
On a whim I bought a strange glowing gas mask from an oddity shop run by a kindly but very strange female deer. I figured it would be good to have in case I ever took up spray painting, and it would look neat on a shelf besides.
Getting it home, I had to try it on at least once, so I brought it up to my face. Rubbery straps slid out of the sides as I brought it near my snout, their touch surprising me as my vision was blocked by the approaching mask. I jerked and tried to claw at the mask to pull it away, my wing and foot claws coating in the shiny substance with every attempt. Inside the mask my vision started to turn green, the fumes from the filters climbing into my mind. Urges began to well within, the urge to steal, to capture, to make others like me... just not as mentally aware of what they were doing... I would take this city and show it how to relax... to show it how to listen... to show those stupid super heroes how to grovel before their new master... The great villain Thrall!
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This depicts a character that I have grown very close to, but I have not uploaded yet... Much like most of the art I have bought or made. Akaurus my Jackal/Wyvern hybrid designed by ColdGemini and my official Fursona. I will be uploading more of him soon.
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Getting it home, I had to try it on at least once, so I brought it up to my face. Rubbery straps slid out of the sides as I brought it near my snout, their touch surprising me as my vision was blocked by the approaching mask. I jerked and tried to claw at the mask to pull it away, my wing and foot claws coating in the shiny substance with every attempt. Inside the mask my vision started to turn green, the fumes from the filters climbing into my mind. Urges began to well within, the urge to steal, to capture, to make others like me... just not as mentally aware of what they were doing... I would take this city and show it how to relax... to show it how to listen... to show those stupid super heroes how to grovel before their new master... The great villain Thrall!
This is a fantastic piece by my friend

This depicts a character that I have grown very close to, but I have not uploaded yet... Much like most of the art I have bought or made. Akaurus my Jackal/Wyvern hybrid designed by ColdGemini and my official Fursona. I will be uploading more of him soon.
Go Buy Things From ColdGemini!!
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Why thank you my dear orca. If you desire a look like this, I may be able to assist. *One of the straps flowing around me dips behind my back and soon appears with a shiny gasmask that seems shaped perfectly for the rounded muzzle of an orca*
Or you could always see my dear friend and get your own suit. Then you would have powers to seal behind this nice tight gasmask once it is placed upon you.
Or you could always see my dear friend and get your own suit. Then you would have powers to seal behind this nice tight gasmask once it is placed upon you.
*Slides one strap up to cup her chin* Perfect, you looked like an adventurous type. Now, breathe in deep as it slides into place. *The strap with the mask in hand moves closer to your face, the musky gas filling your senses as straps on the sides of the maks reach out towards the back of your head.*
*Before this moment you may not have known that your head could actually feel green, but the concentrated gas fills your body with that sensation. Your dizziness gives way to mental sluggishness, thoughts becoming difficult as the mask does its work. The straps on the mask have since disappeared into the solid smooth rubber covering your head and flowing down your neck and chest. Rubbery straps reach out from the flow to grab at your weakened arms, pulling them tight to your chest and wrapping them to your breasts.* That's it my orca, just keep breathing it in and let that mind drain. You dont need to think anymore, just let your master do it for you. Become a good minion for me.
Mnn..nnff... hufff... *Swaying a bit as everything felt...green....drowsy...she could feel the mask spreading and covering her entire form, arms pushed up against her chest...but she was struggling to think at all....staring at you through the lenses, slouching forwards a bit....breathing in....head...spinning...* Huff....huff...
Good minion *The strap that has been rubbing your chin now holds your head from falling forwards. Some of your weight supported by your master as he watches the thoughts drain from behind your eyes.* Just listen to me, your own thoughts are just silly and tiring, only your master's words, his orders are important. His thoughts are yours. *the rubber that encases your chest has smoothed over, eliminating any hint of the presence of your arms or breasts. Your hips and upper legs are quickly covered, your markings disappearing under the uniform darkness of the suit, soon to look like all the rest of the drones hidden in my lair. Your tail and the hint of your dorsal fin the only clues that a cetacean rests beneath.*
*I grin behind my own mask, letting go of your head as the suit finishes covering you. Your feet now non descript and almost hoof like in appearance. I step back and pat your head with a strap, a pair of your own habging limply from your shoulders.* Stand up straight Minion #625, give me a bow and then go join the rest of your fellow servants in cleaning the lair. I am sure we will have some guests soon.
Hufff.... *Slowly stand up as straight as she could now, creaking with rubber the whole time, green gas flowing from her mask as she began to follow her master's instructions, bowing her masked face slowly with an appreciative* Huuffff...huff... *Before slowly shuffling off mindlessly to join the rest of your drone army*
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