CyberCanine ΘΔ ⚧️♿🔞☉∇

yknow how tanuki are often recognized for their shapeshifting? yeah

Yeag!

you *get it* haha. If I'm allowed to have all the body mods, I'm getting ALL the body mods.

what a derpy creature ehehehehehe

Casting non-magic missile

I need a mask like that so bad !! you always look so damn cool in your photos and it looks amazingly kin-affirming 💗

end credits of Umamsume episode with Vodka, Special Week, and Mejiro McQueen playing a table-top game of polo using pool cues. Japanese and English text appear on the screen.

I'm being shown Umamusume and...???
They have table polo !?!?!?

and finished plushfucker sketch for @verkettei.bsky.social 🧸❤️

Page 1 – Cover Alt text: A black-and-white illustrated zine cover titled PlayDate: Scratch & Me by Shimi & Critter. A wolf and a coyote face each other playfully, their tails raised, mouths open mid-bark, arrows curving between them. Text at bottom: “Research notes remain property of Glaxo Smyth-Klein.

Page 2 – Foreword Alt text: Typed text under the heading Foreword: This field account represents an early-stage observation of cross-species affective integration during post-theriomorphic rehabilitation. Following the administration of Lupinex (Therionyl–5mL, Dose 9), subject WLF-7 was introduced to a controlled interaction zone for social re-acclimation with subject CYT-3 (‘Scratch’), a coyote-type who had successfully completed full human sentience-divestment protocols two months prior to these events. What ensued was neither anomalous nor unexpected… While not explicitly designed as a courtship environment, the enclosure nevertheless provided adequate stimulus for instinct-led affiliative behaviors, scent-sharing, and what supervisory logs delicately refer to as ‘non-target arousal states.’ This transcript has been preserved in its near-entirety as a rare qualitative snapshot of joy unburdened by language, love untroubled by taxonomy… For the record: the enrichment bot did not survive.” At the bottom: “– Journal of Transitional Companion Species Studies, Vol. 12, Issue 3. Field Editor: Dr. E.J. Cark. Catalog Ref: WLF-7/CYT-3/PLAY-009.

Page 3 – PlayDate: Scratch & Me (Opening) Alt text: Reused cover Illustration of WLF-7 and Scratch a coyote facing each other playfully above the title PlayDate: Scratch & Me: They told me the playdate was species-safe and therapeutic integration support. A “familiarity session,” they said, smiling, holding clipboards. No cages, no needles, no species-adjusted stress-testing. Just me, a freshly-run wolf girl, still sloshy with Therionyl, and my best friend, a coyote who’d gone in two months earlier, now known, simply, as Scratch. I think we used to be inseparable? Back before paws. I don’t remember what we called each other then. It’s like remembering hands. She says her name used to be “not important.” Feels about right. Scratch has two different coloured eyes — one pale amber, one glacial blue — and an extra dewclaw on her left forepaw that clicks too quickly when she paces. She used to love David Bowie, I just about remember that much, which makes the whole mismatched eye thing feel like fate. The handlers dropped me into the lab-run enclosure with the usual checklist: tail relaxed, ears perked, no visible signs of trauma. It was a “juvenile” range, meaning the fences were padded and the water bowl was comically oversized — a playground, basically, with fake grass and one of those motorised rabbits for enrichment. I sniffed the hell out of it.

But I forgot all about the scent dummy the moment Scratch came bounding through the mesh gate like she was late for a bar fight and excited about it. Woof! She smelled like joy. Dust, musk, golden resin sun. Her tail spun like a pinwheel as she barrelled toward me, skidding on the synthetic turf and immediately nose-bumping my flank like we were resuming a conversation mid-sentence. We tumbled together, yipping and clambering in a fur-pile of mutual recognition. She nipped my ear; I bit her scruff; she rolled onto her back and kicked like she wanted me to see the ridiculous length of her tongue. She’d always been like this. Just… more Scratch now. Less girl-who-was. I don’t think either of us realised we were flirting. We’d no plans. No script. But we kept getting closer. Like, crotch-sniffing close. Tail-swishing, back-arched, “hey is this normal” kind of close. I mean, we’d always had that slightly-too-long eye contact thing going back in the human days — long nights in dorm rooms, secrets with no outlet, the kind of affection you could only channel into shared playlists and ill-advised tattoos. But we never did anything. Turns out, animal brains don’t care about inhibition. Turns out, tails are loud. She winked one of her mismatched eyes and flagged her tail up so dramatically I thought she was trying to signal aircraft. I made the kind of low, breathy whine I used to reserve for art-house movies and midnight texts. Then she circled me, brushed flanks, and made this tiny little hop like “tag — you’re in heat.” I was not in heat. I was ready for problems. Awrrfff! It just escalated from there. At some point, I hiked my tail too fast and knocked over the handler’s little enrichment cam-bot. Scratch pounced it and started biting and humping it like a squeaky toy possessed by heat and bad decisions. It made a noise like a drowning coffee grinder. I was cry-baying with laughter and half-lunging at her side, and somehow we both ended up in the crash-mat tunnel

New #Zine Play date: Scratch & Me. 1/2: What starts as #animalhrt reintegration turns into a gay, feral mess. Tail-flags, enrichment-bot-humping, & creaturely flirtation they don’t have protocols for. #exhumanisn #therianthropy & finding love thru nosebumps, leg mounts, & disregarding clipboards.

I think I might have scared my grandparents a few months ago when I described myself as trans-species, but they seemed to nod their heads along and not worry too much about it. I sort of couched it in words like "if there were a way I could change".

A hand-inked illustration on textured paper showing two pairs of wolves: one black (possibly their father), one slightly smaller brown (presumably their mother) and two smaller wolves — presumably their puppies — sitting and howling toward a dark moon suspended above them, its light radiating in short lines. The style is clean, symbolic, and mythic, evoking early-world creation stories. A small red artist stamp reads “Shimi.” This is Part of Shimi’s mythic early world series connected to Therion, Lykaeon, The Goddess of All Dogs, and A Blood Older than Hunger.

“Something inside them—something both creature & more than creature—answered. They howled back, a thousand voices braided into one timeless, endless vow…”

Do you hand-fluff your diapers or do you let the dryer do the work?

A coyote standing in the grass with fall colours in the background.

A coyote standing on the edge of a paved road.

A coyote pausing to look at the strange guy in the Jeep passing by.

Woke up early so decided to take an impromptu trip to Elk Island National Park. Saw a number of bison along the roads and had a nice encounter with this coyote who was kind enough not to immediately run away. #wildlife #coyote

Morning.

me when I do ketamine twice in a week

A kobold prepares his meal in the trenches

How a kobold stays fed

[ #kobolds ]

Image of yotes

#hourly #yote https://api.tinyfox.dev/hourly/yotes/46793325415_513c57d599_c.jpg

Reskeet if you love chubby cuties!!!

🇧🇷 #Brazil
maned wolf

Pain specialist was like "oops I guess we weren't supposed to schedule for today after all" so I have to wait until *next week* to get started on the meds I was all planning on being on by today. I want to fucking scream.

It’s Autism :D

Art by Elo

The virgin AGI existential risk vs the chad global warming

Aweeeee gosh that pumpkin onesie is so cute. I can't wait for mine to show in the mail 🧡🖤💗

Can't believe I'm fucked out of getting into this stupid telehealth app because some asshole named Piush stole my number and used it for a bunch of shit. If I seriously can't do my pain specialist appointment because the app is set up wrong I'm going down to cali to find this guy and kick his ass

oops i forgor this one

This is explaining a lot to me that I'm coming to understand. Thank you for typing this up. I feel like I'm just that bit much closer to an understanding of physical nonhumanity and how it fits into my existence.

Still not a fan of inventing slurs for genAI

I also think genAI can fuck right off. It's not sentient and doesn't get rights. Simple.

Inventing slurs for it though? You will hurt a chunk of alterhumans with that. Protogens, synths, androids, probably more I don't know of

Don't hurt alterhumans 3:

am interested in having a dialogue with other sun-del types to learn more about what it means to you and if it could be something worth adopting for us. My DMs are open.

sorry kit, we HAVE to regress you as part of the transformation… you need the neuroplasticity to learn how your new body works