Arina-Artemis @arina_artemis@awoo.space

Feeling like a fat stinky dirty animal today.

Thinking about re-adopting names I previously made for my characters/fursonas, but for my "aspects"/selves.

Blossom or Bell for cow.
Parsley for pig.
Cassiopeia (Cassie) for horse.
Layla (or Leila) for my genie self (as rare as they appear).

And, of course, gotta try and think of names for my donkey self, and for my genderweird boyish moods, and my demon, and my angel...

"Domestic pig" but it's a hugely fat anthropomorphic pig clad in a maid dress.

(It me)

Imagine being transformed into something anthropomorphic but definitely Not People. And then interacting with People. Them talking over you, or giving you simple commands, approaching you gently and slowly as to not spook you...

What if I was a fat tanuki enby with huge smelly balls and a below-average leaky dick?..

Imagine being quadrupedal and pregnant… Like, there’s a big heavy weight between your forelegs and back legs, pressing on you constantly. And your teats or udders, so swollen with milk…

What if: round super-pregnant milky cows, anthro and otherwise?

Today’s mood: vaguely humanoid perversion of nature.

A bipedal bestial freak. Definitely not a normal person. Arguable if a person at all. Surely not behaving like one, all nude and filthy, tugging on its udders and genitals.

As you pass an enclosure, you notice a mirror. Interesting, you think. For enrichment reasons perhaps? You pass the mirror, but you don’t see yourself in it. You see… An animal. Same species as other animals in the enclosure. Surprised, you blink and everything changes. You find yourself inside the enclosure, amidst new sounds and scents. Still looking in the mirror. It now reflects your human self outside the enclosure, even though the recognition already starts to slip in your simplifying mind. Would you change back if you blink again? Would you even dare to find out?..

I love being a heckin weird furry freak.

Weird TF-ey dubcon idea: content erosion.

When your mind changes so drastically, your entire notion of “sexual consent” becomes so governed by instinct, it might as well not exist. What’s the point of asking for consent when a simple rag soaked in sweat or piss or cum can make you eagerly spread your legs and/or throb so needy?..

I think “jerking off to donkey transformation scenes from various Pinocchio media” is a perfect way to introduce a character. Especially anthro donkey.