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Furry Art Freak Show - From ungodly eyesores to nauseating masterpieces
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...is that E? Because that's some nice work modeling, if it is him. His style translated well to 3D.
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It is, speaking of e254e, he apparently confessed to drawing cubshit with one of his fellow psychopaths.
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This is true. Depending on where you go, he's been pretty open about this for years.
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The image isn't loading for me, and honestly that might actually be for the best.
Never mind, it just did. What the fuck.
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If this guy hasn't killed and hidden his victims in the walls of his house I will be very surprised.
Cuntspiracy Man
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how in the FUCK can you tell this is a fox? it looks like Grimace's exceptional cousin
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The tail and ears. Possibly the images original source too. Otherwise, I had the same reaction.
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Redditor looks authentic. Everyone else looks like redditor.
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The pun was right there, but they went for 'Antifa-fat' instead of 'Anti-fat'.
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why does the community have those long, straight and erect nipples
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The little “Mamma Mia!” Made me giggle because I couldn’t not hear it in Mario’s voice.
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Oi lads, I think I found a cursed pokemon art generator.
While majority of it is just kinda funny, it can give us something like this
It's not the worst one, but I don't want to rob you of the joy of discovery.
In conclusion
While majority of it is just kinda funny, it can give us something like this
In conclusion
Argrabius
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I’m familiar with badger from an investigation awhile back, unfortunately 90% of his content is locked a paywall so his more extreme pieces which are more fun to laugh at than the stuff posted public and thus harder to find. All of his pictures have attached stories which are about as deranged as you would expect from a advanced brain drain and identity death writer. From what I hear he doesn’t treat his patrons well so he will regularly have discord leaks, from which here is an example of his non diaper art.
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This is the saddest shit I've seen in a while. This is the type of person who AI is perfect for replacing. The same picture drawn over and over and over.
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Here's a story you might enjoy, whose author has since been banned from Fur Affinity.
I used to be a male human boy, but was mutated into a female virginia wereopossum at the age of 11. It happened after I was petting a wild feral one, but its saliva drooled on me, which made contact to my skin, and then the transformation feminized my body & sex. It inverted & split the penis into a bifurcated marsupial vagina, sucking in my scrotum, shifting my gonads to ovaries, as well fused my urethra & anus into a single cloaca. My rate of metabolism slowed down, meaning I have a cooler body temperature, and I burn calories slower. Since I have a sweet tooth, I've gained a bit of weight for the past few years, sometimes making my eyes go crossed. My primate vocal cords were stripped from my throat, I could no longer speak human anymore, but I could at least still communicate with gestures and write words. It's fine, I was always the silent awkward type.
I remember the vet saying it's nothing to be worried about, only the feral animals are contagious. That's good news, because that means I can still live with my family together, and not be transported to the zoo like the other victims of the pandemic, as I'm not feral in the head… Yet. They did say that this could change in the future if my brain were to further continue its mutation into a didelphianthrope brain. You see, since the mind is a flexible, yet fragile system. The body changes before the mind, as the nervous system is the last to be affected by the mutations of this zoonotic virus. They don't know if it has stopped mutating, or will continue to mutate. They suggest I should be monitored and treated as an animal I've become, as behaving human may cause dysphoria. Not everyone who's been transformed by this zoonotic TF virus suffers from this though. Their main worry was if my life span was shortened from the virus, since everyone else's life span seems to be unaffected so far, I was probably safe.
Now my family, who's religiously christian, say otherwise. Not because they're bigoted of who I am, or prejudice of what I became. They just feel uncomfortable doing this to their child, which could be seen as a sin in their faith, and overall, it's just weird. I’m surprised they even still believe in an anthropomorphic deity after what’s happening to everyone.
So they kept on treating me like I was still their human son. DAM IT! I couldn't even take advantage of this new form even if I wanted to. Hyper sensitive smell, night vision [well not infrared, just increased brightness because tapetum lucidum {retro reflective retinas}], feet hands, opposable tail, sensitive vibrissae (whiskers). I have these new abilities & I don't even have permission to use them? Whatever, at least I can still consume human food, but I should at least be cautious of grapes and chocolate. I at least researched through my bookshelf to learn more about my species. Also, they took me out of elementary school, and into home school because of bullies, there were animal people too, just for other reasons.
I kinda got bored with what I was wearing, and experimented with my new gender & sex. Trying on feminine clothing and what not, which is kinda more nonbinary with the goth & punk aesthetic, I guess it's not too bad. The only thing they allowed me to do was wear the collar, but not in public. So far, everything looked good, but then, puberty hits!
As the time passed, the female hormones that's in my endocrine system began to affect my body & mind. I grew taller, subcutaneous weight distributed to my thighs, giving me curvy hips, the breasts inside my pouch enlarged to C cups, and then to a D after I gained weight. Another thing I noticed was that the pouch hole is like a prolate [not prolapse] ellipse sphincter, I can squeeze it open using muscles on my ribcage. If it gets big enough, then out comes two mostly bald boobies, and if you lift them up, you’ll see the extra 11 marsupial teats at the bottom. I eventually wanted to get nipple piercings for my breasts, but they’re no longer the size of human nipples, so that’s unfortunate. Though it’s not as bad as the height change, what was the most annoying, since I can no longer fit in a cage or crawl in pillow forts. The psychological changes came next: The first sign is that it dampened my response to arousal, meaning it takes much more effort to feel horny. Second, is that I'm losing a little more control of mood, I get random mood swings here & there, but it's not too bad. I've lost patience on reading my books, so that's a bummer, but I blame that on social media. Fourth, fourth is the absolute WORSE! Depending on my climate and temperature. My species goes through this cycle. Called an oestrus cycle, and for marsupials, it's fucking hell! As through the months of February through September, is when I really feel that she beast consumes me.
The estrus cycling was when the feral symptoms started kicking in. Overwhelming the civil mind that I was disciplined as a young child, to betray its own morality, and hold myself from losing control of humanity. Through these seasons, my mind is constantly filled of naughty thoughts, sounds, flavors, and scents. of jacks (male) opossums. These fantasies affect me physically too, causing me to drool excessively, lactate milk and sweat from my pouch, and drip juice from my vagina, leaking out of my slit. My body just feels so sensitive during those months, and it just won't stop! I tried masturbating to photos of opossum dicks in my nature books, and mating videos online, but it didn't help. All it does is it fuels more desire to these inhuman zoophilic needs to breed. I need to extinguish this heat before I go mad, or else I really am going to turn into a wild jill in this house!
We do have pets, but they're neutered, and not interested in my scent. However, there’re rare times that I'm able to approach a jack, and when I do, I can smell his sex just by being a few feet away, teasing my very pink nose. The closest I remember getting to was to his tail. I just wanted to shove my nose up his musky slit and rim him! It doesn't smell like feces or the play dead chemical, you’re talking to a girl who hates the smell of zoos & farms. What I can only smell is his virile sex! But then, I heard my family yell my name, scolding me for inappropriate behavior. I automatically stood up, dashed into the house, into my room, shut the door and cried. Then I fainted after I heard them knock on my door, playing possum.
Each passing night, I layed in front of the window sill, looking outside the window screen. Listening to the jack's mating calls, watching him scratch at the window screen, licking each other through the holes to taste each others tongues, and slubbed right against me (combination of drooling and cheek rubbing) now If only he can squish his ass against it, but he wouldn't understand. So I'm just stuck here, isolated in a tower, as a jill, waiting for her jack to rescue me from this prison, and fertilize my ovulating eggs once and for all, so I can conceive joeies, birthing the gift of life. I don't know, some Romeo/Juliet archetype I guess?
(This would make a great drawing by the way, but I'm not in the mood to draw that at the moment.)
Dysphoria? Dysphoria?! DYSPHORIA they said?! This isn't dysphoria, this is just fucking unbearable! How the hell do I escape this? Should I just kill myself by becoming road kill? Nah, that's too painful. No, there has to be a way outta here, or if I can't leave, maybe I could sneak out, but how would I do that? I need to make sure everyone in this house is asleep, so maybe somewhere after 12:30 AM or 1:00 AM would be the perfect time.
At dusk, I left out a few bowls of water, others filled with nuts & fruit on the patio steps. Because if multiple opossums meet, they won't kill & cannibalize each other over the lack of food. I'm not a fucking idiot, I know nature isn't this: 0w0 YAY friends! Wanna hang out and stuff? That might be what my lust says, but my brain knows what's real & what's anthropomorphized by human culture & media. We're wild animals scavenging for food, it's a competition between natural selection of life or death.
However, that behavior emerges when in dire situations, like scarcity of resources, but if surrounded by an abundance of resources, the opossums are less likely to attack each other and get along. Though I don't know what to do if it attracts other animals? I guess just run & hide? I don't know. So after a few nights of spring, I patiently waited for the right moment to leave this house. I look at the time, then take a deep breath, knowing that I'm going to be risking a lot and be DOOMED! If I get fucking caught.
I stripped away my human clothes, getting nude, but kept the collar on, because it makes me feel bestial in a domesticated way I guess. What really made me feel wild again, was walking on all fours. I haven't done this in a LONG time! It's so fucking cramp in my room, and I rarely can get any privacy in there, since my family are always there to serve me food. They're very supportive, but they just... Don't want the responsibility of this bestial side of me.
I opened the front door to step outside, it's very dark, but not to me, I have night vision remember? As even the dim moon light of a crescent phase helps me see. The chirping crickets soothing out my worries. I then gently close it, and trot downstairs the patio to see three feral Virginia opossums, and one raccoon snacking on the food I left outside too. I scared the raccoon with my size, but the opossums just saw me and stopped for a second, but since I smell & look like them, they continued where they left off and kept on eating. By the yellowish musk patches on their chests, I can tell two are male, and the other is female. I feel like I'm the nerdy kid who wants to sit next to the cool group at the cafeteria. Now, I'm not going to eat whatever I put out there, maybe sip some water, but the fruit has probably gone warm and filled with bugs. But I wouldn't mind grooming each other and slurping whatever tick or fleas they have. Yeah, I'm not afraid to eat insects, but I don't want them mixed in food I already eat, fucking hypocrite.
Slowly approaching towards one of the jacks, inching closer and closer, till I'm sitting right beside him with my feet criss-cross applesauce on the grass, patiently waiting for him to finish eating. I'm pretty sure he's the same one I saw in my window, recognizing that scent and fur phase color. After finishing eating, he turns around to look and sniff me. The second that wet nose and whiskers touched me, I felt a rush of blood shiver throughout my body. I've never gotten this close to another feral opossum before, I'm both nervous but excited that we can finally interact, and FINALLY FUCKING BR-!...
No no, not yet, I need to be patient. I reach out with my paw to pet him, hopefully not to disturb the feral jack's-, which from this point onward would be known as: Jack-A (who's coat phase is a dark gray) eating, then gently rub his fine coat, which I know is infested with fleas & ticks that I can munch on. I monitor his body language, looking for any signs of distress if he wants me to stop. After I know he's comfortable, I lay by him at the side, inching my nose ever so close to his fur. Finally making contact, then sticking out my long feline-like tongue, to take a long nice lick of his shaggy coat, capturing any parasites and debris that lands on my tongue, then swallowing whatever I caught. If I was still human, I would be poisoning myself right now, but since I'm an opossum, it's somewhat safer to consume. I will admit, it feels weird doing this, but that's just the human side of me adjusting to new experiences, but the bestial side of me is fucking loving it! In fact, it's turning me even more on. I continue to groom Jack-A's fur, cleaning him just like a beast would. Since I can't support my large long head, I gently grab on to him with both of my hands, so that I can now lay down on the ground, and give my neck a break. Closing my eyes, focusing on the exotic flavors and odors of grooming a feral jack with my raw tongue, this shouldn't even feel good, but it does a lot!
When I reached the base of his tail, he started to move again, which I politely let go, but it was enjoyable as long as it lasted. I hope I can do it again soon. I expect that he's going to leave now, but instead, Jack turns around, looks at me, and then I get a whiff of his musk patch... That was the moment I felt that I could go feral jill at any moment. So I stood up, to make sure the beast doesn't eat my humanity from the inside out. Because HOLY SHIT! that's the most marsupial male I've ever smelled, but I bet his sex would have a much more pungent erotic aroma to it.
I wasn't the only one who's excited. Immediately Jack-A begins crawling on top of me. Grabbing on to the fur of my stomach, pulling himself upwards till he was at my pouch. Which I look doward, staring at his adorable handsome little white face, with our noses touching. Then starts chapping his lips, clicking that familiar mating call. If this doesn't mean: I love you, and need to fuck you. Then I don't know what it is. Also those clicks, those harmonic sounds calms me into a hypnotic trance. If I hear that sound directly in my ear, I feel that I'll orgasm just on the spot. Suddenly, I feel something poking at my waist, but what is it? Gently grabbing onto Jack-A with my paws, lifting him away so I can see what's going on, but the second I see that phallic pink color, My slit floods with vaginal lubricant. That's it. his penis... It's hard for me to see since I'm nearsighted, but I recognize that shape anywhere. An opossum's penis is bifurcated, meaning split into two, as well as my vagina, which my body was evolved for him to fit inside me, and fertilize eggs as the same species.
I lower him back onto the ground, and let go. Oh my lord, I'm so in the mood to mate already! Turning around, pointing my behind to his direction for Jack to have a whiff and taste of my wet musky slit, just screaming jill in heat, FUCK ME NOW! Unfortunately to my disappointment, he doesn't start doing anything at all... Hello? Rather, Jack-A turns around & crawls away underneath the patio fence....
What...
B-but (stuttering without vocally speaking to emphasize nervousness? GENIUS! sarcasm) why? Was I not in the correct position? I leave the second Jill, and Jack-B behind, and follow him to see if he changes his mind. I need to get through that fence, but I'm so tall & large that I can't crawl through the wood diamond pattern fence. I decide to pry the pieces off like a lever & smash the remaining pieces with my fists. It took a few hits, but I managed to snap & shatter it to splinters. Now allowing me to have access under the patio. I'll just excuse the vandalism and say it was a bear. Since that was the main worry that my mother had in the first place, I know she'll believe it, plus I rarely am dishonest, so I might get away with it. As I'm half way through the broken fence, staring with thirst at the jack right in front of me. My heart stopped when I heard footsteps above.
OH SHIT someone is awake, and they probably heard that smashing noise! Or the ringing bell on my collar. Quickly, rushing & scooting through that enlarged hole, till I finally get through. Quickly using my foot paws, hands, and tail to swipe in as much debris as I can possibly get a hold of. Then I remained completely silent & motionless. Soon, I heard the front door slide open, and someone stepped outside. It's my mother's voice, and she's calling my name. I hear her scream multiple times, the desperate cry makes me feel horrible that I've made her feel this way. With no response, she walks back inside, whispering to herself that she's admitting to being too harsh on her child. I just... I just feel horrendous, did I really do this? I never planned for my short period of absence to cause a consequence as major as my own caring mother to nearly be sobbing, as I'm not a sadist in any way, more of a masochist by the look of things.
Okay, you know what? That's it! If my feral desires goes out of its way to damage my family's personal property & emotions, then this is seriously a fucking psychological issue that the vet needs to know. Plus, it's fine if I don't get a chance to mate tonight, there's always the next night or month, I can be patient. Alright, time to immediately cease this unhealthy inappropriate behavior.
I wave goodbye to my beloved mate, then turn around to the exit. You know, there's so much more room in here than I expected, that's because there's a bit of a dip near the fence border. However, before I could leave, Jack-B (brown phase coat) walks through the hole I made, now blocking my only way outta here. I’ll just wait till he leaves I guess, but then he starts smacking his lips, luring me with those erotic sounds and odors. Suddenly, I feel something poke at my slit, I turn my head around and see it's Jack-A. His head is right under the tail, probing that prickly little snout between my bubbly ass cheeks, deep into the musky slit, nosing at my wet cunt. His rough yet smooth tongue rubs against the split vaginal tubes, going back and forth, absorbing the raw bestial scent of Didelphianthrope's jill estrus with each lick & sniff.
Jesus! It's too fucking much, I moaned, feeling that my mind is losing it, slowly sinking my humanity into this beastly nirvana. HOLY HELL YES! This is what I need. This is exactly what I was waiting for in this unfortunate pathetic life of mine. I only want to feel the carnal urges, to follow what my instincts imagine and materialize my actions forth into reality. Consuming away whatever failure of a civil person who I was (Not identity death, because that's murder), to be replaced with only a beast. A beast that's unbounded from society, liberated to be naked, walk on all fours, scavenge, snarl, sniff, lick, mate, BREED! My only frames of existence is to be a baby factory, for other beasts to please in order to birth offspring which we bring into this cruel world, so they have an only chance to deserve the love of being conceived by their only nurturing mother. Just keep on repeating these same steps till I finally collapse, falling into a terminal mortal fa-...
Wait?... NO! Snapping myself out of the didelphian instincts, to remind my human mind that what I'm doing is harmful to my family, that I can't just abandon my family like that, that I need to stop! I gotta get outta here before things get worse, and apologize to my mother that I made her feel this way. I try to push away Jack-A with my leg, while I use my arms to shove Jack-B to the side…
BIG. Fucking. Mistake. I should have used one arm instead, because the second that Jack-A locked on to my arms, I knew that I'm both figuratively, and literally going to be fucked alive. I do want this, but I can't do it like this? Mommy, can you please forgive me when I get outta here? Thanks.
Jack-B starts crawling forward onto my arms, he places his paws on my nose, lifting himself on top of my face, as he scurries right on to my muzzle, blinding my sight with his large cat size body, but enhancing the smell. They're not too fast, if he were, my face would be scratched as fuck right now, but my horniness is affecting my reaction time greatly. Plus I'm just stuck in the moment of: should I move? or just accept my fate since they're already so close to me? Eventually Jack-A gets a good grip onto my scalp. I feel him grinding his fluffy jack scrotum against my sensitive nose, and oh god, that smell is just heaven to me! Jack-A stops eating my ass, or is it pussy? Fuck it, we'll just call the cloaca: ass pussy. He places his paw on to my ass, and then the other, climbing up behind my butt, but he knows that he's too short to fit his dick to where my slit is, so he continues to climb. I can feel his foot struggling to get a grip on one of the ass cheeks. slapping it repeatedly, like a spanking that jiggles through the feminine fat rolls. Once he finally got up on top of my back, he scooted his behind near the base of my tail, grinding his marsupial balls right into it too.
Now at this point, I still have a choice, but after this, he becomes my event horizon. Jack-A opens his maw, and bites onto the loose skin & fat at the bottom of neck, the scruff. I tried to be quiet, but in response, I cried out a feminine moan. It doesn't hurt me, in fact it pleases me, but it does something that I never really noticed before, that little nip & tug paralyzed me. But in a weird way, it boosts my sensitivity to climax. Like I can't move, but not because I just can't, it's because I feel like moving any limbs would trigger an immediate orgasm. He then grabs onto my tail, tightly wrapping his around it so that it's no longer blocking my slit. I'm locked into this vulnerable position until he lets go of me, but I already know that these jacks are going to keep me stuck like this for a while. They're going to use my defenseless obese body to mark me as one of their own kind, fill me with their potent seed, and abandon me once they're finished.
I can't see, but feel & smell Jack-B's cock erect out of his slit, which enters directly into my maw, right on to the feline-like tongue, and it tastes just like I imagined it to be. MANLY, & MUSKY. The second I smelled & tasted his pheromones, I felt my humanity abandon me in the rut, but this is only just a tease of what's about to come next. Jack-A's cock erects out of his slit, dangling behind my ass, feeling the hot heat radiating from his sex, and opossums have very low body temperatures mind you, but since we're the same, it feels relatively warm. He begins thrusting, poking his dripping heads under my tail, but misses a couple times, but it isn't long till I feel him hit my mark.
He pushes his dick through my leaking slit, deep down into wet metatherian lateral vaginas, already lubricated from his presence alone. Then finally feeling the pressure of him pressing against the branch, and heads barely tickling the cervixes, annihilating my vaginal virginity once & for all.
OH MY FUCKING GOD! The smell, the taste, the feeling, the warmth, the pressure, it's all just too much. I can't comprehend exactly what they're doing to me right now, nor did I want to. I just wanted to be a frothing jill, mating with jacks as wild feral & anthro virginia opossums, rutting together in our natural habitats, and that's outside in the woods at night, fucking under a human’s house. Plus, there's nothing I can do to stop it. I can't call for help, or my parents would catch me being a natural opossum. I can’t get up or run away, because Jack-A’s bite paralyzes me from getting up. Instead, I'm stuck here with them, forced to enjoy every single moment of becoming an uncivilized beast all over again, and my jill mind quickly accepts its fate, basking in the marsupial orgy.
My body is so sensitive that I could orgasm at any moment, but why can't I? Because you're expecting for opossums to hump like dogs would, fast hard banging. No, our sex is long & gentile, carefully edging one another, which makes it last even longer than that. Our pheromones mixing in our bodily fluids and air that we breathe is driving me further into bestial madness! My mind just thirsts for more of this breeding every second, degenerating me into a desperate marsupial whore who needs it. ALL OF IT! Each slow & ticklish thrust of Jack-A & B massages the back of my tongue, while also simultaneously against the folds along the wet slit, stretching my virgin slit in & out with his hard bifurcated cock.
Even if it feels like it's eternal, the arousal never dies, it can't, it just builds and builds. Eventually to a point that I can't help myself any longer, overstimulating myself to be squirming in place while also moaning soft cries for help. I NEED TO ORGASM! It's impossible to keep myself motionless with all this euphoria overwhelming this chubby body. It's too much, but it just feels SOOOOOOOOOOooooooo fucking amazing! It's relieving to just wriggle under their heavy weight and bite. I constantly whine while those two jacks fuck my front & behind, as well releasing out hisses & soft snarls.
Every second becomes more & more exhausting for me, because I'm an out of shape tub of lard who's running out of stamina, that these two virile jacks in control of the passel gang bang is easily able to continue dominating my mouth and ass cunt while I grow more physically tired of it. Until eventually I run out of energy, and can't move any part of my body any more, and do what I must as a jill didelphianthrope in heat (I say in heat because opossums are more matriarchal when in groups, but my fursona is the exception because she’s too weak to take control, only be controlled). That's to take it! Submission to the feral jacks who desire their sperm inside me is my only fate and desire, and be marked by their strong male scent, to receive their nutritious cream squirting directly into my moist fuck holes. Not because I want to, but because the odor of my jill estrus begs for it.
Each wet hump massages their scent on me, enjoying breathing in the raw stink of jack's musk emitting from their cocks, chest, and backwards marsupial scrotums, where the balls are placed on top of the shaft, rather than below. Everything was building up to this moment. As I finally receive the cream that I desire!
Orgasming as I feel it, multiple times in fact. I feel every single drop of it! Their loads ejaculate inside, splashing deep within my body. First it’s Jack-B who cums, spraying his viscous marsupial semen from his two heads straight inside my mouth, right on to the back of the tongue, slowly seeping down through my throat. Forcing me to swallow as much as I can. The stuff that didn't squirt into my throat mixes with saliva, landing on the taste buds, sapping that erotic delicious feral flavor of an unfilterd, straight from the tap jack’s spunk, while also drooling his fertile semen out of my slobbery, white, whiskered, bestial maw.
Second is Jack-A, the moment I’ve been waiting for since my female puberty began. His hot sticky seed blasts from his split heads, directly targeting the dual cervixes, the slime that two tailed sperm is protected by are glueing to the surfaces deep within my bifurcated uterus, while also around his cock as well. The gooey stuff that doesn’t fit pools out of me, leaking down my slit. Both the fluids filled with swarms of gametes from both ends are stuck to me, till gravity snaps them off, falling to the earth, landing on the dry soil protected from the patio’s roof, pooling onto the ground I’m being held hostage on.
Just when I think it’ll all be over, they keep on thrusting, which’s pressing air into our thick fluids, making it foam a little. My mouth however is a bubble bathtub, hissing and moaning from this forbidden pleasure I’m taking in, It’s all just so warm & messy, and I’m loving ALL of it. No strong minded individual, like myself is able to remain humanly sane from this maximization of pleasure. I’m a mistake of God’s anthropomorphism, no person should be able to go through what I’ve been, because doing so no longer makes us people. I’ve not just been unfortunate to be infected with the form of a Dildelphianthrope, but the mind as one too, and after completing these instincts that soiled my hands. I understand why these other victims of this mutagenic zoonotic virus wouldn’t want to integrate back into a society that works you to death, instead to flip them the finger, drop these clean tools, and keep them forever as our paws.
Eventually, they both come to a halt, and remove their cocks from my two orifices, retracting back into their dirty slits, stringing our bodily fluids till the strong surface tension snaps. Jack-A releases his bite from my neck fat, then hops off, along with Jack-B. Giving me my mobility once again. They then both scurry out of the hole I made, those two handsome little devils abandon me, as a marsupial whore who’s creampied from her front and behind. I wished they stayed though, so they would lick it off me, so that when I get up, it doesn’t spill everywhere in the house, but honestly. I NEVER want to wash out this odor, their masculine jack pheromones mixing with my femminine jill ones is aromatherapeutic. I wish they had mating plugs like boars do, so that the sperm hardens and I’ll be able to keep it inside me like a sow working on making piglets. I would love it if they would bite me whenever I tried to wash away their stench that keeps me marked as their property…
Okay, maybe that’s a little too much, because that’s how abusive relationships begin to develop… I think. I sway my booty from left to right, feeling the sloppy creampie slosh inside my uterus, imagining the joeies I’ll be soon having, since virginia opossums only have a gestation period of 12-13 days. The shortest of all mammals, they’ll be crawling out of me in no time. However it may take a while longer for the sperm to travel upwards the fallopian tubes since I’m a bigger possum than he is. But I seriously don’t want to move, I just want to feel every drop trickling out of my maw and ass pussy. I wish I could just spill it out forever like a goddess’s fountain. Or perhaps it works the other way, I’m stuck here on my chubby belly, just trying to desperately keep my seed inside, then a jack comes along, flipping me over onto my back, somehow that is? Once he does, my orifice is pointing downwards, in which gravity curves our existence to pour it all out of me, while I moan and whine as their cum all falls out, sad that I’m betraying my humanity, but happy to become a naked dirty she beast for us to clean it all off with our inhuman tongues.
Still, it’s not enough, I need more! I need a bukakke of jacks to unload their scent onto me, I fantasize to the idea of being kept in a animal sanctuary, in which I coincidentally unfortunately get myself stuck in a toy pool, and having jack wereopossums inhabiting the exhibit to unload it all over my body, taking turns flooding the insides of me. I can’t escape the bin because I’ll be too exhausted to move, and whenever I stand, I’ll just slip right back in the center like the klutzy girl I am. I need it to be in every tight crevice, to be absorbed into my fur, the pool will begin to rise as my ass pussy can’t fit anymore of their seed inside & outside, increasing the potency of their bestial scent. I’ll constantly squirm, trying to swim my way outta there, attempting everything that I can to escape my fate as a jill in heat. But as more cum collects inside, I’ll just continue to sink into their cum bucket. Marinated in their marsupial male smell, saturating my fur till it’s physically impossible to get anything else on me. Drowning my humanity, and emerging bestiality of a knocked up jill ready to concieve & nurture her joeies as a natural mother...
I continue to jiggle my asscunt a couple times, picturing lewd heairachal & bestial scenarios in my animal head till I feel it’s the time to head back inside. Carefully, I pull my knees closer to my bottom, so my ass is raised in the air so that any of his semen wouldn’t leak. Then I gently scoot forwards till I reach the smashed hole, but I’m certain that I can’t squeeze my butt in there while it’s raised, hoping not to spill a drop. Gently, pushing back my legs, till I’m on my stomach again, swiping away any debris out of the way with my paws, then crawl through. After getting through that tight squeeze, I stand up on my hands & knees, then back on to my feet, walking again on all fours. I use my opposable tail to block my slit, flexing it forward so nothing comes out, only in. I turn around, trotting towards the steps to check if my passel gang is still here, but it seems as if everyone left, well except for one, that of course is Jack-A. I see him sitting near empty food bowls, with not a scrap left inside them, staring at me with his yellow reflective eyes, chapping our happy love song.
I know that’s still risky being out here, especially when the foam makes me appear as a rabid animal to be shot at, and my body is exposed to our front window. I need to be careful not to get caught if my family is still awake, since they know now that I’m gone, they’ll definitely be on the lookout for me. I try to walk past him, but Jack-A can’t help himself either. He smells my estrus and ass cunt dripping with his seed, exciting him once again. I climb up the wooden stairs till I reach the patio’s surface, right next to the sliding doors.
I’m so close! However Jack-A follows me right behind, rubbing his nose between my weak hind legs. I needed to get inside, but these instincts are more powerful than my rational human mind, that I just want to give up on everything I worked for. All this effort was useless, I knew that I lost all sense the time puberty began, I’m trapped in this state of mind, especially after being fed those desires. Why would I want to go back to my family if they’re just going to punish me anyway for what I am? This is where I should belong now, not kept inside a cramped room to remain cellibate, but free to explore nature to reproduce as my heart’s desire. Collapsing back onto my hands & knees, and then belly, as well relaxing tail back, revealing the creampied slit, which is still very sticky & wet. The thoughts of him breeding me again stimulates me in an odd way, my lower lip flares down, showing the yellowish fangs and wet pink gums in this foaming mouth, as well blowing snot out of my nostrils, then the black eyes rolled to the top of my head, as well crossed. Then pushing out his cum, making moist bubbly noises as it drips on the wooden surface, falling through the plank’s gap. Making me wish that there was another jill being bred while I was trapped down there, and the semen that leaked out of her dripped onto me below.
I can’t think, I just can’t think when he’s around. I need him to make me 100% fertilized, that’s impossible to avoid it even if I tried, I just need more cum inside me. Give me joeies NOW! Please just fucking force me to become a marsupial mother, I need to be a jill, I need to be a drooling wet filled beast again, Just please fuck me!! I don’t care if my family finds me like this anymore, I’ve given up on my humanity already, just please make me feral, I don’t deserve to breed with humans, only virginia opossums! Jack understood my body language and submissive pheromones that secreted from these metatherian glands. As before, he dives his nose deep into my musky slit, lapping up the moist creampie that he left behind, I always moan & loll my tongue out of my mouth from the exotic, erotic feeling of being a naked animal having my behind eaten out by another. Like before. he climbs on top of my ass, then wraps his wide jaw around the bottom of my scruff, tugging on it slightly. He positioned himself with his erect cock above the tail, which he wrapped around mine, pushing his split cock deep into my lateral vaginas, tingling my wet folds, breeding me once again with his stinky opossum cock.
Just the odor of it all is enough to make me feral, I just want to feel my slit overflow with his cum over & over again, I don’t need to think, just feel the pleasures of being a wild animal. I couldn’t keep quiet, nor was I ever silent, I moaned & snarled every time he gently rubbed my g-spot with his shaft, and tips. It feels so natural to just do it out in the open, have his fluids shot inside, and pour out of my slimy ass pussy to later lick off with my clean filthy tongue. If I could still speak, I would be begging for more joeies, and crying that I’m so full, but OH MY FUCKING GOD! I need all 13 of them to be inside my pouch when he’s finished. Please, give me so much joeies that my pouch stretches, annihilating my marsupium virginity. I need my babies now! Or, whenever this oven finishes preheating. I don’t fucking know, I’m running out of comparisons to objectify my gender, I just feel the need to be a mommy jill soon.
After what felt like half an hour, the jack on top squirts another double load deep inside my slimy lateral vaginas, giving me a second coating of his potent cum, making me feel as a whole jill again. I couldn’t wait for a third, but then I heard footsteps, stomping inside the house. It was that moment I knew, I fucked up, big time, like, REALLY BIG! Even though I admitted seconds ago I don’t care, but now the hypocrite does. When the light’s flipped on, I passed out from fear, and played possum.
I wake up, and I’m inside my own room, laying on my back, on the bed, with a piece of paper attached to my chest, a towel underneath to soak up the mess.
Picking up the paper, finding out it’s a set of instructions from my parents. It says:
Take a shower to clean yourself up.
Return to your bed.
We’re going back to the vet in the morning, your father and I have set up an early appointment.
Love, mom
So I did, and waited for the next day. I don’t want to get into the details of what I had to tell my family, I couldn’t even look at them, because I just felt so ashamed & just caught red handed on the spot. Plus, it would just sound really awkward, so just trust. Anyways, they drove me back to the vet to do some tests… Oh boy.
Now Identifying the pregnancy of a marsupial is one of the hardest things to do, why? Well, if you paid attention in class, or read from what I have, marsupial’s are non placental mammals, or metatherians. (You want mindless porn? Nah, you’re getting an education instead. Zoology is crucial to understand how this works). Meaning we don’t have a placenta to give our embryo's nutrients, so instead, they have to recieve it from our pouch. Now, they don’t have any ultrasound technology at the vet where I’m currently at, but even if they did, they would need to locate a tiny coin sized baby in my double uteruses. What about a pregnancy test? No, my body doesn’t produce the hormones that signifies that I’m pregnant, because marsupials don’t really need it, if they were to detect any jill hormones, then it would be the hormone that releases during mating season. I said that this was an estrous earlier, but I’m pretty sure marsupials don’t have estrous cycles, but these symptoms do feel like it’s the lustful madness of heat. Overall, what the fuck is the point of finding out if a marsupial is pregnant or not? You can just abort the little shit once it pops right out that snatch. What I’m basically saying is that all of this is inconsequential, I’m not going to risk dying or permanently damage myself if I give birth to fucking tiny joey.
So the vet doesn't know if I’m pregnant, and doesn't care, shocking sarcasm. If I am, then a feral joey would trinkle their way out of there in 11 days, because the virginia opossum has the shortest gestation period of all mammals, and can give birth to up to 20-50 joeies. The vet said that they just have to wait & see what happens, and sent us back home. After a few days passed, it was finally the day I gave birth to my first joey.
I was minding my own business reading books & what not when I felt something churning in my groin area, it didn’t hurt, thank god, but I can definitely feel it passing through. An instinct inside my head wanted me to contract my body in a way where my slit is pointing at my pouch, as a way to get the joey quickly in there. I curled myself in that position as much as I could, I’m sorta flexible, but the fat makes it difficult, and out dripped a bit of blood & other embryonic debris, till I saw my pink flesh red little joey with his large beady black eyes, swimming through my fur with his little claws, sniffing their way into my pouch. A few more days passed, and I gave birth to another, and then another, and another, and another, Until before I realize it, I have all 13 joeies attached to my nipples, suckling in my milk, the other 37 unfortunately starved to death, dehydrated in my panties, fat folds, and eaten by the pets that fell off.
Now, I let mother nature take hold of me, and let the maternity instincts run wild. First, I need to help my joeies defecate by licking their bellies, as well as keeping my pouch clean of their droppings… Ew, gross, but it’s just my digested milk, so it doesn’t bother me that much. Second, I need to thermally regulate my pouch, as they’re not mature enough for homeostasis. Opening & closing it every once & a while to keep them warm, not too hot, or not too cold.
As everyday passed, they got bigger & bigger, growing fur, developed more complex organs, my pouch was permanently stretched to fit them all in, losing my maternal virginity, becoming a marsupial mother, a jill. When they crawled out, and weaned on hard food instead of my milk, I always felt the need to be a beast. I thought it was difficult to remain civil before, but now that I’m carrying & nurturing offspring, it’s now impossible to do so. I always masturbate while they’re squirming their little heads & limbs inside my pouch, rubbing against my sensitive breasts, 11 teats, and breast wall, they’re just so ticklish that it's producing such a forbidden arousal. I say forbidden, because I feel this would be pedophillia, but it’s already zoophilia, so fuck it.
The way they emerge, crawling all over me like a jungle gym just gets me in the mood to be down onto all fours, in a more comfortable and bestial position. If I ever lose any of them, I simply need to click to call the babies back into my pouch, and they will call back with a high pitched squeak.
The main thing are always the pheromones, those fucking enticing pheremones. You know how you recognize that new baby smell of a newborn when you walk into a nursery, and no I’m not talking about their diaper. That’s exactly what my joeies’s scents are doing to me, my animal mind, the instincts that flows through my bubbly thoughts, I just want to be a marsupial mother, a need to cherish my little young, till they’re old enough to be independent, maturing into healthy horny jills & jacks to live on making the next generation.
They make me feel so horny to be a beast mother, I just want to eat out of a bowl with my face, walk on my hands & feet, drool all over, groom my coat & babies, toilet in a litter box, build a den, lay on a dog bed, rest inside a cage, hunt grub and bugs, breed again, sniff everything. I couldn’t think of human thoughts anymore, and in the first moment of my life, I was happy just to be a pet possum. Having joeies didn’t just make me believe I was a jill, it actually truly turned me into one, and I never want to go back to my boring life. Even when it disturbed my parents, I couldn’t help myself but to remain in the mind of a virginia opossum. & It was exactly this, that the last straw was drawn.
They didn’t feel comfortable with how I was behaving around them, so they thought if they donated my joeies to an animal shelter, I’ll go back to acting normal again, nope. Depending on climate, the breeding cycle of a virginia opossum depends if they’re ovulating or not. For the north, it’s February through September. While in the south, it’s January through August. Meaning my heat is going to go on for the next 7 months! I kept on sneaking out, getting bred, and knocked up, bred, and knocked up, bred, and knocked up. Till I'm not even allowed to leave the house alone during those months. But fortunately, jacks do manage to squeeze their way into the garage, and that’s where I got bred & knocked up again.
It was at this point my parents had enough, and had to accept that their son… Err, I guess now their daughter. Is too feral in the mind to be a person anymore. I mean, I could still be a person if I wanted to, I just can’t, because why would I be one to waste my life away to be exploited for some corporation's profit. I’d rather stick to being a pet opossum, life is just so much easier this way, no work, no stress, just happy, horny, bestial thoughts. Not saying I won’t do 2+2 if I needed to, just, it feels natural to be a didelphianthrope.
So they packed up all my stuff, and dropped me off at the vet. Not without saying goodbye first, and who knows, I might see them again, but I prefer if they don’t. It was then that the vet transported me to an indoor zoo, where I can interact with other like minded feral & virginia wereopossums. A place where I can finally be at peace with my animal nature, a little environment that I would mark as my new home. Plus, I can’t wait to be bred by a jack wereopossum, not only would they penetrate deeper, but I bet they’ll fill me in one cum shot.
I remember the vet saying it's nothing to be worried about, only the feral animals are contagious. That's good news, because that means I can still live with my family together, and not be transported to the zoo like the other victims of the pandemic, as I'm not feral in the head… Yet. They did say that this could change in the future if my brain were to further continue its mutation into a didelphianthrope brain. You see, since the mind is a flexible, yet fragile system. The body changes before the mind, as the nervous system is the last to be affected by the mutations of this zoonotic virus. They don't know if it has stopped mutating, or will continue to mutate. They suggest I should be monitored and treated as an animal I've become, as behaving human may cause dysphoria. Not everyone who's been transformed by this zoonotic TF virus suffers from this though. Their main worry was if my life span was shortened from the virus, since everyone else's life span seems to be unaffected so far, I was probably safe.
Now my family, who's religiously christian, say otherwise. Not because they're bigoted of who I am, or prejudice of what I became. They just feel uncomfortable doing this to their child, which could be seen as a sin in their faith, and overall, it's just weird. I’m surprised they even still believe in an anthropomorphic deity after what’s happening to everyone.
So they kept on treating me like I was still their human son. DAM IT! I couldn't even take advantage of this new form even if I wanted to. Hyper sensitive smell, night vision [well not infrared, just increased brightness because tapetum lucidum {retro reflective retinas}], feet hands, opposable tail, sensitive vibrissae (whiskers). I have these new abilities & I don't even have permission to use them? Whatever, at least I can still consume human food, but I should at least be cautious of grapes and chocolate. I at least researched through my bookshelf to learn more about my species. Also, they took me out of elementary school, and into home school because of bullies, there were animal people too, just for other reasons.
I kinda got bored with what I was wearing, and experimented with my new gender & sex. Trying on feminine clothing and what not, which is kinda more nonbinary with the goth & punk aesthetic, I guess it's not too bad. The only thing they allowed me to do was wear the collar, but not in public. So far, everything looked good, but then, puberty hits!
As the time passed, the female hormones that's in my endocrine system began to affect my body & mind. I grew taller, subcutaneous weight distributed to my thighs, giving me curvy hips, the breasts inside my pouch enlarged to C cups, and then to a D after I gained weight. Another thing I noticed was that the pouch hole is like a prolate [not prolapse] ellipse sphincter, I can squeeze it open using muscles on my ribcage. If it gets big enough, then out comes two mostly bald boobies, and if you lift them up, you’ll see the extra 11 marsupial teats at the bottom. I eventually wanted to get nipple piercings for my breasts, but they’re no longer the size of human nipples, so that’s unfortunate. Though it’s not as bad as the height change, what was the most annoying, since I can no longer fit in a cage or crawl in pillow forts. The psychological changes came next: The first sign is that it dampened my response to arousal, meaning it takes much more effort to feel horny. Second, is that I'm losing a little more control of mood, I get random mood swings here & there, but it's not too bad. I've lost patience on reading my books, so that's a bummer, but I blame that on social media. Fourth, fourth is the absolute WORSE! Depending on my climate and temperature. My species goes through this cycle. Called an oestrus cycle, and for marsupials, it's fucking hell! As through the months of February through September, is when I really feel that she beast consumes me.
The estrus cycling was when the feral symptoms started kicking in. Overwhelming the civil mind that I was disciplined as a young child, to betray its own morality, and hold myself from losing control of humanity. Through these seasons, my mind is constantly filled of naughty thoughts, sounds, flavors, and scents. of jacks (male) opossums. These fantasies affect me physically too, causing me to drool excessively, lactate milk and sweat from my pouch, and drip juice from my vagina, leaking out of my slit. My body just feels so sensitive during those months, and it just won't stop! I tried masturbating to photos of opossum dicks in my nature books, and mating videos online, but it didn't help. All it does is it fuels more desire to these inhuman zoophilic needs to breed. I need to extinguish this heat before I go mad, or else I really am going to turn into a wild jill in this house!
We do have pets, but they're neutered, and not interested in my scent. However, there’re rare times that I'm able to approach a jack, and when I do, I can smell his sex just by being a few feet away, teasing my very pink nose. The closest I remember getting to was to his tail. I just wanted to shove my nose up his musky slit and rim him! It doesn't smell like feces or the play dead chemical, you’re talking to a girl who hates the smell of zoos & farms. What I can only smell is his virile sex! But then, I heard my family yell my name, scolding me for inappropriate behavior. I automatically stood up, dashed into the house, into my room, shut the door and cried. Then I fainted after I heard them knock on my door, playing possum.
Each passing night, I layed in front of the window sill, looking outside the window screen. Listening to the jack's mating calls, watching him scratch at the window screen, licking each other through the holes to taste each others tongues, and slubbed right against me (combination of drooling and cheek rubbing) now If only he can squish his ass against it, but he wouldn't understand. So I'm just stuck here, isolated in a tower, as a jill, waiting for her jack to rescue me from this prison, and fertilize my ovulating eggs once and for all, so I can conceive joeies, birthing the gift of life. I don't know, some Romeo/Juliet archetype I guess?
(This would make a great drawing by the way, but I'm not in the mood to draw that at the moment.)
Dysphoria? Dysphoria?! DYSPHORIA they said?! This isn't dysphoria, this is just fucking unbearable! How the hell do I escape this? Should I just kill myself by becoming road kill? Nah, that's too painful. No, there has to be a way outta here, or if I can't leave, maybe I could sneak out, but how would I do that? I need to make sure everyone in this house is asleep, so maybe somewhere after 12:30 AM or 1:00 AM would be the perfect time.
At dusk, I left out a few bowls of water, others filled with nuts & fruit on the patio steps. Because if multiple opossums meet, they won't kill & cannibalize each other over the lack of food. I'm not a fucking idiot, I know nature isn't this: 0w0 YAY friends! Wanna hang out and stuff? That might be what my lust says, but my brain knows what's real & what's anthropomorphized by human culture & media. We're wild animals scavenging for food, it's a competition between natural selection of life or death.
However, that behavior emerges when in dire situations, like scarcity of resources, but if surrounded by an abundance of resources, the opossums are less likely to attack each other and get along. Though I don't know what to do if it attracts other animals? I guess just run & hide? I don't know. So after a few nights of spring, I patiently waited for the right moment to leave this house. I look at the time, then take a deep breath, knowing that I'm going to be risking a lot and be DOOMED! If I get fucking caught.
I stripped away my human clothes, getting nude, but kept the collar on, because it makes me feel bestial in a domesticated way I guess. What really made me feel wild again, was walking on all fours. I haven't done this in a LONG time! It's so fucking cramp in my room, and I rarely can get any privacy in there, since my family are always there to serve me food. They're very supportive, but they just... Don't want the responsibility of this bestial side of me.
I opened the front door to step outside, it's very dark, but not to me, I have night vision remember? As even the dim moon light of a crescent phase helps me see. The chirping crickets soothing out my worries. I then gently close it, and trot downstairs the patio to see three feral Virginia opossums, and one raccoon snacking on the food I left outside too. I scared the raccoon with my size, but the opossums just saw me and stopped for a second, but since I smell & look like them, they continued where they left off and kept on eating. By the yellowish musk patches on their chests, I can tell two are male, and the other is female. I feel like I'm the nerdy kid who wants to sit next to the cool group at the cafeteria. Now, I'm not going to eat whatever I put out there, maybe sip some water, but the fruit has probably gone warm and filled with bugs. But I wouldn't mind grooming each other and slurping whatever tick or fleas they have. Yeah, I'm not afraid to eat insects, but I don't want them mixed in food I already eat, fucking hypocrite.
Slowly approaching towards one of the jacks, inching closer and closer, till I'm sitting right beside him with my feet criss-cross applesauce on the grass, patiently waiting for him to finish eating. I'm pretty sure he's the same one I saw in my window, recognizing that scent and fur phase color. After finishing eating, he turns around to look and sniff me. The second that wet nose and whiskers touched me, I felt a rush of blood shiver throughout my body. I've never gotten this close to another feral opossum before, I'm both nervous but excited that we can finally interact, and FINALLY FUCKING BR-!...
No no, not yet, I need to be patient. I reach out with my paw to pet him, hopefully not to disturb the feral jack's-, which from this point onward would be known as: Jack-A (who's coat phase is a dark gray) eating, then gently rub his fine coat, which I know is infested with fleas & ticks that I can munch on. I monitor his body language, looking for any signs of distress if he wants me to stop. After I know he's comfortable, I lay by him at the side, inching my nose ever so close to his fur. Finally making contact, then sticking out my long feline-like tongue, to take a long nice lick of his shaggy coat, capturing any parasites and debris that lands on my tongue, then swallowing whatever I caught. If I was still human, I would be poisoning myself right now, but since I'm an opossum, it's somewhat safer to consume. I will admit, it feels weird doing this, but that's just the human side of me adjusting to new experiences, but the bestial side of me is fucking loving it! In fact, it's turning me even more on. I continue to groom Jack-A's fur, cleaning him just like a beast would. Since I can't support my large long head, I gently grab on to him with both of my hands, so that I can now lay down on the ground, and give my neck a break. Closing my eyes, focusing on the exotic flavors and odors of grooming a feral jack with my raw tongue, this shouldn't even feel good, but it does a lot!
When I reached the base of his tail, he started to move again, which I politely let go, but it was enjoyable as long as it lasted. I hope I can do it again soon. I expect that he's going to leave now, but instead, Jack turns around, looks at me, and then I get a whiff of his musk patch... That was the moment I felt that I could go feral jill at any moment. So I stood up, to make sure the beast doesn't eat my humanity from the inside out. Because HOLY SHIT! that's the most marsupial male I've ever smelled, but I bet his sex would have a much more pungent erotic aroma to it.
I wasn't the only one who's excited. Immediately Jack-A begins crawling on top of me. Grabbing on to the fur of my stomach, pulling himself upwards till he was at my pouch. Which I look doward, staring at his adorable handsome little white face, with our noses touching. Then starts chapping his lips, clicking that familiar mating call. If this doesn't mean: I love you, and need to fuck you. Then I don't know what it is. Also those clicks, those harmonic sounds calms me into a hypnotic trance. If I hear that sound directly in my ear, I feel that I'll orgasm just on the spot. Suddenly, I feel something poking at my waist, but what is it? Gently grabbing onto Jack-A with my paws, lifting him away so I can see what's going on, but the second I see that phallic pink color, My slit floods with vaginal lubricant. That's it. his penis... It's hard for me to see since I'm nearsighted, but I recognize that shape anywhere. An opossum's penis is bifurcated, meaning split into two, as well as my vagina, which my body was evolved for him to fit inside me, and fertilize eggs as the same species.
I lower him back onto the ground, and let go. Oh my lord, I'm so in the mood to mate already! Turning around, pointing my behind to his direction for Jack to have a whiff and taste of my wet musky slit, just screaming jill in heat, FUCK ME NOW! Unfortunately to my disappointment, he doesn't start doing anything at all... Hello? Rather, Jack-A turns around & crawls away underneath the patio fence....
What...
B-but (stuttering without vocally speaking to emphasize nervousness? GENIUS! sarcasm) why? Was I not in the correct position? I leave the second Jill, and Jack-B behind, and follow him to see if he changes his mind. I need to get through that fence, but I'm so tall & large that I can't crawl through the wood diamond pattern fence. I decide to pry the pieces off like a lever & smash the remaining pieces with my fists. It took a few hits, but I managed to snap & shatter it to splinters. Now allowing me to have access under the patio. I'll just excuse the vandalism and say it was a bear. Since that was the main worry that my mother had in the first place, I know she'll believe it, plus I rarely am dishonest, so I might get away with it. As I'm half way through the broken fence, staring with thirst at the jack right in front of me. My heart stopped when I heard footsteps above.
OH SHIT someone is awake, and they probably heard that smashing noise! Or the ringing bell on my collar. Quickly, rushing & scooting through that enlarged hole, till I finally get through. Quickly using my foot paws, hands, and tail to swipe in as much debris as I can possibly get a hold of. Then I remained completely silent & motionless. Soon, I heard the front door slide open, and someone stepped outside. It's my mother's voice, and she's calling my name. I hear her scream multiple times, the desperate cry makes me feel horrible that I've made her feel this way. With no response, she walks back inside, whispering to herself that she's admitting to being too harsh on her child. I just... I just feel horrendous, did I really do this? I never planned for my short period of absence to cause a consequence as major as my own caring mother to nearly be sobbing, as I'm not a sadist in any way, more of a masochist by the look of things.
Okay, you know what? That's it! If my feral desires goes out of its way to damage my family's personal property & emotions, then this is seriously a fucking psychological issue that the vet needs to know. Plus, it's fine if I don't get a chance to mate tonight, there's always the next night or month, I can be patient. Alright, time to immediately cease this unhealthy inappropriate behavior.
I wave goodbye to my beloved mate, then turn around to the exit. You know, there's so much more room in here than I expected, that's because there's a bit of a dip near the fence border. However, before I could leave, Jack-B (brown phase coat) walks through the hole I made, now blocking my only way outta here. I’ll just wait till he leaves I guess, but then he starts smacking his lips, luring me with those erotic sounds and odors. Suddenly, I feel something poke at my slit, I turn my head around and see it's Jack-A. His head is right under the tail, probing that prickly little snout between my bubbly ass cheeks, deep into the musky slit, nosing at my wet cunt. His rough yet smooth tongue rubs against the split vaginal tubes, going back and forth, absorbing the raw bestial scent of Didelphianthrope's jill estrus with each lick & sniff.
Jesus! It's too fucking much, I moaned, feeling that my mind is losing it, slowly sinking my humanity into this beastly nirvana. HOLY HELL YES! This is what I need. This is exactly what I was waiting for in this unfortunate pathetic life of mine. I only want to feel the carnal urges, to follow what my instincts imagine and materialize my actions forth into reality. Consuming away whatever failure of a civil person who I was (Not identity death, because that's murder), to be replaced with only a beast. A beast that's unbounded from society, liberated to be naked, walk on all fours, scavenge, snarl, sniff, lick, mate, BREED! My only frames of existence is to be a baby factory, for other beasts to please in order to birth offspring which we bring into this cruel world, so they have an only chance to deserve the love of being conceived by their only nurturing mother. Just keep on repeating these same steps till I finally collapse, falling into a terminal mortal fa-...
Wait?... NO! Snapping myself out of the didelphian instincts, to remind my human mind that what I'm doing is harmful to my family, that I can't just abandon my family like that, that I need to stop! I gotta get outta here before things get worse, and apologize to my mother that I made her feel this way. I try to push away Jack-A with my leg, while I use my arms to shove Jack-B to the side…
BIG. Fucking. Mistake. I should have used one arm instead, because the second that Jack-A locked on to my arms, I knew that I'm both figuratively, and literally going to be fucked alive. I do want this, but I can't do it like this? Mommy, can you please forgive me when I get outta here? Thanks.
Jack-B starts crawling forward onto my arms, he places his paws on my nose, lifting himself on top of my face, as he scurries right on to my muzzle, blinding my sight with his large cat size body, but enhancing the smell. They're not too fast, if he were, my face would be scratched as fuck right now, but my horniness is affecting my reaction time greatly. Plus I'm just stuck in the moment of: should I move? or just accept my fate since they're already so close to me? Eventually Jack-A gets a good grip onto my scalp. I feel him grinding his fluffy jack scrotum against my sensitive nose, and oh god, that smell is just heaven to me! Jack-A stops eating my ass, or is it pussy? Fuck it, we'll just call the cloaca: ass pussy. He places his paw on to my ass, and then the other, climbing up behind my butt, but he knows that he's too short to fit his dick to where my slit is, so he continues to climb. I can feel his foot struggling to get a grip on one of the ass cheeks. slapping it repeatedly, like a spanking that jiggles through the feminine fat rolls. Once he finally got up on top of my back, he scooted his behind near the base of my tail, grinding his marsupial balls right into it too.
Now at this point, I still have a choice, but after this, he becomes my event horizon. Jack-A opens his maw, and bites onto the loose skin & fat at the bottom of neck, the scruff. I tried to be quiet, but in response, I cried out a feminine moan. It doesn't hurt me, in fact it pleases me, but it does something that I never really noticed before, that little nip & tug paralyzed me. But in a weird way, it boosts my sensitivity to climax. Like I can't move, but not because I just can't, it's because I feel like moving any limbs would trigger an immediate orgasm. He then grabs onto my tail, tightly wrapping his around it so that it's no longer blocking my slit. I'm locked into this vulnerable position until he lets go of me, but I already know that these jacks are going to keep me stuck like this for a while. They're going to use my defenseless obese body to mark me as one of their own kind, fill me with their potent seed, and abandon me once they're finished.
I can't see, but feel & smell Jack-B's cock erect out of his slit, which enters directly into my maw, right on to the feline-like tongue, and it tastes just like I imagined it to be. MANLY, & MUSKY. The second I smelled & tasted his pheromones, I felt my humanity abandon me in the rut, but this is only just a tease of what's about to come next. Jack-A's cock erects out of his slit, dangling behind my ass, feeling the hot heat radiating from his sex, and opossums have very low body temperatures mind you, but since we're the same, it feels relatively warm. He begins thrusting, poking his dripping heads under my tail, but misses a couple times, but it isn't long till I feel him hit my mark.
He pushes his dick through my leaking slit, deep down into wet metatherian lateral vaginas, already lubricated from his presence alone. Then finally feeling the pressure of him pressing against the branch, and heads barely tickling the cervixes, annihilating my vaginal virginity once & for all.
OH MY FUCKING GOD! The smell, the taste, the feeling, the warmth, the pressure, it's all just too much. I can't comprehend exactly what they're doing to me right now, nor did I want to. I just wanted to be a frothing jill, mating with jacks as wild feral & anthro virginia opossums, rutting together in our natural habitats, and that's outside in the woods at night, fucking under a human’s house. Plus, there's nothing I can do to stop it. I can't call for help, or my parents would catch me being a natural opossum. I can’t get up or run away, because Jack-A’s bite paralyzes me from getting up. Instead, I'm stuck here with them, forced to enjoy every single moment of becoming an uncivilized beast all over again, and my jill mind quickly accepts its fate, basking in the marsupial orgy.
My body is so sensitive that I could orgasm at any moment, but why can't I? Because you're expecting for opossums to hump like dogs would, fast hard banging. No, our sex is long & gentile, carefully edging one another, which makes it last even longer than that. Our pheromones mixing in our bodily fluids and air that we breathe is driving me further into bestial madness! My mind just thirsts for more of this breeding every second, degenerating me into a desperate marsupial whore who needs it. ALL OF IT! Each slow & ticklish thrust of Jack-A & B massages the back of my tongue, while also simultaneously against the folds along the wet slit, stretching my virgin slit in & out with his hard bifurcated cock.
Even if it feels like it's eternal, the arousal never dies, it can't, it just builds and builds. Eventually to a point that I can't help myself any longer, overstimulating myself to be squirming in place while also moaning soft cries for help. I NEED TO ORGASM! It's impossible to keep myself motionless with all this euphoria overwhelming this chubby body. It's too much, but it just feels SOOOOOOOOOOooooooo fucking amazing! It's relieving to just wriggle under their heavy weight and bite. I constantly whine while those two jacks fuck my front & behind, as well releasing out hisses & soft snarls.
Every second becomes more & more exhausting for me, because I'm an out of shape tub of lard who's running out of stamina, that these two virile jacks in control of the passel gang bang is easily able to continue dominating my mouth and ass cunt while I grow more physically tired of it. Until eventually I run out of energy, and can't move any part of my body any more, and do what I must as a jill didelphianthrope in heat (I say in heat because opossums are more matriarchal when in groups, but my fursona is the exception because she’s too weak to take control, only be controlled). That's to take it! Submission to the feral jacks who desire their sperm inside me is my only fate and desire, and be marked by their strong male scent, to receive their nutritious cream squirting directly into my moist fuck holes. Not because I want to, but because the odor of my jill estrus begs for it.
Each wet hump massages their scent on me, enjoying breathing in the raw stink of jack's musk emitting from their cocks, chest, and backwards marsupial scrotums, where the balls are placed on top of the shaft, rather than below. Everything was building up to this moment. As I finally receive the cream that I desire!
Orgasming as I feel it, multiple times in fact. I feel every single drop of it! Their loads ejaculate inside, splashing deep within my body. First it’s Jack-B who cums, spraying his viscous marsupial semen from his two heads straight inside my mouth, right on to the back of the tongue, slowly seeping down through my throat. Forcing me to swallow as much as I can. The stuff that didn't squirt into my throat mixes with saliva, landing on the taste buds, sapping that erotic delicious feral flavor of an unfilterd, straight from the tap jack’s spunk, while also drooling his fertile semen out of my slobbery, white, whiskered, bestial maw.
Second is Jack-A, the moment I’ve been waiting for since my female puberty began. His hot sticky seed blasts from his split heads, directly targeting the dual cervixes, the slime that two tailed sperm is protected by are glueing to the surfaces deep within my bifurcated uterus, while also around his cock as well. The gooey stuff that doesn’t fit pools out of me, leaking down my slit. Both the fluids filled with swarms of gametes from both ends are stuck to me, till gravity snaps them off, falling to the earth, landing on the dry soil protected from the patio’s roof, pooling onto the ground I’m being held hostage on.
Just when I think it’ll all be over, they keep on thrusting, which’s pressing air into our thick fluids, making it foam a little. My mouth however is a bubble bathtub, hissing and moaning from this forbidden pleasure I’m taking in, It’s all just so warm & messy, and I’m loving ALL of it. No strong minded individual, like myself is able to remain humanly sane from this maximization of pleasure. I’m a mistake of God’s anthropomorphism, no person should be able to go through what I’ve been, because doing so no longer makes us people. I’ve not just been unfortunate to be infected with the form of a Dildelphianthrope, but the mind as one too, and after completing these instincts that soiled my hands. I understand why these other victims of this mutagenic zoonotic virus wouldn’t want to integrate back into a society that works you to death, instead to flip them the finger, drop these clean tools, and keep them forever as our paws.
Eventually, they both come to a halt, and remove their cocks from my two orifices, retracting back into their dirty slits, stringing our bodily fluids till the strong surface tension snaps. Jack-A releases his bite from my neck fat, then hops off, along with Jack-B. Giving me my mobility once again. They then both scurry out of the hole I made, those two handsome little devils abandon me, as a marsupial whore who’s creampied from her front and behind. I wished they stayed though, so they would lick it off me, so that when I get up, it doesn’t spill everywhere in the house, but honestly. I NEVER want to wash out this odor, their masculine jack pheromones mixing with my femminine jill ones is aromatherapeutic. I wish they had mating plugs like boars do, so that the sperm hardens and I’ll be able to keep it inside me like a sow working on making piglets. I would love it if they would bite me whenever I tried to wash away their stench that keeps me marked as their property…
Okay, maybe that’s a little too much, because that’s how abusive relationships begin to develop… I think. I sway my booty from left to right, feeling the sloppy creampie slosh inside my uterus, imagining the joeies I’ll be soon having, since virginia opossums only have a gestation period of 12-13 days. The shortest of all mammals, they’ll be crawling out of me in no time. However it may take a while longer for the sperm to travel upwards the fallopian tubes since I’m a bigger possum than he is. But I seriously don’t want to move, I just want to feel every drop trickling out of my maw and ass pussy. I wish I could just spill it out forever like a goddess’s fountain. Or perhaps it works the other way, I’m stuck here on my chubby belly, just trying to desperately keep my seed inside, then a jack comes along, flipping me over onto my back, somehow that is? Once he does, my orifice is pointing downwards, in which gravity curves our existence to pour it all out of me, while I moan and whine as their cum all falls out, sad that I’m betraying my humanity, but happy to become a naked dirty she beast for us to clean it all off with our inhuman tongues.
Still, it’s not enough, I need more! I need a bukakke of jacks to unload their scent onto me, I fantasize to the idea of being kept in a animal sanctuary, in which I coincidentally unfortunately get myself stuck in a toy pool, and having jack wereopossums inhabiting the exhibit to unload it all over my body, taking turns flooding the insides of me. I can’t escape the bin because I’ll be too exhausted to move, and whenever I stand, I’ll just slip right back in the center like the klutzy girl I am. I need it to be in every tight crevice, to be absorbed into my fur, the pool will begin to rise as my ass pussy can’t fit anymore of their seed inside & outside, increasing the potency of their bestial scent. I’ll constantly squirm, trying to swim my way outta there, attempting everything that I can to escape my fate as a jill in heat. But as more cum collects inside, I’ll just continue to sink into their cum bucket. Marinated in their marsupial male smell, saturating my fur till it’s physically impossible to get anything else on me. Drowning my humanity, and emerging bestiality of a knocked up jill ready to concieve & nurture her joeies as a natural mother...
I continue to jiggle my asscunt a couple times, picturing lewd heairachal & bestial scenarios in my animal head till I feel it’s the time to head back inside. Carefully, I pull my knees closer to my bottom, so my ass is raised in the air so that any of his semen wouldn’t leak. Then I gently scoot forwards till I reach the smashed hole, but I’m certain that I can’t squeeze my butt in there while it’s raised, hoping not to spill a drop. Gently, pushing back my legs, till I’m on my stomach again, swiping away any debris out of the way with my paws, then crawl through. After getting through that tight squeeze, I stand up on my hands & knees, then back on to my feet, walking again on all fours. I use my opposable tail to block my slit, flexing it forward so nothing comes out, only in. I turn around, trotting towards the steps to check if my passel gang is still here, but it seems as if everyone left, well except for one, that of course is Jack-A. I see him sitting near empty food bowls, with not a scrap left inside them, staring at me with his yellow reflective eyes, chapping our happy love song.
I know that’s still risky being out here, especially when the foam makes me appear as a rabid animal to be shot at, and my body is exposed to our front window. I need to be careful not to get caught if my family is still awake, since they know now that I’m gone, they’ll definitely be on the lookout for me. I try to walk past him, but Jack-A can’t help himself either. He smells my estrus and ass cunt dripping with his seed, exciting him once again. I climb up the wooden stairs till I reach the patio’s surface, right next to the sliding doors.
I’m so close! However Jack-A follows me right behind, rubbing his nose between my weak hind legs. I needed to get inside, but these instincts are more powerful than my rational human mind, that I just want to give up on everything I worked for. All this effort was useless, I knew that I lost all sense the time puberty began, I’m trapped in this state of mind, especially after being fed those desires. Why would I want to go back to my family if they’re just going to punish me anyway for what I am? This is where I should belong now, not kept inside a cramped room to remain cellibate, but free to explore nature to reproduce as my heart’s desire. Collapsing back onto my hands & knees, and then belly, as well relaxing tail back, revealing the creampied slit, which is still very sticky & wet. The thoughts of him breeding me again stimulates me in an odd way, my lower lip flares down, showing the yellowish fangs and wet pink gums in this foaming mouth, as well blowing snot out of my nostrils, then the black eyes rolled to the top of my head, as well crossed. Then pushing out his cum, making moist bubbly noises as it drips on the wooden surface, falling through the plank’s gap. Making me wish that there was another jill being bred while I was trapped down there, and the semen that leaked out of her dripped onto me below.
I can’t think, I just can’t think when he’s around. I need him to make me 100% fertilized, that’s impossible to avoid it even if I tried, I just need more cum inside me. Give me joeies NOW! Please just fucking force me to become a marsupial mother, I need to be a jill, I need to be a drooling wet filled beast again, Just please fuck me!! I don’t care if my family finds me like this anymore, I’ve given up on my humanity already, just please make me feral, I don’t deserve to breed with humans, only virginia opossums! Jack understood my body language and submissive pheromones that secreted from these metatherian glands. As before, he dives his nose deep into my musky slit, lapping up the moist creampie that he left behind, I always moan & loll my tongue out of my mouth from the exotic, erotic feeling of being a naked animal having my behind eaten out by another. Like before. he climbs on top of my ass, then wraps his wide jaw around the bottom of my scruff, tugging on it slightly. He positioned himself with his erect cock above the tail, which he wrapped around mine, pushing his split cock deep into my lateral vaginas, tingling my wet folds, breeding me once again with his stinky opossum cock.
Just the odor of it all is enough to make me feral, I just want to feel my slit overflow with his cum over & over again, I don’t need to think, just feel the pleasures of being a wild animal. I couldn’t keep quiet, nor was I ever silent, I moaned & snarled every time he gently rubbed my g-spot with his shaft, and tips. It feels so natural to just do it out in the open, have his fluids shot inside, and pour out of my slimy ass pussy to later lick off with my clean filthy tongue. If I could still speak, I would be begging for more joeies, and crying that I’m so full, but OH MY FUCKING GOD! I need all 13 of them to be inside my pouch when he’s finished. Please, give me so much joeies that my pouch stretches, annihilating my marsupium virginity. I need my babies now! Or, whenever this oven finishes preheating. I don’t fucking know, I’m running out of comparisons to objectify my gender, I just feel the need to be a mommy jill soon.
After what felt like half an hour, the jack on top squirts another double load deep inside my slimy lateral vaginas, giving me a second coating of his potent cum, making me feel as a whole jill again. I couldn’t wait for a third, but then I heard footsteps, stomping inside the house. It was that moment I knew, I fucked up, big time, like, REALLY BIG! Even though I admitted seconds ago I don’t care, but now the hypocrite does. When the light’s flipped on, I passed out from fear, and played possum.
I wake up, and I’m inside my own room, laying on my back, on the bed, with a piece of paper attached to my chest, a towel underneath to soak up the mess.
Picking up the paper, finding out it’s a set of instructions from my parents. It says:
Take a shower to clean yourself up.
Return to your bed.
We’re going back to the vet in the morning, your father and I have set up an early appointment.
Love, mom
So I did, and waited for the next day. I don’t want to get into the details of what I had to tell my family, I couldn’t even look at them, because I just felt so ashamed & just caught red handed on the spot. Plus, it would just sound really awkward, so just trust. Anyways, they drove me back to the vet to do some tests… Oh boy.
Now Identifying the pregnancy of a marsupial is one of the hardest things to do, why? Well, if you paid attention in class, or read from what I have, marsupial’s are non placental mammals, or metatherians. (You want mindless porn? Nah, you’re getting an education instead. Zoology is crucial to understand how this works). Meaning we don’t have a placenta to give our embryo's nutrients, so instead, they have to recieve it from our pouch. Now, they don’t have any ultrasound technology at the vet where I’m currently at, but even if they did, they would need to locate a tiny coin sized baby in my double uteruses. What about a pregnancy test? No, my body doesn’t produce the hormones that signifies that I’m pregnant, because marsupials don’t really need it, if they were to detect any jill hormones, then it would be the hormone that releases during mating season. I said that this was an estrous earlier, but I’m pretty sure marsupials don’t have estrous cycles, but these symptoms do feel like it’s the lustful madness of heat. Overall, what the fuck is the point of finding out if a marsupial is pregnant or not? You can just abort the little shit once it pops right out that snatch. What I’m basically saying is that all of this is inconsequential, I’m not going to risk dying or permanently damage myself if I give birth to fucking tiny joey.
So the vet doesn't know if I’m pregnant, and doesn't care, shocking sarcasm. If I am, then a feral joey would trinkle their way out of there in 11 days, because the virginia opossum has the shortest gestation period of all mammals, and can give birth to up to 20-50 joeies. The vet said that they just have to wait & see what happens, and sent us back home. After a few days passed, it was finally the day I gave birth to my first joey.
I was minding my own business reading books & what not when I felt something churning in my groin area, it didn’t hurt, thank god, but I can definitely feel it passing through. An instinct inside my head wanted me to contract my body in a way where my slit is pointing at my pouch, as a way to get the joey quickly in there. I curled myself in that position as much as I could, I’m sorta flexible, but the fat makes it difficult, and out dripped a bit of blood & other embryonic debris, till I saw my pink flesh red little joey with his large beady black eyes, swimming through my fur with his little claws, sniffing their way into my pouch. A few more days passed, and I gave birth to another, and then another, and another, and another, Until before I realize it, I have all 13 joeies attached to my nipples, suckling in my milk, the other 37 unfortunately starved to death, dehydrated in my panties, fat folds, and eaten by the pets that fell off.
Now, I let mother nature take hold of me, and let the maternity instincts run wild. First, I need to help my joeies defecate by licking their bellies, as well as keeping my pouch clean of their droppings… Ew, gross, but it’s just my digested milk, so it doesn’t bother me that much. Second, I need to thermally regulate my pouch, as they’re not mature enough for homeostasis. Opening & closing it every once & a while to keep them warm, not too hot, or not too cold.
As everyday passed, they got bigger & bigger, growing fur, developed more complex organs, my pouch was permanently stretched to fit them all in, losing my maternal virginity, becoming a marsupial mother, a jill. When they crawled out, and weaned on hard food instead of my milk, I always felt the need to be a beast. I thought it was difficult to remain civil before, but now that I’m carrying & nurturing offspring, it’s now impossible to do so. I always masturbate while they’re squirming their little heads & limbs inside my pouch, rubbing against my sensitive breasts, 11 teats, and breast wall, they’re just so ticklish that it's producing such a forbidden arousal. I say forbidden, because I feel this would be pedophillia, but it’s already zoophilia, so fuck it.
The way they emerge, crawling all over me like a jungle gym just gets me in the mood to be down onto all fours, in a more comfortable and bestial position. If I ever lose any of them, I simply need to click to call the babies back into my pouch, and they will call back with a high pitched squeak.
The main thing are always the pheromones, those fucking enticing pheremones. You know how you recognize that new baby smell of a newborn when you walk into a nursery, and no I’m not talking about their diaper. That’s exactly what my joeies’s scents are doing to me, my animal mind, the instincts that flows through my bubbly thoughts, I just want to be a marsupial mother, a need to cherish my little young, till they’re old enough to be independent, maturing into healthy horny jills & jacks to live on making the next generation.
They make me feel so horny to be a beast mother, I just want to eat out of a bowl with my face, walk on my hands & feet, drool all over, groom my coat & babies, toilet in a litter box, build a den, lay on a dog bed, rest inside a cage, hunt grub and bugs, breed again, sniff everything. I couldn’t think of human thoughts anymore, and in the first moment of my life, I was happy just to be a pet possum. Having joeies didn’t just make me believe I was a jill, it actually truly turned me into one, and I never want to go back to my boring life. Even when it disturbed my parents, I couldn’t help myself but to remain in the mind of a virginia opossum. & It was exactly this, that the last straw was drawn.
They didn’t feel comfortable with how I was behaving around them, so they thought if they donated my joeies to an animal shelter, I’ll go back to acting normal again, nope. Depending on climate, the breeding cycle of a virginia opossum depends if they’re ovulating or not. For the north, it’s February through September. While in the south, it’s January through August. Meaning my heat is going to go on for the next 7 months! I kept on sneaking out, getting bred, and knocked up, bred, and knocked up, bred, and knocked up. Till I'm not even allowed to leave the house alone during those months. But fortunately, jacks do manage to squeeze their way into the garage, and that’s where I got bred & knocked up again.
It was at this point my parents had enough, and had to accept that their son… Err, I guess now their daughter. Is too feral in the mind to be a person anymore. I mean, I could still be a person if I wanted to, I just can’t, because why would I be one to waste my life away to be exploited for some corporation's profit. I’d rather stick to being a pet opossum, life is just so much easier this way, no work, no stress, just happy, horny, bestial thoughts. Not saying I won’t do 2+2 if I needed to, just, it feels natural to be a didelphianthrope.
So they packed up all my stuff, and dropped me off at the vet. Not without saying goodbye first, and who knows, I might see them again, but I prefer if they don’t. It was then that the vet transported me to an indoor zoo, where I can interact with other like minded feral & virginia wereopossums. A place where I can finally be at peace with my animal nature, a little environment that I would mark as my new home. Plus, I can’t wait to be bred by a jack wereopossum, not only would they penetrate deeper, but I bet they’ll fill me in one cum shot.
I think they're just buttons with unfortunately-placed cloth folds.
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Oh boy... I kinda see how this retard got banned.
"YES. Zoosexuality is based because animals CAN consent, and if you do not accept this empirical truth, or practice a non consensual bestiality, then you are a bigot and a zoofascist."
I find particularly hilarious when leftoids try to motivate their heinois actions while still trying the whole PUNCH NAZI stick.
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- Aug 6, 2022
He isn't even trying to be subtle anymore. Oh and he's a Tranny, which is just a coincidence and shouldn't be looked into.
https://web.archive.org/web/20230829114918/https://www.furaffinity.net/user/heisenbergpetop0ssum
https://web.archive.org/web/20230829115008/https://twitter.com/Muskyopossum
I've archived his FA and Twitter, guy definitely has it in him to be a particularly entertaining and fucked up horrorcow.