Hell everyone,

For those of you that aren't aware (somehow lol) I participated in this years Entrancing Awards. The competition ended just this past night when the winners were announced. I wrote a little something reflecting about my experience after submitting my entry and posted it in the comments of the post announcing the winners. I just wanted to put it here as well so whoever else would like to read it can.

Thanks again if you are affiliated with the competition for the incredible work you do! <3

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Congratulations to the winners!

And a big thank you to all the organizers for putting this wonderful competition on. <3 <3 <3

It’s odd. I initially thought, after seeing the list of submissions and how long it was, that once I reached the end and voted, I’d feel burnt out. Like I worked so hard putting together my story, and going through and reading all these stories which were being compared against mine, would feel like a real bummer. But actually, having reached the end of this competition, having interacted with so many awesome writers and their works, its left me with the exact opposite impression.

There’s so many talented people here! So many interesting ideas were put on display, and so much love was shown by so many of the participants for each other’s work. I feel…honored? Yeah, I feel honored to be here.

Even though I didn’t win, even though I felt the biggest doses of imposter syndrome I’ve ever felt back at the beginning of April, I don’t feel that now, here at the end. I don’t feel disappointed in myself in the slightest. I feel alive. I’ve come out of this competition with an insane idea for next year’s entry. An idea I could’ve never dreamed up before reading some of your works. An idea that I would’ve never thought I’d be tackling because I was so burned after the release of Silly Snake Games. And I have you guys to thank for this feeling.

Your works have impacted me in a way I can’t even describe.

More than I ever have before, I've started to reach out to people. I want to talk to other writers in this community. I want to do more. I need to do more because it feels electric just being in the same space as you guys. I just feel so good about myself right now.

Thank you all so much for this feeling. I can’t wait for next year’s competition. :3

AFTERCARE: Silly Snake Games

Apologies for not getting around to this reflection sooner. I’ve been a bit busy these last few weeks trying to read through the works submitted for The Entrancing Awards. But I’m still not done (there are so many entries!).. so I'd better do this now, or I’m probably not going to ever do it.

It may not surprise people to know that the earliest memories of me being drawn to something furry were of Kaa and Mowgli from The Jungle Book. Some aspect of five-year-old me was really drawn to the scenes of them in the original 1967 Disney film. I have vivid memories of watching that scene and thinking to myself, “I feel weird”. Ever since I've started writing, I've always wanted to try to write my own take on the sorta dynamic they had in the movie.

Silly Snake Games was me trying to fulfill that dream of capturing that fantasy. However, it’s important to stress that it wasn’t my first attempt. I have a couple of drafts with a “primal” vibe for a story involving my naga Kane and fox Fiz. Primal vibe meaning the two of them alone in the woods, set in a pre-civilization setting. It's a fun setup, certainly reminiscent of the original Disney movie, but I've discarded all of these drafts. Why? Well, they all share the same problem: I hated writing them.

It took me a while to unpack this, but all stories invoking the Kaa/Mowgli dynamic all feature some level of non-consent at play. Most contain dubious consent; a scene where the sub gets tricked into being hypnotized, or the story ending with something the sub might not have consented to verbally, such as sex or vore. These things are fun to write and read, no doubt. They are vivid fantasies that hook the imagination with a morbid thrill. But they don't quite fit my typical writing style, per se.

I’ve grown attached to developing my characters in my stories, to making them more than just stereotypes. I want to understand the drives of the characters I write. I want to understand what makes them compelled to partake in kink because it helps me, in a way, know why I want to participate in kink.

Total nonconsent with hypnosis and vore is a narrative fork for me. They are a line that can't be uncrossed, a mark that can't be erased. They change the tone of a scene permanently and, more importantly for me, restrict the characters' personalities at play. Take, for instance, Kaa. What's his character in the Jungle Book (1967) film? He wants to eat. It's simple, and for the film's purpose, that's fine, but you can't really expand off of it.

Conversely, if you introduce a dom character who, in the end, consumes their victim, all roads for their personality lead to that point. The money shot of the vore or sex at the end of that path cements the story's tone. No matter how kind or considerate you write the dom, the act of betrayal makes them a liar and colors their benevolence as a facade. Likewise, it collapses the sub of the story as mindlessly careless and foolish. Fun, yes, but again one-note and frustratingly unwieldy for me to work with.

I want to stress that these are problems I have with total non-consent in this dynamic. Consensual nonconsent is a similar yet separate space that I am very interested in exploring, but that's a story for another time.

Now, let me cap off this section here by being clear, I’m not naive. I know that there are other artists in the community out there subverting the usual Kaa/Mowgli dynamic in their own subtle ways. Some artists find what I am describing as frustrating here, as fun, and don't deviate so massively as I do. Additionally, I should stress that I'm not bashing the people who make art of this caliber or those who enjoy it. I appreciate the dubcon hypno dynamic as well! I'm just saying that I currently don't feel like I have the skills to portray that dynamic well, or at least in a manner that fits my style. Maybe I will someday, but if not, I think that's fine too.

Once I had unpacked these emotions, I found myself able to understand the discarded drafts I had made a bit more clearly. The first ones I made had Kane (he was a naga in these) capturing Fiz at the start and forcing him into slavery through repeated brainwashing. No matter how much agency I gave Fiz in these situations, they never sat right with me. So I threw out pretty much everything I had planned from these initial drafts and focused on the opposite side of the problem: me. Instead of trying to capture the dynamic of Mowgli and Kaa exactly, why not just focus on what I find fun about snake hypnosis?

To put it differently: why am I trying to write something that's already been done before as if I have something to prove? Instead, why not just write a story that I find fun instead?

Fun quickly became the core adjective I’d used to describe Silly Snake Games. I was having fun at every step of the writing process, from outlining the scenes to tweaking the formatted text. The word burrowed its way into every corner of the story. Even the name “Silly Snake Games” has a fun ring to it, indicating to the reader from the start the strange, off-kilter joy that kinky play brings with it.

The timing of my discovery of the Entrancing Awards was almost too perfect. I feel like if I didn’t have such a solid idea to build on, then the pressure of writing something for others to judge would’ve gotten to me and negatively impacted my writing quality. However, because I was already so committed to making this narrative on my own terms, I never had to worry about it. The joy of penning the story was so intoxicating that I never stopped to think about whether other people would vote for it.


Characters:

I debated whether to include Fiz and Kane in this story or create new characters entirely. I was initially worried that their personalities wouldn't work for this narrative style, but the more I changed things to be on the playful side of things, the more tempted I became to use them. In the end, I decided to be selfish for several reasons. Vanity was undoubtedly one of them, given that I wanted to be recognized in this competition. Secondly, I wanted this story to be fun for me to write, so choosing them felt like the safest way to ensure I kept to a familiar dynamic rather than worry about creating a new one with new personalities. Third, if I won art from this, I wanted to have ref sheets ready to make the artist's job easier. That last one is the primary reason why I have ended up using Fiz and Kane so much over the previous few years. I’m not complaining though, they are my main bois :3

However, I didn’t want to just copy and paste them and their personalities directly into this new narrative. It’s an entirely new setting after all! This gave me the opportunity to tweak their behaviors slightly in a way that hopefully sets them apart from their canon counterparts while also making them recognizable as cut from the same cloth.

Primal Fiz follows the same principle as my canon Fiz. He’s shy, socially awkward, and easily frustrated. But I’ve always wanted to tangibly connect these aspects of Fiz to the setting he is in. With my canon Fiz, I’ve envisioned that existing in a digital age has left him uncertain about dealing with social encounters. I’d say he’s the type of person who feels more comfortable texting someone than talking to them face to face. Perhaps his overreliance on technology to provide personal space in his life has caused him to lose some self-confidence about meeting people in person? I don’t quite know for sure, but I’m fine if Fiz doesn’t precisely align with these views (irl people don’t follow consistent behaviors anyway), but at least it provides a tangible reason he clicks with Kane so well and enjoys being his Pet. Canon Kane is a bit of a shut-in as well, and his hypnosis provides a relaxing way of switching off the anxieties Fiz has, thus they click on a personal level there.

I decided to take a different approach for Primal Fiz, utilizing the idea of Fiz being a member of a tribe of foxes. I imagined him as someone socially shunned for being different at home, not necessarily for being gay, but definitely for not being as smart or strong as some of his peers. This situation gives an excuse as to why he’d seek out a friend like Kane periodically, and, more importantly, a reason why he’d be more outgoing around Kane in this setting. This last point was something I rather enjoyed portraying. In my canon world, where kink is more modern and prevalent, Fiz never has the luxury of being able to disconnect from society fully, and thus his anxiety. However, in this setting, Fiz can find total security far away from his problems, so his behavior shift seemed justifiable.

On top of this, it meant I could incorporate this theme more distinctly into the actual kink play with Fiz trying to maintain his “manhood” against Kane’s advances. The roleplay with a theme this tangible just came so much easier to me. It formed itself into an almost religious or ritualistic structure that felt appropriate for this setting. It was very appealing to me to reflect Fiz’s upbringing so clearly in his kink play, and I’m very proud of the result!

Kane wasn’t as big of a shift in character, but more so in application. Primal Kane and canon Kane don’t have too many personality differences, as they are more closely defined. They live alone in a secluded area, are soft doms, treasure Fiz as both a friend and a play partner, and so on. But I still found two main ways to set them apart. The first is tone. Canon Kane is more well-researched in his methods and has access to more resources and better technology. I wanted my canon Kane to come across as a well-versed dom who had a deep understanding of kink. For primal Kane, I wanted him to come across as more interested in the actual play of kink than the understanding. The focus on him creating games to facilitate kinky situations and roleplay, I think, lends him an atmosphere of a mighty creature whose own boredom usurped their desire to feed on everything that crossed their path. It lends this version of Kane a different level of maturity that felt right for the setting.

The second major shift for Kane is that he’s a cobra instead of a naga. I’ve wanted to use this version of him ever since I got some fantastic art of a cobra alt of Kane last year (the hood he has in that pic is so massive it melts me every time I look at it :3). It was interesting having to come up with new ways of Kane interacting with the world given he has no hands. I had to try to develop variations on how Kane grabbed things or positioned himself in the environment. Otherwise, I was afraid that my descriptions of his actions would feel repetitive. The main result I came up with that ended up being the center of the story is the coil collar. By restraining Kane's tail in such a position, it forced me to devise creative ways for him to interact with the environment that wasn't just “Kane grabs an object with his tail”. Additionally, I liked how this turned into a method of control and a display of affection. The control part is obvious, and Kane uses a part of himself to constrain Fiz in a dominant gesture. Not only does this allow him to keep track of Fiz's location constantly, but it also allows him to tease Fiz remotely and whenever he pleases. But I realized that this act of collaring Fiz restricts Kane's mobility well. So, in completely dominating his prey, he's actually putting himself in a vulnerable position. While not something I intentionally added, I found its presence to be a poetic insight into Kane's character.

Narrative:

The original idea of the coil collar came from a fantasy a friend described to me recently. Said's fantasy was quite close to the scene where Kane dropped Fiz repeatedly with a tug of the collar. I originally intended to incorporate it into one scene, but I liked it so much that I decided to wrap it into the entire narrative. It was a good decision early on, as building up the story to that scene with increasing intensity of hypnosis left for a reading experience that I felt to be more digestible and rewarding.

Speaking of the structure, I found myself really clicking with how Silly Snake Games progressively built up with more intense scenes. I knew early on I wanted the story to feature edging as a core theme, as it was something I wanted to write about for a while. However, it didn't seem satisfying to just write one scene where Fiz got edged. I wanted the reader to really feel what it was like in Fiz's mind, to feel the added effects of being pushed over and over again. I found that the repeatedly intense scenes of teasing that ended unsatisfyingly made the structure reflect an edgy sensation. The term “narrative edging” came to me while developing the idea. A silly term for an equally silly story.

This concept allowed me to fill the gaps between the stories with narrative info and wholesome downtime. I tried to keep the reader's attention by not drowning them with setting information for five pages and tried to cut into the action as quickly as I could while still feeling organic. This meant I had to try to work in details about Fiz and Kane's relationship later on between their play scenes. For example, the description of how Fiz found Kane's games rewarding rather than punishing felt a bit heavy-handed early on, yet irrelevant later in the story. Thus, I squeezed it in after he got dropped the first time while running through the forest.

It was a fun experiment to work all of these discrete scenes into the story so that they built off each other, but I'm not sure how effective it was in practice. I tried to make each teasing of Kane feel different from the last, with how deeply Fiz was humiliated or submitted more with each scene. But I think some folks found it more exhausting than exhilarating. Perhaps this story would've worked better in a shorter form? I'm unsure, and I currently lack the feedback to be certain.

In hindsight, I could've improved on the song and dance submission scene right before the big edging scene at the end of the story. I don't feel like I built up to it well enough, and some folks have said in a few comments it felt jarring. That scene was a remnant of the original inspiration of this story, which was Kaa/Mowgli fanfic. I've wanted to write my own version of “Trust In Me” for a while now, and I couldn't get a scene of Fiz dancing for his cobra Master out of my head, so I went ahead and included it. I think perhaps it'd be more suited in a story more focused on that type of play in particular, however. Instead, I probably should've replaced it with something focused on collaring Fiz to keep it in line with the story.

Oh well, this just means I have to write another story featuring submission via a song at some point in the future :3

Finally, the writing competition did push me to break out of my comfort zone and try to convey hypnosis through text formatting once again. I did this in order to stand out in the competition, but also because I wanted to take another stab at it. I haven't tried properly conveying hypnosis in this manner since…gosh, maybe Hostile Takeover? It's been a hot minute for sure, and the reason for that is quite benign. It's a lot of work!

Hostile Takeover took a lot out of me putting it together. Text formatting is just hard enough to get working, let alone to make it look good and in line with your vision for it. However, in Silly Snake Games, I kept my head above water by just sticking to the limitations of FA's text features. I had always intended for the story to be read on FA first and foremost, as I have gotten the impression that is where most folks read my stories. However, limiting the formatting to FA meant that I had set constraints to work with rather than trying to use the entirety of Microsoft Word's features and failing due to having too many options at my disposal.

When I went into this story, I didn't go into it knowing exactly how I wanted the hypnosis scenes to look, just that I wanted them to stand out. So in the editing process, I played around with the formatting until I figured out what felt right for a given scene. My favorite text formatting use that I came across while putting this story together was the pendulum hypnosis effect that I used towards the end. By shifting the alignment back and forth, line after line, I could replicate the feeling of looking at a swinging hypnotic pendulum. In this case, however, it could be viewed as Kane's eyes alternating commands or the snake swaying back and forth like the classic Kaa imagery I wanted to evoke. I found it incredibly hot in its final form.

One thing I think I need to improve upon is the hypnosis text's readability. Some folks said the final sections were difficult to follow, and I think it stems from my lack of consistency with how I use formatting in these sections. For instance, in the first trance sequence, descriptions are confined to the center alignment, and the hypnotic suggestions from Kane are also center aligned. But towards the end, the descriptions are shorter, the sentences are center-aligned, and the hypnotic suggestions are also commands and darting all over the page. It's understandable how some folks got lost in it in a manner that was more frustrating than hypnotic.

Next time, I wanna go in with a set image I want to capture at the end of the story, and build the formatting up to that. I think that'll function the best for this style of hypnosis writing that I'm trying to capture. The exciting thing about using text formatting for hypnosis is that I don't get to do it often. That means every time I wanna try using it, I typically come at it with an idea that's so new and different, it's honestly quite exciting figuring out how to make it visually sing.

Conclusions:

Well, that’s about it for this long-overdue reflection. By the power of ADHD, I've been going back and forth writing this and reading other entries in the competition.. It's kinda upsetting that I haven't been able to really concentrate on one thing and just finish it. Apologies if this was a bit too rambling for your taste. I wish there were a bigger point for me to build here. Hopefully, you took away something from it! Feel free to ask me any additional questions or clarifications you may have in the comments, and I'll get to them as soon as I get a chance.

With love,

-Carbonated Fox

I'm cooking up something fun story-wise so I'm creating a journal post for me to...experiment with text options. Stay tuned for the final product or enjoy the snippets of fun I try putting in this post over the coming weeks ;)

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^{The snake's magic was on him before he had time to register it. Before that moment there was a now, a then, and a soon-to-be now but suddenly there was only a now. A stretching of that point in time where the fox looked into the eyes of the beast mouth slightly agape in shock and saw two yellow orbs burning into his soul pulling his mind into an eternity where thoughts found no purchase. The fox saw the yellow eyes but also colors that were not there and yet they danced across his brain.}


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^{He peered endlessly into the colors and the yellow orbs and the grey hood that came to occupy his entire world blocking out the rest of the universe until that beautiful hood was all that existed. The fox fell gladly into the warm embrace of it all, slipping sliding falling tumbling spilling over himself to sink further into the hood and the colors within because there was no where else to go, no where else he'd rather be. A grin of delight formed somewhere in his vision and whispered words that he could not hear yet he heard them all the same and he obeyed them as it felt so good to fall into the eternal presence of now.}

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^{For the more he stayed in that one moment the more secure and warm and comforting and safe and happy and silly he felt for there was nothing quite like this sensation despite feeling it so many times before. The fox felt the warmth spark inside him a burning light reflecting the wonderful orbs that pulled him into the trance deeper still. He took the spark and hid it deep within him so as to not lose it again, to cherish it, to hold it tight, to worship it, to keep it safe. The voice whispered silly things to him and the fox giggled despite not understanding the joke.}

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^{The colors receded and the moment came to pass yet the light the fox hid within him stayed as it was buried too deep to be burned away by the coming hours in the soon-to-be now. The moment vanished.}


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^{The notes bounced around the fox’s brain, each one sticking longer than the last, growing until the melody was more than what had created it. The flow of the music sparked the flame within the fox that he had secretly hidden away, and the warmth of it began to spread and with it a smile began to creep up his lips as he remembered loving how such a song had made him feel in the past. The sensation grew, and with it came a strong desire to ignore the primal beast that sat at the controls of his body, the one that knew to hunt and eat and be prideful. The music washed over the beast and confused it, and told the fox to dance, and sing words that made him feel silly and special and wonderful and horny and submissive. He felt his feet begin to happily move to the rhythm but the beast within him howled definitely in reply drowning out the melody.}


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^{The wonderful colors from the snake brought the fox back to the happy pocket within him where time didn’t move, where no beast within him worried about etiquette or pride or appearance. When the fox heard the blissful voice pour into his ears like honey so of course he obeyed it without hesitation. Nodding several times excessively, happily, excitedly, giddily he opened his other eye letting the full spectrum of the snake’s magic into them. He followed them as they started to sway back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and back and forth}

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^{So he too swayed back and forth and back and forth and back and forth. He giggled as the dance his head performed felt funny in a way that caused his privates to tense and pulse with warmth. The fire within him created by the snake’s magic helped fuel that warmth further causing the fox to moan in delight as it had been too long since he’d felt so good, so special, so different in a way he wasn’t allowed to feel anywhere else.}

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^{The voice of the eyes said something fun and he nodded excitedly because he enjoyed fun things like the way the face of the eyes held his gaze and how he couldn’t use his arms due to the thick muscles holding him helplessly in the air and how he couldn’t stop the colors from pouring into his mind even if he wanted it to stop. The fox felt something that the snake was doing tickling his privates in a way that made him giggle for it felt funny but also because it was fun not knowing what was happening to him. He wanted to laugh at how silly he felt but the more the fox stared the more the fire inside him burnt and the happier he felt and the wider his smile grew until he could not move his mouth but just smile which made him feel more silly so he giggled some more.}

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^{The fox tilted his head to the side in confusion not sure what to make of the fact that his feet had just touched the ground and his arms were suddenly free. He noticed something hanging in front of him so he reached out and clutched it. The fox didn’t know what it was as he didn’t look at it too closely for he was too transfixed on the eyes of the large face in front of him and the glorious colors they produced. He watched closely as they moved away and up and back and further away and up and back and still further away and up and back and more and more until it was gone. The fox sighed as the grin on his face began to droop and the fire within him faded a little and the beast that was seduced by the colors of the trance woke up once more.}


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^{The magic swirled within the fox once again, quelling any fears, desires, doubts, worries, anxieties, and other pesky things that might have prevented the fire the two of them had planted inside the fox from flaring once more.}


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HORNY SLAVE

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horny[/i]


^{Immediately the fox began to feel the intensity of the pleasure he’d begun to feel before this moment grow into a wonderful inferno that engulfed him like a blanket and pulled his mind into a still point in time where there was only the snake and the joy it brought him. He smiled lovingly at the eyes for making him feel this way, the only gesture he could manage for now his face was fixed in this silly unblinking submitted happy position where he could do nothing but stare and smile into the hood that was now his world.}


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RELAX SLAVE

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^{The mouth in his vision moved and said a command that sounded silly yet he obeyed it because somewhere he knew what he meant. The fox let his limbs be limp, letting himself fall to the ground which was now a bed of coils waiting to catch him. The coils and the powerful muscles within spun him around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and all the while the fox kept his gaze firmly affixed on the eyes of the snake and the colors within his smile growing with every new loop of the coil forming around him. They finally stopped when the fox was contained in a cocoon of coils leaving just his head and his cock poking out. But when they stopped the world went upside down as the coils pulled the fox up and up and up and up and up and up into the trees so that he hung free and silly his head down towards the ground and the face of the snake still in front of him happily watching his prey.}


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The fox began to squirm as each passing second making him feel more silly and submissive and stuck and so many other fun things as he swung back and forth from a branch in his bondage the motion reminding him of the submissive swaying he’d normally do in front of the wonderful eyes of the snake making him feel more silly and happy and horny.
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Master. A word the silly little fox knew that made his cock jump and his smile beam. A special word that caused him to stare extra close at the eyes and the hood and the smile of the snake memorizing every distinct detail. He felt something touch his penis and stroke it the way he liked, the way the snake knew how to do, the way that caused the pleasure to grow and grow and grow and grow and grow and grow and grow and and and and and I’m close I’m close I’m close I’m close
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SLAVES GET EDGED

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The fox heaved heavy breaths as the pleasure grew so close to that limit that would somehow not be passed. A line that was somehow not be able to be crossed because the magic and the coils and the eyes and the smile and the fire and the pleasure and the snake all held him firmly back and kept him in this unreal state of pleasure. The fire inside him raged now as he hung endlessly teased squirming and swaying and submitting and smiling until the pleasure grew too much that even his mouth couldn’t contain it. He began to shout and sign and spew wordless melodies of sexual pleasure as he was edged over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and pain and pain and pain and pain and pain and pain and pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain
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The colors returned to the fox’s mind once more, and they remembered the wonderful time that they had previously with them. They let them in eagerly ignoring the quickly fading cries of the beast within him that cared about control. The fox ignored him, this was more fun and rewarding and joyous of an experience than anything the beast provided him. He relaxed and smiled as a familiar grin floated in front of him, one that was happy to see that the fox was indeed carefree once more.
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The face in front of the fox chuckled, and the fox chuckled back as they laughed at a shared joke that the fox didn’t quite understand. He didn’t need to understand for that was a hard task and he would much rather relax and be happy than stress about using his brain in such challenging ways. The snake in front of him must have him think this for they began feeding his mind more relaxing colors and blocking his vision with that beautiful massive hood of theirs. With the snake and the hood and the eyes and the colors filling his mind he grew warmer and lighter and the fox welcomed it for he didn’t have to think. So the fox grew warmer and lighter and warmer and lighter and warmer and lighter and warmer and lighter and warmer and lighter and warmer and
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The fire within him swirled bright and warm making him feel fuzzy in a silly way that reflected the sensation he felt from the spirals of the snake's eyes. But this feeling was different; it came from within and burned with a closeness he hadn't quite felt before. It made his privates burn and his heart flutter in a way he found fun so he smiled. And when he smiled the fox found it so silly that he was smiling from nothing but these sensations so he smiled more. And when he smiled more he found that the snake's eyes weren't making him do anything so he smiled more. The silly smile grew and grew and grew and grew making him feel warmer and warmer and
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The fire burned bright once again as fast it had faded and its warmth enveloped the fox. The sensation was brilliant and intoxicating and cozy and he smiled because it felt so good to have it forced upon him by the collar around his neck and the snake that controlled it. The fox remembered that he allowed himself to be collared and his smile grew. The fox remembered something funny about his situation, some silly thing that did not translate to words and his smile grew. And the fox’s bits reciprocated the burning within him and his smile grew. It grew and grew and grew and grew and
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The coil tugged at the fox’s neck and the fire burned brighter than the last time. The prideful beast within him that was holding back the surge of wondrous hypnotic colors from taking him was swept up up up and away to a far corner. The resulting swell of silly sensations caused the fox to smile wider than he ever had before. It grew rapidly within him as warmth grew in his chest and belly and cock and balls and cheeks until
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The fox’s muscles pulsed as a strange sound echoed through his mind, shutting off everything into blissful nothing. There was only his smile, the colors, and the wonderful erotic sensation of his privates.
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The collar around his neck was tugged and the fire within him fumed for it had not faded and the warmth caused the fox to smile until he could smile no more. A ping sounded in his mind as he entered the state of perfect submission blissful submission.
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The Slave felt the tug of the collar coming.

^{A pulse traveled through the coils that bound around his thighs, up his torso, and finally clenched softly around his neck.}

The Slave's eyes bulged, his cock jumped, and the fire within him burned brighter than it had all day.

^{It overwhelmed his senses, drowning out everything until there was just a Slave, his collar, his cock, and his Master.}

The Slave expected himself to be lost in the colors like he had many times before that day, but somehow he didn't.

^{The Slave expected himself to be fully lucid when he didn't feel himself go under again, but somehow he wasn't.}

The pleasure and the colors blurred into one.

^{Fiz was present and yet he was a Slave. Lucid and hypnotized simultaneously.}

The headspace he entered was wonderful. He felt everything. Every coil that squeezed him. Every breath of the snake on his face. Every stroke of his cock. He moaned happily as his cock was played with. With his Master's body coiling him in this exposed position there was nothing else he could do and it felt wonderful. The Slave stared longingly into the eyes of his Master; their hypnotic colors sustaining his mental state. He could not see anything else thanks to the massive hood of the snake.

His breath quickened as he felt an orgasm approach. His Master's eyes flashed in reply.[/i]

SLAVES DON'T CUM

RELAX
The coils around his cock backed off.
HAPPY
He screamed in delight as he was teased.
SUBMIT
The coils around his cock found a new rhythm.
SILLY
He humped his hips to it desperate for more.
OBEY
The coils around him tightened as he squirmed.
SLAVE
The collar around his neck tightened to fix his gaze forward.

SLAVES DON'T CUM

He was edged once more.

MOAN
The coils around his cock backed off.
HORNY
He cried out in pleasure.
SUBMIT
A forked tongue slithered into his mouth.
SILLY
He strained against his bondage uncontrollably.
OBEY
His tongue was pulled forward into the mouth of his Master.
SLAVE
Their noses touched. They gazed into each other's eyes.

SLAVES DON'T CUM

He was edged once more.

SING
The coils around his cock backed off.
OBEDIENT
He groaned as an orgasm came and went.
SUBMIT
Yet the pleasure never faded.
SILLY
The kiss was broken and he panted heavily.
OBEY
His balls were stretched as another coil joined in.
SLAVE
Their foreheads touched as his Master dominated his vision.

SLAVES DON'T CUM

He was edged once more.

DANCE
The coils around his cock backed off.
SEXY
He cried out as the pleasure kept growing.
SUBMIT
The coils held him steady as his orgasms came faster.
SLAVE
He didn't dare look away from his Master's eyes.

SLAVES DON'T CUM

He was edged once more.

BOW
The coils around his cock backed off.
HELPLESS
The forked tongue kissed his neck teasingly.
LOSER
A coil drew circles around his cock's sensitive head.
SLAVE
The hood he stared into reflected back the wonderful colors.

SLAVES DON'T CUM

He was edged once more.

BLUSH
The coils around his cock backed off.
SUBMISSIVE
His Master's wicked smile appeared in his vision.
EDGED
He smiled happily back in reply.
SLAVE
The yellow eyes of his Master burned into him.

SLAVES DON'T CUM

He was edged once more.

EDGED SLAVE
The coils around his cock stopped.
EAGER SLAVE
The pleasure in his cock grew too strong.

SLAVES DON'T CUM

He was edged once more.

HORNY SLAVE
The coils around his cock barely had to move now.
CUTE SLAVE
Two or three strokes was plenty. Five would send him over the edge.

SLAVES DON'T CUM

He remained on the edge.

STAY RIGHT THERE
He shivered violently. The pleasure was so intense.
OBEDIENT SLAVE
But his Master held him tight and pushed him further.

SLAVES DON'T CUM

He remained on the edge.

JUST LIKE THAT
The coils around his thighs pulled them further apart.
SILLY SLAVE
He moaned happily as the pleasure continued.

SLAVES DON'T CUM

He remained on the edge.

YOU LOST THE GAME
The collar around his neck shifted reminding him of his place.
YOU'RE MY SLAVE
The coils around his cock continued their subtle movements.

SLAVES DON'T CUM

He remained on the edge.

SUCH A GOOD BOY
He giggled happily as his Master whispered to him.
YOU'RE PERFECT
His heightened state made everything feel incredible.

SLAVES DON'T CUM

He remained on the edge.

YOU'RE MY PLAYTHING
He smiled as wide as he could as he was praised.
YOU'RE A SEXY CUTE FOX
He didn't want the pleasure to end.

SLAVES DON'T CUM

The pleasure peaked. He wouldn't last any longer.

YOU DID SO WELL
The coils retreated from his swollen cock.
TIME FOR BED
He whined desperately, sad that playtime was over.

SLEEP MY SLAVE

His mind drifted away into blissful slumber.

I’ve always been iffy about the idea of writing a blog about my writing. There are several incoherent thoughts I’ve been having about the idea. Perhaps people wouldn’t be interested in it or maybe it’d come across as too revealing. Honestly, for a while, I couldn’t think of anything I’d enjoy writing a blog on here about. After all, I see myself as someone who expresses himself through my art whether through pictures or writing. If I find something interesting to write about, why not just include it in a story?
Well, what changed was that my last story, “Taking a Break,” happened to be one of the most stressful writing experiences I’ve had. It all started with the publishing of the comic “Kane’s Kennel,” which I loved creating with the help of Kiwyne. The surge of creative energy I felt upon publishing it was unreal. I wanted to expand on this setting I created. I was ambitious—a bit too ambitious, in fact.

As I stated in an old post on FA, the time that I actually get to spend writing is quite sparring these days compared to my early days. I’ve got a full-time job, friends I cherish, and well…a life worth living. I want to continue to create things, but how can I continue to keep track of my creativity while not being able to write as much?
This past week I had an answer, Aftercare. The idea behind this blog series is for me to take a sort of retrospective on my latest work after publishing it and letting the dust settle. I want to be able to talk about all these ideas that I have when going into a story, how I went about exploring them with my characters, and finally how I feel it turned out in the end. In this way, I hope to be able to communicate with you guys a bit more as to where my thoughts are in case anyone finds them particularly interesting and in the same vein a place for people to comment on them. I’ve been meaning to find a way to catalog all the ideas that I wasn’t able to tackle or fit into a story (especially relevant with Taking a Break cause booooooy there are a lot of ambitions I had) so I hope this works well all around.
Now, without further ado, let’s unpack “Taking a Break”!


As mentioned I had tons of ideas for what to do with the Kennel and how it would affect my characters. I initially wanted to tell a story that showed a good example of how the Kennel would function. I wanted to tell the story of someone from intake, through training, an adoption, and then finally them processing their journey after it was done. The obvious choice was for me to do this with Fiz as I wanted to develop him more after the “Week End” era. I had outlined three stories:



-Part 1: In Processing

This first story picked up after the short interview I wrote for page four of “Kane’s Kennel”. It would’ve been told from Kane’s perspective and would’ve seen him checking Fiz into the Kennel. I wanted this story to introduce Fiz’s uncertainty about his future. Kane would’ve helped walk him through his emotions in a similar scene to the end of “Taking a Break”. It would’ve ended with a scene of Kane introducing Fiz to a shock collar to help him ease into an intense pup headspace. I might end up writing said scene as a short bit to go with a pic someday. Who knows!



-Part 2: Taking a Break

The general scene for “Taking a Break” was mostly unchanged, but due to me having to introduce and juggle so much in one story, I didn’t have time to get into everything I wanted to. It would’ve taken place in the break room inside the Kennel but over several days. Clive in particular would’ve played a much bigger role as Fiz would’ve been able to work up to talking with the tiger over multiple conversations rather than one long one. In terms of story, Fiz would’ve been starting to doubt his abilities of being experienced enough to be doing what he is doing. Only for Clive to enter his life and tell him that seeing him all pupped out in the tour is what got Clive interested in the Kennel in the first place. I wanted Fiz and Clive to develop a bit more of a relationship between them in this chapter, their personalities eventually lending them both greater confidence. Clive would see himself in Fiz and understand that his age doesn’t make him undesirable and Fiz would finally feel like other people would be inspired through seeing him play. The story would end with Kane and Fiz partaking in some deep hypnosis play.



-Part 3: ???

No really big notes for the story. I had the intention of Fiz “graduating” from the Kennel and being “adopted” by someone for a week. Fiz would have a good time and finally feel like he is a proper kinkster, but also desires a non-kinky job at Orderly Fashion so that he could find a good work/life balance so that he could spend more time closer to Kane and have a life outside of kink.



-Fiz:

I had the most plans for Fiz when curating my ideas post Kane’s Kennel. Despite him being my “main sona” so to speak I hadn’t been able to develop his character. In a sense, now that I’ve written “Taking a Break”, I still feel like I haven’t done him justice. I’ve always imagined him to have some sort of neurodivergence like ADHD or OCD. This would help shape his character and give a plausible explanation for his mental focus, i.e. his spacing out a lot. Interestingly enough, this would also have nothing to do with his receptiveness to Kane’s hypnosis. This contradiction was going to be the main conflict for him in part 1 of this narrative.

Fiz would’ve started the story just having been fired for lackluster performance at his job. Trouble by the notion that repeated trancing with Kane might be affecting his cognitive capabilities, he begins to feel like he doesn’t have control over his actions. This forms the beginning of a strong sense of imposter syndrome which would last throughout all three parts. For the first part, Kane would help walk him through these emotions and affirm that Fiz is in fact in control and that’s a good thing. To prove this and cap off the story Kane would walk Fiz through trying a shock collar for the first time, helping him ease into comfort by letting him be in control of the remote for a while and letting him find his comfort with it. As mentioned before I might try writing this scene in full as I do quite like the core idea.

Part two would have seen Fiz deal with his imposter syndrome in a new light from meeting Clive. After not feeling experienced enough to call himself a capable kinkster, Clive comes along and tells him that he is the reason for entering the Kennel in the first place. Fiz would then have to grapple more seriously with the notion that he is more experienced than he would let on and that some would now consider him to be a porn star to some extent.

Part three, as mentioned above, was never hashed out but I had always intended for Fiz to enjoy whatever scene he ended up doing but finding new appreciation for Kane’s company. With an intense scene under his belt with someone who isn’t him, he comes to realize all the ways the naga made him feel which he never noticed before. Perhaps in ways that go beyond the playroom? In the end, he decides to take up a job with Orderly Fashion (haven’t decided what but something not sexual) and asks to move in with Kane.

Fiz’s story arc was very exciting to think about but very difficult to capture. It’s very easy in media to portray conditions, particularly interpersonal conditions as simple equations of solution = problem solved. I wanted Fiz’s anxiety to be layered, as it wouldn’t make sense for him to suddenly stop being reserved socially once he confronts a specific aspect of it. This isn’t to say that I don’t think my characters can’t change, quite the opposite in fact, but if I deny them the chance to be interesting then writing them doesn’t engage me. I don’t think I’ll ever get bored of writing Fiz though, even when I need to simplify him for shorter stories I always find ways to make him shine in some way or another.



-Kane:

Kane’s arc would’ve been not as prevalent in this story as Fiz’s. I had intended on him dealing with the magnitude of running an entire operation like the Kennel, constantly discovering new ways things could go wrong but always taking the time to ensure the fun and safety of the Pets above all else. He would also grapple with the notion that Fiz is maturing into a fairly capable sub and perhaps might get bored of him someday sooner than he anticipated. This fear would be quelled throughout the story, particularly in the shock collar training ending part 1 as he comes to realize that there is still much he could do with Fiz. Mainly I had intended for him to get a bit emotional during the second act as he gets all prideful of Fiz handling himself well during his training. It is here that he would confess that Fiz could stay with him as long as he wanted.

Not much of this was able to be portrayed in what was published as the reader lacked the perspective from part one (as that one was told from Kane's POV). Still, I do look forward to writing about his caring personality with a variety of different subs in the future! Speaking of which…



-Clive:

Oh man, sometimes you hit an idea that just lodges its way firmly into your brain and gets stuck. I couldn’t stop thinking about Clive after coming up with him. What was going to be a throwaway character in part two ended up exploding into something so vast and beautiful I had to stop writing for two weeks straight to get my thoughts in order. What saved me was the notion that I couldn’t do him justice in Taking a Break and I’ll just have to use him again later cause like…there’s just too much to unpack. Where do I even begin?

One thing that I find lacking in pornographic depictions is the inclusion of older submissive individuals. This not only makes it difficult for older kinksters who enjoy subbing to project themselves onto some characters but also I find it lends to a bad stereotype where people who practice kink subbing are of a certain breed of individual. That is someone who can take two dicks up the ass/pussy at once while being throat swabbed in stress bondage for twenty hours. I’m not saying that mental image isn’t hot (it is actually :3) but it is nice to be reminded from time to time that people have their limits and, more importantly, lack experience in one way or another.

With Clive, I wanted to focus on the idea that lots of kinky folk IRL feel inadequate due to this lack of “proper” experiences. This feeling of lacking isn’t necessarily a bad thing in my opinion, I believe it’s what drives us kinksters to seek out play scenes and partners in the first place, but it does enforce a sense of imposter syndrome that comes and goes from time to time. You might be at a party or a con or a group chat and suddenly someone talks about something you aren’t into or don’t enjoy or haven’t tried before and it’s difficult to not think to yourself “I don’t belong here. What if they find out I don’t like that?”.

Even worse if it’s something more “normal” that you are anxious about:

“What if they find out I can’t bottom?”

“What if I choke on their cock?”

“What if they find out I’m asexual?”

These fears fester inside folks. And for those that don’t end up “fitting in” the kinky social network and end up getting fulfilling experiences, age and time ends up wearing you down.

That’s who Clive is. Someone who’s always known he’s a kinkster, but never had the opportunity to explore himself because he just didn’t have the opportunity. What does that do to someone? How does it shape them? Moreover, once they get the chance to finally explore themselves, what does that do to this individual who’s been through all this?

I’m not sure yet. I hope I can discover something meaningful with Clive.

At the very least, Clive is also a reflection of some individuals and friends who I’ve encountered over the past few years who are into their thirties and forties and all share some of these fears to some extent. It pains me whenever I see them eager to partake in the things that I’m doing, things that are making me happy, and feel like they can’t for some reason or another.

“I missed my chance.”

“I’m too old to be attractive like you.”

“You’ve been doing this longer so you’re better at it. I’m new, so who’d want to help me learn the ropes?”

I hope Clive allows these types of folks to feel a little less alone in the world.

Well, anyway that’s all the notes I have at the moment. It was nice to put it all down for once rather than trying to keep everything in my head. And as I mentioned feel free to poke my brain about anything here as I’m always happy to have the opportunity to better refine my ideas. Hopefully, these characters and themes will make appearances in my works soon!

Hey everyone,

First of all, I'm really grateful that so many of you have followed me over the years. It's wonderful knowing that my content has impacted so many people, even slightly, over the time I've been a part of the fandom. Recently, however, I've felt compelled to make a post about my lack of activity on FA.

Several things prompted this, the first of which is that many artists that I've looked up to have commented in some form or another about being in a similar situation to what I'm in. That situation is not being able to post completed work often. It's frustrating because I have SO many ideas I wanna write. I CRAVE being able to put all these ideas onto paper, even more so if they involve kink or my characters or other characters having kinky adventures. But that's part of the problem. I have too many ideas, how do I prioritize them? Initially, I've prioritized my writing based on my commissions but unfortunately, that's fallen through. For the past two commissions I've done that I intended to write a story for, I've failed. I'm so embarrassed about it I haven't even posted those commissions here on my FA page at the time of writing. Although I attribute that to me holding hope I finish those stories eventually and then post them on FA. I've tried writing lots of other ideas, partial stories linking multiple commissions together, short stories with no art to go with them, stories to commission art for later, and yet as of late nothing has been getting done.

I've always been fine with my vanishing writing time in the past. I've told myself that it is the reality of having a full-time job, having the freedom to hang out with my friends, and the responsibility of having my own place to live. But now, it's getting to me. It's getting me because I know that it's not entirely true. I have time. I see it clearly when a friend cancels plans when I get home from work early when I get my chores done. I stop and the dread sets in.

I can write now, but for some reason, I can't do it.

The ultimate reason for this post came unexpectedly. I have ADHD. A professional diagnosis confirmed this. I've started taking medication recently. This has helped some but it's amplified the awareness of my time that I have to write a ton. I can see the space in my schedule coming. I can make time to write. So why can't I do any of that?

This problem is complicated, there's no one set right answer as to why I can't find the mental energy right now. I know that. But I know that sitting on it is going to eat at me. Ultimately, I hate asking for help because I feel like I don't deserve it. I mean, come on. I'm not a full-time artist who does this for a living. I'm well off, financially and socially stable. Surely there are thousands of those on this very website with less visibility than me going through the same things I am who actually NEED this sort of help? Why should I get advice when they don't? What gives me the right?

It's not fair.

The thing that ultimately kicked me over the edge into writing this was being reminded of how many people I know struggle with these issues. And that the solutions for them and the discussions around them don't belong to just the person that asks for them, they belong to everyone. Posting here, publicly, means anyone can see this and find solace, comfort, and maybe a solution.

I don't know what exactly to ask for. I don't know what would benefit me in my position or if any advice would help. Maybe putting my thoughts together in a post is all that I need. Maybe some solid sources on ADHD would help. Maybe I just need to take a break for a little while. I don't know. But what I do know is I'm not giving up. I'm going to keep having good story ideas, and I'm sure as hell going to try to publish them. I'm going to do it while living my life, and I won't sacrifice the time spent with the ones I've loved to do so. I can do both, I know I can.

I'll find a way.

Somehow.

Hey all,

Had a thought recently and I wanted to ask: Do you enjoy reading stories that you have to download? Do you prefer to read on FA? I was debating about putting my stories in the description of their postings but a lot of the fancy stuff that I do with text doesn't translate into that format well. I am willing to go back and figure a compromise (thinking a Google doc) for my works because I want to provide my works to as many people as possible. Any advice or opinions on this regard is welcome.

Happy holidays,
-Liam

Hi all,

It has now been almost four months since I posted my last story so it does seem like I have vanished off the face of the earth here. But rest assured I am still alive and working on stories (albeit slow). Something that I want to stress is that A Week Off took me several months to write. Not only because it was in multiple parts but because writing is a slow process for me. I started it because I would spend my evenings alone and bored out of my mind. I lived with several people at the time who didn't know who I was. Writing was my escapism, my way of expanding myself internally while I couldn't do it externally. Over about half a year I tried some things, scrapped a bunch of works that didn't end up turning out the way I like, and by the end with some online support got to the final product which I shared earlier this year. But after that things changed for me. To my surprise my life suddenly turned for the better. My evenings became occupied with studying for school subjects that intrigued rather than bored me. Others I would hang out with new friends I found. And recently I acquired my own place to live. It's quite indescribably amazing coming out of a difficult spot of life like this as a gay man, let alone a furry and a kinkster.

My evenings are still busy as such, but I am glad they are contesting the time I have to write rather than prohibiting them. And when I do write I am still painfully slow (just wrote a whole paragraph over the course of an hour, woooo) but I still do it because I love it! I love the characters I have created and I have no intention of letting the dust settle on them. In addition I am still hard at work on Hostile Takeover which I am doing for a friend and have several other friends I have plans with as well. I hope I can share these pieces soon but I hope you can also forgive me for life sweeping off my feet like this. I'll still be around periodically to check my inbox and whatnot so hopefully if someone messages me I'll see it as well. In the meantime, thanks for everyone staying with me.

-Liam

Hi all!

Wanted to thank everyone for checking out my writings thus far. Figured I’d take some time to put together a journal now that I’ve had some time to catch my breath.
I’ve been very pleased with the reception that my writings have gathered with people particularly liking my characters Fiz and K. That’s why I am happy to announce the next piece I am working on:

- Week End: A short epilogue to week off

This will conclude Fiz’s time with K as the pair reflect and relax after their long session together, and perhaps get up to one last fuck. I always enjoy writing my characters interacting and exploring the dynamic that they share, so I’d always love to see more of these two being friendly with each other. Coincidentally I also feel like when they are not directly talking with each other is when my writing is at my weakest. Part two of Week Off always felt like the weakest to me in this regard as it was the most difficult to write as I experimented with capturing a headspace in text for the first time.

Something else I wanted to reflect on was the prospect of splitting up my first writing into multiple parts. When I started it seemed like a good way to chunk up my efforts as I experimented with writing kink for the first time. In hindsight, this was NOT a good idea. I had originally planned five parts for this story but after finishing part 2 and feeling a little bit let down, I realized something. In by splitting things up to make it easier for pacing myself the pacing of the story was interrupted. Part 2 to me just felt like it didn’t have the same playful energy as part 1, and part 3 was turning out to be just a repeat of part 2 at the time. So, I scrapped it wracked my brain for a couple of weeks and eventually churned out the final product. In conclusion, I am going to avoid splitting up my writings in the future in this manner. However, this doesn’t mean I won’t do sequels. I definitely have more good plans for these two after Week Off, but I think that if I am going to write a long story I believe it is better to do it in one go rather than several chunked sections. Maybe this is just me being my biggest critic but any feedback on this front would be more than welcomed.

On another note, I am also starting on a second piece of writing:

-Hostile Takeover: A kinky story of hypnosis, latex, and droneification

This work is actually for a friend of mine. I am curious about the possibility of eventually taking commissions, so I am writing some stories for friends as gifts to see how well I do when I am writing other people’s characters.

Finally, as I am new to furry community, I am looking around for artists to possibly commission stuff because I definitely CANNOT draw for the life of me. Right now, at the very least I’d like a ref sheet of Fiz and a profile pic I can use on here. If anyone wants to recommend themselves to me feel free to get in touch. Also, if you have any questions for me about anything I do kink, writing, or just want to chat I am quite friendly and am always looking for friends, so my DMs are always open.

Anyways that’s all for now! Thanks for checking me out and stay tuned for more!
-Liam