I'm very excited to announce today the launch of my Patreon!

https://www.patreon.com/VossFiction

If you're looking for a way to support my writing, this is now the best way to do it! With the tangible support of you, my community, I'll be motivated to write much more and more consistently.

With support of any amount, my Patreon will provide the most current works in progress on big projects, like Breaking from Tradition (which right now has a major update posted there!), and opportunities to vote on what I write next.

I hope to have your support, and thank you!

Looking for me at MFF? Look for these badges!

See you there~! 💖​

A squirrel's updo stood stiffly against the breeze as she sneered across the beach. The sun brought the crowds, and the crowds stole her sun.

Her sneer softened, barely, as silence washed over the shore. Barefoot, she trod grains of sand and sunner alike.

Your magical bestie finger-snaps you a thousandfold small, as a game.

Hot, pink plains with rolling ridges curve away in all directions, and in one, another range reaches wide beyond a chasm. Wind billows beyond a horizon.

"Guess where~!" she sing-songs in your mind.

Kennedy may walk on two legs, but she's all-for playing the part of a pup, and that means that when her mistress puts something — or someone — in her bowl, there's only one place it can go from there.
As for Wild, it doesn't get much lower than this; the collie's about to make of this painted dog a real dog's breakfast.

Wild is her own.
Art is by @kerneldecoy

Happy Vore Day! 💖

The sun rises, and the city stirs to life with ever increasing bustle. Everyone has their daily business to attend to, and for too many, that busy life is all they can see. For those who take the time to look up, however, and drink in the view, another perspective presents itself. One needn't be so focused on the little things; one can rise above it all. Put molehills-made-mountains behind you, and relax.

🎨 Art is by Yumi (https://www.furaffinity.net/user/YumiAkiyama)

She was safe — this was the club, after all, and every towering person around her knew precisely where she stood, so they wouldn't stand on her — but Valeska's experience had every trapping of intimidation, awe, and outright danger. It was an unaware scene, and she thought beforehand that the illusion might be broken by her simply speaking up.

Only once she was in it did she realize that she could hardly muster a squeak despite herself.

🎨 Art by kernelDecoy.

Rooftop rain patters; pops softly sound in the fire; faintly breath's breeze stirs steam from a mug; and muffled by bosom, the husky's heart beats for her beloved, the fine fae fox napping, nestled near.

🎨 Art, of myself and my dear @mewmus, is by @kernelDecoy.