ocTOEber 2025 by Pawggers Several months ago, while looking at Kinktober lists, I decided to try my own version of it. Lifting a monicker used by Spotted Menace i ...

And... the #ocTOEber compilation is finally up, including the missing Day 17 story: Author's Choice.

So, go give it a read:

www.furaffinity.net/view/62839348/

#FurryWriting #paws

You put on your mitts before you leave the helicopter, its spinning blades scattering the snow around you. “Are you sure you about this?” The Walrus shouted. Your team had hired him to lead the expedition, begrudgingly that is. No one else dared to travel this far to the north, but your captain had somehow managed to convince him. “There’re a few hours of sunlight yet. We can still go back.” “Negative,” the Gorilla said, his voice barely a whisper in such an open space. He then turned against you and the party and shouted. “Is everyone ready?” “Yes, Sir.” “Good. We march forward.” The party started their way forward, though as the Walrus turned back, you could have sworn you had heard him say something. “Your funeral…” Your company had been assigned to this area in the Arctic circle. Far away from any civilization, yes, but if you could manage to set a new outpost, things would greatly improve in the war. Still, a part of you wondered if all this was really needed. Why you of all people? Why your company?

“Are you alright?” The voice of the Husky next to you damped by your heavy mufflers. Ever since you had enlisted, the Husky had been there for you, becoming your first friend, and you had to admit, even your crush. You hesitated for a moment and then shook your head. You admitted that you’d rather not be here, but orders were orders. “I know what you mean,” the Husky said. Leaving the inhospitable conditions aside, you had to admit, the way the locals talked about this place made you shiver. Not the legends about monsters, of course, but knowing about how many people had made this exact same trip and perished? And knowing that if you ever got sick or injured, none of the locals would be any wiser, and even if they did, they would not venture to help any of you? That was the scary part. You continued walking, the vague shapes of your companions in front of you getting even more blurry as the day went on. You had never experienced such a heavy snowstorm in your life; it was almost as if even nature itself wanted to keep you away of this place. “Halt!” The Gorilla shouted, turning back towards the team. “We’ll camp here tonight and continue tomorrow.” “There is no ‘tonight’,” the Walrus replied. “If we camp now, it could be weeks if not months before we see sunlight again. Let’s continue. Or better yet, return.” “In this weather? No way. We’re staying.” The Walrus shrugged, and you started to divide in pairs.

The Walrus and Gorilla would be tenting together. The Mink and her assistant of the research team would bunk together as well. This left only the privates, and to your luck, you would get to spend the night with the Husky. You somehow managed to set up the tent despite the strong gales. The Husky made his way inside while you looked around. Behind the curtains of frost and snow, the only thing you could see was the faint outline of a yellow orb high above in the sky. “Weird,” you said to yourself. The Husky peeked out from inside the tent. “Hey, are you coming?” You nodded before making your way inside, a nagging feeling still in the back of your mind. Shouldn’t it already be night by now? It was warm inside. You took off your jacket before sitting next to the Husky, who put both paws on your lap. You started to rub them without being asked. This was your routine as usual, after all. And besides, in this weather, you appreciated getting to share some of his warmth. “Tough day,” he said, and you nodded, the hardships of it softening under your hands. You’d remind him later to return the favor. “Captain says we should arrive to our destination tomorrow during the day.” Day. If the Walrus was right, it wouldn’t matter when you arrived. It would still be dark, making your mission more difficult than it had to. Sensing your apprehension, the Husky leaned and grabbed your boot. He was about to untie your laces when a loud crash boomed around.

Without thinking, the Husky leapt out of your tent. Not having a winter fur coat of your own, you hurried off to put on your jacket before heading off outside. The snowstorm was raging just as hard as before. You put on your googles and looked around. The tent to the right of yours was open, the Bear and Reindeer nowhere to be seen. In front, your Captain’s tent had been torn open, the Walrus cowering right next to it. As for the Mink’s… You made your way over, thumbling and falling to the ground once you took a few steps forward. After taking a quick look, you made your way to the tent. The Husky, Bear, and Reindeer were already there, while the Gorilla was off to the side trying to call HQ. You approached the group, if the Captain’s tent was in bad state, you did not know how to describe this. A red puddle coalesced below the remnants of tent, and you did not need to lift the cloth to know what had happened. Did an animal attack you? You confirmed your suspicions with the Husky before making your way back up, not remembering there being such a steep incline when you set up camp. But then again, it was difficult to tell in this weather. The Walrus cowered and kept repeating the same word over and over. Jötunn. You approached the Walrus and tapped him on the shoulder, making him jump. “No, stay away!” After noticing it was just you, he calmed down just a little. “Sorry, I thought—”

Last day of #ocTOEber , so you know what that means.

Spoopy time, and thank you for joining me on this!

(1/2)

Bad TF Idea ('Spooky'):

It's time to get spooky! You set a machine that TFs anyone into scardy cats the moment they knocked on the front door and got jumpscared by a generic looking ghost.

Y-You didn't think it'd work that well, now you're a small cat running away too...

🙀

#TFEveryday #octoeber

You hesitate for a moment as you reach for the door, the painted eye in the frosted glass seeming to judge you. Private Investigator is emblazoned in bold letters above it. You had it all. A rich fiancée, a prosperous career, fame, and money, and who cared if the latter three were all a result of the first one? The point is, you had your life set, so you had nothing to fear. With enough power, you could do anything you wanted. Make people believe anything you wanted. Which was also probably the main reason you had agreed to come here in the first place after receiving that mysterious letter. “Come to the following place,” followed by an address, time, and day. “I’ll be waiting.” You debated whether this was a trap, but after looking up the place, it seemed legit. Thus, you decided to come. You didn’t tell your fiancée where you were going, as this didn’t concern them. Oh, God, this better not concern them… You open the door. Sitting at the desk in the middle of the cramped room is a tan Bloodhound. He puts out his cigar before addressing you. “You’re finally here.” He points at the chair in front of him, and you take a seat. The Bloodhound offers you something to drink, but you cut him off. You don’t want to spend one more second than you need to in this filthy place dealing with him. Annoyance is starting to show in the dog’s face.

“As you wish.” The Bloodhound takes out a thick folder from the top drawer of his desk and throws it your way. “A couple months ago, I was contacted by someone to keep tabs on you. Look for any dirt. See if you’ve been… faithful.” You open the folder. Inside, several compromising pictures and lists on who you met, where, and for what. You stand up. You shout. You curse. And then, you take every picture, every piece of paper, and shred it into a million pieces. “Don’t bother, those are obviously copies.” The Bloodhound grins. “Now, I could go back to my client, show them what I found, but before that, I wanted to see what you had to offer.” You command the dog to spit what he wants, but he just wags his index at you. “Nuh-uh. You come here—to MY office—insult me, and now expect me to help you? No, with all I’m doing for you, what you need to do first is show me some proper respect.” The Bloodhound reclines, propping up his paws on his desk “Now, go on, show me why you’re worthy of my time.” He lights up another cigar and starts inhaling. You sit down. Just what does he want you to do? Then, just as the Bloodhounds breathes out a puff of smoke, which crashes onto his plump toes before drifting onto your face, you get what he means. You take a deep breath and close your eyes. If this is what it takes…

“I’m sorry,” you say, leaning in to grab one of the dog’s paws, before planting one kiss on its top. You look at the dog from behind the appendage, who’s looking at you with an amused look on his face. “Go on.” You sigh, repeating the same thing on each of the dog’s paws. On his sole. On the arches of his paw, and on each and every single one of his paw pads. And just as you think you’re done, the dog puts his other paw over his ankle, right next to your face. And you repeat the motions all over again. With each kiss, you apologize to the dog for the way you treated him. You thank him for granting this opportunity to save your neck. You reaffirm how much of an honor it is to worship his paws. Soon, the kisses turn into licks. The licks into sucks. And the sucks into kisses again. No inch on the dog’s paws goes by without four, or maybe five passes of your ministrations. You stop, your mouth starting to dry up. The dog offers you some whisky, more than half the bottle (and the cigar) gone by that point. You ask if this has been proof enough of your intentions. “Ooh,” the Bloodhound gasps, “I meant it as in, giving me some money. But I guess that works too?” You try to contain your anger, knowing what’s at stake. “Anyway, sure, why not? So, I guess we can talk now about how much this information is worth to you.” You look at the dog dumbfounded. “Hey, I said that you needed to prove me you were worth my time, not that this would cover up payment.”

The dog smiles as you take out your checkbook. Add another zero. And another. And… At last, the Bloodhound nods and hands you a USB stick. According to him, it’s the originals, and he has no more copies left. Just in case, he allows you to check his computer and office if you want, and after not finding anything, you leave. You arrive home, brushing your teeth when your fiancée arrives. You give them a kiss as a welcome, and they go to the bedroom to change your shoes. “Oh, by the way,” your fiancée shouts from the other room, “there was a letter for you in the mail today.” You head on over to the entrance table and glimpse a familiar paper and handwriting. You open the envelope. Inside is a picture of you kissing the Bloodhound’s paws and scribbled behind it is a date and the same time as today’s. “I’ll be waiting.”

#ocTOEber Day 30: Power Imbalance.

Bad TF Idea ('Power Imbalance'):

You are using a balance scale to judge who would win in a fight between two characters (King Dedede & Bowser figures).

Weirdly Dedede is missing his iconic hammer.

So looks like you'll have to replace it by TF'ing into it yourself...

#TFEveryday #octoeber

Bad TF Idea ('Shoe-wear/Monster'):

You are in your room dressing up for halloween, but the monster in your closet wants to go as a human business man, so they squish/TF you into nice dress shoes to wear.
The other monsters will be envious of how nice you look!

#TFEveryday #octoeber #Squishtober25

Beware the Black Moon, and prepare for the Winds of Doom. So, the old teachings went. The Council tried to keep the population the calm, dismissing the Elders teachings as nothing more than old wives’ tales. “There is nothing to worry about,” they said. “As you can see, the sun shines brightly through the sky box, and even if all these rumors about the ‘Black Moon’ were to be true, we have water and food aplenty. We will survive.” The crowd cheered for the most part, but there were still some who doubted them. Pockets of society started to prepare and consulted the Elders. “It is long due,” the Elders said. Every time civilization reached a certain point, the Black Moon would come. Deluges would happen, followed by periods of intense heat and drought. Everything would as it was before, resetting mankind to their primordial and pure self before the cycle started again. So it had been, and so it shall ever be.

At last, situations came to a standstill. Those believing in the teachings stormed one of the Council’s rallies. Demanded support. Explanations. And above all, accept that the recent sightings had all been true. The Council, as always, denied everything, but then the sky darkened. And in the middle of the sky box, the Black Moon appeared once again. Heavy gusts of winds tore apart buildings, and people huddled each other. The End Days were upon them. Meanwhile, up above, a college student winced his nose. He could ignore it no more, his gym shoes were starting to smell, even getting complaints from his RA while wearing them. As much as he liked the Nano civilization living inside them, he’d have to wash his shoes. Just like he did every other fourth month or so…

#ocTOEber Day 29: Shoewear.

You never thought much about open-concept cubicles. Sure, you missed some of the “privacy” that came from being in of a cubicle farm, but as long as you were not near a hallway (or your boss), everything was fine. And then you met him… You met the boar not even an hour in after getting hired. Your boss walked you to a small workspace at the back of the office. The boar was snacking on some chips, but as soon as he saw the two of you, he offered you his hand. You tried to hide your displeasure, but with your new boss waiting, you had no choice but to shake the boar’s still greasy hand. He noticed it later and released you, you trying to subtly wipe off the grease from your hand while hoping that this would be the last time you saw him. Unfortunately, your boss then mentioned that the boar was going to be your mentor for your trial period, and you just looked as the boar licked his fingers clean, giving you a smile after sensing your gaze. That should have been a clear sign to run away and never come back. Instead, you decided to give the boar a try. After all, how bad could it be? And the answer was: terrible.

He’d arrive late every morning without fail, taking his shoes off as soon as he got to your shared cubicle and putting them right behind your seat, since it was closer to the exit. So, you had a first-row seat to the boar’s scent, not that the rest of his body was any better. “Boars don’t sweat.” So, he did not see the point in showering that often. Not even to help with his athlete’s foot, the boar scratching his feet on his footrest throughout most of the day. He'd also continue to snack all day, cackling at whatever video he had decided to watch at the time, and showering you in spit and food whenever he turned your way to force you to watch this video that “you absolutely must watch.” You complained to your boss. Not only about the boar’s poor hygiene, but because he was not a good mentor. After nearly a month of being under him, you knew as much of the business as when you started. But no matter how much you complained, your boss did not listen. “He’s been in the company for a long time.” Just that. Time. Not performance, or charm, or knowledge. Just time. Eventually, you had enough and decided to take this one step upwards, and you messaged HR. That was in the middle of last week, and yesterday, you finally got a response back, asking you to meet with them the next day. Today things were going to be different…

You arrive at the meeting room on the dot. “Come in.” You open the door, seeing a female peacock in a business suit. And in front of her, him. “Please, take a seat.” She points to the chair next to the boar, and you comply. All the time, wondering what he was doing here. After all, shouldn’t this all be confidential? Sure, the boar would be involved eventually, but you hoped to at least be able to present your case by yourself. “I think we all know why we’re here.” You nod at the peacock’s words, who turns to address you. “For the past month, we’ve been notified of a bullying campaign from your part against one of your coworkers.” Your eyes go wide open. You look at the boar, who nods at the peacock’s words. You open your mouth, but the peacock interrupts you shortly after. “Just because we’re called ‘Human Resources’ don’t think for a moment that we will be biased in your favor.” You bite your tongue, and the peacock continues. “Anyway, this situation cannot—will not—continue. Usually, we’d have terminated you on the spot, but after speaking with your supervisor and the gentleman here, we’ve reached a solution. From today on, you will report to this man directly. No ifs. No buts. What he says, you do, or you’re fired.” You look at the boar. He smiles at you, making your bile rise. “Are we clear?” You turn towards the peacock and give a dejected nod. “Splendid.”

The boar thanks the peacock for her time and, after she leaves, turns towards you. “I hoped that things would not need to go this way, but here we are.” He wraps an arm you, pulling you in closer, your head right next to his armpit. “You can take the rest of the day off. Don’t worry, I’ll handle it with the boss.” You thank the boar and walk to the exit. Just before you leave, you look back, and the boar waves at you. Perhaps this would not be as bad after all. Oh, how naïve you were… - - - You arrive at the office at the same time as always. And as usual, the boar’s not there yet. So, you turn on your computer and start going through the day’s tasks. Yesterday’s, that is, as it seems like the boar did not do any of them during your day off. An hour and a half later, the boar arrives. “Hey there!” He says, standing right next to your chair. You turn around and greet the boar, who leans over the wall as he starts making small talk. You talk, or rather, he talks about the game last night, how much he drank, this cute girl he met, etc. Meanwhile, you just nod, counting the seconds until you’re done. “Anyway, time to get to work.” Finally. You try to turn your chair around, but he stops you with one hand. And with the other, he points at his shoes. “Take them off.” He orders. You look at him, unsure of what to do. “Remember, boars don’t sweat. Do you want me to get a heatstroke?”

#ocTOEber Day 28: Office. (1/2)

You arrive home early from work. Normally, you’d go straight to your room or have some dinner, but since your roommate had not arrived yet, it’s your turn to go through the mail. After sorting through all the bills, you pay attention to the big package at the entrance. It does not say who it’s for, so you assume it’s your roommate’s. You make your way to their room when the box falls, tearing the packaging open. A shrink ray… You pick it up. This had to be a toy, right? No way those exists. Still, what if…? You had never told anyone this, much less your own roommate, but you had always wanted to be small. Several thoughts cross your mind: all the adventures you could have, all the places you could explore. The box says that it shrinks all organic matter, so that should include all your clothes as well. Not to mention, if your roommate wanted to shrink himself, they would not be a mean giant. Right? You take out the shrink ray from its box and fiddle with the settings. Pliable. 24 hours. You point the gun at yourself. This should not work, but even if it did, you should still be safe for the next day. And thus, you pull the trigger. Several colored lights flash from the gun’s tip, making your body start to tingle all over. And before you know it, you find yourself free-falling. Right into the opening of one of your own rubber boots…

You land with a heavy thud on the sole, the familiar warmth of a hard day of work all around you. So far, aside from being trapped in your own footwear, everything seemed to be fine, though you don’t know whether to chalk that to the gun’s settings or the bouncy surface. You wonder if you can somehow tip the boot over, not feeling like spending the next 24 hours trapped there, when you hear the door open. “Are you there?” It’s your roommate. The ground quakes as the giant takes each step. From the opening just above you, you can see the Labrador take off their bag as they look around the room. Then, their gaze turns to you. Or rather, in your direction. To the giant dog, nothing more than just a random pair of discarded boots in the middle of the living room. The dog quickly turns their head from side to side before leaving. You hear a door open. “Must have left…” The dog returns and crouches down, lifting the boot you’re in and making you tumble down into the toe section. You bounce around with each step, thankful that you had made yourself pliable as otherwise you’d be all bruised all over from the constant hits. At last, the dog stops, and you sign in relief. Or at least, that is until you see your roommate’s snout poking inside. Their nose touching the insole. The labrador takes a deep whiff, their tongue lolling out of their maw. “Oh, yeah, that’s the stuff.” What the… Did they always sniff your used shoes?

The boot tilts as the dog’s breathing gets harder and faster, pushing you closer to Lab’s panting maw. Having no where to hold onto, you just bounce around as the boot jerks around, until at last, you end up rolling down the dog’s tongue, into their maw, and heading just straight to their throat. The dog coughs and you find yourself getting hurled onto a soft surface. Still sticky from the dog’s saliva (and other fluids from where you landed), you try to stand up. You’re on the dog’s bed, right next to their paws, and as you look up, way past the Lab’s naked crotch and chest, you gaze at the Lab’s shocked face. “I-I… this is not… I can explain!” The Lab quickly shouts, their voice booming harder than ever. But then, their voice softens as they start grasping the situation. “Wait, what happened to you?” You tell them about the package and how you shrank yourself (by accident, of course). The dog grabs you with their right hand, making sure to not hold you too tight, before making their way to the living. They set you on the table as they get on all fours and look around the floor. Eventually, they find the shrink ray. They sit on the couch. “Well, at least it’s only for 24 hours.” You demand them to turn you back. One thing is to be small on your own terms, and another, being small around someone else. Especially when that someone is aware of you. The Labrador looks at the gun and then at you. They smile. “And why, would I do that when you look so cute like this?”

Just what you had feared. You promise them that you’ll forget about what they did to your boots, and that they can even smell your feet all they want. If they turn you back again, that is. The Labrador ponders about it for less than a second, before giving you a mischievous look and grabbing you with their free hand. They pull you towards their snout until you’re pressed right up against their wet nose. They take a deep whiff, and you try to put some distance between the two of you, one of your feet even going inside the dog’s nostrils as a result. They moan. After they’re done, they pull their hand back, setting you on the table once more. Their face beaming with joy. “Just kidding.” You pout, and they start to pat you using one thumb. The dog continues looking at the shrink ray’s settings until you’ve calmed down. “Hey, what do you say about staying like that for the rest of the week?” You stare daggers at the dog, who backs down. You demand to be grown again, and now it’s the dog’s turn to pout. They look at the floor, shifting their feet around. “Yeah, I understand.” The Lab says. Then, their ears perk up and their tail starts to wag. “Say, why don’t we go out for some walkies before making a decision?” And before you can say anything, the dog grabs you and drops you inside your other boot. Waving at you from outside, they then put their paw in. The pressure increases as they stand up, your body becoming flatter and longer. A shape more than befitting for the dog’s new insole…

#ocTOEber Day 27: Macro/micro.

Bad TF Idea ('Macro/Micro'):

You/a friend are watching Godzilla, when suddenly the TV sucks you into the movie. You TF into a micro mouse while them a macro dog, looming over some cars as the people watch in shock.

Gozilla's still bigger than both of you though so...run.

#TFEveryday #octoeber

“Don’t worry, bud.” “It’s going to be so much fun!” As if… When your new coworkers told you about this “prank”, you didn’t know what to think about it. Taping a camera to the underside of your boss’ desk. You could easily be sent directly to Human Resources for sexual harassment, if not downright fired. “Believe me, he’ll never notice,” the coyote had said. “Besides, he always walks to the nearby mall for lunch and then takes his sweet time in the bathroom. You’ll have an hour and a half, maybe two. Easy peasy.” After several days of badgering, you finally agreed to pull the prank. You really needed to learn how not to be peer pressured as much… Everything had seemed to go well at first, waiting for about twenty minutes after your boss had left to enter his office, quickly making your way to his desk. You took a photo of where everything was located, in case you needed to put anything again back in place, before going under his desk. You took a small whiff. The carpet must have been there for a long time to have soaked up that much of the wolf’s paw scent. Regardless, you took a deep breath and held it in as you started setting up the camera. Just as you were about to finish, you heard the door lock coming unlatched. “Give me a moment.” It was your boss.

Not knowing what to do, and not wanting to be found out with a camera underneath your boss’ desk either, you move deeper in. And just in time, as you see the chair retract as your boss sits down, his crotch and legs filling your view. “It sure is burning hot out there.” The wolf uses the tip of one shoe to remove the other, a loud knock coming out when he flicks it over and it crashes against the back of the space under the desk. He repeats the motion with the other shoe, and with both sockless paws exposed, he starts to stretch. You spread your legs and move as far back as you can, to avoid getting in the paws way, relaxing only a bit once he pulls his legs back. “Yeah, I’m back, babe. How’s everything going?” He crosses his legs, lifting one paw to your head’s level. Did it increase the smell? Not really, since you already had both steamy shoes right next to you, and his other sweaty paw just an inch or so away from your crotch, and you could almost swear you could feel his claws whenever he moved his toes. “Oh, that’s great. Maybe you can tell me about it later?... Yeah, I love you too.” The wolf turns off his phone, and you hear as he sets it on the desk right above you. You breathe a sigh of relief. Maybe that that’s over, he would go back to his routine and— “Yeah, sorry I’m late. Got some family matters to attend. Is everything ready?”

The wolf opens one of the side drawers and pulls out what looks like a thoroughly used tennis ball. He takes it up for a few seconds before lowering his arm again. The ball looking wet. “I’m glad that you all could join this meeting…” The ball’s canine breath scent joined the paw musk you had been smelling for the past five minutes. “And when it comes to the SEA accounts…” You started to zone out the longer the meeting went on, only taking care to not slouch as much so your boss would not touch you with all his tapping. Meanwhile, your boss just fidgeted around with the tennis ball. Passing it from side to side, squeezing it, until he ends up dropping it. The ball bouncing on the carpet and landing behind one of your legs. You gulp as your boss starts fiddling with the empty air. He lowers his crossed paw, dragging it around the carpet. You quickly reach over behind you, but it’s all too late. It seems the wolf has found what he had been looking for. You wince as he steps on your testicles. “On the other hand, the AMS region…” The wolf continues with his fidgeting. Stepping on your balls from time to time, kicking them from side to side, and occasionally, “rolling them up” along your crotch. Meanwhile, you put both hands over your mouth as you try to calm your breath.

If only he left you alone for a few seconds, you could switch them with— “Wait, a moment please.” The wolf pulls his chair back, before peeking inside. Looking at you straight in the face. “Hey, did you send the report about Finn Tech already?” You shake your head. “Well, then go get your computer and get on it.” He pulls his chair even further back, allowing you to get out. “Yeah, sorry about that…” You leave and hurry to your cubicle, ignoring your coworkers asking you how the prank went out. With computer in hand, you return to your boss’ office, the wolf pulling his chair back again to let you go back underneath. Once there, he puts one paw again on your crotch. “Don’t worry, I’ll be sending you that info ASAP.” The wolf ends the meeting. He breathes a sigh of relief before finally allowing himself to slouch on his chair. You continue working on the report when you notice a small movement. The wolf unzips his pants, his drooling cock hovering just right next to your face. The wolf’s scent growing stronger and stronger. “Looks like today’s going to be an all-nighter…”

#ocTOEber Day 26: Footjob.

#OcTOEBer is in full swing

Bad TF Idea ('Portals'):

You get the portal gun that TFs you into something random moment you hop into it. So of course you do the endless portal trick where you continuously fall into the portals and constantly TF, stopping only when you've TF'd into a giant bear...

#TFEveryday #octoeber

It had been a day like any other. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, but just as you made your way back home from work, everything changed. A black limo stopped on the corner, blocking your path. An unusual sight, yes, but not much to write home about. However, when the Doberman got out of the driving seat and looked at you, comparing you against the picture in his paw… “G’evening. Mr. Kingsley would like a word with you.” You said that you didn’t know any Kingsleys and prepared to go around the car when the doors at the back opened, several similar dogs appearing from inside the car and surrounding you. “I’m afraid you have no choice.” The Doberman signaled to his brethren, and they… gently persuaded you to get inside the car. Three other dogs sat in front of you, while two more flanked you on your seat. The Doberman then got back on the driver’s seat and started the limo before whispering on his headpiece. “The package has been secured.”

The dogs drove you to the tallest building in the rich part of town. The two dogs flanking you and the Doberman got out of the car and escorted you inside, heading straight for the elevator. The Doberman took out his keycard and then punched the button leading to the top floor. A few seconds later, the doors parted to reveal a lavish office. Even one piece of furniture worth more than you would be able to make in your whole life. The dogs escorted you further in the room. At the back, a Ruby Dragon sipped on a glass of wine as he looked outside the window. The Doberman coughed, causing the Dragon to look in your direction. A smile appeared on his face. He put his glass on a nearby table before sitting at the nearby desk. “So, you finally came,” he pointed at the two guards, who left the room leaving only you, the Doberman, and the Dragon alone. “Oh, sorry, I guess this is all new to you. Let me introduce myself, my name’s Alaric Kingsley, and I believe you recognize this?” The Dragon opened a drawer from his desk, before making his way over to you. He grabbed one of your hands and deposited something you’d thought you’d never see again.

A few years ago, there had been a campaign to upload your consciousness to toys, making them better react to any situations the owners put them through. Out of a whim (and a dare from your friends), you had decided to go through with it. Now, the campaign had been all for fun, and by volunteers, so you had no idea until now that anyone had bought your model. And it was definitely your model, the dolls having an almost identical resemblance to you. “An interesting toy, don’t you think?” You examined the doll further. There were tears here and there. The articulated limbs no longer seemed to bend. And discolorations all around, some dark spots resembling footprints. Others … whiter. It was clear that the doll had been used thoroughly ever since it was bought. The Dragon’s musk permeated all over the doll. (Un)Fortunately, there was no way to put its consciousness back into you to know what it had gone through. Alaric turned around and grabbed his glass again, putting it on his lips, before noticing you again. “Oh, where are my manners?” He took the doll from your hands and handed you the glass. As you drank, Alaric dangled the doll from one foot. “Shame that this don’t last that long, don’t you think?” The Dragon dropped the doll onto the ground before stomping it on the way to you. The poor doll’s limbs flying all around the room. “Which is when I told myself, why settle for a toy when I can have the real deal?”

Alaric took the glass away from you, drinking its contents away before tossing it to a corner of the room—thankfully, the padded carpet softened the fall enough, so it did not break. Meanwhile, the Dragon walked back to his desk and sat on his chair. “With me, you’ll no longer have to worry about anything. Rent? Food? Work? Money? It doesn’t matter. I’ll take care of everything. All I expect in exchange…” The Dragon grinned. “… are some services from your part. So, we have a deal.” A statement, not a question. The Dragon propped his bare feet over the desk. You looked back at the Doberman, who shoved you towards the desk. Ever since Alaric Kingsley had set his mind on you, you were his, and that was the end of it. So, slowly, you made your way over to the desk and looked at Alaric in the eyes. “Go on,” he said. A soft tone, sure, but you could tell it had been a command, nonetheless. You got on your knees, thanks in no small part to the Doberman pushing you down and gave his soles one long kiss. The Dragon smiled. Not just at his new acquisition, or your display of obedience, but rather at him looking forward to see how the doll’s reactions compared to your own. Hoping that you’d take longer to break, lest he’d find himself in need of a new toy…

#ocTOEber Day 25: Objectification.

“Mr. Albright will be with you soon.” The Wolf smiled and nodded at the receptionist, who invited him to take a seat in the meantime. This would be the opportunity of a lifetime. Getting to work at one of the top tech companies in the country (or at least in the city). Sure, the Wolf did not know for sure what it is that the company did, only that it was involved in some kind of research and development. Yeah, maybe I should have prepared better for this interview… The Wolf took out his phone, not just to pass the time but to research the company more, when a new email notification arrived. He opened the app, dreading that they had cancelled the interview when he had already dolled up himself and arrived at the premises. So, I suggest you read this message carefully. ‘Cause we’re about to discuss a deal between you and me. You don’t know me, whereas I know everything about you, and you must be wondering how, right? I installed Malware on a site you visited <censored>, and while you accessed to watch… well, you get my drift. If you don’t want to suffer the consequences, you will transfer to my account…

“Another wolf…” The wolf looked up from his phone. Standing in front of him was a middle-aged Tiger with brown fur and purple stripes, his black hair starting to gray in several parts. “Are you Mr. Albright?” “Markus is fine,” the Tiger responded curtly before offering his hand. The Wolf put down his phone before shaking the Tiger’s hand, trying to be as firm as possible, but the older man’s grip easily overpowered him. A fact the Tiger also seemed to have noticed. Markus used his keycard to keep the door open. “C’mon, let’s get going.” The wolf picked up his phone, taking one quick glance at the screen. Stupid SPAM, wasting his time. After deleting the email, he went through the doors. The phone vibrating in his pocket again…

Markus led the way to a small meeting room, the only things inside being a whiteboard, a table, and a couple chairs. He grabbed one of the chairs. “It’s not often that we get cyborg applicants.” The Wolf was surprised, and Markus pointing to one of his eyes. “We manufacture those, you know?” The Wolf relaxed a little. Surely, they had also run some backgrounds checks on him, so it would not be unusual that they knew this fact about him. It was not just his eyes though; he had so many implants that you could say he was more machine than organic. Pretty much the only thing he had that remained from when he was born was his skin. His touch. Hell, he even wondered at times if his thoughts were his own or just the result of an algorithm. “So, let’s get started.” It was all pretty much the same questions as everywhere else. Why did the Wolf want to be there? What were his strengths and weaknesses? His toughest project… The Wolf had studied them all. “Uh-huh,” the Tiger replied, his nonchalant face being a clear sign that he was used to all these boilerplate answers. The Wolf was sweating bullets as the Tiger browsed his resume. “So, it says here that you have no experience. Have you ever LiCKeD a TiGEr’S FeET?” The Wolf went all doe-eyed. “Uh… could you repeat that question?” The Tiger sighed. “I said, have you ever thOUgHt aBOuT SUCkiNG my BaRBeD COCK?” He had, but what did that had to do with the interview?!

The Tiger rubbed his eyes and walked over to the whiteboard. He wrote a few lines on the board before turning towards the Wolf and throwing him the marker. “Find. The. Errors.” The Wolf nodded and walked towards the board. Written on it were a few simple lines of code. After analyzing it for a few seconds, he noticed the first error. But just as he unscrewed the marker’s cap, he heard something behind him. It was moaning. And panting, quite feminine as well. The scent of cum started filling his nostrils. He quickly turned back. But there was nothing. Just an annoyed Tiger looking back at him. “Yes?” “I-It’s nothing.” His sight flashed for a few seconds, showing him the video of a female wolf getting railed by an older Tiger. The sound and scent coming back to him. “Are you sick?” The Tiger asked. Everything seemed to be back to normal again. “You’re sweating a lot, maybe we can reschedule if—” “I’m fine,” the Wolf answered, “I just… could I use the bathroom?” “Sure.”

#ocTOEber Day 24: Tech. (1/2)

Bad TF Idea ('Tech'):

You're a scientist looking for some new tech to make a jetpack. You find some materials to do so, but before you could do anything the technology gains sentience and TFs you into some boots.

Well, least there's some cool rocket boots now...

#TFEveryday #octoeber

It was late at night. You should have already been home, at bed even, by now, but life always finds a way… Just ten more minutes or so, and you should be back home safe and sound. All you need to do is cross the nearby park. During the day, a very pleasant place. Children play, and people walk their dogs there all the time. At night, though… You hesitate for a moment, maybe you could just take the long way around, but at the same time, you don’t want to stay around here this late. Alone. Going around would take you about thirty minutes instead, so, against your better judgement, you decide to cross the park. Unsurprisingly, the park is completely empty. You don’t know whether to sign with relief or get even more nervous. Every cracking piece of wood or rattling bush making you double check your surroundings.

You pick up the pace. Only a few more minutes and you can exit this damned place, but just as you’re about to catch sight of the park’s other entrance, something heavy lands in front of you. The clouds part slightly, letting the moonlight shine over the figure. The figure erects itself, both literally and metaphorically. A werewolf. You take a few tentative steps back, but who were you kidding? Before you can start your sprint to the gate, the werewolf has you pinned down to the ground. You close your eyes and prepare for your end, but the werewolf’s got other plans for you. He lashes at your jacket, exposing your delicate flesh, before he dives in and bites you, dragging you away.

When you come to your senses, you find yourself in a secluded wooded area. Whether you’re still in the park or somewhere else, you cannot tell. You grab your shoulder, where the werewolf bit you, and find that the wound has healed already. Does this mean…? The werewolf appears from behind some bushes, and almost as if on cue, the light on the moon shines over you. You feel the change starting to take place and can’t help but feel grateful to the wolf for sparing you. For choosing you to be a part of his pack. The werewolf watches. While others struggle during their first change, you don’t. But then again, your change is not typical. Where others grow thicker and stronger, your frame becomes leaner. Shorter. Where others grow fangs and claws, your snout remains relatively similar. Your hands softer. And where others get consumed by bloodlust, you become meeker. Submissive. You crawl on all fours towards the other werewolf. Not even worthy of being called a shadow of the bigger wolf, you bow your head and start kissing his feet. Basking in the presence of your Alpha. The other werewolf starts petting your head, before guiding your head towards his mid-section. He had done well in choosing you as the first member of his pack. After all, every pack needs its Omega…

#ocTOEber Day 23: Transformation.

Bad TF Idea ('TF'):

You are an introvert and need to avoid your friend dragging you to a party. You spin a TF wheel and land on a gamer chair.

It should work, that is if your friend doesn't plan to ride off a hill with it in a race with other suspiciously TF'd chairs...

#TFEveryday #octoeber

#OcTOEBer is in full swing

#OcTOEBer is in full swing

At long last, you manage to make the down payment of your new home. As you move in, you catch a glimpse of your new neighbor. A lion, his mane all white due to age. He’s mowing his lawn but stops just a short moment to wipe off his sweat using his wifebeater when he sees you. The lion waves at you, a warm, fatherly smile on his face. You wave back at him, deciding to talk with the older man later on when you have the time. The next day, you introduce yourself, and lion greets you with open arms into his house. You talk. A lot. And when the time comes, you commend him on his garden. “Oh, thank you,” the lion says, his tail swishing back and forth behind. Not as fast as a canine would, but you surmise that his words had been completely honest. “Yours could do with some work, though.” You cannot detect a single hint of malice in his voice, and when you ask the lion if he’d be willing to teach you, he seems to jump at the opportunity. The next few weeks, you feel yourself bonding with the older cat more and more. While he does not do the work on your yard himself, he guides you all the way through. “Good job,” the lion says after a hard day of work, ruffling your hair. You thank him and look away, hoping the lion does not notice the effect he has on you. Just like every other afternoon the past few weeks, you sit on lawn chair on the lion’s yard to drink the night away. You hand the lion another beer, which you just took out from his kitchen.

“Thanks, sport,” the lion says before taking a sip, “You’re so good at taking orders.” You blush. The lion was starting to get drunk. And whenever he did, the atmosphere always got more tense. “What college did you say you were in again?” You correct him for the n’teenth time. You had already graduated. “Oh, yeah, yeah.” He takes another sip. “You know, back in the day, this would have never happened.” You ask him what he means by that. The lion always made off-handed comments like this whenever the two of you were drinking together, only to relent soon after. However, this time, it seemed like the lion felt like talking. “Oh, you know what I mean.” He laughs and winks at you. You ignore what he’s talking about, but even if you knew what he meant, the lion felt like telling his story anyway. “Back then, anthros and humans went to different schools. Did I ever tell you that my class was the first to mix the two together?” You shake your head, and the lion continues. “It was our junior year of college. Our class had been selected for a test, to see if anthros and humans could be together. So, a human joined us for the rest of the term. Unlike us, he was not selected at random, he chose to study at an anthro college himself. The freak.” The lion took another sip from his beer. “You should have seen him. Small, frail… and more than eager to serve.” He looks at you, his eyes partially closed. “In many ways, just like you.” You reel back in shock.

“Oh, don’t tell me you don’t know what I’m talking about.” The lion lets out a loud laugh. “If things were still like back then, you’d be on the ground serving as my footstool right now. Hell, I’m sure someone like you already has an anthro or two thinking of leashing you.” You cower at the lion’s words, but he just shakes his can in front of your face. The sign that you need to get the man another beer. You do as commanded. The lion opens his new can and continues his tale. “Anyway, he was my roommate, you know? So, it did not take him long to learn his place in the food chain. He was to hold my bag as I went to class. Wash my uniform after practice. And rub my feet every night before I went to sleep.” He crosses his legs, his sandal dangling off in such an angle that you can clearly see the lion’s sole. You try to discretely look away as the lion continues his tale, a sneering gaze in his eyes. “At first, it was just me, but I say, why keep him all to myself? So, I had the human start to serve the whole dorm. “Those were the days.” The lion takes another sip. “Having a human tending to your every want and need. Serving chips and beers when a game was on. Being a footstool when watching TV. Being a doorman, kissing every anthro’s feet as they came into the building. Humans are all like that, always in need of someone or something to serve, and I gave him just that. Sure, his grades started to slip from all that, but nothing that could not be fixed without some… community help.

He went on to become valedictorian, you know? Thanks to me, and, sure, partly the rest of the dorm as well. And how did he repay me? By ditching me the moment college is over.” The lion empties his can, crushing it before tossing it away. “Oh, don’t get me wrong. I could have made him stay if I wanted to. I had trained him well, but I was naïve and stupid back then. I let him go, thinking that I could just nab another one whenever I wanted.” The lion starts to doze off, and you walk him back to his bed. Just as you’re about to close the doors, you hear the lion mumble in his sleep about all the things he’d have his human do. Just like every other night… - - - The next time you meet, you find the lion sitting in his living room. He motions you enthusiastically to join him. You sit on the couch right next to the lion who’s looking at a photo album. In there you see his whole class, a bunch of young and rowdy animals. And right next to the lion, leashed to his paw, is one human. Small and frail, as he said, or at least in comparison with the rest of the group. But the more you look at him, the more something seems familiar with him… “Did I ever tell you his name?” The lion asks. You shake your head. The lion smiles. He tells you the human’s name, and your eyes go wide open. Isn’t that your father’s name? He lifts your chin with his hand and moves your head around to take a good look at your neck, a predatory gaze in his eyes. “You know, I bet his collar would fit you. What say you?”

#ocTOEber Day 22: Age Difference.

@jelica_taveras #Twitter #Feet #Toes #OcTOEber bringing the 🔥

#OcTOEBer is in full swing

#OcTOEBer is in full swing

#OcTOEBer is in full swing

#OcTOEBer is in full swing

#OcTOEBer is in full swing

“You are awake.” The sheep blinked rapidly, the light hurting his eyes, not that the rest of his body was any better. “Where… am I?” A beige blob next to him started to shift around. As the sheep’s eyes got more used to the light, the blob started to take on a more concrete shape. It was a bear, dressed completely in white. “We’re at the hospital. You were in a car crash. Do you remember?” The bear said. The sheep shook his head, aches and lethargy still coursing throughout his body. “No. To be honest, I don’t remember much at all.” The bear gave him a warm smile. “We were afraid that was going to be the case…” The bear explained it all as the sheep continued getting used to his surroundings. The sheep had been driving along the highway late at night three months ago, then swerved out of the road for one reason or another, causing his car to flip over the railing. Thankfully, paramedics were nearby when it happened, so he was quickly escorted to a hospital in the nearest town. Fortunately, there were no major injuries, but the sheep still remained in a coma since then; the bear assigned as his caretaker. “What about my family? Friends?” The sheep asked. The bear shook his head. “You were alone in the car when we found you, no IDs or any other papers either. In fact, we were hoping that you’d be the one answering that question for us.” Seeing the blank look on the sheep’s face, he continued, “Is there anything you remember? Like, at all?”

No matter how much he tried, the sheep was completely oblivious. “And what about insurance? I mean, someone has to be paying for my stay here, right?” The bear blushed and turned his gaze down. “I… I’ve been the one paying it.” The sheep was at a complete loss of words. The rest of the nurses and his assigned medic came soon after, running a myriad of tests. Leaving aside his memory and the slowness from lack of movement aside, the sheep seemed to be in perfect health. If everything continued like this, he could be discharged the next day. Having nowhere else to go, the hospital thought it would be a good idea to maybe send the sheep to the nearest police station. See if anyone recognized him, or if there were any missing reports that matched him. That would probably mean having to stay at the station in the meantime, but the bear volunteered to let the sheep stay with him instead. “A-Are you sure about this?” The sheep asked. “Don’t worry about it.” The bear opened the door of his car and gently shoved the sheep in the copilot seat before getting in himself. “It’s just… I don’t want to impose myself even more.” “Nonsense,” he said, grabbing the sheep’s hand. The sheep pulled his hand away instinctively but returned it soon after, not wanting to seem rude after everything the bear had done for him. The bear chuckled, turned on his car, and started the drive back to his place.

They arrived thirty minutes later. The bear unlocked his door before making way for his guest. The sheep entered the bear’s apartment. There were clothes strewn all around and dirty dishes in the sink. “Sorry about the mess. I was not expecting any visits.” “It’s okay,” the sheep said, “In fact, I could help you clean up if you want?” With no money or identity of his own, it would be the least he could do to repay the kind ursine. The bear smiled. “I’d really like that.” The sheep continued to pace around the flat, slowly and warily. “Is there something wrong?” “No, it’s… it’s nothing.” The sheep could not shake the feeling that there was something wrong. “It’s alright.” The bear put one arm over the sheep’s shoulder and guided him towards his couch. “A lot of herbivores get uneasy when smelling a carnivore. You’ll get used to it.” “I guess…” The sheep sat down on the couch and stared at the floor. “In fact, there’s something I’d like to try,” the bear said, picking the sheep’s attention. “When you had your accident, you damaged your amygdala. With the right stimulus, it… nevermind.” The bear trailed off. “You know what? Forget I said—” “No!” The sheep closed the gap between him and the bear, grabbing both of his hands. “I want you to finish.” He stared at the floor again. “Please finish.” “Are you sure about that?”

The sheep nodded. “Okay, but I need you to trust me. Completely. Is that clear?” The sheep waited for a few moments before nodding again. The bear grinned. “Then, I’d like you to smell something.” The bear bent down and took off one of his shoes, then reclined against the arm of the couch as he lifted his foot so that it was right in front of the sheep’s face. “The olfactory bulb is connected to the amygdala. With the right stimulus, it could help trigger a detailed memory.” The sheep looked at the bear, puzzled. “I… I’m not sure about this.” The bear lowered his foot, resting it on the sheep’s lap. Dejected. “I thought you said you trusted me.” To just smell some random stranger’s foot like that? Just who did he… The sheep shook his head. The bear was right. All this time, the bear had been nothing but kind towards him, taking care of him at the hospital. Even offering him a place to stay. The sheep grabbed the bear’s ankle. “I do.” The bear smiled, but the sheep quickly interjected. “But I’m stopping if this doesn’t work!” “Of course.” The bear gave the same warm smile he had at the hospital. “You know I would never force you to do something you don’t want.”

#ocTOEber Day 21: Aftercare. (1/2)

October is not just paw months (and art month, and...), but also spooky month.

Here's something darker than usual.

Bad TF Idea ('Clean'):

You, sick of your messy roommate, TF them into a mascot dog obsessed with cleaning, thinking it'll fix the issue.

It does, but the dog TFs you into a cleaner spray bottle in order to complete the job.

At least now you don't have to pay rent now...

#TFTuesday #octoeber

#OcTOEBer is in full swing