Ooooooohhhh…kinda obsessed with the frogtaur now…

I basically want to exist in a hypnohorny syndicated episodic sitcom where each episode I get zonked by the hypnotist of the week, I get saved at the end of the episode, and then rinse and repeat the next week with an all new hypnovillain.

But yeah! All this to say, I want this game and I want it bad!

I want smelly orc butt on my face and cock when I lose, not to get my asshole stretched to impossible widths, please and thank you. (The game also had a gay or bi option, which it also ignored with female enemies, sooooo…yeah that was a bummer)

There is a game (that I actually liked otherwise) that allowed you to pick top, bottom, or verse, but then when you lost to most of the enemies, they would just top you anyway. That always miffed me because why give me the choice if it doesn’t matter and you’re just going to make me bottom anyway!

I don’t 100% know what they can do, but I’m sure if you wander into their territory they can zonk you with magical mushrooms or turn you into a humiliating beast just as good as any other nature spirit.

The carnal urge to be powerbottomed by a little, bastardous freak.

It’s kinda an impossible task to pick one favorite, but if I had to narrow it down to the song that most captures everything I love in music, it would be Earthmover by Have A Nice Life. It’s so grand, moving, epic, and achingly empty, yet cacophonously dense.

I always just sorta assumed Scrappy was some shortstack middle-aged freak.

Puppyyyyyyy power(bottom)!

You can never go wrong with a powerbottom! The fatter, sweatier, and hairier the ass, the better! Also, big hypnosis kink here, but I haven’t really seen that in your art yet, so I’m guessing that it’s probably not a kink you’re into.

All while maintaining a detached stoicism that is obviously a cover for his profound feelings towards me (and also provides an aire of professionalism that makes the whole “sucking me off” thing even hornier)

A personal favorite flavor of pathetic failure is a very sad divorced dad. I see a pathetic divorced middle aged man in media and immediately I want to make him moan. Bend him over and play with that man-failure hole. Maybe zonk him. Maybe get zonked by him. Whatever will make him feel better.

No one works harder than furries with a new blorbo. I haven’t checked e621/Furaffinity yet, but I wouldn’t be surprised if that badger bastard is already in the triple digits. Godspeed, you perverts. I expect to see at least three drawing of his steaming asshole on my desk by 9:00 tomorrow morning.

I’ve most commonly seen it with Sasquatch/Yetis and bears, but as long as one character is big and insulated enough, and the other is tiny enough, I think there’s a lot of possibilities. A moose or caribou with a mouse, a dragon with a knight friend, etc.

These are the type of scrawny little bastards that look like they were left in a ditch beside the highway as a child and sustained themselves on half-drank Monster energy drinks and discarded Rob Zombie CDs. Trailer park twinks. Scraggly, but not hairy enough to be otters. Probably an awful goatee.