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My very own cocoon!
A smile grows on my face as I return to my apartment. Today was the day I achieve a little dream of mine for my lovely pet was waiting for me. A few months ago, I picked up a spider and named him Silky. The reason why returning to Silky is special is because he's an unknown species of spider! I couldn't find anything like him on the internet. Not only that but he's big. When I first found him, he looked like a hand sized jumping spider. As I fed him over the months leading up till now, he grew monstrous. Silky is now half my size if I was laying down, though I am a short at four foot eight inches, but that still means he's over two feet in le
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A Cocooning story
Today started normally enough, I woke up and struggled in my bondage… yeah, I’m one of those people, I was bound with an arm-binder which was zipped up with a little zipper bot, and leg binder, both leather and I was gagged with a simple pink ball gag. I struggled playfully, moaning as I waited for the timer on the zipper bot to run out, exactly at nine o’clock I felt the zip start to go down I was a bit disappointed but I couldn’t spend all day bound and gagged, even if I wanted to. I got free and undid everything, except the gag I kept that in, I went to my wardrobe and got out a simple pair of leggings and a crop-top. With that done I walked through a small hallway and into my kitchen and adjoined lounge-room, I grabbed a small snack, because I’m never really hungry and it shows on my figure. I removed the gag and eat the snack before I walked into the bathroom looking at the mirror and my messy shoulder length red hair, my average chest and hips and pale skin, I turned my head
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Surprise Inspiration (Soft Vore)
Chelsea groaned in frustration, the blank page sitting before her taunting her. With a resounding thud she slumped forward, her head slamming into the desk. The blank page was not pristine, covered in smudges from erased ideas and crossed out doodles. Chelsea tilted her head up, peaking at the page with a look of thinly-veiled resentment.
She hadn’t had the urge to draw anything all week. On top of that, she just hadn’t had time! The house was a mess, she just couldn’t get inspired, her new neighbors, work; there weren’t enough hours in the day!
She leaned back in her chair, trying to gather her thoughts a bit and ca
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Commission for :drfoolamour:
Rossem can't simply play with his prey. He has to be inventive. If you're lazy, you waste away. Rossem isn't lazy. When a white-furred vixen starts stomping around his woods, he lets his imagination run free... and it results in one of his greatest creations yet!
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A commission for Rossem-Klyn starring his latexmancer elf, Rossem Klyn. A sequel to the other 'Old Wood' storylines. In this episode, he plays with Victoria - a white-furred vixen who's wandered into his domain.
Another fun commission! It really got away from me at times.
Previously...
The Old Wood - Part 3 Rossem didn’t like castles. He liked visiting them, but he wouldn’t want to live in one. Mortal men had a habit of building them for function first, and form second. The aesthetics ended up being ‘tacked-on’, trying too hard to appear imposing or elegant. What was worse was that the functionality resulted in a thoroughly uncomfortable place to actually live. Long hallways were chilly. Courtyards were noisome. They were flammable. The elfhome was a stand against these principles. He had built a series of connected wooden structures throughout the treetops, connected with long vines, short walkways, and branches he had grown himself. Though he hadn’t had any visitors in a few decades, he had tried to be hospitable to any possible interlopers - the rubbery membrane that supported the walkways was inert, and not the cloying, seeking magic that would quickly restrain and encase anyone he deemed to be an intruder.
The story continues...
The Old Wood Part 5 - Fantom
Anyone who claimed to recognize the creature walking through the forest was a wizened sort. Seeing his face and putting it to a name required a certain level of obscure knowledge or eidetic memory that few possessed. It meant that the hypothetical scholar of history was both versed in ancient languages, cryptographic ciphers needed to decipher them, and a student of diverse mortal cultures.
They would also have been completely, absolutely wrong.
King Vystral had been gone for centuries. The elf’s browline and features were so sharp that his contemporaries joked his face could slice steel. Powder blue hair was slicked back in the fashion that had been, briefly, considered ‘regal’ by his contemporaries.
And all of it, of course, was a forgery.
The elf behind it wore this dusty king’s visage as a mask. Part of him knew that it was the sort of unusual look that was just un
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Of course, knowing my verbose nature, there is much left unsaid about this super series. But the prior comment suffices to communicate my feelings.