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Mary-Jane had just invited her demon weasel boyfriend Weez Weasel (from The Devil and Daniel Mouse) to play and sing a song just for him. And it looks like Weez loves what he's hearing (and seeing) ;)
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The sound of the weasel’s heart beating furiously ringed in the devil’s ear, tickling old B. L. with glee. What a deal, oh what a deal! The weasel’s footsteps were fast and estranged, scared and uneasy. He knew what he had done. He knew there was one and only one thing to possibly save his soul in time. And time was running out. Before long the clock struck midnight. B. L Zebub made his entrance and the lanky young weasel fell to the ground in fear. “Weez, my good friend,” he said in an oh-so-kind voice, “ready to go?” “Nao, just wait a few more minutes. She’ll be here’. She wouldn’t leave me like this. I sent her the letter and everything. I’m…I’m her soul mate.” B. L. laughed a despicable laugh of pity. “I don’t see her anywhere. You must be mistaken. After all if she is your ‘soul mate’ she would’ve been here by now.” Weez was mortified. He looked through the darkness of the trees with tears in his eyes. She was nowhere in sight. Why oh why was he such a fool? “Now Weez, it isn’t all bad. I know how much a broken heart can hurt. Once you take a step down there you’ll loose all those horrible memories of what once were.” “Yeah…I-I guess…” said Weez. “I just don’t get why she wouldn’t come.” “Any idea as to what the last thing you said to her was?” Weez thought about it and hung his head in shame. The devil put his hand on Weez’s shoulder. “You were such a good client. I have a wonderful idea. If you can stay loyal to me, I’ll let you keep that body of yours. You can be my personal assistant, now and forever. How does that sound?” Weez couldn’t reply. He peaked behind his shoulder at the forest one last time in the hopes that maybe she would burst through the bushes to plead his case. Maybe she forgave him. He thought of his life in the forest with his loving family, all the wonders and hopes he had growing up for a better future. He thought of all the beautiful, handsome, stylish outfits he made just for her and the joy of seeing her in them. Then presently all these thoughts went away and he was unable to get them back. B. L. gave the him push and he fell, fell, and fell down a dark corridor. Then he hit the ground beneath him. He had no idea what he was worrying about, where he had been before or what he wanted. All he knew was that the ground beneath him was burning and that B. L. Zebub was standing over him. “Anything you need boss?” he asked, trying to avoid the flames as though he had done this many times before. ———————————————————————————— “Walter?” “Aggy, my sweet angel,” Weez said as he welcomed the mink inside his lounge. “Come in, come in.” “Thank you Walter,” said Aggy calling him by his proper name. Aggy sat herself down on her couch where Weez sat himself next to her and talked endlessly about his recent prowess as a fashionesto. How his work would be acclaimed for decades after it was finished, how he would go down in history as one of the greatest artists of all time. All the while he paid no mind to his girlfriend’s clear disinterest in what he was talking about. “Walter that’s all good and done but I must ask, why did you ask me to meet you here?” Aggy asked. Weez choked up a bit. “I’ll get to that in a second,” he said nervously looking at his girlfriend. She was all he ever wanted in the world. Beautiful, smart, a lover of the finer things in life just like him. She deserved only the best and he was going to be just that. He got down on one knee, pulled a tiny box from his pocket and presented his sweetheart with a diamond ring. “Now that I’m at the top, you can be mine forever,” he said. “I got this just for you Aggy.” Aggy was stunned. “Oh…Walter…I really don’t know what to say. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful!” Weez turned the conversation back to his career and the other thing he desired more than anything else in the world: fame. “Well this little trinket will get a lot snazzier once I hit it big in New York, then we’ll be able to replace it with something a lot nicer. Your gonna be the top of the top baby. Not that you weren’t that already but this time you’ll be top of the top with me! Diamond rings’ll be worthless far as you’re concerned.” Aggy took the ring case in her hands and looked it over very carefully. Then she looked back at Weez who was smiling a triumphant smile. The kind of smile you’d make when you won an enormous amount of prize money at the county fair and not the kind you give someone you want to marry. A smile that could never be more different than the one he gave her the day they first met, a smile of true, honest infatuation. “Weez I am honored. But I can’t take it,” she said. Weez’ triumphant smile disappeared. “Wha…I…but why?” “I think you’re more in love with the idea of me being your wife then…well…me.” Weez stood up, furious. “Are you serious? I have everything! I can do anything now! I’m all you ever wanted and you say no?” “But that’s just it Weez you were all I ever wanted,” she said, “you still are deep down. I just don’t want to deal with all this superficial stuff. Maybe we can get married after you go to New York. You know, when things have settled down?” The enraged weasel stood up, pounding his long legs in the ground. “You have no idea what I went through to get this far! I’m successful! I’m finally living my dreams! That’s not enough for you is it? It’ll never be enough for you! Married after New York? How about married never.” Aggy tried to defend herself. “No! I am happy for you I just wish you weren’t as concerned about your career. I wish you would just listen to me!” “I don’t need to listen to you! I don’t need you and never will! All you’ve done is hold me back! Get out!” When the mink refused to leave Weez took her by the arm and walked her over to the door. He flung her so hard against the wall outside that she started to cry. In the back of his brain there was a part of Weez that was looking on in horror at what he just did. It was the part that was wondering if she was right, guilty that he just hurt her and knowing all to well that she wouldn’t listen to his apology. Yet that tiny part of him in the back of his brain was powerless against his ambition. Instead of helping her up or pleading to her for forgiveness, he threw the ring at her feet and said, “I’ll still leave you a ticket if you wanna catch my show in New York. It’ll be the night of my greatest triumph. Maybe then you’ll get an idea of what you’ve lost.” ———————————————————————————— “Pretty? She’s the most beautiful thing in the universe. I’d die for her, I’d kill for her. I’d lie, I’d cheat, I’d do anything for Aggy Angel Mink,” said the scrawny, love-struck weasel as he was explaining his dilemma to this strange, intimidating creature claiming to be the head of a fashion and design company. “Anything hmm?” asked the reptilian beast. “Oh yes! I mean Aggy is like my soul mate. I just know it!” “Ah my little love-struck friend, even soul mates must fight to be together. Do you honestly expect a lady as rich and as grand as you make her up to be would fall for you?” asked the creature. With a heavy heart Weez replied, “I am gonna try to make a life for us…I mean…once I hit it big with my store and make the newest look everyone, and I mean EVERYONE’s got to have. She’ll just have to have me then.” “Ah…and how do you expect to make it big as a designer?” Weez shrugged and answered with what every artist tells themselves. “I guess by working from my heart.” The creature hissed in disgust. The weasel began to get uneasy by his presence. “You could always get there faster. Working from your heart will only take you so far. And I, B. L. Zebub of the Eden Department of Fashion and Design, can help you get there in no time at all.” The creature showed Weez a contract that seemed to go on for miles. It was impossible to read in one lifetime, let alone one night. He handed him a needle and instructed him to prick his paw should he want to sign. “I have a bit of a fear o’ needles. Don’t cha have anything else?” “No, no, no it has to be blood. Think of it this way, the heart is what pumps blood all through the body. With this contract, you sign with your heart. And do you truly, honestly want this special little lady more than anything else in the world?” Weez hardly took a second to reply. “Yesyesyesyes!!! I’ll do it! Anything you want goes Mr. B. L. Anything for her.” “Even lie and cheat?” “You bet! I’ll lie and cheat!” The sneaky, confident creature smiled as the weasel wrote on the dotted line with his own blood. “My good Weez, this is the beginning of a glorious partnership.”
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Little Bears need their Big Momma~ Mother Bear deserves a whole other type of loving~ 🐻🧡💙🍼 Her voice is SO asmr it's soooo soothing~
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Scaredy loves to fill Sue up with his hot, sticky nut juice! 💦🥜🐿️🧡🧡
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This is a very old image of mine from 2008 that you might find amusing, in addition to the following fanfic that I originally wrote to explain the scene: (Note: This story overlaps with, then departs from, the 1985 Nelvana-produced Ewoks cartoon, specifically episode 1x09—Sunstar vs. Shadowstone) ______________________________________ Kneesaa and Latara were worried. Teebo had brought them and their friend Wicket to this clearing, beyond the protection of the Bright Tree Village, to show them his power. Teebo had been training with the village shaman, Logray, and was eager to impress his friends. For their part, the two young females were eager to be impressed, and, at first, Teebo did not disappoint. Using one of Logray’s wands, he created illusions and played Latara’s flute without touching it. “Careful, Teebo—don’t overdo it,” cautioned Kneesaa, whose strait-laced attitude reflected her desire to become the village’s chief one day. Despite her warning, the magics that Teebo toyed with quickly became too much for him to control, and the resulting vortex destroyed Logray’s wand and Latara’s flute before it eventually dissipated. “Oh, my poor flute!” Latara wailed. Turning in disgust at the damage wrought by Teebo's magic, Kneesaa, Latara, and Wicket were about to return to the village when they heard a gentle song drifting to them from farther in the forest. The four young Ewoks followed the melodious feminine voice to a cave, the interior walls of which appeared to shine with a golden light. “I have a bad feeling about this,” Kneesaa moaned, trailing slightly behind. “Don’t be afraid. Come closer,” the voice invited. At the end of the cave, a creature of unprecedented beauty reclined, and the young Ewoks approached her with awe and wonder. She was furry, like them, but her limbs were lithe, and her rounded hips and bosom flowed in a shape that resembled an hourglass. As they stood speechless, their surroundings suddenly shifted. They found themselves in a dark, stagnant swamp, far from the majestic and protective branches of their arboreal village. And, even more ominously, their host’s preternaturally attractive form transformed into the withered and stunted shape of their ancient enemy, Morag. “Let us go!” demanded Kneesaa. “No, little ones. I need you to lure old Logray to me,” she croaked in her characteristically raspy voice. Morag had transported them to her territory, and she would not let them leave without exacting a terrible price. However, as she considered the slaves that fate had delivered to her, she began to formulate a new plan for the young females. *** Morag, the Tulgah witch of the forest moon of Endor, was a powerful and intelligent creature, to be sure, but a drawn-out standoff with the tree-dwelling, bipedal, ursine creatures known as Ewoks had halted her dark ambitions. Long ago, she had stolen a powerful artifact called the Sunstar-Shadowstone from the superstitious primitives. In her arrogance, however, she also enslaved the Ewok warrior who attempted to stop her, forcing Logray to serve her menial needs. This critical error allowed the Ewok the opportunity to learn her magics and turn them against her. When the dust had settled, Logray had escaped with half of the artifact, and quickly used his Sunstar to bolster the defenses of his village against her and her Shadowstone. Although unable to attack the primitives and their shaman directly, Morag had since made several attempts to bring down the Ewok collective, manipulating other races into attacking or undermining the ecosystem that the Ewoks depended on for survival. She had created a magical contagion that turned the faerie-like Wisties into crazed arsonists during a drought, tricked a family of gigantic Phlogs into believing that the Ewoks had stolen their (also gigantic) infant, and twice sent her enslaved Mantigrue to wipe out the sunberry trees that nourished the Ewok tribe. In each instance, the Ewoks banded together, and even allied themselves with the other, equally unambitious races. This day, however, she chanced to encounter four young Ewoks—hooded, but clearly short of adulthood—beyond range of Logray’s protection. One of them, amusingly enough, appeared to fancy himself Logray’s apprentice, and carried some of her “old friend’s” mystic items. She quickly formulated a simple trap, and disguised her appearance to maximize its impact. *** Morag had initially planned to send a straightforward ransom demand to her old friend, perhaps a psychic projection to his absurd, dreidel-like scrying device, but the success of her ruse gave her another idea. Despite its undoubtedly alien proportions, the Ewoks had responded positively to the form that she had chosen, perhaps because it was an impossibly idealized version of the Ewoks’ own secondary sexual characteristics. She did not need all the adolescent Ewoks to serve as hostages—really, Logray would be interested enough in rescuing his apprentice, and the magical items that he had pilfered—so she decided to use her new insight into Ewok psychology to devise a two-pronged attack against the Bright Tree village and its shaman. The two budding females would be perfect for her purposes, their bodies and minds already in a natural state of flux. She would exploit their collectivist conditioning, redirect their youthful energy, and empower their basest instincts, twisting the two girls into subtle weapons. Unlike the incendiary charm that she used on the Wisties, the Ewoks would not think to metaphorically throw cold water on their hot young females until it was too late. Then, they would either continue to undermine the tribe’s established social order, or Logray would deplete his magical strength in an attempt to reverse the direction that their lives had taken. First, however, Morag would need to show the she-woks the path that they would walk for her. As the Tulgah witch prepared herself for the ritual, her Yuzzum guards pushed the two young females before her. It would be a new spell, combining the crazed passion of the “Firefolk” spell with the sexual transfiguration that had lured the young Ewoks into her clutches. “We’ve done you no harm! Let us go! Please!” Kneesaa cried. “Soon, ‘White-Fur’—but first, I will teach you your place in the world. You are destined to become a mindless sow, desperate to attract the gaze of the most aggressive boars in the forest, who will fight each other without mercy for the opportunity to squirt their seed into your sex and make you fat with their ravenous, ungrateful spawn.” Kneesaa was beginning to understand why Morag was single. “You poor creature! There’s nothing but hate in your life,” she observed. “Nothing? You call this nothing?! This is POWER! Power to … well, I can’t exactly stop you from becoming a slut, but I can ensure that you will become a useful slut. MY slut!” Morag rasped, as she struck her staff onto the ground, and unleashed a torrent of crackling magic from the Shadowstone. Glittering sparks enveloped the she-woks, and the enchantment went to work on their minds and bodies. *** Kneesaa felt the dirty desires cascade through her, and desperately cast about her flooded mind for some element of her life to keep herself afloat. She thought of the woklings that she so often cared for— it was up to her to serve as their big sister, and how could she care for them if she gave in to the feelings that Morag had filled her with? Of course, they would feel lust themselves, one day. It was inevitable. And, just as inevitably, they would need someone to teach them about matters of mating and sex—and of pleasure. Someone experienced. Really, she should experiment sexually for that very reason, regardless of Morag’s influence. She could continue to act as an advocate for the woklings, spreading her legs for the elders, and then returning to her young charges with advice and guidance learned though her slutty escapades. And the little ones were so adorable that she couldn’t wait to see the looks on their faces when she kissed them passionately for the first time … or showed them how much fun it could be to let “big sister” Kneesaa play with them. *** As her mind struggled with the pull of Morag’s spell, Kneesaa’s body also began to show signs of the witch’s perverse influence. Kneesaa’s nipples, usually concealed by the slightly darker fur of her belly, began to grow more prominent and erect, sprouting like flower buds from her chest. Behind them, dormant mammary glands engorged and swelled, presenting her nipples to the world like the most delicious and succulent fruit. *** Suddenly shocked by her own thoughts, Kneesaa violently shook her head. Were Morag’s magics so powerful that they could turn her into a pedophile against her will, or were they simply bringing out a side of her character that had always been there, lurking somewhere below the surface of her consciousness? On the verge of despair, Kneesaa longed for the presence of her father. He would hold her in his strong arms, and reassure her that her destiny was not to be a sexual predator, but the chieftain of their tribe. She would bury her face in the fur of his chest and feel warm and protected. Chirpa was so strong and powerful—Kneesaa could understand what her mother saw in him. And he had been without his loving mate for so long—it had been just the two of them since the day that Kneesaa’s mother and sister died . She wondered how he would react if she trailed kisses down his belly, slowly sinking to her knees, before taking his penis into her eager mouth. He might resist, but he deserved all of the pleasure that she could give him, and she owed it to him to try. *** Kneesaa’s limbs, formerly as stubby as the rest of her race, grew longer and more graceful. Her waist narrowed, making her rapidly flaring hips all the more dramatic. Her rump became generously full and curved. Like her nipples, her vaginal lips began to peek out from beneath a tuft of her belly fur, and Kneesaa involuntarily shivered with the sudden sensation of cool air on her wantonly exposed sex. *** Images of the she-wok and her father succumbing to their incestuous desires trampled though Kneesaa’s mind, crushing her remaining resistance, and her restraint. In her mind’s eye, she saw her body twisted into a caricature of a nubile Ewok female in heat, her hips curved wide and full, and her breasts swollen and ready for suckle. Indeed, she imagined that her breasts were not meant to nurse infants—but her father would enjoy them, pressing his face against them as he fondled them and sucked on her excited nipples. She imagined herself on all fours, her back arched and her rump salaciously presented to her father to take however he wanted it. Imagined his rough face between his young daughter’s downy thighs, tasting the dew of her fresh sex as she laid on her back and squirmed. Imagined spreading her legs even wider as his weight came to rest on atop her body, and his penis penetrated deep inside her. Imagined his seed exploding inside of her, and the warm contentedness as the incestuous pair drifted to sleep in each other’s arms. The thought of taking her mother’s place, of sharing her wonderful father’s bed, made her nipples ache and her vagina weep. *** As the changes slowed, the remnants of Morag’s magic glittered around the young Ewok, and Kneesaa’s transformation was complete. The future chieftain of the Bright Tree Village was now a buxom slut who wanted nothing more than to have sex with virtually her entire village. She wondered if she should make it a campaign promise. Latara had long since surrendered to Morag’s influence. She had always been something of an attention-whore, and, as soon as she realized that all eyes would be on her if she strolled into a ring of aroused males and offered her body to them, her resistance completely evaporated. She eagerly anticipated brazenly strutting across the ramps and skyways of the village with the sexual scent of so many males still lingering in her fur. The other females would be so jealous. Of course, there was no reason why she should only offer her body to boars. She suspected that females would find her attractive too, once they got over their envy over her fulsome body. Kneesaa and Latara’s eyes shone with barely-restrained desire. They instinctively knew that they would never be able to conceive children, but that awareness only sharpened their hunger for sex, and they felt a wave of gratitude toward Morag for the gift that she had given them, the life that she had forced them into. They stood proudly, primping their overripe bodies for their captor. As she gazed coldly at the oversexed creatures that she had created, Morag decided that she was pleased with the results of her experiment. To the girls’ dismay, however, the witch had one last spell to cast. With barely a shake of her staff, she sent a swirl of magic around her captives, cloaking them in a shallow illusion. Once again, Kneesaa and Latara looked every inch the innocent girls that had fallen into her trap earlier that day, only their eyes betraying the wild and indiscriminate sexuality that now dominated their thoughts. “And now, my slaves, you will return to the welcoming arms of your tribe!” Morag declared. “Do not restrain yourselves, for Logray’s wards will strip away the glamour that I have used to disguise your new forms before six sunrises have passed. By that time, your true nature will be obvious. But do not fear! Even disguised as your former selves, your presence will inflame the sexual energy of those around you, and that energy will make your charms stronger. My power will become your power, and your influence will exhaust the males and transform the females. If Logray discovers you and attempts to return you to your previous state,” and here the girls felt great dread that such a thing was possible, “he will open himself to my attacks. And, if he doesn’t, then thus begins the final frenzy of the Ewoks!” *** The sun was setting when Kneesaa and Latara returned to the Bright Tree Village, to all outward appearances no different than they were when they left. With a lascivious smile, Latara went to inform Teebo’s family that he had decided to go hunting with Wicket for a few days, and that they shouldn’t worry. She was sure that they would believe her, allowing Morag to keep him hostage in the short term without any fear of discovery. And, while Latara was making the trip, she wondered if perhaps she should take Teebo’s younger sister Malani aside for some quality time—just between the girls. Latara licked her lips as she thought of little Malani’s. Kneesaa’s father would probably never allow her the freedom to abruptly leave to hunt, she reflected as she reached her hut. Not surprisingly, Chirpa awaited her, concern stamped on his features. “Daughter!” he exclaimed with relief, “Where have you been?” “Oh, Father,” she soothed, “I was just out with my friends. Teebo took us out to the woods, and we learned what magic can do.” “I see,” he replied. “Daughter, I know that you aren’t my little wokling anymore, but you need to take care of your responsibilities at all times if you are going to protect this tribe.” “I know, Father,” she conceded, smirking inwardly, “from now on, I’ll devote myself to keeping the tribe standing tall and ready for anything that comes. But Father, please don’t say that I’m not your little wokling anymore …” She slowly sashayed towards him, gazing back into his eyes soulfully. She thought that she saw him swallow. “… Because, even when I belong to the entire tribe, I’ll always be your girl.” And, standing on her toes, she softly kissed his lips. She felt a rush of energy, like magic, flow into her belly. My power will become your power, Morag had said, and Kneesaa felt powerful. Her father didn't have a chance. “In fact, would it be okay if we slept together tonight? Like we used to?” she breathed. “I, uh … suppose that would be alright, Daughter,” he reluctantly conceded, “but I have a long day tomorrow, and we should go to sleep now.” He was desperate to keep her focus away from his groin, where, for some reason, his penis had decided to become inappropriately hard. Moments ago, as she approached him, he could have sworn that he saw a brief vision of his daughter looking more nubile than he thought possible, as though she had matured and gone into heat instantly before his eyes, and then snapped back to adolescence. He didn’t know how he would conceal his erection from his daughter in the bed, but the light wasn’t fading quickly enough, and he wanted to get it under cover as quickly as possible. Kneesaa smiled knowingly and nodded, though she had no intention of letting her father get a full night’s sleep. Taking him by the hand, she led him to their bed. “I have a bad feeling about this,” Chirpa thought nervously. Kneesaa had a feeling that she would never sleep alone again. The End ...?
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This drawing is dedicated to slowderpyguy
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Chonke Hamster Fucks Chonke Skunk
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Scaredy, who was just discovering his new gay-orientated sex drive, decided to try a dildo for the first time, and…we can clearly see how much he enjoyed it~
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A cute, Padded Sue Squirrel Dakimakura for another friend of mine, as a character alt. for the Scaredy Daki!
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A cute, padded Scaredy Squirrel daki, as a gift for an awesome FWB!
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Shirt Cut Meme Saw this thing going around and thought it'd be fun to do it with my sona but with a cosplay twist :D
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After going steady for a few times on their first few dates, Scaredy and Sue finally get freaky! Nothing turns on these cute squirrels more then watching each other masturbate, and it’s even better due to the fact that both Scaredy and Sue haven’t masturbated in a VERY long time. ;)
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Morty Storkowitz and Mr. Nuthatch from Birdz. Commissioned by anonymous. Art by Bob-Jiggles.
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Mr. Hornbill from My Gym Partner's a Monkey and Morty Storkowitz from Birdz. Commissioned by Anonymous. Art by Bob-Jiggles.
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Morty Storkowitz and Mr. Nuthatch from Birdz. Commissioned by anonymous. Art by Bob-Jiggles.
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Masturbating Mother Bear 4 days of working on this and I finally got it done to the point that I'm happy with; three major versions of it too :3 But anyways Little Bear was out playing with his friends in the garden while Mother bear was treating her self to some alone time. Little bear had found a small green a worm eating their plants so he rushed back inside to see if Mother bear knew what kind of worm it was, once he ran back into the house he saw Mother bear sitting there in her chair, legs open wide, pussy being displayed in all its glory, almost inviting Little bear to come closer. She looked angry at him for barging in like that, but it wasn't because of Little bear, it was because cat had been watching her from outside the window for a good 5 minutes. There is my cheesy back story to how this pic came to be. I did some convenient censorship there with the way Little bear is looking at Mother bear too :3. And I actually took the time to piece together a background this time. And just to be me, I added my cookie cutter bear dong as a gender bender at the end, as a joke really :p To be honest, the eyes were the hardest thing to get right. Took me making them a separate layer and just drawing a bunch and finding a pair that worked right. No nips on the tits because of me forgetting to draw any on :3
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Here’s Jan Mouse from the 70′s Halloween special, The Devil and Daniel Mouse. Enjoy! Available in 3 versions, nude, transparent dress, and opaque dress. HB
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Here’s Jan Mouse from the 70′s Halloween special, The Devil and Daniel Mouse. Enjoy! Available in 3 versions, nude, transparent dress, and opaque dress. HB
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Here’s Jan Mouse from the 70′s Halloween special, The Devil and Daniel Mouse. Enjoy! Available in 3 versions, nude, transparent dress, and opaque dress. HB
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