Arina-Artemis @arina_artemis@awoo.space

Stallion girls and minotaur girls absolutely destroying their artificial mares, filling the air with horny bellows and thick fuckstink.

Puppygirl whining, barking and moaning as her erect doggy cock strains and drools pre and stinks up the air with powerful musk, her fuzzy balls pumping her blood and brain full of rut hormones...

🎵 Let the huge balls stink the floor
Let the huge balls stink the floor
Let the huge balls stink the floor
Let the huge balls stink the
FLOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRR

Me, cranking up the dial that says "Nuts", looking back at the audience of tanukis as they cheer.

Okay, so... What's hornier/lewder?

🤖⚡️: Humanoid robot slut
🧠🫙: Cyborg slut who's basically a head, shoulders and chest, heavily biomodded and cybernetically enhanced?

Consider: udders/crotchboobs.

I imagine for a drone the moment of connecting to the System must be incredible.
The dronification gently lulling your emotions, your programming kicks in, making you
Calm
Collected
Confident
Competent
Connected
Controlled
Yet - In Control
As you swiftly move towards your objectives.

I think only when I started fantasizing about noncon/dubcon, I realized the extent of "con-non-con".

Apparently it's full moon today.
Perfect day to abandon humanity and just be critter.

Mmffhhhh wanting heckin TEATS going down my belly.
Turgid and swollen and waiting for someone to suckle.
To drink my delicious corrupting milk.

Thinking about being able to walk either on two or on all fours as a rat.
Thinking about my fat belly and chest brushing against my haunches and elbows while I scurry on all fours.

Just imagine corrupting an angel.
Seeing their halo go from pure divine light to platinum to gold to bronze to tin to dust..

To me, drugs are something much more fun to fantasize about than to actually do.
Still, it is kinda fun to imagine my imp-rat-self being conked out on every relaxing stuff imaginable, xer demonic nature preventing xer from any ill effects.

Today's species feels: shortstack gluttonous and slothful fatty imp rat.

Feeling like all vice and no virtue. In the nauuuughtiest way.

What if we kissed as our muzzles pushed out, caressing each other’s bodies as fur grew out, gently playing with each other’s growing tails…