Rapacious Rise Vore Macro/micro M/m

Rapacious Rise, a 10k word short story featuring @quiltin.bsky.social

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For generations, programmers have tried their damnedest to follow DRY: don't repeat yourself.

If you need to do one thing many times, make it happen in one place, and then have those many different times use that one place.

This means if you change it, for any reason, you go to that one place.

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The postmortem of the *last* big outage shows that it was because they DOS'd themselves through vibecoded slop.

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I gotta say it. I -love- how wonderfully goofy and of-the-era old #40k minis are.

Makes the glow-ups all the more impressive, too. Behold what eventually becomes Fateweaver, Magnus the Red (oddly blue...), Commisar Yarrick, and Angron.

It's both. Paradox has been doing horrific exploitative piecemeal DLC since CK2, it was just cheaper back then. Paradox are amazing developers, but terrible publishers. (Just ask Harebrained Schemes when they were making Lamplighter's League.)

It’s great and all but it’s one of those foods you REALLY need to put a lot of work into preparing first

Did someone go Xenophobe again? Or are your space neighbors dumber than Stellaris's DLC pricing?

Fat quad dragons and their gluttony...

For me, it was a cute skinner box. There was always something to do in the game.

The setting and writing were terrible, though.

Buena Vista fact!
Did you know that she has to pace herself when eating? If she eats too much too fast she kind of lets her dragonic instincts take over and she will gorge herself to heights and sizes fit for a dragon

She loses herself for a bit but she does love to do this when she can 💕✨

F/f Macro/micro Size Difference Sex

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Taking the Stick: A Scale Factor Subscale Tale, is now up for free on my FA!

"On the eve of a year together aboard the I.A.S. Infinity, Lieutenant Tanya Dawson concocts the perfect evening for her half-human-height Thum-Phen girlfriend, Pommi Coriandrus."

Got my first GBA to restore! We'll have it spruced up in no time~

“Your tool certainly looks sharp enough to pierce my shell, sir,” Hornet remarked as she held the tool in her claw, needle with bulbs full of bright blue Plasmium (the alchemist’s insistent terminology for the Lifeblood she was familiar with), “but why should I want to do so?” “Because filling your body with Plasmium is so beneficial!” the enthusiastic bug Zylotol insisted, indignant as if her assertion were an affront to his very existence. “It protects you from harm! And it feels so exquisitely good!” “Good, hmm,” she responded dubiously, unimpressed, while she pocketed the object. And for a while after that, she didn’t put much further thought into the eccentric scientist’s morally questionably creation. But, some time later, while she sits battered and bruised in the distant edges of Pharloom, her shell aching, her cloak torn and singed and stained, she remembers the phial that she holds in one of her pockets. The bug holds it out before her, and the blue fluid produces a faint luminescence in the gloomy cavern around her. “Well…it can’t hurt to try,” she mutters under her breath. Hornet attempts to remember what Zylotol said about using the phial, but all she can recall is that it’s supposed to be injected straight into one’s body. Steeling herself, she raises the tool, gripped in both claws, tip pointed downward, and then she drives the sharp tip into her stomach. The piercing is far less than “almost painless” as was advertised, but immediately the surge of vital fluid into her body invigorates her senses, driving away the pain. With a gasp, dazed, she tugs the phial out again, and she palms over her abdomen, but there’s no sign of an entry wound, and the dark surface glows blue faintly.

The etagere in the corner is laden with several shelves’ worth of old earthenware, fine antique dishes and bowls and vases, white porcelain painted with flowery patterns in blue and green. They have been sitting here for as long as anyone can remember, unused, given that the Master is usually content simply with regular store-bought plates. So they are simply here as decoration, generally without being commented upon as there are far more interesting topics to discuss. Even if the dishes are never used for eating, however, it is still necessary to clean them from time to time, just a light dusting. Cerea looks up at the high shelves and sucks in a deep breath, steeling herself with determination, holding a feather duster and washrag and bottle of disinfectant with the same conviction that she would a sword. She knows that she easily has the capacity to reach the cabinet’s top shelf, owing to her tall stature. As she steps closer, however, she is faced with the complications that come from her breadth. No matter how much she tries to suck in her gut, she can’t stop the dome of flesh from jutting ahead of her, and she can only scarcely reach beyond it. Her breasts, resting heavy and swollen upon the upper shelf of her abdomen and barely contained within her blouse, don’t help much with this equation, shifting when she leans forward. The centaur clenches her jaw at the thought of what might be said to her if she were caught doing this. An expecting mother surely shouldn’t be on her hooves so much, shouldn’t be busying herself with work. She can’t bear the idea of laying about all day, however, she needs something to do or she’ll simply go mad. Diligence is not merely a virtue but a necessity.

It was an ordinary day at the Mousetropolis city bank, which is to say a very boring one, a day of waiting and counting and double-checking and triple-checking just to be sure. Imagine the surprise of all those attendants and patrons and guards standing around doing nothing in particular when the front doors rip apart with a great blast of noise, and pink smoke starts to flood into the clean white marble chamber. A high-pitched laugh rings out as a huge figure comes lumbering forth from the wreckage with loud footsteps, though one listening carefully might discern a low, fizzling hiss beneath this commotion. “Citizens of Mousetropolis, look alive!” announces the rotund mouse who emerges, looming over the cowering civilians, “You’re about to witness a fabulous performance by the one and only Kiloton!” She makes a flourish of the dark plum cape which swathes around her torso, but it does very little to obscure the bulk below her waist, a huge, smooth, black bulb with stout legs jutting to the sides. This mass alone is taller than any of the mice present, easily large enough to smother any of them if the villain were to roll over them.

“We are coming down to the wire for this race, ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer says, nasally voice blaring over the cheering crowd and the pounding of hooves. The betting audience watches with rapt attention, begging and pleading and praying to whatever higher powers may be listening, as the equines come thundering toward the finish line. “Up-and-comer Mane Attraction has been gunning for the lead this whole race, but Maximus is neck and neck with him, that old stallion has never been one to let anything get away from him, which one of them will—wait, what’s this, the dark horse herself, Luna is coming to the head of the pack!” Over the chaotic drum beat of the horses’ hooves, there is a loud meaty clapping commotion that echoes through the stadium, a sound which grows increasingly fervent as Luna pushes herself, galloping toward the finish. There are only two more contestants ahead of her, statuesque stallions, and neither of them is going to allow her space to pass. Not that she has any intention of asking them or anyone else for permission. Not when victory is so close at hoof. Then a sharp sting swats at her flank, a blow that elicits a sharp whinny from inside her. “Hurry it up, girl!” Asriel commands as he leans forward in his saddle, over her neck, “We can still make it to the front!”

(oops late)

Are you interested in:

Plasmium overdose?

Centaur cleaning?

Explosive introduction?

And horse races?

These topics and more explored in drabbles available through my Patreon.

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#nonuberstories #furry #nsfw

Zard meat

Pom and her Cardian ritual bodypaint

TeamRetroFox - Twitch Privateer (3) - All Killer No Filler

Third time's a charm with this stream? It's gotta be doable with the best gear, right? Well it's looking good! Let's advance the plot by doing what the nice drug dealer lady says. What could possibly go wrong?

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2am doodle, was in a sudden horse mood

Hope, a plump big-bottomed fruit bat, sitting at a table with a hot drink.

Last lore post, then back to your regularly scheduled Tabriennas!
Hope's half yokai ancestry grants her a few mundanely supernatural abilities, like her wings being flight capable no matter her weight. As long as they can flap, she can at least hover, even if she's too big to walk!
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You would not believe how soft that belly is...

Comm I got from @chunkyfunky.bsky.social !

A piece for @wuskythehusky.bsky.social who reminds me of the little beautiful things, and who I hope to one day teach what a kilometer is
Happy Dutch-American Friendship Day!

I should've used ToonSquid from the start for this project. I just wanted to see how Blender would do... well now I know.

I hadn't tried importing an audio track to animate to in TS before. But I just did and it's so simple and works perfectly! Such an underrated app.

It finally dawned on me what missing feature I want in messaging apps.

I want a function where you physically cannot send a message to someone if they're set to not receive messages. Either invisible, or away, or some mode where the account is literally unreachable. That'd be fantastic!

The Free Speech Coalition is serious about starting an adult industry credit union. Part of this is being able to show regulators that enough people would use it, so please fill out this form if you're interested!
(Yes, credit unions can issue credit cards!)
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Wow, that looks good! I love how you adapted the chicken wattles into face markings!

Shawn's appetite for sweet treats is nearly endless~
Thankfully @leviwunk.bsky.social was around to lend a helping paw 💕

Art by @mailzew.bsky.social 💚💚

#fatfur #furry

Never let perfection be the enemy of good. This is a lesson it has taken me a long time to learn.

Aw, cute! Happy birthday to him!

FireHeart Saga by Arkveveen Play as a dragon, meet allies, and save your kind from extinction in this classic RPG!

Here it is, everyone. It is time. This is making me nervous, but I'm glad there is something up to make this feel more "official". arkveveen.itch.io/fireheart-saga