Making New Friends
"that's good, i'm always here if you wanna vent and cry to me." "thanks buijay but... i think i'm gonna be alright." "i'm glad to hear it, now c'mon..." buijay picks him up making him giggle slightly as he walked to the main bedroom.
Filled With Love [Pt2]
Bal made his way to her vent. asara apparently was enjoying being chained up and teased. there was a small puddle underneath her. her vent was dripping wet. as she felt her mate bite harder as he got closer to her pleasure spot she moaned and bucked.
Unrequited Love of Country
It's not exactly furry but it's about an emotion that can be relatable to anybody i feel even if this is venting my own emotions and experience.
The Last Game of the Master Domino Player
The Last Game of the Master Domino...
Conversational Catch-Up
Conversational Catch-up ...
To a Suffering Soul - short poem
This is another little vent piece. i hate it when those close to me feel alone and helpless. it's sometimes very difficult to reassure people that this just isn't true. this poem goes out to anyfur that is feeling this way or down in any other ways.
An Unforgiving Mind - medium poem
This is another vent poem. i've been struggling a lot recently with my mood swings as a result of untreated bipolar depression. my mood throughout the day is pretty much the basis of this poem. i wrote this on 5/13/2017. written by me, fane star.
Potion Cat: Witching Hour
Since the beginning of the conception of what a witch was and was not, there had been certain rituals and processes in order to introduce a new member into the fold. Largely, those rituals and processes were old and as useful as the pages they were...
what world do we live in
What world do we live in By Pet Yee This world is crumbling under its own weighted existence that shouldnt exist. In this world no man, woman or child is even allowed to be happy unless an overlord decrees it so. Though the problem is we...
Mind
What is wrong with me? There's so much I wanna do It is hurting me. If it's not now, when? I have to let out these thoughts. So, here it goes, then... * * * I'm feeling kinda empty but now I'm okay? When night lurks around I refelct on...
That Strange Ill Fitting Cog
This is a venting metaphor, a bit of a well worn one but still a good one in my opinion at least. originally posted in november 2021.
Tell me - medium poem
Tell, tell me how, I've offended your being. How I could impact you so. When I don't even know you. Tell, tell me how, Your betrayal is my fault. How my trust is lacking. For helping one in need. Tell, tell me how, I'm supposed to feel,...