canine’s tail swept between his legs as the hyena grabbed his chin, his hand still holding the damp, sweaty towel he’d been using to wipe himself down. The potent, sour smell made the coyote’s nose burn, and his ears flattened at the fangs revealed by the hyena’s deep throated growl.
“You’re always staring at my ass,” the hyena grunted. “It’s why you fucking come here isn’t it?”
“I-I’m sorry!” The coyote whimpered, only to hesitate in shock as the rumbling growl changed to laughter… raucous but without any obvious anger.
“Sorry?” The hyena asked, and grabbed the coyote’s shoulders with his strong hands. “It’s too fucking late to be sorry, so how ‘bout a closer look instead?”
Moments later, the coyote landed on the floor on his back, gasping in surprise and blinking up at the massive body looming over him. He only had time for a single yelp of protest before the hyena dropped down onto his knees, his weight squashing down over the coyote’s face and muffling his call for help with a face full of thick, sweaty fur. The weight of the aggressive male was unbearable, smothering his muzzle and crushing him against the floor as he struggled desperately.
“Sniff my ass like the dog you are!” the hyena growled, and with a helpless whine the coyote obeyed him, his head swimming as he inhaled, almost gagging at the sour, reeking stench of sweat and musk. It smelt horrible, he couldn’t breathe under the smothering weight of the hyena’s ass, and the worst part was the feel of his erection slipping free from his sheathe, and the rumbling laugh that the sight of it drew out of the hyena. “What a fucking slut. Since you love my asshole so much, you can lick it too. Better hurry pup, you’re not getting any air until I cum…”
Description (Optional): A blue folf (with hexagons) gets permanently made into a rubber pup by his handler
Kinks: pup play, rubber/leather, humilation/control and heavy bondage
Request will definitely be about a folf (and I already have some ideas), colour and geometric fur patterns might end up left to the reader's imagination
The folf grinned and shivered as the leopard rubbed his stomach. It didn’t matter that the thick rubber catsuit the big cat insisted on him wearing made it hard to feel the feline’s individual fingers and kept his tickling claws away, a belly rub was still a belly rub, and still enough to send the folf’s mind swimming with arousal and eagerness. Besides, the smooth, lubricated rubber sliding over his stomach might have felt even better than the leopard’s paw. It didn’t seem to be having any trouble getting him hard.
Ever since his first session as the leopard’s puppy, the cat always started off with a belly rub. Sometimes it was only a minute or two, sometimes the leopard kept it up for almost half an hour. The unspoken rule between them was that when the rub was over, the folf was a puppy. He wouldn’t stand, wouldn’t speak, wouldn’t do anything that a horny, excited dog wouldn’t do. Those weekend meetings had quickly become the highlight of the folf’s weeks. He found himself fantasizing about being a puppy when he was at class, thinking of the leopard when he was out shopping, even spending his time in his own apartment naked and on all fours. The leopard had given him a doggy bed for his birthday, and he slept on it every night. He hadn’t used his own bed or couch for months. Animals like him belonged on the floor…
The catsuit had only started a month ago though, at the start of summer break when he’d begun to spend almost as much time at the leopard’s house as his own apartment. It hadn’t taken him long to get used to it, to think of suiting up as part of his initiation ritual. He’d already known that the leopard had a fetish for rubber almost as strong as his fetish for pet play, and the folf had long since gotten used to wearing a collar and thick, padded fist mitts made out of that material.
Tonight, though, his handler really seemed to be going all-out. Not just the regular catsuit, but a heavy rubber hood, fist mitts, thick knee-pads and a thick rubber harness that kept him from standing and made stretching out his arms tug uncomfortably on his neck and balls. The leopard had rubber his belly and whispered praise to him as each piece when on, brushing something thick and gooey onto the catsuit underneath each new layer of bondage. Caught up in the belly rub, whimpering each time the leopard’s stroking hand “accidentally” brushed over his erection, he didn’t pay any attention to that. Not until he opened his eyes and saw the leopard set down the jar and brush beside him, and the part of his mind that was always a person recognized the words “glue” and “permanently binding” on the label.
The folf tried to sit up, but the leopard’s hands on his shoulders shoved him down onto his back again before he could get away. Playful, smug blue eyes looked down into his confused and nervous expression, and then the feline’s hand was cupping around his balls, making him wiggle and groan even as anxiety fought arousal.
“It’s better this way pup,” the leopard purred, “In fifteen minutes that glue will dry, and you’ll be my doggy forever. No more waiting for the weekend, no more responsibilities, no need to think or work. Just a rubber puppy, an animal, just like you’ve always known you were. Lay back and let go of being a person… we both like you better when you aren’t one...”
The folf’s tail started to wag behind him, and as the leopard grinned and stroked his cock, they both knew that he was right.
Description: Twink fox leads on jock cougar and instead of taking ends up giving it to poor cougar.
Kinks: Slight humiliation, first time (for cougar)
And he’s all mine, the fox thought with a grin as the cougar squirmed and looked up questioningly. His thick muzzle and brown eyes held that perfect expression of dumb self-confidence, and the broad grin he gave the fox as the vulpine leaned in and pressed his tongue against that magnificent cock again was everything the fox could have hoped for. The puma had practically purred at the offer of casual sex, and it had been almost painfully easy to convince him to try the fluffy but very strong cuffs that currently had his arms and legs spread on the fox’s bed, binding him to the four posts making up the bedframe.
The cougar was into it too, that was the best part. The jock’s erection had already been swollen by the time the last cuff had clicked shut, and he’d barely had to touch the cougar’s dick with his tongue to get him moaning. The fox was pretty sure he could have left him groaning and sticky in less than a minute, but what would have been the fun in that? And so he’d gotten to work, a lick here, a bit of gentle sucking, and the minutes had crawled by for the jock, his grunts and sighs getting more and more desperate, his twitching and tugging against the cuffs getting more and more powerful.
Yeah, the fox thought, he’s mine alright, and with that triumphant thought he dipped his fingers into the small bowl he’d left on the nightstand and gently pressed one cool, slippery finger up against the cougar’s warm behind. He wasn’t disappointed. The jock’s head flew up and his eyes shot open. Even better, his dick twitched against the fox’s slender muzzle so hard that for a second the fox wondered if he’d accidently made him climax.
“What the fuck? No! Dude, you ca-aaannn…” The big cat’s protest cut off in a strangled yowl as the fox’s finger slipped inside, the anal ring tightening around it, the cougar’s whole body tensing underneath the grinning fox. Judging by how tight it felt, this was definitely not something that the jock was used to. The groan didn’t take long to fade, but he managed to get a choking whimper out of the helpless guy by gently pulling his finger almost out and then sliding it back in. By now the jock’s eyes were wide and his claws were impotently poking free. As the cougar growled and opened his mouth, maybe to shout, maybe to threaten, the fox silenced him with a few quiet words.
“I wouldn’t yell if I were you. Not unless you want the whole dorm running in to see you handcuffed and horny in my bed,”
“Are you fucking serious?” the cougar growled through clenched teeth. “Take it out. Now.”
“Temper, temper,” The fox replied back, and made the jock yowl again as he slid a second finger in alongside the first. The big guy was already loosening up, no matter how much he might be complaining. Still, the stick was a lot more fun when you gave the victim a carrot with it, so while the cougar whimpered and tried helplessly to edge away, the fox leaned down and wrapped his muzzle around the still hard erection. That made the cougar’s ass clench too, but it certainly shut up the protests.
Sitting back up and making a show out of licking the pre off his muzzle, the fox gave the panting, sweating jock a smug smile. “Here’s what I’ll do stud. I can take those fingers out of your virgin hole and leave you tied up ‘till that erection goes away, or I can keep giving you the best blowjob of your life… the second you beg me to fuck you like the submissive little kitten you are.”
It just took one look at the cougar’s pained, confused expression to figure out what the guy’s answer was going to be, and the fox grinned as he reached for the lube to get himself ready for it. Oh yes, cats were definitely fun… you just needed to know how to make them want what you wanted….
Description: A young polar bear who happens to work in a bookstore looses a book he was supposed to put on a shelf just as his boss a tall wolf is coming around the corner.
Now he's fucked. Butt fucked.
Kinks: Books
a horse is more likely to own a book store.
Sweat trickled down the polar bear’s face as his claws scratched at the worn, dusty wooden floor, his hand closing at last over the errant encyclopedia. Got you, he thought with relief, now to put you back in your place before…
“What’ve I told you about dropping my books?”
The deep, rumbling voice made the polar bear jerk upright, almost hitting his head on the bookshelf just above it. Damn! He knew that his boss had been upstairs a minute ago, but it seemed to the bear that the Frisian horse’s long, pointed ears seemed could have heard a book hit the floor from a mile away. For a second he considered trying to talk his way out of the inevitable punishment. After all, there must have been at least a hundred perfectly good reasons to be on his hands and knees, head ducked under a bookshelf. He wished he could think of any of them now.
The bear flinched as a shadow fell across his body and thick, stumpy fingers groped in the waistband of his pants. He could hear the horse’s breathing now, and even with the dust he could smell his arousal. The boss had probably been jacking off in his office before he’d sensed his assistant’s mistake. Trying not to beg or shiver, the bear bit his lip as his pants slid down around his ankles, and something heavy and warm flopped against his side.
“How many pages this time?”
There was no point in lying, the horse would know. He always knew. With a muffled groan, the bear opened the hateful book with a shaking hand. It was hard to make out the page numbers in the gloom, and when he did he could feel his heart sinking.
“Uh… Eight… eight hundred and thirty three,”
The horse let out a braying laugh. “Damn boy, I didn’t know you were that loose yet! Eight inches it is, and just over half an hour. Look on the bright side though; at least you have something to read down there,”
The polar bear barely heard him, because his attention was focused entirely on the thick, slippery finger the horse drove deep into his tightly clenched ass. He managed to bite back a shout of pain, but couldn’t keep his leg from kicking out… right against the library cart he’d been using before he’d dropped the encyclopedia. The sound of crashing metal and tumbling books took a while to die away… and the bear flushed and quivered as his boss snorted happily and wiggled his finger around.
“Looks like you just volunteered for some overtime kid. Boy are you gonna be sore tonight…”
How's about an extremely adult one?
Description (Optional): border collie gets himself caught by the detective looking into his frat house, and submitted to an interrogation?
Kinks: Entrapment, embarrassed lust, musk, maybe some ballbusting ?
Ignoring an unkind comment about his mother, he looked down at the angry canine. Young of course, college guys usually were, and a little bit on the scrawny side for his fraternity. Probably a runner then, not that he’d be running far with the handcuffs locking his wrists to the back of the stained and scarred old chair, or running fast either with the spreader bar keeping his legs nice and open. The kid was pretty good looking though; clean and handsome even with his hackles up and his nice white teeth flashing in a growl. That was ok too, the hyena had nothing against good looking, though with his unwashed fur, bristly mane and sagging belly he wasn’t likely to be described that way himself.
He wasn’t the one in the chair though, and his ears were getting tired of waiting for the mutt to figure that out. Sighing, he took a last draw on the cigar and watched the dog’s eyes widen as he lowered it toward the canine’s exposed groin. The growling stopped, and so did the cursing, and the hyena felt a glow of pleasure as the dog’s expression went from furious to fearful. He flinched beautifully as the cigar burned into the wood less than an inch from his fuzzy little balls, flaring briefly before it was snuffed out. The hyena savored the relief that flashed across the mutt’s face… it’d make the screams after the next cigar even more satisfying.
“If you like talking so much, why not try answering my questions?”
Fear was replaced by confusion, and then anger again as the collie strained against the handcuffs.
“What answers?! There’s no secret basement in the frat house! There’s no conspiracy! You’re fucking crazy and there’s no way you can keep me here, you aren’t even a real cop-” the mutt’s protest cut off in a yelp as the hyena’s hand wrapped around his muzzle. The dog rallied quickly, this was going to take a longer time than he’d expected. Lucky he’d come prepared.
“Kid, my momma washed my muzzle out with soap when I swore, but why waste good soap on a filthy mouth like yours? Filth comes out, filth goes in, get it?” The hyena grunted, and wrenching the dog’s jaws open, shoved in a stained rag he’d prepared specially for the occasion. It hadn’t been easy, the thing had spent a week in one of his boots, been tucked under his armpit for hours at the gym, had even rode uncomfortably up his ass crack on long drives and stake outs. The thing stank from across a big room with open windows, he had no idea what it must have tasted like, but he’d make sure his captive knew. He had to admit that the choking whimper was especially satisfying. So were the tears, and the way the dog’s nose wrinkled as he squirmed and tried to spit the rag back into the hyena’s hand.
What he hadn’t expected was the bright pink tip of the collie’s erection, poking out of his sheath and swelling slowly as the dog frantically struggled to get his tongue away from the overpoweringly musky cloth. It took the collie awhile to notice what the hyena was grinning at, and when he finally did his body sagged against the chair, humiliated horror showing from his drooping ears to the adorable way his tail curled up underneath him.
The hyena’s laugh was cruel and quiet, and he took advantage of the dog’s distraction to grab a roll of duct tape from among the tools piled on the nearby table. A few quick strips were enough to seal the mutt’s mouth around the rancid cloth, and enough to muffle any more protests. They’d hurt like a bitch coming off, but that fun, and the rest of the interrogation, could wait until the morning. Ignoring the pleading look in the collie’s eyes, the hyena pulled off his shirt and reached for his belt, wondering what kind of sound the thick leather would make against the gagged dog’s balls. He had all night to find out, and if he liked the answers he got from the dog’s cock, then hell, why not all day tomorrow too?
Rough.
Wow.
I love it.
I need to write more things for you, I do.
Kink that I hace a weakness for is footpaws and footwear scent
the,e adult
description - a bunny (Niel) wants sex, he's been wanting it so long, yet never got the nerve to ask. I leave it to you it it be that he asks, or it is thrust into him...
I love bondage and foot paws/footwrar...
A gentle brush of the bear’s thick fingers over the rabbit’s erection summoned a bout of squirming, this time hard enough to shake the bed despite both of their weight. The bear grunted, looking over his shoulder at the rabbit’s helpless grin.
“Are you gonna stop squirming soon, or do I need to go and find some more rope?”
“I’m sorry, I” the rabbit started in a quiet voice, cutting off with a squeak as the bear shifted his foot to cover the bunny’s mouth. The guy’s nose and whiskers tickled his thick toes, and he thought he made out a muffled whimper as the massive foot concealed the rabbit’s expression. That was pretty funny, but what was even funnier was the way the rabbit’s hips twitched and the trickle of pre that dripped down his erection as soon as the smell of the bear’s feet hit his nose.
“Hmm…” the bear growled, pressing his foot harder against the bunny’s face and ignoring the way his roommate tugged at the restraints. “You know, I think we’ve found a winning strategy here…” Any complaints the rabbit felt like making were softened into adorable squeaks by the bear’s thick, sweaty soles, and the thrashing ebbed into a gentle quiver as the bear set to work, stroking the rabbit’s cock and bringing his other hand up to fondle the rabbit’s fuzzy balls, toying with them almost thoughtfully. He waited until he could almost feel the rabbit’s climax coming, and then stopped abruptly, waiting a few seconds for the eager, horny squirming to start up again.
“You know,” he grunted over the rabbit’s muffled begging, “I can’t help feeling like I’m doing all of the work here… But I bet I could keep going if you stop sniffing that foot and start cleaning it instead…”
Description: Raccoon new to collegiate life quickly gets in over his head with his new musclegut (insert species here) roommate who's determined to show him who is in charge for the year.
Kinks: Humiliation, dominance, musk/breath play, muscles, anything else that sounds fun to write about ^_-
Description: A rat's blind date decides to use him as a squeaky toy
Kinks: Bondage, mummification, sensation play
Description: Follow a certain lynx through his day as a puppy/maid to his grey wolf master
Kinks: Bondage (light-extreme), teasing, humiliation, chastity, puppy play
Always love these ~<3