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Art IA « 2000 Follower Celebration »
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2000 Follower Celebration

thoughtzi
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Art IA « Brock's Amazing Adventure-4 »
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Brock's Amazing Adventure-4

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Art IA « 500 ✌️✨️ »
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500 ✌️✨️

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Art IA
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Art IA « Bubblegum beach »
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Bubblegum beach

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Art IA « Magic Potions (Chapter 4) » avec la description : « Hi everyone! Here's chapter 4 in Ankha & Tara's story! — Story time — Tara finally got hold of her old friend, who might be able to help with Ankha’s nightmares. She lives far away, but she offered them to stay at her dorm room for the weekend once exams were finished. “Hey, Ankha—wake up. We’re almost there.” Ankha stirred in the passenger seat and blinked at the coastal city spreading across the horizon. “Whoa. She lives THERE? Why have we never visited?” “Because it took ten hours,” Tara said, voice teasing. “Not that you noticed. You were dead to the world the whole way.” “Sorry. First decent sleep I’ve had in weeks. Credit to your driving, I guess.” Just before they reached the city limits the car's navigation started acting up. “Connection lost? Great. Please help me look, Ankha. She said the academy has a huge clock tower.” After more than an hour of circling, they finally spotted it. They parked and walked toward the imposing building, stopping under the carved sign. “College of the Magical Arts,” Ankha read. “That explains why you never told me what she studies. You sure this is a good idea?” “No turning back now.” Inside they found a vast library hall. Ankha looked around, disappointed. “I expected something more… magical? This just looks like a regular library.” Tara ignored the comment and asked for directions to the dorms. Soon they stood in front of a red door marked 'R. Caldwell'. Tara knocked. The door drifted open. “Runie? We’re here!” No answer. They stepped inside. Shelves full of glass bottles with brightly colored liquids lined the walls. “Are all of these magic potions?” Ankha whispered. “Don’t touch anything. We have no idea what they do.” Ankha wandered anyway—until a small green slime bounced into view on a desk. “Tara, look! He’s adorable!” She poked it gently. The slime jiggled happily. “I JUST said don’t touch anything! It could be dangerous!” “Dangerous? This cutey?” Ankha kept poking. “Maybe we should leave a note and come back later.” As Tara reached for a pen, the door creaked again. A girl in a purple witch outfit stood in the doorway. “RUNIE!” “TARA!” They collided in a tight hug. “How were exams?” “Mostly fine—I’ll explain later. You’re over an hour late. I thought you’d gotten lost inside the acadamy, so I went looking.” “My navigation died the second we hit the city. We had to find this place the hard way.” “That tracks. Tech’s been acting weird lately. Something in the air, maybe.” Runie turned to Ankha with a bright smile. “And you must be Ankha. Nice to meet you! I see you’ve already made friends with Gooey. He’s usually shy around strangers.” “Hi, Runie. Thanks for having us. So the little guy's name is Gooey, huh?” At the sound of his name the slime launched itself off the desk. Ankha yelped, stumbled backward, and crashed into a shelf. A purple bottle tipped and poured its contents over her. Purple smoke exploded outward. When it cleared, Ankha’s ears and tail were gone. Her fur had vanished. She stared at her suddenly smooth, human hands in horror. “What—where are my ears? My tail? My FUR?” Runie clapped a hand over her mouth. “Don’t panic! I have a reverse potion somewhere—Oh, why don’t I ever label these?” She scrambled through bottles. “Orange? No, that's for underwater breathing… Maybe this white one?" She snifs at the bottle and her face quickly sours. "Nope! That's the milk I forgot to finish last week—ugh—aha!” She grabbed a round yellow flask and spun around. As she started to walk over to Ankha, her foot caught the carpet and she pitched forward. The bottle flew from her hand and smashed square in Tara’s face. Yellow smoke bloomed. When it faded, Tara stood transformed into a full lioness-girl—mane, tail, claws, and all. Ankha took one look and burst into helpless laughter, tears streaming down her face. “It even took your clothes! That expression when the bottle hit your face was priceless!” Tara’s ears flattened. She turned to Runie, who was still searching the floor for her glasses. “Runie, are any of these potions dangerous?” “N-no! We’re not allowed to keep harmful ones in the dorms, but—” “That's all I needed to know.” Tara seized an open red potion and flung it at Ankha. Red smoke erupted. Ankha emerged as a scarlet demongirl. And now her clothes were gone too. “Hey! That was on purpose!” “You think? Not so funny now, is it?” Tara grabbed another bottle and dumped it over herself. Blue smoke swirled; she became a sleek water sprite. The two of them stalked toward each other, already arguing about whose fault the whole mess was. Runie finally found her glasses, stood up, and surveyed the chaos of the spilled potions, and the two furious, transformed girls in the middle of her dorm room. She let out a long, weary sigh. This wasn't how she'd envisioned reuniting with her dear friend after such a long time... — To be continued — A big thank you to @usagi77 for allowing me to work with his OC Runie! ❤️ »
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Magic Potions (Chapter 4)

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Art IA « Anime House 2 »
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Anime House 2

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Art IA « TCG Who Want's To Trade » avec la description : « I would like to give a massive thank you to @azariel for creating the inspiration for this, I loved their Waifu TCG post and had to make one of my own with my girls, I took all the posts they have been in and chose my favorite pose from them to turn into cards, LORD WAS IT HARDER THAN I THOUGHT @gildenstein @hollenwulf @octavian @peterco @warmicestudios @casca_kirei-onna @heihund @bad77 @a_casual_prompter @parda @terror2 @goobygubby @cro_bo @varcolac @smut317 @saltymajor778 @zesoul @reptorn »
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TCG Who Want's To Trade

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Art IA « Tatsumaki's day at the beach » avec la description : « The sun blazed high over the secluded stretch of beach, the kind of private cove Tatsumaki had telekinetically cleared of any prying eyes. She lounged in a skimpy emerald swimsuit that barely contained her petite perky breasts or her curvaceous, firm ass. Her green hair fluttered in the ocean breeze as she glanced over at her boyfriend, a tall, muscular black man with smooth dark skin that glistened under the sunscreen she'd playfully rubbed on him earlier. "Someone might see," she muttered. "No one's seeing shit," Marcus growled softly, standing up. Tatsumaki bit her lip, her small body shivering despite the heat. Tatsumaki's lips parted, stretching wide as she took him into her mouth—first just the head, sucking greedily, her cheeks hollowing. She bobbed deeper, inch by inch, her telekinesis helping her relax her throat so she could swallow more of his impressive length. "Shit, Tatsu... just like that," Marcus moaned, hips bucking slightly. She pulled off with a pop, strings of cum connecting her swollen lips to his glistening cock. "Fuck me," she demanded, pushing back against his hand. He lined up his massive cock, the head pressing against her tight ass. Slowly, he pushed in—inch after girthy inch stretching her wide. Tatsumaki gasped, her powers making the sand around them float slightly as pleasure-pain shot through her. "Oh god... so big... deeper..." He started fucking her harder, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing in their private bubble. Her orgasm hit first, hard and shaking, her telekinesis flaring and sending a harmless wave of energy rippling outward. Marcus followed soon after, groaning as he filled her ass with hot, thick cum, pumping every drop deep inside her. "Not bad for beach day," she murmured, already plotting round two as the sun dipped lower. »
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Tatsumaki's day at the beach

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Art IA « Amy »
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Amy

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Art IA « Diversión En El Parque Acuático »
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Diversión En El Parque Acuático

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Art IA « Italian twilight »
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Italian twilight

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Art IA « Poke Girl - Athletics » avec la description : « They love their sports, but there's one activity that they all love even more... Let me know who your favorite is, and I may explore one of the girls in more detail. »
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Poke Girl - Athletics

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Art IA « Dusk flashing »
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Dusk flashing

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Art IA « Summer Witch Sable - Blame/praise @Cro_bo »
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Summer Witch Sable - Blame/praise @Cro_bo

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Art IA « Songs Lyrics to image »
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Songs Lyrics to image

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Art IA « Breast-urant Service (With a Smile) »
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Breast-urant Service (With a Smile)

thoughtzi
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Art IA « Courting the Old Maid »
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Courting the Old Maid

thoughtzi
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Art IA « Late to the party » avec la description : « Anara's a little late to @octavian 's pool party. She needed a little time to prepare herself (Because work was busy) She's happy to join in and have some fun with everyone in the water. And she hopes everyone sees her as a mature beauty (Because we all know she really isn't mature at all ;)). »
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Late to the party

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