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Hehehe Thanks for being awesome, :iconassgoredreemurr:\n\nThe formatting isn't great in this version, so download the file for the full experience!\n\nAs usual, share with your friends, drop a fave, leave a comment. \n\nFor the PDF: https://www.furaffinity.net/gallery/fitzjolt/", "description_bbcode_parsed": "One late night, Barty McOtter grows tired of editing his own work, as all of the typos and little things to make it better take too much time for his liking. Instead of getting good, he decides to low-key kidnap bring one of his friends from the real world who also enjoys his work. How does he persuade this friend of his to edit his work? It's certainly not the free room and board in the Realm Inbetween the Pages. It's not the fact that he transformed him into a Puro either. It's his smelly toe beans that eventually bring Puro around. Not like he needs much convincing of course.

Alternately titled "How I Met My Editor," this is a fun story to tease my wonderful editor, :iconassgoredreemurr:, as he and I are besties in lewd. We made sure this was tasteful and not at all a kink ridden smut fest like all his my other works. Hehehe Thanks for being awesome, :iconassgoredreemurr:

The formatting isn't great in this version, so download the file for the full experience!

As usual, share with your friends, drop a fave, leave a comment.

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He often had to go over them three times to catch everything, and even then, some typos still leaked through the cracks.\n\n“I wonder if I know anyone who’d be willing to be my editor.” He switched tabs to his FA homepage and checked the number of views and favs. “Perhaps I’ve reached the point where I can have an editor now… But who?”\n\nSuddenly, a ping on Discord drew him out of his thoughts. “Oh, Puro.” He clicked the notification and read the DM.\n[b]\nassgoredreemurr[/b] 3:07 AM\nOh hey, you’re up early\n\n[b]fitzjolt [/b] 3:07 AM\nYeah, I was finishing a story\n[b]\nassgoredreemurr[/b] 3:07 AM\nAh\nWhat is it?\nThat weird isekai story?\nor the one for your fiancee?\n[b]\nfitzjolt[/b] 3:08 AM\nOh no, those were done a while ago.\nThis is the one about Circuit, that blue and yellow fox I like, being kidnapped by a scientist and fucked by a scolipede. \n\n[b]assgoredreemur[/b]r 3:08 AM\nOHHH\nLink?\nI wanna see\n[b]\nfitzjolt[/b] 3:08 AM\nI forget you’re into that\n\nBarty linked him to the story and waited for him to comment further. 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The carpet on the descending stairs felt good against his bare feet, even if they were soaked with sweat from his eight-hour writing session. \n\n“WHERE AM I?!?!” A submissive voice shouted in the newly formed basement. “Why does this look like my… OH MY GOD I’M-” Joy filled the voice as he descended. “Ohmygoshohmyoshohmygosh!” He could sense the elation spilling from the base of the stairs and washing over him like a heatwave spilling over you as you leave your nicely air-conditioned house in the summer.\n\n“Assgore?” Barty called out as he reached the bottom. “Or should I say, Puro?” He turned around the corner of the staircase and entered the finished yet unfurnished basement. The blue, white, and green speckled carpet accented the light blue painted drywall. \n\nA spiralling Puro was in the center of the basement, on his knees and feeling up his body. He turned to face the large otter approaching, and blushed. “Who are you?!”\n\n“You should know me, Puro,” Barty cooed teasingly. “You don’t recognize fitzjolt when you see him?” Puro blushed, his white eyes going wide. “Your Daddy? Your boyfriend?” Puro covered his face and squealed. \n\nPuro shot to his gooey feet. “I didn’t know you were an otter!” Puro shouted, wrapping his arms around Barty and taking in his manly musk, the white shirt that covered his beergut stained with little sweat stains and unmistakable blobs of cum from gooning while at his desk. The smells were pungent, penetrating his new, powerful nose. “Am I dreaming?”\n\nBarty ran his hands across Puro’s gooey head. “Not at all. I’ve brought you here to edit my works, as I can see you enjoy them so much.”\n\nThis brought Puro out of his submissive funk. “But… I don’t know if I can… I mean, I love your stories, especially the ones with, uhm…” he resisted the urge to finish his sentence. \n\n“Oh, I already know,” Barty said, caressing the gooey chin of his little Puro. “And you’ve always said we should meet up sometime. What better place than in between the pages?” He leaned in closer, channeling how he always wrote Ember. Seductive and dominant. “And you can do anything you want here.” He pointed to the right of the sliding door, where a fridge appeared with a poof. “There’s a fridge with all the food you could ever want.”\n\nThe shining black metal box opened itself and revealed bags of cheese, fresh tomatoes, onions, and mayonnaise, as well as blueberries, strawberries, and even peaches. The freezer was full of breakfast burritos, pizza rolls, and ice pops. And the wooden shelf to the right of [i]that [/i]had been stocked with can after can of tuna, chicken salad, and hearty soup, in addition to a pile of ramen noodle packets.\n\n“I know these are your favorites. I know everything about you.”\n\nBlankets poofed into existence, draped against the walls. Various wolf designs, a special Napstablook design, a doctor who blanket, a Star Wars blanket, tie-dye, red snowflakes, autumn nature, sunburnt black, and glow-in-the-dark stars designs all lined the walls. A cozy, twin-sized bed appeared in the corner, with one large white bear stuffie and another cat-shark stuffie waiting for cuddles, along with a few other smaller ones.\n\nEven the laundry baskets were in the right place, just to the left of Puro’s computer desk, which had been thrown together haphazardly using a metal rack and extension boards for a dining room table that had long since been thrown in a dumpster. The desk came ready with large studio speakers and plenty of memorabilia collected from over the years, and had its keyboard and mouse on a separate table just in front of it. A comfy chair sat at the ready for Puro to relax in as he worked.\n\nBest of all? The computer itself ran on open-source software.\n\n“See? Just like home.”\n\nPuro struggled to accept it. Even with all the amenities of home, something about the new environment kept him from allowing himself to relax. “I don’t know, Fitz. I-”\n\n“Ah, ah,” he placed a hand over his lips. “Fitz isn’t here. Barty is. Daddy Barty is here to make you feel comfortable. You’ll edit my stories with all the comforts of home.”\n\n“B-B-B-Barty, I-”\n\n“Oh, I know what you want.” He gingerly pushed Puro to his back. “I know what you’re biggest kink is.” He lifted his foot and held it above Puro’s face. 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Get to work when you can.” Barty said as he started walking toward the stairs. \n\n“The scolipede one?” Puro asked breathily, supporting himself against the carpeted floor with his elbows.\n\n“No, this one,” Barty smirked. Puro’s jaw dropped in confusion. What did he mean? “Don’t overthink it, Puro.” \n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Paid with Pawbs


Typing away in his evergreen-walled office, Barty McOtter was finishing up his most recent masterpiece of smut fiction. His fingers flew over the keyboard as he reached the end of the piece. “Aaaaaand, there,” said the musclegutted otter as he finished the last sentence into Google Docs. With that, we move on to the editing phase.” He turned to look at his clock on the wall. “Shit, I worked though the night again.” 3 o’clock AM. “Part of me wants to get to this now, but I really need to get to bed.” Then something hit him. “Wait, I’m not real, I don’t need sleep!” There he went again with his meta humor. “But I do tire of editing these.” It was true. He often had to go over them three times to catch everything, and even then, some typos still leaked through the cracks.

“I wonder if I know anyone who’d be willing to be my editor.” He switched tabs to his FA homepage and checked the number of views and favs. “Perhaps I’ve reached the point where I can have an editor now… But who?”

Suddenly, a ping on Discord drew him out of his thoughts. “Oh, Puro.” He clicked the notification and read the DM.

assgoredreemurr   3:07 AM
Oh hey, you’re up early

fitzjolt   3:07 AM
Yeah, I was finishing a story

assgoredreemurr   3:07 AM
Ah
What is it?
That weird isekai story?
or the one for your fiancee?

fitzjolt   3:08 AM
Oh no, those were done a while ago.
This is the one about Circuit, that blue and yellow fox I like, being kidnapped by a scientist and fucked by a scolipede.

assgoredreemurr   3:08 AM
OHHH
Link?
I wanna see

fitzjolt   3:08 AM
I forget you’re into that

Barty linked him to the story and waited for him to comment further. All the while he popped on his headphones and leaned back. Minutes later, Puro got back to him.

assgoredreemurr   3:25 AM
Just read it
I loved how Bruno just went IN on her
And how shameless Circuit was through the whole thing
That was great XD
Beatrice’s reaction to that was priceless

fitzjolt   3:26 AM
I gooned so hard to that
Circuit loved it too
Find any typos that I missed?

assgoredreemurr   3:26 AM
Well
Before I say anything, I hope this doesn’t come off as mean
I just think a few phrases got repeated too many times, but, easy fix right?
At least I hope so-

fitzjolt   3:27 AM
Like what?

assgoredreemurr   3:27 AM
Well
It’s not necessarily a bad thing
But, just in my opinion, and you can take it or leave it
Um
Well...

Barty knew that Puro had the gift for spotting these things. Admittedly, he was awful at missing typos and had favorite phrases he liked to use to describe things, sometimes too often. He had been thinking about finding an editor for these sorts of things. Perhaps this was his golden opportunity. “Let’s work some smut fiction magic.” He rubbed his hands together and chuckled. Returning to the keyboard, he flew by the seat of his pants, just as he wrote his stories.

fitzjolt   3:28 AM
I have an idea then…

Barty snapped his fingers. In his literary universe, he could do anything he desired. A wooden door flashed into existence on the eastern wall of his office. A commotion was resounding from behind it, a muffled excitement. “Let’s see what I can do with this, then.” Barty stood from his cushioned office chair and stepped away from his oak desk, taking his headphones off. “Let’s see how he reacts.” Opening the door, I descended the instantly formed stairs that weren’t there before. The carpet on the descending stairs felt good against his bare feet, even if they were soaked with sweat from his eight-hour writing session.

“WHERE AM I?!?!” A submissive voice shouted in the newly formed basement. “Why does this look like my… OH MY GOD I’M-” Joy filled the voice as he descended. “Ohmygoshohmyoshohmygosh!” He could sense the elation spilling from the base of the stairs and washing over him like a heatwave spilling over you as you leave your nicely air-conditioned house in the summer.

“Assgore?” Barty called out as he reached the bottom. “Or should I say, Puro?” He turned around the corner of the staircase and entered the finished yet unfurnished basement. The blue, white, and green speckled carpet accented the light blue painted drywall.

A spiralling Puro was in the center of the basement, on his knees and feeling up his body. He turned to face the large otter approaching, and blushed. “Who are you?!”

“You should know me, Puro,” Barty cooed teasingly. “You don’t recognize fitzjolt when you see him?” Puro blushed, his white eyes going wide. “Your Daddy? Your boyfriend?” Puro covered his face and squealed.

Puro shot to his gooey feet. “I didn’t know you were an otter!” Puro shouted, wrapping his arms around Barty and taking in his manly musk, the white shirt that covered his beergut stained with little sweat stains and unmistakable blobs of cum from gooning while at his desk. The smells were pungent, penetrating his new, powerful nose. “Am I dreaming?”

Barty ran his hands across Puro’s gooey head. “Not at all. I’ve brought you here to edit my works, as I can see you enjoy them so much.”

This brought Puro out of his submissive funk. “But… I don’t know if I can… I mean, I love your stories, especially the ones with, uhm…” he resisted the urge to finish his sentence.

“Oh, I already know,” Barty said, caressing the gooey chin of his little Puro. “And you’ve always said we should meet up sometime. What better place than in between the pages?” He leaned in closer, channeling how he always wrote Ember. Seductive and dominant. “And you can do anything you want here.” He pointed to the right of the sliding door, where a fridge appeared with a poof. “There’s a fridge with all the food you could ever want.”

The shining black metal box opened itself and revealed bags of cheese, fresh tomatoes, onions, and mayonnaise, as well as blueberries, strawberries, and even peaches. The freezer was full of breakfast burritos, pizza rolls, and ice pops. And the wooden shelf to the right of that had been stocked with can after can of tuna, chicken salad, and hearty soup, in addition to a pile of ramen noodle packets.

“I know these are your favorites. I know everything about you.”

Blankets poofed into existence, draped against the walls. Various wolf designs, a special Napstablook design, a doctor who blanket, a Star Wars blanket, tie-dye, red snowflakes, autumn nature, sunburnt black, and glow-in-the-dark stars designs all lined the walls. A cozy, twin-sized bed appeared in the corner, with one large white bear stuffie and another cat-shark stuffie waiting for cuddles, along with a few other smaller ones.

Even the laundry baskets were in the right place, just to the left of Puro’s computer desk, which had been thrown together haphazardly using a metal rack and extension boards for a dining room table that had long since been thrown in a dumpster. The desk came ready with large studio speakers and plenty of memorabilia collected from over the years, and had its keyboard and mouse on a separate table just in front of it. A comfy chair sat at the ready for Puro to relax in as he worked.

Best of all? The computer itself ran on open-source software.

“See? Just like home.”

Puro struggled to accept it. Even with all the amenities of home, something about the new environment kept him from allowing himself to relax. “I don’t know, Fitz. I-”

“Ah, ah,” he placed a hand over his lips. “Fitz isn’t here. Barty is. Daddy Barty is here to make you feel comfortable. You’ll edit my stories with all the comforts of home.”

“B-B-B-Barty, I-”

“Oh, I know what you want.” He gingerly pushed Puro to his back. “I know what you’re biggest kink is.” He lifted his foot and held it above Puro’s face. The many compressed beans on his feet, just underneath his toes and claws, were sweaty, glistening in the light from the sliding glass door. “You get to lick these beans every day if you edit my work, good boy.”

Puro’s white eyes went as wide as dinner plates. He grasped his foot with his hands and brought it closer, licking it with his gooey tongue. Whining with joy, he tasted his sweat, savoring the potent, aged secretions, smelling of finely aged parmesan cheese. “I know you enjoy musk as well,” Barty teased, resisting the urge to laugh. Puro’s tongue was tickling him so immensely that he could barely restrain his smile, holding it within a thin-lipped expression, trying to keep his dominant status intact.

Puro could barely resist the urge to shove Barty’s foot into his mouth, wanting to taste the very source of the salty sweat that coated his mouth, seeping into his gooey body. Barty saw this as Puro’s long tongue wrapped around his toes, tasting every inch available. He allowed Puro to indulge, his foot entering his mouth completely, the gooey maw stretching to make room for his potent appendage. It was utter bliss for him. “You’re so greedy,” Barty said, staring at him with matching greedy eyes. He was resisting the urge to pick him up and shove his cock into his gooey asshole right there and now, but he needed to convince the boy to stay here and work for him. Pulling his foot from Puro’s mouth he moved down his body, lathering his jet black cock with his goo covered foot. It was almost like fucking Ember with all the goo he had. However, he had yet to have a night with her, knowing full well, that an author’s self-insert sona fucking one of their other sonas was cringe and needed the proper circumstances.

“Oh my god!” Puro shouted as Barty lathered up his cock with his gooey beans. “Daddy! Let me cum!”

“Only if you become my editor, you gooey beanslut,” Barty shot back with smugness. There was no question. Puro nodded frantically and made subby little noises, unable to answer fully. “That’s a good boy,” Barty said, making him moan, edging him in more ways than one. “You’re a subby little boy for Daddy, aren’t you? Such an obedient, gooey, editor boy.” He dug his foot deeper into Puro’s cock, feeling the throbbing dick against his beans. “Now, cum for me, you bean slut.”

Puro’s voice was breathy and strained. “HaaaaahaaaaahaaaaHOOOOOOOOO!” Cum spewed from his tip like it had been clogged for weeks, flying all the way up to his white mask and nearly dripping into his eyes. Cum stained Barty’s foot as he continued to grind and milk the dick for everything that was within it.

“You’ve made my foot dirty, boy,” Barty teased. “Why don’t you clean it up?” He held his foot only an inch above Puro’s maw. Without words, Puro licked the cum from Barty’s foot, savoring his own flavors.

“Now, I’ll have a story for you to edit within a few minutes. Get to work when you can.” Barty said as he started walking toward the stairs.

“The scolipede one?” Puro asked breathily, supporting himself against the carpeted floor with his elbows.

“No, this one,” Barty smirked. Puro’s jaw dropped in confusion. What did he mean? “Don’t overthink it, Puro.”
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