{"sf1_id":1662055,"sf2_id":"Xek0XGWm","title":"Greentext Bucket (no longer updated)","author":"A Smiling Face","words":6774,"posted_at":"2020-12-17T23:47:14.000Z","tags":["Anthro","Greentext","HMOFA","Human","NSFW"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1662055-greentext-bucket-no-longer-updated","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Xek0XGWm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/41/e6/41e67197-9c66-426e-adce-beb1e58d5377","description":"Collection of Greentexts","content":"1. Greentext Bucket (Starting at thread 801) ft. tagging \n2. Tag a request with GTXT for me to easily ctrl+f it. \n3. Bonus points if it has birds. \n4. SMILEY WROTE NONE OF THIS ALL CREDIT GOES THE VARIOUS ANONS (If I write one it goes in the prompt bucket Seen here\\\u003e) \n5. \u0026nbsp;\n6. Collected Greentext from Thread 801 [Roo][ROOmmate] \n7. \\\u003e\"Look. I need this, okay?\" \n8. \\\u003eAnon's kangaroo roommate lays half-naked on his bed, absolutely radiating with pent-up need. \n9. \\\u003eBut Anon was tired. Too much work, too little breaks, and an upcoming presentation the following day. \n10. \\\u003eNope, too tired. \n11. \\\u003e\"Shiela, I've haven't slept in 20 hou--\" \n12. \\\u003e\"And I've been in heat for two weeks, my vibrator's been broken for three, while a replacement won't be here for another four!\" \n13. \\\u003eShe's on her knees, grasping Anon by the arms as if begging to be saved. \n14. \\\u003eHer eyes start tearing-up. \n15. \\\u003e\"Anon, please...\" \n16. \\\u003eA breif pause. Anon remains stoic. \n17. \\\u003eThen slowly, he takes her arm... and gently brushes it off. \n18. \\\u003eAnon makes a step to the right, then collapses face-first onto the bed. Just beside the needy 'roo. \n19. \\\u003eShiela stays there; kneeling, defeated. A pang of dredd in her gut and a bush fire somewhere lower. \n20. \\\u003eShe was about to burst. Whether with tears, rage, or something else; she didn't know. \n21. \\\u003eBut before hell or high-water a metalic jingle catches her ear. \n22. \\\u003eAnon was fiddling with his belt, undoing his pants. \n23. \\\u003eFailing at that, he rolls over onto his back and calls out to the doe. \n24. \\\u003e\"You're doing all the work. No sass if I fall asleep.\" \n25. \\\u003eShe practically jumps on his dick, the sudden weight crushing him. \n26. \\\u003e\"...UGH!...dammit...\" \n27. \\\u003e\"Sorry! Sorry... but you're gonna have to get used to that~\" \n28. \\\u003eSultry 'roo eyes stares into Anon's tired ones. \n29. \\\u003e\"If I can't walk tomorrow, you're driving me to work.\" \n30. \\\u003eDespite his protests Shiela could feel the growing tent rubbing against her. \n31. \\\u003e\"Deal.\" \n32. \\\u003eShe closes it off with a deep, long kiss. Anon returns the favor. \n33. \\\u003eSuprisingly eager for a man half-asleep. \n34. ------------------------------------- \n35. Summertime Shotas \n36. From 817 \n37. \\\u003eBe a horny 13 year old \n38. \\\u003eChillin at the public pool, rubbin your meat against the Jets looking at the college shork in the red one-piece \n39. \\\u003eBraincells that haven't been used in 3 years fire up once again to enact a terrible plan \n40. \\\u003ePlay dead while blowing bubbles in the deep end for about a minute \n41. \\\u003eA few seconds later you're on dry land with the gal breathing down your throat \n42. \\\u003eVerge of nutting \n43. \\\u003eGo for the kiss \n44. \\\u003eIt lasts for a whole 2 seconds before she yelps in surprise \n45. \\\u003eNext thing you feel are sharp teeth around your face \n46. \\\u003eN U T \n47. \\\u003eShe instantly pulls back, hands on her mouth in shock and embarrassment at her reflex \n48. \\\u003eThere's a crowd of onlookers all around \n49. \\\u003eMission Complete \n50. --------------------- \n51. \u0026nbsp;\n52. \u0026nbsp;\n53. \\\u003eFrom Thread 821 \n54. Kitty Katchers \n55. \\\u003e “Martin's Lynx Removal Service.\" \n56. \\\u003e “Yeah, I got one. You gotta help me.\" \n57. \\\u003e “Right. Leeme get a pad and your address.\" \n58. \\\u003e You hear the sound of paper in the background, and tell him where. \n59. \\\u003e The pen scratches over the phone, and you look over your shoulder. \n60. \\\u003e “Got it. Can you describe her?\" \n61. \\\u003e “What the hell? I've got a fucking lynx in my house.\" \n62. \\\u003e “Listen, buddy. There's all kinds of paperwork here.\" \n63. \\\u003e You don't hear anything from the other room. \n64. \\\u003e “...and if this isn't straight my ass is grass. Being smug isn't a crime...\" \n65. \\\u003e You can't walk outside and let her out of earshot, she'd hear the door anyway. \n66. \\\u003e “...but some smug B\u0026E is what we don't want to get the cops involved in.\" \n67. \\\u003e “Fine. About four foot three, tan and black. This isn't garden smug.\" \n68. \\\u003e “Now that wasn't that hard.\" \n69. \\\u003e You cup the phone closer as a long segment of traffic rumbles past. \n70. \\\u003e He guides you through the rest of the description. \n71. \\\u003e “OK. Let's get the situation. She's still there, right?\" \n72. \\\u003e “In the damned bedroom, asleep for now.\" \n73. \\\u003e “So what's the motherfucking problem?\" \n74. \\\u003e “She's a dirty street lynx, only has rags on, and is on expensive sheets.\" \n75. \\\u003e “Fuck her brains out.\" \n76. \\\u003e You get the equivalent of brain freeze without ice cream and scream quietly. \n77. \\\u003e “The little thing stinks to high heaven!\" \n78. \\\u003e “Right. Toss her in the shower first.\" \n79. \\\u003e “What the hell? You're supposed to be getting rid of her!\" \n80. \\\u003e “Nothing wrong with some fun before I come and get her.\" \n81. \\\u003e “And I've already tried tossing her out. She's slippery.\" \n82. \\\u003e “That's what bondage gear is for, numbnuts.\" \n83. \\\u003e You swear sotto voce. \n84. \\\u003e “I heard that asshole. So let's finish up. You were out...\" \n85. \\\u003e “Yeah, went to get groceries.\" \n86. \\\u003e “...and you get back, and there she is.\" \n87. \\\u003e “That's it. Smug and sprawled on my couch. Smell less if it'd been skunked.\" \n88. \\\u003e “About standard if they're close to heat.\" \n89. \\\u003e “So when will you be out here?\" \n90. \\\u003e “A few more things. Any signs of forced entry?\" \n91. \\\u003e “Nothing out of place.\" \n92. \\\u003e “That's good. Clear B\u0026E is dealing with the cops, and they're not even.\" \n93. \\\u003e “What else?\" \n94. \\\u003e “So how long has she been there? An hour or two?\" \n95. \\\u003e “Three days.\" \n96. \\\u003e “Whoa, buddy. That's a bit long to wait calling me.\" \n97. \\\u003e “I thought she'd leave on her own.\" \n98. \\\u003e “You're more delusional than I thought. They're worse than cockroaches.\" \n99. \\\u003e “Like I said, slippery. I don't know what to do.\" \n100. \\\u003e “Calm down. One last thing. Did you feed her?\" \n101. \\\u003e While you wonder what that has to do with it, a voice is behind him. \n102. \\\u003e “Honey, who's on the phone?\" \n103. \\\u003e Her voices purrs, and you can hear him smack her ass. \n104. \\\u003e “Just work, shortstack.\" \n105. \\\u003e Your voice can't stay low and calm. \n106. \\\u003e “Is this some sick fucking joke?\" \n107. \\\u003e “Buddy, you fed her. Wash her and tie her down. I ain't helping.\" \n108. \\\u003e The phone clicks off. \n109. \\\u003e You turn around. \n110. \\\u003e The lynx is lounging against the doorway, a wide and clever grin on her face. \n111. \\\u003e “I've never thought of that. Let's go, big boy. Bathe me.\" \n112. \\\u003e The bathroom door closes, and she's good at getting your clothes off. \n113. ------------------------------------------------------------------- \n114. \u0026nbsp;\n115. From thread 826- A flock of Anon's wish to fornicate with a feathered raptor gf. \n116. \\\u003eYou fall over one another, clumsily groping and discarding clothing in the attempt to distract yourself from the awkwardness \n117. \\\u003eYou're a bit tipsy by the time she comes to your side, her eyes glued to your face as you lay on the floor \n118. \\\u003eYou look down at the floor, trying to remember the last time you ever tried to be intimate with a chick, but it feels as if you're standing in a morgue \n119. \\\u003eYour dick aches and you know she's staring at you as much as she's eyeing you \n120. \\\u003eShe's not looking away from your dick, and you can hear her breathing heavily \n121. \\\u003eThe adrenaline of the moment is giving you an erection, and \n122. \\\u003eand...she feels it through her clothes \n123. \\\u003eShe's sitting on your legs now, her legs wrapped around your thighs, and her hands are tangled in your hair, her fingers sliding under your ear, brushing your cheek \n124. \\\u003eHer tail is wagging, the same one she used to wrap around you the night before \n125. \\\u003eYou \n126. \\\u003eYou ... \n127. like the feel of her tail around your waist, the pressure on your chest, the way her weight settles on you \n128. \\\u003eShe's not quite ready to come out yet, but her tail is pushing against your body, pressing you in, pushing you closer together \n129. \\\u003eShe kisses you like this \n130. \\\u003eYour cock throbs and throbs \n131. \\\u003eHer teeth nibble and bite on your neck \n132. \\\u003eYour heart is pounding \n133. \\\u003eShe's so close, her pussy clenches around \n134. \\\u003earound ... you, her tail pushing into you \n135. \\\u003eYou feel her tongue on your neck, her claws digging into your back \n136. \\\u003eShe comes, a stream of fluid erupting from her vagina, your cock pulsing with each wave \n137. \\\u003eYou have the most amazing time \n138. \\\u003eYou hold her tightly, her tail gently rubbing over \n139. \\\u003e... gently rubbing over your cock \n140. \\\u003eYou hold her tight, her tongue licking and rubbing over your dick \n141. \\\u003eYou feel her tongue on your shaft \n142. \\\u003eHer tail gently stroking your cock \n143. \\\u003eShe licks your cock, her tongue running along your shaft, her teeth digging deep into your back, sucking at your penis. \n144. \\\u003eShe releases your dick, pulling away from your cock, letting you relax \n145. \\\u003eShe sits up, and your cock twitches in your pants \n146. \\\u003eYou look up at her and smile \n147. \\\u003eShe leans into you, her tongue lightly licking you again. \n148. \\\u003eYou feel her tongue lapping at your cock, her head resting on top of your cock \n149. \\\u003eShe slowly starts to slowly lick you, her mouth wrapped around your shaft \n150. \\\u003eYour breathing deepens, and she whispers in your ear \"I want you so bad... I wanna see you cum\" \n151. \\\u003eShe begins to suck your cock faster and faster \n152. \\\u003eYou feel her soft lips around your cock \n153. \\\u003eYou feel a little bit of wetness start to seep out of her mouth and onto your cock \n154. \\\u003eShe lets out a small whimper of pleasure and starts to slowly suck you harder and harder \n155. \\\u003eYou smile again, as she lifts up a claw and slides it over your cock head, stroking it with her other hand, which she uses to stroke her tail. \n156. \\\u003eIt's hard to keep your eyes open, so you just nod your head to show that you're enjoying it, but your heart is racing and you're about to blow your load when the raptor lifts her feathered head, kissing your cock head again. \n157. \\\u003eYour eyes open slowly, and you can't help but stare in awe at her beautiful eyes and beautiful long tail. \n158. \\\u003eShe reaches down and begins to stroke the tip of your cock with her clawed hand. She lets out another small whimper of pleasure and takes you in her mouth again. \n159. \\\u003eYour... \n160. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- \n161. \u0026nbsp;\n162. From 830 Anon fucks up \n163. \\\u003eHad to go to family gathering for an early thanksgiving \n164. \\\u003eHey anon why dont you play some music! \n165. \\\u003eThought about this beforehand so I downloaded a holiday album \n166. \\\u003ePlay Jingle Bells and set my phone down to go to the restroom \n167. \\\u003eTaking a huge dump when suddenly I hear the Tem shop background music \n168. \\\u003eSudden dread hits me \n169. \\\u003eI forgot to delete the \"Tem sucks dik for colleg\" track \n170. \\\u003eBegan playing where I last came to it \n171. \\\u003eSitting in the restroom panicking what to do while I hear my family scrambling for my phone to shut it off through the slurping and chiptunes \n172. \\\u003eNobody would look me in the eyes when I grabbed my phone and left \n173. \\\u003eIts been a week since theyve talked to me \n174. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- \n175. From 832 - Why are Human Males so Easy? \n176. \\\u003ePanda: Like seriously, I can look my worst and humies will still say yes if I ask to fuck \n177. \\\u003eBlondie: Haha, yeah... it's like all they're after are one night stands \n178. \\\u003eRed: Says the girl who's still with Anon! \n179. \\\u003eB: Red! \n180. \\\u003eP: Anon... that humie you took home a month ago? You're still hanging with him? \n181. \\\u003eR: He practically lives with her \n182. \\\u003eB: RED! Really?! \n183. \\\u003eP: AND you're keeping me in the dark? Biiitch, you better spill before I come barging through your door, and you know I have a spare key \n184. \\\u003eB: Alright, I'll talk. Jeez... It started out like, well that. It was late, I was drunk and horny, so I grabbed the nearest, cutest humie and asked if he wanted to take me home \n185. \\\u003eP: Bet he though real hard about that \n186. \\\u003eR: Hush, girl. Let her finish \n187. \\\u003eB: Anyway... we got to my apartment and I kinda, sorta, pretty much ripped his clothes off. He was a bit more delicate, slipping out my dress, even taking off my jewelry. And despite me being okay with doing it on the floor, he picked my drunk ass up and carried me to bed \n188. \\\u003eR: Adorable \n189. \\\u003eB: And look, maybe it was the alcohol, but that was the best sex I had in a long time. So I kinda just dropped after letting one out. I think he was still going when I lost it \n190. \\\u003eP: Ouch. Harsh move, B \n191. \\\u003eB: Ya think? When I woke up, his clothes were gone and it was quiet. It looked like he left. I couldn't blame him, not after a shitty night like that. So I hauled my naked ass out the bedroom and what do I see? Him. Anon. In the kitchen with two sets of toast and water. And you know what he said? \"Morning, beautiful. Breakfast? You look like you need it.\" I didn't answer. Just went and drank a glass of water, grabbed some toast, and saddled up next to him by the counter. When he asked if I wanted to put on a shirt, I told him, 'I'm good' \n192. \\\u003eAnon: Hope you still feel that way, beautiful \n193. \\\u003eB: Anon?! The hell are you doing here?! \n194. \\\u003eA: Red thought it was time I met your other friend. How's it going? \n195. \\\u003eP: One question, Anon \n196. \\\u003eA: Shoot \n197. \\\u003eP: Why are human guys so easy? \n198. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- \n199. From 835 - Dammit Todd Howard \n200. \\\u003eAnon is on his deathbed \n201. \\\u003eHe never gave up his dreams about his waifur \n202. \\\u003ebelieves that after his death, he'll be together with her \n203. \\\u003ethe end is finally here \n204. \\\u003ehe closes his eyes \n205. \\\u003eeverything fades to black \n206. \\\u003eand... nothing \n207. \\\u003eabsolute silence in a endless black void \n208. \\\u003ethat must be it \n209. \\\u003ehe's gone \n210. \\\u003edeath \n211. \\\u003eno afterlife \n212. \\\u003eno heaven \n213. \\\u003eno hell \n214. \\\u003eand no waifur \n215. \\\u003ehe then starts to hear something \n216. \\\u003ethe noises of a horse driven cart \n217. \\\u003esuddenly he's blinded by a bright white light \n218. \\\u003ea voice says \"Hey, you. You're finally awake\" \n219. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- \n220. Also from 835 Nightime Nothings~ \n221. \\\u003e\"No you don't, you're a normie.\" \n222. \\\u003eA fuzzy tail playfully baps you across the face, blocking your phone and the Tibetan Bone Carving forum that you like to frequent. \n223. \\\u003e\"Why else do we bang with the lights off?\" \n224. \\\u003eRemoving the obstruction, you see your waifur sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing her favorite nightee -- a short silken dress that's see-through in just the right light. \n225. \\\u003eSpeaking of lights... \n226. \\\u003e\"Too much lighting makes me think of porn.\" \n227. \\\u003e\"Then stop visiting the red boards every night.\" She pipes, back still turned as she smoothes down her fur. \"Honestly, I thought you'd at least tone it down after scoring this piece of tail.\" \n228. \\\u003e\"I dunno...\" sitting up, you move behind to nip at her neck. She coos at the touch. \n229. \\\u003eThen your hand finds her thigh, the hem of her dress, then the fur of her waist. She's naked underneath. \"It reminds me of how good I got it.\" \n230. \\\u003e\"Don't go buttering me up, honey... not tonight anyway.\" \n231. \\\u003eYou throw her a grin before landing a peck on the cheek, then lay back on the bed. \n232. \\\u003eShe turns off the lights and follows suit. \n233. \\\u003e\"G'night.\" \n234. \\\u003eIt's cold. It's dark. But there's a warm body close to yours. It's enough. \n235. \\\u003e\"G'night.\" \n236. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- \n237. From 838 - Interesting Idea #3371 \n238. \\\u003eSkull Face is a radical human supremacist thanks to \\\u003emuh war trauma \n239. \\\u003eBelieves that if there's just humans there will be true peace \n240. \\\u003eOuter Heaven is a place that lets in anyone from around the world \n241. \\\u003eHumans and anthros live in peace as warmongers on an oil rig \n242. \\\u003eBoneboy has an autistic fit of rage and sucks off a certain cuck to blow up Mother Base \n243. \\\u003eVenom goes into a coma to grow his harem once again \n244. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- \n245. From 838- Ideas of Flirty Lizard Ladies. \n246. \\\u003eYour parents were wealthy nobles, major players in the kingdom you lived in. \n247. \\\u003eHowever a revolution happened in the kingdom you lived in. \n248. \\\u003eWhile it only lasted for about 3 weeks before the rebels were all killed, your mother was killed while trying to protect you. \n249. \\\u003eAfter the failed revolution, your father moves to a small manor outside on a mountain outside of the city. \n250. \\\u003eit usually very cold there but you loved it there as a child. \n251. \\\u003eYour Father also got an Argonian maid to live up there to keep the place clean and to watch you. \n252. \\\u003eShe brought along her daughter who was your best friend growing up. \n253. \\\u003eYou both enjoyed playing together in the in the forest that was nearby and in the snow despite her being Argonian. \n254. \\\u003eIn your teenage years your father sent you to a boarding academy, however you got to see your father and your friend during holidays. \n255. \\\u003eHowever your father never got to see you graduate as he passed away from an illness during your final year at the school. \n256. \\\u003eAfter graduation you inherited you father wealth and manor. \n257. \\\u003eyou then notice your old childhood friend has become the new maid. \n258. \\\u003eand she has grown up to be very attractive. \n259. \\\u003eAnd she won't stop flirting with you \n260. \\\u003eoh dear \n261. feat. Other Anon's expansion \n262. \\\u003eTired of her constant flirting you eventually decide to give her a taste of her own medicine. \n263. \\\u003eShe's flustered at first, but then begins to double down on it. \n264. \\\u003eYou secretly enjoy it. \n265. \\\u003eThe sexual tension runs high between you two. \n266. \\\u003eEventually one evening you return home from a meeting of Nobels. \n267. \\\u003eYou lay down in your study, stressed out about the meeting. \n268. \\\u003eThis may not be the life for you, \n269. \\\u003eYour Childhood friend/maid comes in with a drink for you. \n270. \\\u003eShe flirts with you and you flirt back, you know the usual. \n271. \\\u003eAnd then, she offers to help you \"relive some stress.\" \n272. \\\u003eThe next morning you discover that despite being cold blooded, Argonians are warm in all the right places. \n273. \\\u003eThe two of you start to go steady after that. \n274. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- \n275. From Thread 838, Horny Horned Rat \n276. \\\u003ethe great horned rat figures out an easier way to take over the surface world \n277. \\\u003esends out word that skaven females are to stop being warp fucked \n278. \\\u003eto start using them like regular and special units \n279. \\\u003ebut keep them just as horny \n280. \\\u003ethen when you have enough send them to human towns and wait for horny human men/boys to get grabbed by horny skaven females or the reverse happens \n281. \\\u003ethen just wait a couple days before the whole place has been converted to rat pussy \n282. \\\u003ebut then it backfires when the skaven females like the human men better since they won't backstab them at any moment and didn't turn them into warp abominations \n283. \\\u003eso now you got a bunch of humans and skaven working together has a sort of small army \n284. \\\u003ethen to muck it up even more the female skaven keep worshiping the great horned rat, but change some interpretations and cause the god to split so there's a female and male version \n285. \\\u003eshe's a goddess of fertility, female rats, and breeding with human males \n286. \\\u003esigmar laughs in the divine plane until he starts getting hit on by the great horned mother \n287. \\\u003ethe slann rrrreeeee at the new wave of rats soon to be born \n288. \\\u003egork and mork don't understand and need to be taught what sex is \n289. \\\u003ekhorne is still mad so no change, nurgle is happy people are getting along, tzeentch pretends it was all \"just as planned\", and slaanesh is fapping furiously \n290. \\\u003ethe elves are pissed since elves are always tsundere for humans \n291. \\\u003eand the dwarves aren't even surprised \n292. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- \n293. From 839 Raptor Family Life \n294. \\\u003eEarly Saturday morning \n295. \\\u003eCuddled up with your raptor wife \n296. \\\u003eYou are pulled out of slumber by the sounds of claws tick tacking on the floor, and the sudden weight of 3 raptor chicks jumping into the bed, and hopping up and down on you \n297. \\\u003eIt's pancake day, and they aren't going to let daddy forget like he did last weekend \n298. \\\u003eYou catch your wife looking at you out of a barely open eye, failing to hide the beginnings of a smirk as you give your kids a good morning kiss, and usher them off the bed \n299. \\\u003eAll except the biggest one, who demands you complete the odd morning ritual you two have \n300. \\\u003eWith a smile and a small laugh, you pick him up, take aim at a pile of pillows set up across the room for this specific purpose, and hurl him into them \n301. \\\u003eHe immediately hops up, spins in circles squawking and sprints out toward the kitchen where his siblings wait \n302. \\\u003eYou'll never forget the day you found out he likes to fly, when you flopped on the bed after a long days work, not knowing your son was hiding in the bed to surprise you, and nearly sent him into high orbit \n303. \\\u003eAfter prying your wife's sickle claw away from your throat, you showed her that not only was the chick ok, he had loved the ride, and thus began the morning ritual \n304. \\\u003eYou give your wife a kiss, and leave her to freshen up in the bathroom while you go and start breakfast \n305. \\\u003eYou walk into the kitchen, your arrival punctuated by a Cretaceous cacophony \n306. \\\u003eThe kids are running circuits throughout the kitchen, over and under chairs, the table, and slaloming through cupboards \n307. \\\u003eYou make your way to the counter and prepare to make some mofuggin pancakes \n308. \\\u003eYou get out the pancake mix, two bowls and the syrup \n309. \\\u003eMaple for you and the chicks, blueberry for your wife \n310. \\\u003eYou get to work mixing, listening to the chicks play behind you, sometimes having to turn around and give a stern \"HEY\" when the playing gets too rough \n311. \\\u003eYour wife has come downstairs, the sunlight streaming through the window illuminating her in the most beautiful fashion \n312. \\\u003eShe sees you've got the pancakes handled, and starts setting the table \n313. \\\u003e You prepare to add the special ingredient to the kids mix \n314. \\\u003eAs you reach down to the cabinet where they are hidden, you suddenly hear the commotion behind you stop \n315. \\\u003eTurning around, you see 3 tiny raptors, staring at you in rapt attention. \n316. \\\u003eYou slowly, ever so slowly, produce a bag of chocolate chips from below the counter \n317. \\\u003eJurassicjamboree.wav \n318. \\\u003eThe kids can barely sit still, all barking in their own unique voices \n319. \\\u003eThe biggest one, your son, produces a healthy SQUAWK \n320. \\\u003ethe middle sibling, one of your daughters, always trying to be like her big bro, let's out an ARK \n321. \\\u003eAnd the smallest chick, your youngest daughter, gathers her energy and goes OOGH \n322. \\\u003eyour wife doesn't like it when you laugh at her for that, but you can't help at least chuckling, such a small creature letting out such a large, funny sound \n323. \\\u003eFucking OOGH \n324. \\\u003e you add the chocolate chips to their mix, take both bowls over to the stove, and pour them out into pans \n325. \\\u003e A short while later, breakfast is ready \n326. \\\u003eThe kids immediately dig into their pancakes, voraciously tearing them asunder \n327. \\\u003eYour oldest daughter likes to dip her chocolate chip, syrup soaked pancakes into her orange juice, a fact that, were she not a small child, you'd go on a huge rant about how disgusting that is \n328. \\\u003eYou slide the regular pancakes onto two plates, and bring one over to your wife \n329. \\\u003eHer feathers lift up a bit as you set the plate in front of her, and she gives you a kiss \n330. \\\u003eOr at the very least, bumps her snout against your lips and gives you a lick \n331. \\\u003eShe adds some fresh fruit to her pancakes and just a light layer of blueberry syrup, while you smear butter and drizzle maple over yours \n332. \\\u003eNow that everyone's eating, you turn on the TV, and let the kids watch some cartoons \n333. \\\u003eAfter the last few incidents, you have a strict rule about eating breakfast at the table, so they'll have to deal with watching it from there \n334. \\\u003eAs the chicks tear apart their breakfast, you turn to your wife \n335. \\\u003eShe's watching the kids with a dreamy smile on her face, and leans over and rests her long snout on your shoulder \n336. \\\u003e You wipe a bit of blueberry syrup off of her muzzle, and tell her that it's her turn to wash the syrup out of the kids feathers \n337. \\\u003eShe flashes a sharp toothed grin at you, remembering the last time you had to try and get 3 hyperactive raptor chicks into a tub \n338. \\\u003eIt was all fun and games splashing around and throwing water everywhere until mom came in and put an end to that real quick with a snap of her jaws and a loud growl \n339. \\\u003eThe kids had calmed down after that \n340. \\\u003eShe says she believes she can manage them, and you start to clean up \n341. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- \n342. From 842 - FuckFur on twitter \n343. (Reposted from unknown thread) \n344. \\\u003eImagining furry women listening to this song and keeping it at the top of the charts for weeks \n345. \\\u003eHuman x furry women relationships rise drastically \n346. \\\u003eA lot of furbois find their girlfriends asking for open relationships or just outright cheating \n347. \\\u003e#FuckFur trends on twitter filled with pictures of furry women with human men \n348. \\\u003eLil Tygah retweets almost every pic and mocks furbois constantly on her twitter \n349. This is the world I want to live in \n350. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- \n351. From 842 Lil Tygah \n352. \u0026nbsp;\n353. Alright then, why not? \n354. \\\u003eAfter the success of \"Fuck Fur,\" Lil Tygah announces she'll be working on a new album that will go in even harder on furbois and how good humans are \n355. \\\u003eThe announcement keeps Fuck Fur at number 1 on the charts for even longer \n356. \\\u003eHer new album becomes one of the fastest preordered of all time, earning over a million orders in just a few days \n357. \\\u003eShe posts the demographic breakdown for preorders on Twitter along with a video \n358. \\\u003e67.8% furry women \n359. \\\u003e18.2% furry men \n360. \\\u003e14% human men \n361. \\\u003eIn the video she's laughing and mocking furbois \n362. \\\u003e\"Ahahaha, how many of you furbois are buying this at your girlfriend's request? How many of you are gonna insist in the replies that you just like how my music sounds, you don't really listen to the words? How many of you get off to knowing you can't compare to human cock and love hearing you talk about how much better they are? Don't lie now, I've seen you pathetic furbois slobbering over my lyrics on your fur only forums!\" \n363. \\\u003eShe posts a followup tweet that says \"Anyone who admits they're a pathetic furboi who can't compare to human cock, admit it and tag it with #PatheticFurboi and I'll retweet ya!\" \n364. \\\u003e#PatheticFurboi gets trending \n365. \\\u003eHer Twitter is filled with retweeted selfies of furry men admitting their inadequacies \n366. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- \n367. Anon Meets the Locals (Honest, long neck ungulates will be the death of me) From thread 855 \n368. \u0026nbsp;\n369. \\\u003ewell now you've gone and done it \n370. \\\u003ethey warned you this would happen \n371. \\\u003eyou wandered off from the tour group to snag some pictures of a herd of oryx \n372. \\\u003eand when you got back the jeep was gone \n373. \\\u003eall that was left was a cloud of dust slowly dissipating in the afternoon sun \n374. \\\u003eleaving you in the shit you're in now \n375. \\\u003elaying against some random tree, sipping your water and waiting for your emergency phone to charge \n376. \\\u003eas you relaxed thinking of ways to blame someone else you saw something approaching \n377. \\\u003eit wasn't human by a long shot, too big \n378. \\\u003eas it got closer you could make out her, very obvious by this point, features \n379. \\\u003etan and mottled brown fur, massive fuckoff neck and tits the size of your head \n380. \\\u003ethe giraffe stood over you, looking down at this strange beast in her home \n381. \\\u003eyou were may have been a manlet, standing at a crisp 5'12\", but she made you feel even smaller \n382. \\\u003e\"mmh? mwanadamu anafanya nini hapa peke yake\" \n383. \"what\" \n384. \\\u003eyou never learned that monkey language, choosing the other monkey language, Spanish instead \n385. \\\u003e\"Anaonekana ana nguvu pia, labda raha\" \n386. \\\u003eshe kneels down, her tits right in front of your face \n387. \\\u003eshe sniffs at your hair, and feels you up \n388. \\\u003eher hooved fingers slipping into your clothing \n389. \\\u003eyou would normally stop her, but considering the nice view and your tiredness, you just sit back and let her explore \n390. \\\u003eher hands find their way up your shorts landing on your growing erection \n391. \\\u003eyou hear her stifle a gasp \n392. \\\u003e\"yeye ni mkubwa pia\" \n393. \\\u003eher hands leave your shorts and she scoots herself closer, sitting her naked body on your crotch \n394. \\\u003egently she pulls your head to look up at her \n395. \\\u003eher large brown eyes studying you intently, she uses a finger to pull your mouth open \n396. \\\u003eshe looks at your teeth, and pulls her hand back \n397. \\\u003e\"hii itafanya vizuri tu\" \n398. \\\u003ethen drops her head to meet yours in a kiss \n399. \\\u003eher heavy lips enveloping yours as her tongue slides forward, pressing for entrance \n400. \\\u003eyou take a moment to think this over \n401. \\\u003eyou're out in the middle of fuckoff nowhere \n402. \\\u003ebeing 'molested' by a hot 200kg giraffe who wants your babies \n403. \\\u003ewith nobody coming to find you for another three or four hours \n404. \\\u003efuck it, not like you had anything better to do \n405. \\\u003eyou wrap your hands around her hips massaging the soft flesh of her ass \n406. \\\u003eyou open your mouth wondering if the legendary foot long giraffe tongue is real \n407. \\\u003eshe makes an excited squeak and her tongue pushes into your mouth \n408. \\\u003eand keeps pushing \n409. \\\u003eand keeps pushing \n410. \\\u003eshe tickles the back of your throat making you shudder from the suppressed reflex before backing up just a little \n411. \\\u003eyup \n412. \\\u003eyeah that's real alright \n413. \\\u003eyou in turn accept her gift and suckle on the long muscle violating your mouth \n414. \\\u003eyou're doing something right because your new best friend is moaning into your kiss \n415. \\\u003eshe redirects your hands from her ass to her breasts, then goes back down to undo your shorts \n416. \\\u003eexposing your hard cock to the open air and her very warm body \n417. \\\u003emassaging her folds with a hand she grinds on your dick, spreading her nectar on your shaft and body \n418. \\\u003eshe slides her hips all the way up, and slowly presses herself down \n419. \\\u003efilling her giraffe pussy with your dick \n420. \\\u003eit didn't fit well, just a tad small but that didn't seem to bother her \n421. \\\u003esoon she was pounding her hips against yours \n422. \\\u003eyou grabbed her sides to hold on for dear life as she made love to you \n423. \\\u003eshe, was really getting into it, pressing her tongue back into your throat, going deeper while you were distracted by your dick and the hip shattering woman using you \n424. \\\u003eher tongue pressed down your throat \n425. \\\u003epushing past your Adam's apple before stopping \n426. \\\u003eshe moaned as you felt her tongue wiggle around in your throat and her pussy clench around your dick \n427. \\\u003eyou couldn't breathe, but she didn't seem to care \n428. \\\u003ebeing forced to weather the storm of her orgasm you grunt and slap her hips \n429. \\\u003eshe doesn't care but finally slides her tongue back as her clenching slows \n430. \\\u003eyou coughed and sputtered as that both demonic and heavenly tongue leaves your mouth \n431. \\\u003eshe was panting and making all sorts of lewd noises as her slamming slowed \n432. \\\u003ebut you weren't don't, you may not have minded being used but you'd be damned if you didn't get off \n433. \\\u003edigging your fingers into her hips you thrust as best you can \n434. \\\u003ethe giraffe takes your hint and starts grinding her hips against yours again \n435. \\\u003esoon you were feeling a build up in your balls \n436. \\\u003ewarnings of a coming storm \n437. \\\u003eyou tap her hip, trying to let her know you're about to blow \n438. \\\u003etapping is a universal symbol it seems \n439. \\\u003esince she dove back down to fill your mouth with her tongue again and doubled her efforts \n440. \\\u003eyou held back as long as you could, but with this massive goddess using you like she was you didn't stand a chance \n441. \\\u003egasping, you pushed as deep as you could and exploded \n442. \\\u003eyour orgasm filling her hot insides white as your mind blanked \n443. \\\u003ea rush of endorphins making you feel light headed and giddy as you filled her \n444. \\\u003eyour shots soon petered off \n445. \\\u003eyour softening dick sliding out of her, bringing with it a mix of fluids \n446. \\\u003eyour giraffe pulled back from your kiss and rolled to her side, viewing her handy, (hoofy?) work \n447. \\\u003ethen she placed her head on your belly, her long dark purple tongue sliding out to clean you up \n448. \\\u003eas it reached your balls you realized how merciful she was \n449. \\\u003eher tongue wrapped your cock and balls as her head slid down your body to engulf them in her warm mouth \n450. \\\u003esuckling you like you suckled her \n451. \\\u003ewith a wet pop she pulled off your genitals, leaving them shiny and clean \n452. \\\u003eshe rubbed your chest, muttering \n453. \\\u003e\"lazima niwaonyeshe kwa wasichana wengine\" \n454. \\\u003ebefore dozing off, riding her high into a nap \n455. \\\u003eyou joined her, wondering you you'd even need your phone anymore \n456. 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The Bucketmaster writes \n458. \\\u003eIt is the year 2500 \n459. \\\u003eHumans are in space \n460. \\\u003eUnfortunately the waifurs aren't there \n461. \\\u003e:( \n462. \\\u003e/hmofa/ is still here \n463. \\\u003ewell not really, it moved to boards.inspacechan.mar/trash2 \n464. \\\u003eEvery single story written in the 21st century has been adapted into graphic novels or screenplays \n465. \\\u003eDue to the literal trillions of humans its actually profitable with normies \n466. \\\u003eMen like it but there is opposition \n467. \\\u003eParticularity with the rising femcel demographic \n468. \\\u003eHowever on 18.3.2501 something changed \n469. \\\u003eA new being was born \n470. \\\u003eThe bloodlines hailing from all the OG writers or their relatives have made it \n471. \\\u003eA master of genetics \n472. \\\u003eBy age 4 he made waifurs \n473. \\\u003eBy 5 he grew happy and made waifeathers \n474. \\\u003eAt 6 every waithro was able to be tailor made. \n475. \\\u003eHuman males acquired millions of them their sons human, daughter a random anthro \n476. \\\u003eColonization went apeshit \n477. \\\u003eThe birthrate tripled in four years \n478. \\\u003eHappyAlfaBallAkellaSharkReyCashTrial\\_Face.exeCreations Hart did it. \n479. \\\u003eOf course his name was several pages long in actually but this was his spacebucket.com username \n480. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- \n481. From Thread 964 \n482. \\\u003eChildhood friend waifur and Anon depart. \n483. \\\u003eAnon never thought of friend as a lover \n484. \\\u003eWaifur thought taking lovers would make him want her \n485. \\\u003eNow its the eve of Anon's departure, his bags are packed, he's taking a long walk around his hometown, taking it in one last time for a long time. \n486. \\\u003eHe goes to the hill where he and Waifur used to play as kids, cracks a beer and drinks watching the sunset. \n487. \\\u003eAs orange fades to indigo the waifur approaches. \n488. \\\u003eShe approaches him cuddles up next to him like they did when they were kids. \n489. \\\u003eAnon reaches into his pocket, grabbing a folded polariod, he and a group of buddies at a place some far off land. \n490. \\\u003e\"I'll be there soon.\" He says smiling. \n491. \\\u003e\"What about me?\" the Waifur protests. \n492. \\\u003e\"You'll do fine.\" He says staring off into the distance. \n493. \\\u003e\"B-But I want you!\" She cries. \n494. \\\u003eHe turns to her, a somber look in his eyes. \n495. \\\u003e\"Really? You never showed it.\" \n496. \\\u003eHe leaves the hill and towards his future, to a far off land. \n497. \\\u003eShe sits there on the hill, alone, tears in her eyes. \n498. \\\u003eShe won't see Anon for years. \n499. \\\u003eShe looks back on her past, crying to Anon after breakups, but never showing anything beyond that. \n500. \\\u003eTears soak into her furred face as she realizes her mistakes, her passive affection. \n501. \\\u003eThe years pass quickly for Anon, he returns a new man. \n502. \\\u003eWaifur he so happy to see him, she offers to pick him up. \n503. \\\u003eTail wagging, ears standing straight up she searches for Anon at the airport. \n504. \\\u003eHe exits, a suitcase in hand. \n505. \\\u003eShe runs up to hug him \n506. \\\u003e\"Its been a while hasn't it?\" \n507. \\\u003e\"Too long Anon.\" \n508. \\\u003e\"Sorry, here I'd like you to meet my wife...\" \n509. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- \n510. Bucketmaster writes again (most Anon's just make their own pastebins these days) \n511. \\\u003eBe me \n512. \\\u003e50 years old \n513. \\\u003eMarried Ravenfu mid twenties \n514. \\\u003emade babies from late twenties to early thirties \n515. \\\u003eLike nine kids \n516. \\\u003eThanksgiving day \n517. \\\u003eOldest son is back from college with fiance \n518. \\\u003eOldest daughter with the family next door's human son. \n519. \\\u003eThe twins are halfway through eighth grade. \n520. \\\u003eSnotty little shits but fun to watch. \n521. \\\u003eYou've grown grey, and so has your wife to a lesser extent \n522. \\\u003eJust grey on the tips of her feathers and base of her beak. \n523. \\\u003eYou aren't the up and coming engineering hotshot you once were. \n524. \\\u003eShe isn't the endlessly energetic nurse either. \n525. \\\u003eAs the turkey is cooking you grab the old pigskin and call out to the family. \n526. \\\u003eYour dad insists he can still \"throw like Earl Morrall in '72\" \n527. \\\u003ethe grannys, the aunts, and the wife sit down in lawn chairs, except for Aunt Katie, she's \"still got some flight in these feathers\" \n528. \\\u003eYour son stands across from you ready to hike the ball \n529. \\\u003eHe's like you in your prime but three inches taller \n530. \\\u003eAnd he's engaged to a Mexican Jaguar \n531. \\\u003e\"I'm gonna get you this year pops!\" He says with the same competitive and determined look in his eyes he's had since he was four. \n532. \\\u003eYou smile \n533. \\\u003eYou hike the ball to your brother \n534. \\\u003e\"Go Long\" \n535. \\\u003eYou run \n536. \\\u003eYour littlest nephew \"tackles\" you with all of sixty pounds \n537. \\\u003eYour wife is narrating the game like an NFL announcer. \n538. \\\u003eA Hour and a half passes. \n539. \\\u003eThe women return indoors \n540. \\\u003e\"Supper time Hun!\" Your wife calls. \n541. \\\u003eIt's a feast. \n542. \\\u003eTurkey, Ham, Sweet Potatoes, mashed potatoes, deviled eggs, salad, collard greens, fired okra just to list a few. \n543. \\\u003ePrayers and thanks are shared before the conversation begins in full. \n544. \\\u003eStarts of catching up, to the poking fun at the kids, to the annual political D(shouting match)ebat"}