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WOOO steampunk vehicles, also was trying to this in cronological order... but one delayed piece can screw all that up...so...
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"faster, come on your accursed thing." he cursed as his boot hit the floorboard. He was late and the expedition was setting out the next day. The bumping jostling motorcarrage rumbled across the Midwestern trail at a speed faster than most horses. But as he turned the wheel cutting close to the edge Ryans let out a sigh of relief.
"I'm never going to get used to these" the AM-Lincoln utility was not sleek by anyone's concept, more of a box on wheels, but the thing was rugged and it never broke down as long as you could keep the radiator cooled. he flicked a few dials, biting his lower lip as a little pulse came up from between his legs.
Even after all these years it was hard to wear proper attire, he'd been forced to rely on bandaging tape to retain decency as society had become more...uptight... both back in England and the Americas, and he couldn't very well wear the battle dress in something this cramped.
At one point he had to veer around a rabbit sending him airborne with an impact that caused his womanhood to send a shot of pure bliss into the back of his mind. Ryans let out a sexual cry of pleasure trying to keep the AM on the trail.
Eventually he approached the fort, turning the wheel and screaming "WOAH" at the top of his lungs. Nobody had taught him how to break one of these things and he spun straight into the drill field, clipping an occupied latrine, and coming to a stop inside a supply shed.
Brushing the chicken feathers out of his hair he awakwardly saluted the crowd of men. "Abraham Ryans reporting for duty... what are you looking at..." he raised an eyebrow "GET YOUR DOFFS BACK TO WORK" he bellowed, causing the raw recruits to rush back to their posts and work details.
They were cutting a route to california in the morning... this was no time to stand around gawking... He gripped his wrist and kept his hands away from that womanly purse. "that goes for you too girl."
Art by
jpenscot79__________________________________
"faster, come on your accursed thing." he cursed as his boot hit the floorboard. He was late and the expedition was setting out the next day. The bumping jostling motorcarrage rumbled across the Midwestern trail at a speed faster than most horses. But as he turned the wheel cutting close to the edge Ryans let out a sigh of relief.
"I'm never going to get used to these" the AM-Lincoln utility was not sleek by anyone's concept, more of a box on wheels, but the thing was rugged and it never broke down as long as you could keep the radiator cooled. he flicked a few dials, biting his lower lip as a little pulse came up from between his legs.
Even after all these years it was hard to wear proper attire, he'd been forced to rely on bandaging tape to retain decency as society had become more...uptight... both back in England and the Americas, and he couldn't very well wear the battle dress in something this cramped.
At one point he had to veer around a rabbit sending him airborne with an impact that caused his womanhood to send a shot of pure bliss into the back of his mind. Ryans let out a sexual cry of pleasure trying to keep the AM on the trail.
Eventually he approached the fort, turning the wheel and screaming "WOAH" at the top of his lungs. Nobody had taught him how to break one of these things and he spun straight into the drill field, clipping an occupied latrine, and coming to a stop inside a supply shed.
Brushing the chicken feathers out of his hair he awakwardly saluted the crowd of men. "Abraham Ryans reporting for duty... what are you looking at..." he raised an eyebrow "GET YOUR DOFFS BACK TO WORK" he bellowed, causing the raw recruits to rush back to their posts and work details.
They were cutting a route to california in the morning... this was no time to stand around gawking... He gripped his wrist and kept his hands away from that womanly purse. "that goes for you too girl."
Category Artwork (Traditional) / General Furry Art
Species Vulpine (Other)
Size 1280 x 1074px
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