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  1. Sonador

    On Travelling Light - Chapter 1

    Eventually. I'm working on starting another story right now, then likely another chapter of this.
  2. Sonador

    What do you drive?

    Sketchover of myself and my ride.
  3. If you broader rebuttal to my argument of "children are generally not sexual and adults should not engage in sexual encounters with minors" is to propose that children are capable of sexual exploration and adults can be immature, I'm really not sure what to tell you beyond that I'm not open to such criticism. If not, I'm not entirely sure what your point is in the context of my statement.
  4. IT'S TIME TO GET BLASTED AND WRITE SOME SMUT

  5. Furries and anthropomorphic characters create enough of a suspension of disbelief for your gender preferences to suspend, allowing you to be aroused by sexual content anywhere on the spectrum, it's pretty normal - so long as furries are your thing. Before I became aware of my own sexuality, I was the same way, only attracted to real women, but deeply into all kinds of furry art. It's an interesting medium for sure.
  6. People seem to be conflating "minors" with "children." Here in the real world, consensual, sexual things happen between people who are not not of legal age, because that's biology. Children don't. When you're 8 years old butts and ding dongs are gross and do gross things and you are blissfully ignorant of anything involving sex or sexuality. Time, however, marches on. Your hormones and sexual development do not obey the law. In art, this concept is explored frequently, both in fiction and nonfiction. The "loss of innocence" is an incredible driving force and subject in many works of artistic fiction. But something else happens as we get older as well. We get wiser. You see, the 12 year olds that sneak porn on the internet when the parents are out shopping, or the 15 year olds that sneak off into the creek to check out each others' bodies away from the eyes of the camp counselors are in a different phase of life than we are. They are young, inexperienced, and not capable of being aware of or resisting the capabilities, physically or mentally, of a grown and fully developed adult. Furthermore, adults occasionally knowingly and willingly disregard this and even exploit it - an act that can leave young adolescents mentally and physically damaged for the rest of their lives. These encounters are what the law seeks to prevent. And, correct me if I'm wrong, the types of encounters this site hopes to prevent, while respecting the broad definitions of law that cause this. But let's dial back a bit and focus in on the argument of fiction involving minors - I think what people are really missing in this context is the working point: minors get into sexual situations, when they're old enough to do so, and with each other, not adults. I don't mind those stories, I've written a couple myself when I was younger based on my own experiences, but never published them. I don't mind retelling encounters I've had as an adolescent. I occasionally consume stories others have written for a sexual purpose, all of which have been to relive my younger years. But never in a million years will I ever place myself in a position to have a sexual encounter with a minor in person, read a story about such an encounter, or enjoy any kind of sexual content about children. Ever. I'm sure there are many, many people like me here. I think they are just as mentally sound and safe in society as I am. There are some people who have, to avoid getting vitriolic and to put it diplomatically lightly, been disingenuous, ignorant, and egregiously outspoken on both sides of this argument. I would greatly appreciate it if they could give it a rest, or even better, at large, acknowledge the reasonable and prudent position in these arguments, acknowledge the site's policy isn't meant to intrude on that content (specifically, stories involving consenting adolescents in a sexual encounter, fetish or otherwise) as the law does not prohibit said content and they are under no legal obligation to remove it. Drawing, CG, videos, all else is open for debate until the cows come home, but the law is clear - it's a no go. I have no strong opinions on this matter save for a baseline based on my own opinion: I think the people that consume sexual content of children need to seek professional help. I do not mean it antagonistically, I mean it genuinely. If you can only ever get off to children, I highly encourage you to seek help to move on to more healthy sexual habits. I personally do not, but won't look down on people for consuming art - not photos - of adolescents in the same light. Draw a page from how the world really works. Know who you are in that scheme. Adjust your opinions and actions accordingly. And for the love of god, move on already. That's all.
  7. Speaking as a formerly straight male who just recently had his one-year anniversary with his boyfriend, do you mean males that are not non-heterosexual, or do you mean males that do not support, agree with, or ally to the LGBT identity? There's an important distinction. If you mean the former, generally, fear not - even when I didn't think I could love another man I openly supported and and was quite comfortable with LGBT individuals. The only ones I had trouble with understanding or accepting initally were trans individuals, but that was over 10 years ago now and only because I had grown up sheltered and had genuinely been ignorant of their existence to begin with, all it took was meeting a few online that were good people to come to understand them. If you mean the latter, I can understand your discomfort, but do take comfort in the fact that both their opinions cannot hurt you and that any kind of harassment is not tolerated here. If one is targeting you, a friend, or anyone else on LGBT grounds, contact the staff by reporting their post.
  8. Sonador

    On Travelling Light - Chapter 1

    Thank you!
  9. This is Chapter One of a larger story. I apologize in advance for any mistakes. -- On Travelling Light "When hiking in the wilderness, one should always travel light." It was a wise and time-tested adage, but as Alexander Privost was about to learn, there was more than one way the piece of traditional wisdom should be heeded. When the morning sun came filtering through the tropical treetops and onto the thin fabric of the tent, Alex was awoken with two thoughts. The first was the wonderfully warm and humid weather, along with a uniquely heavy and lethargic feeling to his body, which together was very conducive to him staying in his bedroll and sleeping a bit longer; the second was that he was not alone. He thankfully remembered shortly after exactly why. -- He'd been between expeditions, nursing a drink in an open-air bar near the port, and trying to plot the best route to his next destination, a fishing town near a freshwater lake several miles up north. The young adult tabby was no novice adventurer and if his gearpack and rough clothing didn't tell the tale, his lithe and fit body surely would. Between sips, he'd found the stool next to his occupied by a rather attractive young lynx. He'd thought nothing of it at first, until she rather pointedly leaned in to pore over his map, quietly remarking, "Don't take the trade road. There's a team of highwaymen working right around here," she indicated a blind curve on the map with a light drag of her foreclaw, "and they've paid off the local patrols." Normally, Alex have been annoyed by the blasé interruption, but her perception and helpful recommendation gave him pause. She beamed at him with eager green eyes and an energetic smile when he lifted his gaze from the map. "Penelope," she chimed. "Call me Penny." He gently, perhaps a little unsurely, shook her proffered hand. "Alexander. Alex. You've uh... got a pretty keen eye. Are you local?" She shook her head, long locks of black hair shimmering in the strong afternoon sun. "No. Not, natively, anyway. I was born on a merchant ship," She chuckled. "Traveling is in my blood, I've been doing it as long as I could walk, though, and this is one of my favorite ports." She patted Alex's travel pack, which sat on the floor between them. "Forgive me, I saw your gear and the map and I just couldn't help myself." Alex gave a good-natured chuckle and leaned over the map, circling the bend in the road she'd pointed out with a charcoal pencil and leaning back. "Can I get you a drink?" He asked. "It's the least I could do for your help." Penny raised her eyebrows, cordial smile curling into a coy grin. "Tell you what, if you buy us dinner I could help you a lot more than that." Afternoon wore on to evening, finding them moved on from the bar to a tavern on the docks. A collection of maps and charts intermingled upon a back booth table with several empty plates and bowls, and a couple empty tankards of mead. The maps were covered in charcoal pencil marks, outlining a path through the wilderness to the destination he'd planned; some shortcuts, some detours, and some resting places. The trip would take the better part of a day and a half, but the eager and provably expert young lynx knew her stuff. Alex hiccupped and burped quietly, and reflected that he had sure enough paid for dinner... but Penny had paid for the second and third helpings, of which he'd had the majority share. How he'd managed that, he wasn't quite sure, but he had a faint recollection of some food finding its way to his mouth without the use of his own hands. Penny chuckled, arms behind her head across the booth from Alex, eyes half-lidded and that now familiar smirk gracing her maw again. "Well, I suppose we should be glad we plotted a more challenging route than the main road. We've got some calories to burn off." Alex gave his own sheepish grin, the full weight of his consumption manifesting in a slowly dawning sensation of acute fullness and a touch of embarrassment, a single hand gingerly cradling his middle. Penny sensed his apprehension and began rolling up the maps, carefully stowing them in her own travel pack. "What say we get some shuteye? I have a feeling we're both gonna need some time to sleep it off and we need to set out early." Alex nodded, before realizing he'd failed to book a room. He'd planned to after charting his route at the bar, but Penny had proven to be very distracting. Very distracting. Almost as distracting as the fact that the lynx had taken the tabby's hand, guiding him out the door and into the cool costal night air. The idea that the lynx had cunningly coaxed his solo expedition into a trip for two didn't even dawn on him. As they trodded on down the moonlit streets of the sleeping town, he did, however, think to protest. Things were moving quickly - and not just literally, given the brisk pace they took wasn't easing the aching fullness in his tummy - but he'd just met the girl this afternoon. She wasn't unattractive; in fact, the way her youthful, curved figure moved in the silhouette of the blue-gold moonlight, and the way her hair sparkled in a way that almost made it blend with the distant inky waves of the ocean certainly helped with his unease, but Alex was a travel-wise cat. He had the uncanny feeling he was being led into a trap. He finally let his training win out, and as he opened his mouth to protest, he realized they'd already been past the front desk of a fairly reputable inn, paid for the night, and were halfway through the door of one of the upstairs rooms. Perhaps, he figured, he'd let himself get into trouble. He'd been in worse, after all. What followed was fairly predictable. They made small talk on the bed for a couple minutes before Penny unbuttoned her linen top, while Alex turned down the gas lamps with an outstretched arm. They made love once, fumbled around a little, then again, although perhaps a little less frantically than two people their age and vim normally would. Alex's stomach still was badly full, and each time he got a little too lost in the throes of mating, it reminded him with a groan and twinge of ache. Penny had done most of the work, he decided to himself honestly at the end and collapsed into the mattress, exhausted. Within a few minutes, he was deep asleep, and his body finally found peace enough to focus on the task at hand. Penny, however, was wide awake and watching. Once she was sure he was asleep, she scooted a little closer to him, and carefully lifted his top. He was laying on his back; his stomach protruded decently, but not outlandishly so below his ribs - the cat's light and agile frame was not accustomed to the amount of food he'd forced down, even if his active lifestyle did mean he occasionally had a fairly high caloric intake. It grumbled and churned restlessly between his breaths, and after a few moments, she could resist no longer, laying next to him and resting her head right on top of it - gently at first, so as not to wake him, but then easing the weight on until she was comfortable, listening to his stuffed tum squeeze and digest the meal(s) within. Admittedly, however, her thoughts weren't quite in the present. No, she was rather thinking of the days ahead, and with those thoughts in mind, she finally began to drift off to sleep. Alex awoke first, but the hefty groan that squeezed its way out of his maw ensured Penny followed shortly after. He felt like he'd ingested a particularly dense and roughly as ornery stone, and the lynx laying half-atop him certainly wasn't helping his gumption to rise. Mercifully, however, she rose, bare breasts and slim body lit from behind by the grey-blue, fickle glow of the distant sunrise approaching from beyond the horizon. Even he couldn't quite help cracking a half way, crooked smile. She returned the look with an amorous, sleepy grin, tail batting coyly on the mattress. "I'd letcha keep looking," she said, unsubtly arching her back, "but we need to get a move on if we're going to make time." He gave a playful protest in the form of another groan, but began to wrestle his own nude frame out of bed, eventually standing bare and stretching. She took her return on investment gazing at his shapely, round rear for as long as it took for him to get some shorts on, then set to work getting herself dressed. A few minutes later, they headed back downstairs and onto the patio to have breakfast before departing, laying the maps out once again to review the path. They'd follow the North road out of town, but only as far as a mile or two before detouring onto an old hunting trail, and into the dense forest from there. Alex was still mildly suffering from the generous portion or three that he'd packed down the night before, but his stomach was empty, and breakfast being the most important meal of the day (besides lunch and dinner,) he took a generous portion of fresh eggs and salted meats with coffee. Penny supped on eggs on toast and some tea. After both taking their fill, they packed and set out. Grey-blue turned to violet and gold, the sun cresting the hills behind them as they crossed the town's border. Ahead of them, a major dirt road about three motor-carriages wide wound before them, lined on either side by rough weeds and grass, and then by ancient, towering, and dense redwoods. The lynx led the way with the tabby not far behind, admiring her natural bounce with each step as they paced on. The going was easy despite the slight grade as they climbed a lazy knoll that marked their approach to the foothills of the King Mountains. Penny hummed a rhythm to the padding of her feet that Alex found merry, and after a time, he paused. "What song is that? I've never heard it before." She glanced behind herself for a moment, not stopping her pace. "It's a tune that the steamer hands have picked up recently, it's been stuck in my head since I got in to port last week." She turned her head forward, singing boldly with a bellow that Alex was surprised a body like hers could produce, "There were two lofty ships from old 'Ellen came, Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we; One was the Prince of Windward, and the other Prince of Dames, Cruising down along the coast of the High Palm Tree. " 'Aloft there, aloft!' our jolly boatswain cries, Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we; 'Look ahead, look astern, look aweather and alee, Look along down the coast of the High Palm Tree.' " Alex hummed along as she continued and he had time to pick up the tune, and before he knew it, they'd left the road and were into the trailhead. Purple yellow turned to verdant hues as the rising sun became sheltered below the canopy and scattered by the low grass around them, songbirds and the whisper winds of the tall trees filling the soundscape around them. The pace went from even and rhythmic to more deliberate and jaunty, following the lynx over roots, around fallen logs, and through tight clearings where the greens threatened to reclaim the long untended trail. It was about then that Alex realized he might have a problem. With every jaunt and swing, he could feel his laden insides bounce and lurch, throwing off his balance and making him acutely aware of how much he'd ingested. He was also fairly aware of a lingering unease within as his meal from the night before continued southward, weighing down somewhere behind his bellybutton. Despite his active lifestyle and decent appetite, the tabby knew he'd grossly overindulged and would be paying for it soon. "Hey!" Alex perked. Penny had stopped about a quarter cable ahead, arms folded, tail coiling and uncoiling behind her. "Slowpoke, we'll never make it to the marker before sundown at this rate." The tabby picked up the pace, joining her after a moment of awkward jogging or two. "Something bothering you? ...Eat too much?" Alex nodded sheepishly, not quite noticing the half-singsong tone she'd taken on the last half of her inquiry. An inquisitive index finger of the lynx's found and prodded Alex's mostly unguarded belly, eliciting a grumpy "Hey!" from him. She retorted with a precocious growl-chuckle, chasing it with a "Hey nothing, you. C'mon, work it off!" And with that, she set off again at a brisk pace, and gritting his teeth, Alex followed, along with his burdened belly. Things didn't get much easier from there. Light groans and shifts from within Alex's belly turned longer, deeper, and lower, and before long he was beginning to feel gassy. Digestion was taking its toll on the cat, and as the minutes dragged into the better part of an hour, he could swear he was heavier than he was when he'd set off on the hike. Another problem was beginning to brew as well, literally; the coffee he'd drank earlier had sunk through his body and was filling his bladder. A tense, dull tingling inside reminded him of it with each footfall. Mercifully, they reached their first checkpoint on the map - the ruins of a temple from ages long past. Nestled against a cliff and largely hidden by the growing thickness of the trees surrounding them, the mist from the canopy intermingled whimsically with the remains of its clay roof. They found a relatively safe spot to sit, rest, stretch, and in Alex's case, fidget. Penny sensed his restlessness and scooted closer to him and rub his shoulders. "Feeling any better?" Alex shook his head. "I feel like my entire body is out of rhythm. I might need to take a break soon." Penny feigned ignorance, leaning in to nuzzle at the left side of his cheek. "We are taking a break, silly." Alex huffed. "Not that kind of break." His gut let out a low bubbling to punctuate his statement. The lynx giggled and let her hands drop to Alex's tummy and give it a couple pats. "Poor boy." Alex smiled sheepishly, and Penelope stood up and stretched. "Well, I suppose I could take a leak, myself. Ladies first~!" She stood and wandered off out of sight before he could protest. She slunk behind the stonework of the structure, dropping her trousers and squatting, letting the leaves and grass tickle her rear, before sighing out and letting her stream flow gently from her body. A mild mist rose from below her as it tinkled and trickled betwixt the plants under her butt, pooling in a natural divot in the dirt a couple feet away. While she did her business, she marveled at the natural beauty of the ornate grey and white stone - hewn with primitive tools into ornate columns and arches - and how nature intermingled in vines and sprouts in the absence of its founders and caretakers. She took a minute to work out her plans for the day - not of traveling, they had those plans down pat - but her rather more dubious ones with her traveling companion. She could read his body language pretty well - his body was obviously working its way through his massive intake and preparing to rid itself of the excess, she mused, and she didn't want to waste the opportunity, so she pondered a little on how she could manage to keep him ripe and bottom heavy. A devious idea struck her, and she chewed on her lower lip a little as her stream dwindled to a stop. She hiked up her shorts but left the top two buttons deliberately undone as she made her way back up to the temple. Alex was a little disoriented to say the least. The weight and bloating in his guts curled ever lower and grew in noise and discomfort with each passing minute, and the anticipation of coming relief wasn't helping. He jumped a bit when Penny tapped his shoulder. "Jeez. We should be glad you followed my advice, daydreamer, or those bandits would have eaten you for breakfast." He managed a bashful smile. "My turn?" Alex asked sarcastically, rising gingerly and wincing as his guts redistributed the weight within him with an audible, thick gurgle. He wasn't expecting Penny to reply with a "Maybe~" and a soft peck to his lips. The tabby didn't quite understand, and figured perhaps she was trying to be funny or flirty, but when he tried to pass her after returning her smooch distractedly, she stepped back in front of him, both hands gripping - gently, but with a sense of importance - his hips. "...Penny?" He asked. "I uh, gotta go. Can this wait?" Penny leaned in, chewing her lower lip a little again, and finally pushed through her own hesitation to breathe heavily into his ear, "Can I help?" Alex didn't know what to make of what she'd said beyond that her tone awoke a primal feeling within, more powerful than his bloated bowels and needy bladder, starting somewhere in his loins and working up his spine with youthful, lustful fire. He gave her the off-balance look of confused arousal and hoped it could convey his feelings - and in a way, it did, leaving Penelope to hook a confident finger into the hem of his shorts and lead him down and off into the greens a ways. Suitably, they came to stop at a particularly broad (and to Alex, deeply inviting) tree. As Penny let go of Alex's shorts and slipped behind him, his bladder suddenly felt more full... needier, too, probably because of the natural place of relief right in front of him. Penny let her arms drape around his sides, nipping at his neck as she undid his shorts and let them drop to his feet... but not his underwear. Alex let out a whimper, half out of lust, half out of urgency as his knees drew inward and his hips began to shift and squirm. He pleaded in a voice very unlike his usually confident nature, "Penny...? I really need to go, seriously..." The only reply he got was the same aroused tone she'd given him, washing into his ear with a heat and melody he swore was unnatural, "I know~." Her clawtips found the hem of his underclothes, and she gently, slowly worked them down, his cock bouncing free from its confines in the open air, confidently already at half-mast. Thankfully, his own thudding heart and now badly full and very eager to empty bladder kept it from standing fully and preventing him from urinating, and with his underwear joining his shorts around his ankles, the soft pads of the lynx's paws gently, softly... warmly clasped his length. He let out a nervous whimper, his resolve to hold his urine back weakening with each moment, and he was acutely aware now he wasn't being fellated... no, he was being aimed. Still, something was stopping him from watering the tree in front of him, and a needy bubbling from deep within reminded him... it wasn't just his bladder that was full. He opened his mouth, fumbling for words as one does when they've never been a position remotely needing them before, "Penny? I, uh... You might not want to stand behind me, I..." Penny cut him off. "I know, cutie. Whatever happens, happens, but you'd better not dirty my clothes~." Alex gave an urgent groan. He had no choice in the matter, anymore anyway, and with a distinct sensation of losing his grip on his bladder, a stream burst forth from the tip of his length, uneven and weak at first, but within moments gushing so powerfully the backsplash from the tree trunk was lightly tickling their feet. But inevitably, as one does when they've been sealed up for so long, Alex felt a familiar tickling as the very base of his butt, and despite forcing his stream to a stop with a rather admittedly girlish whine, it resumed heedless of his commands, and with it, a rather long and heavy fart burst from his rear. The gas that had been trapped and mixing in his belly simply wouldn't be denied any longer, and with his limited control of his lower muscles, it finally forced its way to freedom, warming penny's lap and dissipating, mercifully, into the gentle open breeze. He squinted his eyes shut and grit his teeth, hoping an apologetic groan would be enough, sure he was going to lose control of his butt at the same time that he was draining the lake between his hips, but thankfully his trumpeting dwindled to a stop on its own. Penny gave his bare ass a couple pats with one hand in a lewdly reassuring sort of way, and the rather humiliated tabby continued to hose the tree in front of him with pee for a good half-minute before his stream eased shakily to a stop. They stood there for a short while, panting, hearts pounding, and bodies leaning against each other for a short while. The secret was out, and although Alex was still confused and guessing at exactly why Penny was doing what she did, he found he had way less of an apprehension about it than he'd imagined he would. That was, until he felt her hand glide down his thigh and start to pull his underclothes back up. His guts heaved in protest with a very audible, deep rumbling and penny could feel his butt squeeze tightly against her hips, a laborious groan tumbling from his maw. "Penny, no, I still gotta..." She gave his ear a good nip and pulled up his underclothes and shorts the rest of the way, fumbling with the catches until they were snug against his still burdened belly. She gently turned him to face her, and the look on her face instantly weakened his resolve to pull free. Lust was spelled across her expression in text plainer than any print, her half-lidded eyes searching his, heavy, slow breathing eliciting little trills from her nose as she chewed visibly on her lower lip. She leaned in, kissing him so hard he had to lean forward to stop them both stumbling or falling backwards into the generous pond he'd just made, and kissed back, both expressing their mutual arousal in little heated vocalizations. A lot of understanding was exchanged in the moment without the use of any words, until they finally broke the kiss. Penny spoke first, after a moment of light fumbling. "I uh... I know you gotta, but..." She let one palm gently, lightly caress his belly. "Can you go without for a bit?" Alex didn't question it any further, it didn't matter to him why she wanted it, it was more a matter of whether he could, now. He glanced down at his gut as if a look could evaluate how much longer he could go without a proper bathroom break; Penny kissed his forehead in encouragement. His insides were heavy and full, but with the immediate gas pressure off his rear, he did definitely feel better. "I... I could, but I don't know for how long." Penny nodded. "There's a river by our first camping spot, a couple hours from here. Could you... would you make it there?" She gave him another of her looks, and it occurred to him they were becoming his favorite. Still, his weighted middle reminded him of its presence. If not for her, he'd have squatted and made himself a fair amount lighter a long time ago. "...I'll try. No promises. And only because you asked." His tone had a genuine warning edge, his guts felt traitorous. "And you're responsible if I can't." Penny pushed herself into another kiss, tail flicking with excitement. She broke the kiss after a moment, giving Alex's belly a gentle pat and admiring the deep thump it gave it response. "Well, we'd better get going, then. The sooner we get there, the sooner you'll get to go!" And with that they set off, the pace decidedly less eager and more deliberate despite Alex's disproportionate want to make the destination even more expediently than before. Penny took up the rear this time, occasionally stumbling over roots because of how intently she was staring at the shapely, bouncing, and needy ass of her travel partner.
  10. Sonador

    Introduce your Fursona!

    Hello I'm extremely late but this is Sonador He's got a new refsheet coming in soon because I'm not really happy with this one, but he's my fursona. There's nothing really disparate between him and I, he's supposed to just be a furry avatar of my actual self with some plausible changes in name and setting to make it at least not effortless to dox me. You can read his/my bio here: https://www.beigelands.com/sonador And here's one of him in SL. If you ever want to visit, drop me a DM and I'll send you the region link.
  11. Sonador

    Fishflake's Art

    Ever thought of drawing crossdressing/traps?
  12. I have several friends who are MtF and on hormones, and they report the same thing. It's totally normal, but none of them are really into wetting, so I suppose they're not quite getting the full enjoyment out of it you are.
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    Last person to post wins

    soy un perdidor
  14. Sonador

    Your own fetish web-site name

    iwoulddragmyballsthroughamileofbrokenglassjusttohearyoufartthroughawalkietalkie.xxx