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Thread: Practice Makes Perfect (kckolbe x Your Little Project)

Eric didn't push her away when she leaned against his shoulder, but he didn't welcome her in with his posture, either. He sat stiffly upright. He listened to each answer, realizing what she meant about going out into the fields. Adaptation is important. You didn't have a lot to work with in terms of scenery, outfits. You would have to mix it up, though. I don't think the farm girl look is your best sell, but you work with what you have. Then she got to the tougher questions. Your skin? he asked, uncontrollably. He then waved off the question and wrote something down. He had been surprised at the answer. Was she saying it because she actually thought that, or because she didn't want to tell her father that showing off her ass got her the most interest? No catalog modeling...okay. When she asked if she could be cute and sexy, he shrugged non-committally and gestured for her to continue, though he made a note of something on his paper again. He also didn't say anything to her answer about behavior, though the way his jaw clenched, he clearly didn't care for the answer he'd heard. He didn't scold her immediately, but he set the paper face down on the end table and gently pushed her off of him, standing by the couch and facing her. I don't think you can be successful with that approach. I only went through some of your pictures, but I didn't see cute, or a combination of sexy and cute. I pretty much only saw sexy. You have good skin, but that wasn't what followers were commenting on. You were selling sex, and the focus of that sex appeal was your ass. Am I wrong? He walked to the kitchen sink and poured a glass of water, downing it quickly. Now, that by itself is not a problem. We can focus sexy...I have plenty of experience with photographing that. The problem is that you want me to be your photographer as well as your father, and I don't think you appreciate what that means. If you are selling sex appeal, then everything about your interactions with the photographer is sex appeal. If your photographer isn't turned on, the viewers won't be turned on. If I'm taking pictures of a model trying to be sexy, I don't care about coffee. I care about whether or not I feel like I'm seeing things I shouldn't. I care about whether she wants to do more. I care about her trying to create a fantasy at hint at fulfilling it. See the problem?
Thread: Practice Makes Perfect (kckolbe x Your Little Project)

The general vibe of their conversation rapidly shifted to a place that Kacey wasn't prepared for. Perhaps it was her romantic outlook on life, or that persistent sense of pride whatever it was, she was offended as he began to individually tear down her lazy and poorly-conceived responses. She spoke just as she was his very daughter looking for an easy in. To toss off her farm looks as little more than a nice starting place was some of the first criticism she'd ever landed and the notion pierced through her as if it was a personal attack. Then her actual looks came into question. Not cute? Of course she was! Her cheeks flushed with frustration and as he pushed her away to stand, it took every fiber of her being to not make an attempt to trip him on the way up. As he poured himself a drink, she reached for her phone and looked through her pictures again. Her skin was flawless , it was better than good. The only thing that tempered her rage was his subtle reminder of what the comment sections looked like. Quietly, she browsed through her posts and actually bothered to read. The top comments of her most recent post were exactly as he described, and he hadn't even read them. There were endless mentions of her curves, her ass, and consistent mentions of what they'd do with her in their bedroom. The blush of rage transitioned to one of embarrassment. How could she have been so stupid? Glancing down at her current outfit, the outcome of her efforts were spelled out right in front of her. Men wanted to fuck her. Like, men with salaries men. Her gaze finally left her phone to return to her Father just as he questioned the validity of her desires. The pieces began to fit together. He was confirming consent to a borderline taboo intimacy they would need to be sharing. There had only been a handful of times that she'd actually tried to take nude or lingerie pictures. Besides, all of those efforts were taken alone. It wasn't like Kacey had a friend telling her which breast was her best one, or how to tilt her hips to show a better angle of her ass. Deep in thought, a hand pressed against the ridge of her collar bone as she blatantly stared at her father. A man who hadn't been around her entire life, but a man who she certainly always knew existed. A man. Th-there's not a problem! The exclamation pierced through the silence of the room. What he hell was she saying? Kacey wasn't even quite sure herself. I told you I can do this! This is what I'm made for! I-I just don't have much practice, and I'm sorry if I'll be difficult to work with. But you can be my manager and I swear I can make you rich! Wild-eyed and desperate, she took the empty glass from his hand to avoid allowing him to have some reason to stop focusing on her. Please don't say no, because I'm not stopping now.
Thread: Practice Makes Perfect (kckolbe x Your Little Project)

Eric glanced over at her while he drank his water, seeing that she had picked up her phone. He didn't know if she was looking at the pictures or the comments, but she was definitely verifying at least one of his claims. He noticed that she wasn't reading comments out loud that contradicted his claim, or showing him pictures where she was going for a cute look. She may not have wanted to acknowledge it, but she knew that he was right. After his rant, he remained silent for a while, letting her process what he'd said. He wasn't angry at her, just frustrated at the position he'd been put in having to lay that kind of hard truth on her. He stood close by, ready to console her, to try and talk about other things she could try, when suddenly she burst out with conviction. He hadn't expected her to fight for it so hard, but he did admire her resolve. And she wasn't wrong about being talented at it. Even without any professional help she had managed an impressive enough following. Once more, though, she showed that she wanted this without really showing that she understood what she was asking for. So, once more, Eric started thinking about how to explain it, gesturing with the empty glass, when she took it from him, defiantly pleading with him. Something about the way she'd said she wasn't stopping pushed him over the edge. He grabbed her arm forcefully and pulled her to the side of the couch, bending her over the arm rest and standing behind her. He pushed her dress up over her hips, exposing her ass to him. This is what you're asking me for. You're saying you want me to spend more time looking at this then at your face. Do you realize that? Is this what you want? Are you going to try and make me look at this and see...not my daughter, but something to want to use, to exploit? Go ahead, Kacey, tell me that's what you want. Make me believe that.
Thread: male seeks female for 1x1, various plots NSFW

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Thread: male seeks female for 1x1, various plots NSFW

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Thread: male seeks female for 1x1, various plots NSFW

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Thread: A Whisper of Things to Come

Bump! Main stories are still filled, see Hot Shots for current ideas, I'm open to suggestions as well!
Thread: New Batch of Furry MxM

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Thread: In the name of Peace (Myself and Zanne Heartwood)

The war between the lycan kingdom and the cat shifter kingdom of Katania had been long at bloody. Both sides had suffered extensive losses, entire villages wiped out, caught in the cross fire of the two powerful kingdoms. After the loss of yet another of her own children, the Queen of Katania sent her most loyal spy to the royal family of the lycan kingdom, offering her only remaining daughter for marriage to bring an end to the bloody war and a stop to the casualties on either side. After some haggling over the terms, it was set. Now, what the queen hadn't told them was that her only remaining daughter had a rare condition. She had the royal blood, had a catspirit within her, but couldn't shift. Instead, she was left in a her more vulnerable human form with a few of the physical traits of the cat. Due to her condition, she had been almost like a pet to her family, who had sheltered her and guarded her carefully, keeping her away from the fighting and violence. Anyway, that was how she ended up here, walking through the halls of the lycan kingdom's castle in a simple if short dress, sturdy for traveling but nice enough to greet other royalty in. It was the same bright green of her cat like eyes, her long golden with black splotches hair braided and draped over her shoulder. The cat like ears on her head were golden with black tips, and held high. She was sure the six guards around her could smell her fear, and even more certain the lycans could. She put on a brave face with her long, fluffy golden tail with the distinctive black rosettes of a leopard, held high and proud. She knew she was drawing attention as none of the other catshifters retained those cat like qualities and looked completely human. The two guards in front open the double doors to the room marked 'throne room' on the floor plan they had been given. The leader of the guard stepping forward. Announcing Princess Alyxandria Nikolae Lygerious of the kingdom of Katania. The guardsman called, following their standard protocol for visiting foreign kingdoms.
Thread: In the name of Peace (Myself and Zanne Heartwood)

The Lycan Kingdom of Grandia welcomed the Princess of Katania with open arms. While plenty of people were wary of the shifter Princess and her entourage, thinking that it was a cunning ploy to assassinate or undermind what was going on, others were happy for the end of the war. The Lycan's were a proud race of people, but they were not stupid. The years of war had taken a toll on not on their population, but the farmlands, and the sustainable nature of the kingdom. With seasons changing, their focus had to be more on provisions, rather than fighting some decades long war. The King and Queen of Grandia met with the spy when they came, and terms were struck. It may have been a little suspiscious, but the negotiations were very quick. Princess Alyxandria was set to marry Prince Zanne. One of the King's son's, one of the younger ones, and not really in line to inherit the throne. The King and Queen were aware of Katania's lack of heirs, and partly used it to their advantage. Zanne was not one of the largest Lycan's in the kingdom, or his family. In fact he was one of the smaller ones. However he used it to his avantage. Whereas his larger brothers were more muscular, Zanne was more of an athletic man. He stood in human form for most of the time. He had medium length, jet black hair, that he kept in a small pony tail. His face had sharp, attractive features, with eyes red, and as deep as rubies. He had a toned, athletic shape, with slight muscle definition. He was built for speed, and agility rather than just raw power. However, he did look like he would be rather strong. He had seen fights, and had some scares on his chest, and arms. However, that wouldn't be seen by regular folk. When she was announced, the throne room, and great hall, stood to her. At the door awaited Zanne, her expecting fiance. He wore a set of fanciful black and silver clothes, clearly meant to be more impressive than practical. He offered his arm to her, to walk her up to meet his parents. The marriage was to be performed that evening, and a feast had been planned out as well. The Throne roomw as filled with nobles, who looked to her, and showed their respects by bowing. Some were in human form, and others were in the larger wolf-hybrid form. None of the nobles were in the more compact feral form, as it was impolite to be.
Thread: In the name of Peace (Myself and Zanne Heartwood)

Aly hesitated for just a moment when her fiance offered his arm to her, mostly because she had not expected that. Quickly, she accepted his arm, though it placed her a bit closer to him than she had thought she'd be at first. She had grown up being told that the lycans were monsters and to avoid them. In fact, she had a four long scars on her back because she had trusted one, helped her even by setting her free. After that, the princess had avoided them entirely. As they walked in to the room, she covertly glanced over at some of the nobels that were in their hybrid forms, thinking they were just huge. She glanced at her soon to be husband and tried to picture him in his and failed. The hybrid form was different for her, especially since the cats only had their feral forms and their human ones. Her ears twitched a little bit from nervousness as they approached Zanne's parents. Part of Aly wished she had one of her three remaining brothers with her, as they had been trained in this sort of thing, where as she was just told to stay quiet. It wasn't until the last of her sisters had been killed just about a week ago that she had recieved any sort of training for her new role. No one had anticipated needing the youngest daughter for anything. She curtsied, as expected to show her respect. She felt very vulnerable without the familiar guards near her, however she knew that they had needed to remain near the doors otherwise it would have been disrespectful and showed distrust. She was actually thankful that her fiance was not in line for the throne, especially since the fertility rates in those with her condition were astoundingly low and she likely wouldn't be able to produce an heir. She wasn't even sure if the two species were compatible enough anyway. The thoughts fled from her mind as she curiously looked over the pair that would soon be her in-laws, careful not to be offensive with her curiousity.
Thread: In the name of Peace (Myself and Zanne Heartwood)

The Prince held the arm of his betrothed, and guided her up the aisle to the Throne. The King was an intimidating fellow. He was large man, even in human form. With the growth that their Hybrid form, he would be gigantic! His intimidation didn't stop at his size. Despite the grey hair, he was still very fit, with scars over his face. His wife, the Queen was a little more regal, and far less intimidating. She was an attractive woman, and wore a very pretty dress in the same black and silver colours of her son's dress. At the base of the Throne's Dias, were Zannes brothers and sisters, a total of 7 of them, 3 Older brothers, 2 older sisters, and 2 younger ones. The Younger sisters were cute, and so innocent looking. They looked at the cat girl, giggling and trying to get her attention. The older ones looked to her with a bit of malice in their eyes. The second eldest didn't even recognize her, an seemed very impolite. When Aly curtsied, the King bowed his head and the Queen rose to her feet. Ladies and Gentlemen. It is our great honour to host the Princess of Katania. I understand that our two great kingdoms have been enemies for a long time. And it is with immense pleasure, that this will mark an age of peace, and prosperity between our two houses. The King stood as well. Princess Alyxandria Nikolae Lygerious. I understand your journey here must have been very tiring. However, I will need you to accompany my Queen, for wedding preparations. He nodded to her. The Queen stepped down from the dias, and bowed her head to the Princess, and kissed Zanne in the cheek. She then offered her hand to the princess to move out to another room. When out of earshot of nobles, or the King she looked to Aly. Oh, you look so nice. I am very happy for Zanne She took in a soft breath. But! You must have questions. Please, ask me anything. And call me Cial, this Queen shenaniganry is just silly. She bit her lip cutely and looked Aly over once more. We have tailors awaiting you to prepare your dress. Whatever you would like. She nodded.
Thread: In the name of Peace (Myself and Zanne Heartwood)

The small princess was definitely intimidated by the king, and had to struggle to keep her feet firmly planted where they were. She smiled at the two younger siblings, glad at least they seemed friendly enough. She then made a point of making eye contact with each of the others in turn, trying to show she wasn't scared of them. In truth, she was, but only a little. She kept her face serious when the Queen stood and spoke, and did her best to keep her ears from twitching when the king stood. Yes sir, your majesty. She thought that was the propper form of address, at least it's what she had heard the knights address her father as. She bowed her head to the queen and accepted her hand, readily following the other woman. She sighed with relief as soon as the queen spoke, her ears relaxing from the strict upright position she had held them, and her tail sank a few inches so that it didn't stick out so much. Oh thank goodness. She smiled at Cial warmly. Please call me Aly, my full name's a mouthful. She laughed softly. Yes, I do have questions. My mother only gave me a brief idea of what's going on. What will I be expected to do during this wedding? She was unsure of their specific traditions. Is there anything that should be included in a wedding dress? She asked softly, wanting to make sure she was able to follow their customs as much as she could. She had a small hair ornament her mother had given her in the green and gold that made up her family's colors. Beyond that she was happy to follow the customs of her fiance's kingdom.
Thread: In the name of Peace (Myself and Zanne Heartwood)

Cial looked to her and nodded. Of course. Aly it is. She smiled at Aly. As for what you will be expected to do. It is really simple. There is a ceremony here, where you and Prince Zanne will do things as a pair. Eat from the same plate, drink fro the same glass. She chuckled a little. I know it is a little weird, but that is...just how things are. She thought for a moment. We had talked in the negotiations to include your Kingdoms Customs as well. She shook her head. That would be a little much here in this Kingdom. So we talked that Yourself and Zanne would head back to Katania to do your own wedding, or mating ceremony. But that will be for you two to decide. When Aly asked about the dress, and what not, Cial took in a soft breath. Well, There is something She scratched her cheek slightly. Ceremonial clothing here is usually somewhat open, and revealing. Which may, or may not, be comfortable for you She sighed a little. There was a small noise to the side, and Cial looked over. Oh come on, you two can come here. The Two younger sisters of Zanner were there. Do you want to try and help Aly out with her dress? She tilted her head to the side. So, have any ideas for your dress?
Thread: In the name of Peace (Myself and Zanne Heartwood)

Seems simple enough. Yes, it probably would be. It's a little much there sometimes and we're use to it. I'm sure you already know, but the festival, tournament, and feast that go with a royal wedding in my homelands can get pretty rowdy to say the least. She laughed softly remembering the shenanigans that happened at her eldest brother's wedding. I'm not sure if the ceremonial 'hunt' would be entirely appropriate given the situation. Aly smiled a bit. I suppose I'll have to talk to Zanne about it. Aly blushed a little, then nodded softly at the mention of revealing ceremonial clothing. It's alright. I'll follow your customs. If we were in my homeland, I would have had to wear something likely worse for the majority of the ceremony. She admitted, blushing at the thought of her home's customs. Aly supposed the Katanians probably looked like savages to the people of Grandia just as much as they looked to the Katanians. After all, a Katanian mating ceremony did end with the groom literally hunting his bride down in a guarded section of the forest, the couple expected to consumate the union when he caught her, or in some cases she caught him. Aly smiled at Zanne's two younger sisters in a friendly manner. As for the dress, I'd just like to be able to move my tail easily. It's very uncomfortable to have anything rub the base of it too much. She admitted, a soft blush gracing her face. Her tail slid around to her front and she played with the fur on it with her hands as she often did when she embarrased or nervous.
Thread: In the name of Peace (Myself and Zanne Heartwood)

Cial cupped her hands on her cheeks. A tournament! Oh I knew we should have had something like that she sighed softly I am sorry. I convinced my husband out of a tournament for the occasion. I felt you two wouldn't want something so...extavagent. She sighed. Then the mention of the hunt. I do not really know what goes on at youre Ceremonial Hunt...but that actually would be something Zanne might like. He does enjoy hunting. She then nodded. I am sure your kingdom has more Customs than we do for it. Normal wolves don't even have mates, and it would jsut be the king that did anything. We keep the ceremony simple, however...there are events planned for the next couple days. Cial looked to the young ones. all right. Well, I gues Zanne got lucky then. Getting a wife that doesn't seem to need all those fancy things! She smiled. And these are our two youngest. Grace and Patience. the two young wolf girls smiled up to Aly. One had 1 brown eye, 1 bright blue eye, and light hair. The other had 2 brown eyes and dark brown hair. Their hair was indicative to their fur colour. Cial nodded. Well, if you have any other special requests, please let the tailor know. She led the Aly into another room, and inside was a male, with a length of measuring rope, plenty of fabrics, and all orts of things to make dresses. He smiled to her, then bowed gracefully Hello, I will be making your wedding dress. He nodded. Cial moved up to her. I will leave you to this, if you need us, you can call the guard at the door. Oh! Is there...anything you won't eat? She tilted her head to the side.
Thread: In the name of Peace (Myself and Zanne Heartwood)

Aly giggled. The tournaments my father and brothers hold are more to select the royal guardsmen candidates and actually where my eldest brother met his mate. For me, they've never been a favorite honestly. It was just funny to see my father get all excited. She admitted with a warm smile. Her face went really red and she could feel the heat the coming off it when Cial mentioned Zanne would probably like the hunt. She was still getting use to the idea of a stranger being her mate. Possibly... Most shifters do like hunting... She spoke softly, deciding not to go into detail about what was being hunted. That's defiently a place where our two peoples vary. Matings are very common among my people. It's actually a little different for each of our clans, however the three things that all have in common are it is generally a time for sharing the prosperity of the clan, the mating ceremony, and the hunt. Aly explained with a smile. She chose to leave out the part where there were exceptions if a couple managed to get pregnant before their ceremony. After all, it wasn't uncommon for singles to share one another's beds. Heck, even Aly wasn't a virgin. I don't know if I'd call him lucky just yet. My brothers are always telling me I've got a smart mouth. Aly said playfully, actually a little flattered. It's nice to meet the both of you. Aly grinned at the two young wolf girls, hoping she'd be able to befriend them quickly. Thank you, Cial. She followed them to the taylor and smiled at the man in a friendly manner. Hello, and thank you. Aly's greeting to the taylor was polite and friendly. I can't eat strawberries. I'll happily eat anything else. Her response was almost instant, naming the food she was allergic to. She wasn't picky food wise by any means.