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2025-08-12 07:48:48 +0000 UTC View Post
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Notte
2025-08-09 09:01:58 +0000 UTC View PostOnsen
His name wasn't on any brochure.
Guests at the high-rise spa just asked for "the snake". Word spread fast, about the pressure of his hands, the way his coils wrapped around your thighs, the heat of his breath on your neck.
They said his touch got deep.
Too deep for some.
Just right for the ones who came back.
He worked in Room 47. Dim lights. Thick steam. A low ta...
2025-08-07 14:55:57 +0000 UTC View PostBowser Day 2025
The koopa king is bigger, badder and sexyer every year ♥
2025-08-06 08:08:44 +0000 UTC View PostBigger - [Patreon Exclusive]
MASON: Morning, sunshine.
MASON: (grinning) Where’d this cute little tummy come from, huh?
CHARLIE: (chuckling, leaning back into him) Maybe from all the late-night snacks someone keeps bringing to bed.
MASON: Guilty. But it looks good on you.
CHARLIE: (smirking) Flattery won’t get you extra pancak...
2025-08-04 09:22:42 +0000 UTC View PostSleeping Giant - [Patreon Exclusive]
I wasn’t supposed to be out this far. The trail had long disappeared behind me, swallowed by thick moss and shafts of golden light piercing the canopy. I liked hiking alone: the silence, the hum of distant birdsong, the grounding feel of earth under my boots.
I saw him before I heard him. Sprawled beneath an ancient tree: a massive beast, utterly unbothered by the world around him. His broad back rested against the bark, one hand relaxed on his thick belly, the other curl...
2025-07-29 08:44:50 +0000 UTC View PostYank - [Patreon Exclusive]
Kael and Tak were old friends, comrades of the hunt who’d long discovered the thrill of fucking in the wild, their passion a dirty secret shared between snarls and claws.
Today, the air was thick with their need, the forest itself seeming to pulse with their heat.
Raj braced against a cluster of bamboo, standing tall, his powerful legs spread wide, ass arched in brazen invitation, his heavy breaths dripping with horny anticipation. Kael growled, low and g...
2025-07-26 08:32:14 +0000 UTC View PostDanger (?)
I knew he was out there. I could feel it long before I heard the heavy footfalls behind me, the way the forest held its breath, the silence that stretched just a little too long. Something was watching. He was watching.
And I kept going.
The thrill pulsed through my chest like a second heartbeat. Leaves snapped underfoot, branches whipped at my arms, and still I pushed forward, knowing full well he was closing in. That big bastard of a bear. All heat and hung...
2025-07-24 08:12:53 +0000 UTC View Post
Slop - [Patreon Exclusive]
Notte was impossible to miss on the dance floor, a loud, grinning burst of energy in kangaroo form, bouncing to the beat like the music lived in his veins. He knew everyone, hugged strangers like old friends, and flirted like it was sport. And every weekend, without fail, he made a beeline for Riv.
Riv ran the lights and visuals from the booth above. He always acted unimpressed, rolling his eyes at Notte’s shirtless strutting and flashy jockstraps, but his gaze lingered ...
2025-07-18 15:44:14 +0000 UTC View PostEvans
Evans had always been too big for the office.
Not just in build, though the tailored shirts had never quite managed to button over his broad chest and powerful shoulders, but in spirit. He was restless behind a desk, bored of boardrooms and fake smiles. So one summer, without warning, he left it all. No resignation letter. Just a wink to his boss and the heavy thud of his hooves down the hallway.
Now, Evans runs Coconut Drift, a beach bar nestled between ...
2025-07-16 20:09:52 +0000 UTC View PostSoaking Wet - [Patreon Exclusive]
The late afternoon sun glimmered off the ocean, casting golden streaks across the wet sand. Cale, a young buck with sleek, salt-dappled fur, stepped out of the waves with droplets clinging to his flanks. His swim trunks hung low on his hips, heavy from seawater, clinging to the curve of his toned body.
He thought the beach was empty, just gulls and the whisper of tide pulling back. His breath still ragged from the swim, Cale wandered up the shore, out of sight behind a dune...
2025-07-16 09:08:30 +0000 UTC View PostRage (1992)
It’s 1992. The house is quiet, your parents finally asleep after the evening news. You sneak out from your room, socks whispering on the carpet, a bowl of cereal in your hands. The warm glow of the CRTV hums in the living room. You flip it on, aiming for Saturday Supercade or DuckTales reruns. But your thumb slips on the bulky plastic remote.
Static, then... her.
Maybe it was a glitch in the universe, a signal m...
2025-07-13 09:29:27 +0000 UTC View PostSPQR - [Patreon Exclusive]
The siege of Syracuse had ended in triumph for the Roman legions, their banners of crimson and gold fluttering over the shattered citys' walls. The air reeked of smoke and victory as the legionaries strutted through the conquered city, their bronze armor clanking.
Among them, Gaius: a towering black-furred bull, his helmet etched with symbols of Mars. His dark eyes scanned the line of captives, landing on a reddish-brown kangaroo: "Kaelen", his comrades told him. Curious ey...
2025-07-11 10:15:11 +0000 UTC View PostTide
The ocean cradled him gently, its warmth soft against his scales. Twilight was settling in, turning the sky violet at the edges, the horizon blurred with fading gold. Fera floated near the surface, his broad form half-submerged, the only sound around him the slow pulse of waves lapping at his body.
He held the camera low in one claw, pointed vaguely toward his chest, unsure if he wanted to keep filming or turn it off. The idea had come to him on a whim, one of those late-ni...
2025-07-09 08:00:08 +0000 UTC View PostHere... ?
The city stretched below in a sea of light, its heartbeat pulsing steady and low. Veyron leaned into the terrace railing, cool stone pressing against his palms, while the heat rising from his skin told a different story. His shirt had already slipped from his shoulders, clinging to the bend of his arms as if hesitant to let go. A breeze curled around him, catching the open collar and tugging it further apart.
He tilted his head back, tongue lazily trailing past his sharp te...
2025-07-08 08:00:05 +0000 UTC View PostAdrian
You almost didn’t say yes.
When Adrian leaned across your desk that afternoon, tie loosened, a knowing glint in his golden eyes, and asked if you had summer plans, you figured it was just casual small talk. But then came the offer: spend a few days with him down on the Amalfi Coast. “No pressure,” he’d said with a shrug, the way only someone like him could make a casual offer feel like an unspoken promise.
And now here you were.
The vil...
2025-07-07 13:36:04 +0000 UTC View PostEmbers - [Patreon Exclusive]
The forest air was thick with twilight haze as I pressed deeper into the wilds, each step snapping twigs beneath my boots. Then came the sound, low and guttural, a growl that froze me mid-stride. Through a break in the trees, he appeared.
An Arcanine. Towering and radiant, his fur shimmered with firelight hues, casting embers into the shadows around him. Muscles rippled beneath his coat as he moved with a slow, deliberate grace. His amber eyes locked onto mine, fierce and u...
2025-07-07 08:54:50 +0000 UTC View PostOne of Us - [Patreon Exclusive]
The midday sun filters through the canopy, glinting off Korrak’s bared fangs as he circles Varkis. The younger gnoll’s tail twitches, his breath shallow. This is no gentle welcome; it’s a raw, primal claiming, a test of endurance.
Korrak growls low, a sound that vibrates through the earth, and shoves Varkis forward onto his hands and knees. The ground is rough with roots and leaves, scraping Varkis’s palms as he braces himself. Korrak’s dominance is absolute, his...
2025-07-03 10:11:09 +0000 UTC View PostBorrowed, Never Returned - [Patreon Exclusive]
Mornings in the apartment stayed quiet. The air carried the soft hum of the city and the steady rhythm of the ceiling fan overhead. That quiet gave Alex room to move, to breathe, to do what stirred deep in his gut. He’d step into his roommate’s room, muscles tight, pupils wide, drawn forward by the scent that lingered in the air.
A pair of briefs lay on the edge of the laundry basket. Still warm with memory. Alex picked them up slowly, holding the waistband like somethi...
2025-06-28 09:27:27 +0000 UTC View PostSab
Sab lives on the fifth floor of a run-down apartment building with creaky elevators and a rooftop view that somehow makes it all worth it. The metro rumbles past his window every morning, the smell of street food drifts in by noon, and by sunset, the skyline glows like it’s putting on a show just for him. And Sab? He wouldn’t trade it for anything.
He works odd hours at a courier gig, nothing fancy, just enough to pay rent, buy groceries, and keep his running shoes in d...
2025-06-24 09:55:34 +0000 UTC View PostCock (hah!) - [Patreon Exclusve]
This morning, the scent of mischief rode the breeze. A weasel, lean and twitchy, had dared to sneak into the henhouse, his paws already too close to feathers that didn’t belong to him. But before the intruder could vanish, Sebastian was on him, pinning him with a strong claw, chest heaving with righteous fury.
“You’ve got some nerve,” the rooster growled, his deep voice a growl in the straw-dusted air.
The weasel squirmed beneath him, trembling. But S...
2025-06-19 08:37:40 +0000 UTC View PostBreeder's Routine - [Patreon Exclusive]
He’s already waiting for me, perched on that reinforced crate like a throne: broad, statuesque, every inch of him radiating raw heat and animal strength.
My stallion knows the routine. So do I.
He watches me with that heavy-lidded gaze, calm but coiled, his shaft already half-hard against his thigh, slick and twitching with anticipation. There’s no need for words. I strip off my coat and walk straight to him, my hands trailing over his thick chest, my br...
2025-06-17 08:08:53 +0000 UTC View PostJeremy
Jeremy held the screen door open with a lazy sweep of his paw, smirking as he watched you step inside. The farmhouse was cozy and rustic, filled with worn wood, the scent of fresh bread, and soft golden light spilling through gingham curtains. It felt lived-in, warm: just like him.
He followed you in, his tail swaying behind him, those heavy footfalls echoing on the old floorboards. “Careful where you step,” he teased. “This place might look harmless, but it’s seen ...
2025-06-13 09:37:27 +0000 UTC View PostRico
Rico was more than just a personal trainer. At Skyline Pulse Gym, perched high above the city, he was a spectacle an erotic motivator in feathers and sweat. His sessions were notorious, booked solid weeks in advance, and not for his credentials.
No, it was the way he trained you.
Today, the gym was quiet, sun filtering through the floor-to-ceiling glass, Rico already glistening from the previous's ...
2025-06-12 15:48:06 +0000 UTC View PostNeigh - [Patreon Exclusive]
Morning came early on the farm, as it always did. The sun was just starting to rise, spilling pale gold through the cracks in the old barn walls. I pushed the heavy door open with a groan, boots crunching softly on the hay-strewn floor. The animals were quiet still, save for the soft snorts and shifting hooves of my prize stallion, Rovan.
I made my way down the row, the cool air biting against my skin, until I reached his stall. And there he was, stretched out in t...
2025-06-10 08:27:26 +0000 UTC View PostThe Pact - [Patreon Exclusive]
Buried beneath the marble corridors of the Arcanum Obscura, an elite haven for magical prodigies, lies a place too old and silent for daylight to remember. There, in the damp, stone-blooded dungeon where torches spit low firelight, a lone figure stands in a ring of glowing glyphs, the shimmer of his blue scales catching each flicker like polished gems under moonlight.
Kaelen, a dragonborn warlock cloaked in divine pact and shadow, exhales slow and heavy. His patron, a storm...
2025-05-26 10:13:47 +0000 UTC View PostRas
You ever meet someone who walks into a room and owns it without saying a word?
Yeah, that’s Ras.
We’ve been friends since back when he was just another cocky bastard with too much energy and not enough patience - before the city learned his name and started whispering it like a warning or a promise, depending on who you ask. He’s a raptor, sure, but that’s not what gets people. It’s how he moves. Like a coiled spring in designer jeans, muscles alway...
2025-05-22 08:07:06 +0000 UTC View Post
DEEP
David slunk through the crowd, his lithe frame draped in nothing but a pair of skintight leather shorts that hugged his hips and left little to the imagination. His russet fur gleamed under the faint glow, tail swaying with a deliberate, teasing flick. His amber eyes, sharp and hungry, scanned the room, lips curled into a smirk. He was no stranger to these nights, his reputation as a shameless slut preceded him, whispered in the eager growls of those who’d tasted his talents. Tonight, h...
2025-05-19 10:02:01 +0000 UTC View Post