Tales from Silicon City 8: Bake Sale

Do you think we're safe here though, what if one of those crazy fatfur villains tries come in and wreck the place?" the bobcat replied, causing the mouse to roll her eyes as she found herself dragged into the conversation.

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Friendship

It was a size that he was comfortable at, but when faced with the true heavyweights of fatfurs, he just felt as if he paled in comparison.

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Fair Tales

Some of the more hardened fatfurs there though just stood their ground, looking almost combative at both the wolfdragons.

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V for Vore

A chest made of lard and nothing else, broad shoulders that could barely even lift his arms to his muzzle to stuff the fat face above them, and arms that were caked more adipose than some fatfurs that zev knew...

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V for Vore

A chest made of lard and nothing else, broad shoulders that could barely even lift his arms to his muzzle to stuff the fat face above them, and arms that were caked more adipose than some fatfurs that zev knew...

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Bathtime

Moving on, spraying down moobs the size of fatfurs in their own right was another task entirely, as mac had to angle his hose as best he could while not getting sasuke right in the face.

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The Fat Hat Poem

There once was a man named Matt He owned a beautiful hat But on a night late He ate and he ate Now he's too fat for his hat

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Entrapment

_Author's Note: Really more unsure for posting this one, as I mean... It's got no sex appeal, no real story in it, just kind of a reflection into what got the character today. I am really uncertain how I did it, as I mean... I normally don't write...

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Fursona Description - Clean

Full Name: Taura Waterstone Nickname(s): Dark Sex: Male Species: American River Otter Age: 18 Birth Date: May 11 (Taurus) Nature: Friendly, Calm, Playful, Caring and Protective Quote: "Want some fish?" Height: 4'10" Weight: 210 lbs Skin:...

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A Poem of a Feeder Corgi

A lust for fat that can't be quenched; The small corgi will make you benched. Ambitions massive, off the scales, But neverending till all tails And arms and legs and breasts and butts Are swallowed up by massive guts. Until you lack a hunger...

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Blueberry Pie

How many slices had she been forcefed at this point? 10? 20? 50? Mali had lost count, only hoping that the blueberry pie would run out soon. Her venture into the ancient Temple of Berrificium was originally for the purpose of finding a priceless...

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Fashion

"It's called fashion." A flamingo shakes their hips, their ass nearly bursting the seems of their designer booty shorts. "Do I have to teach you a lesson in that?" They catch you staring, and suddenly you realize you're about to learn a lot more...

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