TharaApples, The Grandmaster of the Written Word

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I like to read and sometimes partake in some witchcraft here and there. Apples are also great, as they're good for consumption and being turned into juice, as well as various pastries. 

My name is Thara if you couldn't tell. A witch that was turned apple goddess by her own admission. Message me if you need help or if there's something fun you would like to discuss. I'm good for both and I have a wealth of knowledge on silly things.

Just don't forget to properly revere me in the process. Don't be nervous, I only bite occasionally and with warning of the incoming chomp. (1).png

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Recent Posts

CYS Discord: Now with flying cars! on 5/24/2020 10:10:22 AM

Such viciousness.

CYS Discord: Now with flying cars! on 5/24/2020 10:08:00 AM

Penis the small penis?

I Make Your OC's! on 5/20/2020 10:14:21 PM

Name: Apple Outlaw

Appearance: A literal apple wearing a brown duster coat with black cowboy hat. Said apple holds two silver chrome revolvers in its white gloved hands.

Also shades.

I don't like being a faggot, even though I am on 4/12/2020 9:27:13 PM

You actually do get a trophy sent to your house. Shame you have apparently been banned, so experiencing those joys might be lost to you now.

The END TIMES - Pandemic Edition! on 4/5/2020 8:39:46 PM

This news is certainly needed and should be treasured during these quarantine times.

Corona Tag! on 3/21/2020 1:56:09 AM



Corona Tag! on 3/21/2020 1:50:01 AM


In the bowels of an underground oil drum lit tram station, a terrible and sordid meeting was currently taking place. Only the silhouettes of humanoid animal shaped creatures could possibly be seen by any unfortunate naked eye that somehow stumbled upon the scene currently taking place. 

Like a horror movie, a heavy set man dressed in a pink fuzzy bear costume pulled out a glowing white vial from the recesses of his anal cavity. The four similarly dressed individuals that had joined him in a circle all but jumped up and down as they made their approval known by emitting various animal noises out of the likeness of whatever animal they were dressed as. There was a raccoon, a cat, dog, and last but not least, a snake. The voices were muffled, but this did little to curb whatever joy was being shared by the group of middle aged men in their underground hideout. 

"Finally, our time has come, my sex pets," the bear boomed in a loud velvety voice. 

"Yes! Now is the time for the furries to rise to their rightful place in the world!" screamed the raccoon enthusiastically, already moving onto touching himself with great vigor.

The dog and snake were more subdued now, each exchanging glances before they shared in staring at the bear that was their leader in charge. 

"Snuggles, the ass-raping bear. Are you sure that the world is ready for such a drug to be released?"

"I am in agreement in the hesitation that Doggy, the ass licker is showing. The world already looks upon us with great scorn and disdain. Is this really the right course of action for our cause?"

Snuggles looked upon both of his comrades, gazing deeply into their eyes in a way unlike before. It was similar to the look he would give them whenever he was eager to rut with both, thus it put both of them slightly on edge with clenched anuses. However the sigh he relinquishes shows them both that it isn't anger or a fierce rape lined up in their respective futures, but something else entirely as the bear clutches the vial tightly in his grip.

"Once we put this in the water supply, there won't be a world that will not accept us." 

With these words put forth into the air, all of the homosexual furries simultaneously nodded their heads in collective agreement. 


A week later...

"I'm telling you, it was like this big! No fooling you!" 

A young black-haired leather jacket wearing youth was telling his equally of age girlfriend, holding both hands up to signify the size of the member that the football coach was proud of as he walked out of the middle of nowhere movie theater with his equally of age girlfriend wrapped around his arm. She found the story both ridiculous and gross, but she humored her boyfriend with a laugh as they neared closer to his car.

"That's so weird, Jack! Tell me mor-- wait! What's that!?"

The girlfriend points to a fat man dressed in a baby blue bunny outfit, bent over the prone body of a motionless old man. The sight is bizarre in and of itself, but young Jack wonders just why such a sight was happening outside of a movie theater. It's almost too much to tear his eyes away from, but he moves closer after pulling his arm free from his nameless girlfriend. A bad feeling is nestled into his gut with each step forward he takes, but he considers it too late to turn around now.

"Mmmmm! Shlurp! Cock is so yummy! Yuuuum!" The furry exclaims as he munches down on what's left of his prey's decimated and desecrated crotch excitedly.

"What the hell, man!?" Jack screams as he stumbles back in shock, unable to believe his eyes. He had only heard of the myth of cock eating furries in passing on the internet, but never did he think they existed and could actually be encountered in person! The sight alone is almost enough to keep him frozen solid like ice, unable to move, fight, save the dying old man from enduring anymore of whatever the hell was happening to him at the moment. He doesn't have to wait long for an answer on his course of action as he turns around to a traumatizing sight.

Not even six feet away, his girlfriend is currently standing immobile in shock as a speedo wearing man with a covered upper body of a shark suit is biting on her head, drawing blood and causing it to run down her leg. It was so fast that it had happened, Jack hadn't even heard, but now he was staring face to face with his nightmare that was very much true. 

"Nameless girlfriend!" Jack shouted. Unfortunately this had the effect of alerting the crotch chewing bunny who had grown tired of eating the crotch that he was eating. So with a mouth covered in blood, he screeched loudly as he got into position and began bunny hopping towards the young man with feats of speed that shouldn't even be considered possible for a human. It forced Jack to act quickly as he heard more animalistic sounds descend and close in all around him. Part of him was torn between fighting them off or running away, but logic won out in the end as he moved to put as much distance between him and the dick-and-woman eating furries as possible. 

Jack moved swiftly to his car, however a hippo furry was already climbing out, forcing him to change directions and head to the dense forest with it's many trees. The relentless furries however only gave pursuit in their cock frenzy, because little did Jack know, he was the only cock in miles in that abandoned and empty theater that he had just recently existed with his now dearly departed ex-girlfriend. 

With every step, only the inevitable seemed to be being delayed. 

"So, you furry bastards want to eat my cock?"

Jack asked this to the now crowd of hungry furries that numbered in the high dozens at least. Memories of all the times he spent with Nameless Girlfriend flashed in his mind, a single tear leaving his eye. He reached into his pocket, producing his hammer that was gifted to him by his missing father to him. If he was going to lose his life, he would go down swinging and taking as many as the bastards that he could with him. 

"Come on! I'm read-- Huh..?"

Words were seized from him as he stared at an approaching bear dressed man, the sea of furries parting the homosexual sea for him in a great showing of respect. This fact however wasn't even noticed by Jack as he stared at a familiar face, his hammer suddenly flying out of his hand and into the hand of the pink bear, as if returning again to it's rightful owner. Who had begun to take off his bear head. The sight was enough to floor young Jack as he fell to his knees in shock, pain, and every negative emotion he had ever felt in his life.

"It can't be."


Corona Tag! on 3/20/2020 10:17:34 PM

You're not even a real person. 

Remember The Real Plague on 3/20/2020 1:32:15 PM

But who watches the Gaymen? 

The Weekly Review - Edition 43 on 2/16/2020 7:28:56 PM

Extremely likable and a wonderful presence?


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