Coyo is a little slice of soul that resides in the aether, projected from a typist. Let's get the typist information out of the way first.

The typist is an old male with neuter pronouns that never really considered itself a "man". It is an introvert hermit, smart enough to have an engineering degree but foolish enough to do little more than bumble through life. It is asexual or perhaps "cerebosexual" in that contact with smart minds (of any gender) make it giddy. It is very shy and fearful of humans; its probably too shy to put on a fursuit even if it really kind of wants to.

So Coyo is a coyote with all sorts of fetishes and perversions. The typist is a bit embarrassed about the things that turn Coyo on, but its learned to accept that part of itself.

I love art that evokes emotions. I love reading stories - especially involving some sort of transformation of characters. I hope to be inspired to write a few things.

Some fetishes

* merging/conjoinment - especially where those joined have to work out how to live together and deal with their own sexualities.

* growth/macro/micro - an obvious one and it just stimulates my feeling of being and the sense of touch and an overall voluptuousness of existance.

* transformation - with a particular love of transforming into embarrassing things like body parts or livestock or useful machines. When reading a transformation story, I identify with the transformee, not the transformer.
- it can be temporary, like a fun vacation
- it can be permanent with the transformed eventually embracing it and moving on with their new life and leaving the old one behind.