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I write and color things. I am very confused. He/Him. 33yo. 18+ only pretty please. #nonuberstories #nonuberart #nonubercomms #nonubergaming

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Non Uberis @nonuberis.bsky.social · Oct 17

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Non Uberis @nonuberis.bsky.social · 6h

For as goofy and blatantly incomplete as the old live action movie was, I appreciated how they did some things differently from the original to spice things up

Non Uberis @nonuberis.bsky.social · 6h

Almost the entire manga is covered, with very little meaningful content removed despite how truncated it is, and it's clear that the anime was made with fans of the series in mind so the creators were probably afraid to do anything new

Non Uberis @nonuberis.bsky.social · 6h

After finally watching the Uzumaki anime, my takeaway is that its biggest issue (other than the obvious troubled production) is that they weren't confident enough to do much new with the story

Non Uberis @nonuberis.bsky.social · 1d

Are you interested in:

Continued fitting struggles?

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#nonuberstories #furry #nsfw

“You look great, Spike!” Twilight Sparkle remarks with a smile.

“Thanks, Twi, I feel great,” he replies, beaming back. This is mostly true, so long as he disregards the anxious butterflies in his stomach (for a dragon, they must be volcanic fireflies). He certainly likes the way the qipao looks on him now that it’s been refitted, and he likes the silky embrace of the fabric draping over his scales. It hugs to his broad, jutting chest, emphasizing that aspect of femininity, but the open sleeves and the slit along the side show off his toned masculine physique (not to mention the conspicuous way the skirt falls over his meaty groin).

His own feelings, however, are not as easy to sort out as those of other ponies, and there are a lot of ponies at the gala tonight. The feeling of so many eyes upon Spike is something that he’s not used to, having avoided the spotlight for much of his life. It must be hard for anyone to miss him, since he stands over a head taller than just about any other creature present at the gala. His stature brings his chest to just the right height that anyone can see his bust rising above the crowd like a breaching whale. He can only imagine what the social atmosphere would be like if he were tall enough that his crotch was in that position.

“I’m glad you were able to get things working with Rarity despite my, uh, miscalculations,” the mare mutters sheepishly. It had, of course, been Twilight’s calculations regarding Spike’s rate of growth that assisted them with making projected measurements for the dragon’s clothing. “I didn’t anticipate such a sudden exponential increase!”

In the gloom, however, the slightest form of illumination becomes drastically amplified, making it not so hard to see the faint glow that emanates from a door that’s cracked slightly ajar. “Hmm…” Vanilla’s motherly intuition tells her that Tails must be doing something in secret, and she doesn’t exactly want to pry, but she can’t just go home emptyhanded while her streaming services are still barred to her. She goes to open the doorway and finds herself standing at the top of a flight of stairs, fluorescent light filtering up from below.

“Tails?” she ventures again, echoing down the stairwell.

Once more there is no response, though she can faintly hear some metallic clattering. There is someone down there.

Once more Vanilla considers turning back, maybe leaving a note. But how will she bear going to bed without checking SpinTok first? Heaving a weary sigh, she starts making her way down the steps. She moves carefully since it’s difficult for her to see the steps beneath her feet. It’s a rather tight fit for her as well, though she understands that a small fox like Tails wouldn’t exactly need to build his workspace for one of her stature. Maybe the loud thumps of her descent will be enough to get his attention.

As she comes to the bottom of the stairs, one more time she says, “Tails? I’m sorry if you’re busy, but I’d appreciate if I could speak to you!”

Still no response, but her long ears perk up when she hears something, a hushed mutter: “Should it be…?”

The shrine is quiet, save for his own hoarse, shivering breath. Fu understands that these are simply traditions, but he had quietly hoped for some kind of sign to indicate that a blessing had been conferred upon him, that the spirits were in favor of his decision. He is still left with the same uncertainty that has plagued him since he formulated this plan to leave home. All he can do is hold his breath as he bows his head low to the ground.

No sooner does Fu’s nose touch the floor than there is a sharp CRACK of thunder, a blinding flash that washes into the shrine. He flinches, but still he remains steady. What instead causes him to rise is when a heady warmth starts to waft over him. He looks up and sees white smoke filling the shrine. The idea of a fire flashes in his mind—started by a lightning strike, or worse by his own carelessness—but the smoke mystifies him. It’s warm and hot like breath, with a bitter tang that cloys in his sinuses. The misty clouds billow all around him, a cloud front swallowing up the shrine’s interior.

Then he becomes aware that he isn’t alone. Something pads through the mist, heavy footfalls. The noxious smoke prevents him from smelling anything, but he can hear the low growl that rumbles around him. A shadow resolves from the ether, striding closer and closer, growing implausibly larger. The shrine is small, hardly more than ten feet across, and yet within the white cloud all sense of space is completely obliterated. When the shadow stands above the dog, it towers over him, seeming to fill the whole world.

“Hmm…this certainly is the result of entropic corruption,” Sunset remarks as she inspects the first tree. Each of her eyes reports a different detached perspective, observing her subject from multiple angles and in varying spectral lenses to isolate the facets of its makeup, physical and magical and spiritual. In some angles, she can see herself, swollen top-heavy form standing amidst the orchard, dwarfing Applejack beside her. It isn’t necessary to go into this much detail to know that something is plainly wrong, but she prefers to be thorough.

The apple tree before them twisted and gnarled and distended. The bark of the trunk bulges grotesquely along its crooked length, blackened as if scorched by fire, leading up to a crown that looks like a huge knot like a clenched fist, looming over the grass. The only branches that extend from it are short and stubby with sickly yellow leaves, drooping from the overgrown, misshapen fruit that hang from them. Sunset plucks one apple and holds it up before her, feeling it with telekinetic sensors; the yellow-orange rind is firm and unblemished, but there is a distinct warmth to it that a fresh apple shouldn’t have. Another flash of her horn and the apple slices cleanly in half, revealing flesh that glows faintly and, for a few seconds, seems to roil like magma before cooling.

“Twilight and I will have to run some tests to determine the exact nature of this transformation,” she declares with grim authority, enveloping the split fruit in a net of compartmentalized void matter. “Suffice to say, these apples should not be considered safe for consumption until then.”

Non Uberis @nonuberis.bsky.social · 1d

a close up of a man 's face with his mouth open .

ALT: a close up of a man 's face with his mouth open .

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Non Uberis @nonuberis.bsky.social · 2d

I just want firefox to work why is that so hard

Non Uberis @nonuberis.bsky.social · 2d

Heaven is between big bulges

Non Uberis @nonuberis.bsky.social · 3d

absolute nightmare with computer lately

wanted to try switching browsers and now everything's exploding constantly

Non Uberis @nonuberis.bsky.social · 4d

with Legends Z-A on the horizon it feels strange that I just...don't care

I was hyped up for it for so long and now Nintendo's scumminess has me turned off of it

plus feels like a waste to get it for Switch 1

Non Uberis @nonuberis.bsky.social · 4d

I'm not sure I have much to say about it haha, I just thought it was a funny thing to get one time because Richy was doing a YCH for it

Non Uberis @nonuberis.bsky.social · 4d

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Non Uberis @nonuberis.bsky.social · 4d

New drabble selection uploaded.

Featuring ice cream, parasitism, milking, pink, and apple.

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#nonuberstories #furry #nsfw #hyper #fatfur #inflation #transformation

Non Uberis @nonuberis.bsky.social · 4d

Funny you should mention that extremely specific scenario

A flattened pancake Non

Non Uberis @nonuberis.bsky.social · 5d

Yes :')

Non Uberis @nonuberis.bsky.social · 6d

Ideal shape: head as big as the rest of your (also very big) body

Non Uberis @nonuberis.bsky.social · 6d

Are you interested in:

Rat king?

Unicorn artistry?

Through a mirror steamy?

And fitting struggles?

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#nonuberstories #furry #nsfw

Heavy footfalls thud and scrape down the hallway, louder and louder, the floorboards shaking as a huge mass drags over them. A terrible odor creeps through the air, biting and acrid, with the bitter tang of blood. A hulking shadow emerges from the gloom, a figure that fills the hall from floor to ceiling, wall to wall, blotting out the view of everything behind it like a solar eclipse. Dim fluorescent lighting reveals scant details at this distance, swollen contours of flesh covered in a matted coat of inky black, a living veil of darkness, and you do not wish to see more of it. Terror wells in your heart, an icy chill that seeps through your limbs, but a rush of adrenaline keeps you thawed enough to turn and—

“HALT,” booms a thundering, multilayered voice that you feel as much as you hear, rumbling through your bones, and all your confidence ekes out of you at once.

There is a chorus of deep chuckles as the footsteps come closer still, underscored by a dizzying chittering drone. The Rat King looms before you, its enormous frame ill-contained by the claustrophobic hallway in which it stands; surely were it to be outside, it would expand to fill the whole sky. A cloak of shaggy fur hangs all around it, obscuring the exact shape of its amorphous, sprawling figure, but not all of the fine details. Its ferocious maws. Its many powerful arms and sharp claws. Its countless eyes, piercing red pinpricks. Its bloated bellies, conjoined abdomens lined with rows of teats. And something upon its head that gleams like a crown.

The monster rumbles five times over, “KNEEL BEFORE OUR MAGNIFICENCE.”

“Hmm…”

Euphoria stares at the page laid out before them. There are a few attempted doodles and scribbles scattered across it, scratchy half-formed figures with loosely defined anatomy. They hold a pencil between their pointer and middle fingers and idly allow it to waggle, eraser thumping on the paper. This motion carries through them in different forms: hoof tapping on the floor; knee wobbling; tail flicking back and forth; horn sparking and flashing, as if communicating in morse code.

Their lips are curled faintly into a smile, yet they do not seem particularly happy with their violet eyes glazed over.

“WE DESIRE TO REITERATE OUR PREVIOUS COMMENT ABOUT THE MANIFESTATION OF IMAGINATION.”

“Shh.” They make a scolding mental clap across Pneuma’s rump. A gravelly whicker responds in their ears.

“YOU DO NOT APPEAR TO BE AS ENTHUSED WITH THIS AS THE WRITING.”

Closing their eyes for a few seconds, Euphoria huffs a sigh through their nostrils and finally ceases their fidgeting. The scarlet fringe along their mane recedes, becoming almost entirely golden, and their ears fold to the sides. “I thought this would be easier for me now,” they murmur ruefully, “I’m not getting angry about my lack of skill but I’m still just…getting stuck.” They hold the tip of the pencil to a vague unicorn face, a circle with a boxy muzzle projecting from it, curved horn and ears grafted on top, curls representing a mane. They cannot muster the will to refine it.

“Where can I try going now?” She glances around herself, looking for any kind of promising clue. She can’t remember if this is even where she was the last time she passed out (she has vague memories of an explosive rupture). A wall of lockers are behind her and there are openings ahead and to the left. There are arrow patterns printed upon the floor tiles, pointing down along the path, but she isn’t sure how eager she is to follow them. The obvious route almost always leads to something disastrous.

But she spies something that glimmers faintly along one of the walls. It’s a flat pane of glass. She strides over to it, curious if it might be a window, something she could break and use to escape perhaps, but no, it’s clearly just affixed to the wall. A mirror, then, though the glass is so fogged over from the steam that she can’t see anything other than a smear of color. Lacking anything better to do, she wipes her palm across the cool surface, squeaking faintly. This doesn’t prove to be such a good idea, because the sight of her face staring back at her, disheveled and morose, doesn’t do much to lift her spirits. She tries to muster a smile, but it’s merely a crude facsimile.

Then her reflection’s lips curl back, revealing a sharp-toothed grin.

Victoria blinks and flinches.

Rarity has just finished immaculately applying mascara to her left eyelashes when Spike interjects “Um, I think there’s a problem” and her fingers spasm, nearly dabbing the inky brush against her brow.

“What is it?” the mare replies, reining in the spike of anxiety that threatens to topple the precarious equilibrium of her present mental state. A problem arising in the final hour before they leave for the gala after weeks of preparation is the last thing she needs.

She turns to the dragon who towers over her, his broad wings furled out into a canopy. “It’s…um…” he mutters nervously, unable to spit out what he means, but it’s clear what the source of his apprehension is. He’s holding his dress, the garment of dark plum fabric that Rarity painstakingly crafted for him, around himself, draped about the shoulders, clasps undone. His cheeks are flushed green and his frills are drooping with embarrassment.

“Spike, darling, please don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts about your ensemble now,” she pleads with no small amount of desperation, and she reaches out and places a hand on his hip. “I told you, you will look marvelous, there’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“N-no, it’s…it’s not that,” he stammers back, nodding his head fervently, “I want to wear the dress, I r-really do.”

Non Uberis @nonuberis.bsky.social · 6d

Sharkdragon women

[aiming sights of Garchomp TF cannon]

Non Uberis @nonuberis.bsky.social · 7d

lol still a good time

Crave them heads

Non Uberis @nonuberis.bsky.social · 7d

Weresquawk

Non Uberis @nonuberis.bsky.social · 7d

The worst thing that Pibby has done is make me watch Rick & Morty

Non Uberis @nonuberis.bsky.social · 7d

Jo my buttloved

Non Uberis @nonuberis.bsky.social · 9d

Touch...

Non Uberis @nonuberis.bsky.social · 9d

Suddenly hearing a chiming noise outside and instinctively expecting it to be accompanied by Sherma singing

a cartoon character wearing a hat and holding a cane .

ALT: a cartoon character wearing a hat and holding a cane .

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ReiRei 💙 @reimoon.bsky.social · 9d

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Non Uberis @nonuberis.bsky.social · 10d

Huge nuts are the pinnacle of comfort