Reflecting on the Nature of (Doing) Oneself

[kmhirosaki]

SnowflakeCat: While browsing Y* the other day, I found a story about a twinky, bottomy, slutty little panther with purple fur.
SnowflakeCat: It wasn't a very good story.
SlipperyWeasel: Aw. And such a promising start!
SnowflakeCat: But it made pretty clear to me that if I ever found a subby version of my fursona, I'd so fuck him.

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[ziabandito555]

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[confusedoo]

I think you just did.

[ziabandito555]

Shoot! you're right! I'm all meta on that shi... augh almost did it again!

You Mewled

[toob]

And how cautiously fingers gripped,
how delicate the claws,
but burs that let you be carried
in the flannel of stevedores or
against the beards of grinning blutos.

But one day you flexed your fingers,
and marveled
at their curving, wicked slide outward,
at the yelp of a lap-owner
and the hot and wild scent of blood,
then but traces.

The rasp of spiny tongue against your whiskers
the first time you felt that pulse
betrayed you,
gave lie to the tentative flat of ear.

And if anyone deny now the confident stride,
the lazy seize of prey,
then they must recognize
in the gleam in your eyes
a kittenish malice now scarcely recalled --

but still they yowl.