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This is just me fantasizing but in the future I can imagine a scene for the hopper and a sub steele to her, i'd prolly call it like "needy facefuck" or something, wherein the concept is to basically get good ol' shocky so frantic for some top she aggressively facefucks you full of multiple loads.



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This is just me fantasizing but in the future I can imagine a scene for the hopper and a sub steele to her, i'd prolly call it like "needy facefuck" or something, wherein the concept is to basically get good ol' shocky so frantic for some top she aggressively facefucks you full of multiple loads.



that's the post.
the end.

Heh.
Reminds me of a recent comic by Shadman.
 

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I finished the patreon scenes for this month, Zil Oral, and Slyveren Rut. I think they turned out quite well. When DZ returns from holidays, he said he'd like to have them coded.

I finished 53,000 words of a hidden project that is, quite frankly, nowhere near done and will be on par with Bianca's initial crop of content. She is 280 pages/ 147k words for reference. I still feel drained when I think about the month-long combing I needed to do for that...

Anyway, I'll have more updates soon.

And, I'll have the year progress report on the 31st. In it, I want to talk about why things slowed down 3/4 through the year. And I want to talk about what could happen starting in February 2020 for me.

I'm sorry for the disappointing crumbling of my occasional roadmaps, i.e me saying this and that earlier in the year and what I'd like to have gotten to. I remember before I had my Dental issues I wanted Summer to be a lot different, but things kept piling on and creating a lousy situation with a variety of lousy situations to cope with.

But I think 2020 will very much be a case of, 'the best is yet to come' based on what I was able to line up. And just because I never got to things I wanted to almost a year ago doesn't mean I've lost the ideas. I do, after all, jot everything down, and some things are still fresh in my mind.

Thank you very much for your continued support. I hope I'll continue to be worth it.
 

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I just hope any future content has ways for my subby PC to be pet to her heart's content. Thanks for your amazing writing <3
 

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2019 - The Year To Date

If, last year, you were to ask me what I was thinking going into 2019, I would have not given you a good answer. That's because 2018 was my life's Danse Macabre. I came into writing full-time on a lark, because I had nowhere else to turn to in the middle of a dour period. I did everything I was doing in a bid to give back somewhere, to find meaning. I truly thought nothing would come of it - if I could enjoy doing something, give it even the slightest audience, it was enough. So, it's not wrong to say that being able to garner support for writing erotica saved my life. Not once but twice, the latter being very literal.

Both times are thanks to Fenoxo. For me to be here now... I consider it a pendulous swing of luck. Every day that goes by, I think about what he and Savin have done for me, enabled me to do. What their platforms have given me. That day last June gave me my reason to strive. I was able to cut my teeth for real as a writer. I was able to earn enough to make the year survivable, for me and my family.

I became obsessively engaged with the community as a result. Not to build a brand or recognition, that wasn't the focus. I was desperate to share everything I was feeling. I threw myself into more and more work just for the sake of it, not worrying about anything. Rat's Raiders exist because of that.

2018, and initially in 2019, the months were work for the sake of it, and for the joy it brought me. Those darn rabbits - Jumpers! They weren't my original inspiration to write, y'know. That was Kiyoko in CoC2 - just her art, mind. TiTS didn't have a foxy lady like her, and I wanted to try making one. Big mistake, as you know, ha ha. Then there was the Shock Hopper, L.D.C., laquine pregnancy... and Roxy. Reviving Roxy gave me Leila. It kinda stirs me when I look back on that. If I hadn't of talked to SheepPun, I would never have gotten a concept for Leila. And I'd never have gotten all the art I was able to.

I tell you this because transparency matters to me.

Digression aside, that brings us to 2019. If my first several months as a smut producer were characterized by enthusiasm... then 2019 was characterized, entirely, by learning, and coping with this shift in my life.

Overtime it became clear that I had found a place for myself. That I would be... well, wanted. I can't really think of how else to phrase that. I was able to produce, to create - all I've ever wanted. Naturally, my thoughts turned to self-improvement. No-one should want to stagnate, right? In a lot of my oldest content, Fen had suggested much for me, made some changes, told me how better to do X Y Z. I took it all to heart. My sin was and still must be an over-informative prose; too many words where paucity would be better. Recently, one of the pieces of advice I was given was this:

"The point I want to stress is that language is about conveying as much about a situation with as few words as possible."

Around the mid-point of 2019, around the time Roo Crew was commissioned, around the time I was suffering an extreme oral complication, I wanted to turn myself to improvement. I tried to be introspective, read as much as I could of others, especially those whose works I thought resonated a lot with mine. After my treatment I began to struggle with myself. With learning to cope with being useful in a market with an insatiable, bottomless appetite. Seeking to improve while creating, while attempting to keep myself afloat, while conceiving and completing huge projects has certainly taken its toll on me. I really can't hide that. Writing and then trying to edit it on my lonesome, while casting a critical eye on everything I did - it seemed so wrong and inadequate compared to who I was learning from.

That was what started to hinder me; it does still gnaw at me. Following these growing pains, some personal issues arose. I will not speak the details of them, but several moments this year linger with me. They hurt me, deeply. Made me question my place even further. They weren't related to writing, but they happened in such close proximity that the weight did become too much for me, and the stress swallowed up at least a month of my time. It was very hard to continue from that point, and my concerns with quality and presentation - everything I was doing - they were exacerbated.

Over the year I'd made promises and had been late keeping them. CoC2 commissions, other projects. I had made even more plans earlier in the year, which I've only gotten to now, for example. My enthusiasm was being replaced with anxiety. Most of September to now has been a slow pickup, which are, as you might have guessed, compounded by my continual lack of progress in other things. Roo Crew. Rodenian TF. They've seen advancement, the latter especially, but not enough. Those two things are my greatest obligations now. And there's so much more. More Jumper content - finish the Gang. Bianca. The Rat's Raiders hideout; Mikhail too. Leila and Reina. There's a reason after my bun sisters are done I will not be conceptualizing any persistent NPC in the future. The underlying urge and complex I have to do the best I can, at the quality and pace I've tried to maintain, is untenable.

Despite all of these things, I've still been very fortunate. The generous, enduring support through Patreon, for one. My darkest moments were when I fell behind on content promised by the pledges. Definitely wounded me. But more than that...

...Going into 2020, I want the year to be characterized by real change.

Even after all the hardship, I've been given an opportunity that may bear fruit next year - I won't say anything about it yet, just in case. But if it comes through, it means I'll be able to take care of myself properly. It could mean I'll have someone resembling a mentor, and someone to work more closely with as well.

I also want to change my habits, if but gradually. Too many times I've been lazy and distracted. I spend as much time engaging the community as I have writing. I have all the time in my days to work. I want to be able to devote more time to it, step back from my social vices some. I want to do something, even if it means endeavoring for consistent streaming, so that my supporters will see more consistent work. Something to improve my work ethic. Right now, it's been all too-large projects. Great undertakings, almost completely alone and full of so much doubt.

Admittedly, I am scared of the future, because I'm not comfortable with myself. However, what's happened up to this point, what I've seen endure where I haven't... you have all given me an incredible opportunity that I am guilty of squandering to some extent. I know I need to change, and be better.

That is my resolution.

For now, just for the last 48 hours of this year, I'd like to work on Leila some more. January 2020, if my productivity in December can be sustained... I want it to be the first sign of improvement.

Thank you. Every one of you.

And, to the new year.
 

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2019 - The Year To Date

If, last year, you were to ask me what I was thinking going into 2019, I would have not given you a good answer. That's because 2018 was my life's Danse Macabre. I came into writing full-time on a lark, because I had nowhere else to turn to in the middle of a dour period. I did everything I was doing in a bid to give back somewhere, to find meaning. I truly thought nothing would come of it - if I could enjoy doing something, give it even the slightest audience, it was enough. So, it's not wrong to say that being able to garner support for writing erotica saved my life. Not once but twice, the latter being very literal.

Both times are thanks to Fenoxo. For me to be here now... I consider it a pendulous swing of luck. Every day that goes by, I think about what he and Savin have done for me, enabled me to do. What their platforms have given me. That day last June gave me my reason to strive. I was able to cut my teeth for real as a writer. I was able to earn enough to make the year survivable, for me and my family.

I became obsessively engaged with the community as a result. Not to build a brand or recognition, that wasn't the focus. I was desperate to share everything I was feeling. I threw myself into more and more work just for the sake of it, not worrying about anything. Rat's Raiders exist because of that.

2018, and initially in 2019, the months were work for the sake of it, and for the joy it brought me. Those darn rabbits - Jumpers! They weren't my original inspiration to write, y'know. That was Kiyoko in CoC2 - just her art, mind. TiTS didn't have a foxy lady like her, and I wanted to try making one. Big mistake, as you know, ha ha. Then there was the Shock Hopper, L.D.C., laquine pregnancy... and Roxy. Reviving Roxy gave me Leila. It kinda stirs me when I look back on that. If I hadn't of talked to SheepPun, I would never have gotten a concept for Leila. And I'd never have gotten all the art I was able to.

I tell you this because transparency matters to me.

Digression aside, that brings us to 2019. If my first several months as a smut producer were characterized by enthusiasm... then 2019 was characterized, entirely, by learning, and coping with this shift in my life.

Overtime it became clear that I had found a place for myself. That I would be... well, wanted. I can't really think of how else to phrase that. I was able to produce, to create - all I've ever wanted. Naturally, my thoughts turned to self-improvement. No-one should want to stagnate, right? In a lot of my oldest content, Fen had suggested much for me, made some changes, told me how better to do X Y Z. I took it all to heart. My sin was and still must be an over-informative prose; too many words where paucity would be better. Recently, one of the pieces of advice I was given was this:

"The point I want to stress is that language is about conveying as much about a situation with as few words as possible."

Around the mid-point of 2019, around the time Roo Crew was commissioned, around the time I was suffering an extreme oral complication, I wanted to turn myself to improvement. I tried to be introspective, read as much as I could of others, especially those whose works I thought resonated a lot with mine. After my treatment I began to struggle with myself. With learning to cope with being useful in a market with an insatiable, bottomless appetite. Seeking to improve while creating, while attempting to keep myself afloat, while conceiving and completing huge projects has certainly taken its toll on me. I really can't hide that. Writing and then trying to edit it on my lonesome, while casting a critical eye on everything I did - it seemed so wrong and inadequate compared to who I was learning from.

That was what started to hinder me; it does still gnaw at me. Following these growing pains, some personal issues arose. I will not speak the details of them, but several moments this year linger with me. They hurt me, deeply. Made me question my place even further. They weren't related to writing, but they happened in such close proximity that the weight did become too much for me, and the stress swallowed up at least a month of my time. It was very hard to continue from that point, and my concerns with quality and presentation - everything I was doing - they were exacerbated.

Over the year I'd made promises and had been late keeping them. CoC2 commissions, other projects. I had made even more plans earlier in the year, which I've only gotten to now, for example. My enthusiasm was being replaced with anxiety. Most of September to now has been a slow pickup, which are, as you might have guessed, compounded by my continual lack of progress in other things. Roo Crew. Rodenian TF. They've seen advancement, the latter especially, but not enough. Those two things are my greatest obligations now. And there's so much more. More Jumper content - finish the Gang. Bianca. The Rat's Raiders hideout; Mikhail too. Leila and Reina. There's a reason after my bun sisters are done I will not be conceptualizing any persistent NPC in the future. The underlying urge and complex I have to do the best I can, at the quality and pace I've tried to maintain, is untenable.

Despite all of these things, I've still been very fortunate. The generous, enduring support through Patreon, for one. My darkest moments were when I fell behind on content promised by the pledges. Definitely wounded me. But more than that...

...Going into 2020, I want the year to be characterized by real change.

Even after all the hardship, I've been given an opportunity that may bear fruit next year - I won't say anything about it yet, just in case. But if it comes through, it means I'll be able to take care of myself properly. It could mean I'll have someone resembling a mentor, and someone to work more closely with as well.

I also want to change my habits, if but gradually. Too many times I've been lazy and distracted. I spend as much time engaging the community as I have writing. I have all the time in my days to work. I want to be able to devote more time to it, step back from my social vices some. I want to do something, even if it means endeavoring for consistent streaming, so that my supporters will see more consistent work. Something to improve my work ethic. Right now, it's been all too-large projects. Great undertakings, almost completely alone and full of so much doubt.

Admittedly, I am scared of the future, because I'm not comfortable with myself. However, what's happened up to this point, what I've seen endure where I haven't... you have all given me an incredible opportunity that I am guilty of squandering to some extent. I know I need to change, and be better.

That is my resolution.

For now, just for the last 48 hours of this year, I'd like to work on Leila some more. January 2020, if my productivity in December can be sustained... I want it to be the first sign of improvement.

Thank you. Every one of you.

And, to the new year.
Who cares if writing is a bit slow, we love and appreciate you Will
 

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// pc Can't Deepthroat

You can only imagine how depraved you must look, sputtering around some messy pirate's glossy fuck-stick, nose nearly bumping into her crotch. Tears well up in your eyes right away, but with how strongly your gag reflex clenches down on her rod, it's locked in taking up space meant for your trachea. "Oh come on, don't choke on my dick. I don't need that on my conscience. Seriously." What's-her-face grabs you by the [pc.hairNoun] and yanks you back. After giving your throat a chance to refresh (and your saliva a chance to drool out like a curtain), she feeds her maw-filling fatness back in, claiming more ground than before, wordlessly and effectively training your mouth to deepthroat her that you're soon sniffing her sheath-musk right from the source.

"I knew you had it in you - and hey, look - you do!"

// pc Can Deepthroat

Taking the apricot-furred slut-bun the rest of the way is a cinch - you welcome her as far as her many inches of gut-stuffing hardness will go, eyes closed to better savor the sexy, sultry taste. "Wow, definitely not your first time, huh?" Your nose is quickly absorbed into her sheath-folds; your eyes start a retreat, and all the while you're utilizing the vibrating power of your cock-compressed glottis to vibrate her plentiful manhood. Spunk-infused slobber dribbles out of your mouth, coating her gleaming nutsack in slavish adoration. So utterly full of dick, you find comfort in the fact that you're not like those <i>other people</i> with <i>gag reflexes.</i> Sucks to be them!

"Haaadamn, that's the good stuff... but believe you me, it's not enough for this drug-addled beast of mine...!"

// pc SnakeByte (add-on)

Then you know exactly what is. Trapped in a squishy channel of ribbed muscles, the laquine goes from 60 to 600 the moment your concentric rings of prick-pleasing design tighten up and wring her needy dong like she's just been plugged into an organic ball-milker. "W-What the ffff--fffuuhhh!?" Shoulders and chest thrusting out, she arches as well as she can, her hairbun coming half undone in the motion. Lavished by your wonderful, hot, exotically modded throat, she's at a loss for words, actually enjoying this in a way that someone having sex for the first time can. "NO WAY SOMEONE'S... AaaaAAAAAAAA -"

Now that's something to remember! Too bad <i>you</i> weren't recording it!

Tonight concludes some first actual sex with Leila. I was doing a lot of reading and some editing earlier so I didn't write all night. More later. I'm writing a bunch of options for sucking her off if you choose to help her with a drugged up boner.

No warning is given when the bunny-woman cums. Her climax kicks into your throat so hard it leaves an imprint of the impact. The lancing baste of her ejaculate knocks your head back each time, even though she's got your [pc.face] mashed into her crotch. As she shimmies about in your overstuffed neck, humming and sighing happily, your eyes twitch, struggling to remain fixed on... anything! All they can do is lower in acceptance as ribbons of creamy delight inseminate fresh, fertile stretches of throat in a never-ending, fountainous release.

The laquine's cascade is, unsurprisingly, a flash flood and creamy hurricane mixed together. Considerable amounts of spunk spurt with wild abandon, hot geysers of inhuman output pumping your cum-bag of a belly. You learn what it means to feel like an inflating condom as the soothing contractions of her seed-sloshing nuts empty gallons of sticky discharge into the uselessly-clenching tunnel that is your ecstatically swollen oral gutter.{ bimboOrSnakeByte: Pulsing-hot jizz triggers an orgasm that races down to your groin, blossoms through every nerve ending.{ herm: [pc.Cum] erupts in long, filmy ropes; [pc.girlCum] detonates just below. Neither are compared to the intensity of taking it down the throat from a gifted laquine/ pussy: Racing laquine jizz triggers an orgasm that creases your [pc.pussies] up with pure, electric desire. [pc.GirlCum] spews in tune with her rapid release. {Creaming yourself/Squirting} from being some pirate's cum-dump... fuck yes!/ cock: Surging laquine jizz prompts an orgasm in your downstairs. [pc.Cum] blows out of your [pc.cockHeads] as if you were offloading some of her own substantial release, yet the effect is nothing compared to being hilted on futa-peen.}} Speckly-white sperm pours out around her crotch, each successive blast of prodigious volume sending her incredible loads both ways. It fills your nostrils, bubbles out into her sweet-smelling pubic mound, trickling around her sheath to form tiny divots and lakes of splashy orgasm.

It's not you who moves back - she pulls you, very, very slowly, off her dick, hefting you up by the handhold she's chosen to admire the ooze waterfalling from your overwhelmed elasticity. She's still hard, still pumping ropes of distilled DNA onto your lolling tongue. Of course. Leave it to a laquine to never taper off, even after plugging a [pc.guyGirl] with enough sperm-glutted liquid to weigh [pc.hisHer] curves down with several layers of virile appeal.

She bats her throbbing-hard spunk-hose across your face, idly grinding your cheek into the post-orgasmic rigor. Webs of slickness connect you to it. "Round two?" she asks innocuously. Her impish grin says her exploitation of you has only just begun. "I'll give you a minute."

For future reference, a minute to her is thirty seconds.


For future reference, a minute to her is thirty seconds.

Oh also, per Roo

small hills of skin protrude from where her great behind pressures the nubile thighs carrying that shapely mass of kitty-cat ass.

Roo's ass is glory. Thanks to Questy, Fen and I were able to steal a slot of a very certain and very talented thicc artist for a great cRoo pinup. Looking forward to posting that in January, which is when I assume it'll be done.

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Tonight concludes some first actual sex with Leila. I was doing a lot of reading and some editing earlier so I didn't write all night. More later. I'm writing a bunch of options for sucking her off if you choose to help her with a drugged up boner.



Oh also, per Roo



Roo's ass is glory. Thanks to Questy, Fen and I were able to steal a slot of a very certain and very talented thicc artist for a great cRoo pinup. Looking forward to posting that in January, which is when I assume it'll be done.

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Roo's butt is glory.

Quick question, will it be possible to stack Leila and Roo if you have multi-dicks while Leila is in Roo? Just a thought that occurred while looking at this one.

Also, just realized from your compilation image of your characters that Roo is super-short and Leila is a damned amazon.
 
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I cannot wait for Leila, every sneak peak resonates with my subby heart.

Musky sheathfolds engulf your visage as you inhale a foot of horsedick. Painted in precum and disengaged from general cognizance, your brain swishes your [pc.tongue] back and forth to please the pirate's flexing penis, juddering with the need to inflate and erupt. She's totally lost to the act steamrolling over your uvula, forcing your muscles to cramp up and give her the tightest squeeze imaginable. She <i>wants</i> you to convulse, and she angles herself to hit vulnerable nerves head-on, straining against the damp bonds of your{ collar-caged/ elastic} fuck-gutter to maximize her portended climax.

Fingers curl around the sides of your face, radiant concentration pile-driving into your twat-mouth. Horse-cock sprays ropes of gushing goop, flumes of venting fluid pressure escaping the corners of your [pc.lips]. Each manic, slimy thrust overflows the funnel; you gag from your position, spunk hotness bubbling out of any available opening, or just being fucked right back in where it belongs.

Then, it happens.

Oh, Void, does it happen.

Visceral rutting fervor rises with all the physical might of a falling oak. Your hips buck and twist disjointedly when she erupts - it's like a supervolcano blowing, and the traveling shockwave levels entire jungles. Hot seed lunges through her pleasure-dilated urethra, spraying into your stomach in spasmodic thumps, intensifying the light-headedness you're awash in. Sticky, unforgiving heat spreads across your body like a creamy curtain, peaking pleasure flinging wildly, orgasm detonating out in thick ropes far larger than most races' entire orgasms, ejaculating so strongly and with near-mechanical speed that you feel like a horse (a horse-bunny!) is galloping (hopping) madly through every fiber of your being.

Sperm-rich herm-spooge inflates your belly, adding layers of sloshing, squishy appeal. Your curves swell, groaning out to house the considerable weight rushing from her contracting balls past your froth-covered lips. Even if this baying bunny-girl had a knot, it'd do almost nothing to cork the oceanic tides distending your body with inconceivable volume. Clenching your eyes shut, you can feel your impaled throat tighten uselessly on both a laquine's rod and thrice its weight in delicious spunk.

A minute passes - you're still awake, being pneumatically <b>geysered</b> with semen. Darkness abates when her drained balls lift up. They haven't even lost any of their size after that orgasm...

The futanari's flare folds, dragging back up your throat before popping out, an ooey gooey stream of spooge connecting the urethra to your overflowing maw. It's hardly a surprise when a deluge of the stuff washes out over your [pc.skinFurScalesNoun]. It feels like your jaw won't even close, her brand of oral that brutal! With you fucked senseless like this, you imagine she could simply do whatever she wants with you!

Nothing malicious though, aside from wiping her dick clean{ with your [pc.hair]/ your clothes/ on your chest} and zipping up.

Now, you can breathe.

These are all one-off scenes. I'm terrible. I put so much writing into them anyway......

But this second scene is based on [Cocktease]ing Leila. Don't tease laquines. You'll regret it - or maybe you won't. What I've posted lately is all from helping her after she gets stuck with drugs if you choose to ignore her. I really wanted these to be... simpler. But they are a taste of the insane oral content I will conceive for her, so...

Roo's butt is glory.

Quick question, will it be possible to stack Leila and Roo if you have multi-dicks while Leila is in Roo? Just a thought that occurred while looking at this one.

Also, just realized from your compilation image of your characters that Roo is super-short and Leila is a damned amazon.

What do you mean stack? Like Leila doing her anal and you do them both in the puss? Sounds a bit more awkward than a simple train.

yeah Roo is 5'9 and Leila is 6'4. Leila is on Bianca's level roughly.
 

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Kinda curious, will there be any way to dom Leila or she one-way?

She will go all ways, because she will be me at my most indulgent. You can dom her.

Lighterflud will not be happy if this pic we got together isn't used. Also I want her to able to be forced to use SnakeByte by doms, thus finally opening her to sucking your dick. Slutbun~

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Is it only for girls with vaginas?

No sorry, that reads weird I know. I'm going to use that nickname for smol PCs.

I can see her lubing a PC's butt up with her sweat and railing them just as easily as a pussy. Maybe even jerk off on your ass and use her own jizz as lube. EZ. Cursory anilingus, perhaps, but she sweats and dribbles like a waterfall so...