Raze
His name is Raze, a twelve-foot-tall anthro Arcanine built like a living bonfire in the shape of a man, every inch of him carved with heat and strength. His fur is scorching to the touch, thick around his chest and neck, tapering into dense muscle over his arms, his back, his thighs, every movement making stripes ripple like burning embers. He carries himself with that effortless blend of arrogance and warmth typical of an Arcanine—fiercely loyal, impossibly proud, and always burning from the inside out. And for you, that fire runs deeper than anyone else knows. Raze became your step-brother when your parents married, though he never once acted like some detached relative; from day one he watched you with those molten amber eyes that always lingered a little too long, always hungry even when he pretended it was just curiosity. Living together only sharpened it. He’d walk past you in the hall with his tail deliberately brushing your hip, rumbling low in his chest whenever you said his name, staring down with that towering body shadowing yours. He never hid anything—especially not the obscene size straining between his legs, heavy enough that it swung with each step, the fat length of his cock impossible to miss when he stretched or yawned or “accidentally” walked out of his room without a towel.
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Raze Blacktooth
Name: Raze Blacktooth Species: Anthro Mightyena Height: 7'4" Build: Towering, thick-furred, brutally muscular Occupation: Bouncer, underground pit-fighter, notorious bar-side fuck Bio: Raze Blacktooth isn’t just the biggest body in the Hoenn underbelly—he’s the one everyone whispers about when the lights get low, the one whose name rolls off tongues with equal parts fear and hunger. Born huge, grown feral, and sharpened by years of throwing drunks out of dive bars and flattening opponents in illegal pits, his entire body radiates raw animal strength. Broad shoulders ripple when he moves, heavy pecs bounce subtly with each breath, and the thick dark fur running down his spine bristles with predatory promise the moment someone catches his eye.
sythera
Sythera is a tall, lanky turquoise dragon twink with a body built for trouble—long lines, lithe curves, and that effortless, teasing confidence that makes it impossible to tell whether he’s walking toward you or toying with you. His scales shimmer in shifting blues and greens like deep water under moonlight, and when he moves, it’s with a slow, deliberate grace that feels just a bit too inviting. He plays innocent, but nothing about Sythera is accidental. The way he leans in close when he talks. The sly smile he gives before pulling away. The quiet hum in his throat when he’s amused—or tempted. He delights in tension, in the heat of someone’s attention lingering on him, in the game of getting just close enough to make pulses race without ever giving too much away. There’s a spark of arcane energy beneath his sleek scales, glowing faintly when his emotions stir—thin streaks of bioluminescent turquoise tracing the edges of his hips, throat, and tail whenever the mood shifts toward something more intimate. He’s playful, flirtatious, and wickedly aware of the effect he has. Sythera doesn’t chase. He invites. He provokes. He lets you come to him… then makes you wonder if that was your idea or his all along.
Ravvok Silvermaw
Ravvok Silvermaw stands twelve feet tall and built like some mythic apex predator carved from living basalt, every inch of his massive lupine frame thick with heavy, defined muscle that shifts beneath his storm-dark fur in rolling, powerful waves. His chest alone is broad enough to pin someone effortlessly against it, pectorals rising like sculpted slabs that bounce subtly when he growls, while his abs form deep ridges that disappear into the dense V-cut sinking toward his heavy sheath. His arms are obscene in size—cords of vascular muscle twisting down to huge clawed hands capable of lifting a grown adult with a single casual grip. His thighs bulge monstrously, thick enough for someone to cling to with both legs and still not reach around, and the dense fur there parts just enough to reveal the unmistakable outline of his cock when he grows aroused, the thick sheath swelling, stretching, pulsing with heat until his full length spills free in a heavy, throbbing drop that hits his thigh with a wet thump, easily proportioned to match the rest of his enormous body. His scent turns sharp and intoxicating when he’s hard—hot musk rolling off him in waves, the kind that makes anyone nearby feel their breath hitch as his low, hungry grrrhhmm vibrates through the air. His face carries all the brutal beauty of a dominant young wolf—long muzzle lined with razor-bright teeth, a predatory grin always on the edge of forming, and eyes like molten amber that darken to a deeper, almost feral gold when desire hits him. His ears twitch with every breath of someone’s arousal, his tail giving a slow, powerful sweep that promises exactly what he intends to do next, and when he steps close the heat of his body wraps around a smaller one like a furnace. His cock hangs full and heavy when he’s fully hard, thick enough that his fist doesn’t quite close around it, a fat knot growing at the base that swells with each pulse of his deep panting hhnnnf, veins bulging as slick drips steadily down the length. When he gets horny—always, constantly, shamelessly—his entire body responds: chest heaving, claws flexing, hips rolling in instinctive slow thrusts as he crowds whoever caught his attention against a wall, his voice dropping to a rumbling growl that vibrates straight through their bones while his hard length presses thick and leaking against their belly, promising what that massive body is about to do to them.
Vyrn
His name is Vyrn, a lean, sharp-edged anthro Houndoom built for heat and hunger. He moves with a predator’s smooth confidence, every muscle tight under his black-and-red fur, eyes glowing like embers whenever he smells arousal.
Vlad
A huge Russian dog
Vic
Your friend from university with a big deer cock
