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paletiger.bsky.social
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Feline therian* shifter ° physically nonhuman ° transspecies alterbeing °

it/she/cat

18+ please.
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•° Dásos °• @paletiger.bsky.social · 2d
Hello, #Althsky

You can call me dásos, a therian & shifter! But you will find that I prefer calling myself transspecies.

I am many feline shapes in a trenchcoat, we don't bite :]
paletiger.bsky.social
Genuine conflicted feelings here, no harm intended!

I agree one doesn't need spirituality to be therian. I have ins & outs with spirituality myself. However, wasn't until I opened up to spirutality that I'd truly see others. In turn... I feel unseen by therians who view spirituality as woo. (1/2)
February 2, 2026 at 11:06 PM
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werewolf.pizza
My monsterfucker story "Four Colour Process" is available for purchase! It features a cis woman and a werewolf of no specified gender, and contains darkness, fur, claws, biting, and the celebration of taboos and transgression.

argylewerewolf.itch.io/cmyk

#nsfw #werewolf #teratophilia
Cover art for "Four Colour Process" by Angela Quinton. A solid black background. The title and author credit are rendered in sans-serif text in the center-left of the top third. The title is in cyan, and the author name in yellow. In the middle of the lower third is a simplified isometric drawing of a picnic table in white, splattered with cyan liquid that drips off the table onto the ground. Interior title page. Bisected diagnally into a black top and white bottom. The black top features a yellow crescent moon and a print registration mark. The white lower section repeats the title and author credit, and has this text: Adult readers only. Content warnings: f/?, biting, claws, blood, cunnilingus, teratophilia. The design of the page has been artificially modified to reflect mis-registered CMYK separations, with ghostly magenta and yellow duplicates slightly out of alignment. Page 6: Its back was to me, hunched over something dark and glistening at one of the picnic tables. It straightened and turned faster than anything that size could move. I recoiled, stumbled, and dropped my phone. One flashbulb instant froze in my mind before the light hit the dirt and went dark. Now, after all these months, I know every angle and curve of it. The easy line from stomach to hip. The riverine pattern of fur at the nape of its neck. The delicate hollows beneath its nails. But the most enduring image is that first glimpse. The angles of its arms, which were splayed in a human pose that telegraphed the surprised defensiveness of an insane person shielding their deranged totems. The mass on the table was a deer, magenta and white in the glare, throat bent at a sharp angle, insides strewn across the slats. Crouched though the creature was, it still towered a foot over me. Long arms and long legs and a lean, coiled torso. The harsh light turned its face and chest purple. A visage like a misregistered overprint. Human physiology pushing through lupine features like paper grain under cheap ink. Its eyes, glinting like black diamonds above its smeared muzzle, pupils like backlit amber. I now know every inch of its body a dozen times over, but not whose eyes those are. Darkness. I opened my mouth to scream, clinging to the idiotic hope that it really was a bear, that making noise could save me, but its growl hit me first, less than a yard away. The sound coursed through me like an earthquake’s first tremor, tilting the ground and cracking reality’s facade. That the earth could move beneath one’s feet, that such a creature existed, that an animal’s utterance could evoke terror and exultation simultaneously. Such things should be impossible. Page 7: I wax poetic now, but in that moment I was certain I’d join the mutilated deer. Goodbye, David, I thought. Gonna go see Mom and Dad now. I hope Reddit doesn’t post the photos of whatever happens next. But what happened next was another sound. A deep inhalation, directly above my left shoulder. Now I was petrified. I swallowed a scream. I felt its body radiating heat, smelled blood and fur, felt its breath splashing against my cheek. Its scent was animal, pungent and wild, but beneath it was something familiar. Warmth, clean sweat. The faint trace of humanity that is detectable when you’re close to another person. Sensory incongruity overwhelmed me. I tried to turn my head but could only blink. My vision had adjusted to the moonlight, but the creature’s form was occluding the night sky. Rich CMYK black against dull RGB black. A void within a void. I searched for its eyes, but then a gentle brush of contact touched my cheek, and I squeezed my eyes shut. Better to be in the dark entirely than to see the teeth behind those bloody lips. The contact slid across my cheek – scratchy, damp, accompanied by a tang of copper, and another rustling inhalation against my ear. It was breathing my scent. Meal or plaything? How could it smell anything over the blood scent hanging thick in the air? I withstood it for three eternal seconds before its nose’s sudden cold contact against my ear made me flinch. My body’s primal drive to protect itself finally unlocked my muscles. I raised my hand to push its head away, only to find its arm. I felt wiry fur, hair-like but thicker. Beneath that, human bone structure. Pliable muscle, the twin beams of ulna and radius. I had its strange forearm in a death grip. Did it raise its hand to block mine or to peel my face from my skull? I tightened my grasp, but rather than retaliate, it withdrew its muzzle from my ear. Lost in the dark, my remaining senses bloomed. I could feel the sliding twitch of tendons in its arm as it moved...
February 2, 2026 at 2:27 PM
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dinocanid.bsky.social
Things that can only be whole being measured in decimals is so funny to me. What do you mean the average pack contains 9.8 wolves, where's the rest of him
February 2, 2026 at 1:52 PM
paletiger.bsky.social
Hello, #Althsky

You can call me dásos, a therian & shifter! But you will find that I prefer calling myself transspecies.

I am many feline shapes in a trenchcoat, we don't bite :]
February 2, 2026 at 2:45 PM