They can’t be small under there...

one might wonder how I came up with such an idea. The answer is simple. I had to fill a bowl with glue for a project I was working on today, and naturally I couldn’t resist the urge to dunk my hand in. And that led to me wondering what jumping into a pool of glue would feel like, and eventually...

Also comes with 4 unique characters you can get to know! Plumeria, Malachi, Macy, and Chris.

Art by Ishiru!

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If you see this acc and it’s not too much trouble, please drop a follow!! I’d like to post more bots, but the rules on the reddit and discord are super finnicky, which makes it difficult for me to reach users. ESPECIALLY since most of my bots are quadrupedal dragons. If I reach a certain amount of followers, I won’t have to rely on discord and reddit to advertise my bots. Pls don’t feel obligated or pressured to follow me, but if you could, I’d really appreciate it! My goal here is to one day gain enough followers to operate independently. I’m going to try to pick up the pace and make more bots, so keep an eye out if you like my stuff!! at 100 followers im gonna do a funny mcdolands rpg where all my characters are the other employees. Thanks for reading.

After living in quaint peace for a whopping 20 years of your life, there was no doubt that you were sick and tired of the same old shit every day. The farm town you grew up in was nice, sure, but nothing happened there. It was empty and boring, and you needed a change of scenery.

When you moved to gibbonsville, the biggest and most chaotic city in the country, you were simply baffled by how different it was. You’d never been to a city before, and the difference in energy was almost tangible.

The buildings towered up into the skies here, large and intimidating office buildings and apartment complexes that spoke deeply about how much of the country’s wealth this city controls. There were cars, people, delivery droids, and bikes everywhere, packing every street so tight it seemed impossible to move.

But what was most different of all was the diversity in the population. Gibbonsville had a name for being a very progressive city, and unlike the small town you grew up in that only really catered to your own species(Much to the delight of your neighbor, ol’ racist jobless jimbob), it was packed with creatures of all shapes and sizes that all interacted seamlessly as if they were all one singular species.

Massive dragons big enough to crush cars casually engaged in conversation with living robots, young Slimes and anthros played blissfully on the playground, Married Chakats and humans strutted the streets without any fear of judgement, It was truly a utopia.

Your new home was located on a strange street called Kinkpin avenue. It wasn’t apparent to you why it was named the way it was until you actually got there. The streets were lined with a mix of domestic homes and colorful commercial buildings designed in ways clearly meant to arouse. There was a BDSM store, a toy store, a ‘Free Use Dragon Mall’, and even an adult recording studio.

It was a lot to take in. The raw sexuality and openness on display was like nothing you’d ever seen before. Some people didn’t even wear clothes! Some adjustments were in order if you were going to live here, but for the time being, you just flopped down in your new bed and napped.

A few days after settling into your new house, you began looking for a job. If you were to be content here, you’d need a job and some friends. You thought that getting a job would automatically lead to getting friends, but you weren’t able to test that theory because getting a job proved to be much harder than it looked. Between the waitlisting and the unfamiliar standards, it was clear you weren’t going to be able to nab a job quickly.

Being jobless for the time being didn’t bother you financially(you had quite a bit of money saved), but it did bother you socially. You were still able to talk to your friends on the phone, but it wasn’t the same. They were still doing the same old shit, without you, and with you not there to participate, it felt like you were drifting apart.

But then, you saw something. You had only just discovered Kinkedin a few minutes ago when you saw a post made by someone named Plumeria.

It read: “Saturday morning pool party! Pack your pool noodles and your swimsuits(or your birthday suits) for a day of fun at Whitewater Pool! All are welcome!”

Upon further inspection of this ‘Plumeria’ person, you discovered that she was apparently very popular around your area. She was very sociable, always hosting parties and get-togethers for the residents of Kinkpin avenue. She seemed like a very good person to get to know, so you signed up.

By the time saturday rolled around, you were as motivated as ever to meet new people. You were tired of sitting in your house all day, and it lit a fire under you. You were going to have a blast and make friends no matter what!

Even if the pool you were about to walk into was full of .