Merry Christmas To Me

Well, after recreating 150 some posts by hand on this crappy blog thanks to the great Tumblr porn backstab, I guess I was due for a little luck. Finally got out to hit up an estate sale, mostly just to do some browsing. I kinda messed that up because I ended up with a big fucking pile of furs.

I have to admit, it sounds like Penthouse-forum level "I never believed it could happen to me" BS, but, after spending years cruising eBay, the fact that some people have no idea how to sell furs isn't completely unheard of. Sure, it's rare, but damn, it's great when it happens. Most of my collection is built on lucking across those lost entries with no views and a super low entry bid.

So, yeah, I can only surmise it just happened in real life and I'm sitting on a new pile of furs thanks to it.

Now, before anyone gets too excited, I have to report it's mostly mink with a few other notable goodies in the mix. What I'm getting at is: no fox. I mean, these were normal people and not retiring 80s hookers, so yeah, stood to reason the selection was going to be a bit more "mainstream." In fact, the insanely great deal was mostly why I jumped at it in the first place, considering it lacked my favorite fur.

Now I'm wondering what to do with them all. I'm not really doing much "real life" content these days (or in decades, for that matter), so they're not going to do me much good. Eva's retired so that's out. I'll have to think about it, as it's kinda a shame if they just end up hanging up in my closet forever.

Rebuilding Season

So, back here again. Turns out I can't get the original version of this Blogger blog back because I no longer have the email address I registered it with. I carefully considered the implications of that and realized I don't really care. So, over again, I start.

Since I can't import shit, I'm just recreating content-based posts. Forgive me, oh those two or three people who actually asked questions on Tumblr.

This blog will continue to be as active as it was when it was on Tumblr, so you know, come back every few years to check out that new post or two.

FCR Studios Gene Therapy: Nicki

Notes: Trying my hand at Photoshop pantie removal. It’s certainly the only way I’ll ever accomplish it, heh.

This means there’s no “vag” version because… what do you think this… a vaginal faking blog?

FCR Studios Collaboration: Some Random Blond

Another DYHTIALS mod, posted without comment, for some strange reason. Consider it an invitation to use your own dirty little minds…

Original can be found here.

FCR Studios Gene Therapy: Anna

I think this qualifies as a downgrade, heh.

Furs, Swords and Sorcery 3 - by FurCreamer

The wheel of generic fantasy class stereotypes lands on “Barbarian” today. Which is nice, because I don’t have to explain a bunch of made-up fur thaumaturgic principles with mountains of exposition. Barbarian… is tall, and has muscles… and hits people. This one also has big boobs.

I know, totally pioneering stuff here, folks.

On with the show…

Furs, Swords and Sorcery 2 - by FurCreamer

Ugh, “short” was fun while it lasted.

We move on to the sorcery… third… of the title. This one runs longer, but there’s 2 orgasms, one ‘magic’ and shit.

Naturally the caster is totes overpowered, otherwise my generic fantasy world would not be in compliance with generic fantasy world rules.

So, on with the show…

Furs, Swords and Sorcery 1 - by FurCreamer

So I haven’t done much of anything lately, content-generation wise. Distractions abound. One of the more recent of which was falling down the “watch people play DnD online” rabbit hole. If you’re thinking… hey, I need to watch something where the average length of an episode is four hours and there’s thousands of them, then sure, I’d recommend it.

It’s shit for getting anything done, though.

Still, with minor, not-exactly-bardic, inspiration, I dashed off something quick in the whole “fantasy” genre. To be clear, despite the name-check in the intro paragraph, this isn’t any of the various and sundry planes of DnD existence. It’s just “Generic Fantasy Setting #37207647594875243543″… you know, orcs, elves, goblins, short people of a non-infringing variety… I’m not really trying to break new ground, setting wise.

And it’s short! Like, really short. It’s mostly just a cumshot. Because I wrote it, it still manages to be 675 words.

So, without further ado, the entirely truncated adventure of Moonshade Foxsinger, elf ranger, and her escape from an orc camp…

FCR Studios Gene Therapy: Sofia

FCR: Oh, hey, you have legs!
SB: I’m not a mummy, either.
FCR: I was totally gonna work around that, but, hey, happy coincidence.
SB: Are you always this dense?
FCR: Maybe…

With her original legs and her new big dick, Sofia debuted in Fur Mummy: Not the Tale of a Dominatrix and her Sissy, so Fuck Off Idiot Subs! Marketing felt the title was a little unwieldy, but I felt the need to drive the point home. The Fur Mummy, Foxmanet, whose power to fuck fur bimbos increases the larger the fur coat she wears. She hunts down increasingly enormous fox furs in order to expand her power and eventually… fuck even more fur bimbos. Bit of a repetitive cycle, but she knows what she likes.