Furry Art Freak Show - From ungodly eyesores to nauseating masterpieces

[CivilianOfTheFandomWars]

Spoiler: Absolutely revolting

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Spoiler: Accompanying description

Ever heard of formicophilia? It's a rather specific attraction to the feeling of bugs on one's skin, whether it be tickling, biting, or slimy! It's funny how I'd be down for a tickling, biting, slimy time with a big nasty werewolf, but a tiny little bug I could crush without a thought? No way, get it off get it off get it off!

Flick doesn't have that problem. In fact, he openly admits to being a formicophile! He tells you in game that he gets great pleasure from the feeling of bugs crawling on his skin, and he gets so dreamy when he does-- in a way that you KNOW that possibly THOUSANDS of bugs have crawled along his dick and suckled on the sweet secretions it makes. Lucky bugs.

Flick's hide, being a chameleon, is thick and leathery. He probably prefers bugs with clingy feet like beetles and crickets because it takes some bigger, pointier toes to register on his tough reptilian skin! But not EVERY inch of him is so robust. Some areas of Flick's body are as delicate and sensitive as a balloon, and like a balloon, it doesn't take much sensation on those areas to make him "pop"! Probably why he's one of the exceedingly few animals to wear pants. One meandering fly lands on his penis, and he'd be as unable to raise a hand to shoo it away any more than he could resist the blood pumping to his member to fill and engorge it beneath the little critter just looking for a salty treat!

And a salty treat Flick provides. Well aware of his paraphilia, Flick takes advantage of the fact that the part of his body he most enjoys bugs crawling on is also the part they'd be the most attracted to-- with the right cultivation! Cultivation such as avoiding washing his genital region all together, allowing his cock and balls to accumulate a slick, pungent coating of assorted bodily fluids smeared across what is already his most aromatic region and left to dry. Another good reason for Flick to wear pants: without them, anyone would be able to see (and smell) his morning application of sweat and pre glistening on the surface of his dick as it ferments into a sticky, fishy glaze.

Without pants, the stench of Flick's unwashed junk would make most animals balk (C.J. being one of those exceptions, as he's probably driven WILD with desire the second Flick's fishy cock stink hits his nose). But he doesn't do it for them. Flick does it for the afternoon hours, when he sits on his favorite stump, kicks his pants off, and spreads his legs as an invitation for all his little friends to join him for dinner. If he's looking for specific company, he can pull them out of his trusty bug net. But otherwise, all Flick has to do is let the wind carry the potent musk wafting off his muggy, grimy genitals, and it won't be long until there's a one, two, four flies on his cock, attracted by the irresistible odor of salty, tangy chameleon dick.

As if the sight of little bugs exploring his giant-by-relation penis and sucking up his sweet cockjuice isn't enough to get Flick's member swelling and twitching with vigor, the tickling touch of their tiny little feet makes the experience a constant battle to prevent himself from ejaculating then and there and cutting their feast short! And while there is plenty of tasty ground for them to explore along his shaft, the REAL meal is at the tip, where Flick's erection has pulled his foreskin back and exposed the most tender region of his reptilian body. It's amazing what effect such small, insignificant creatures can have on an organism hundreds of times larger than they.

The flies crawl on Flick's retracted foreskin turned inside-out by his member reaching out into the air so stiffly, yearning to be crawled on by the things that fly through it. The flesh there is so thin and sensitive, only ever brushing against the equally-thin and sensitive skin of his glans when flaccid, tucked and hidden away in a soft, silky hut. They crawl across that moist chameleon skin, red the only color it can be with all the blood surging inside to make it swell and unfurl so it may provide as much surface area for the scampering little insects to explore, as the many pockets of heated dick syrup for them to slurp are revealed. Flick's chest heaves as he pants to breathe in accordance with his rapidly-beating heart, watching the smartest of the flies climb the mountain that is his purplish glans so that they may drink directly from his cockhole: the mouth of the geyser from which his nectar flows.

This batch must be quite tasty, seeing as how most flies remain undisturbed as he pinches his penis at the base and turns it so he may relish in the touch AND sight of his guests poking their suckers in the pockets around his frenulum. So dedicated they are, in fact, that as Flick pushes the skin of his shaft upward to rewrap his cockhead and spread his secretions, a couple flies do not take flight and are instead caught up in the avalanche of flesh! Flick holds it there for a moment, other flies regrouping on the surface, completely unaware that some of their brethren are trapped beneath, wiggling in the dark, slimy, compact mess of flesh between Flick's foreskin and glans. Squirming, kicking, vibrating, those little spots of living delight almost push Flick over the edge. But for their own well-being, Flick retracts his foreskin once again and frees the hapless little critters. They emerge gooey, disoriented, and disheveled, but ultimately no worse for the wear-- and with one hell of a story to tell.

The moment Flick reaches his crescendo is never predictable. Sometimes he can last upward an hour of little bug feet tantalizing every inch of his member to set him off, sometimes it only takes his first visitor circling the bulbous ridges underneath his glans to get him emptying his nuts. Regardless, shortly after his climax has waned and his cum has begun to cool in the breeze, Flick will close the buffet by shooing away his little friends with his deepest gratitude, smearing his creamy load all around his entire genital region, and walk on back inside, the next day's meal in progress.

Real talk? Can someone tell me what about Animal Crossing attracts people like this? This is definitely not an isolated image. I don't get it.

Oh, and e254e did a thing but it's yet another cutesy character hanging so fuck it. Not worth the 30 seconds to post.

Man, trannies and furries ruined Animal Crossing. I just wanna catch some fucking fish, and then there’s this shit and people wanting to fuck the dog.

 

[Big Bang]

Spoiler: Absolutely revolting

Real talk? Can someone tell me what about Animal Crossing attracts people like this? This is definitely not an isolated image. I don't get it.

I tell some parents who have... exceptional children not to buy their kids Animal Crossing because they'll inevitably get into porn of it and then they'd become a furry. Searching up Isabella gives skeevy shit within not even the first scroll (turning Google SafeSearch on somehow makes it worse in my location-results vary by location). Whereas Charizard you don't get anything even remotely racy for a few pages. I don't trust people who play Animal Crossing to not be furries on some level.

"Be brave, Isabella... Fucking furries! Stop fapping to fanart of me!"

 

[PinstripeLuns]

Spoiler: Absolutely revolting

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Spoiler: Accompanying description

Ever heard of formicophilia? It's a rather specific attraction to the feeling of bugs on one's skin, whether it be tickling, biting, or slimy! It's funny how I'd be down for a tickling, biting, slimy time with a big nasty werewolf, but a tiny little bug I could crush without a thought? No way, get it off get it off get it off!

Flick doesn't have that problem. In fact, he openly admits to being a formicophile! He tells you in game that he gets great pleasure from the feeling of bugs crawling on his skin, and he gets so dreamy when he does-- in a way that you KNOW that possibly THOUSANDS of bugs have crawled along his dick and suckled on the sweet secretions it makes. Lucky bugs.

Flick's hide, being a chameleon, is thick and leathery. He probably prefers bugs with clingy feet like beetles and crickets because it takes some bigger, pointier toes to register on his tough reptilian skin! But not EVERY inch of him is so robust. Some areas of Flick's body are as delicate and sensitive as a balloon, and like a balloon, it doesn't take much sensation on those areas to make him "pop"! Probably why he's one of the exceedingly few animals to wear pants. One meandering fly lands on his penis, and he'd be as unable to raise a hand to shoo it away any more than he could resist the blood pumping to his member to fill and engorge it beneath the little critter just looking for a salty treat!

And a salty treat Flick provides. Well aware of his paraphilia, Flick takes advantage of the fact that the part of his body he most enjoys bugs crawling on is also the part they'd be the most attracted to-- with the right cultivation! Cultivation such as avoiding washing his genital region all together, allowing his cock and balls to accumulate a slick, pungent coating of assorted bodily fluids smeared across what is already his most aromatic region and left to dry. Another good reason for Flick to wear pants: without them, anyone would be able to see (and smell) his morning application of sweat and pre glistening on the surface of his dick as it ferments into a sticky, fishy glaze.

Without pants, the stench of Flick's unwashed junk would make most animals balk (C.J. being one of those exceptions, as he's probably driven WILD with desire the second Flick's fishy cock stink hits his nose). But he doesn't do it for them. Flick does it for the afternoon hours, when he sits on his favorite stump, kicks his pants off, and spreads his legs as an invitation for all his little friends to join him for dinner. If he's looking for specific company, he can pull them out of his trusty bug net. But otherwise, all Flick has to do is let the wind carry the potent musk wafting off his muggy, grimy genitals, and it won't be long until there's a one, two, four flies on his cock, attracted by the irresistible odor of salty, tangy chameleon dick.

As if the sight of little bugs exploring his giant-by-relation penis and sucking up his sweet cockjuice isn't enough to get Flick's member swelling and twitching with vigor, the tickling touch of their tiny little feet makes the experience a constant battle to prevent himself from ejaculating then and there and cutting their feast short! And while there is plenty of tasty ground for them to explore along his shaft, the REAL meal is at the tip, where Flick's erection has pulled his foreskin back and exposed the most tender region of his reptilian body. It's amazing what effect such small, insignificant creatures can have on an organism hundreds of times larger than they.

The flies crawl on Flick's retracted foreskin turned inside-out by his member reaching out into the air so stiffly, yearning to be crawled on by the things that fly through it. The flesh there is so thin and sensitive, only ever brushing against the equally-thin and sensitive skin of his glans when flaccid, tucked and hidden away in a soft, silky hut. They crawl across that moist chameleon skin, red the only color it can be with all the blood surging inside to make it swell and unfurl so it may provide as much surface area for the scampering little insects to explore, as the many pockets of heated dick syrup for them to slurp are revealed. Flick's chest heaves as he pants to breathe in accordance with his rapidly-beating heart, watching the smartest of the flies climb the mountain that is his purplish glans so that they may drink directly from his cockhole: the mouth of the geyser from which his nectar flows.

This batch must be quite tasty, seeing as how most flies remain undisturbed as he pinches his penis at the base and turns it so he may relish in the touch AND sight of his guests poking their suckers in the pockets around his frenulum. So dedicated they are, in fact, that as Flick pushes the skin of his shaft upward to rewrap his cockhead and spread his secretions, a couple flies do not take flight and are instead caught up in the avalanche of flesh! Flick holds it there for a moment, other flies regrouping on the surface, completely unaware that some of their brethren are trapped beneath, wiggling in the dark, slimy, compact mess of flesh between Flick's foreskin and glans. Squirming, kicking, vibrating, those little spots of living delight almost push Flick over the edge. But for their own well-being, Flick retracts his foreskin once again and frees the hapless little critters. They emerge gooey, disoriented, and disheveled, but ultimately no worse for the wear-- and with one hell of a story to tell.

The moment Flick reaches his crescendo is never predictable. Sometimes he can last upward an hour of little bug feet tantalizing every inch of his member to set him off, sometimes it only takes his first visitor circling the bulbous ridges underneath his glans to get him emptying his nuts. Regardless, shortly after his climax has waned and his cum has begun to cool in the breeze, Flick will close the buffet by shooing away his little friends with his deepest gratitude, smearing his creamy load all around his entire genital region, and walk on back inside, the next day's meal in progress.

Real talk? Can someone tell me what about Animal Crossing attracts people like this? This is definitely not an isolated image. I don't get it.

Oh, and e254e did a thing but it's yet another cutesy character hanging so fuck it. Not worth the 30 seconds to post.

He likes bugs crawling on his skin because he thinks they're beautiful and likes to draw them, not because he wants them to eat his lizard dick cheese why furries why

 

[keyboredsm4shthe2nd]

Spoiler: Absolutely revolting

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Spoiler: Accompanying description

Ever heard of formicophilia? It's a rather specific attraction to the feeling of bugs on one's skin, whether it be tickling, biting, or slimy! It's funny how I'd be down for a tickling, biting, slimy time with a big nasty werewolf, but a tiny little bug I could crush without a thought? No way, get it off get it off get it off!

Flick doesn't have that problem. In fact, he openly admits to being a formicophile! He tells you in game that he gets great pleasure from the feeling of bugs crawling on his skin, and he gets so dreamy when he does-- in a way that you KNOW that possibly THOUSANDS of bugs have crawled along his dick and suckled on the sweet secretions it makes. Lucky bugs.

Flick's hide, being a chameleon, is thick and leathery. He probably prefers bugs with clingy feet like beetles and crickets because it takes some bigger, pointier toes to register on his tough reptilian skin! But not EVERY inch of him is so robust. Some areas of Flick's body are as delicate and sensitive as a balloon, and like a balloon, it doesn't take much sensation on those areas to make him "pop"! Probably why he's one of the exceedingly few animals to wear pants. One meandering fly lands on his penis, and he'd be as unable to raise a hand to shoo it away any more than he could resist the blood pumping to his member to fill and engorge it beneath the little critter just looking for a salty treat!

And a salty treat Flick provides. Well aware of his paraphilia, Flick takes advantage of the fact that the part of his body he most enjoys bugs crawling on is also the part they'd be the most attracted to-- with the right cultivation! Cultivation such as avoiding washing his genital region all together, allowing his cock and balls to accumulate a slick, pungent coating of assorted bodily fluids smeared across what is already his most aromatic region and left to dry. Another good reason for Flick to wear pants: without them, anyone would be able to see (and smell) his morning application of sweat and pre glistening on the surface of his dick as it ferments into a sticky, fishy glaze.

Without pants, the stench of Flick's unwashed junk would make most animals balk (C.J. being one of those exceptions, as he's probably driven WILD with desire the second Flick's fishy cock stink hits his nose). But he doesn't do it for them. Flick does it for the afternoon hours, when he sits on his favorite stump, kicks his pants off, and spreads his legs as an invitation for all his little friends to join him for dinner. If he's looking for specific company, he can pull them out of his trusty bug net. But otherwise, all Flick has to do is let the wind carry the potent musk wafting off his muggy, grimy genitals, and it won't be long until there's a one, two, four flies on his cock, attracted by the irresistible odor of salty, tangy chameleon dick.

As if the sight of little bugs exploring his giant-by-relation penis and sucking up his sweet cockjuice isn't enough to get Flick's member swelling and twitching with vigor, the tickling touch of their tiny little feet makes the experience a constant battle to prevent himself from ejaculating then and there and cutting their feast short! And while there is plenty of tasty ground for them to explore along his shaft, the REAL meal is at the tip, where Flick's erection has pulled his foreskin back and exposed the most tender region of his reptilian body. It's amazing what effect such small, insignificant creatures can have on an organism hundreds of times larger than they.

The flies crawl on Flick's retracted foreskin turned inside-out by his member reaching out into the air so stiffly, yearning to be crawled on by the things that fly through it. The flesh there is so thin and sensitive, only ever brushing against the equally-thin and sensitive skin of his glans when flaccid, tucked and hidden away in a soft, silky hut. They crawl across that moist chameleon skin, red the only color it can be with all the blood surging inside to make it swell and unfurl so it may provide as much surface area for the scampering little insects to explore, as the many pockets of heated dick syrup for them to slurp are revealed. Flick's chest heaves as he pants to breathe in accordance with his rapidly-beating heart, watching the smartest of the flies climb the mountain that is his purplish glans so that they may drink directly from his cockhole: the mouth of the geyser from which his nectar flows.

This batch must be quite tasty, seeing as how most flies remain undisturbed as he pinches his penis at the base and turns it so he may relish in the touch AND sight of his guests poking their suckers in the pockets around his frenulum. So dedicated they are, in fact, that as Flick pushes the skin of his shaft upward to rewrap his cockhead and spread his secretions, a couple flies do not take flight and are instead caught up in the avalanche of flesh! Flick holds it there for a moment, other flies regrouping on the surface, completely unaware that some of their brethren are trapped beneath, wiggling in the dark, slimy, compact mess of flesh between Flick's foreskin and glans. Squirming, kicking, vibrating, those little spots of living delight almost push Flick over the edge. But for their own well-being, Flick retracts his foreskin once again and frees the hapless little critters. They emerge gooey, disoriented, and disheveled, but ultimately no worse for the wear-- and with one hell of a story to tell.

The moment Flick reaches his crescendo is never predictable. Sometimes he can last upward an hour of little bug feet tantalizing every inch of his member to set him off, sometimes it only takes his first visitor circling the bulbous ridges underneath his glans to get him emptying his nuts. Regardless, shortly after his climax has waned and his cum has begun to cool in the breeze, Flick will close the buffet by shooing away his little friends with his deepest gratitude, smearing his creamy load all around his entire genital region, and walk on back inside, the next day's meal in progress.

Real talk? Can someone tell me what about Animal Crossing attracts people like this? This is definitely not an isolated image. I don't get it.

Oh, and e254e did a thing but it's yet another cutesy character hanging so fuck it. Not worth the 30 seconds to post.

Colors and simple designs attract intense autists who don't know or care their fetish is degenerate

 

[Francis E. Dec Esc.]

Spoiler: Not sure if this technically counts as furry, but I found it on E621 so here it is

 

[Friendly Primarina]

He likes bugs crawling on his skin because he thinks they're beautiful and likes to draw them, not because he wants them to eat his lizard dick cheese why furries why

I wonder if it's like the way gay authors can't have two same-sex people just be friends without romantic feelings (see: KaiserNeko)? Furries are utterly deranged and therefore they can't fathom a guy just playing with bugs because he's passionate about them, it has to be a fetish, because they literally can't do anything without it being degenerate.

 

[verygayFrogs]

Also the dude who drew this doxed his full name on twitter

Spoiler: And possibly more? Idk

 

[Spoonomancer]

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Also the dude who drew this doxed his full name on twitter

Spoiler: And possibly more? Idk

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Graphic design??? That art doesn't even look that good lmao

 

[Madako-Tako]

Spoiler: Absolutely revolting

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Spoiler: Accompanying description

Ever heard of formicophilia? It's a rather specific attraction to the feeling of bugs on one's skin, whether it be tickling, biting, or slimy! It's funny how I'd be down for a tickling, biting, slimy time with a big nasty werewolf, but a tiny little bug I could crush without a thought? No way, get it off get it off get it off!

Flick doesn't have that problem. In fact, he openly admits to being a formicophile! He tells you in game that he gets great pleasure from the feeling of bugs crawling on his skin, and he gets so dreamy when he does-- in a way that you KNOW that possibly THOUSANDS of bugs have crawled along his dick and suckled on the sweet secretions it makes. Lucky bugs.

Flick's hide, being a chameleon, is thick and leathery. He probably prefers bugs with clingy feet like beetles and crickets because it takes some bigger, pointier toes to register on his tough reptilian skin! But not EVERY inch of him is so robust. Some areas of Flick's body are as delicate and sensitive as a balloon, and like a balloon, it doesn't take much sensation on those areas to make him "pop"! Probably why he's one of the exceedingly few animals to wear pants. One meandering fly lands on his penis, and he'd be as unable to raise a hand to shoo it away any more than he could resist the blood pumping to his member to fill and engorge it beneath the little critter just looking for a salty treat!

And a salty treat Flick provides. Well aware of his paraphilia, Flick takes advantage of the fact that the part of his body he most enjoys bugs crawling on is also the part they'd be the most attracted to-- with the right cultivation! Cultivation such as avoiding washing his genital region all together, allowing his cock and balls to accumulate a slick, pungent coating of assorted bodily fluids smeared across what is already his most aromatic region and left to dry. Another good reason for Flick to wear pants: without them, anyone would be able to see (and smell) his morning application of sweat and pre glistening on the surface of his dick as it ferments into a sticky, fishy glaze.

Without pants, the stench of Flick's unwashed junk would make most animals balk (C.J. being one of those exceptions, as he's probably driven WILD with desire the second Flick's fishy cock stink hits his nose). But he doesn't do it for them. Flick does it for the afternoon hours, when he sits on his favorite stump, kicks his pants off, and spreads his legs as an invitation for all his little friends to join him for dinner. If he's looking for specific company, he can pull them out of his trusty bug net. But otherwise, all Flick has to do is let the wind carry the potent musk wafting off his muggy, grimy genitals, and it won't be long until there's a one, two, four flies on his cock, attracted by the irresistible odor of salty, tangy chameleon dick.

As if the sight of little bugs exploring his giant-by-relation penis and sucking up his sweet cockjuice isn't enough to get Flick's member swelling and twitching with vigor, the tickling touch of their tiny little feet makes the experience a constant battle to prevent himself from ejaculating then and there and cutting their feast short! And while there is plenty of tasty ground for them to explore along his shaft, the REAL meal is at the tip, where Flick's erection has pulled his foreskin back and exposed the most tender region of his reptilian body. It's amazing what effect such small, insignificant creatures can have on an organism hundreds of times larger than they.

The flies crawl on Flick's retracted foreskin turned inside-out by his member reaching out into the air so stiffly, yearning to be crawled on by the things that fly through it. The flesh there is so thin and sensitive, only ever brushing against the equally-thin and sensitive skin of his glans when flaccid, tucked and hidden away in a soft, silky hut. They crawl across that moist chameleon skin, red the only color it can be with all the blood surging inside to make it swell and unfurl so it may provide as much surface area for the scampering little insects to explore, as the many pockets of heated dick syrup for them to slurp are revealed. Flick's chest heaves as he pants to breathe in accordance with his rapidly-beating heart, watching the smartest of the flies climb the mountain that is his purplish glans so that they may drink directly from his cockhole: the mouth of the geyser from which his nectar flows.

This batch must be quite tasty, seeing as how most flies remain undisturbed as he pinches his penis at the base and turns it so he may relish in the touch AND sight of his guests poking their suckers in the pockets around his frenulum. So dedicated they are, in fact, that as Flick pushes the skin of his shaft upward to rewrap his cockhead and spread his secretions, a couple flies do not take flight and are instead caught up in the avalanche of flesh! Flick holds it there for a moment, other flies regrouping on the surface, completely unaware that some of their brethren are trapped beneath, wiggling in the dark, slimy, compact mess of flesh between Flick's foreskin and glans. Squirming, kicking, vibrating, those little spots of living delight almost push Flick over the edge. But for their own well-being, Flick retracts his foreskin once again and frees the hapless little critters. They emerge gooey, disoriented, and disheveled, but ultimately no worse for the wear-- and with one hell of a story to tell.

The moment Flick reaches his crescendo is never predictable. Sometimes he can last upward an hour of little bug feet tantalizing every inch of his member to set him off, sometimes it only takes his first visitor circling the bulbous ridges underneath his glans to get him emptying his nuts. Regardless, shortly after his climax has waned and his cum has begun to cool in the breeze, Flick will close the buffet by shooing away his little friends with his deepest gratitude, smearing his creamy load all around his entire genital region, and walk on back inside, the next day's meal in progress.

Real talk? Can someone tell me what about Animal Crossing attracts people like this? This is definitely not an isolated image. I don't get it.

Oh, and e254e did a thing but it's yet another cutesy character hanging so fuck it. Not worth the 30 seconds to post.

Blegh!!! Looks like i'm skipping dinner tonight!

 

[Booqueefius_Titanus]

Figured I’d make my first contribution to this website with this bizarre piece of work I found.

 

[Friendly Primarina]

Spoiler: Bodily functions

 

[TheRetardKing]

Spoiler: Absolutely revolting

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Spoiler: Accompanying description

Ever heard of formicophilia? It's a rather specific attraction to the feeling of bugs on one's skin, whether it be tickling, biting, or slimy! It's funny how I'd be down for a tickling, biting, slimy time with a big nasty werewolf, but a tiny little bug I could crush without a thought? No way, get it off get it off get it off!

Flick doesn't have that problem. In fact, he openly admits to being a formicophile! He tells you in game that he gets great pleasure from the feeling of bugs crawling on his skin, and he gets so dreamy when he does-- in a way that you KNOW that possibly THOUSANDS of bugs have crawled along his dick and suckled on the sweet secretions it makes. Lucky bugs.

Flick's hide, being a chameleon, is thick and leathery. He probably prefers bugs with clingy feet like beetles and crickets because it takes some bigger, pointier toes to register on his tough reptilian skin! But not EVERY inch of him is so robust. Some areas of Flick's body are as delicate and sensitive as a balloon, and like a balloon, it doesn't take much sensation on those areas to make him "pop"! Probably why he's one of the exceedingly few animals to wear pants. One meandering fly lands on his penis, and he'd be as unable to raise a hand to shoo it away any more than he could resist the blood pumping to his member to fill and engorge it beneath the little critter just looking for a salty treat!

And a salty treat Flick provides. Well aware of his paraphilia, Flick takes advantage of the fact that the part of his body he most enjoys bugs crawling on is also the part they'd be the most attracted to-- with the right cultivation! Cultivation such as avoiding washing his genital region all together, allowing his cock and balls to accumulate a slick, pungent coating of assorted bodily fluids smeared across what is already his most aromatic region and left to dry. Another good reason for Flick to wear pants: without them, anyone would be able to see (and smell) his morning application of sweat and pre glistening on the surface of his dick as it ferments into a sticky, fishy glaze.

Without pants, the stench of Flick's unwashed junk would make most animals balk (C.J. being one of those exceptions, as he's probably driven WILD with desire the second Flick's fishy cock stink hits his nose). But he doesn't do it for them. Flick does it for the afternoon hours, when he sits on his favorite stump, kicks his pants off, and spreads his legs as an invitation for all his little friends to join him for dinner. If he's looking for specific company, he can pull them out of his trusty bug net. But otherwise, all Flick has to do is let the wind carry the potent musk wafting off his muggy, grimy genitals, and it won't be long until there's a one, two, four flies on his cock, attracted by the irresistible odor of salty, tangy chameleon dick.

As if the sight of little bugs exploring his giant-by-relation penis and sucking up his sweet cockjuice isn't enough to get Flick's member swelling and twitching with vigor, the tickling touch of their tiny little feet makes the experience a constant battle to prevent himself from ejaculating then and there and cutting their feast short! And while there is plenty of tasty ground for them to explore along his shaft, the REAL meal is at the tip, where Flick's erection has pulled his foreskin back and exposed the most tender region of his reptilian body. It's amazing what effect such small, insignificant creatures can have on an organism hundreds of times larger than they.

The flies crawl on Flick's retracted foreskin turned inside-out by his member reaching out into the air so stiffly, yearning to be crawled on by the things that fly through it. The flesh there is so thin and sensitive, only ever brushing against the equally-thin and sensitive skin of his glans when flaccid, tucked and hidden away in a soft, silky hut. They crawl across that moist chameleon skin, red the only color it can be with all the blood surging inside to make it swell and unfurl so it may provide as much surface area for the scampering little insects to explore, as the many pockets of heated dick syrup for them to slurp are revealed. Flick's chest heaves as he pants to breathe in accordance with his rapidly-beating heart, watching the smartest of the flies climb the mountain that is his purplish glans so that they may drink directly from his cockhole: the mouth of the geyser from which his nectar flows.

This batch must be quite tasty, seeing as how most flies remain undisturbed as he pinches his penis at the base and turns it so he may relish in the touch AND sight of his guests poking their suckers in the pockets around his frenulum. So dedicated they are, in fact, that as Flick pushes the skin of his shaft upward to rewrap his cockhead and spread his secretions, a couple flies do not take flight and are instead caught up in the avalanche of flesh! Flick holds it there for a moment, other flies regrouping on the surface, completely unaware that some of their brethren are trapped beneath, wiggling in the dark, slimy, compact mess of flesh between Flick's foreskin and glans. Squirming, kicking, vibrating, those little spots of living delight almost push Flick over the edge. But for their own well-being, Flick retracts his foreskin once again and frees the hapless little critters. They emerge gooey, disoriented, and disheveled, but ultimately no worse for the wear-- and with one hell of a story to tell.

The moment Flick reaches his crescendo is never predictable. Sometimes he can last upward an hour of little bug feet tantalizing every inch of his member to set him off, sometimes it only takes his first visitor circling the bulbous ridges underneath his glans to get him emptying his nuts. Regardless, shortly after his climax has waned and his cum has begun to cool in the breeze, Flick will close the buffet by shooing away his little friends with his deepest gratitude, smearing his creamy load all around his entire genital region, and walk on back inside, the next day's meal in progress.

Real talk? Can someone tell me what about Animal Crossing attracts people like this? This is definitely not an isolated image. I don't get it.

Oh, and e254e did a thing but it's yet another cutesy character hanging so fuck it. Not worth the 30 seconds to post.

 

[Tingle]

I uh, I'm not sure how to unpack this.

Spoiler: NSFW

 

[Mal0]

I uh, I'm not sure how to unpack this.

Spoiler: NSFW

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why does that woman have a penis? why does that man have a vagina? why does he have feet when everyone else has hooves or paws? why are most furries like this?

edit: my mistake, foot. singular.

 

[JethroTullamore]

why does that woman have a penis? why does that man have a vagina?

Uhm, excuse me, but do you have a problem with that? It’s current year and trans right are human rights!

Or something like that.

It’s like they threw on as many oppression points as possible, transsexual, obese, amputee, minority (I think).

 

[NoFeline]

Uhm, excuse me, but do you have a problem with that? It’s current year and trans right are human rights!

Nah the trans fetishizers would have made his clit the size of a vienna sausage and he'd have neon serrated mastectomy scars. They're probably just altersex characters.

 

[A Thick Piece of Meat]

that female sonic is making me feel things in mysterious ways or not that mysterious

 

[Mal0]

Uhm, excuse me, but do you have a problem with that? It’s current year and trans right are human rights!

Or something like that.

It’s like they threw on as many oppression points as possible, transsexual, obese, amputee, minority (I think).

All I want to see is dogs with tits man...

First they came for my vidya, now they come for my degenerate fetish

 

[FeatherPlucker]

Fine, let me tell you a very short story.
This is Astrid from How To Train Your Dragon:
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She's the love interest of the film, and just a cute spunky viking gorl. So, like all things in life, the Internet was going to be making some porno of this girl.
Here's where it get's odd, and I will demonstrate with a quick little experiment.

Spoiler: Google results

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Spoiler: Much larger capture

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For those of you at work, there is an oddly large fraction of these images that are BDSM, bestiality, rape, torture, just depravity.
Now, for a while on the imageboards pretty much the only porn of Astrid was the weird shit. Legend has it that some rich anon was the one who was commissioning all of that stuff, to the point where it flooded out any other 'normal' hentai of her.
Basically, it's a darker version of the Wonderbread Man.

Seriously wondering who is commissioning this.

 

[Piga Dgrifm]

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