Carltober: Carl x Jeremy

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Carl woke up first.

Jeremy's musk welcomed his nostrils. It started off arousing him at first, but it now was a symbol of comfort. Guess now he new how all his friends dating otters felt like.

How did it come to this? How did a bully, turned drug-dealer, became the best thing in his life?

The journey was like his brain trying to wake up: a slow series of steps, from a shared joint, to shared problems, to saving each other during a hysteria, to beating the crap out of Brian.

Pissing off Jenna certainly helped. All the little things they had in common

"You 'wake, babe?" Jeremy yawned.

"No, go back to sleep" Carl whined, "You're cute."

"Nah."

He rolled his lover, Carl atop him.

"You are."

Carltober: Sans + Superwolf

Flynn sighed. "What the hell is going on now?" he said, tired mroe than anything. Carl was like Hela from Norse mythology, except on one side he was a skeleton with a blue eye and hoodie and on the other a wolf in a superhero costume. ...

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Carltober: Naked Carl

Carl had a curious relationship with his body. At times, especially when younger, he felt ashamed of being chubby. It was a bully's favourite to remark him on his weight, and even after the fat began to conceal increasingly stronger muscles as he...

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Carltober: Dawn Hound outfit

"Does this make me look fat?" Carl said, strutting into the room. "Obviously" Flynn answerred bluntly. He slapped his squamate tail on the couch, not out of happiness like a dog but simply to motion the ram to come over. Carl happily obliged,...

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