Y’shtola Ruhl, a plush, young yet
mature-figured
Miqo'te, was no stranger to facing off against the threat of primals - Gods wrought in mortal flesh. It felt like she’d taken on world-ending crises every other week, in her tenure as a Scion, and while the organization officially taken their hiatus, each member found themselves continuing their agenda of protection, once more under shroud and secrecy. It was something that was made infinitely harder b

Soft purple pawpads resting comfortably beneath a luxurious coat of white fur were all that kept Daegon, a 30-something self-styled MILF, from the chilly tile just beneath him. The antique, brass-heavy elevator taking him to his top-floor suite droned loud as it ever did when it carried rather large loads of passengers, but in this case, it was just a thick boi and a few people Dae didn’t recognize. While he couldn’t help internally chuckling that he’d likely never see them aga

“Horse.”

A vibrant, but bored sounding voice clearly stated the obvious. The picture held up by the shapely young scientist removed the paper card with a equine silhouette and placed it down onto the chrome table next to her, brushing against the other cards placed face down.

“Good, next?”

Her emerald orbs scanned over the expression of her ‘patient’s’ colo

“Just a little longer, littl’uns!”

The gruff, deep tones of the Ogryn boomed out those bassy tones even as guns rattled away and cold iron clashed. The hissing of heated pipes leading to the foundry could be heard in all the din as well. The Psyker, for her part, was starting to slip. An irritable one for as long as her squad had known her, she had a sensitivity, not just to the forces she regularly manipulated.

“Your fucking mouth noises!”

Definitely not a people person.

This woul

Payday; Everyone’s favorite time of the week.

For Rittsie, a lithe kitsune with absurdly long, rich brown locks and stunning emerald eyes, that meant heading down to the mall to snag scraps of enjoyment. In her case, she’d had little in mind. The money was simply burning a hole in her pocket, and she was long overdue for some retail therapy. Luscious caramel tails, tipped with a decadent dark-chocolate hue, twitched about behind her, rubbing against t

The sun roared its final, blinding amber cry along the horizon, the embers of its youth singeing each inch of the sky’s canvas in its path on the way down, with little more to halt its advance but a questionably clean river and the practically dystopian backdrop of so many tall buildings, challenging the heavens, screaming to be smote. There was no denying it was a gorgeous view, in its own dreary way. Maybe because the imagery evoked was so dystopian; it could be a hallmark card cover if

Helios reached up to scratch over those soft, golden-furred ears. He was an exceptionally tall Braixen boi, standing at around 7’ 6” (229cm). The cheery, button-nosed fire pokemon had been gifted a rather impressive amount of heft, particularly around the gut, nevermind the trademark thick thighs of his kind. Dressed as femininely as one might expect, with a white blouse stretched taut across a plush, overfed midriff, gold suspenders that held up his layered yellow skirt and some tig

Deeva opened her mouth a bit and yawned, a bit of spittle soaking her hand as she covered that golden furred muzzle. Wiping her hand off against her shorts, she continued her journey through the city - on the hunt, as always, for tasty snacks. Every step towards that direction left a bit more of that plush, thick, and rather exposed body of hers bouncing just a touch, despite being contained by a skin-tight leotard; It did, after all, fail to arrest those decadent thighs, and full, radiant cheek