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Amnyst's Towering Toes
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mannoth.
Not much was known about Amnyst, save two things: the first was that she appeared to whom she liked, and the second was that when she was around, you saw exactly what you wanted to see, whether you willed it or not. In fact, it was quite typical that her ‘clientele’ never had to ask.
Even Clypse, sitting at his chair and wondering idle thoughts, understood stark little about her, but questions ran hot along the Umbreon’s thoughts when she crossed the veil from wherever the goddess might have been and addressed him in said thoughts with a voice made of stars and spun glass.
“Hello.”
Her waterfalls of violet hair that may well have been body height, as well as a pair of black-furred breasts that heaved like full dreams, should not by any laws of reality been able to fit or be visible through the modest aspect ratio of his monitor. Amnyst was, of course, anything but modest, and the laws of reality were little more than pieces on a game board for her.
“Don’t let your mind wander too far now, sweet thing,” he heard her speak with whispers that shouted like commands. “Many of those secrets you yearn to know are mine alone.” That was the moment her eyes began to glow, piercing his attention like two golden spears. “Besides, none are so exciting as the ones you harbor; those fantasies in that mind of yours I can tease out...”
And in a flash, she had. Petite paws were granted the station of curving walls that surrounded Clypse, leathery digits curling greedily. The gilded eyes he had been looking into but moments ago were now at the elevation of several dozens of feet, even though the goddess was now sitting. Nothing greater illustrated her size now—was it real, an illusion, or was this simply her normal height as a goddess?—than the way he could barely see past the single tip of a claw that loomed dangerously close, which was easily his height near the tip. The ground beneath him was not gravel or dirt or even the carpet he was anticipating, but sand under his paws—a small, isolated islet, with acres of jungle fitting neatly under her crater-forming rear.
The tower of a Zoroark surrounded him; where before her presence existed only in his mind, now it was everywhere, cloying every last one of his senses like warm breath. Her gargantuan, meaty paws ran along his immediate horizon, curling behind him, walling him in. Her midsection was a stark black ocean, as inviting as it was imposing, with shadows cast by her weighty breasts—were they somehow larger?—that could blot out the sun if she stood up. Her toes tensed close, bending a nearby palm and grazing him with pads as supple as the most magnificent mattress, and four times as big.
Was this real, or was it just fantasy? With Amnyst, there was hardly a difference.
Here is a Patreon poll winner for paws! Amnyst with her towering toes! She actually looks REALLY nice in this hybrid style, much better than I was expecting. @.@
I’m such a sucker for this sort of pov paw shots. I will shamelessly reuse it time and time again. |3
Done with Prismacolor marker and Prismacolor and graphite pencils on white card stock paper.
Patreon I have a Patreon that features early access, full resolution pictures, and voting for picture ideas and/or completion. You can find that account at: https://www.patreon.com/EclipsisStudios
Twitter Want to keep up to date with all my posts and teasers of my Patreon? Follow me on my Twitter at: https://twitter.com/EclipsisStudios
mannoth.Not much was known about Amnyst, save two things: the first was that she appeared to whom she liked, and the second was that when she was around, you saw exactly what you wanted to see, whether you willed it or not. In fact, it was quite typical that her ‘clientele’ never had to ask.
Even Clypse, sitting at his chair and wondering idle thoughts, understood stark little about her, but questions ran hot along the Umbreon’s thoughts when she crossed the veil from wherever the goddess might have been and addressed him in said thoughts with a voice made of stars and spun glass.
“Hello.”
Her waterfalls of violet hair that may well have been body height, as well as a pair of black-furred breasts that heaved like full dreams, should not by any laws of reality been able to fit or be visible through the modest aspect ratio of his monitor. Amnyst was, of course, anything but modest, and the laws of reality were little more than pieces on a game board for her.
“Don’t let your mind wander too far now, sweet thing,” he heard her speak with whispers that shouted like commands. “Many of those secrets you yearn to know are mine alone.” That was the moment her eyes began to glow, piercing his attention like two golden spears. “Besides, none are so exciting as the ones you harbor; those fantasies in that mind of yours I can tease out...”
And in a flash, she had. Petite paws were granted the station of curving walls that surrounded Clypse, leathery digits curling greedily. The gilded eyes he had been looking into but moments ago were now at the elevation of several dozens of feet, even though the goddess was now sitting. Nothing greater illustrated her size now—was it real, an illusion, or was this simply her normal height as a goddess?—than the way he could barely see past the single tip of a claw that loomed dangerously close, which was easily his height near the tip. The ground beneath him was not gravel or dirt or even the carpet he was anticipating, but sand under his paws—a small, isolated islet, with acres of jungle fitting neatly under her crater-forming rear.
The tower of a Zoroark surrounded him; where before her presence existed only in his mind, now it was everywhere, cloying every last one of his senses like warm breath. Her gargantuan, meaty paws ran along his immediate horizon, curling behind him, walling him in. Her midsection was a stark black ocean, as inviting as it was imposing, with shadows cast by her weighty breasts—were they somehow larger?—that could blot out the sun if she stood up. Her toes tensed close, bending a nearby palm and grazing him with pads as supple as the most magnificent mattress, and four times as big.
Was this real, or was it just fantasy? With Amnyst, there was hardly a difference.
Here is a Patreon poll winner for paws! Amnyst with her towering toes! She actually looks REALLY nice in this hybrid style, much better than I was expecting. @.@
I’m such a sucker for this sort of pov paw shots. I will shamelessly reuse it time and time again. |3
Done with Prismacolor marker and Prismacolor and graphite pencils on white card stock paper.
Patreon I have a Patreon that features early access, full resolution pictures, and voting for picture ideas and/or completion. You can find that account at: https://www.patreon.com/EclipsisStudios Twitter Want to keep up to date with all my posts and teasers of my Patreon? Follow me on my Twitter at: https://twitter.com/EclipsisStudios
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Macro / Micro
Species Pokemon
Size 900 x 698px
File Size 1.44 MB
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