[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.
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, February 12, 2016
Progress Report: Back on track!
New rule: No Skyrim before 5.
Honestly, it's a been an enormous enormous clusterfuck around here. Distractions, delays, excuses, missed deadlines... I mangled my sleep cycle beyond recognition, I was off my ADHD meds for like three weeks, I got impressively sick... I'm not gonna let it happen again, though. This month, I'm gettin' shit done.
[redacted]
This month was two musings, the first is a profile for a new sci-fi/fantasy OC that can fit into almost any unrealistic setting, and the second is a short scene about a pair of scaly characters. If you want to see them now, or vote on the musings for next month, you'll have to check out my patreon!
And, in regards to further progress, I've finally finished the rough draft for Operation K-9 chapter 2! I imagine, perhaps optimistically, that I'll be finished with it and the preview will be up sometime next week, so look forward to that! Speaking of, I should probably stop procrastinating and get back to the rewriting... >.>
Honestly, it's a been an enormous enormous clusterfuck around here. Distractions, delays, excuses, missed deadlines... I mangled my sleep cycle beyond recognition, I was off my ADHD meds for like three weeks, I got impressively sick... I'm not gonna let it happen again, though. This month, I'm gettin' shit done.
[redacted]
This month was two musings, the first is a profile for a new sci-fi/fantasy OC that can fit into almost any unrealistic setting, and the second is a short scene about a pair of scaly characters. If you want to see them now, or vote on the musings for next month, you'll have to check out my patreon!
And, in regards to further progress, I've finally finished the rough draft for Operation K-9 chapter 2! I imagine, perhaps optimistically, that I'll be finished with it and the preview will be up sometime next week, so look forward to that! Speaking of, I should probably stop procrastinating and get back to the rewriting... >.>
Monday, December 21, 2015
Progress Report: Holidays, man.
1/4/16: UPDATED
Hey there, squish here, just checking in briefly since I've been quiet for a while. I just wanted to let you guys know I'm still alive and writin'. I'm working on a new chapter of Operation k-9 at the moment, and it's going well! Progress IS definitely slow, though. With the holidays approaching, I've been losing writing time to holiday prep. You know, shopping for presents, decorating the house and the tree, decorating Grandma's house for her, baking cookies, frosting said cookies, eating the frosted cookies, having to bake more cookies... The usual stuff. Unfortunately unavoidable tasks, and tasks that tend to spoil the mood, as they say. I also lost a day re-watching Star Wars before seeing the Force Awakens, but I'm not gonna apologize for that. :P
Hey there, squish here, just checking in briefly since I've been quiet for a while. I just wanted to let you guys know I'm still alive and writin'. I'm working on a new chapter of Operation k-9 at the moment, and it's going well! Progress IS definitely slow, though. With the holidays approaching, I've been losing writing time to holiday prep. You know, shopping for presents, decorating the house and the tree, decorating Grandma's house for her, baking cookies, frosting said cookies, eating the frosted cookies, having to bake more cookies... The usual stuff. Unfortunately unavoidable tasks, and tasks that tend to spoil the mood, as they say. I also lost a day re-watching Star Wars before seeing the Force Awakens, but I'm not gonna apologize for that. :P
Anyways, I'm making good progress on the new chapter, knocked out about 3k words today, but considering the time of the month, the fact that the big day is gonna be later this week, and that there's new year's too, I'm not honestly certain if I'll be able to make this a two-chapter month. I'll keep writing, and maybe I'll be able to get the chapter preview out before the end of the month, but I can't really say at this point. Anyways, just wanted to let you guys know what's goin' on! Keep reading, and I'll keep writing!
UPDATE:
I got Skyrim for Chrismas (my new computer is the first one I've owned that would actually be able to run it since it came out) and the game ate me whole for about a week. I think I've slept like four times since christmas, and got my character up to 48. I mean, come on, YOU CAN FIGHT DRAGONS AS A WEREWOLF. How could I not do EXACTLY THAT?
Anyways, no progress on writing for that last little bit there, but I'm getting back into it. I'm gonna do this month's musings first, to get back into the swing of things, then finish off the new chapter.
UPDATE:
I got Skyrim for Chrismas (my new computer is the first one I've owned that would actually be able to run it since it came out) and the game ate me whole for about a week. I think I've slept like four times since christmas, and got my character up to 48. I mean, come on, YOU CAN FIGHT DRAGONS AS A WEREWOLF. How could I not do EXACTLY THAT?
Anyways, no progress on writing for that last little bit there, but I'm getting back into it. I'm gonna do this month's musings first, to get back into the swing of things, then finish off the new chapter.
Monday, December 7, 2015
By the Horns: Ch. 2
[pre-story] Hey there, squish here, with the continuation of Rhuno's adventures across Azeroth! The story, and the chapter, chosen by you guys, my faithful patrons! This installment takes our hero to a remote corner of The Blasted Lands. This one's takes off a little slow, I really wanted to get some character development in there, and it ended up taking more space than I thought it would. Hopefully, it was worth it in the end! Let me know what you think! And as always, if you like my work, [redacted]
Content Warnings: Huge cocks, excessive cum, impregnation, cumflation, and furries.[/pre-story]
Chapter 2: A Hero's Reward
Tonight, like every night in recent memory, a tense quiet hung over the Howling Drunk Inn. The few patrons, a selection of the town’s old, infirm, and cowardly, sat in humbled silence, nursing mugs of porter as the night dragged on interminably. Donna Berrymore, the innkeeper, stood behind the bar, mechanically re-washing the unused mugs. She was a mature woman, with warm tan skin, raven-black hair, and a glare that could send even the most ornery drunk cringing out the door. The young barmaid, Becca, was the only one moving, pacing around the room, clearing away empty mugs, impatiently seeking something, anything to do to keep herself busy.
Monday, November 30, 2015
By The Horns: Ch. 2 [Preview]
[pre-story] Hey there, squish here, with the continuation of Rhuno's adventures across Azeroth! [redacted] This installment takes our hero to a remote corner of The Blasted Lands. [redacted][/pre-story]
Chapter 2: A Hero's Reward
Tonight, like every night in recent memory, a tense quiet hung over the Howling Drunk Inn. The few patrons, a selection of the town’s old, infirm, and cowardly, sat in humbled silence, nursing mugs of porter as the night dragged on interminably. Donna Berrymore, the innkeeper, stood behind the bar, mechanically re-washing the unused mugs. She was a mature woman, with warm tan skin, raven-black hair, and a glare that could send even the most ornery drunk cringing out the door. The young barmaid, Becca, was the only one moving, pacing around the room, clearing away empty mugs, impatiently seeking something, anything to do to keep herself busy.
Becca was a petite, slender thing, just barely more than five feet tall. She had a cute, mousy sort of look to her, with soft features dotted with a handful of freckles, a cute little button nose, and large, chestnut-brown eyes. Jaw-length brown hair was tucked hurriedly out of the way behind her ears, a few stray locks curling forward to brush against her cheeks. Her uniform was typical of her job, an ankle-length brown dress that hung loosely off her admittedly average hips, a laced leather bodice that cinched her already slim waist even tighter, and a frilly top with a neckline that bared her shoulders and the modest cleavage of her firm, orange-sized breasts. She was practically the ideal barmaid, attractive in that girl-next-door way, but not distractingly eye-catching. She almost seemed to blend into the background when you weren’t looking.
Chapter 2: A Hero's Reward
Tonight, like every night in recent memory, a tense quiet hung over the Howling Drunk Inn. The few patrons, a selection of the town’s old, infirm, and cowardly, sat in humbled silence, nursing mugs of porter as the night dragged on interminably. Donna Berrymore, the innkeeper, stood behind the bar, mechanically re-washing the unused mugs. She was a mature woman, with warm tan skin, raven-black hair, and a glare that could send even the most ornery drunk cringing out the door. The young barmaid, Becca, was the only one moving, pacing around the room, clearing away empty mugs, impatiently seeking something, anything to do to keep herself busy.
Becca was a petite, slender thing, just barely more than five feet tall. She had a cute, mousy sort of look to her, with soft features dotted with a handful of freckles, a cute little button nose, and large, chestnut-brown eyes. Jaw-length brown hair was tucked hurriedly out of the way behind her ears, a few stray locks curling forward to brush against her cheeks. Her uniform was typical of her job, an ankle-length brown dress that hung loosely off her admittedly average hips, a laced leather bodice that cinched her already slim waist even tighter, and a frilly top with a neckline that bared her shoulders and the modest cleavage of her firm, orange-sized breasts. She was practically the ideal barmaid, attractive in that girl-next-door way, but not distractingly eye-catching. She almost seemed to blend into the background when you weren’t looking.
Thursday, November 19, 2015
Happy Birthday: Ch. 2 [Comm]
[pre-story]Hey there, Squish here, with the much-anticipated continuation of the Happy Birthday story! Between writer's block, negotiations for a book deal, my computer's self-destruct and subsequent replacement, unavoidable family obligations, and my toe's attempt at rebellion, this one's seen a lot of delays. But worry not, I'm back in the saddle, writin' up a storm! Anyways, I hope you all enjoy, I like to think it was worth the wait! If you like what you see, [redacted][/pre-story]
Content Warnings: unrealistic anatomy, incest, huge cocks, giant breasts, exhibition, excessive cum, cum drinking.
Chapter 2: The Main Event
John couldn’t help but watch as his mother climbed the stairs to the stage ahead of him, entranced by the almost hypnotic sway of her wide hips. With each step, her red stilettos tapped sharply on the stairs, and her mature, child-bearing hips swayed, sending her mouth-watering ass jiggling, tantalizingly close.The temptation to reach out, sink his fingers into that perfect ass and give it a greedy squeeze was almost overwhelming. He might have done it, were his hands not occupied holding on to a sister apiece. As his mother climbed, his eyes followed her, taking in the sight with blatant hunger.
When Ava reached the top, she paused, glancing back toward her son, throwing her long, dark, wavy hair out of the way as she twisted at the waist. John hesitated, stunned by the vision of beauty and sexuality before him. The stage lights made Ava’s flawlessly tanned skin glow. One long, shapely leg emerged from the slit in her evening gown, drawing the eye up toward her magnificent ass. The bright red, slinky material of her gown left nothing to the imagination, clinging to every curve of her mature, hourglass figure. Twisted like she was, her mountainous, beach-ball-sized tits jutted from her chest in what could only be described as a truly epic rack. The bedroom eyes she shot him and the soft smirk that tugged the corners of her full, red-painted lips up toward her cheekbones told him the view wasn’t entirely accidental.
Content Warnings: unrealistic anatomy, incest, huge cocks, giant breasts, exhibition, excessive cum, cum drinking.
Chapter 2: The Main Event
John couldn’t help but watch as his mother climbed the stairs to the stage ahead of him, entranced by the almost hypnotic sway of her wide hips. With each step, her red stilettos tapped sharply on the stairs, and her mature, child-bearing hips swayed, sending her mouth-watering ass jiggling, tantalizingly close.The temptation to reach out, sink his fingers into that perfect ass and give it a greedy squeeze was almost overwhelming. He might have done it, were his hands not occupied holding on to a sister apiece. As his mother climbed, his eyes followed her, taking in the sight with blatant hunger.
When Ava reached the top, she paused, glancing back toward her son, throwing her long, dark, wavy hair out of the way as she twisted at the waist. John hesitated, stunned by the vision of beauty and sexuality before him. The stage lights made Ava’s flawlessly tanned skin glow. One long, shapely leg emerged from the slit in her evening gown, drawing the eye up toward her magnificent ass. The bright red, slinky material of her gown left nothing to the imagination, clinging to every curve of her mature, hourglass figure. Twisted like she was, her mountainous, beach-ball-sized tits jutted from her chest in what could only be described as a truly epic rack. The bedroom eyes she shot him and the soft smirk that tugged the corners of her full, red-painted lips up toward her cheekbones told him the view wasn’t entirely accidental.
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