Posted a new chapter! In this installment, Fluttershy tries her hoof at fulfilling some of Applejack's darker fantasies, but does she have the backbone to pull it off or will her lover just laugh at her attempts to play 'mistress?'

https://www.fimfiction.net/story/11.....d-for-the-tree

http://animakitty.tumblr.com/post/6.....r-in-my-case-a

Didn't turn out too bad for my first stab at it, eh? :K)

The latest (and longest to-date) chapter is up! https://www.fimfiction.net/story/11.....d-for-the-tree Antics and feels!

Another chapter's up! https://www.fimfiction.net/story/11.....d-for-the-tree

Applejack finally gets around to feeding Fluttershy her breakfast.

Like MLP? Have a twitter? Follow my new pony twitter then, DAMN IT!

https://twitter.com/VelvetDivan

Hey, look who finally escaped another furry stereotype and moved out of their parent's place? >,<

I'm now the proud co-renter of a three bedroom apartment, with two other furry friends. The furniture's pretty much all here...except for something to put the TV on. I need some milk crates or something, 6,6

'But Anima,' you might be wondering in less flattering language, 'why did it take you so long to get out on your own?' Eh, there's a laundry list of excuses like commuting from home while going to a community college and working at the same time to make sure I got a degree with a minimum of debt, being unemployed for three years when the recession hit, and a few big financial blows that would have been difficult to weather if I'd been on my own with all the expenses that brings.

Although those are mostly legitimate reasons, at the core I think I just didn't want to deal with a change this serious. The biggest changes in my life have been deeply negative ones. The move to Africa, my time at a university away from home, even every new job I've had over the past 6 years has ended up making me a harder, more bitter person.

Subconsciously, perhaps I resisted moving out because as maddening as living with my folks could be, it was familiar and safe, and wouldn't be another negatively transformative experience for me.

Hopefully this is a change I'll enjoy, that will empower me and bring many great experiences my way. It will certainly make dating a lot less awkward, x,x

I added a nice juicy chapter to my MLP stuffing/weight-gain fan-fic. Things get steamy and sticky between AJ and Fluttershy, at last.

http://www.fimfiction.net/story/111.....d-for-the-tree

I posted the first two chapters of a story I'm working on, http://www.fimfiction.net/story/111.....d-for-the-tree so if you'd like to see Applejack help Fluttershy get fatter, go read and vote and stuff. ;K)

If you ever commission vore art, please take a moment to read this.

http://animakitty.livejournal.com/352160.html

Send props to for my new icon! Thanks again pooch! :K9

I just noticed we've tipped over the 20k pageview mark! We're also coming up on 900 watchers.

Thank you all for your interest, your favorites, and most of all for your comments. Comments are catnip for me.

I've noticed a few more 'favorite removed' notices than usual lately, and I wonder what that's about... Oh well.

Thank you all again for visiting this panther's corner of the web. :K) Don't forget to check out my story-wiki if you haven't already.

But these pics helped! ;K9

Talash cockvore
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/9537013/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/9537035/

Post-vore bear chick
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/9516858/

Shyguy9 Sophie m/f vore comic page
http://aryion.com/g4/view/230875

This whole comic, but these two pages especially: anal vore comic by Stank
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/8794482
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/8794494/

More anal vore,
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/9022831/

RipK slimefur sex,
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/4434413/

Couple pics by Incertusfatum. Love dem bellies...
AV, http://www.furaffinity.net/view/9396780/
Post oral vore, http://www.furaffinity.net/view/8835688/

By TehSean
Hyper Pussy, unbirth, http://www.furaffinity.net/view/9437053/

Goodragon vore
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/8184193/

Hermy bunny beauty,
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/9553328/

Hermy hyper doggy!
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/9417706/

Wiseson has a very sexy character. Hyper, herm, post/pre vore....
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/9388557/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/9388498/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/9364926/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/9220691/

Suppose that will do for now. *pant-pant-pant*

Snowbound at home, and horny. >,<

Swirling thoughts of plump, lust-drizzling pussies, soft round bellies, slippery jutting cocks, hungry dark-lipped maws, thick jiggly-cheeked butts, fluffy bouncy breasts, shining columns of shooting spunk, quivering arching goo-girl bodies, stuffed predator guts writhing with panicked cargo, and fat pouting donut-like equine puckers.

Welcome, new watchers! I take it you enjoyed the comic, and I hope you enjoyed the story I wrote to accompany it as well. If you haven't peeked at it, I encourage you to do so. If you regret it, you may sling cakes at me.

More of my stories are available here in my FA gallery of course, and on my website, www.animakitty.com but the best reading experience can be found on my story wiki, at http://animakitty.pbworks.com/w/pag.....9116/FrontPage where the stories are formatted neatly and conveniently. :K)

Thanks for watching!

It's awesome, and it's doooooooone. Go devour it, my pretties! Lavish praise upon the pinkest of goats, who hath wrought well.

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/8542263/

We wrote from a prompt at my 'Writing for mature audiences' panel at Morphicon. I didn't read what I banged out during that period, as we were pressed for time, but I thought I'd post it here.


I'll always regret the day I never spoke to that cute toucan
who brushed by me at the supermarket--oh--it must've been eight
years ago now. She turned to murmur a nothing-apology, the
barest nod to social niceties, but the rock-skip of her eyes
across mine became more. Her gaze returned, tugged back, and
her feathers puffed at neck and breast ever so slightly. My
own eyes dipped, and roaming desperately, ran across the
contents of her cart. Haagen-Dazs ice-cream pints. Frozen
pizzas...individual-size. Yogurt cups. I didn't need to look
at those fingers curled around the cart handle to know there
was no ring gleaming on them. My eyes shyly drifted back
towards her face, and I turned my body towards her, away from
the gaping grins of Captain Crunch and the salacious wink of
Tony the Tiger. Our eyes met once more, and...no, it wasn't
'electric' like the stories always tell you. There was surely
a connection, and current was flowing, but it was slow, it was
thick, and it was warm. We both opened our mouths to speak,
and--
"PORK CHOPS ARE 1/2 OFF TODAY AND TODAY ONLY!"

Our moment was shattered. Our current interrupted. The harsh
florescent lights reminded us that the world wasn't like that,
wasn't some place where people met people and found happiness
in the cereal aisle. How absurd.

Tomorrow after work I'll be heading to Morphicon, starting four days of fun and hopefully a minimum of drama and awkwardness! :K)

 Sigil is one of the GoHs this year, so I look forward to seeing her again as well as the other regulars to our small, best-little-fur-con-evar.

I will once again be hosting a vore panel, an adult writing panel, and for the first time this year a Nerf gun painting tutorial. That one will depend on the weather quite a bit, 6,6

If you're not going this year, consider making it out next year! It's relaxed, missing the rush and crowds of AC and other hyooge cons, and you never have to worry about crowded elevators or a lack of parking spots. Plus you get to see me of course, the biggest and cuddliest panther extant!

So, did anyone pick up a copy of FANG, vol. 4 at Further Confusion this past weekend?

If not, and you're interested in getting your hands on a nice collection of erotic furry fiction (which happens to include a piece by yours truly) you can order it online from Furplanet here:

http://furplanet.com/shop/item.aspx?itemid=561

Are you going to FC? PLEASE BUY MY BOOK! Well, it's a book in which my work appears, at least. FANG, volume 4!

FANG, for those who don't know, is an anthology of erotic furry fiction in dead-tree format, put out by Bad Dog Books. Roar is their non-erotic anthology. Yes, this is a completely transparent attempt to get you all to buy the book and soak my ego in the buttery warmth of attention and the decadent syrup of accolades, but you get some naughty murry-purry fiction out of the deal. ;K) And who knows? If I ever get anywhere with my writing career, this could well become a great collector's item/blackmail material! See below for an excerpt.




“I know you're not enjoying your work,” she murmured, not needing any great volume in their tiny quarters. “It's hard to imagine who would enjoy nudging asteroid chunks around. We have an opening in my traffic control office...”
Taylor's ears and tail both perked.
“...but it requires a level two math rating.” She hurried on when Taylor tucked his tail. “I can help you study!”
“Thanks Heather. That means a lot to me, and I'd love to study you.” He blinked when she giggled, then groaned. “With you. Let's get something to eat; I must be running on fumes.” Taylor brushed the door controls and let Heather lead the way to the mess hall. They spoke about work on the way, and she shared some of her own rough moments from the first week guiding and approving courses for the mining tugs and repair vessels that the Sojourner and its two sister ships carried.
“Hattie had just finished reminding us about our tag-out and lock-out responsibilities, lecturing to us while we stood in nice orderly ranks, when one of the mechanics got blasted out of a maneuvering thruster she was working on! She rolled fifty feet, finally fetching up against a stack of lube drums, but on the way she bowled over half the working shift! In formation, they were ducks in a row!” Taylor couldn't stop giggling in spite of himself, and Heather's wicked grin only encouraged him.
“Was she alright?” He managed after a moment, brushing a tear from his cheek.
“She hasn't been able to get her fur to lie flat since, and she ralphed on the deck chief who reached her first. Other than that? Sure, she's fine. She had to retake the tag-out training though.” Their laughter preceded them as the pair entered the mess hall, the happy sound dying out as they stepped over the threshold.

Two hoofers lay bleeding on the floor of the mess hall, and Chris stood over them, arm hanging broken at his side. Blood oozed from his left boot, adding to the nearly-black puddle he stood in. Every other hoofer in the hall was grouped in a semi-circle around the scene, some simply mute and horrified witnesses, while others gripped tools or serving trays and glared at the injured canine-type. Behind Chris, the other canines had arrayed themselves, but there was no more unity among their ranks. Whatever had happened, not everyone backed the German shepherd.
“Chris...?” Taylor heard himself say, and the shepherd locked eyes with him, one filmed with red.
“I don't know you.” Chris turned from the mutt, and growled at the defensive line of equine, caprine, and bovine types. “Sit down and finish your meals, or your next one will be through a straw, I promise you.”
Just as a beefy donkey lunged towards Chris with a screw-driver, a black-furred blur hit him in the ribs, throwing him onto the bodies of the first two unconscious hoofers. Before the herbivores could react to this fresh assault, eight lupine-types, massive wolves with frozen eyes, moved to flank the hoofers. Security had arrived in force.
“Look at this! LOOK! They don't even care about the dogs, just us! That deviant, boy-breeding Shepherd chews a pair of us to bits and we're the villains!” The donkey on the floor brayed, one arm clutching his bruised or broken ribs. One wolf pricked his ears at this, and snarled once, a sound like a uniform being torn in half. All eyes on him, he spoke.
“Violence will never be tolerated on this or any other vessel in the fleet. It is not a part of our mission. It is not a part of our breeding.” The donkey looked about ready to challenge that last statement, but a glare from the wolf cut him off. “Everyone involved in this incident will be punished exactly as law dictates.” More and more of the security officer's teeth grew visible as he spoke. “Departure from the law leads to chaos. I will never abide chaos on this ship.” Both the canine and hoofer sides of the confrontation shrank from the display. One type was bred for strength and endurance, the other for loyalty and management, but the creature putting on its show between them was bred for a position requiring violence and intimidation...and it was exceedingly well-suited for it.

Do you like curvy creatures? Do you like vore? Do you like beautiful colors, bouncy shimmering hair, and frothing bubbly cum?

Do you hate seeing pretty goats cry?

Then go commission Sigil, who needs moolah. http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/2923290/

In case you still have some free time you want to get rid of,

https://twitter.com/#!/Animuskitty

Yeah, I'm trying to do NaNoWriMo this year, but it isn't going terribly well. I'm waaaaaaaay behind on my word-count, and RL promises to have plenty of distractions to throw my way, when I'm already about as attention-spanerrific as a ferret in a hamster ball filled with pixie-stick dust and ants.

The story follows the adventures of an entering freshman at a necromancy academy (present day, this world, big cover-up sort of deal) and though I intended it to be darkly funny, it's coming out just...creepy so far, which also works I suppose. o,o

So I know I'm late to this, but a tweet about it brought it to my attention today. http://www.furrynewsnetwork.com/201.....xist%E2%80%9D/

My two cents? It's silly to get worked up about this. It's a cute, fun, sexy video, and the fact that it reached the public's eye is not the end of the world. I can understand that non-sexual fursuiters are put in an awkward position by it, but the public is going to have to learn sooner or later that 'yes, some furries are kinky and into 'all that' for the sex.' The key word there is 'some' of course...(even if the reality is more like, most, even if fursuits and plushies aren't involved).

The period where the public comes to grips with the fact that 'furry' is a fetish for some and a hobby for others will be an awkward and uncomfortable one, and we may never reach the level of acceptance we might want. Trying to shove the sexual elements of the fandom (or lifestyle if you will) under the rug does no one any favors in the end.

I have 666 watchers. The next person who watches me is a ruiner. A RUINER! In the meantime, I shall enjoy being the most evil of panthers.

“I know you're not enjoying your work,” she murmured, not needing any great volume in their tiny quarters. “It's hard to imagine who would enjoy nudging asteroid chunks around. We have an opening in my traffic control office...”
Taylor's ears and tail both perked.
“...but it requires a level two math rating.” She hurried on when Taylor tucked his tail. “I can help you study!”
“Thanks Heather. That means a lot to me, and I'd love to study you.” He blinked when she giggled, then groaned. “With you. Let's get something to eat; I must be running on fumes.” Taylor brushed the door controls and let Heather lead the way to the mess hall. They spoke about work on the way, and she shared some of her own rough moments from the first week guiding and approving courses for the mining tugs and repair vessels that the Sojourner and its two sister ships carried.
“Hattie had just finished reminding us about our tag-out and lock-out responsibilities, lecturing to us while we stood in nice orderly ranks, when one of the mechanics got blasted out of a maneuvering thruster she was working on! She rolled fifty feet, finally fetching up against a stack of lube drums, but on the way she bowled over half the working shift! In formation, they were ducks in a row!” Taylor couldn't stop giggling in spite of himself, and Heather's wicked grin only encouraged him.
“Was she alright?” He managed after a moment, brushing a tear from his cheek.
“She hasn't been able to get her fur to lie flat since, and she ralphed on the deck chief who reached her first. Other than that? Sure, she's fine. She had to retake the tag-out training though.” Their laughter preceded them as the pair entered the mess hall, the happy sound dying out as they stepped over the threshold.

Two hoofers lay bleeding on the floor of the mess hall, and Chris stood over them, arm hanging broken at his side. Blood oozed from his left boot, adding to the nearly-black puddle he stood in. Every other hoofer in the hall was grouped in a semi-circle around the scene, some simply mute and horrified witnesses, while others gripped tools or serving trays and glared at the injured canine-type. Behind Chris, the other canines had arrayed themselves, but there was no more unity among their ranks. Whatever had happened, not everyone backed the German shepherd.
“Chris...?” Taylor heard himself say, and the shepherd locked eyes with him, one filmed with red.
“I don't know you.” Chris turned from the mutt, and growled at the defensive line of equine, caprine, and bovine types. “Sit down and finish your meals, or your next one will be through a straw, I promise you.”
Just as a beefy donkey lunged towards Chris with a screw-driver, a black-furred blur hit him in the ribs, throwing him onto the bodies of the first two unconscious hoofers. Before the herbivores could react to this fresh assault, eight lupine-types, massive wolves with frozen eyes, moved to flank the hoofers. Security had arrived in force.
“Look at this! LOOK! They don't even care about the dogs, just us! That deviant, boy-breeding Shepherd chews a pair of us to bits and we're the villains!” The donkey on the floor brayed, one arm clutching his bruised or broken ribs. One wolf pricked his ears at this, and snarled once, a sound like a uniform being torn in half. All eyes on him, he spoke.
“Violence will never be tolerated on this or any other vessel in the fleet. It is not a part of our mission. It is not a part of our breeding.” The donkey looked about ready to challenge that last statement, but a glare from the wolf cut him off. “Everyone involved in this incident will be punished exactly as law dictates.” More and more of the security officer's teeth grew visible as he spoke. “Departure from the law leads to chaos. I will never abide chaos on this ship.” Both the canine and hoofer sides of the confrontation shrank from the display. One type was bred for strength and endurance, the other for loyalty and management, but the creature putting on its show between them was bred for a position requiring violence and intimidation...and it was exceedingly well-suited for it.


(((Want to read mooooooooore? Afraid you'll have to wait a bit! FANG 4's release date hasn't been announced yet, but watch www.baddogbooks.com for news!)))