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Found a game called Pinky Monkey Town for the GBA and it's adorable. 
there's a talk sprite for the main character, Pinky Monkey (a mascot for a Japanese candy brand), and it was exuding some strong plumfie energy, so I drew over it at a friend's suggestion
The October Flower Friend Poll is complete!

The Winner is Firebrand!

Thanks to all who participated, I'll have the image done before the month is over.

Look forward to the November Poll next month!

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Oh my, that sounds like a lot of fun~

I'm down for both!~
even if he turns around I'll still be distracted by how wide he is

and his face, I like his face a lot...
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I'm trying to pay attention, you're just so attractive...~

#fatfur
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Are you interested in:

Funny squeezing?

Angy lizard?

Sleepless cravings?

And nightmare hunger?

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

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#nonuberstories #furry #nsfw
“Here’s one of my favorite toys!” the Cuckoo chirps, grinning with excitement.

“Uh…” The skunk can only stare, dumbfounded, rooted in place by astonishment.

The mouse manages to blurt back, “Bruh, that’s a snake you got there.”
“Yeah?” The giant bird blinks back and tilts his head, as if there’s nothing unusual about the enormous serpent that he’s holding.

“Holding” is a rather generous way of describing it, though; he has his wings out and the golden snake is tangled around them and his shoulders and chest and dangling over the side of his belly. Its head rises up in the air, bobbing over the Cuckoo. Its beady black eyes are set upon the two playmates.

Now the mouse is staring, exasperated and confused, and the skunk picks up by asking, “This is a toy?”

“Yeah!” He coos and he pats the snake’s length. “It’s real funny. It’s really good at squeezing things. Here, just watch!” He whispers to the snake and it starts to move, wriggling around and slipping through his grasp. It wraps about his midsection, looping around three times—which is a lot of circumference to cover—and starts to squeeze. The Cuckoo titters in amusement, even though he speaks with greater strain as his rotund belly compresses, flab bulging between the snake’s coils. “It’s like a big hug all over!” he exclaims, smiling despite how hoarse he sounds. The Reptile knew that it hated the Bird from the moment it first laid eyes on him.

This should not come as a surprise, since the Reptile was filled with an unfathomable reservoir of hate for all things, but this was a special kind of hate.

There was a panic when the Reptile first appeared in the Bird’s realm. Smaller creatures were scurrying around a brightly lit room, shrieking in terror. They reminded it of the pathetic creatures of the Foundation who attempted to understand its nature and to find a means of ending it. And there were other creatures who were different: bigger, twisted, and in some way tainted. Some of these, lolling about in a daze, do not seem to notice its arrival, but they do not appear to be capable of movement anyway.

The Reptile should have taken this opportunity to lash out at some of them, agitated as it was, to maim and eviscerate, but it was taken by alarm in its own manner. It did not understand where it was or how it had come to be here, only recalling a gut-churning lurch and then it was no longer in its loathsome cell. It growled and cursed at the pastel colors all around it, too bright for its eyes. It clawed at the cushy padded floor beneath it and thrashed with its tail.

“Coocoo, who’s this? A new nestmate?” said a loud, obnoxiously cheery voice, giving the Lizard a singular point to focus its anger upon, and it saw the Bird. He towered above the puny cowards, bigger even than the Reptile, but that was not enough of a deterrence to it. It did not think that such a fat and cumbersome thing could pose any meaningful threat. It estimated that it would only take thirty-seven seconds to tear him open and rip out his beating heart. Nightmare Moon sits up on the edge of the bed and focuses on the empty space within the capacious room. Her horn ignites with cerulean moonlight and produces a bright flash as a figure manifests, producing a loud thump when her hooves hit the floor, rattling the bed and the nightstands beside it. Rarity stands as calmly composed as ever, though the wrinkles around her eyes betray her own lack of sleep, and her mane and tail are loose and she wears a gauzy nightgown draped over her voluminous frame instead of her uniform.

“Do you require pleasure, Mistress?” the mare asks in her obedient tone, and she already has her hands upon her belly, prepared to lift the heavy globe for a view of her plump nether lips.

“No,” the alicorn replies promptly, though her loins quiver ever so slightly. “I desire…calm. I need to be able to sleep.”

Rarity blinks. In the low light, only one with acute vision like Nightmare Moon would discern the thoughtfulness in her expression. She is aware that this is a matter that requires a more complex solution and that she must devote herself to it. “I see,” she murmurs, and her arms move over the top of her bosom as she taps her chin. “I believe that there are some herbs from the Everfree which could be combined into a potent sedative. I could confer with our herbalists and determine what the proper dosage would be.”

But Nightmare Moon grumbles petulantly, tossing her head back. “That would take so long. I wish to sleep now!”

Rarity’s lips purse into a thin frown. “Do you desire alternative methods to induce slumber?” The costumed civilians scamper away one by one, but Luna keeps her veil held over herself long after she is the only pony left in the clearing. She stands and waits, certain that there shouldn’t be any more visitors this late into the night. The moon hangs high overhead, a lone eye shining upon the world, filling the open space with silvery light. In the Everfree Forest, however, the dark does not allow mere light to beat it into submission.

A piece of night peels off from amongst the trees, a hulking mass of pitch that rises taller than the statue of Nightmare Moon. Heavy hoofsteps thud across the earth, each followed by a wet sucking and popping. Something drags over the grass and dirt. Its form is too dark to discern any anatomy save for a maw that starts to yawn open, ringed with jagged teeth and dripping saliva, lowering closer to the pile of candy in front of the statue.

Now Luna strikes. The veil falls and reveals her, gleaming, immaculate, rearing back as she spreads her wings. Her horn sparks with a flash of light that washes over the dark hulk, and it writhes, howling in fury. “Foul beast!” she declares valiantly, “Thou shalt torment the ponies of this land no longer!”

Only now does the creature’s shape become clear as it stands in the illumination of pure moonlight. It is a huge, swollen thing, only vaguely in the shape of a pony, swallowed up by vast folds of flesh. Its skin, though, is sticky, dripping with an inky tar, with the shape of crescent moon on its haunches. The idea of movement with its bloated limbs seems absurd, and the ragged wings which extend from its back couldn’t possibly lift it into the air. Its face comes into focus, but it is hardly equine, bloated cheeks and neck folds offsetting the elongated, snaggletoothed snout, cold eyes with slitted predatory pupils.
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More Blood Omen!

Tonight, at 6:00pm CST!

Will repost when I go live, channel is 👇
www.twitch.tv/borisalien
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Getting back to work on art is difficult when you keep hitting roadblocks like this 💦
Maddie, a huge and fat raccoon girl, is grunting and struggling to pull her sweatpants past her big quivering fupa
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Busty Sage
#borisalienart #NSFW #NSFWart

Bday boobs for @kurzikstan.bsky.social 💙
Sage's bust, big tits. Earrings say 'THEY' and 'THEM'
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It’s similar to how it’s difficult to love others without loving yourself.

What sucks is that a good amount of people enjoy calling rampant self validation “narcissism” when that is a completely different can of worms.

Self validation and self love is not narcissism.
Other people’s validation should be treated as a bonus to your own self validation, not the sole source.

Everyone should have both self and incoming validation, but self validation is the most important.