:(;゙゚'ω゚' ): Hiya cuties and cutettes!
I hafve been writing scenes from other pointsh of view for post-immobility. It turns out Mal is quite haunted aboutch the candles (there's actually always been an unwritten scene for her immobility + leaving candles off I've been meaning to write), and it turnsh out Meowtega really needs to face her fears to find she wuvs to fatten her community with tasty food!
( ´;ω;` ) The month estimate for Meal 9 I gave wush too short, and I am getting used to writing again which is accelerating, but I am trying to make it really good! And it means more time for artists' commissions while I write.
That is the progressh <3
Here is a snippet!
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Helplessly confused you meow again, "Hewweo?"
A new calming timbre rings, "Is this fat?"
Joined with the old, "What you think ---- ate themselves this fat ---- - cartoon?"
You whimper shame clawing dignity, "guyshh,"
...calming timbre resonates, "---- --- mouth hole." /Oooh!~/ your mass squishes under curious climbers. "...bet they take it all."
"Oh foo! If they doo, I'll throw my meat -- ---- -----" behind your boobs, the commotion drowns as your planet tickles. Saliva betrays you as you consider the future. Your past. That made you who—what—you are. An it, whose entire foreplay is being crawled on. Sprawled on. A big squishy voracious—