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Posted 6 years agoHello, peeps and peepettes. I'm sure most of you remember how I've stated that I wouldn't be doing anymore scat fic stuff unless I was earning something for my troubles. Well, here's one of those things. I've been working with succubisamus (the artist who drew my lovely new avatar) for a number of months on a duo story/art pack focusing on the Equestria Girls versions of the Cutie Mark Crusaders. Yes, I said that correctly. Cutie Mark Crusaders. Equestria Girls. Scat fic. Go ahead, throw your pitchforks at me.
For those of you who don't get your jockstraps in a wad over fictional characters and also want some good old messy fap material, the pack is basically an online picture book, or a light novel. I wrote all the text, succubi drew some lovely pictures to compliment some of the more interesting scenes. If you want to purchase it, check out this link (nothing explicit here, just read the description and you'll know what to do)
https://derpibooru.org/1997369?
There you go. Fappy happing.
For those of you who don't get your jockstraps in a wad over fictional characters and also want some good old messy fap material, the pack is basically an online picture book, or a light novel. I wrote all the text, succubi drew some lovely pictures to compliment some of the more interesting scenes. If you want to purchase it, check out this link (nothing explicit here, just read the description and you'll know what to do)
https://derpibooru.org/1997369?
There you go. Fappy happing.
Still quitting for the most part, BUT there are some excepti
Posted 7 years agoThe last journal I made during the summer as really abrupt, and in all honesty, was made when I was really angry at someone specific and I just posted it on a whim. I feel like I should have given my few readers somewhat of an explanation as to why I made my decision after I had time to settle down, but that’s not what happened. Oh well, can’t change the past. Anyway, there’s a long and short version of this, so for those of you just following me because you want to beat off and carry on with the rest of your evening, here’s the to;dr version first:
I work my ass off to make what I view to be legitimately good works of fiction that just so happen to involve scat content, and it seems to get overshadowed by people who have no idea how to write, they just type out a bunch of gross and vulgar terms—but since a lot of people don’t know what good writing actually looks like, they get turned on by the most juvenile forms of writing, so that tends to get about five times as much attention as my stories get. I’ll still be willing to write out paid commissions for stories, trades and the occasional request for people I consider to be close friends, but as for going down the line of my planned stories that I was going to do for free, those are no longer happening. At all.
For those of you who do have any concern for me outside of me making stuff that gets your rocks off, here’s the long version
Earlier this year I joined a Discord server run by a scat artist who I considered a friend for about a year and a half, a server that already had a decent amount of users when I got there, but started growing at a rapid pace over the months—it was like we were building a small army or something, kind of impressive actually. But something I started learning over time was that most of the people there seemed to enjoy scat and other content that focused on cruelty and humiliating situations – more often than not, focused on degrading women. I personally can’t stand degradation as a form of sexual pleasure, it just seems cruel and mean-spirited to me; yes I can incorporate a bit of embarrassment to add some tension or conflict to the story, but I always strive to give whoever’s the subject of such treatment a silver lining to the experience, a “happy ending” so that way it doesn’t feel like they’re doomed to be miserable while everyone watching them gets a massive erection over it.
The other thing people in that server seemed to like were one user’s stories which I would hardly consider stories at all, more like textual vomit in a sense. Basically what he’d do is look at art drawn by other people, say “Ooh, I’m gonna make a story out of that!” then spend two or three hours writing a bunch of repulsive terms and phrases around those characters. I won’t mention this person by name, but if you look up scat fiction on FurAffinity, he’s not hard to find. A lot of his descriptions of scat sequences read something like “her runny rancid sphincter puke” or “her putrid sewage soup” or any string of vulgar words that would make any self-respecting reader gag rather than get aroused. Now you might think to yourself “Well, maybe he’s a new writer, maybe he just needs some time to hone his craft and improve.” Mm, no, that’s not the case at all. He’s been at this for more than a year, and he’s even admitted numerous times that he knows his stories aren’t good, he’s just writing whatever crap enters his mind without any concern for the plot or story. And that sickens me. It’s an insult to what I do, like just because my stories focus on characters pooping, that somehow means I… shouldn’t put effort into them? Really?
So basically what happened was, I was in this server for a while, and happened to not get along with one of the users who regularly spammed his Pokemon OC’s getting mistreated and abused for his sexual pleasure (not saying his name, but come on, I’m pretty sure you can all take a big guess as to who he is), and because he’s a manipulative asshole, he pushed the head of the server against me and had him pretty much put me in his crosshairs for any time I slipped up. After that, I told the amateur writer I didn’t agree with an opinion of his, so the head of the server decided that was enough grounds to kick me out, thus ruining more than a year of friendship, all because I don’t get off to cruelty porn or bad writing.
Suffice to say, that put me in a rather foul mood. I mean, if most of the scat community gets off to watching people get abused, tortured, humiliated etc, or prefers hastily written vulgarity’s written in a day over elegantly drafted narratives that take months to construct, then what is the fucking point? I’m not going to spend 1/3 of a year breaking my back to write a story just so it can get only 1/5 of the attention that “stinky anal soup” gets. That’s fucking ridiculous and I have better things to do with my life than compete with that absolute filth.
Moving forward, does this mean I’ll never write another scat story again? No, it does not mean that. As you just saw, the first chapter of a story request I promised to do went up a little bit ago, so I’ll be uploading the rest of that over the next week or so. I also have one more story I’m halfway done with, but because of the nature of the story, I most likely won’t be able to post it here (might want to check my Inkbunny to see if there’s a link for it: I’ll post another journal here once it’s ready). Aside from that, I’m only going to be doing these types of stories if I’m getting something in return, I.e., money or art. As for the stories that I’d planned to do for free, I might still be willing to do them, but not for free. I might set up a Patreon or a GoFundMe or whatever kind of website (I really have no idea what I’ll use, I’m just throwing those out as examples), put up a poll that says “Here’s a few stories I’m thinking about doing, vote with your wallets on which one you want written” and I’ll write the winner knowing that I’m getting something out of it. I know that sounds selfish, but that’s kind of the point I’ve been pushed to now. I’m out of college, loans need to be paid, as does rent and groceries, and the job I’m working now barely pays me anything, so something’s gotta change.
So there you have it. I’m really sorry it’s come to this point, I know some people are going to be put off by my decision, I understand it, but I also hope some of you will understand that fate has not been kind to me regarding this matter, so this is what I feel I have to do now. I appreciate those of you staying on board, and bid an indifferent farewell to those of you leaving.
I work my ass off to make what I view to be legitimately good works of fiction that just so happen to involve scat content, and it seems to get overshadowed by people who have no idea how to write, they just type out a bunch of gross and vulgar terms—but since a lot of people don’t know what good writing actually looks like, they get turned on by the most juvenile forms of writing, so that tends to get about five times as much attention as my stories get. I’ll still be willing to write out paid commissions for stories, trades and the occasional request for people I consider to be close friends, but as for going down the line of my planned stories that I was going to do for free, those are no longer happening. At all.
For those of you who do have any concern for me outside of me making stuff that gets your rocks off, here’s the long version
Earlier this year I joined a Discord server run by a scat artist who I considered a friend for about a year and a half, a server that already had a decent amount of users when I got there, but started growing at a rapid pace over the months—it was like we were building a small army or something, kind of impressive actually. But something I started learning over time was that most of the people there seemed to enjoy scat and other content that focused on cruelty and humiliating situations – more often than not, focused on degrading women. I personally can’t stand degradation as a form of sexual pleasure, it just seems cruel and mean-spirited to me; yes I can incorporate a bit of embarrassment to add some tension or conflict to the story, but I always strive to give whoever’s the subject of such treatment a silver lining to the experience, a “happy ending” so that way it doesn’t feel like they’re doomed to be miserable while everyone watching them gets a massive erection over it.
The other thing people in that server seemed to like were one user’s stories which I would hardly consider stories at all, more like textual vomit in a sense. Basically what he’d do is look at art drawn by other people, say “Ooh, I’m gonna make a story out of that!” then spend two or three hours writing a bunch of repulsive terms and phrases around those characters. I won’t mention this person by name, but if you look up scat fiction on FurAffinity, he’s not hard to find. A lot of his descriptions of scat sequences read something like “her runny rancid sphincter puke” or “her putrid sewage soup” or any string of vulgar words that would make any self-respecting reader gag rather than get aroused. Now you might think to yourself “Well, maybe he’s a new writer, maybe he just needs some time to hone his craft and improve.” Mm, no, that’s not the case at all. He’s been at this for more than a year, and he’s even admitted numerous times that he knows his stories aren’t good, he’s just writing whatever crap enters his mind without any concern for the plot or story. And that sickens me. It’s an insult to what I do, like just because my stories focus on characters pooping, that somehow means I… shouldn’t put effort into them? Really?
So basically what happened was, I was in this server for a while, and happened to not get along with one of the users who regularly spammed his Pokemon OC’s getting mistreated and abused for his sexual pleasure (not saying his name, but come on, I’m pretty sure you can all take a big guess as to who he is), and because he’s a manipulative asshole, he pushed the head of the server against me and had him pretty much put me in his crosshairs for any time I slipped up. After that, I told the amateur writer I didn’t agree with an opinion of his, so the head of the server decided that was enough grounds to kick me out, thus ruining more than a year of friendship, all because I don’t get off to cruelty porn or bad writing.
Suffice to say, that put me in a rather foul mood. I mean, if most of the scat community gets off to watching people get abused, tortured, humiliated etc, or prefers hastily written vulgarity’s written in a day over elegantly drafted narratives that take months to construct, then what is the fucking point? I’m not going to spend 1/3 of a year breaking my back to write a story just so it can get only 1/5 of the attention that “stinky anal soup” gets. That’s fucking ridiculous and I have better things to do with my life than compete with that absolute filth.
Moving forward, does this mean I’ll never write another scat story again? No, it does not mean that. As you just saw, the first chapter of a story request I promised to do went up a little bit ago, so I’ll be uploading the rest of that over the next week or so. I also have one more story I’m halfway done with, but because of the nature of the story, I most likely won’t be able to post it here (might want to check my Inkbunny to see if there’s a link for it: I’ll post another journal here once it’s ready). Aside from that, I’m only going to be doing these types of stories if I’m getting something in return, I.e., money or art. As for the stories that I’d planned to do for free, I might still be willing to do them, but not for free. I might set up a Patreon or a GoFundMe or whatever kind of website (I really have no idea what I’ll use, I’m just throwing those out as examples), put up a poll that says “Here’s a few stories I’m thinking about doing, vote with your wallets on which one you want written” and I’ll write the winner knowing that I’m getting something out of it. I know that sounds selfish, but that’s kind of the point I’ve been pushed to now. I’m out of college, loans need to be paid, as does rent and groceries, and the job I’m working now barely pays me anything, so something’s gotta change.
So there you have it. I’m really sorry it’s come to this point, I know some people are going to be put off by my decision, I understand it, but I also hope some of you will understand that fate has not been kind to me regarding this matter, so this is what I feel I have to do now. I appreciate those of you staying on board, and bid an indifferent farewell to those of you leaving.
Gazelle story is cancelled
Posted 7 years agoProbably future projects are as well. I'll keep the account up so you can read previous stuff. Have a good one.
Gazelle's story is now in the revising phase
Posted 7 years agoHello peeps. Been struggling to keep my head above water with a job that pays me in peanuts and wondering how I'm going to be able to pay rent. But let's move onto what you guys want to know more about -- at least I assume it's what you want to know about, since you're following me in the first place.
I've spent the last... I don't know, 3 or 4 weeks writing about Gazelle taking a dump while she has cameras in her toilet feeding the footage to an online account of hers so viewers can watch. What I initially panned to be a quick ten page story has escalated to a whopping 27 pages and 15K word count. I seriously don't know why I keep doing this to myself, but that's just how it is. I might end up cutting a fair portion of it after my proofreader gives his evaluation of it, but that's a bridge I'll cross later. Since it's going to take a while, I figured I'd leave you guys with not only a preview for the story, but also tell you that I might start uploading some quickies to my scraps folder in the meantime. Yeah, I actually wrote a couple drabbles that weren't several pages long just for practice, and they're kind of gathering dust, so I might as well do something with them.
For now, here's a quick look at what Gazelle's story is going to contain:
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Pressing the button the instant the time showed 10:30, the button changed to a bright green and the words Live flashed across the top of the screen. A moment later, she saw the same sight as before, her midriff and everything below it from the side, and her chest from inside the bowl. A few seconds later, the busy chat jumped in activity, everyone in attendance greeting their beloved performer for the evening.
Xtra_ToppingZ: So, you still haven’t quite made it into space yet?
Sheeps_In_SPAAAACE: No, still working in accounting at the moment. I’m keeping an ear to the ground for any opportunity that lets me get a foot in the door to be an astronaut though. Hooves crossed! /)(\
Xtra_ToppingZ: /)(\
Earn_Your_Stripes: We’re rooting for ya. Hope you make it to the stars some day.
Duh-Nuh: Hey, look who just got here!
Snowy_Anchor: Our mistress hath arrived!
Zuburu_22: Pants unzipped.
Sheeps_In_SPAAAACE: Same.
Xtra_ToppingZ: Same
Snowy_Anchor: I wasn’t wearing pants to begin with.
Earn_Your_Stripes: What are clothes?
Sheeps_In_SPAAAACE: They’re the things Smelly_Ms_Thomson’s wearing, and they’re cute! Love your top, “Troublemaker!” ;3
Xtra_ToppingZ: I’m more focused on the shorts she’s wearing. How are those things fitting around her massive butt?
Gazelle’s teeth sunk into her bottom lip in excitement upon reading how eager her followers were to see she, “Smelly_Ms_Thomson” had finally made it. She was even excited that they liked her outfit of choice. Even though she was itching to get started, she couldn’t resist the need to chat with her audience a bit before things got started.
Smelly_Ms_Thomson: Oh, you guys are so sweet! These aren’t even that nice of clothes, I got them for cheap at GoodWolf.
Zuburu_22: Hey, no worries; some clothes never go out of style.
Duh-Nuh: nothing wrong with GoodWolf, I shop there too. Helps me save money for more important things than wearing expensive trending clothing.
Snowy_Anchor: You mean like more porn?
Duh-Nuh: Well yeah, what’s more important than that?
Earn_Your_Stripes: I hear that!
Smelly_Ms_Thomson: lmao You guys crack me up. But speaking of crack, mine is BUSTING to let out what I’ve been holding in, so I’m gonna have to get started soon or I’m gonna ruin these khakis.
Xtra_ToppingZ: I wouldn’t mind seeing that.
Sheeps_In_SPAAAACE: me neither, but those shorts look cute, and I wouldn’t want to stain them if they were mine.
Snowy_Anchor: Yeah, appealing as that sounds, you don’t want to have to buy another pair to replace those.
Duh-Nuh: Couldn’t you just wash them?
Snowy_Anchor: You could, but it’s not worth the risk, especially if you have to wash them with something that might fade the colors.
Snowy_Anchor: Besides, I’d rather see her naked butt plopped right on the seat even more.
Sheeps_In_SPAAAACE: God me too, I’m already wet just thinking about it.
Earn_Your_Stripes: lol I keep forgetting there’s women in here into this stuff. Two of them even!
Snowy_Anchor: Yup, me and Sheep. And I’ve got a Rainforest District in between my legs right now.
Xtra_ToppingZ: Unf, that’s hot.
With introductions out of the way, the antelope placed her phone on the counter, turning her front toward the bathtub to give her viewers a good look at her slim belly. She slid her hooves down the pale fur on her front until she reached the fly of her khaki shorts, grasping the zipper within her hooves and yanking it downward before unfastening the button up top. Putting a thumb within the waistline, she slipped her shorts down her thighs and let them fall the rest of the way past her calves onto the floor. Standing in her violet panties, Gazelle turned herself around to show the camera her behind with only the tip of the violet cloth sticking out the top of her crack underneath her short tail. She took a brief moment to move her hooves up the surface of her ample cheeks, pushing against them to show how much meat each side of her rear carried. Reaching the top of her buttocks, she slipped her thumb down the interior of her panties and pushed them downward, leaving the cream and gold fur of her backside completely exposed.
With nothing keeping her hindquarters concealed, Gazelle bent forward and grabbed her phone off of the counter, looking at the livestream to see that the chat was going crazy over the sight of her large posterior covering up her head up to her horns, a fact which she herself felt grateful for. Feeling somewhat frisky from all the attention, Gazelle reached one hoof back to her right cheek and spread it to the side, showing off the compacted gray crater of her anus. Letting go of her cheek, she began to type into the message field of the chat, all while swaying her hips from side to side in a provocative fashion.
Zuburu_22: Dear God, what an ass
Earn_Your_Stripes: Was gonna wait til she started ripping ass, but screw it; got a paw on my dick already.
Sheeps_In_SPAAAACE: I’ve been rubbing my clit since the video started.
Duh-Nuh: Careful you don’t burn yourself out too quickly ;P
Sheeps_In_SPAAAACE: You kidding me? I can usually crank out 3 orgasms before her videos are over, this ain’t nothing.
Snowy_Anchor: 3? Pft, amateur. Try 5.
Sheeps_In_SPAAAACE: Challenge accepted!
Xtra_ToppingZ: God, I want to feel that ass on my face.
Zuburu_22: It’s like a big fat heart under her tail. <3
Smelly_Ms_Thomson: Whew, spreading my cheeks like that kind of pushed me to my limit there. I almost lost control completely.
Snowy_Anchor: Unnnnf
Sheeps_In_SPAAAACE: Do want.
Earn_Your_Stripes: Shower us with your mess, Ms_Thomson!
Knowing she wouldn’t be able to last much longer, Gazelle put one hoof down on the toilet seat and eased her ample cheeks down, the excess girth of her behind spilling over the side of the seat from the force of the plastic pushing up against them. The seat gave her cheeks a slight spread down the middle, urging her asshole to yield the contents it had held back for so long now. Without any reservation, Gazelle took a deep breath and gave a slight push through her rectum, feeling the pocket of foul wind race to leave its confines.
Pluuuuuupprt
“Hoh!” Gazelle accidentally moaned before clasping a hoof to her mouth on reaction. She normally kept herself quiet during these shows, not making even the slightest groan to insure nobody recognized her voice was the same as the one who they heard on the radio and on stage over the years. The immediate relief she felt from letting out such a powerful blast of flatulence, and the intimidating sound it made amplified by the acoustics of the bowl, had made her lose control of herself for a brief moment. It took her several seconds to move her eyes back down to her phone, worried that she might look at the chat and see that someone had recognized her brief vocalizations.
Zuburu_22: Cripes, dat baritone
Xtra_ToppingZ: Think that might have been a 3 on the richter scale, lol
Snowy_Anchor: Welp, that’s one down.
Duh-Nuh: omg, you came already?
Sheeps_In_SPAAAACE: Dangit, I’m behind now! I’m close though, probably another minute or two for me.
Snowy_Anchor: Yeah, that little moan of hers did it for me. Sounded like that felt really good coming out~
Earn_Your_Stripes: I think that’s the first time we’ve heard her voice before. Usually it’s just soft grunts and stuff.
Smelly_Ms_Thomson: Ha ha, whoops! That was a little stronger than I was expecting. And yes, it felt VERY good to let that out all at once. My asshole it still shaking from the force of that, goodness.
Xtra_ToppingZ: Would you like me to lick it to help soothe it, Ms_Thomson?
Earn_Your_Stripes: I think the neighbors might have heard that — the fart, not the moan, I mean.
Following the relief of releasing such a loud and strong fart, Gazelle took solace in the fact that nobody had recognized her moan and connected it to the pop icon of Zootopia. She felt thankful that as attentive as her followers were, none of them were able to deduce her identity by one octave. With her nerves settled, Gazelle’s sphincter reminded her that while she’d experienced some relief from expelling her gas, she was far from completely empty. Keeping her eyes on her phone and watching her butt move as she repositioned herself, Gazelle took another breath and squeezed her stomach together as she exerted more force through her anus.
I've spent the last... I don't know, 3 or 4 weeks writing about Gazelle taking a dump while she has cameras in her toilet feeding the footage to an online account of hers so viewers can watch. What I initially panned to be a quick ten page story has escalated to a whopping 27 pages and 15K word count. I seriously don't know why I keep doing this to myself, but that's just how it is. I might end up cutting a fair portion of it after my proofreader gives his evaluation of it, but that's a bridge I'll cross later. Since it's going to take a while, I figured I'd leave you guys with not only a preview for the story, but also tell you that I might start uploading some quickies to my scraps folder in the meantime. Yeah, I actually wrote a couple drabbles that weren't several pages long just for practice, and they're kind of gathering dust, so I might as well do something with them.
For now, here's a quick look at what Gazelle's story is going to contain:
---
Pressing the button the instant the time showed 10:30, the button changed to a bright green and the words Live flashed across the top of the screen. A moment later, she saw the same sight as before, her midriff and everything below it from the side, and her chest from inside the bowl. A few seconds later, the busy chat jumped in activity, everyone in attendance greeting their beloved performer for the evening.
Xtra_ToppingZ: So, you still haven’t quite made it into space yet?
Sheeps_In_SPAAAACE: No, still working in accounting at the moment. I’m keeping an ear to the ground for any opportunity that lets me get a foot in the door to be an astronaut though. Hooves crossed! /)(\
Xtra_ToppingZ: /)(\
Earn_Your_Stripes: We’re rooting for ya. Hope you make it to the stars some day.
Duh-Nuh: Hey, look who just got here!
Snowy_Anchor: Our mistress hath arrived!
Zuburu_22: Pants unzipped.
Sheeps_In_SPAAAACE: Same.
Xtra_ToppingZ: Same
Snowy_Anchor: I wasn’t wearing pants to begin with.
Earn_Your_Stripes: What are clothes?
Sheeps_In_SPAAAACE: They’re the things Smelly_Ms_Thomson’s wearing, and they’re cute! Love your top, “Troublemaker!” ;3
Xtra_ToppingZ: I’m more focused on the shorts she’s wearing. How are those things fitting around her massive butt?
Gazelle’s teeth sunk into her bottom lip in excitement upon reading how eager her followers were to see she, “Smelly_Ms_Thomson” had finally made it. She was even excited that they liked her outfit of choice. Even though she was itching to get started, she couldn’t resist the need to chat with her audience a bit before things got started.
Smelly_Ms_Thomson: Oh, you guys are so sweet! These aren’t even that nice of clothes, I got them for cheap at GoodWolf.
Zuburu_22: Hey, no worries; some clothes never go out of style.
Duh-Nuh: nothing wrong with GoodWolf, I shop there too. Helps me save money for more important things than wearing expensive trending clothing.
Snowy_Anchor: You mean like more porn?
Duh-Nuh: Well yeah, what’s more important than that?
Earn_Your_Stripes: I hear that!
Smelly_Ms_Thomson: lmao You guys crack me up. But speaking of crack, mine is BUSTING to let out what I’ve been holding in, so I’m gonna have to get started soon or I’m gonna ruin these khakis.
Xtra_ToppingZ: I wouldn’t mind seeing that.
Sheeps_In_SPAAAACE: me neither, but those shorts look cute, and I wouldn’t want to stain them if they were mine.
Snowy_Anchor: Yeah, appealing as that sounds, you don’t want to have to buy another pair to replace those.
Duh-Nuh: Couldn’t you just wash them?
Snowy_Anchor: You could, but it’s not worth the risk, especially if you have to wash them with something that might fade the colors.
Snowy_Anchor: Besides, I’d rather see her naked butt plopped right on the seat even more.
Sheeps_In_SPAAAACE: God me too, I’m already wet just thinking about it.
Earn_Your_Stripes: lol I keep forgetting there’s women in here into this stuff. Two of them even!
Snowy_Anchor: Yup, me and Sheep. And I’ve got a Rainforest District in between my legs right now.
Xtra_ToppingZ: Unf, that’s hot.
With introductions out of the way, the antelope placed her phone on the counter, turning her front toward the bathtub to give her viewers a good look at her slim belly. She slid her hooves down the pale fur on her front until she reached the fly of her khaki shorts, grasping the zipper within her hooves and yanking it downward before unfastening the button up top. Putting a thumb within the waistline, she slipped her shorts down her thighs and let them fall the rest of the way past her calves onto the floor. Standing in her violet panties, Gazelle turned herself around to show the camera her behind with only the tip of the violet cloth sticking out the top of her crack underneath her short tail. She took a brief moment to move her hooves up the surface of her ample cheeks, pushing against them to show how much meat each side of her rear carried. Reaching the top of her buttocks, she slipped her thumb down the interior of her panties and pushed them downward, leaving the cream and gold fur of her backside completely exposed.
With nothing keeping her hindquarters concealed, Gazelle bent forward and grabbed her phone off of the counter, looking at the livestream to see that the chat was going crazy over the sight of her large posterior covering up her head up to her horns, a fact which she herself felt grateful for. Feeling somewhat frisky from all the attention, Gazelle reached one hoof back to her right cheek and spread it to the side, showing off the compacted gray crater of her anus. Letting go of her cheek, she began to type into the message field of the chat, all while swaying her hips from side to side in a provocative fashion.
Zuburu_22: Dear God, what an ass
Earn_Your_Stripes: Was gonna wait til she started ripping ass, but screw it; got a paw on my dick already.
Sheeps_In_SPAAAACE: I’ve been rubbing my clit since the video started.
Duh-Nuh: Careful you don’t burn yourself out too quickly ;P
Sheeps_In_SPAAAACE: You kidding me? I can usually crank out 3 orgasms before her videos are over, this ain’t nothing.
Snowy_Anchor: 3? Pft, amateur. Try 5.
Sheeps_In_SPAAAACE: Challenge accepted!
Xtra_ToppingZ: God, I want to feel that ass on my face.
Zuburu_22: It’s like a big fat heart under her tail. <3
Smelly_Ms_Thomson: Whew, spreading my cheeks like that kind of pushed me to my limit there. I almost lost control completely.
Snowy_Anchor: Unnnnf
Sheeps_In_SPAAAACE: Do want.
Earn_Your_Stripes: Shower us with your mess, Ms_Thomson!
Knowing she wouldn’t be able to last much longer, Gazelle put one hoof down on the toilet seat and eased her ample cheeks down, the excess girth of her behind spilling over the side of the seat from the force of the plastic pushing up against them. The seat gave her cheeks a slight spread down the middle, urging her asshole to yield the contents it had held back for so long now. Without any reservation, Gazelle took a deep breath and gave a slight push through her rectum, feeling the pocket of foul wind race to leave its confines.
Pluuuuuupprt
“Hoh!” Gazelle accidentally moaned before clasping a hoof to her mouth on reaction. She normally kept herself quiet during these shows, not making even the slightest groan to insure nobody recognized her voice was the same as the one who they heard on the radio and on stage over the years. The immediate relief she felt from letting out such a powerful blast of flatulence, and the intimidating sound it made amplified by the acoustics of the bowl, had made her lose control of herself for a brief moment. It took her several seconds to move her eyes back down to her phone, worried that she might look at the chat and see that someone had recognized her brief vocalizations.
Zuburu_22: Cripes, dat baritone
Xtra_ToppingZ: Think that might have been a 3 on the richter scale, lol
Snowy_Anchor: Welp, that’s one down.
Duh-Nuh: omg, you came already?
Sheeps_In_SPAAAACE: Dangit, I’m behind now! I’m close though, probably another minute or two for me.
Snowy_Anchor: Yeah, that little moan of hers did it for me. Sounded like that felt really good coming out~
Earn_Your_Stripes: I think that’s the first time we’ve heard her voice before. Usually it’s just soft grunts and stuff.
Smelly_Ms_Thomson: Ha ha, whoops! That was a little stronger than I was expecting. And yes, it felt VERY good to let that out all at once. My asshole it still shaking from the force of that, goodness.
Xtra_ToppingZ: Would you like me to lick it to help soothe it, Ms_Thomson?
Earn_Your_Stripes: I think the neighbors might have heard that — the fart, not the moan, I mean.
Following the relief of releasing such a loud and strong fart, Gazelle took solace in the fact that nobody had recognized her moan and connected it to the pop icon of Zootopia. She felt thankful that as attentive as her followers were, none of them were able to deduce her identity by one octave. With her nerves settled, Gazelle’s sphincter reminded her that while she’d experienced some relief from expelling her gas, she was far from completely empty. Keeping her eyes on her phone and watching her butt move as she repositioned herself, Gazelle took another breath and squeezed her stomach together as she exerted more force through her anus.
Feedback Would Really Be Appreciated
Posted 7 years agoFinally done with college, had to struggle through the semester to pass, but it's done, and following some technical issues, I should be getting my degree relatively soon. Woot.
Managed to post that Gumball story-trade thing of mine recently. I'm hoping you all enjoyed it; the reason I say I hope is because I don't know for sure. Which brings me to the main point of this blog post:
I could really use a little more verbal feedback from you guys on the stuff I publish. I know a majority of readers just want to get a quick fap and move on with their night, and I can't help that there are people like that. But here's the thing: I'm not asking for any payment on these stories, I'm doing it for free, not only to give you guys something to enjoy, but also to hone my own writing skills. Yes, even though I'm writing stories focused on scat with this account, I still do take my writing somewhat seriously and want to get better at this skill. It's hard for me to do that if I'm not getting feedback from the people following me, and if I keep uploading stories only to get crickets in the comments section, then it makes it hard for me to feel motivated to keep publishing stuff at all.
I'm not asking for an essay from each person; just a quick sentence about what you liked, what you disliked, stuff you'd like to see me write more or better in the future, whatever. I've got more than 70 people following me, which isn't a lot, but if even half of those people were to leave a sentence in the comments about the story, that'd probably amount to a page worth of feedback that I can use to make better stories. I don't think I'm asking for an arm and a leg when I'm asking for people to take 30 seconds out of their night to type out their thoughts on what they just read... am I?
Anyway, while searching for a job to keep my head above water, I'll be starting a story about Gazelle pretty soon. Looking forward to hearing some feedback on that when it's published in a few months.
Managed to post that Gumball story-trade thing of mine recently. I'm hoping you all enjoyed it; the reason I say I hope is because I don't know for sure. Which brings me to the main point of this blog post:
I could really use a little more verbal feedback from you guys on the stuff I publish. I know a majority of readers just want to get a quick fap and move on with their night, and I can't help that there are people like that. But here's the thing: I'm not asking for any payment on these stories, I'm doing it for free, not only to give you guys something to enjoy, but also to hone my own writing skills. Yes, even though I'm writing stories focused on scat with this account, I still do take my writing somewhat seriously and want to get better at this skill. It's hard for me to do that if I'm not getting feedback from the people following me, and if I keep uploading stories only to get crickets in the comments section, then it makes it hard for me to feel motivated to keep publishing stuff at all.
I'm not asking for an essay from each person; just a quick sentence about what you liked, what you disliked, stuff you'd like to see me write more or better in the future, whatever. I've got more than 70 people following me, which isn't a lot, but if even half of those people were to leave a sentence in the comments about the story, that'd probably amount to a page worth of feedback that I can use to make better stories. I don't think I'm asking for an arm and a leg when I'm asking for people to take 30 seconds out of their night to type out their thoughts on what they just read... am I?
Anyway, while searching for a job to keep my head above water, I'll be starting a story about Gazelle pretty soon. Looking forward to hearing some feedback on that when it's published in a few months.
Next Story Preview
Posted 7 years agoI completely intended to post this within my status update journal yesterday, but because I'm a dunce, it slipped my mind and didn't occur to me until hours after I'd posted it. So for those of you who are interested, here's a look at what's to come around May-ish:
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“Hey Darwin,” Gumball began, as he took a bite of the blackened and seasoned halibut on his plate, “Is it me, or does mom’s cooking taste especially good this time?”
“Oh, I agree!” Darwin responded with gusto, “I mean, it’s always been delicious; but after spending three months eating that bland, unimpressive cafeteria food, it makes me appreciate the taste of home cooked meal.”
“You said it, buddy. Gosh, we sure are lucky to have a mom who loves us enough to really pour her all into her cooking just to make her family happy, aren’t we?”
What had started as joy from hearing her sons compliment her culinary efforts quickly turned into suspicion when she saw them smiling a bit too wide toward her. She knew they weren’t lying about the taste of the food; they’d always eaten it for years without complaint. Something about the way they described it though seemed like they were going out of their way to flatter her, as if they were trying to hide something. It took her a few seconds, but after thinking over what two new college freshman could be hiding after returning from their first semester, she had a hunch as to what they were keeping from her.
“Alright you two, the jig’s up,” Nicole said in an unamused tone, “Let’s see those grades.” The boys smiles quickly melted into horror for a moment as they exchanged nervous glances, before forcing themselves to smile again.
“Uh, but, um, mom…” Gumball began, his ears falling back as a bit of sweat dropped down the side of his head, “Is now really the best time for that? Shouldn’t we be grateful that we’re together again, and take solace in the company of our family without worrying about trivial matters like our grades?”
“I was going to wait until after dinner to bring the subject up, but since you two are trying to butter me up like a biscuit...” Richard looked up from the dinner roll in his paw that he was in the middle of spreading butter onto, before shrugging and returning to his important task, “I think I’ll make a change of plans and see them now.”
“Well, the thing you have to understand is, today’s college demands a lot more of its students than it did say, twenty years ago when you and dad were in college; so with that in mind — .”
“Grades. Now.” Nicole demanded with her brow furrowed in anger.
“... Yes ma’am,” Gumball and Darwin uttered at the same time, before pulling out their smartphones and logging onto their school’s online portal. After a few minutes of nervous typing, both boys reluctantly slid their phones across the table and toward their mother. Barely ten seconds went by before she reacted with a frustrated sigh.
“Both of you barely managed to get a C average?” Nicole asked with a deadpan tone.
“We did our best!” Darwin pleaded.
“Darwin’s right,” Gumball concurred, “I mean, we went to every class, stayed up all night studying, and even went to some tutoring sessions — on weekends!”
“He means they slept through class, stayed up all night playing video games and hung out with friends on weekends.” Anais said, before taking a heaping bite of the mashed potatoes on her plate.
“That sounds about right,” Nicole said, “While we’re on the subject, Anais, I assume your grades were…?”
“Straight A’s; I did get an A minus in biology, but that’s because I didn’t take the final exam and skipped class that day.” Gumball and Darwin stared at their ten year old sister with mouths agape in shock.
“You got an A without even taking the final!?” Gumball asked.
“Yup. Had perfect attendance up until the last day and got perfect scores on all the assignments and tests before the final, so my professor said I didn’t need it. I spent the day contacting some physicist labs for internships. They said they couldn’t hire me yet because of my age, but I was more than welcome to stop by anytime and get to know the staff to get my foot in the door.” Nicole’s gaze turned from her daughter back to her sons, tapping her paw impatiently against the table.
“It’s not our fault Anais is freakishly smart!” Gumball protested, “Seriously, it’s like a mutant power of hers or something!”
“I don’t want to hear excuses, from either of you,” Nicole persisted as her eyes looked between Gumball and Darwin, “I haven’t scraped my way up into management at the Rainbow Factory and pulled to work overtime on multiple nights out of the week to put my three children through college only to have two of them squander their education and eventually flunk out.” Gumball heaved an aggravated sigh in response to his mother’s lecture.
“It’s not like me and Darwin were begging you to put us in college or anything,” he responded with annoyance, adding fuel to the fire of Nicole’s building anger, “You’re the one who told us ‘You ARE going to college once you’re done with high school!’ and we just went with it because we knew we didn’t have a choice.” Nicole’s teeth began to grind as the feeling inside her began to build up even stronger, to the point where she was struggling to hold it back. “Besides, some of the most influential people in the world flunked college, or didn’t even go to begin with! If anything, the fact that me and Darwin are doing terribly in school is a good sign that we might make something of ourselves; it’s Anaise you should be concerned about.”
“Gumball Watterson!” Nicole exclaimed as she stood up from her chair and slammed her paws on the table, “Don’t you DARE take that tone — !”
Pwrrrrp
The dining room went deadly silent following the sudden expulsion that reverberated through the room, the only noise heard being Gumball’s fork clattering against the plate as he dropped it from his mouth. All eyes were on the female cat standing up, frozen in place as her eyes nervously bounced between each family member. A few seconds later, her cheeks turned a bright shade of cherry red as she realized there was no way for her to deny what she’d just done. Despite her best efforts to hold back the after effects of her lunch, her rising temper had made her lose control for a moment, causing her sphincter to flex and let slip a deep bass of a fart that had actually made her behind shake from its power.
“Pfft, ah ha ha ha!” Richard laughed, prompting Darwin and Anaise to do the same, “It looks like your Burrito Bonanza came back to say hello to all of us!”
“Oh man, mom had Burrito Bonanza for lunch?” Darwin asked, “Dad, you might want to sleep with the windows open tonight.”
“Well, I’m glad all of you found that funny,” Nicole muttered, still blushing with her arms crossed. As she stood there with a cross look on her face, she caught a whiff of the puff that had escaped her behind. It wasn’t overpowering, but it was quite pungent, with a tart and acidic smell to it. While the others laughed, she noticed that the only one not chuckling at her embarrassing predicament was Gumball himself, whose gaze remained fixed on her as if he was hypnotized.
Looking at Gumball with confusion, her eyes noticed something down below, and she tilted her gaze down before gasping at what she saw. The center of his jean shorts stood upright along his zipper, like a stiff pole jutting from his crotch. She would have chalked it up to being a weird way the the fabric of his jeans had folded, were it not for the fact that she could see it throbbing slightly. A moment passed, and Gumball’s left leg rose and crossed over his crotch, hiding the bump between his legs. Nicole looked up and saw Gumball facing away from her with a nervous smile on his face, his cheeks turning a lighter shade of red than hers.
Realizing what had just taken place, Nicole quickly sat down without a word to the rest of her family, still chuckling to themselves about how she’d just farted so abruptly. While she still felt ashamed for losing control so suddenly, her mind dwelled on the image of her son’s lower half, and the shaft poking upwards underneath his pants. After a moment, she forced herself to stop thinking about it for now and to try and enjoy the fact that her kids were back home from college, even if things had just become awkward for them so soon.
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“Hey Darwin,” Gumball began, as he took a bite of the blackened and seasoned halibut on his plate, “Is it me, or does mom’s cooking taste especially good this time?”
“Oh, I agree!” Darwin responded with gusto, “I mean, it’s always been delicious; but after spending three months eating that bland, unimpressive cafeteria food, it makes me appreciate the taste of home cooked meal.”
“You said it, buddy. Gosh, we sure are lucky to have a mom who loves us enough to really pour her all into her cooking just to make her family happy, aren’t we?”
What had started as joy from hearing her sons compliment her culinary efforts quickly turned into suspicion when she saw them smiling a bit too wide toward her. She knew they weren’t lying about the taste of the food; they’d always eaten it for years without complaint. Something about the way they described it though seemed like they were going out of their way to flatter her, as if they were trying to hide something. It took her a few seconds, but after thinking over what two new college freshman could be hiding after returning from their first semester, she had a hunch as to what they were keeping from her.
“Alright you two, the jig’s up,” Nicole said in an unamused tone, “Let’s see those grades.” The boys smiles quickly melted into horror for a moment as they exchanged nervous glances, before forcing themselves to smile again.
“Uh, but, um, mom…” Gumball began, his ears falling back as a bit of sweat dropped down the side of his head, “Is now really the best time for that? Shouldn’t we be grateful that we’re together again, and take solace in the company of our family without worrying about trivial matters like our grades?”
“I was going to wait until after dinner to bring the subject up, but since you two are trying to butter me up like a biscuit...” Richard looked up from the dinner roll in his paw that he was in the middle of spreading butter onto, before shrugging and returning to his important task, “I think I’ll make a change of plans and see them now.”
“Well, the thing you have to understand is, today’s college demands a lot more of its students than it did say, twenty years ago when you and dad were in college; so with that in mind — .”
“Grades. Now.” Nicole demanded with her brow furrowed in anger.
“... Yes ma’am,” Gumball and Darwin uttered at the same time, before pulling out their smartphones and logging onto their school’s online portal. After a few minutes of nervous typing, both boys reluctantly slid their phones across the table and toward their mother. Barely ten seconds went by before she reacted with a frustrated sigh.
“Both of you barely managed to get a C average?” Nicole asked with a deadpan tone.
“We did our best!” Darwin pleaded.
“Darwin’s right,” Gumball concurred, “I mean, we went to every class, stayed up all night studying, and even went to some tutoring sessions — on weekends!”
“He means they slept through class, stayed up all night playing video games and hung out with friends on weekends.” Anais said, before taking a heaping bite of the mashed potatoes on her plate.
“That sounds about right,” Nicole said, “While we’re on the subject, Anais, I assume your grades were…?”
“Straight A’s; I did get an A minus in biology, but that’s because I didn’t take the final exam and skipped class that day.” Gumball and Darwin stared at their ten year old sister with mouths agape in shock.
“You got an A without even taking the final!?” Gumball asked.
“Yup. Had perfect attendance up until the last day and got perfect scores on all the assignments and tests before the final, so my professor said I didn’t need it. I spent the day contacting some physicist labs for internships. They said they couldn’t hire me yet because of my age, but I was more than welcome to stop by anytime and get to know the staff to get my foot in the door.” Nicole’s gaze turned from her daughter back to her sons, tapping her paw impatiently against the table.
“It’s not our fault Anais is freakishly smart!” Gumball protested, “Seriously, it’s like a mutant power of hers or something!”
“I don’t want to hear excuses, from either of you,” Nicole persisted as her eyes looked between Gumball and Darwin, “I haven’t scraped my way up into management at the Rainbow Factory and pulled to work overtime on multiple nights out of the week to put my three children through college only to have two of them squander their education and eventually flunk out.” Gumball heaved an aggravated sigh in response to his mother’s lecture.
“It’s not like me and Darwin were begging you to put us in college or anything,” he responded with annoyance, adding fuel to the fire of Nicole’s building anger, “You’re the one who told us ‘You ARE going to college once you’re done with high school!’ and we just went with it because we knew we didn’t have a choice.” Nicole’s teeth began to grind as the feeling inside her began to build up even stronger, to the point where she was struggling to hold it back. “Besides, some of the most influential people in the world flunked college, or didn’t even go to begin with! If anything, the fact that me and Darwin are doing terribly in school is a good sign that we might make something of ourselves; it’s Anaise you should be concerned about.”
“Gumball Watterson!” Nicole exclaimed as she stood up from her chair and slammed her paws on the table, “Don’t you DARE take that tone — !”
Pwrrrrp
The dining room went deadly silent following the sudden expulsion that reverberated through the room, the only noise heard being Gumball’s fork clattering against the plate as he dropped it from his mouth. All eyes were on the female cat standing up, frozen in place as her eyes nervously bounced between each family member. A few seconds later, her cheeks turned a bright shade of cherry red as she realized there was no way for her to deny what she’d just done. Despite her best efforts to hold back the after effects of her lunch, her rising temper had made her lose control for a moment, causing her sphincter to flex and let slip a deep bass of a fart that had actually made her behind shake from its power.
“Pfft, ah ha ha ha!” Richard laughed, prompting Darwin and Anaise to do the same, “It looks like your Burrito Bonanza came back to say hello to all of us!”
“Oh man, mom had Burrito Bonanza for lunch?” Darwin asked, “Dad, you might want to sleep with the windows open tonight.”
“Well, I’m glad all of you found that funny,” Nicole muttered, still blushing with her arms crossed. As she stood there with a cross look on her face, she caught a whiff of the puff that had escaped her behind. It wasn’t overpowering, but it was quite pungent, with a tart and acidic smell to it. While the others laughed, she noticed that the only one not chuckling at her embarrassing predicament was Gumball himself, whose gaze remained fixed on her as if he was hypnotized.
Looking at Gumball with confusion, her eyes noticed something down below, and she tilted her gaze down before gasping at what she saw. The center of his jean shorts stood upright along his zipper, like a stiff pole jutting from his crotch. She would have chalked it up to being a weird way the the fabric of his jeans had folded, were it not for the fact that she could see it throbbing slightly. A moment passed, and Gumball’s left leg rose and crossed over his crotch, hiding the bump between his legs. Nicole looked up and saw Gumball facing away from her with a nervous smile on his face, his cheeks turning a lighter shade of red than hers.
Realizing what had just taken place, Nicole quickly sat down without a word to the rest of her family, still chuckling to themselves about how she’d just farted so abruptly. While she still felt ashamed for losing control so suddenly, her mind dwelled on the image of her son’s lower half, and the shaft poking upwards underneath his pants. After a moment, she forced herself to stop thinking about it for now and to try and enjoy the fact that her kids were back home from college, even if things had just become awkward for them so soon.
Do you guys like Show-Accurate MLP scat porn?
Posted 7 years agoOver the past couple months, I've made great friends with a number of people into the same kink as I, and one of the friends of note is an artist named succubisamus. Not sure how many of you are aware, but a number of years ago, I first started posting scat stories about MLP on fimfiction.net, which were met with relative success (as far as scat stories go mind you). Recently someone pointed out to me that she'd drawn a picture from my first story, Sharing the Throne, in which Princess Celestia and Twilight Sparkle both sit on the toilet at the same time to relieve themselves in the most sensual way. After speaking with her, I learned that she had plans past that; she was going to make an entire folder of MLP-themed scat pics and sell them near the end of April to those who are interested.
Well the day has finally arrived and she's selling the completed pack. For those interested, please send a message to succubisamus (https://derpibooru.org/profiles/succubisamus) and let her know you'd like the pack; she'll tell you how to get it from there.
I've already purchased the folder myself, and I gotta say, this stuff is astounding. If you like show accurate MLP porn and scat, then you're in for a real treat here.
Here's a few pics of hers to show the kind of stuff you'll be getting in the folder:
https://derpibooru.org/1668983?q=ar.....Asuccubi+samus
https://derpibooru.org/1701884?q=ar.....Asuccubi+samus
https://derpibooru.org/1662116?q=ar.....Asuccubi+samus
Well the day has finally arrived and she's selling the completed pack. For those interested, please send a message to succubisamus (https://derpibooru.org/profiles/succubisamus) and let her know you'd like the pack; she'll tell you how to get it from there.
I've already purchased the folder myself, and I gotta say, this stuff is astounding. If you like show accurate MLP porn and scat, then you're in for a real treat here.
Here's a few pics of hers to show the kind of stuff you'll be getting in the folder:
https://derpibooru.org/1668983?q=ar.....Asuccubi+samus
https://derpibooru.org/1701884?q=ar.....Asuccubi+samus
https://derpibooru.org/1662116?q=ar.....Asuccubi+samus
Status Update: I swear I'm doing stuff edition
Posted 7 years agoFor the record, I absolutely hate college. Hate that it takes up so much of my time, hate that the effort it takes to do something I don't enjoy doing drains me emotionally and makes me not want to do what I DO enjoy, hate that despite my hard work I still get bad grades in some courses, just - hate hate hate hate hate. Blugh. Anyway.
Story trade, in which Gumball and his mother get up to some scatty shenanigans, status: first draft completed, going to be giving that a read through later today, probably start making revisions tomorrow. I'll see if I can find someone to proofread it once it's all done, but I might just have to do it by myself this time, IDK. I'd estimate it being completed and published after May 12th, probably when I'm done with finals and everything. Or I might do it beforehand just to get it out of the way, anything could happen.
After that's completed, I do plan on doing one more Zootopia story with Gazelle. Without giving too much away, it's going to explore something of a secret double life she lives, exploring a kink that the public might not take in good strides if they knew about it. Once that's done, I'm probably going to take an extended break from bathroom stories so I can get back to my "tamer" account; it's practically collecting dust by this point. I don't know when I'll come back to this account once I begin that break, but I do have plans with someone else to make an EQG story, so I'll hopefully not be gone for good.
Well, that covers updates on my side. I do have something to talk about in another journal, you can read about here: http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/8702613/
Story trade, in which Gumball and his mother get up to some scatty shenanigans, status: first draft completed, going to be giving that a read through later today, probably start making revisions tomorrow. I'll see if I can find someone to proofread it once it's all done, but I might just have to do it by myself this time, IDK. I'd estimate it being completed and published after May 12th, probably when I'm done with finals and everything. Or I might do it beforehand just to get it out of the way, anything could happen.
After that's completed, I do plan on doing one more Zootopia story with Gazelle. Without giving too much away, it's going to explore something of a secret double life she lives, exploring a kink that the public might not take in good strides if they knew about it. Once that's done, I'm probably going to take an extended break from bathroom stories so I can get back to my "tamer" account; it's practically collecting dust by this point. I don't know when I'll come back to this account once I begin that break, but I do have plans with someone else to make an EQG story, so I'll hopefully not be gone for good.
Well, that covers updates on my side. I do have something to talk about in another journal, you can read about here: http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/8702613/
Seriously, where is the time going
Posted 7 years agoWasn't I supposed to do these once at the end of every month, or every time I published a complete story? Eh, I blame Dragon Ball FighterZ being such a good game school and other obligations getting in the way, because I'm a responsible adult and stuff.
Regardless of excuses, I've been a bad writer (in the terms of not doing it, not in terms of quality -- I hope), which means that instead of starting on my next project, I've been pretty much piddling around and taking more time than I should getting to it. I'm hoping that some of you enjoyed the commission story I released... almost a month ago, but I need to move onto something else before I fade into obscurity.
I've mentioned this before (I think), but the next story I'm going to be working on will take place within The Amazing World of Gumball and focus on (an aged up) Gumball Watterson having some delightfully dirty fun with his mommy. Hopefully some of you don't mind some incest, but if you do-- well, that's more your problem than mine. :)
On a serious note, I have made sure to watch most of the first season to get a good feel for the world and the characters overall. Still, if there's anyone following me that has any experience writing or proofreading (no, RPing doesn't count, I will laugh you all the way around the world if you try to tell me it does) and has seen most of TAWOG, then I'd really appreciate them taking a look over my draft just to make sure everything and everyone more or less resembles what you'd expect from the show-- you know, assuming that the show would ever depict a mother engaging in scat antics with her college-aged son.
I'm not going to even begin to try and guess when this story will be finished, since I'm having to put up with possibly my last semester of school and will definitely have to be seeking a job afterward. Everything's about to go up in the air, so your guess is as good as mine. I'll do my best to try and get a readable draft done in a timely manner for anyone who might like to volunteer their services.
Regardless of excuses, I've been a bad writer (in the terms of not doing it, not in terms of quality -- I hope), which means that instead of starting on my next project, I've been pretty much piddling around and taking more time than I should getting to it. I'm hoping that some of you enjoyed the commission story I released... almost a month ago, but I need to move onto something else before I fade into obscurity.
I've mentioned this before (I think), but the next story I'm going to be working on will take place within The Amazing World of Gumball and focus on (an aged up) Gumball Watterson having some delightfully dirty fun with his mommy. Hopefully some of you don't mind some incest, but if you do-- well, that's more your problem than mine. :)
On a serious note, I have made sure to watch most of the first season to get a good feel for the world and the characters overall. Still, if there's anyone following me that has any experience writing or proofreading (no, RPing doesn't count, I will laugh you all the way around the world if you try to tell me it does) and has seen most of TAWOG, then I'd really appreciate them taking a look over my draft just to make sure everything and everyone more or less resembles what you'd expect from the show-- you know, assuming that the show would ever depict a mother engaging in scat antics with her college-aged son.
I'm not going to even begin to try and guess when this story will be finished, since I'm having to put up with possibly my last semester of school and will definitely have to be seeking a job afterward. Everything's about to go up in the air, so your guess is as good as mine. I'll do my best to try and get a readable draft done in a timely manner for anyone who might like to volunteer their services.
Monthly Update Time: Self-Proofreading is Done
Posted 7 years agoHello ye few who follow me. I kind of like this habit where I make a journal at the end of the month just to keep you guys informed about what I'm doing and where I'm at with the stuff I'm working on. How do you guys feel about this?
Anyway, current story status (as in, the one that's Twilight Sparkle and Spike doing messy things): I recently just reached a point where I've proofread and revised my own story as much as I can, so now I've sent it off to my proofreader. Usually it takes anywhere between 1-2 weeks to get it back with their remarks and suggestions, and that'll take me at least a week to revise after I get it back. So the way it's looking now, I might have it ready around the end of February... right before everyone goes on spring break! :D Honestly I don't know if that's a good thing or bad thing, but that's what it be. And of course, me being me, I tend to say things will come out by a certain date and end up pushing it back more than once, so who knows.
But in the meantime, I figure I'll throw everyone a bone and give a preview as to what's going to take place in the story. The first story I published focused primarily on female scat, and the one after on male scat. This one will give (hopefully) equal attention to both. So, preview time. Enjoy!
“Anyway, did you have a good time with the girls?” Ignoring the tingle building within her loins and the poking between her cheeks, Twilight snapped her attention back to Spike’s face.
“Oh, it was lovely,” Twilight replied, stepping somewhat closer to him now that she had no fear of her dress getting wet, “We stopped by Canterlot Carousel to see Sassy Saddles, and she surprised us all with new dresses for each of us. Afterwards, we were all starving, so we stopped by the Tasty Treat to grab some lunch before the movie started.”
“Tasty Treat, huh?” Spike asked as Twilight began to untie the sash at the back of her waist, and slip her arms through the straps of her dress to reveal the blue bra supporting her b-cup breasts, “The stuff’s really good there, but doesn’t it give you gas?”
“Among other things,” Twilight replied, pushing her dress down her small abs and slim waistline to reveal her solid panties stretched around her hips, matching the color of the bra she wore.
“You busting to take a dump then? You were saying this morning that you wanted to, but didn’t have time since you woke up late.”
“Surprisingly, no, I’m not,” Twilight said, stepping toward her closet to hang up the new dress she’d taken off, “I can feel it in there, but it’s not anywhere near desperate. It’s not like that one time I’d been constipated for two days and then everything inside me suddenly wanted out during Flurryheart’s Braytism. That was a nightmare.”
“Oh man, I remember that,” Spike chuckled, watching Twilight step back in front of him and reach behind her back to unhook the metal clasps of her bra, “I kind of noticed you seemed uncomfortable the whole time, but I never would have guessed that was the issue if you hadn’t told me later.”
“Yeah, I was pretty close to crapping my pants in front of everypony. That would have been hard to live down if the every newspaper in Equestria had caught wind of that event,” Twilight joked, slipping the straps of her bra down her shoulders and tossing it away. Her hands massaged the surface of her soft purple breasts and darker purple nipples to relieve some of the tension they’d carried from so many hours of constraint. “Luckily my bowels have gotten a lot stronger over the years of being a dignitary. Lots of practice holding it in for hours while putting on a brave face for other ponies sake. It’s just something that comes with being a princess; I’d imagine Celestia, Luna and Cadance all have about the same dexterity in the matter, probably more than even I do.”
“So, you’re just gonna hold onto it for a while then?” Spike asked.
“Probably,” Twilight answered, while turned her back to Spike and slid her panties down past her waist. The thin undergarments unveiled the smooth and curvy purple globes above her thighs, a slight jiggle noticeable once her underwear tugged past the outermost curve.
“But there’s something more immediate I need to get rid of first.” Leaning over with bent knees and sticking her rear end out, her tail lifted up to show off some of the dark purple flesh of her anus while Spike leaned forward and looked on with interest. Just a foot away from the dragon sitting below her, Twilight’s face tightened up as she strained just a bit. “Hmmph…”
Plrrrrrrp-pt-pt
The abrupt and deep sound of Twilight’s anus emitting the foul wind stored up in her cheeks rang throughout her room. The force of the gust from her behind was so strong that it blew through the hairs near the end of her tail, and even made the spines on Spikes head sway the slightest bit.
“Holy toledo!” Spike chuckled as Twilight sighed and shook her hips, while her pronounced anus pulled back following her expulsion, “That was huge! I can already smell it from here. What the heck did you eat?” Twilight giggled from Spike’s commentary on the fart she’d just pushed out. While Spike caught whiffs of it from afar, she could smell it even more from up close. It was warm and bittersweet, with a hint of spiciness, just the way food from Tasty Treat tended to make her emissions smell. As her nostrils breathed in the stink of her flatulence, the lips of her pussy began to wink in slow, drawn out pulses.
“Spicy curry with a side of refried beans, and some broccoli soup,” Twilight said with pride, as if bragging about what she’d put in her stomach. Spike emitted an impressed whistle as he waved the invisible fumes around his face, the length of his gray penis standing up and pointed right at the purple rump that had released the smelly wind into the air. .
“Dang, that’s a lot of fuel for your butt. Were you stocking up on purpose?”
“Ehh, maybe,” Twilight admitted, her face turning slightly red, “Wasn’t planning to before we stepped in, but once I looked at the menu and remembered the effect it has on us, I figured I might as well go all out.”
“Nice! So, what are you gonna do in the meantime?” Spike asked. Still looking over her shoulder, Twilight took some keen interest in the rod standing over Spikes balls, seeing it lift just a bit when he knew she had her eyes on it. Tempted as she was, she thought it might be best to wait until what she had cleared out what was resting within her colon.
“I think I’m gonna take your cue and do some reading,” Twilight answered, her horn lighting up with magic as she hovered a collection of pillows from her bed onto the floor on the other side of the wet rug. As she kneeled down and plopped her stomach and chest onto the plush surface, her horn levitated a large box from underneath her bed, containing a collection of small, paperback books.
“Oh-ho-ho,” Spike chuckled as he watched Twilight sort through the number of stories within, “The erotic stuff, huh?”
“Yup!” Twilight responded as she made her selection and shoved the book back under her mattress, “Nothing like letting off some steam after spending a day in a fancy dress in Equestria’s most uppercrust city.”
“I think you already let out some steam right in front of my face,” Spike said with a grin. Twilight stuck her tongue out at him, before turning away to lean over the pillows and read from her book, her purple buttocks and violet tail pointed in the direction of the large dragon behind her.
Finally comfortable in her position on the floor, Twilight’s eyes scanned over the cover of the book she’d selected: A Heart Set Ablaze, an erotic romance story following a male pony who finds companionship in a male dragon much larger than he, and in a strange turn of events, ends up in an emotional and physical relationship with him. The book had initially turned a number of heads upon its release; not so much for its touching on interspecies relationships, as Equestria had seen a fair number of ponies and other sentient species involved with one another. The controversy came from the fact that dragons were known to eat ponies, and much of the population saw writing the story as playing with fire (in a different way than the main pony protagonist had done in the story). Many of them feared that if the dragons to the East were to catch wind of such a story, that it might cause them to respond with violence. Twilight held no fears whatsoever for any such possibilities. Not only did she believe that dragons wouldn’t have any interest in starting a war over a book, but even in the case that they did, she figured most of the dragons in their native land couldn’t read anyway.
Rather than read the story from the beginning, as she’d done more than five times now, Twilight decided to skip ahead several chapters. Past the point where the stallion on his boat had accidentally wound up sailing to the dragon isle and met the one friendly dragon who had no interest in eating him, and past the sequences where the dragon had flown to Equestria in order to seek out the pony he’d saved. The part she’d decided to read at the moment was when the stallion had made his way into the cave the dragon had taken residence in, spending an evening in his company as good friends, despite the rising tension between them as they struggled to comprehend the feelings building inside of them.
On the subject of feelings building inside, the swelling sensation between Twilight’s purple cheeks returned, only with a fraction of the intensity from moments ago. The alicorn carelessly arched her back downward to tilt her rump upward while the dock of her tail lifted away from the tight pink hole, before giving herself a small push through her sphincter.
Hffffff
“Hoo…” Twilight sighed, her tail giving a flick through the air at the end of her airy expulsion. She’d been surprised at how warm the gust had felt exiting her hole, feeling similar to the comfort of sitting near a warm fire during the frigid weather of Hearthswarming.
“Whoa, nice,” Spike commented from several feet behind her, “That was a windy one. Not very loud, but still, pretty powerful.”
“No kidding. Sounded like a deflating cushion, huh?” Twilight’s tail began to flick outward toward Spike, through the invisible fumes of her combustion and pushing it through the air. “Here, don’t let me keep it all to myself. I’m willing to share.” Spike tilted his head up and sniffed the air lightly, before shaking his head and chuckling.
“Yikes! That’s a ripe one!” Spike laughed while waving the air in front of his face, “Oh, hold on, I think I got one of my own.” Letting his comic book rest against his chest again, Spike pulled his legs up so his heels rested against the round and shapely cheeks of his posterios, poking it outward a bit more. With a claw lifting his shaft up, Twilight was given a clear, unobstructed view of the tight gray flesh of his anus, just a shade darker than that of the scales on the underside of his tail. “Nngh…”
Plp-pp
“Aw, boo!” Twilight giggled as a disappointed look came over Spike’s face following the feeble bubble that had slipped out of his hole, “That was weak!”
“It felt bigger…” Spike grumbled, shooting Twilight an exaggerated sneer, “I thought having that leftover hayburger and basket of deep fried gems would have had a bigger effect on my stomach. Guess it’s not as potent as the stuff Saffron makes at Tasty Treat”
“Yes, I’m quite fortunate that Pinkie made such a scene over wanting to go there, instead of the place Rarity wanted to. I probably wouldn’t have had anything worth expelling if that had been the case.”
“No kidding. Rarity’s got good taste in decor, but her dining preferences are a little… oh wait, hold on,” Spike said, before his face tightened up again.
Plrrrrpt
“There we go!” Spike said with a grin, while Twilight’s eyes opened wide toward Spike’s flexing hole, “I knew I had something bigger in there. It was just hiding for a bit.”
“Oh yeah, those are the blasts I’m used to,” Twilight said, the lips of her pussy winking a bit as a drop of wetness seeped out and down the crease in the middle, “The ones that I can hear from another room when you’re just letting them rip.”
“Not that you’d know. I mean, you always seem to be in the same room when I’m playing the butt-trumpet.”
“What can I say? I’ve got an ear for music.”
“Same here. I think yours is more of a french horn though.”
Anyway, current story status (as in, the one that's Twilight Sparkle and Spike doing messy things): I recently just reached a point where I've proofread and revised my own story as much as I can, so now I've sent it off to my proofreader. Usually it takes anywhere between 1-2 weeks to get it back with their remarks and suggestions, and that'll take me at least a week to revise after I get it back. So the way it's looking now, I might have it ready around the end of February... right before everyone goes on spring break! :D Honestly I don't know if that's a good thing or bad thing, but that's what it be. And of course, me being me, I tend to say things will come out by a certain date and end up pushing it back more than once, so who knows.
But in the meantime, I figure I'll throw everyone a bone and give a preview as to what's going to take place in the story. The first story I published focused primarily on female scat, and the one after on male scat. This one will give (hopefully) equal attention to both. So, preview time. Enjoy!
---“Anyway, did you have a good time with the girls?” Ignoring the tingle building within her loins and the poking between her cheeks, Twilight snapped her attention back to Spike’s face.
“Oh, it was lovely,” Twilight replied, stepping somewhat closer to him now that she had no fear of her dress getting wet, “We stopped by Canterlot Carousel to see Sassy Saddles, and she surprised us all with new dresses for each of us. Afterwards, we were all starving, so we stopped by the Tasty Treat to grab some lunch before the movie started.”
“Tasty Treat, huh?” Spike asked as Twilight began to untie the sash at the back of her waist, and slip her arms through the straps of her dress to reveal the blue bra supporting her b-cup breasts, “The stuff’s really good there, but doesn’t it give you gas?”
“Among other things,” Twilight replied, pushing her dress down her small abs and slim waistline to reveal her solid panties stretched around her hips, matching the color of the bra she wore.
“You busting to take a dump then? You were saying this morning that you wanted to, but didn’t have time since you woke up late.”
“Surprisingly, no, I’m not,” Twilight said, stepping toward her closet to hang up the new dress she’d taken off, “I can feel it in there, but it’s not anywhere near desperate. It’s not like that one time I’d been constipated for two days and then everything inside me suddenly wanted out during Flurryheart’s Braytism. That was a nightmare.”
“Oh man, I remember that,” Spike chuckled, watching Twilight step back in front of him and reach behind her back to unhook the metal clasps of her bra, “I kind of noticed you seemed uncomfortable the whole time, but I never would have guessed that was the issue if you hadn’t told me later.”
“Yeah, I was pretty close to crapping my pants in front of everypony. That would have been hard to live down if the every newspaper in Equestria had caught wind of that event,” Twilight joked, slipping the straps of her bra down her shoulders and tossing it away. Her hands massaged the surface of her soft purple breasts and darker purple nipples to relieve some of the tension they’d carried from so many hours of constraint. “Luckily my bowels have gotten a lot stronger over the years of being a dignitary. Lots of practice holding it in for hours while putting on a brave face for other ponies sake. It’s just something that comes with being a princess; I’d imagine Celestia, Luna and Cadance all have about the same dexterity in the matter, probably more than even I do.”
“So, you’re just gonna hold onto it for a while then?” Spike asked.
“Probably,” Twilight answered, while turned her back to Spike and slid her panties down past her waist. The thin undergarments unveiled the smooth and curvy purple globes above her thighs, a slight jiggle noticeable once her underwear tugged past the outermost curve.
“But there’s something more immediate I need to get rid of first.” Leaning over with bent knees and sticking her rear end out, her tail lifted up to show off some of the dark purple flesh of her anus while Spike leaned forward and looked on with interest. Just a foot away from the dragon sitting below her, Twilight’s face tightened up as she strained just a bit. “Hmmph…”
Plrrrrrrp-pt-pt
The abrupt and deep sound of Twilight’s anus emitting the foul wind stored up in her cheeks rang throughout her room. The force of the gust from her behind was so strong that it blew through the hairs near the end of her tail, and even made the spines on Spikes head sway the slightest bit.
“Holy toledo!” Spike chuckled as Twilight sighed and shook her hips, while her pronounced anus pulled back following her expulsion, “That was huge! I can already smell it from here. What the heck did you eat?” Twilight giggled from Spike’s commentary on the fart she’d just pushed out. While Spike caught whiffs of it from afar, she could smell it even more from up close. It was warm and bittersweet, with a hint of spiciness, just the way food from Tasty Treat tended to make her emissions smell. As her nostrils breathed in the stink of her flatulence, the lips of her pussy began to wink in slow, drawn out pulses.
“Spicy curry with a side of refried beans, and some broccoli soup,” Twilight said with pride, as if bragging about what she’d put in her stomach. Spike emitted an impressed whistle as he waved the invisible fumes around his face, the length of his gray penis standing up and pointed right at the purple rump that had released the smelly wind into the air. .
“Dang, that’s a lot of fuel for your butt. Were you stocking up on purpose?”
“Ehh, maybe,” Twilight admitted, her face turning slightly red, “Wasn’t planning to before we stepped in, but once I looked at the menu and remembered the effect it has on us, I figured I might as well go all out.”
“Nice! So, what are you gonna do in the meantime?” Spike asked. Still looking over her shoulder, Twilight took some keen interest in the rod standing over Spikes balls, seeing it lift just a bit when he knew she had her eyes on it. Tempted as she was, she thought it might be best to wait until what she had cleared out what was resting within her colon.
“I think I’m gonna take your cue and do some reading,” Twilight answered, her horn lighting up with magic as she hovered a collection of pillows from her bed onto the floor on the other side of the wet rug. As she kneeled down and plopped her stomach and chest onto the plush surface, her horn levitated a large box from underneath her bed, containing a collection of small, paperback books.
“Oh-ho-ho,” Spike chuckled as he watched Twilight sort through the number of stories within, “The erotic stuff, huh?”
“Yup!” Twilight responded as she made her selection and shoved the book back under her mattress, “Nothing like letting off some steam after spending a day in a fancy dress in Equestria’s most uppercrust city.”
“I think you already let out some steam right in front of my face,” Spike said with a grin. Twilight stuck her tongue out at him, before turning away to lean over the pillows and read from her book, her purple buttocks and violet tail pointed in the direction of the large dragon behind her.
Finally comfortable in her position on the floor, Twilight’s eyes scanned over the cover of the book she’d selected: A Heart Set Ablaze, an erotic romance story following a male pony who finds companionship in a male dragon much larger than he, and in a strange turn of events, ends up in an emotional and physical relationship with him. The book had initially turned a number of heads upon its release; not so much for its touching on interspecies relationships, as Equestria had seen a fair number of ponies and other sentient species involved with one another. The controversy came from the fact that dragons were known to eat ponies, and much of the population saw writing the story as playing with fire (in a different way than the main pony protagonist had done in the story). Many of them feared that if the dragons to the East were to catch wind of such a story, that it might cause them to respond with violence. Twilight held no fears whatsoever for any such possibilities. Not only did she believe that dragons wouldn’t have any interest in starting a war over a book, but even in the case that they did, she figured most of the dragons in their native land couldn’t read anyway.
Rather than read the story from the beginning, as she’d done more than five times now, Twilight decided to skip ahead several chapters. Past the point where the stallion on his boat had accidentally wound up sailing to the dragon isle and met the one friendly dragon who had no interest in eating him, and past the sequences where the dragon had flown to Equestria in order to seek out the pony he’d saved. The part she’d decided to read at the moment was when the stallion had made his way into the cave the dragon had taken residence in, spending an evening in his company as good friends, despite the rising tension between them as they struggled to comprehend the feelings building inside of them.
On the subject of feelings building inside, the swelling sensation between Twilight’s purple cheeks returned, only with a fraction of the intensity from moments ago. The alicorn carelessly arched her back downward to tilt her rump upward while the dock of her tail lifted away from the tight pink hole, before giving herself a small push through her sphincter.
Hffffff
“Hoo…” Twilight sighed, her tail giving a flick through the air at the end of her airy expulsion. She’d been surprised at how warm the gust had felt exiting her hole, feeling similar to the comfort of sitting near a warm fire during the frigid weather of Hearthswarming.
“Whoa, nice,” Spike commented from several feet behind her, “That was a windy one. Not very loud, but still, pretty powerful.”
“No kidding. Sounded like a deflating cushion, huh?” Twilight’s tail began to flick outward toward Spike, through the invisible fumes of her combustion and pushing it through the air. “Here, don’t let me keep it all to myself. I’m willing to share.” Spike tilted his head up and sniffed the air lightly, before shaking his head and chuckling.
“Yikes! That’s a ripe one!” Spike laughed while waving the air in front of his face, “Oh, hold on, I think I got one of my own.” Letting his comic book rest against his chest again, Spike pulled his legs up so his heels rested against the round and shapely cheeks of his posterios, poking it outward a bit more. With a claw lifting his shaft up, Twilight was given a clear, unobstructed view of the tight gray flesh of his anus, just a shade darker than that of the scales on the underside of his tail. “Nngh…”
Plp-pp
“Aw, boo!” Twilight giggled as a disappointed look came over Spike’s face following the feeble bubble that had slipped out of his hole, “That was weak!”
“It felt bigger…” Spike grumbled, shooting Twilight an exaggerated sneer, “I thought having that leftover hayburger and basket of deep fried gems would have had a bigger effect on my stomach. Guess it’s not as potent as the stuff Saffron makes at Tasty Treat”
“Yes, I’m quite fortunate that Pinkie made such a scene over wanting to go there, instead of the place Rarity wanted to. I probably wouldn’t have had anything worth expelling if that had been the case.”
“No kidding. Rarity’s got good taste in decor, but her dining preferences are a little… oh wait, hold on,” Spike said, before his face tightened up again.
Plrrrrpt
“There we go!” Spike said with a grin, while Twilight’s eyes opened wide toward Spike’s flexing hole, “I knew I had something bigger in there. It was just hiding for a bit.”
“Oh yeah, those are the blasts I’m used to,” Twilight said, the lips of her pussy winking a bit as a drop of wetness seeped out and down the crease in the middle, “The ones that I can hear from another room when you’re just letting them rip.”
“Not that you’d know. I mean, you always seem to be in the same room when I’m playing the butt-trumpet.”
“What can I say? I’ve got an ear for music.”
“Same here. I think yours is more of a french horn though.”
That concludes Nick's story: what's next?
Posted 7 years agoHey everyone following me, thank you to all of you who favorited, commented and followed as a result of reading my five-chapter story about Nick Wilde getting caught short at the museum. I've been wanting to write that story since last summer when I found the original written by Thumperump, and it feels so good to finally have it out there in the public.
Now that this is done, let me take a moment to talk about what'll be coming later on: for the past week and a half, while publishing these chapters of Nick's story, I've been working on a story commission for someone who wants to see Twilight Sparkle and Spike from MLP FIM undergo some dirty shenanigans. I know I've never said anything about taking commissions before, and I still don't plan on making that an official thing, but I liked the idea and decided "eh, why not". As of writing this, I've gotten the first draft finished, so now it just needs to go several rounds of editing. I want to say it'll be up around February, but considering how many times I had to push Nick's story back, you all know how good my word is. :^)
After that, there's a story/art trade I've taken on, my half consisting of a certain Gumball Watterson (aged up) doing some dirty things with his delightful mommy Nicole. I've only watched a little bit of Gumball, so once I get the MLP story done I'll be watching a lot of episodes to become more familiar with the characters and setting to make the best story I can out of the source material. I hope both the requesters and the rest of you enjoy this story as much as you've enjoyed the Zootopia stuff I've written so far.
After those are done, I'll definitely want to come back home with some more Zootopia stories. Problem is, I can't decide which one I want to do. I definitely want to make something different from what I've made before, and I have a few ideas, but I'd appreciate some feedback from you guys. So, when I come back to Zootopia, which do you want to see?
-Gazelle
-More Nick
-More Judy
That's all for now. Stay tuned for more updates.
Now that this is done, let me take a moment to talk about what'll be coming later on: for the past week and a half, while publishing these chapters of Nick's story, I've been working on a story commission for someone who wants to see Twilight Sparkle and Spike from MLP FIM undergo some dirty shenanigans. I know I've never said anything about taking commissions before, and I still don't plan on making that an official thing, but I liked the idea and decided "eh, why not". As of writing this, I've gotten the first draft finished, so now it just needs to go several rounds of editing. I want to say it'll be up around February, but considering how many times I had to push Nick's story back, you all know how good my word is. :^)
After that, there's a story/art trade I've taken on, my half consisting of a certain Gumball Watterson (aged up) doing some dirty things with his delightful mommy Nicole. I've only watched a little bit of Gumball, so once I get the MLP story done I'll be watching a lot of episodes to become more familiar with the characters and setting to make the best story I can out of the source material. I hope both the requesters and the rest of you enjoy this story as much as you've enjoyed the Zootopia stuff I've written so far.
After those are done, I'll definitely want to come back home with some more Zootopia stories. Problem is, I can't decide which one I want to do. I definitely want to make something different from what I've made before, and I have a few ideas, but I'd appreciate some feedback from you guys. So, when I come back to Zootopia, which do you want to see?
-Gazelle
-More Nick
-More Judy
That's all for now. Stay tuned for more updates.
Giving a shout out for a talented scat artist
Posted 7 years agoHey guys. Not sure if any of you have heard of an artist by the name of 
thecapedmanlloyd but he's been making awesome scat art of Pokemon, MLP and other awesome creatures for a number of years. Right now he's heading toward some financial trouble, and he could use a number of Patrons to help him keep his head above water.
I know I and a lot of other internet dwellers are broke, but if you could donate what you could per month, that might help him keep making the awesome art he's been making. So do us all a favor and pledge what you can on his Patreon.
https://www.patreon.com/thecapedmanlloyd/posts
And if you can, ask him about a commission as well. Let's do what we can to help one of our own, huh?
thecapedmanlloyd but he's been making awesome scat art of Pokemon, MLP and other awesome creatures for a number of years. Right now he's heading toward some financial trouble, and he could use a number of Patrons to help him keep his head above water. I know I and a lot of other internet dwellers are broke, but if you could donate what you could per month, that might help him keep making the awesome art he's been making. So do us all a favor and pledge what you can on his Patreon.
https://www.patreon.com/thecapedmanlloyd/posts
And if you can, ask him about a commission as well. Let's do what we can to help one of our own, huh?
Progress and Previews!
Posted 7 years agoGood news, everyone! I finally found some time to push through doing my initial edits of my story and send it off to my proofreader. He's already started making some suggestions for revisions, so with the way things are going, I'll be able to start posting chapters after January 1st, once the holiday madness is finally over. Not sure if I'm gonna make it a weekly or bi-weekly thing, but I think I can confidently say that once the first chapter goes up, you won't have to wait too long before seeing the next one follow.
In the meantime, I decided to give you guys one more sneak peek before the story is actually published. This is going to be the last one though, because if I give any more glimpses ahead of time, it risks spoiling the plot. Anyway, enjoy this little excerpt and try to hold on until January. Hope everyone enjoys their holidays and has a great start to the new year (god, we really need a good year for once, don't we?).
“Come on!” Nick pleaded out loud, fully crossing his paws over his groin and squeezing his butt closed with all his might. He wasn’t sure if the cameras that had been taken offline had included the ones in the elevator, but he didn’t care anymore. He could feel himself growing more desperate as the seconds ticked by, the pocket of gas and solid log knocking with fury at his backdoor while the dam of his penis struggled to hold back the torrent of his full bladder.
After what seemed an eternity of sluggish descent, the doors of the elevator opened to the first floor, Nick scurrying his way through before they’d retracted all the way. Practically dancing on his feet, Nick looked both ways to get a sense of where he was. Straight in front of him and a few yards from the front entrance was the circular pit that Bellwether’s goons had knocked he and Judy into more than a year ago. The two had put on the performance of a lifetime in order to trick the corrupt mayor revealing her conspiracy to use the nighthowler serum to start a species war within Zootopia. He remembered running off to the left with Judy, past a few paintings of cave-mammals, as well as life-size figurines of animals on all fours before they’d taken a step toward evolution. If the prehistoric section was to the left, that meant the restrooms had to be on the right.
Nick turned his head and felt overwhelming joy at the black sign on the wall, showing a white outline of a tie on the left, and a dress on the right. A toilet was literally one yard away from him, just when he needed it most. Nick scampered across the hall, practically envisioning himself bursting through a stall door, yanking his pants and underwear down before dropping his red hindquarters onto a porcelain seat, and letting his body do what it needed to do without any reservation.
His joy was cut short when he approached the side of the hall with the tie over the door, seeing the entryway held open by a large wagon lined with cleaning supplies on the side. Near the wagon was a yellow plastic sign almost as big as Nick himself, reading “Closed for Cleaning”.
“No!” Nick muttered under his breath, reclenching his groin and sphincter after he’d teased himself with the idea of imminent relief. To know that he’d been so close to a toilet only to have it denied at the last moment multiplied his urgency more than before. Nick had to lean his head down as he squeezed his paws between his legs, tapping his foot and begging his body not to give up the fight just yet. “Uh, excuse me?” Nick asked, looking over the wagon blocking his path, “How much longer are you gonna be in there?”
“Just started,” a disgruntled female voice called out to him, “Probably gonna be another ten or fifteen minutes.” A soft whine escaped Nick’s throat in response to the woman’s claim. Fifteen minutes? He wasn’t even sure if he had five to spare before his muscles gave out and emptied a mess into his pants from both ends.
“Ah-a-any way you could pause and let me get in there? I promise I won’t take long.”
“Not happening,” she replied, “I’m not gonna spend fifteen minutes in here smelling what you dropped in one of the toilets.”
“Well… what if I just have to pee?” Nick begged, feeling bad for lying, but knowing his options were limited.
“I’m not cleaning a urinal that you literally just used, especially if you pick one that I just got done cleaning.”
“It’s kind of an urgent, ma’am! And this is the only bathroom that works in the whole building!”
“Tough. Either hold it like an adult, or go find a building next door to us that has an open bathroom. Not my problem you waited too long.”
Nick ground his teeth against one another, wanting to yell something back at her, before another twinge of his penis and jab at his butthole told him he couldn’t afford to wait any longer. He sprinted away from the bathroom and into the main hall, bouncing between both his feet as he looked at the front entrance. Though it was only a few yards away, it might as well have been several miles. Nick knew he wouldn’t be able to take more than a few steps out the door and down the stairs before his body surrendered to his impending need.
This can’t be happening! Nick screamed within his mind, knowing he had less than a minute before the timer at both ends of his body hit zero, There’s gotta be another way. Come on, street hustler, think of something!
Looking away from the door, Nick’s eyes fell on the pit he’d noticed before, and thought back to when he and Judy had put on their act of him turning savage and Judy fleeing for her life. He remembered part of his charade was to crawl through the tall grass, hiding the majority of his body as he skulked out and made it seem as if he were about to make a meal out of the rabbit before him.
Nick carefully crept over to the edge of the pit and looked downward. Just as he remembered, there indeed was a patch of grass that appeared tall enough to hide a fox his size. He’d have to crouch and keep his head low, but from where he stood, it seemed like it would provide enough cover. Despite the fact that nobody was there at the time, Nick still felt hesitant about the idea. If anyone happened to look down from the upper floors, or if someone like the cleaning woman walked by and looked in, he’d be a dead man. Another pulse through his loins and his bottom activated something akin a fight or flight mode within his mind: it was either in the fake grass with his pants down, or in his pants themselves.
Fake grass it is, Nick relented, pulling his paws away from his groin for a moment so he could crouch down and lower himself past the edge of the pit. His small size prevented him from being able to touch his feet to the ground from where he hung, so he was forced to let go and drop a few feet onto the ground. Landing on his feet caused the most intense spasm through his body he’d felt in his life, and he had to use every ounce of willpower he had not to let go right where he stood. A few seconds passed, and Nick prevailed yet again for the moment; however, the drop had cut his time from about thirty seconds of holding it to less than ten seconds.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God,” Nick muttered as he sprinted to the grass, taking a few steps in until he reached the back of the patch against the wall of the pit, “This is gonna be a photo finish.” Nick turned himself around and hurriedly unfastened his button before unzipping his fly, followed by a fierce tug of his pants and underwear down...
In the meantime, I decided to give you guys one more sneak peek before the story is actually published. This is going to be the last one though, because if I give any more glimpses ahead of time, it risks spoiling the plot. Anyway, enjoy this little excerpt and try to hold on until January. Hope everyone enjoys their holidays and has a great start to the new year (god, we really need a good year for once, don't we?).
---“Come on!” Nick pleaded out loud, fully crossing his paws over his groin and squeezing his butt closed with all his might. He wasn’t sure if the cameras that had been taken offline had included the ones in the elevator, but he didn’t care anymore. He could feel himself growing more desperate as the seconds ticked by, the pocket of gas and solid log knocking with fury at his backdoor while the dam of his penis struggled to hold back the torrent of his full bladder.
After what seemed an eternity of sluggish descent, the doors of the elevator opened to the first floor, Nick scurrying his way through before they’d retracted all the way. Practically dancing on his feet, Nick looked both ways to get a sense of where he was. Straight in front of him and a few yards from the front entrance was the circular pit that Bellwether’s goons had knocked he and Judy into more than a year ago. The two had put on the performance of a lifetime in order to trick the corrupt mayor revealing her conspiracy to use the nighthowler serum to start a species war within Zootopia. He remembered running off to the left with Judy, past a few paintings of cave-mammals, as well as life-size figurines of animals on all fours before they’d taken a step toward evolution. If the prehistoric section was to the left, that meant the restrooms had to be on the right.
Nick turned his head and felt overwhelming joy at the black sign on the wall, showing a white outline of a tie on the left, and a dress on the right. A toilet was literally one yard away from him, just when he needed it most. Nick scampered across the hall, practically envisioning himself bursting through a stall door, yanking his pants and underwear down before dropping his red hindquarters onto a porcelain seat, and letting his body do what it needed to do without any reservation.
His joy was cut short when he approached the side of the hall with the tie over the door, seeing the entryway held open by a large wagon lined with cleaning supplies on the side. Near the wagon was a yellow plastic sign almost as big as Nick himself, reading “Closed for Cleaning”.
“No!” Nick muttered under his breath, reclenching his groin and sphincter after he’d teased himself with the idea of imminent relief. To know that he’d been so close to a toilet only to have it denied at the last moment multiplied his urgency more than before. Nick had to lean his head down as he squeezed his paws between his legs, tapping his foot and begging his body not to give up the fight just yet. “Uh, excuse me?” Nick asked, looking over the wagon blocking his path, “How much longer are you gonna be in there?”
“Just started,” a disgruntled female voice called out to him, “Probably gonna be another ten or fifteen minutes.” A soft whine escaped Nick’s throat in response to the woman’s claim. Fifteen minutes? He wasn’t even sure if he had five to spare before his muscles gave out and emptied a mess into his pants from both ends.
“Ah-a-any way you could pause and let me get in there? I promise I won’t take long.”
“Not happening,” she replied, “I’m not gonna spend fifteen minutes in here smelling what you dropped in one of the toilets.”
“Well… what if I just have to pee?” Nick begged, feeling bad for lying, but knowing his options were limited.
“I’m not cleaning a urinal that you literally just used, especially if you pick one that I just got done cleaning.”
“It’s kind of an urgent, ma’am! And this is the only bathroom that works in the whole building!”
“Tough. Either hold it like an adult, or go find a building next door to us that has an open bathroom. Not my problem you waited too long.”
Nick ground his teeth against one another, wanting to yell something back at her, before another twinge of his penis and jab at his butthole told him he couldn’t afford to wait any longer. He sprinted away from the bathroom and into the main hall, bouncing between both his feet as he looked at the front entrance. Though it was only a few yards away, it might as well have been several miles. Nick knew he wouldn’t be able to take more than a few steps out the door and down the stairs before his body surrendered to his impending need.
(REDACTED. Wait for the official story to come out. ;D)This can’t be happening! Nick screamed within his mind, knowing he had less than a minute before the timer at both ends of his body hit zero, There’s gotta be another way. Come on, street hustler, think of something!
Looking away from the door, Nick’s eyes fell on the pit he’d noticed before, and thought back to when he and Judy had put on their act of him turning savage and Judy fleeing for her life. He remembered part of his charade was to crawl through the tall grass, hiding the majority of his body as he skulked out and made it seem as if he were about to make a meal out of the rabbit before him.
Nick carefully crept over to the edge of the pit and looked downward. Just as he remembered, there indeed was a patch of grass that appeared tall enough to hide a fox his size. He’d have to crouch and keep his head low, but from where he stood, it seemed like it would provide enough cover. Despite the fact that nobody was there at the time, Nick still felt hesitant about the idea. If anyone happened to look down from the upper floors, or if someone like the cleaning woman walked by and looked in, he’d be a dead man. Another pulse through his loins and his bottom activated something akin a fight or flight mode within his mind: it was either in the fake grass with his pants down, or in his pants themselves.
Fake grass it is, Nick relented, pulling his paws away from his groin for a moment so he could crouch down and lower himself past the edge of the pit. His small size prevented him from being able to touch his feet to the ground from where he hung, so he was forced to let go and drop a few feet onto the ground. Landing on his feet caused the most intense spasm through his body he’d felt in his life, and he had to use every ounce of willpower he had not to let go right where he stood. A few seconds passed, and Nick prevailed yet again for the moment; however, the drop had cut his time from about thirty seconds of holding it to less than ten seconds.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God,” Nick muttered as he sprinted to the grass, taking a few steps in until he reached the back of the patch against the wall of the pit, “This is gonna be a photo finish.” Nick turned himself around and hurriedly unfastened his button before unzipping his fly, followed by a fierce tug of his pants and underwear down...
Oh, this is awkward...
Posted 8 years agoMhm. I hate doing this, but I don't see any other way around it. Nick's poop-desperation story is getting delayed. Again. I am so sorry. I really thought I could get this story done and start posting it by now because I wanted to get it all published before the holidays came along, but it looks like that's not going to be the case.
Chapter 1 of the story is completely done and proofread on my own end (I still wanted my proofreader to take a look at it, but his availability is sort of up in the air at the moment, not sure what's going on with that). I mean, if I took another day, I could just fix the last little things left in chapter 1 up and post it by Sunday, but then I'd have 4 chapters left that would take who knows how long to spruce up before I published them. And I'd hate more than anything to publish chapter 1, then make you guys wait for an unknown amount of time for the rest of it to come out. I'd feel a lot better if I had the story about 90% complete, knowing I only had one chapter left to fix before I started publishing the story overall. That way once the first chapter was posted, you guys could rest assured knowing I'd publish each following chapter on a weekly basis. To me, that seems the most fair to you guys, and I hope you agree.
That said, I did recently upload two commissions that I bought from Praethius over on FurAffinity, which you can check out in my gallery. I've been stoked to get drawings like these from him at such an affordable price and at pretty good quality too. I'm hoping those little pics can tie you guys over for a while. If not and if people really need another appetizer to hang onto for a while, I possibly could be persuaded into posting another "preview" of the story even though it's not 100% complete yet. I'll just have to scour through and see what I can show you guys that isn't too spoilery, but is also tantalizing enough to excite your interests.
So in summation, more delays, very ashamed that I have to do this, but I don't have a choice at the moment. I'll try to have it ready by Early-Mid January if I can help it. Once school and Christmas is over, I should be free of distractions for a few weeks before spring semester starts. College is a bitch. :')
Chapter 1 of the story is completely done and proofread on my own end (I still wanted my proofreader to take a look at it, but his availability is sort of up in the air at the moment, not sure what's going on with that). I mean, if I took another day, I could just fix the last little things left in chapter 1 up and post it by Sunday, but then I'd have 4 chapters left that would take who knows how long to spruce up before I published them. And I'd hate more than anything to publish chapter 1, then make you guys wait for an unknown amount of time for the rest of it to come out. I'd feel a lot better if I had the story about 90% complete, knowing I only had one chapter left to fix before I started publishing the story overall. That way once the first chapter was posted, you guys could rest assured knowing I'd publish each following chapter on a weekly basis. To me, that seems the most fair to you guys, and I hope you agree.
That said, I did recently upload two commissions that I bought from Praethius over on FurAffinity, which you can check out in my gallery. I've been stoked to get drawings like these from him at such an affordable price and at pretty good quality too. I'm hoping those little pics can tie you guys over for a while. If not and if people really need another appetizer to hang onto for a while, I possibly could be persuaded into posting another "preview" of the story even though it's not 100% complete yet. I'll just have to scour through and see what I can show you guys that isn't too spoilery, but is also tantalizing enough to excite your interests.
So in summation, more delays, very ashamed that I have to do this, but I don't have a choice at the moment. I'll try to have it ready by Early-Mid January if I can help it. Once school and Christmas is over, I should be free of distractions for a few weeks before spring semester starts. College is a bitch. :')
Update Time!
Posted 8 years agoLast journal said that I had begun construction on the latest story. Let me clarify what happened:
I pretty much wrote the into to the story, just a few pages to set up the starting point of the plot before moving toward the objective, but then a day later was hit with a storm of newspaper deadlines, composition assignments that required a bunch of tedious readings, and a test AND project for the same class due all one after another (yeah, college sure does like to make things fair for its students, doesn't it?).
Fortunately this week as been less hectic, and I managed to get back to work and keep my rhythm pretty steady. Whereas I'd stopped at page 3 before getting hit with so much schoolwork, this week has allowed me to crank out a whopping twenty pages! As of typing this, I'm just a few paragraphs away from completing the first draft of the first chapter. Now let me clarify what that means by explaining my writing process:
1) Write out the ENTIRE STORY from the first to the final chapter, just to get the whole thing out and done with (considering that this is probably going to be a 3-4 chapter story, that's not too much of an ordeal)
2) Go back and fix errors that I know I made while typing the story out (I use Google Docs, so I can easily put notes on things that I know aren't great with the knowledge that I can find the note and fix it later).
3) Read through the whole story myself and find as many errors as I can, making notes on all of them.
4) Fix as many new errors as I can by myself.
5) Pass it off to a proofreader, have them read it and find errors that I missed myself
6) Fix those errors
After that, the story is complete and ready to be published. Once I get one chapter all spruced up and polished, I'll be sure to post that one, with the hopes that the next one will be ready within a week of the previous posting. The rate it's going now, you can probably expect this story to be published either at the end of November or the beginning of December.
In the meantime, I don't want to leave you guys too thirsty for something, so here, have an excerpt from the first chapter so you know what's coming (be advised that since this is still the first draft, there's a good chance some of the wording and dialogue will change)
Judy reached the front doors of the museum first, tugging on the knobs only to find it locked. She cupped her paws over her eyes to stare into the glass doors, Nick doing the same. From what the both of them could see, there weren’t any employees present to let them in. Judy tapped the glass a few times before giving up and reaching for her walkie.
“Dispatch, this is Z-240; can you contact Bogo and have him tell the curator we’re outside, over?” she asked.
“Roger that, he’ll have you in about four minutes from now, over,” the feminine voice of Benjamin Clawhauser responded.
“10-4, over and out.” Leaning against the glass, Judy holstered her walkie and leaned her head back against the glass door. “You ever been to this place before, Nick?” Judy asked, as the fox took her cue and pressed his back against the door.
“I have actually,” Nick replied, “I came here after a ride on the subway, with some redneck hick. Can’t remember her name though, because I ended up getting in a fight with some sheep.”
“Hoh, so funny,” Judy said with a smirk, “I meant aside from when we got cornered by Bellwether and knocked into the pit.”
“Yeah, once or twice as a kid. Mom took me when I was really little, and I had fun seeing all the dinosaur skeletons. Then I went again on a class field trip in grade school. Wasn’t really that into it.”
“We should go again some time,” Judy suggested, “You know, explore the place when we’re not being chased down by corrupt politicians?” Nick opened his mouth to respond, before his eyebrows lifted and his jaw remained frozen in place. “Whoa,Nick, if you don’t want to go, that’s fine. It was just a suggestion.”
“No-no, it’s not that, Judy, it’s…” Nick trailed off, his ears lowering just slightly.
“Oh… that?” Judy said, nodding her head downward toward his stomach.
… Yeah,” Nick said with hesitance, “That.” While Judy was correct in guessing where the problem resided, it was a different problem than what had plagued him for the past few days. The stabbing pain he’d felt had subsided, only to be replaced by a soft swelling in his sphincter. While he’d tried numerous times to push out solid matter on the porcelain throne, his efforts had proven that his flatulence certainly hadn’t gone anywhere. He considered giving his sphincter a push to relieve some of the pressure, but wasn’t sure if he trusted the stairs he sat upon, in case they caused the noise to reverberate his gas to an embarrassing volume. Flexing his lower muscles, he willed his sphincter to pull back and stow the pocket of building gas away for the moment.
“I know it’s not that big of a deal to you,” Judy said in a hushed tone, “But if you reach day four without any improvement, you might want to schedule a doctor’s appointment.”
“I will,” Nick replied, “It’s not like I’m enjoying being blocked up, you know?”
With an understanding nod, Judy turned her head to see a pig in a drabby uniform unlocking the doors from the other side.The two stood to their feet as the doors opened, the pig tipping his hat to the both of them.
“Hey there, officers,” the swine greeted them, extending his hoof to shake their paws, “You guys here about the break in?”
“That’d be us,” Nick replied, clenching his butt cheeks together as he felt the building need to fart return.
“Curator’s on the third floor, in the Zootopian Renaissance section. Once you go up the elevator, take a left and it’s the first corridor on the right.”
“Wonderful, thank you so much,” Judy replied as they left, the pig tipping his hat to them before relocking the doors. Nick’s jaw clenched somewhat tightly as they moved toward the elevator, his mind racing to think of a way to release some of the pressure before entering the elevator without letting Judy know. His anxiousness made it hard to think, and before he could come up with a believable excuse, Judy had pressed the elevator button and the silver doors had opened. Nick reluctantly followed Judy inside, feeling the pressure increase exponentially once the doors closed.
Okay, just be really really careful, Nick thought to himself as the elevator slowly crawled lifted them upward, letting his tail lift at a slow pace, Don’t even push, just let it ease out on its own. Nick breathed in through his nose, concentrating as hard as he could and letting his anal muscles relax from the mounting pressure behind the orifice under his tail.
Praaaaaapt-pluup
Nick eyes widened and his ears fell back in shock from the explosive blast from his rear. He’d meant to gently let it slip out in silence, but his sphincter had gotten carried away with the idea of relaxation and had followed through more than he’d wanted. It had been so powerful that it had made his red buttcheeks vibrate underneath his pants. He knew that Judy had heard it; she’d have to have been deaf not to hear such a thing, and even then she might have been able to feel the sudden vibration. On reaction, Nick took a breath through his nose, and caught a powerful whiff of the gas he’d released from his behind. He pulled his lips in when the sharp acidic stench entered his nose. He’d ripped some robust farts in his life, but this particular one was more powerful than any he could remember. He prayed that through some miracle, Judy wouldn’t have to smell what he’d just unleashed; that somehow he could keep his gaseous shame in a self-contained bubble away from her.
“... Ack-kaff-kaff --augh!” Judy coughed as she turned her head away from Nick, making his innards twist as his embarrassment squeezed him tight, “Oh my God, Nick!” Judy exclaimed through the collar of her shirt pulled over her nose and mouth.
“I’m sorry, Judy,” Nick said shamefully, futilely waving his right paw behind his butt to fan away the invisible fumes lingering around him, “I didn’t think it was gonna be that bad.” Nick looked in desperation to the floor screen, showing to his dismay they’d only just reached the second floor.
“I know you didn’t do it on purpose, but — ugh!” Judy gagged, “Usually your farts aren’t this bad!”
“That bad?” Nick asked, “How often are you able to smell them?”
“All the time! That’s what happens when you drink that much coffee. I just don’t say anything about it because they’re somewhat bearable. I was gonna say anything about this one either, but just — ugh, what even makes that smell?”
“I don’t know!” Nick exclaimed, internally begging for the door to open once they’d reached the third floor. It felt like an eternity, but the silver doors at last opened, and Judy sprinted out in the blink of an eye. She lowered her shirt collar and inhaled the uncontaminated air outside the elevator, before coughing for several more seconds. “Judy, I’m really sorry.”
“It’s fine, Nick,” Judy said, putting her paw up to him, “I’m not mad at you, just… holy toledo, that was a bad one.”
“Yeah. It was. Don’t know where it came from.” Judy shot her eyes up at him, before directing them down to his lower half and then back up to him. “Shut up. I’m embarrassed enough as it is, alright?”
“I don’t blame you. I would be too, if I let a blast like that one slip.” Still waving her paw in front of her nose, Judy began to walk down the left side of the hallway with Nick behind her, until they reached a corridor on their right.
I pretty much wrote the into to the story, just a few pages to set up the starting point of the plot before moving toward the objective, but then a day later was hit with a storm of newspaper deadlines, composition assignments that required a bunch of tedious readings, and a test AND project for the same class due all one after another (yeah, college sure does like to make things fair for its students, doesn't it?).
Fortunately this week as been less hectic, and I managed to get back to work and keep my rhythm pretty steady. Whereas I'd stopped at page 3 before getting hit with so much schoolwork, this week has allowed me to crank out a whopping twenty pages! As of typing this, I'm just a few paragraphs away from completing the first draft of the first chapter. Now let me clarify what that means by explaining my writing process:
1) Write out the ENTIRE STORY from the first to the final chapter, just to get the whole thing out and done with (considering that this is probably going to be a 3-4 chapter story, that's not too much of an ordeal)
2) Go back and fix errors that I know I made while typing the story out (I use Google Docs, so I can easily put notes on things that I know aren't great with the knowledge that I can find the note and fix it later).
3) Read through the whole story myself and find as many errors as I can, making notes on all of them.
4) Fix as many new errors as I can by myself.
5) Pass it off to a proofreader, have them read it and find errors that I missed myself
6) Fix those errors
After that, the story is complete and ready to be published. Once I get one chapter all spruced up and polished, I'll be sure to post that one, with the hopes that the next one will be ready within a week of the previous posting. The rate it's going now, you can probably expect this story to be published either at the end of November or the beginning of December.
In the meantime, I don't want to leave you guys too thirsty for something, so here, have an excerpt from the first chapter so you know what's coming (be advised that since this is still the first draft, there's a good chance some of the wording and dialogue will change)
____________________________Judy reached the front doors of the museum first, tugging on the knobs only to find it locked. She cupped her paws over her eyes to stare into the glass doors, Nick doing the same. From what the both of them could see, there weren’t any employees present to let them in. Judy tapped the glass a few times before giving up and reaching for her walkie.
“Dispatch, this is Z-240; can you contact Bogo and have him tell the curator we’re outside, over?” she asked.
“Roger that, he’ll have you in about four minutes from now, over,” the feminine voice of Benjamin Clawhauser responded.
“10-4, over and out.” Leaning against the glass, Judy holstered her walkie and leaned her head back against the glass door. “You ever been to this place before, Nick?” Judy asked, as the fox took her cue and pressed his back against the door.
“I have actually,” Nick replied, “I came here after a ride on the subway, with some redneck hick. Can’t remember her name though, because I ended up getting in a fight with some sheep.”
“Hoh, so funny,” Judy said with a smirk, “I meant aside from when we got cornered by Bellwether and knocked into the pit.”
“Yeah, once or twice as a kid. Mom took me when I was really little, and I had fun seeing all the dinosaur skeletons. Then I went again on a class field trip in grade school. Wasn’t really that into it.”
“We should go again some time,” Judy suggested, “You know, explore the place when we’re not being chased down by corrupt politicians?” Nick opened his mouth to respond, before his eyebrows lifted and his jaw remained frozen in place. “Whoa,Nick, if you don’t want to go, that’s fine. It was just a suggestion.”
“No-no, it’s not that, Judy, it’s…” Nick trailed off, his ears lowering just slightly.
“Oh… that?” Judy said, nodding her head downward toward his stomach.
… Yeah,” Nick said with hesitance, “That.” While Judy was correct in guessing where the problem resided, it was a different problem than what had plagued him for the past few days. The stabbing pain he’d felt had subsided, only to be replaced by a soft swelling in his sphincter. While he’d tried numerous times to push out solid matter on the porcelain throne, his efforts had proven that his flatulence certainly hadn’t gone anywhere. He considered giving his sphincter a push to relieve some of the pressure, but wasn’t sure if he trusted the stairs he sat upon, in case they caused the noise to reverberate his gas to an embarrassing volume. Flexing his lower muscles, he willed his sphincter to pull back and stow the pocket of building gas away for the moment.
“I know it’s not that big of a deal to you,” Judy said in a hushed tone, “But if you reach day four without any improvement, you might want to schedule a doctor’s appointment.”
“I will,” Nick replied, “It’s not like I’m enjoying being blocked up, you know?”
With an understanding nod, Judy turned her head to see a pig in a drabby uniform unlocking the doors from the other side.The two stood to their feet as the doors opened, the pig tipping his hat to the both of them.
“Hey there, officers,” the swine greeted them, extending his hoof to shake their paws, “You guys here about the break in?”
“That’d be us,” Nick replied, clenching his butt cheeks together as he felt the building need to fart return.
“Curator’s on the third floor, in the Zootopian Renaissance section. Once you go up the elevator, take a left and it’s the first corridor on the right.”
“Wonderful, thank you so much,” Judy replied as they left, the pig tipping his hat to them before relocking the doors. Nick’s jaw clenched somewhat tightly as they moved toward the elevator, his mind racing to think of a way to release some of the pressure before entering the elevator without letting Judy know. His anxiousness made it hard to think, and before he could come up with a believable excuse, Judy had pressed the elevator button and the silver doors had opened. Nick reluctantly followed Judy inside, feeling the pressure increase exponentially once the doors closed.
Okay, just be really really careful, Nick thought to himself as the elevator slowly crawled lifted them upward, letting his tail lift at a slow pace, Don’t even push, just let it ease out on its own. Nick breathed in through his nose, concentrating as hard as he could and letting his anal muscles relax from the mounting pressure behind the orifice under his tail.
Praaaaaapt-pluup
Nick eyes widened and his ears fell back in shock from the explosive blast from his rear. He’d meant to gently let it slip out in silence, but his sphincter had gotten carried away with the idea of relaxation and had followed through more than he’d wanted. It had been so powerful that it had made his red buttcheeks vibrate underneath his pants. He knew that Judy had heard it; she’d have to have been deaf not to hear such a thing, and even then she might have been able to feel the sudden vibration. On reaction, Nick took a breath through his nose, and caught a powerful whiff of the gas he’d released from his behind. He pulled his lips in when the sharp acidic stench entered his nose. He’d ripped some robust farts in his life, but this particular one was more powerful than any he could remember. He prayed that through some miracle, Judy wouldn’t have to smell what he’d just unleashed; that somehow he could keep his gaseous shame in a self-contained bubble away from her.
“... Ack-kaff-kaff --augh!” Judy coughed as she turned her head away from Nick, making his innards twist as his embarrassment squeezed him tight, “Oh my God, Nick!” Judy exclaimed through the collar of her shirt pulled over her nose and mouth.
“I’m sorry, Judy,” Nick said shamefully, futilely waving his right paw behind his butt to fan away the invisible fumes lingering around him, “I didn’t think it was gonna be that bad.” Nick looked in desperation to the floor screen, showing to his dismay they’d only just reached the second floor.
“I know you didn’t do it on purpose, but — ugh!” Judy gagged, “Usually your farts aren’t this bad!”
“That bad?” Nick asked, “How often are you able to smell them?”
“All the time! That’s what happens when you drink that much coffee. I just don’t say anything about it because they’re somewhat bearable. I was gonna say anything about this one either, but just — ugh, what even makes that smell?”
“I don’t know!” Nick exclaimed, internally begging for the door to open once they’d reached the third floor. It felt like an eternity, but the silver doors at last opened, and Judy sprinted out in the blink of an eye. She lowered her shirt collar and inhaled the uncontaminated air outside the elevator, before coughing for several more seconds. “Judy, I’m really sorry.”
“It’s fine, Nick,” Judy said, putting her paw up to him, “I’m not mad at you, just… holy toledo, that was a bad one.”
“Yeah. It was. Don’t know where it came from.” Judy shot her eyes up at him, before directing them down to his lower half and then back up to him. “Shut up. I’m embarrassed enough as it is, alright?”
“I don’t blame you. I would be too, if I let a blast like that one slip.” Still waving her paw in front of her nose, Judy began to walk down the left side of the hallway with Nick behind her, until they reached a corridor on their right.
Before anyone starts thinking I'm dead...
Posted 8 years agoYeah, it's been a little more than a month since I published my first story up here, and I know from experience that if I publish anything after this, I start getting the comments that say stuff like "oh wow, I thought you were dead" or whatever. I know they're not meant to be malicious or anything, but they're annoying all the same.
I know artists try to put something out on a daily or weekly basis, and that's great, because a high quality drawing can actually take one or a few days to make, so that's understandable. And I know there's a number of fanfic writers who like to churn out stories at a similar frequency, and that's good... for them. Which is my way of saying I don't really like that.
I mean, I guess if you're God's gift to fanfic readers and you've can just drop fanfic perfection in record breaking time, that's awesome. But from what I've read of people who post content that frequently... they're not that. At all.
I'm the kind of person who realizes that you can't throw a seed in some dirt, and then wake up the next morning to find a beautiful tree has grown overnight. It takes patience, care, and a lot of time. That being said, if I want to get these stories out to you guys and have them actually be something worth reading, then I'm gonna have to take some time to write it out and really evaluate if I've written the best thing I'm capable of writing.
Now then, you all might be happy to know that I've finally begun construction on a new Zootopia scat story, this time focusing on Nick and some intense desperation on his part. No, it will not be a rehash of my last story with Nick in Judy's place, the circumstances will be different, and it'll have a different outcome as well. So, hopefully those following me aren't opposed to male scat, but those who are... oh well.
I think with my writing rate for multi-chapter stories (I think this one might end up being about 3 chapters) it's probably going to take a month, or longer since I'm also juggling college classes, I'm gonna make it a goal to try and publish it before Thanksgiving, because holidays seem to be a bad time to post anything (everyone's usually busy doing holiday stuff and all).
There you go, there's my update on stuff. Thanks for your patience everyone.
I know artists try to put something out on a daily or weekly basis, and that's great, because a high quality drawing can actually take one or a few days to make, so that's understandable. And I know there's a number of fanfic writers who like to churn out stories at a similar frequency, and that's good... for them. Which is my way of saying I don't really like that.
I mean, I guess if you're God's gift to fanfic readers and you've can just drop fanfic perfection in record breaking time, that's awesome. But from what I've read of people who post content that frequently... they're not that. At all.
I'm the kind of person who realizes that you can't throw a seed in some dirt, and then wake up the next morning to find a beautiful tree has grown overnight. It takes patience, care, and a lot of time. That being said, if I want to get these stories out to you guys and have them actually be something worth reading, then I'm gonna have to take some time to write it out and really evaluate if I've written the best thing I'm capable of writing.
Now then, you all might be happy to know that I've finally begun construction on a new Zootopia scat story, this time focusing on Nick and some intense desperation on his part. No, it will not be a rehash of my last story with Nick in Judy's place, the circumstances will be different, and it'll have a different outcome as well. So, hopefully those following me aren't opposed to male scat, but those who are... oh well.
I think with my writing rate for multi-chapter stories (I think this one might end up being about 3 chapters) it's probably going to take a month, or longer since I'm also juggling college classes, I'm gonna make it a goal to try and publish it before Thanksgiving, because holidays seem to be a bad time to post anything (everyone's usually busy doing holiday stuff and all).
There you go, there's my update on stuff. Thanks for your patience everyone.
Welcome to the (softcore) filth
Posted 8 years agoHello new watchers. Now that I've published both parts of my first Zootopia scat story, I felt like it might be appropriate to give a short introduction to myself and what I plan to do with this new account of mine.
I've been writing fanfiction since about 2012 through another main account (the name of which I'd rather not disclose, just because I don't want to alienate my readers who might frown upon this particular kink of mine), and without sounding too egotistical, I feel like I've been improving my craft over the years with each story I publish. It wasn't until a few years ago that I decided to start writing scat stories for the series I was infatuated with at the time (again, not listing the pen name I used or the series just to give people less things to piece together). One comment that I received from multiple readers was different versions of "you know, I'm not really into the scat kink myself, but this is actually pretty well-written". And that's what I'd like to keep doing here; writing well-written stories that just so happen to have a central focus on the scat kink.
I've had this particular kink since about my freshman year in high school. You get old enough to know how to look for porn under your parents radar, you stumble across some sites by accident, and before you know it you're pleasuring yourself to videos of beautiful women taking dumps as big as their arms and wondering why the hell you find it so arousing. I do have my own hunches on why it's a draw for me and others, which funnily enough I touched on a little bit in Steaming Pile of Affection, so there's that.
Speaking of which, it goes without saying that the current series I'm fixated on is Zootopia, more specifically, on the shipping of Nick and Judy. The first story I just published focused on Judy being the one to unload what her intestines were brewing, but next story I publish will have Nick take that role on for a change. Attractive as I find Judy, Nicky's my main squeeze, and I can't wait to write about him expelling some dark matter from the portal between his cheeks (wow, that was a terrible innuendo- sorry, I'm only half-focusing on this right now).
I don't know what other characters I'd want to depict with this kink, possibly Gazelle if I can think of a good story, maybe those tiger-strippers of hers, or that pretty news anchor for the ZNN. I honestly don't have that many story idea sketched out for this kink except for a few involving Nick, so I'll just have to see if anything pops into my head or if I can sit down and really plan something out. We'll see what happens.
Whatever stories I do decide to make, I do want to emphasize that I plan to keep things relatively softcore (as softcore as this particular kink can get, mind you), and I also plan to put an effort into making them well-written stories with believable character emotions and dialogue, without making it seem like it's made to be pure depraved fetish-fuel. It's no secret that the scat kink is (in my opinion, unfairly) despised by the majority of the internet, and I want to use these stories as a way to depict the kink in a way that makes those who enjoy it seem like they have something resembling sanity about them. Despite a very different kink that some might be grossed out by, we're all still human and I think it's only fair that we be treated as such by others, and depicted as such in these types of stories.
So there you have it. Guess this kind of counts as my "mission statement" in a way, and also gives you a brief glimpse of what's to come. I'd also like to add that as much as I appreciate faves and watches (I seriously do), I even more appreciate written out comments telling me what you liked and what you think I need improvement on. Despite the kink I'm writing for, I still take the writing craft seriously and I'm always looking to improve on my shortcomings so I can make the next story that much better. With all that out of the way, I want to thank everyone for watching my account, and joining me for this ride I'm going on.
I've been writing fanfiction since about 2012 through another main account (the name of which I'd rather not disclose, just because I don't want to alienate my readers who might frown upon this particular kink of mine), and without sounding too egotistical, I feel like I've been improving my craft over the years with each story I publish. It wasn't until a few years ago that I decided to start writing scat stories for the series I was infatuated with at the time (again, not listing the pen name I used or the series just to give people less things to piece together). One comment that I received from multiple readers was different versions of "you know, I'm not really into the scat kink myself, but this is actually pretty well-written". And that's what I'd like to keep doing here; writing well-written stories that just so happen to have a central focus on the scat kink.
I've had this particular kink since about my freshman year in high school. You get old enough to know how to look for porn under your parents radar, you stumble across some sites by accident, and before you know it you're pleasuring yourself to videos of beautiful women taking dumps as big as their arms and wondering why the hell you find it so arousing. I do have my own hunches on why it's a draw for me and others, which funnily enough I touched on a little bit in Steaming Pile of Affection, so there's that.
Speaking of which, it goes without saying that the current series I'm fixated on is Zootopia, more specifically, on the shipping of Nick and Judy. The first story I just published focused on Judy being the one to unload what her intestines were brewing, but next story I publish will have Nick take that role on for a change. Attractive as I find Judy, Nicky's my main squeeze, and I can't wait to write about him expelling some dark matter from the portal between his cheeks (wow, that was a terrible innuendo- sorry, I'm only half-focusing on this right now).
I don't know what other characters I'd want to depict with this kink, possibly Gazelle if I can think of a good story, maybe those tiger-strippers of hers, or that pretty news anchor for the ZNN. I honestly don't have that many story idea sketched out for this kink except for a few involving Nick, so I'll just have to see if anything pops into my head or if I can sit down and really plan something out. We'll see what happens.
Whatever stories I do decide to make, I do want to emphasize that I plan to keep things relatively softcore (as softcore as this particular kink can get, mind you), and I also plan to put an effort into making them well-written stories with believable character emotions and dialogue, without making it seem like it's made to be pure depraved fetish-fuel. It's no secret that the scat kink is (in my opinion, unfairly) despised by the majority of the internet, and I want to use these stories as a way to depict the kink in a way that makes those who enjoy it seem like they have something resembling sanity about them. Despite a very different kink that some might be grossed out by, we're all still human and I think it's only fair that we be treated as such by others, and depicted as such in these types of stories.
So there you have it. Guess this kind of counts as my "mission statement" in a way, and also gives you a brief glimpse of what's to come. I'd also like to add that as much as I appreciate faves and watches (I seriously do), I even more appreciate written out comments telling me what you liked and what you think I need improvement on. Despite the kink I'm writing for, I still take the writing craft seriously and I'm always looking to improve on my shortcomings so I can make the next story that much better. With all that out of the way, I want to thank everyone for watching my account, and joining me for this ride I'm going on.
