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A Submission!
Posted 6 years agoOK so I haven't been around much lately, and what with having many things to do and a bit of writers block I haven't finished anything for ages.
But here is a new submission! Very corny, but never mind.
But here is a new submission! Very corny, but never mind.
New Story!
Posted 7 years agoWoo hoo, I finished something! Could this be classified as magical realist porn?
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/27234950/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/27234950/
A Submission!!!
Posted 10 years agoI've finally uploaded something!
Actually two things, the first of which was a story from over a year ago, and the second of which is the sequel that I just finished.
If you can, you should probably read them on "that other" site though, as it has a MUCH better interface for reading:
https://www.sofurry.com/view/566358 (Pt 1)
https://www.sofurry.com/view/832033 (Latest submission)
*Woofs!*
-Theo
Actually two things, the first of which was a story from over a year ago, and the second of which is the sequel that I just finished.
If you can, you should probably read them on "that other" site though, as it has a MUCH better interface for reading:
https://www.sofurry.com/view/566358 (Pt 1)
https://www.sofurry.com/view/832033 (Latest submission)
*Woofs!*
-Theo
Theo the Saint
Posted 12 years agoI think I'll permanently call my Saint Bernard character "Theo" (see awesome commission recently posted). My bear fursona has always been known as "Southpaw", but I never really had a proper name for my Saint side.
The story Poker Night is loosely based on real life (especially the blue pajamas), and of course Theo the Saint is me. I didn't go to a lot of trouble to think up the names in the story, but I kind of like Theo so it might stick!
The story Poker Night is loosely based on real life (especially the blue pajamas), and of course Theo the Saint is me. I didn't go to a lot of trouble to think up the names in the story, but I kind of like Theo so it might stick!
The Girl With The Autumn Fur (Pt 4)
Posted 13 years agoA grassy bed, mountain walls, and a roof of blue sky, aching and empty. Slow-dried and sun-warmed we recline, talk, relax in comfortable silence. Then I collect the packs and spread out our hard-earned picnic lunch.
We snooze, wishing we were nowhere else. I move closer to fill my nose with her scent and brush my paw over her smooth curves. She stirs, moves against me.
A bastion of rock juts out beside the lake, its proud summit unreachable unless, like me, you know the way. Leaving our packs, we scramble up through stunted pines and clamber over boulders. She moves with a lightness I can't match but can appreciate. I feel awkward as I haul myself up the last crag, but laughter sparkles in her watching eyes and I don't mind.
We reach the broad plateau of sun-warmed rock, where we hang between shining lake and spreading sky. She turns, filling her gaze and her soul. Then she looks a me, and the heat I feel has nothing to do with the sun-heated stone or the exertion of the climb.
Read the rest here: (Complete and slightly edited, NSFW!)
http://www.sofurry.com/view/488559
We snooze, wishing we were nowhere else. I move closer to fill my nose with her scent and brush my paw over her smooth curves. She stirs, moves against me.
A bastion of rock juts out beside the lake, its proud summit unreachable unless, like me, you know the way. Leaving our packs, we scramble up through stunted pines and clamber over boulders. She moves with a lightness I can't match but can appreciate. I feel awkward as I haul myself up the last crag, but laughter sparkles in her watching eyes and I don't mind.
We reach the broad plateau of sun-warmed rock, where we hang between shining lake and spreading sky. She turns, filling her gaze and her soul. Then she looks a me, and the heat I feel has nothing to do with the sun-heated stone or the exertion of the climb.
Read the rest here: (Complete and slightly edited, NSFW!)
http://www.sofurry.com/view/488559
MM Yiff Macro Inflatables Pasta
Posted 13 years agoPeople often post thumbnails for their stories with tags to classify them and (one supposes) pique the interest of readers in the target audience. I love the exuberant parade of obscure fetishes constantly mashed up in new and unexpected combinations.
Today's gem:
Lesbian Were Mares
Horse TG TF
Male to Female TF
Lesbians
Cunnilingus
Mind Alteration
Orgy
I love it.
It would only be fair to post a link, of course: Read it here. It's great!
Today's gem:
Lesbian Were Mares
Horse TG TF
Male to Female TF
Lesbians
Cunnilingus
Mind Alteration
Orgy
I love it.
It would only be fair to post a link, of course: Read it here. It's great!
The Girl With The Autumn Fur (Ramblings Pt 3)
Posted 13 years agoMountains still draped in spring snow, tumbling slopes pine-swathed, and the mirror surface of Spirit Lake reflecting everything back to the empty sky - so the view expands as we scramble over the last boulders at the foot of the high valley.
She stands for a moment, drinks the circling vista with her eyes. Those brown jewels sparkle as they turn to me, and I see the joy in her face even before she speaks. Like me, she feels the simple pleasure of lonely places reached by paw.
Mountain daises dot the meadow which sweeps down to the stony shore. "Swim?" It's more announcement than question as she dumps her pack. I wonder how this will be achieved, for we didn't bring suitable attire or towels. But the mountain has taken our inhibitions along with our stress, and she kicks off her shorts and shirt at the water's edge to reveal a symphony of graceful curves.
Heart pounding, I follow. She looks back, catches my stare, winks.
"That will be very cold!" I warn, but I'm not going to be outdone so I slip my shirt over my head - always a struggle for a Saint - then undo my pants and feel them drop to the ground.
As predicted, the icy lake takes my breath away. But it feels amazing - invigorating - and sensual as my naked limbs slide through the water. We laugh, splash each other, swim in circles.
I decide I've had enough when my paws go numb. It's her turn to watch as I clamber out, floods pouring from my bedraggled fur to sluice the rocks. As soon as I'm out, I have a thorough shake and some of my fluffiness is restored. She's not far behind me, and I have to scamper out of the way to avoid another shower as she takes her turn to dry off.
We're still quite damp, and she takes my paw without saying anything, leading me towards a comfortable patch of mossy grass, where we floomp down to dry in the warm sun.
Hmm, this could easily get NSFW...
Merry Christmas Everyone!
She stands for a moment, drinks the circling vista with her eyes. Those brown jewels sparkle as they turn to me, and I see the joy in her face even before she speaks. Like me, she feels the simple pleasure of lonely places reached by paw.
Mountain daises dot the meadow which sweeps down to the stony shore. "Swim?" It's more announcement than question as she dumps her pack. I wonder how this will be achieved, for we didn't bring suitable attire or towels. But the mountain has taken our inhibitions along with our stress, and she kicks off her shorts and shirt at the water's edge to reveal a symphony of graceful curves.
Heart pounding, I follow. She looks back, catches my stare, winks.
"That will be very cold!" I warn, but I'm not going to be outdone so I slip my shirt over my head - always a struggle for a Saint - then undo my pants and feel them drop to the ground.
As predicted, the icy lake takes my breath away. But it feels amazing - invigorating - and sensual as my naked limbs slide through the water. We laugh, splash each other, swim in circles.
I decide I've had enough when my paws go numb. It's her turn to watch as I clamber out, floods pouring from my bedraggled fur to sluice the rocks. As soon as I'm out, I have a thorough shake and some of my fluffiness is restored. She's not far behind me, and I have to scamper out of the way to avoid another shower as she takes her turn to dry off.
We're still quite damp, and she takes my paw without saying anything, leading me towards a comfortable patch of mossy grass, where we floomp down to dry in the warm sun.
Hmm, this could easily get NSFW...
Merry Christmas Everyone!
The Girl With The Autumn Fur (Pt 2)
Posted 13 years ago"Hey, Bigdog!" A feminine voice issues from the phone, attempts an aloof tone, hiding shyness and a hint of mischief. I'm smiling as I picture her, sunlight on her autumn-red fur, soft ears framing her fine Ridgeback features, laughter somewhere in those keen brown eyes.
It's Saturday, and she doesn't have plans.
"I think Spirit Lake would look good on you!" She's never been there, and I'm nervous about the hike involved. But she would look good sitting amongst the mountain daisies, snowy peaks reflected in the lake behind her. And she did say that she wanted to get outdoors more.
"It's true!" she confirms, reclining on the seat of my car, faded shirt and sturdy shorts only emphasising her radiant coat. "My great grandpa was an explorer. He thought he found a new pass through the mountains - except he'd lost his compass, and when the weather cleared he realised he'd gone in a circle." We chuckle at this old family legend, then she shivers, perhaps with excitement. "I've always wanted to do more hiking."
Backpack over her shoulders, she skips ahead of me up the trail as it winds through gnarled pine trees between rocky crags. I needn't have worried about her fitness - soon it's me who's panting as we climb. I'm no athlete, but I'm not as fat as my thick ruff of misbehaved fur would indicate. She, on the other paw, is lithe and agile, and the view is not at all bad from down the track.
I lose sight of her at a rocky switchback, and when I round the corner I find her sitting on a boulder with her paws dangling in the crisp water of a stream. She looks as fresh as she did at the car, while I must sit beside her for a minute to catch my breath. I study the relaxed confidence of her expression, and I realise that the worries of daily life in a low paid job have fallen away. Do I look equally at home here? I feel like it. She's looking out over the blue distance below us, but turns a little to catch my gaze, and she doesn't even flinch when I lean in to kiss her red-furred cheek.
It's Saturday, and she doesn't have plans.
"I think Spirit Lake would look good on you!" She's never been there, and I'm nervous about the hike involved. But she would look good sitting amongst the mountain daisies, snowy peaks reflected in the lake behind her. And she did say that she wanted to get outdoors more.
"It's true!" she confirms, reclining on the seat of my car, faded shirt and sturdy shorts only emphasising her radiant coat. "My great grandpa was an explorer. He thought he found a new pass through the mountains - except he'd lost his compass, and when the weather cleared he realised he'd gone in a circle." We chuckle at this old family legend, then she shivers, perhaps with excitement. "I've always wanted to do more hiking."
Backpack over her shoulders, she skips ahead of me up the trail as it winds through gnarled pine trees between rocky crags. I needn't have worried about her fitness - soon it's me who's panting as we climb. I'm no athlete, but I'm not as fat as my thick ruff of misbehaved fur would indicate. She, on the other paw, is lithe and agile, and the view is not at all bad from down the track.
I lose sight of her at a rocky switchback, and when I round the corner I find her sitting on a boulder with her paws dangling in the crisp water of a stream. She looks as fresh as she did at the car, while I must sit beside her for a minute to catch my breath. I study the relaxed confidence of her expression, and I realise that the worries of daily life in a low paid job have fallen away. Do I look equally at home here? I feel like it. She's looking out over the blue distance below us, but turns a little to catch my gaze, and she doesn't even flinch when I lean in to kiss her red-furred cheek.
Ramblings about a Girl (an Experiment in Minimalism)
Posted 13 years ago"Coffee?", she asks, no patronizing me with "Sir". I approve. The steaming liquid has my attention until I see past the pot to the splash of russet-red fur. A tasteful figure, but females? Not really my thing. Until her scent wafts my way. Warm, earthy, a hint of spice. Inexplicable pulse-rate increase.
Never a regular, now I find a reason to drop in on my way home, evenings, Monday to Thursday. That's when she's there. "Hey, you!" That mischievous smile. Of course they don't really mean it. Flirting with the customers for bigger tips.
I write my cell number on a napkin, add a cartoon dog, leave it with the folded bill. What would she want with a big, awkward Saint Bearnard who always bumps into things? After the surprise evening clamor of the phone's seldom-heard ringtone, the conversation starts awkwardly. But we warm.
Out of the cafe, out of her uniform apron, the sheen of her fur catches the morning sun in the park by the river. comfortable shorts, shirt just tight enough to show off her perfect proportions. Dogs, what am I doing here? Yet a genuine radiance suffuses her greeting smile.
The satisfied glow of food and a good red wine (wholly appreciated) as we sit down to watch a movie. I might not be able to dance, but I can cook. Her curves and her warm scent draw me closer in the flickering screen-light. Can I? Before I dare to move, she leans towards me, and I find my paws wrapped around her supple form. The film doesn't live up to reviews, and I don't mind at all as she takes one of my paws in hers and examines it. Mine are large, strong, helpless in her delicate grasp.
Never a regular, now I find a reason to drop in on my way home, evenings, Monday to Thursday. That's when she's there. "Hey, you!" That mischievous smile. Of course they don't really mean it. Flirting with the customers for bigger tips.
I write my cell number on a napkin, add a cartoon dog, leave it with the folded bill. What would she want with a big, awkward Saint Bearnard who always bumps into things? After the surprise evening clamor of the phone's seldom-heard ringtone, the conversation starts awkwardly. But we warm.
Out of the cafe, out of her uniform apron, the sheen of her fur catches the morning sun in the park by the river. comfortable shorts, shirt just tight enough to show off her perfect proportions. Dogs, what am I doing here? Yet a genuine radiance suffuses her greeting smile.
The satisfied glow of food and a good red wine (wholly appreciated) as we sit down to watch a movie. I might not be able to dance, but I can cook. Her curves and her warm scent draw me closer in the flickering screen-light. Can I? Before I dare to move, she leans towards me, and I find my paws wrapped around her supple form. The film doesn't live up to reviews, and I don't mind at all as she takes one of my paws in hers and examines it. Mine are large, strong, helpless in her delicate grasp.
I Call Rule 34
Posted 13 years agoThe unicorn in Peggle is just so cute! Why isn't there more Rule 34 porn of him??
Could this be a sign of something? What should I do about it? :p
Could this be a sign of something? What should I do about it? :p
Progresses
Posted 13 years agoI'm making slow but steady progress on novel editing. Every day I revise another passage, and I realise how bad the original version is and just how much I can improve it. I'm well past half way, but once I get to the end I'll probably go back to the start and rework it again!
This is starting to sound like a never-ending project...
This is starting to sound like a never-ending project...
Breeders
Posted 13 years agoI seem to have become obsessed with straight / breeder porn. This has provided the inspiration for a couple of stories lately, which I'm quite pleased with. Mmm sexy anthro mastiffs.
I'm not going straight, I don't think. But I've never been really 'gay' either. More like 'Bi Curious' in the sense of being curious about the 'straight' side of things. :p
Maybe I've reached a stage of life where certain biological urges occur, too.
I can't help thinking that as my fursona (anthro Saint Bernard) I would father the cutest puppies. That doesn't really translate to the real world though - I've seen human babies and they look like a lot of mess and noise and general ruination.
What's a dog to do? Oh well. Back to writing porn, I suppose...
I'm not going straight, I don't think. But I've never been really 'gay' either. More like 'Bi Curious' in the sense of being curious about the 'straight' side of things. :p
Maybe I've reached a stage of life where certain biological urges occur, too.
I can't help thinking that as my fursona (anthro Saint Bernard) I would father the cutest puppies. That doesn't really translate to the real world though - I've seen human babies and they look like a lot of mess and noise and general ruination.
What's a dog to do? Oh well. Back to writing porn, I suppose...
