Update Post! (Plus a lil snuff'writing)

Good morning or evening. It's Poppy! I'm here to actually update you on the situation.

It's been a long, very shaky year, and I'm proud to say that I feel like I kinda know what I'm doing now. Here is what I'm going to -try- and do now.

1, A small selection of short-stories, primarily commissions that I'd like to complete. (Posted for paid members until the next story comes out, then it shall be free.) -
2, The Discord is pretty much finalized, but I wasn't making content for it. I'll begin inviting members that have an explicit love for the smut I produce.
3, A goal. I'm going to be posting 10,000 words worth of high quality smut per month.

I want to see the completion of The Day after the Purge and would like to do more polls and suggestions for short writing stories, blurbs and more. If you love my words, I love you, so DM me on Patreon's DMs, Furaffinity's Notes, or my Discord - Username #nymnuts. -

Hope everyone has a great April. If you made it this far, here is a little blurp of Poppy meeting a snuff-happy goblin girl.

"Poppy tries out being a subby meat cow, born to die the second someone wants a bite. She thinks about it, before the living theme park comprehends her dwelling and has a little goblin-girl bring herself to Poppy. The pint-sized proportion of excessive fucking hips bounces to a stand-still, landing on her tippy-toes while all that emerald green mass wobbles up, down and around in mini, tantalizing, vision-captivating wobbles. "Hey, Poppy? I'm here to uh.." she blushes, her cunt starts to sop as the words leave her lips. "I'm here to show you what you want." - The tribal girl is already out of her blouse, tummy and tits exposed as her shirt clings to her shoulders. She pushes her hair out of the way to reveal a collar biting at her neck. It's stretchy material, with a few hard wires running through it, giving it a firm, tightness around her throat. ||"Fuck." she moans out, hands pressing into her jeans. Her fingers start to run through her folds. "I'm just a product demonstration." - "Are you okay?" Poppy asks, puzzled. "No~ Fuck. I'm going to die. Oh fuck I'm going to-" She orgasm, soaking through her panties, splattering her thighs, and glistening streams of girl-gloss across the floor like a waterfall. The collar snaps at the same moment, wires run through her flesh, parting her head from her shoulders in a spray of horizontal, then vertical blood streaming out into a fountain. The demonstration girl is stood, practically going from orgasmic gush to straight piss littering the floor. She hits her knees, then thunks against the ground, tits first as she spasms. Her head flies so high that she literally cracks like a watermelon upon returning to the ground, not a single bounce, just a smash that caves in her face, immortalizing her bliss with the pavement.

"Huh.." Poppy takes the collar after its wires are reset. "I suppose thats convincing enough." she dwells on it, before clasping the irremovable collar around her throat. It adjusts to her size, getting a tightness that barely lets a gulp pass down her gullet. The wires exposed, primed for whenever her 'heart beat' is raised to a beyond orgasmic level. "Fun."

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