I kept my discord here on my account for a reason, primarily its because if anyone wants to reach out and talk about my book or stories, they can do so, and I have absolutely no problem with that. However what I dont like and what bothers me is when people send me a message on discord and have nothing to talk about or say, when people do this to me and it has happened several times now, it feels fishy or like I'm being scammed.

So just to be clear, if you are going to send me a message on discord or a note, or anything to talk to me privately please, come to the table with an actual question or comment that we can talk about or discuss, please. For my sanity and yours.

I've been wanting to do commissions for awhile,and I've struggled with commiting to the idea, but I want to start opening myself and start committing to it, because I feel like my abilities are worth something.

So, for a $100(usd) dollars I'm willing to write someone an ~10 page story. The idea is to end on ten pages, or hit ten pages and find a good end point and stop. (If you are picked, full payment for the commission is expected up front, before i start working.)

I am willing to write and want to write stories involving: bondage, diapers, watersports, scat,

However, I am extremely open minded and I am willing to to try and write much darker topics such as: torture and snuff, I'm not as good in this area but I am willing to try.

I However will not write: Fanfiction this includes pokemon sonas, anything with vomit, excessive hyper proportions, and clowns. I will also retain the right to say no to a fetish or kink that bothers me, though this might be rare, I want to clarify this point regardless.

Please send me a note with your story idea and request, this is going to be first come first serve.

An Adult Watersports Story

The door cracked to my room, but I didn't hit pause on my game as I watched my Roommate strut in, naked, sweating, his fur stained in darker shades around his armpits and down his head and neck, dripping down his chest in small spots. The floppy-eared muscular mutt stood beside me and looked at what I was doing on the game, panting, I could hear him through my headset and smell his stiff scent. He looked at my tall 32 oz soda half full of ginger ale, popped the top, and swallowed the rest of it in big gulps, chugging it like a beer, before he sighed with a bright smile and dropped the cup between his legs and started to pee into the plastic cup.

I never listened to my game or music loud because I never wanted to damage my ears, plus they were already sensitive enough as is, so I could hear the hollow stream of piss as it smacked into the side and started to stream down and settle at the bottom, and small shifting of the noise as piss filled it more and more.

He leaned an elbow on the back of my chair as he continued to pee, he glanced at me, and our eyes met, and I smiled, shrugging as he smacked my headset off with the back of his hand, "I told you when I come into your room you drop everything, and you take off your headset, I want you to hear me when I'm talking to you."

"Right, sorry, sir," I answered as I fixed my headset around my neck and paused my game.

"I'm going out this morning," His eyes dropped to what he was doing because he had nearly filled three-fourths of the 32-ounce cup, a warm twenty-four ounces of urine started to settle into place. He tapped his sheathe and cleaned the tip on the rim of the cup, and finally pulled back before turning around to grab my towel, "So I'm going to get some breakfast, so don't eat anything till I get back. When you became my pup, you told me you wanted someone who could help you lose weight, so from now on, I'm going to be regulating your whole diet, So that's what I'm going to do. You'll eat like a dog, you'll eat from a bowl on the floor, and you will eat everything on your hands and knees and lick the bowl clean. But right now, I'm just going to help you push your boundaries."

He put the cup down for only a moment as he wrapped my bathing towel around my neck and tucked it into my headset before pulling my head back and picking up his cup of piss; he smirked as he kissed my forehead, "Open that mouth or next time I'll put a ring gag in," He ordered, and I opened my lips. He pinched my nose and started to slowly pour his piss into my throat, "Swallow," He chuckled in amusement as I took long, hard gulps of warm piss.

"I made sure to flush myself out, so your mainly drinking water that's been sitting in my bladder for a good hour while I worked out, I want you to get used to drinking my piss because the more we do this, the more you'll end up smelling like me. Everyone with a keen sense of smell will be able to smell me on you, and you'll be sweating my piss, and I'm going to mark you in every way. I'm going to piss down your throat, I'm going to wash you in it, and I'll flush your ass with it. Inside and out, you'll smell like me, and I'm going to mark you as my property, as my pup, and as my boyfriend. So keep drinking and chug my piss because we're just starting; when I get home, I'll give you a golden shower. I'm going to strip you naked, take you outside on lash, wash away your own scent, and make you my bitch, and you'll stay out there until you raise your leg like a dog and pee. From here on out, you're a mutt and will use the backyard as your toilet." He warned with the brightest and warmest smile, only creeping into the demented with a half-cheeked smirk as he finally tapped the edge of the cup against my lips and cleaned the side before finally letting me go and pant and feeling the bitter liquid in my gut leaving me warm on the inside like a salty tea.

"Got it, pup?" He asked as he ruffled my hair, petting, hugging, and nuzzling me with his jaw.

"Yes sir," I answered, and I watched as he reached down between my legs and groped me, feeling the stiff plastic that wrapped my loins, "We'll take care of this when I get back."

"Really?"

"Really? Little pup, you're the one who told me you don't want to do prolonged chastity. Do you want to do it longer?" My Owner laughed as he leaned on the back of my chair and continued to twirl my hair.

I shook my head, "No, it's fine, I'd really love that; thank you sir."

"That's what I thought, go ahead and bark for me pup." He directed as he tickled my chin.

"Wuff..." I barked and he stuck out his tongue in approval before removing the towel and hung it up on the towel rack by my door, he waved, "Love you too pup." He finished before he closed the door behind himself.

I felt the mattress dip, the bed sheets shift, and finally settle. Still, my mind lingered in the abyss on the fringes of sleep, my body's bio-rhythm already starting to drag me back to reality as it's familiar with my alarm acting as a lure so I didn't have to jump when it rang in my ear. But for the moment, while I was enjoying the subtle rise out of my subconscious slumber, a soft and tender hand stroked my hip, making my side shiver and my spine twitch, and yet I still didn't move...even though I knew one important fact.

I should be alone.

And yet my dumpster fire of a brain, too horny to realize what the situation meant, kept me calm and quiet, docile as tender claws pushed me, laying me flat on my stomach, hands, claws this time tugged at the waistband at my hip, and tugged my pants and underwear down just below my ass, framing it with fabric and bracing it up like a bra for breasts.

The weight of the bed shifted again, and I felt the cold kiss of lube on the valley between my cheeks, and I moaned softly as pressure weighed down on my back and started to tease the tip of the fake phallus into my ass. I don't know why or how I knew, but my mind echoed an image of a four-legged beast, a wolf of some kind, with the upper body of a human-like hybrid. I had never dreamed of a taur before. Still, here I was, allowing myself to be so easily manipulated by the dark succubus as she braced herself against my headboard and started to slide her facade deeper into me, touching the ring, the pit between the valley.

And then my heart was crushed as the illusion shattered, and I woke up to my alarm clock echoing its annoying chime and the bright light of the familiar screen telling me I needed to get ready for work.

I've been a bit...busy, and distracted and I know I haven't posted anything in awhile, it's nice to see people fav my works and the art I commissioned. It's kind of obvious I haven't been writing, for a long time I've been stuck trying to figure out how to best move the story along without turning it into a mess. I think I finally found a way to move along and keep the ball rolling at least for now. So I'll try and post more when I can, but soon.

In the mean time, I've gone on a big tangent and started just a fun writing project on the side, just to have some fun again. It's about the first boy witch born in a post apocalyptic America, in a world dominated by women and female witches. It's a mature and gritty style story dealing with, sexual abuse, fem dom, and exploitation, magic and I'm trying to open my horizons and make more human on human and human on furry gay scenes. I might post the first couple chapters in the next couple days after editing them.

For the longest time I had no idea what my villain of my book was, I know makes no sense all this writing and no conflict, no moral of the story? It was hard to figure out what I wanted to tell my audience or readers, I for the longest time just wanted to show you a world and race I had developed and created; but no I know what the dilemma really is, and it's been so simple staring me in the face...

And I don't want to say it, and ruin everything, but for my sake, in order to remember my purpose... I will say it..

The real moral of the story, the ethical drama is all about Balance, in everything and everyone, and the dysfunction a lack of balance creates. And the idea may be boring, over done, and over used, but for me it makes perfect sense and it's the answer I've been wanting to show everyone.

So, it took longer than I ever wanted to, but I'm finally back to writing a book with a fuckton of new and different characters to modify the story and play with different things. I wouldn't hold my breath, but I'm on page nine already, and once I finish, one of the primary conflicts coming up soon. I'll edit it and turn it in so you can read it; I'll also be posting more art soon that I got for Ecorein.

A short embarrassing fantasy about diapers and debauchery:

I shuddered in the cold dark, staring at my phone waiting for some kind of text from my roommate to show he was here since he told me to me him out by the gym dressed only in shorts and a t-shirt, so he could “teach” me somethings about weightlifting. In all actuality, I knew it was just to tease me, something Lloyd liked to do all too frequently, even now as he came up and wrapped his arm around my shoulder and screamed “Whatch doing!” just to make me scream as he laughed at my panic and wide eyes.

His arm tightened to keep me close so I could run or fall, as he pushed his monkey nose right up into my face, “You’re obedient as always, right on time, but still missing something.” He pressed as he groped me, grabbing my crotch in front of the doors of the gym. Hooking my body up into the palm of his hand to feel out the diaper between my legs and the soft sloshing dampness between them. I frantically looked around and pushed against him to get away so we didn’t cause a scene, but there was no one around to stare, and I couldn’t escape the wall of muscle in front of me.

Lloyd may have been the same height as me but that’s the only comparison that could be drawn as he was twice my weight in muscle mass, every inch of his body defined beneath the white-wife beater that he never washed, always retaining that hard huff of musk that made him impossible to miss unless you were upwind, and his black compression shorts which he wore only to show off the outline of the dick between his legs. His body, leaned into me, and his dick pressed against the back of my right hand as he compressed me, smothering my nose in his scent that wrapped around his neck as he leaned into a smile, “No one’s around dork, now stop screaming or I’ll spank you when we’re done, got it?” He scolded as he dipped his thumb into the hem of my pants and underwear and pulled it back to expose my chastised cock, a personal gift from him, “piss yourself, you’re not wet enough.”

“I can’t,” I whined, and his daring green eyes glared into mine like a father disapproving of a behavior, “Then standstill,” He ordered as he came around me, and pulled me into a hug, but his fingers danced between our groins, and I felt his soft prick against my stomach, before his other hand came up and around me to hold me in place, tying us together, making us look like a loving couple, he grabbed the back of my head and pushed my nose into his neck, “Sniff bitch,” He ordered with a solid whisper, as he exhaled and started to piss.

The warm liquid outlining my groin and the frame of the chastity cage, ticking the seams, and the shaft as it drained into the padding soiling it with a heavy soda and alcohol-based diet, musky and dark yellow. Something I could smell even from his muscular shoulder, which he ground into my face as he pets my head, “And there’s more where that came from if you don’t behave, so if you’re not leaking by the time, we get back to the dorm room, guess whose spending tomorrow as my personal urinal…You are.” He clarified on an exhale as if I didn’t know already while he finished up his exploits and groped my ass, mashing the plug up into my ass, forcing me up onto my toes to avoid the painful pressure of my constipation.

“We’ll take that out and you can spend the night stinking up your sheets, like a good little diaper boy,” He chuckled as he pulled his dick out and tucked it away, keeping a firm hand on the back of my neck as he led me into the gym, “Now let’s get to work, the faster we get done, the faster you can shit yourself unless you’d rather stink up the gym and get changed in the locker room…fuck that’d be hilarious.” He chuckled to himself, while I stayed silent, terrified to say anything in retaliation and merely letting it hang out in the air between us as the front doors locked us inside the quiet space.

This might be the most confusing topic I never really touched up, but ever since I saw the video of Magical warfare done by shadiversity on youtube, I knew it might be something I have to explain at one point because it's phenomenally important and how Mincridarn Battle Ethics were affected by war and how they affected it.

Forever since as long as the Mincridarins existed, they were given insight into the heavens and, they were born into the wilds of the lands they saw the battle of the fittest first hand every day they see the value of life, and yes life was hard but as they started to develop their magical abilities they started to see how powerful it really made them and loved and feared the power they now held. So Druids, the primary magic casters in early tribal civilizations and spiritual leaders developed "Natural Laws", which Mincridarins have held ever since then, essentially these laws helped create stability and order, and a sense of justice and peace when using magic.

Anyone can say and use magic to slaughter an army, to kill and maim beasts, brutalize them, it takes someone stronger, and wiser to preserve an idea of peace and assurance that a person has the right to defend them and no one has the right to use magic to "Execute" someone, cast a spell that would end their life in an instance. Mincridarins held onto these beliefs for hundreds of years, it made their victories feel earned, death and sacrifices honorable.

Humans on Ecorein didn't take up such peaceful extremes and use their magic to defend their lands and grow exponentially in a short period of time after coming into its power. However, this power caused them to stagnate for eons, as they felt safe behind their walls and more powerful than the barbaric Mincridarins who saw honor in death and the need to fight, and while the Humans stagnated in their cities surviving in perpetual Peace the Mincridarins through the centuries slowly developed their own homes, spread out across the world, developed trade route and kingdoms, eventually becoming more powerful than humans as they had in a way developed a sense of creativity with their magic.

Through the centuries of suffering, perpetual combat, and magical training, only the best surviving, have developed a union with their magical abilities, unexplainable connection to it that enhanced them, made them not only stronger physically and magically, but creatively. Mincridarins were able to create and perform magical spells and feats that humans could only dream of, and this is how the rivalry developed between the two races. That in several late centuries turned into a monstrous war.

The Blood War, a war of racism and idiocy, changed the Mincridarins, the ignorance, and abuse they faced from the humans only grew during the war until at last, enough was enough, it had to end, and end by any means necessary. For decades the humans had been holding the Mincridarins back at the mountain pass between their lands, but as their numbers dwindled, their people turned into slaves, hunted for sport, the King of Mincara during a Council of Kings with the Queen of Matra, King of Leggala and Ende, and Queen of Adestria, voiced their grievances and in a way asked permission to defend themselves.

It was no simple agreement and the debate raged for weeks until at last the Queen of Adestria settled the debate with her vote of acceptance; that was enough to turn the tide of the war. Shift it so drastically that in the span of a year the humans were pushed all but back to their kingdoms wall and "Surrender", but the war never really ended, it became a war of subterfuge and secrets, developing magic in hopes of changing the outcome of battles, and this type of battling went on for years, the racism and bigotry between the two races only growing until it spiked into small skirmishes and battles at the borders.

This changed however in the last decades of the war when the human king was assassinated by a "Mincridarn" assassin, this would serve as the final series of battles that were monstrous and atrocious staining the battlefields with blood and chaos, and with both sides dying out, the side that won was thanks to allies across the world. Adestrians stood behind the Mincara king on the backs of feral dragons and helped them commit a Genocide on humans hunting them down to extinction. Finally brought about an Era of peace for the Mincridarins who finally had the ability to spread out and rebuild without interruption and without fear.

Through the years they started to spread out and plunder and loot the desolated human cities, which slowly after centuries caused them to realize what monsters they had become. Because only in death did they actually see the beauty of the human civilization and their magic and technology, they stagnated and their development was slow, but their homes, their culture was stunning in their own ways. Little by little, the Mincridarins started to revert back to their old ways, vowing to never use their magic to slaughter ever again, to make such monstrous spells forbidden and punishable by death, even against monsters and beasts that hunted them in the wilds. They would stand above it all no matter how long it takes, always training, always perceiving, always conquering a new goal, and honoring their pursuits by abandoning shortcuts.

This is why, even in my book, where the demons are conquering earth that Mincridarins will never use their magic to instantly kill or slaughter spirits and monsters. They see themselves as trainers, protectors, wardens, but not killers, never again will they raise their weapons and spells, abuse what the gods had gifted them.

I don't know if anyone reads these, but if they do, well I know I don't post much, let alone anything really, not in a long time, but maybe this will help keep things fresh, keep my thoughts organized as I review things for my book, give you a look into my mind as I think about my book and everything about it.

So newest thought, I think the timeline is still too short, especially from what I'm trying to go for, after watching Wheel of Time on Amazon, I started to notice something and think back to what I learned from my creative writing courses back in highschool and college, as well as anthropology course because they share a similar topic of storytelling. Primarily the Hero's Journey which I constantly feel like my book doesn't have, there's nothing causing my Hero to really stand out, really define the stacks I'm trying to put forth, as well as give myself a reasonable way of doing exposition without it being so damn heavy-handed.

Because I want my character to discover the world and more about the Mincridarins, but that creates a problem because as a furry writer, it would be easy, easier at least to find an audience that can sympathize with the Mincridarins, because well...let's not be redundant, anyways, well I also want this to be relatable to a wider audience which is why I want to focus on a human character, that way it's easier to attach yourself to the characters and sympathize with his emotions as he goes and discovers this new world. But this new world isn't really new, it's earth, just devastated by war and magic, so how can I go into this story as if it is a new world, and the only thing I can think about is by expanding the timeline and letting the new civilizations develop.

If it's not clear what I'm talking about from this point, I want my hero to have a detachment from his home which he will be required to leave because of something and discover Avonmori, discover this new world of magic, and its history. Harry Potter has Hogwarts, the wheel of time has Two Rivers being attacked by Trollocs, Legend of the seeker has the Confessor and the sword of truth and the attack on his home, along with Eragon. Having the hero leave and travel the world, discover its lore and history is pretty much part of every Adventure novel, and it's something I'm sorely lacking and I don't really know how to correct or modify. Because not only is this important to the flow of the story but it also helps create the first paragraph which draws readers in and helps them stick with the story, and of course that's important.

However, if I'm expanding the timeline to give me a legitimate ability to pull Connor away from Avonmori, that also means I need to examine the sociopolitical structure of Avonmori, how it has changed over the years as well as the Mincridarn population which has developed there away from Ecorein. Especially important because of the childbirth laws that restrict human births in favor of Mincridarins because of their abilities, strength, essentially treating Mincridarn children as a military and necessary asset for survival. As I have to figure how much of the population is Mincridarn, Human, and even Spirit-based (Primordial/Divine and Demonic) as well as the half-breeds generated from this, like what are the rules of genetics? How does cross-breeding work between these races? Does it work? Does it not work? Does genetics favor one or the other?

I know it's a little pathetic but I just don't want Neko, animal-human half-breeds, even though it would be so easy to do, but if I allow that then that means Mincridarn DNA is far more malleable than I originally wanted it to be. Because it would be easier to just say that in Mincridarn genetics, instead of creating these extreme fur and scale patterns and amalgamations of creatures, Chimeras; it's safer just to have the genetics favor a single parent and avoid the topic.

But in all actuality, I think I'm going to retain that idea, and instead, just say that humans develop superhuman strength and powerful magical abilities thanks to the lineage, making them a powerful half-breed which could be used to create a new social/racial dilemma as they are clearly superior to purebred humans, and most likely the next true successor to Earth as they have the ability to actually conquer it again. Which now that I'm thinking about it, it is probably better than playing around with Zealots.

I want to keep Zealots so much in the book, the problem is, that they are monotheistic Biblical/Islamic orders and I know Jack-shit about religion especially anything biblical. I just know that if I don't cover the topic is a massive plot hole lore-wise because it doesn't make sense, massive powerful gods, magic, all become real and everyone just straight up accepts it? Nawww that makes no sense, I want my book to be reasonably realistic, but if I can't actually settle down and explore these religions, then all I'm doing is insulating these religious cultures out of ignorance.

I could say, that in order to avoid the topic, to make it less daunting of a topic is that over time, I can say that these social extremes have nearly faded out of practice due to being hunted down, fought in court, and stigmatized socially; that the sheer evidence to dispute the Tritalstic gods as evil just doesn't exist. As both literal angels and Demons, spirits can speak on the behalf of their deities. Which is an idea I'm now actually fond of because it avoids a heretical topic for the most part, and I can focus more on the social racial dilemma that is far easier to explore.

I think I'll keep up with doing these free thought journals because this actually helped me more than I expected, but if you have any questions please feel free to ask them below.

So I just realized I wasn't quite done as I walked away to go and get something to eat because going back to the half-breed dynamic, in order to refine it, if I were to use it in a character, then I could say that there is a pecking order to things with Adestrians on top, Mincridarins next, Half-breed and spirits, and humans last. With half-breeds in the middle, with the time and growth of their people they have grown to use their power to feel entitled that they are better than the humans, but because of this entitlement, this power that they use to lord over their lesser half that this makes the Mincridarins loath them and shun them. Because Mincridarins to them this is the exact reason why their world is empty of humans, the debate on who is better, stronger, they realize it has no value and instead sees the actions of others as more important. That they don't care about power, well they care about it but they care about the heart of a being more than anything else, does person regardless of strength still struggle to survive against the odds and fight to care about others. If so, then they will accept you, if not, well, they could care less. They are mortal knights, chivalrous to a fault.

What if I made Connor one of these half-breeds? This creates the dilemma between him and his parents and why they favor his older brother? Connor was and adopted Mincridarn half-breed, while his brother is their true human son. Exploiting Connor in order to get some kind of tax break from Avonmori, or maybe he's an obligation that they felt required to accept like he was the son of a family friend; either way, they could care less about and abuse him because they want him to leave the moment he's old enough, while they dote on their own normal son, who sticks his neck out and protects Connor which helps Connor stay a psychologically good character because he knows that not everyone is a dick.

I'm not sure how anyone feels about the stories I have written, but especially towards the end, my story started to drastically veer in a direction I didn't like. I'm barely content with it, but that's fine, I plan to reset and write the newest version of Master of Hearts right from the start. This new story will be drastically different and involve thoughts and Ideas that seemed too big to leave out and plot holes that I felt needed filling. My next post will involve a structured list of mistakes, lore, and possible plot holes that I'm hoping to fix in the newest update. So if anything in the story didn't make any sense you might find the answers there, if not, feel free to ask.

Thank you, and I hope there are some of you who will still continue reading and following along.

Yes I know I am having a problem with posting stories right now, and I'm sorry about that; there is no doubt that I will continue the story but life has distracted me and through these distraction I have written less and less each week to the point I now struggle with writing. So for right now, I'm just going to get back into the groove of things by writing something lack luster with the purpose of getting me adjusted back to writing.

Please and Thank You for understanding and apologizes for the long wait.

Right now, I'm working on acquiring a multitude of character reference sheets that I have Commissioned out, once I start getting those back you can start expecting art, and full blown back stories for characters, and details I might yet put into the story. I have a couple so far but I'm waiting the others before I start posting anything.

Thank you for watching me, I really appreciate it.