Me: trying to write.

My cat with food anxiety: random moaning and screaming in the background asking for more food cuz he scarfed everything down in one go. 

enjoy :3

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It was currently the 5th day since her arrival in the forest. Since the second day a decent amount had happened.

The first time she went looking for water on her second day had no yield. It had been rather disappointing to say the least, but she did not want to be lost out in unfamiliar woods in the dark. The only plus side to that particular excursion had been her find of edible berries. She had made the assumption after watching rather large squirrels feasting on them. Turned out that the red berries were very sweet and juicy. The berries had been a nice change from the canned food. Sadly, that night she had slept horribly due to how itchy she was from the dried dirt and sweat coating her skin.

On the third day, she had started the day of much in the same manner as she did on the second. She dried wood by the fire while doing exercises. She had decided that her training regime would start low so that she could work her way up as she got more in shape. Her decided starting point was 10 pushups, 10 sit-ups, plank for 20 seconds, finished with 10 jumping jacks. It left her winded and sore, but it helped distract her from waiting for search and rescue.

Later on the third day, she had gone in search of a water source again but had once again returned in failure. That evening, she caved to her body's itchiness and empties a water bottle over her head for a quick rinse.

The morning of the fourth, she had woken up in tears. Her body hurt and she was getting stressed from still have not heard a single engine overhead over the last three days. Thinking that she could possibly never see her family or friends again terrified her. She loved them, but she had felt that they would always be a part of her life. Now that that idea was crumbling with each passing day, she found herself feeling more and more alone.

That morning she had to remind herself that search and rescue might still find her in the next 17 days and that she had to remain focused on her survival.

After the panic attack had subsided, she had decided to start that day off by looking for water first. Surprisingly, she found a river around noon and it was only about an hour's walk from her camp. The river water was clear and even had large freshwater fish that she'd never seen before.

That day, she spent the majority of her day by the water. She did her daily exercises and then began sharpening long, straight branches that seemed sturdy enough into spears. She hopped to catch some fish eventually.

When she had noticed it getting dark, she had jogged back to camp. Although she did have to stop or slow many times to catch her breath.

Now, the morning of the fifth day, she was waking up sore – per usual but at least she had had a small victory the previous day. It made her feel motivated.

Iris decided to start her day by jogging to the river, following the signs she had left for herself. She still had to stop often to breathe, but it'd get better with time. It would have been off to see any results from her training yet. But at least her arms didn't shake anymore when she climbs the rope into the plane. Though, she found that her muscles were a bit sore and stiff from use.

Once she arrived at the river, she did her 10 pushups, 10 sit-ups, 20 second plank, and 10 jumping jacks before hopping into the water to bathe. Oh, how she missed being able to shave, and she missed the luxuries of a warm shower. As a distraction from her spiraling thoughts, she decided to attempt to spear some fish. They moved very fast and she missed every single one that she'd aimed for.

After about 20 minutes of laughing and attempting to spear fish in waist deep water, she decided it was time for her to head back to her camp and continue with drying wood. She washed and filled cans with water, to use for cleaning, before making her way back to camp. Due to the cans of water, she couldn't jog, but the added mass made of some good weight training to increase her endurance.

That evening she decided it was time for her to start experimenting with archery. She'd need a strong but flexible wood that would be able to deform without snapping. Then she'd have to find something to use for the bow string. Again, it would have to be strong but elastic.

---------Tawn & Ink---------

Tawn's sweaty form straddled an exceptionally thick snake tail while Ink held him trapped in his arms. As the snake man undulated his lower three quarters, his twin spiked member could be seen entering and retreating from the large tanned male's lower passage. Each minute movement drew a silent gasp from the flushed tawny haired beastman.

Ink had one arm supporting Tawn's ass while the other wrapped around the wolf man's shoulders, keeping him flush to Ink's chest.

Over the last three days, Tawn had been attempting to replicate Ink's method of domination but had been struggling profusely to remain in control. The snake's cunning mind kept catching on to his plans and foiling them, turning Tawn into a muscled mess of mewls and moans.

Currently, the wolf beastman had is head tossed back in complete abandon, his glazed eyes staring into space. His inflated member lay between the two and twitched, unable to release more proof of his pleasure, with every contact to his prostate. His balls were shrunk and tight, quivering with a lack of seed with each attempted release.

Finally deciding that Tawn may have had enough for the time being, Ink quickened his undulation, drawing a loud series of moans from the male joined at his hip. In a couple powerful strokes, Ink's members exploded their contents into an unconscious Tawn.

Drool seeped down Tawn's chin and his eyes were rolled back, exposing their whites. He had truly been reduced to a shivering mess of bliss.

Ink carefully removed himself from his partner, cradling the male in his arms and tail while he came down from his post coital high. Both of their chests were coated in layers of milky seed, proof of the tanned male's thorough enjoyment.

They had made next to no travel progress over the past few days and had instead been busy mating. Unless travelling for all of five minutes was considered progress.

Ink rather enjoyed mating Tawn when in his partially shifted form. His tail's flexibility allowed him access to a larger variety of positions. Not to mention the spikes his penises had when in that form gained far better reactions from his partner during his carful ministrations. He found that his twin non-spiked members when in human form were rather boring in comparison.

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Note: Midterms and assignments are about to maul me so updates might be slightly more sporadic between the weekly chapter. Just know that Mondays will continue solid unless something unexpected comes up. Sorry in advanced

Oct. 10, 2021