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Ask Me Anything (June 2025) (Patreon)

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2025-06-02 12:35:42
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Hey guys!

It's time for another AMA where y'all can ask any questions that are on your mind or that you would like to know! These can be questions for me, or my OCs! Anything!!!

If you are asking them to an OC, please include "For [OC Name]:" at the beginning of your question! Just so I know!

Ask away in the comments and I will reply to them as they come in!

I await your curiosities! 🥰

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D.j. Arnold

How did you discover yourself as Alex?

Huntsman of Atlas

For… rather all characters and even the writer if they feel like answering: Do you know how to fight whether it’s blades, hand to hand martial arts, firearms, anything

Richard Elmer

Do you have an official bio for Alex? I'm interested in commissioning another story, so I'd like to know more info about her. And what kind of stuff she's into~ To Alex: Do you like it when your tail is pulled?

Athlon2736

For Alex: Do you like be marked/cummed on, such as facials pearl necklaces, on the back/ass, on you belly, or tits? For Charlie: So what happened with that boat captain? Would love to hear the story of you time with the seaman.

Lobu

For every character: What's one thing that massively turns you on that no one knows about?

Bartle Doo

For Alex: How committed are you to restoring the glory of the tiger population? Would you consider partaking in a reproduction program with a prime specimen to help combat the tide? (This is primarily a joke, if anything there's more tigers than there's ever been in the community. Just thought it could be a fun story element. I am definitely not volunteering myself.)

John Leed

For Alex: Ever found freeballing guys hot?

alexthecatte
>>177017801

Alex tilts her sunglasses down with one claw, eyes glinting with that are you serious? look, but her smirk says she’s delighted. “Restoring the glory of the tiger population? Honey, I’ve been doing that for years.” She stretches, slow, the curve of her body flexing under her tight top, tail flicking lazily behind her. “Now, as for a reproduction program—” she clicks her tongue, leaning in close enough for you to feel her breath, “—it would have to be a prime specimen. I’m talking apex genes, heavy-hitting stamina, the kind of raw, animal scent that makes my claws curl.” She licks her lips, slow and deliberate. “But let’s be real: the tiger population’s doing fine these days. I’m not exactly short on eager donors lining up backstage.” Her grin sharpens. “But if I were to participate? Let’s just say, it wouldn’t be some sterile, clinical collection room situation. It would be a ceremony. A long, sweaty, roaring ritual under the moonlight. Claws in fur. Teeth in scruffs. The kind of breeding that would leave you leaking for days, trembling, knowing you’ve done your part for the future of the species.” She tosses her hair, standing tall. “Because if I’m going to help save the tiger population, I’m going to enjoy every second of it.”

alexthecatte
>>178535127

Alex smirks, tongue flicking over one canine, tail curling with slow, playful tension. “Oh, yes.” She laughs, low and throaty. “You know what’s hotter than a guy trying to look put-together? A guy who’s so confident—or so dumb—that he thinks it’s a good idea to walk around with his cock swinging free under his jeans.” She adjusts her top, claws tapping against her hip as she talks. “It’s the risk of it. The way you can see the outline, the bounce when he walks, the way he tries to play it cool but you can tell every step is a reminder he’s got nothing holding him back.” Her eyes half-lid, a dreamy, hungry look settling on her face. “And the smell hits different, too, you know? No fabric, no layers, just the raw, warm scent of him trapped in those pants. The way it clings when he peels them down, the heat that pours out when you finally get your nose under his waistband.” A soft growl rumbles in her throat. “It’s so fucking real. So accessible. I don’t have to fumble with briefs or get him to pull them down. I can just grab him, yank those pants open, and it’s right there, heavy, warm, and waiting for my mouth.” She grins, sharp. “Freeballing’s an invitation. And believe me—I RSVP with my tongue.”