PLAN B

[Dark67titan]

Quite looking forward to you follower content( whenever you get round to), also will fucking her increase your or your followers corruption ?

 

[B]

Now that the statues are public, have a link to their Google doc: https://docs.google.com/document/d/14efe32yYsUpMizrh09Fqn0841YtfJk0cwu2f1WOL-tY/edit?usp=sharing

 

[Raskputin]

I really enjoyed this one, thanks for your effort!

 

[B]

Thank you for the compliment!

 

[Burn123]

Just wanted to pop in and say that your follower idea is dope as hell and I hope that they end up being implemented some day.
Also the statues are pretty cool, very unique scene and the dreams that come afterwards are a cool concept.

 

[B]

Hello! My name is B.

My current big project is for TiTS, but it's on pause while the commissioners get their things sorted out. In the meantime, Savin has commissioned me to write a short NPC for CoC2!

So: introducing Janet Jyrranaz, the venom-mage vesparan hornet-lady! She's a highly-corrupted miniboss for the upcoming Hornet Hive dungeon. After a run-in with a certain demon and being introduced to the wonders and pleasures of a more corrupted life, Jyrranaz sets out on a mission to find a way to turn any typical vesparan into a queen, thus destroying the concept of 'birthright' and giving all vesparan the opportunity to be who or what they want to be.
While you may think her goals are noble, her methods and means are rather... extreme. She comes with a bad end, should you lose/submit to her.

You can find her public preview document here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1-RWDp3a_YglEJVyfVQUyApNAiF5ENDOKPl32-9TdOI0/edit#

The document on my Patreon will receive all future updates, and currently has the Bad End written into it. I know people are really into bad ends, so if you want to take a peek at hers ahead of time, you can find it there!

{HP:One thing that you two <i>naturally</i> got around to experimenting with was the taste, texture, consistency, quantity, and refractory of the venom constantly leaking from Jyrranaz’s breasts. Repeatedly. Often more than twice a day. The taste was tart at first, but without fail, every mouthful would make you orgasm <i>explosively,</i> and with rewards like that, the taste was something you got used to in a hurry. A few minutes with her particular breastmilk were all the incentive you needed to be a good little [char.boyGirl].}

And if the venom constantly leaking from her chest was as potent as it was, of <i>course</i> both of you were curious if the fluids from her cunt had the same effects. So that was an experiment you two conducted, usually about three times a day, but one <i>particularly</i> raucous day had you ‘conduct’ that ‘test’ a dozen times. You had no say in when Jyrranaz wanted you to taste her: she usually wanted one ‘test’ done in the morning; then the next one was whenever the mood struck her; then usually one more before the night fell. Sometimes you woke up to her straddling your face, eager to get started on the day’s work. Sometimes she’d get frustrated at the unexpected results of a test and she needed a more <i>consistent</i> test to take her mind off it. It had gotten to the point where she didn’t need words: if she spread her legs and slapped her thigh, you knew she wanted you in between her legs, sucking down her pussy-venom, to collect more information.

 

[B]

Updated Jyrranaz with 3,000 words! This complete a post-victory scene; the options to let her go and to kill her (if you're stone cold like that); a scene where you shove her own titty into her mouth and make her drink; and a good chunk into a titfuck scene. There's lots going on!

You kneed her boob with your fingers, and you <i>hear</i> it gush into her open mouth. Her cheeks balloon with her breast-venom, and once she’s good and ready, she swallows – and her body is <i>racked</i> with orgasm, from her scalp to her toes. Her shoulders, to her chest, to her stomach, to her thighs, and everything in between and on either side shake and shiver like a leaf in the wind, and with every gyration, her pussy gushes, clamps, spreads, and gushes again, adding to the building puddle beneath her.

Her cheeks start to turn purple after a solid minute of constant venom-induced orgasm, and you give the poor girl a moment to breath, releasing her breast and letting it flop from her mouth. Even then, it takes her another moment to realize that she isn’t breathing, and she takes a deep, surprised breath – and the smell of her breath hits her own nostrils, and she has another, smaller orgasm, right on the spot.

If you want more sexy hornet playtimes, be sure to hit up my Patreon for this new content!

 

[B]

Updated with 1,800 words, completing her Titfuck scene! Most of these are variations based on cock length and cum volume.

All the sensations catch up to you in a hurry: from the pheromones still permeating the room and thick enough to tint the air, to the sight and breathy sounds of Jyrranaz so willingly offering her chest for your pleasure, to the sensation of your dick in between those warm, sticky, luscious boobs of hers[char.cockRange 12 18|, to the feel of her kissing and sucking on your cock with every thrust in|, to the feel of her warm tongue giving the underside of your meat a bath].

Your fingers grip onto her flesh a little harder, sending more streaks of her venom through the air and staining the floor around you. Jyrranaz can tell that you’re close; her eyes widen [char.cockRange 0 12 18|and her mouth hangs slack, ready for you to shoot straight up through her cleavage and give her a tasty cumshot. She’s moments away from babbling and begging for it|and she opens her mouth slightly, which takes that extra pleasure away from you, but she wants you to see you blow your load right into her slutty mouth. Besides, she keeps up the work by keeping her tongue coiled tightly around what’s still in her mouth|and, unable to lean back far enough to take your dick into her mouth, she leans in instead, nuzzling and nestling her face right up against the skin of your shaft. If she can’t taste your cum, she can at least feel it pump from your cock].

She needs at least one more sex scene before I'm willing to call her completed, but I'm not sure what it should be and it's very early in the morning, so I'm drawing a bit of a blank. Hopefully a sleep will clear my head and give me some ideas.

In the meantime, why don't you subscribe to my Patreon before they come for me too?

 

[B]

Updated Jyrranaz with 2,100 words! This completes a pretty unique sex scene, where you milk her stinger and you ride that huge, phat abdomen of hers to your own sexual completion:

You try and keep a clear, creative mind in spite of the pleasure of bucking your crotch against her giant fuzzy butt. You have more than your hands to milk Jyrranaz with: you use them and your thighs together, squeezing and pushing at different parts of her rear for better results.

And does it <i>ever</i> work. You’re facing away from Jyrranaz, so you can’t see her face, but she’s choking on her own breath in pleasure, and she usually uses what little oxygen is in her lungs to shout ‘yes!’ and ‘more, please!’ to you. Her body is quivering so badly that the vibrations are adding to your own pleasure, and you can hear the splatter of her venomous juices against the floor with every other pass alongside the frantic schlicking of a woman with a desperate need – she’s probably three or maybe even four knuckles deep into herself.

The imagery you <i>can</i> see is just as unsubtle: when your hands travel towards her stinger, it extends to its full length and it squirts a heady, frankly-impressive amount of venom as far forward as where the floor meets the wall. The long, deep streaks of purple are far more vibrant than from any other part of her body, denoting its potency – a rogue thought wonders just what <i>would</i> happen if this horny woman’s venom entered your bloodstream.

I'm not sure how much more I intend to write - such as a repeat encounter, or talking topics. I'll have to talk to Savin about it.

But until then, sub to my Patreon to ensure that I keep eating, I'm so tired and hungry

 

[B]

Updated with 1,400 words! This is just repeat-encounter stuff, so you can enjoy titfucking, or stinger-milking, or self-breastfeeding Jyrranaz as often as you like. This completes Jyrranaz's content!

“More specifically, I think it was the adrenaline from the fight, and not necessarily the fight itself,” she says, stepping into your space. “I’ll admit that I don’t exactly get a lot of exercise anymore, since I’ve taken to my higher calling. If we can really get my blood pumping like we did when we first met, I think I can more routinely get this higher-grade venom to test with.”

From the language her body’s giving you – eyes narrowed, warm smile, close body – you think she knows exactly what she needs to do to ‘get her adrenaline going.’ But you play coy and ask if she has any… <i>ideas.</i>

“What I’m saying–” She pauses and tilts her head in confusion. “I’m sorry. All this time, I never asked for your name.”

That’s true; you never introduced yourself. You give her your name.

“What I’m saying, [pc.name],” she says, licking her lips as though she were tasting your name on her tongue, “is that there are</i> friendlier,<i>” she says haltingly, stepping into your body and wrapping her leg around yours, “and more</i> mutually rewarding <i>ways you and I could get my adrenaline</i> pumping.<i>” She licks her lips again. “And maybe some other fluids, too.”

It’s difficult to resist an offer like that, but you establish the need for just one ground rule: you’re in charge. None of her venom is going into you without your permission. The sex goes at your pace.

Jyrranaz, in total compliance, slips to her knees in front of you. “I serve two queens already, [pc.name],” she says, her eyes wide up at you and her cheek resting on your thigh. “I can add a [pc.master] to the list.”

It'll be a long while yet until Jyrranaz is in-game, so if you want to read her content in full before then, be sure to sub to my Patreon!

 

[B]

Hello! My name is B, and it's time to write some more content for CoC2.

Specifically... it's time to write the second sequel to Brooke, and the first sequel to Paige!

Brooke was my breakout character for CoC1: you met her in the showers of the Tel'Adre gym. Paige was my follow-up character, specifically written because I was requested to write "Space Brooke," and she turned out to be one of my most successful and well-regarded characters in that game.

Now, I'm finally ready to write the next in the iterations of Brooke: the character colloquially known as "Brooke 3.0."

Introducing: Zo, the lupine monk!
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1TSTvwg2-RM9_TxuikF8U9mMbhBOqiwRfozJFfWRw28w/edit

This document outlines everything that Zo is; what we can expect in terms on content for her; and what she looks like. It's 6,000 words and includes her intro sequence and the Appearance screen. Brooke and Paige were both based on the German Shepherd breed of dog; Zo, while still having German Shepherd colours, is actually based on Lucario, the Aura Pokemon, and she has a similar gimmick to her: she's a chi practitioner, and is able to see the life energies of all the living creatures around herself. With enough practice and training, she'll eventually be able to wield her own chi in varied and unique ways.

Brooke and Paige both had different physical disabilities that they, as characters, had to work around. Zo, being a Brooke, is no different: this time around, she's actually a mute, and she can't speak a word. While this will make writing Talk scenes a bit underwhelming, it'll also be a fun and unique challenge to make her as well-fleshed-out as her two predecessors (which I intend to do, so help me!).

That document is the free, public version; you can find the Patreon version on, where else, but my Patreon. The Patreon doc currently doesn't have any different or additional content, but all updates will be going to it.

I'm very excited to write Zo, and I hope you're looking forward to reading her!

 

[B]

Updated Zo with 4,300 words! All of this is character/worldbuilding stuff that lays the groundwork for what to expect as you assist Zo with her training. She lives a very simple, humble life without a lot of material possessions besides some necessities.

Zo sits at the edge of her bed, mostly naked save for a plain, featureless, white bra and panties, with the top of her white suit lying across her lap. She’s running the needle and thread through it, patching a hole she’s torn into it with her training.

Zo sits underneath the southern window, mostly naked save for a plain, featureless, white bra and panties, diligently scrubbing her outfit against her washing board. Her top’s already been done and hangs by a string she had rigged up against the window on the wall, and she’s gotten started on her pants, scrubbing at the fabric and getting them as white and clean as you know they can be.

She’s on her hands and knees, mostly nude save for her underwear, digging into the dirt with her bare claws, trying to plough the earth and get to the vegetables ready to harvest directly. You… <i>suppose</i> claws could make for a replacement trowel, although they wouldn’t be very effective or sanitary.

Her two-piece outfit hangs off the garden’s sole apple tree, on the lowest branch, each piece billowing in the wind – doing some bare-handed farming in clothing that’s entirely white would have been more trouble to clean than it would be worth, clearly. Luckily, the grove surrounding the clearing is pretty effective at blocking wind, so she doesn’t have to worry about her clothes flying away from an errant gust[pc.corruptionRange 0 40||, as… entertaining as it would be].

It wasn't my intention to give Zo so much casual nudity, but, well, she only owns one outfit, and she never expects visitors, sooooooo

Check out my Patreon! Tell your friends! Tell your friends to tell their friends! Tell your friends to tell their friends to tell their friends!!!!!

 

[Emerald]

It wasn't my intention to give Zo so much casual nudity, but, well, she only owns one outfit, and she never expects visitors, sooooooo

I actually like this casual nudity/semi-nudity, not even because it's a porn game but because usually that stuff is sexual in some way otherwise (Even when its casual in other places it's usually always very sexualized) so seeing it as more of a normal every day thing that's more mundane in text (from the looks of the teasers you give a least, it might be less mundane than what we see for all I know) for the character in a porn game is something I find refreshing.

Btw hope Zo gets finished, she's pretty cute and I rarely see many mute characters outside the other disability types. Speaking of that, if I may ask in the same post, what has you sticking to the whole "disabled character" thing with your submissions outside keeping to a running them from the very first one? Do you like the challenge it gives maybe? You started with Brooke's banged up hand, then Paige's blindness, and now Zo being a mute character. If you were to write another for these games some time in the future do you perhaps intend on "finishing" the disability trio by creating a deaf character later on?
(I hope you don't mind me asking, I simply noticed a running theme with your more invested FenGame characters and wondered if there was a reason or anything like that as to why.)

 

[B]

Speaking of that, if I may ask in the same post, what has you sticking to the whole "disabled character" thing with your submissions outside keeping to a running them from the very first one? Do you like the challenge it gives maybe? You started with Brooke's banged up hand, then Paige's blindness, and now Zo being a mute character. If you were to write another for these games some time in the future do you perhaps intend on "finishing" the disability trio by creating a deaf character later on?
(I hope you don't mind me asking, I simply noticed a running theme with your more invested FenGame characters and wondered if there was a reason or anything like that as to why.)

Straight-up, the only reason why Paige and Zo have disabilities is because Brooke had one before them. Paige and Zo are meant to be "sequels" to Brooke, and they all have the same character beats and types:

• They're all pure female, in a game trilogy where that's not as common as you might think
• They're all dog girls. Specifically, they all take after the German Shepherd breed. Zo deviates the most from this but still has the same bolder fur colours: browns, blacks, and whites.
  
• They all have some history with law enforcement (Brooke was a guard; Paige was a pirate; Zo was, at one point, a vigilante) and they were all had a slashing injury on the job
  
• They're all super fit. As Paige's OP put it: "Less Zack Khan, more Samantha Wright, with better abs"

If I were to write Brooke 4.0, she'd likely have the same story beats as these, in the name of continuity. Just in case anyone thought I have a thing for disabled women, haha

 

[B]

Updated Zo with 4,000 words! Like before, this is all character and world-building stuff - as I have her progression mapped out in my head, she's not going to get to the sexy bits for a hot minute. Paige was always highly praised for her character and story, though, so for people that are expecting more of that with Zo, you're in for a treat!

As soon as she thrusts her hands forward, the clothing on her body flutters violently against her fur, caught in a fierce wind; the walls of her old shack creak and strain to maintain their shape; and the bulbous ends of her braided hair stand straight up, shaking intensely, held by some invisible force. The grass between Zo and the dummy bends outward, forming a pathway straight through it from it to her, sequentially struck by something travelling at an intense speed; once it hits the dummy, it’s thrust backward, pushed by an intense kinetic force, its helmet flying clear off its head.

Then, suddenly, it’s all over, just as quickly as it began. Zo takes a moment to herself, satisfied with her progress – before she starts again, keeping her legs still as her arms start the wide circle in front of herself, preparing to strike the dummy from the distance she’s at once more. The dummy itself is standing – though a bit worse for wear.

Why don't you hadouken your way over to my Patreon and hadouken me a fiver? I'd appreciate it!

 

[B]

Updated Zo with 4,000 words! This completes her [=Equanimity=] scene and makes some headway into your [=Intuition=] training with her. No sexiness yet, but includes lots of handholding and one scene where you see her headlights. Also, you two invent baseball.

Zo turns to you as she steps into the shack. Her eyes are on your own; they travel from your eyes, to your [pc.feet], then back up. She looks over her shoulder, nibbling into her bottom lip, as she considers maybe inviting you in. And, from the look of her nipples pressing against the cloth of her top, she may really, <i>really</i> want to.

Just to be clear, you ask her if she’s asking you to throw rocks at her. She nods, then steps ten paces away, her weapon at the ready: one stick in her hand, and the other tucked into her armpit, ready to swing as soon as you throw a rock.

It’s certainly an unusual method of teaching[pc.isDK|, but, hell, you won’t deny that throwing rocks at someone can be fun[pc.corruptionRange 50 100|… even if it’s less fun when they ask you to do it]]. You open softly, with an underhand toss, arcing the pebble through the air towards her. She swings at it, but the only sound you hear is the whiff of her weapon arcing through the open air – she’s missed entirely.

Undeterred, she resumes her stance, and you underhand toss the second one. When she swings, you hear the <i>clack!</i> of her weapon striking true, followed by the sound of the pebble shooting through the air like an arrow. Already she’s prepared for the next, so you toss it underhanded again, and again, as soon as the pebble is in her weapon’s reach, she swings, and she strikes the rock into the grass between you two.

You wonder to yourself if maybe you’re going a bit soft on her. You aren’t sure if you’d appreciate such kiddy-glove throws. You asked her for training, and you aren’t sure how much <i>training</i> she’s getting from hitting gently-arcing rocks moving at slow, arced speeds through the air. So, you reel your arm back, and you throw the last one as hard as you can, overhand and straight at her.

You do indeed hear another <i>clack!</i> echo through the grove – and you see Zo lean her head back, recoiling from the strike. When she leans forward again, she removes her silver mask, her fingers gently rubbing at her forehead. You beaned her right in the face!

Before you have the chance to apologize, though, Zo nods enthusiastically to you, and she spins her index finger in a circle as she places her mask back on. She wants you to do it again.

Well… okay. She asked. You start combing the grass from more pebbles.

It’s difficult to forget the kind of highly-unique training regimen that Zo put you through the last time you had asked for some practice with that weapon of hers. It was far more challenging than you had expected: it tested not only your comfort and proficiency with a weapon you could barely understand how to hold and swing, but also your hand-eye coordination far more than with a sword, and it also demanded that you take into account things like Zo’s body as she moved, to predict how fast or slow the rock moved, and what arc it would take as it went through the air, and when it’d be within striking distance.

Best of all, on top of being strenuous, it’s also pretty fun. If you and Zo sat down to establish some rules and guidelines, you two could make a game out of this.

It'll be a while yet before you can score a home run, but why don't you steal second base by sliding me a fiver and validating this really stretched metaphor?

 

[Nenawisc]

I must admit I'm of two minds about this.

One the one hand I like your writing in general and both Brooke and Paige in particular.

But I cant help but feel that muteness was maybe the wrong choice of disability. Not that I doubt your writing skill but body language can be highly subjective and is hard enough to do in a visual medium.
Describing minute changes in expression/posture in writing will certainly be hard, I imagine.

But I want to remain optimistic so good luck with this.

 

[B]

But I cant help but feel that muteness was maybe the wrong choice of disability. Not that I doubt your writing skill but body language can be highly subjective and is hard enough to do in a visual medium.
Describing minute changes in expression/posture in writing will certainly be hard, I imagine.

It's true that body language can be subjective and isn't universal among individuals - for example, someone who is uncomfortable might display it differently from someone else - and my workaround so far is having the PC confirm Zo's intentions with yes or no questions, which can be answered wordlessly. For example:

Just to be clear, you ask her if she’s asking you to throw rocks at her. She nods,

I knew from the beginning that writing Zo was going to be a challenge, but it was one that I was looking forward to trying. And it's been a lot of fun so far!

And besides, Zo is a Brooke, meaning she's fit, confident, and a fighter. If you do something she really doesn't like, she's not afraid to just deck you for it, haha

 

[B]

Updated Zo with 6,000 words! In this update, you two finish inventing baseball, and also, Zo gets naked in front of you.

Zo nods eagerly{Not Random Scene 3: and, unbidden, begins to undress, pulling her top off her body without a moment’s hesitation. Her {C-}{milky G-}cup breasts are {comfortably}{tightly} contained in a pure-white bra clinging to her chest and sinking into her fur; you hardly have a moment to admire the sight before her lower half is gone too, stripping down to a pair of also-plain-white panties, itself vanishing into the musculature of her thick thighs and the plush fur of her pelvis.

Zo disrobing right in front of you as quickly and excitedly as she just did is a bit disorienting, and not helping things is the sudden rush of blood to <i>elsewhere</i> in your body, but you hardly have the time to process what just happened before Zo is grabbing you by the hand and pulling you towards the garden.}{Random Scene 3:, pulling you by the wrist and yanking you towards her garden: her already being nude is something of a boon, since she doesn’t have to waste the time disrobing in front of you again.} [zoSexed|[pc.isDK|Naturally, you help yourself to an eyeful of her tight ass, barely hidden by those white panties of hers – all that posing and lifestyle training’s given her an ass made of clay that’s <i>begging</i> for a stress test. You like to pretend that her tail wagging is her way of agreeing with you.|Of course, it’s a struggle to keep your eyes above her waist – so, in a moment of weakness, you give yourself a glance. All that lifestyle training and posing has given her an ass that you can’t help but be envious of, atop of a pair of thighs that look like they could crush a melon. The excited swish of her tail is what drives your eyes back down whenever they look away.]|Hell, you’ve seen her even more naked than this, and you doubt Zo would mind if you admired the goods a bit.

You let your eyes fall from her strong shoulders, to her muscular back, to the damn-near-ceramic clench of her glutes, barely-hidden by the rapid swish of her tail. From the sashay of her hips as she leads you on, you hazard a guess that she was <i>hoping</i> you’d take a gander – and, when you glance back up, you see her eyes peeking at you over her shoulder, a sly grin spread on her lips. Maybe she wouldn’t object to a bit more ‘hands-on training’ once you’re done.]}

With that out of the way, I'd like to make an announcement:

COVID-19 is affecting the whole world adversely and is making each of our daily lives a struggle to get by. People are being locked into their homes and are being told to practice social distancing, for the good and health of the community, and the world, at large.

Similarly, not too long ago, it was discovered that regular orgasms and masturbation are directly correlated with a stronger immune system. A person's white blood cell count increases dramatically the more you masturbate.

My work is generally regarded well here in the community, and we're all having a difficult time getting through the pandemic. In order to make the boredom a bit less crushing, and, to promote healthier immune systems, I'm going to make all my current projects free to view, rather than gate them behind a paywall on my Patreon.

Zo herself doesn't have a lot of sexy content yet, but if you're interested in her as a character and want to follow along with her development, you can find her in-progress document here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1FbkQE6ozmq8_1gAPuhSHefUuSa_LYnNd92vihUPmlKY/edit It's currently 24.5k words, all for free.

All future projects will be free to read as long as COVID-19 is still a pandemic, although while I'm making the current version for my Twine game free soon, future updates to it will still be gated on my Patreon.

If you want to toss me a fiver to support me regardless, I'd appreciate it: https://patreon.com/TheLetterB

 

[Evil]

B, you're one of the good ones.

 

[B]

 

[B]

Updated Zo with 6,000 words! In this update, you learn how to Earthbend. This arouses the Zo.

You stare at the potato in your hand, still trying to process that you even managed to do that. Zo crawls toward you, [zoSexed|taking the potato from your hand and tossing it over her shoulder, not anywhere close to the clay pot: seeing you progress and succeed at her lessons the way you have is exciting for her, in more than one sense of the word, and as soon as you confirm to her that you’re as adept at using your aura to influence the world around you – and, likewise, you confirm that she’s a good teacher – she leans in, her lips against your own, her tail wagging slowly and sensually behind her muscled, clenching thighs.

It takes a moment for her to pull away from you. When she does, her emerald green eyes are curved into crescents, her pupils dilated on you and yours. The lesson is over, and although you two have only picked two potatoes, she’s about ready to call your training for the day. All you have to do is ask….|putting her hand on top of your potato and leaning into you and your personal space. You feel the heat of her furry body radiate against you, and her eyes curve into crescents as she smiles a smile that could outshine any star in the sky. She can’t speak, but even if she could, you doubt she’d be able to put what she’s feeling right now into words. You’ve been a model student, and, likewise, she an idyllic teacher.

It takes a moment for her to pull away from you. When she does, she turns her body, going back to work on the potato patch beneath you two. You couldn’t help but glance downward as she did, at the motion of her body, and it was easy to spy the dents of her nipples poking through her white cloth bra – and, as she works the field with her bare hands some more, her tail swishes gently from side to side with her hips.

Knowing her, she knows exactly what she’s doing. You wonder who between you two is going to move first. You kind of wonder how a mute woman like herself would proposition someone.]

I have an idea for the next training topic that make things a little sexy as part of the training. Give anyone that's thirsty for some action a couple drops of water in the parched desert that is Zo's totally-sexless content so far.

Read the whole 30,000 word document for free on my Patreon! But if you want to throw me a five anyway, I mean, that's cool, I'd be down for that.

 

[B]

Updated Zo with 6,020 words! In this update, you learn how to escape into the infinite depths of your own mind by separating your consciousness from your body. It's definitely not just sleeping. And, bonus, this update gets a little sexy!

Thanks to whatever Zo had just done to you, you have truly, inarguably achieved that sense of peace and tranquility that your meditation was meant to achieve from the start. Bodily concerns no longer cloud your thoughts and distract you from submerging your mind into the void of thinking-without-being, of consciousness-within-unconsciousness. You are no longer a part of the reality that includes Zo, and the air, and the grass and the trees: instead, you exist only within a pocket of –

You feel something wet, warm, hard, a little sharp, and <i>wriggly</i> jam into your right ear.

You bolt your eyes wide open, and you look to your right, to see Zo standing there, a huge, shit-eating grin on her face as her wet finger slides from your ear. She inhales and exhales rapidly through her nose, almost like she’s hyperventilating, but that’s just how she laughs. She wraps her finger in the cloth of her costume to dry it off.

Zo just gave you a wet willy!

And… you failed your training as soon as she did.

[zoSexed|She’s put up a hell of a good show so far, but she’d want you to keep going. Training isn’t any useful if you half-ass it, and you’ve, well, your relationship with her is a step beyond teacher-and-student.|[pc.isDK|Fuck it; Zo wanted a tough training regimen, and you’re not going to leave her disappointed. If taking your ‘personal show’ a bit further means Zo gets the training she wants <i>and</i> you get to have some fun, you aren’t about to deny you both.]]

You seek out her nipple through the cloth of her top and through the fine fur of her chest, and you scissor it between your index and middle fingers, pulling on it gently{, making the milk within her boob slosh and swish with the motion}, while your other hand dips beneath the waistband of her bottom, seeking out the pearl of her pussy; her nubby clit, sitting at the top of her cunt, surely just begging for some attention of its own. It’s hardly difficult to find the bead of her box: it stands like a lighthouse on the shore of her quim, letting you know that the real treasure is very close by.

There’s a certain finesse to arousing a woman[pc.hasVagina| – you should know, after all]. You don’t just <i>jam</i> a finger or two into her box and start finger-fucking her on the spot. You start slowly, circling the head of her clit with one finger, deliberately trying to keep from touching it at first. After a few moments of will-you-or-won’t-you, you press your finger against it, lightly shifting it upwards, not too much, not too far, and not too quickly: it’s a sensitive part of her body, and it needs to be caressed, not man-handled.

You sink your hand lower between her thighs, driving the outward side of your index finger in between the lips of her pussy, and pressing her clit into the crotch of your thumb. You gently massage at her peach, feeling them split at your touch while you gently flex your thumb in and out, ever-so-slightly squeezing her clit as you do. You nibble at the base of her right ear before you hook your index finger, sinking it into her, feeling the velvet skin of her pocket yield to you and allowing you into the temple that is her body.

Why don't you slip a five into the waistband of my Patreon account while you call it a naughty girl?
(Even though all updates to Zo are free, so you don't have to)

 

[B]

Updated Zo with 6,000 words! In this update, you learn how to stand on one leg, and, more excitingly, you finally start on the path to learning how to throw hadoukens/kamehamehas!

Like what you did to her, Zo grabs onto the pole and gives it a shake, only about as hard as you shook hers.

The motion of the pole jostling underneath you doesn’t force you to lose your balance – at least, not as suddenly as it would have before your revelation. Before, your whole body would have shook with the motion, as if you were an extension of the pole; now, the motion ripples through your body, shifting your ankle before it shifts your leg before it shifts your chest. You absorb the motion into your form, letting it move you before dissipating through your body: like how a rock thrown into a pond causes it to ripple, it will eventually return to its undisturbed form.

That said, you still lose your balance, and you fall back onto the stone staircase. When the ripple reached your neck, as slight as it was at that point, you instinctively tried to move your head to one side to counteract it. You couldn’t help it.

Still, you made a lot of progress. You’re reaching new understandings and achieving new disciplines every time you train with Zo, and, honestly, you can’t help but be proud of yourself. Maybe you’re not <i>supposed</i> to feel proud, and humility is supposed to be one of the disciplines that Zo practices.

Given the look on Zo’s face – a beaming smile, lifting her cheeks up to her eyes, and her hands together, clapping at the fingers – she’s probably okay with you feeling a <i>little</i> bit of pride[silly|, as a treat].

When she brings her hands together at her side, a gust of winds billows around her, ruffling her clothing, and you feel an invisible force push against not just you, but the hut behind her: the old wood creaks and groans as whatever this force is exerts itself on the dilapidated house. The grass at her feet bends away from her, trying to give her space. The force that you feel is stubborn and insistent, but not so strong that it’d knock you off your footing. Not yet, anyway.

Zo launches both of her hands forward with much more ferocity than the last time you two did this practice, her breath coming out in one single, forceful exhale. The force you feel against you – and the hut feels against itself – dissipates in a single, sudden burst, enough to make you shuffle backwards on your feet. A line is drawn in the grass in front of Zo as all the blades bend outwards, pushed aside by whatever Zo just threw out.

The training dummy remains unimpressed and doesn’t budge an inch. Whatever Zo just threw at it apparently didn’t reach.

Why don't you exert your wallet upon my Patreon account?

 

[B]

Updated Zo with 5,200 words! In this update, you finish learning how to, and you master, throwing hadoukens on command, and you get two-thirds of the way into learning how to tend to flowers! It's some very Doom: New Horizons/Animal Crossing: Eternal mood whiplash.

Thinking about literally <i>pushing</i> something with your arms and legs gets you started on a train of thought, though. Why is it that, if you were to physically exert yourself for a period of time, you’d feel tired afterward? There’s some kind of finite resource within yourself that’s being expended when you perform any action like that that’s replenished with things like eating and sleeping. What <i>is</i> this resource? Is <i>that</i> what you’re trying to draw upon?

As your hands lay on your chest and your fingers begin sprawling down your arms, you ruminate on how you can draw upon that finite well of energy the same way Zo had. It’s not enough to just tense your muscles and pretend. You think back to when Zo showed you the world through her eyes, and you saw the world’s energies as flowing, shimmering auras that every living creature, large or small, fauna or flora, emanated. If you’re to accomplish what she had, you need to grasp onto and draw upon that: you need to sacrifice a part of yourself so that you can influence the world around you, whether it’s something as small as striking a dummy standing a few yards away, or something grander.

Unbeknownst to you, with your eyes closed, the area around yourself begins to shift. The winds pick up, circling around your form, ruffling your [pc.clothes], shifting the blades of grass around your [pc.feet], and flowing through Zo’s hair. She smiles wryly and cocks her head to one side – no matter how well you do today, she’s proud of your progress and is eager to see how far you go.

Zo steps in behind you, wrapping her arms around you and meeting at your front, just above your [pc.stomach]. She rubs at it soothingly, one hand on top of the other, knowing <i>exactly</i> how it feels. It may not be the kind of ache that goes away from some massaging, but the sentiment is there, and when you lean into her and her touch, she leans back into you, letting you use her for stability.

You tell her that she’s the best teacher a student can ask for, and you ask if you’ve done well as her student. She, in her non-verbal response, rests her chin on your shoulder – you can feel her tail wagging rapidly behind herself from the way her hips are grinding against yours, subconsciously or not.

You ask her if today’s lessons are over. She nuzzles against you a bit. You ask her if you two deserve a reward – say, a mutual belly rub and massage. And maybe a happy ending to congratulate each other.

She takes a deep, shuddering breath through her nose, and she starts kissing at your neck. That’s about all the acquiescence you need.

In the next update, we'll finally be done with Zo's training and chi schooling, and we can move on to other topics - maybe some sexy topics???

Tune into my Patreon to find out!
Because it's free, and you can find it there, for free

 

[B]

Updated Zo with 6,000 words! We actually get a handful of things done in this update: you finally complete your chi training with her; Zo attains, then rejects, enlightenment; she gives you your own mask made of silver; and you two start fuckin'.

When you ask her if she has something on her mind, she reacts strangely: almost like you had startled her, but, at the same time, like she had expected, or at least hoped, that you would be there. Her eyes shift between your two again and again beneath her mask, and her tongue snakes out to lick her lips more than once.

She, as usual, doesn’t answer, and you think better than to ask her a different question. It takes her another moment to respond as she considers her options; from the look on her face, she wants <i>something</i> – and the more lecherous part of your mind is having an easy time reading her body language and jumping to conclusions on what, exactly, she wants – but she’s having a difficult time ‘phrasing’ it, as it were.

She sighs throatily, her breath coming out in rough ‘gargles,’ as she gets frustrated with her indecisiveness and her inability to speak her mind. So, instead, she faces you directly, her eyes narrowed underneath her silver mask, and she points to herself before she puts her left hand on top of her left breast, right above her heart; then, she points to you with her other, putting her hand on top of your chest, right above your own. She values you as more than a student and a friend, and this is the best way she can get that across.

But she continues: she points to you; then, she [pc.mascFem|makes a circle with her left index finger and her thumb, and she drives her right index finger into the circle, thrusting it several times|makes two V’s with her left and right index and middle fingers, and then drives them together, plugging the openings of the Vs together and bumping them into each other several times]. She’s looking to value you as a <i>whole lot more</i> than a friend, it seems.

Zo shifts her hips, grinding them against you, reveling in the friction of your body against hers. Although her hands are relatively reserved, they can hardly stay off you: they roam over your back and your shoulders, feeling your body underneath your [pc.upperGarments]{fur: and underneath your [pc.fur]}. Her tail is swishing hard behind her ass, making the motions of her body all the more pronounced as she humps you. She’s going at you like a horny teenager: eager, borderline desperate, but with a sort of reserved hesitation, like she doesn’t know where to start, or whether she really has your permission, or something equally silly-yet-endearing.

You get things moving a little faster for her by grabbing her by the collar of her top with both hands, pulling her into you until you two are nose-to-nose. She’s caught off guard and gasps in surprise, but as soon as she feels the heat of your breath against her neck, she sighs in delight. You lean in, pressing your [pc.lips] against hers; it’s meant to be a tease, a mere taste of what’s to come, but you feel Zo’s long, lupine tongue practically barge its way against your lips, and you’re neither prepared nor willing to deny her.

As usual, you can read it all for free on my Pareon!

 

[B]

After reading this thread on the PC's virginity, it occurs to me that, with Zo being in Harvest Valley and so close to the entrance to Hawkethorne, it's totally plausible for the PC to lose their virginity to her.

Maybe I should write that in. There's no shortage of people looking for that kind of content.

 

[Tristan Black]

Should probably track Zo down. I don't have much to do, and my group needs training up.

 

[Zewolfy]

B not missing

 

[B]

Updated Zo with 7,000 words! This finishes the lead-up to the first-time sex scene, and then completes the Missionary and Tribadism scenes, front to back. They currently don't have virginal variants yet, but I have it in my notes to do those next. And yes, she has knot support!

By now, she’s managed to take every inch of your cock, down to [pc.hasKnot|the tip of your [pc.knot]|the last inch or two from your pelvis], and from the look on her face and the movement of her body – her teeth chewing into her lower lip; her eyes flipping between focusing on you and rolling into the back of her head; the way her lips curl upward at the edges into a lewd, incorrigible smile; the way her hands are squeezing your own hard enough to leave a bruise – her very understanding of the world is being <i>reshaped</i> with every pound of your dick inside her. Zo had been starved for some real, intimate, human (for lack of a better phrasing) connection for many years now, and not only are you providing for her emotionally, you’re providing for her, and then some, physically.[pc.hasKnot|

When her pussy batters and stretches around the top of your knot, she doesn’t hesitate, and in fact, she barely seems to acknowledge it at all: driven by lust and instinct, she pounds herself against your bulging knot again and again and again, until, with one particularly needy drop of her hips onto yours, the petals of her pussy split wide enough to stretch against the crest of your bulbous cock meat. The lupine bitch within her takes over, and she’s compelled by one singular need: to be knotted. And, with a sharp inhale through clenched teeth, she pushes down on her hips <i>demandingly,</i> until her body yields, and, with a wet, thick ‘pop,’ every last inch of you, down to the root, is inside her.]

Zo finally lets your leg go and falls forward, careful not to stimulate either of you some more. You let go of her boob and you seek out her now-free hand, finding it quickly and interlocking your fingers again, as you guide her forward, letting her fall onto you face-to-face. You can feel her heart pounding away inside her chest as soon as her breasts come down on yours, and you feel her panting breath wash against your neck once her nose presses to yours.

Once you two finally start to calm down, you roll to one side, letting Zo topple over you as you do, and you release her left hand so that you can wrap your arm around her back, like you had when you started. Although you’ve both just had a world-rocking orgasm, as soon as your bodies hit the bed, your limbs are wrapped around each other, and you lovingly rub your noses together, you feel a different sort of pleasure altogether: the kind of ease and contentment that comes with being close to your lover.

For anyone not following my personal thread in the TiTS forum, I'm changing my schedule a little bit for the next two weeks. I'll be coming back to Zo on the 11th and focusing on her until the 15th, before swapping back to my TiTS project.

In the meantime, you can read every last word in her document for free at my Patreon!