[pre-story]Hey there, Squish here, rising from the grave with a new chapter in the unfolding saga of Emily "Deedee" D'Dvesti'Dvadtsat'Dva, as commissioned by Kaz! A lot of stuff happened, I been silent for a while, but I'm gettin' right back on the horse! If you want to read about what happened, you can check out my blog. Anyways, not too much to say about this particular chapter, I just hope you enjoy it! As always, if you like it, [redacted][/pre-story]
Chapter 2: Things Change
Emily squirmed, uncomfortable in her metal chair, her eyes downcast. She tried to keep her focus on the tray of food in front of her, and ignore the rest of the mess hall. She was dressed normally, a white tank top over a gray sports bra, with clinging camo running shorts that hugged her generous hips. And yet, somehow, she felt ...exposed. Naked. She could feel the eyes of the other soldiers on her. The looks of disgust, the furtive glances, the shameless stares, the hungry leers. She felt them all roaming her body as she squirmed in her seat, from her plump backside, squished against the steel seat, to her peach-sized breasts, firm and perky within her bra. Her cheeks burned as she tried to ignore it and focus on her food once more.
Even on the best days, the food was barely decent, and most agreed it was better if you didn’t look at it too close, something Emily was reminded of as she poked a shapeless gray-green lump that was supposed to be a vegetable with her fork. She shook her head, her ponytail swaying behind her, honey-brown with a thick black stripe running back from a palm-sized patch just above the middle of her forehead. Her pointed ears lay back against her head as she speared the vegetable lump and brought it to her lips, advertising her emotions in place of her tail, currently pinned between her plump backside and the back of the chair.
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Friday, February 26, 2016
Friday, February 19, 2016
Operation K-9: Ch. 2 [Comm][Preview]
[pre-story]Hey there, Squish here, rising from the grave with a new chapter in the unfolding saga of Emily "Deedee" D'Dvesti'Dvadtsat'Dva, as commissioned by Kaz! A lot of stuff happened, I been silent for a while, but I'm gettin' right back on the horse! Anyways, not too much to say about this particular chapter, I just hope you enjoy it! [redacted][/pre-story]
Chapter 2: Things Change
Emily squirmed, uncomfortable in her metal chair, her eyes downcast. She tried to keep her focus on the tray of food in front of her, and ignore the rest of the mess hall. She was dressed normally, a white tank top over a gray sports bra, with clinging camo running shorts that hugged her generous hips. And yet, somehow, she felt ...exposed. Naked. She could feel the eyes of the other soldiers on her. The looks of disgust, the furtive glances, the shameless stares, the hungry leers. She felt them all roaming her body as she squirmed in her seat, from her plump backside, squished against the steel seat, to her peach-sized breasts, firm and perky within her bra. Her cheeks burned as she tried to ignore it and focus on her food once more.
Chapter 2: Things Change
Emily squirmed, uncomfortable in her metal chair, her eyes downcast. She tried to keep her focus on the tray of food in front of her, and ignore the rest of the mess hall. She was dressed normally, a white tank top over a gray sports bra, with clinging camo running shorts that hugged her generous hips. And yet, somehow, she felt ...exposed. Naked. She could feel the eyes of the other soldiers on her. The looks of disgust, the furtive glances, the shameless stares, the hungry leers. She felt them all roaming her body as she squirmed in her seat, from her plump backside, squished against the steel seat, to her peach-sized breasts, firm and perky within her bra. Her cheeks burned as she tried to ignore it and focus on her food once more.
Friday, July 24, 2015
Operation K-9: Ch. 1
[pre-story bit]
Hey guys!
New commission! This one’s brought to you by Kaz! Not much to comment on with this one, though I have no idea how I’d categorize this. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!
[redacted]
Content warnings: Large penis, dog-girl
[/pre-story]
Chapter 1: Visiting Hours
The desert sun beat down on Emily’s skin as she jogged, panting heavily. The heat was uncompromising. The packed, dry earth underfoot had been baking in the sun all day, and it radiated heat, hot enough that she almost thought her running shoes would melt mid-strike, like some sort of cruel, cartoonish prank by an angry artist. She had to squint her hazel eyes constantly beneath the bill of her baseball cap, trying to filter out the glaring brightness of the sands that surrounded the compound in all directions, just beyond the chain link and barbed wire fence. Every breeze that came across the sands felt like the blast of heat from an open oven, and carried with it stinging, gritty sand that stuck to her sweaty, bronze-tanned skin, joining the sand that she could never quite completely rid herself of. And yet, she was smiling.
Hey guys!
New commission! This one’s brought to you by Kaz! Not much to comment on with this one, though I have no idea how I’d categorize this. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!
[redacted]
Content warnings: Large penis, dog-girl
[/pre-story]
Chapter 1: Visiting Hours
The desert sun beat down on Emily’s skin as she jogged, panting heavily. The heat was uncompromising. The packed, dry earth underfoot had been baking in the sun all day, and it radiated heat, hot enough that she almost thought her running shoes would melt mid-strike, like some sort of cruel, cartoonish prank by an angry artist. She had to squint her hazel eyes constantly beneath the bill of her baseball cap, trying to filter out the glaring brightness of the sands that surrounded the compound in all directions, just beyond the chain link and barbed wire fence. Every breeze that came across the sands felt like the blast of heat from an open oven, and carried with it stinging, gritty sand that stuck to her sweaty, bronze-tanned skin, joining the sand that she could never quite completely rid herself of. And yet, she was smiling.
Friday, July 17, 2015
Operation K-9: Ch. 01 [Preview]
[pre-story bit]
Hey guys!
New commission! This one’s brought to you by Kaz! Not much to comment on with this one, though I have no idea how I’ll categorize this. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!
[redacted]
Content warnings: Large penis, dog-girl
[/pre-story]
Chapter 1: Visiting Hours
The desert sun beat down on Emily’s skin as she jogged, panting heavily. The heat was uncompromising. The packed, dry earth underfoot had been baking in the sun all day, and it radiated heat, hot enough that she almost thought her running shoes would melt mid-strike, like some sort of cruel, cartoonish prank by an angry artist. She had to squint her hazel eyes constantly beneath the bill of her baseball cap, trying to filter out the glaring brightness of the sands that surrounded the compound in all directions, just beyond the chain link and barbed wire fence. Every breeze that came across the sands felt like the blast of heat from an open oven, and carried with it stinging, gritty sand that stuck to her sweaty, bronze-tanned skin, joining the sand that she could never quite completely rid herself of. And yet, she was smiling.
Hey guys!
New commission! This one’s brought to you by Kaz! Not much to comment on with this one, though I have no idea how I’ll categorize this. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!
[redacted]
Content warnings: Large penis, dog-girl
[/pre-story]
Chapter 1: Visiting Hours
The desert sun beat down on Emily’s skin as she jogged, panting heavily. The heat was uncompromising. The packed, dry earth underfoot had been baking in the sun all day, and it radiated heat, hot enough that she almost thought her running shoes would melt mid-strike, like some sort of cruel, cartoonish prank by an angry artist. She had to squint her hazel eyes constantly beneath the bill of her baseball cap, trying to filter out the glaring brightness of the sands that surrounded the compound in all directions, just beyond the chain link and barbed wire fence. Every breeze that came across the sands felt like the blast of heat from an open oven, and carried with it stinging, gritty sand that stuck to her sweaty, bronze-tanned skin, joining the sand that she could never quite completely rid herself of. And yet, she was smiling.
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