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All right! I’ve just finished a new story, which is already available for my Patreon ŭ pledgers and will be posted here on Tuesday.I also have a couple of stories for friends that I’m working on and that’ll be up soon.I still have
Musky lay in bed between his mates, the chubby skunk sleeping between the chubby otter and the chubby kangaroo in a king-sized bed that barely held them. It was good of Rockwell to put them up in such a fancy hotel for the weekend to visit him as he
That Saturday I went to the park was a nerve-wracking experience for me. Not that I had any trouble with the park, or anything like agoraphobia in general, but I knew that Rockwell had Done Something, which always meant an unpredictable day. My first
Some people say you have to work hard to make it in this world—that work is virtue, and poverty is a sign of laziness. On the other hand, one of my economics texts pointed out that the higher-status and the higher-paying jobs tend to be less manual
The streets were fuller than usual this Halloween—not quite to the point of crowdedness, but enough that the houses were definitely skimping on the handouts, trying to make their stocks of candy last the night. It was just me and Mattock making the
It’d been a long time since we’d had a good rainy day like this. On any other day I wouldn’t particularly have minded, but today I’d walked to the library and didn’t quite look forward to the idea of carrying my load of
I had been a little shy about showing up at Ted’s party. It was the first time I’d been invited to his occasional get-togethers, though I’d heard my friends going on and on about how great they were before. They know I don’t do too well in
I had taken to sitting in the front when I had Chemistry class. Now, don’t get the wrong idea: I’m not aiming for teacher’s pet, and I’m not exactly the most eager student. I sat in the front of the class because everyone else sits as far back
It was one of those months where funds are scarce and you end up having to tighten your belt a little, as the saying goes. The trouble in my case was that it wasn’t just a metaphorical belt-tightening—the combination of stress, a reduced grocery
One of the major troubles of being a big hyper is how the world interacts with you. Sure, I hear lots of idle fantasies from my friends and admirers online about how great it would be to have a dick as big as mine, all of which begin at arousal and
For once, my life had finally started to turn up. If you’ve ever lost everything, down to the friend’s couch you’d been sleeping on, you know how bleak going through the day-to-day can be. But I’d managed to claw my way back up the ladder,
Nobody ever asks me what it’s like to be a murderer. It’s like the old saying goes: if you do your job well enough, one shouldn’t be able to tell you were doing it at all. Ars est celare artem. I’d like to say getting rid of people is a hobby
I was marching the length of the border fence for the hundred and thirty-seventh time today. Dark clouds and thunder had been looming above for a while now, but I still hadn’t seen any rain. But that’s okay. I wasn’t looking for rain—I was
Kibben walked past the rows of stalls, trying to find the scent he needed. The musk farm by its nature was a rather fragrant place, but the beaver’s nose was keener than most and he could always pick out the smell he was looking for. The farm was
The morning sun was just starting to illuminate the mountains as I pulled up to the last house I had on my route for tonight, a modest place with the name “Tantivy” on the mailbox.Even though I’d… lost my own home and had been living out of my
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It was a regular disappointment to see, every morning, the scale that only read 700 pounds. I used to be a lot bigger—filling a bed with over half a ton of immobile ferret flab—till I started dying regularly and the doctor said I needed to ease up
I work in the new castle that they’ve been building on the edge of town. I’d thought, when I saw the posting, that it might be some cool sort of Ye Olde Renaissance Faire or something. But when I showed up to see what it was all about, it turned
I used to be something else. I don’t know what, exactly. It felt like an important thought to hold on to, even though I wasn’t really sure what it meant; all I knew was a) I’m a pig, b) I think I know a lot of things pigs aren’t supposed to,
Sometimes when you’ve been at a job for a long time, you feel you’ve pretty much seen every crazy situation it can throw at you. In my case, that meant every manner of perverse piping job and every imaginable clog thereof. And yet when I was contacted
Not a lot of people will tell you they love their job and mean it. They may like their job, sure, especially comparing it to rough times in the past. And the boss may be nice, the clientele 99% decent, and the hours okay, but it’s still work and
They’d started saying the corn maze was haunted. That was ridiculous, of course—not least because demons were way more likely than ghosts, especially around Hallowe’en, and nobody was reporting the maze to be possessed. But there was something
The Halloween season is glorious—ghosts and monsters, demons and ghouls, prowling and plundering under the open moonlight. And when it ends, one can easily feel the world has lost that edge of danger, especially around here as light snows begin to
Rain fell in spatters on the tent where Greg had been trying to recover his strength—the vacation had taken a lot out of him. The chastity device had been the biggest burden, certainly; even though several loads of cum had indeed been wrested from
Christmas morning on my own, rain splattering on the motel room window in the dark. The holiday doesn’t mean as much when you don’t have family or friends around; work had me in the city for the whole month, and my chief exposure to the holiday season
There were probably people better qualified to hunt down Cardo. I mean, he was a mad scientist, a wolf who’d been wreaking corruption in people’s minds from world to world, and I was just a small-time detective, a red panda–tanuki hybrid travelling
There’s an old saying, ‘don’t get mad, get even.’ Sure, it sounds nice on paper, but who wants to stop at getting even? Why go to all the trouble of holding a grudge and plotting revenge and carrying out your clever and glorious retaliation
I stood on the sidewalk in front of the house that used to be mine, ready for a fight. Anyone who looked at me probably wouldn’t think me much of a fighter—a small otter, not even four feet tall, somewhat on the pudgy side. Anyone who knew my opponent,
The shopping mall is even quieter at night than during the day, but I don’t mind it. People think it’s weird to live there, but some of us need to live in particular conditions that make it actually kind of decent. You might be a bit fragile to
I started out by telling people I’d been in an accident. It was the only explanation that didn’t entirely freak people out, aside from a few very intimate friends online who knew the real truth: I hadn’t lost my good arm in an accident—I’d
I never wanted to be paired up with Eckhart. He reminded me of the Fat Lazy Cop stereotype and I hated him for it—I’d made up my mind that if I ever came to outrank him I’d raise the fitness requirements for his position till he was knocked down
I wasn’t supposed to be in the restroom. I mean, I wouldn’t get into trouble for it directly, but if Master found out, it would lead to questions, and if my answers weren’t good, things might…go bad for me. But I needed a break. The diaper
Most people come to a concert to watch the stage; me, it’s my job to watch the crowd. Tonight’s audience was rowdy—Macerator tended to draw a packed house—but at least they were focused on the music, not on rushing the stage or starting brawls
I lay in bed, surrounded by plushies, reaching blindly for the one I knew I wanted: my favorite. The one that was specially equipped to get me off. The poor bunny’s tail was encrusted with many months’ worth of cum—just the way I liked it—but
I was surprised to start getting responses to my personal ad. I mean, I knew I wasn’t hideous-looking, but I was over thirty—past the age of ‘gay death’—my slowing metabolism had already put close to a hundred pounds on my college weight, and
The lines at the grocery store stretched halfway back to the deli, giving me plenty of time to count the reasons I was itching to get back home to my mates. Most pressing was that my diaper was soggy to the point of sagging, and I had to keep pulling
I always said my nose would never steer me wrong. I’m a beagle; we’re born to scent things out. There are a few life paths where a sense of smell will serve you well, but I always wanted to join the police—all the stories about good cops when
Strange things, bachelor parties. One last night for the groom to do all the things his future spouse would disapprove of, because they already know they don’t share lifestyles in common. One last night of ‘freedom’, as if there was no love without
I’m glad you made it here today, fox. From what we talked about on the phone, I think you’ll find I’m uniquely suited to helping you with your trouble. You can guess that already, of course—as a tanuki, I have a bit of experience with differences
So, I may be in the egg business, and I may be a rabbit, but please, please don’t call me an Easter bunny. Just—first off, there’s more to me than just a holiday. And anyone over the age of five who calls me a ‘bunny’ is just asking for a
I’d been starting to wish I’d never signed up for urinal duty. I mean, it’s still a kink for me—it turns me on to no end when I get my order to kneel and serve my roommates—but sometimes there can be too much of a good thing. Said roommates
I watched Szith’s show from the back of the hall, invisible, remembering when I used to sneak in to concerts as a kid. Now I get to do this as my job. Not the sneaking in—just staffing, usually travelling with bands as security. It’s nothing
It’s hard to guess, sometimes, the things a fellow will do when he’s under a curse. I mean, there are the obvious kinds of curse—you turn green, you turn into a chicken, you start thinking it’s a good idea to get your lunch from the midden—but
“Alfie!” I wish she wouldn’t keep calling me that, I thought. I’m not eight anymore. I got off the couch and looked down the balcony. “What?” “I’m going out with Sheila this morning, can you take your father to his appointment? Thank
The way some of us are built just begs society to beat up on us—or at least, makes us feel like it could happen. If you’ve ever had to do any public speaking, you might have an idea what I mean: it’s hard to be so visible without fear. Now.
The tank in my bag was a lot heavier than I expected, for something that was supposed to make things so light. I’d been saving up for a while and today, the day it finally wouldn’t put me in the red, I’d gone downtown and plunked down the cash
I looked over my character sheet, feeling a little lost. Andrew had invited me to join a tabletop campaign he was starting. The big husky was so excited about showing off his new homebrew game, he’d insisted I come, even though I had no experience.
Every day I ride the bus home from work and think what a lucky tiger I am. It’s not that I have the best of jobs or the fullest bank account or anything like that—my luck is squarely in the field of love. I mean, I know it wasn’t really luck.
“It’s not sneaking you in! It’s like, I dunno, carrying a genie in a lamp. You can take stuff in without having to disclose everything!” A trip to the movies was usually like a huge day of indulgence for the three of us, me and my brother and
The worst kind of days are snowy days where you don’t get to stay home jerking off. Today was one of those days. The class was Probability and Decision Making, and the odds were against cancelling the class being worth doing so. My students have
Pounding beats made the dark room tremble, and as usual Hop was standing against the walls, watching the party from the edges. The tiger was…a little odd, I thought, but not a bad guy. He’d taken to wearing a couple of buttons on his jacket: one
So. You’ve been telling me about these fears you’re having. I think it’s about time we confront them for good. Shall we? It’s an understandable fear, to be sure: being farmed, being preyed on—it’s a primal thing. That fear kept our ancestors
I don’t even miss having bones. I mean, don’t get me wrong, if I’d known my next hookup would abduct me to his basement and flatten me like a frickin’ pie crust, I probably would’ve steered clear of the guy. But that’s over and done with—I
“I still can’t get used to it,” I say, trying to cover my full mouth as I speak. My mouth always seems to be full when you’re home. With a smile, you take hold of my paw and move it back under your legs, so you can see my muzzle from your seat
I must admit I’m surprised to see you in my office today. From our initial phone consultation, it didn’t seem like you were…amenable to my methods. Someone as used to getting their way as yourself, well, usually isn’t in need of my services in
People ask me sometimes what the best part of being a tanuki is: is it the built-in shapeshifting, or the naturally-massive balls? It’s kind of telling that they can’t imagine shapeshifting themselves nuts as big as they please, on top of whatever
“Cubby, I’m home!” A tingle of nervous anticipation passes through my body at the friendly greeting. In a normal relationship, I might be excited to see you, but you and I both know this is no normal relationship. I mean, I’ve been tied down
Blair said he was trying to forget. He wouldn’t say what could’ve been so terrible that he’d cancel our evening out, but when your otter’s hurting, your otter’s hurting. So instead of another boring party, we decided to binge some shows. His
I told Dad he didn’t have to come pick me up at the airport—I’m a big boy now and I’ve been doing more than well enough to afford a cab to his place—but he was excited enough for my arrival that he came anyway, the older tiger greeting me at