Name: Junko.
Gender: Female.
Sexual orientation: Straight (Willing to experiment.)
Mate: Single and polygamous.
Age: Old enough.
Height: 6'4" - 12' at the shoulder 12'4"' - 24' on her hind legs. (Varies depending diet, can grow exponentially larger if she consumes enough food. Exceeding 36' at the shoulder last recorded)
Birth place: Somewhere between the Blue Ridge mountains the Piedmont region in North Carolina, U.S
Occupation: Tattoo artist, music critic and professional dumpster diver, Raccoon queen, Undisputed burger eating champion
Weight: ..Heavy, and she doesn't care how heavy she gets.
Moral, personality and General info:
In this world of anthros, humans and ferals, some sapient most not; Sapient ferals often have longer lifespans in
comparison to their more feral brethren. Anthros and human’s after a prehistoric age of conflict learned to coexist
and after those same anthro’s taught man how to understand most sapient animals. Jump a few centuries and
we’re met with a middle aged tattoo artist closing up his shop and ready to conclude his day, his routine was
interrupted by several loud crashes behind the building, baseball bat in one hand and a flash light in the other he
went out to investigate.
His ears were met with the subtle rattling and rummaging of tin trash cans and bags, he turned on and scanned
his light across the area and bear witnessed to a row of beady little glowing eyes, all from raccoons and a few
opossums, he rolled his eyes feeling embarrassed from his paranoia and banged a dumpster with his bat to
scatter the party, as he turned to leave his ear twitched to sound of awfully loud chatters and chirps, followed
by scratches and bangs. He turned back, eyes widened to the sight of an almost four foot tall raccoon shuffling
with a bin stuck around it's abdomen.
Absolutely shocked he dropped the bat and stepped back, watching the poor coon thrash and wiggle about,
after a minute to capture his bearings, he began to recall his old high school biology classes, remembering
that instances of abnormally large ferals are possible, he began to sympathize for the trapped "little" animal
and careful approached the chunky coon, grabbing the bin and slowly popping it off it's body. "Hey hey, easy..er..girl,
your free now, scamper off to your family."
The raccoon shook it's head and paused to look at it's savoir, a rather tall, ink covered biker,
tattoo artist. She sat still, eyes shimmering in the dim alley lights, and let out a few thankful chirps. "Heh..your not
so bad, I think I'll call you Junko, come around tomorrow and I'll have a hotdog for ya."
Then so she did just that, returning every chance she could, keeping the tattoo artist company and making good
use of any lunch scraps he couldn't clear during the day, one day while he was rambling to her, assuming she
couldn't understand a thing, she replied, in a broken, chirp filled dialect "You talk a lot." surprising him further.
Long story short, she got smarter the closer they grew together and as she aged and gotten larger, her
understanding for modern society improved. Eventually he decided to let her in his tattoo shop, gave her a much
needed bath with the mop sink and surprised Junko with a little home to call her own in the back of the tattoo shop.

Months past and she developed a lot of her taste for rock and metal music, appreciation for the arts and tattoo work
while under the supervision of the tattoo artist, he gave her clothes, a collar and purse to stow away any particularly
valuable items she got her kleptomaniac hands on, a dictionary to practice her speech and freedom to roam wild
and thief at her leisure, often dumpster diving or snatching a nifty pair of sunglasses. One day, Junko found herself
curiously shuffling through the tattoo artist's art supplies and she began to scribble on a piece of paper, drawing
what seemed to be messy still of her bedding and corner of the shop. She presented it to him and expressed her
desire to one day be able to draw as vibrantly and professionally as him, perhaps maybe be even be able to perform
tattoos on people, So as the time went on, she made it a goal for herself to devote several hour of her days
learning the craft through online means and picking up on a few lessons from the tattooist himself. During that
time she picked up quite the reputation for herself and the tattoo shop became very distinguishable for it's
mascot raccoon, eventually the artist finally entrusted her to wield a pen machine and put her to work on a slab
of pig flesh, creating a fairly impressive tattoo for her first time, the lines were a bit shaky due to nervousness,
and she beat herself up some..but after going through enough haunches of pork she eventually pulled off a stellar
ink job. He might have even found himself an assistant, and possibly a predecessor, he aptly renamed the shop
"Bandit Inks" out of popular request by the customers and to celebrate Junko acheving her goal of becoming a
fine artist.
Junko is easy going and likes to take life at the same pace as she runs, not very fast, but with purposeful strides
and stomps, If she wants something, she'll often just take it, and has the tendencies of a kleptomaniac, but get
on her good side and she'll ask for things. She's simple, caring and has her goals, being the best tattoo artist on
four legs, making sure none of the raccoons in her neighborhood go hungry and satiating her own hunger.

Etc: She often travels on her own and discovers new locations,
making somewhat of a name for herself as a mostly docile giant raccoon
anaomly, but being around her when she's hungry or angry can be
quite risky, she won't hesitate in swallowing up a person if the opportunity is ripe or
if someone gets on her nerves, just tell the gang of alley punks that tried to kick one of her
little raccoon friends, well you can't, their piles of shit now. Her stomach is
extremely resilient and can handle whatever she puts in her, once
she's stuffed herself to the limit, she grows, and a new limit is
desired. She has learned to restrain herself a bit since eating folk
can get problematic, and she doesn't want to be towering constantly, only for the reason
that it makes it difficult to enter buildings. She often quells her appetite and makes a
quick buck by performing food challenges and waddling home
with cash prizes. Her gut doesn't all consist of fat, due to frequent
gorging and rapid indulging in various foods her digestive system
increased in size to accommodate the intake thus making here gut
both big internally and externally. She's able to decipher human speech, speak it relatively well
and can write with the same competence as a highschool senior (She has a very appealing penmanship).
Junko can communicate with other feral animals and educate them if she so pleases, the local raccoons in the
region are incredibly smart thanks to her and no longer lack many predators. She has impeccable eyesight, which is
why she's able to perform precision work like tattooing with ease.

Likes: Junk food, Eating/Stuffing, Snowy days, Rock, Doom/Sludge metal, Tattoos, Petty thievery,
Rough play, Plushies, Typical raccoon antics, The occasional slobbish behavior, Traveling, Meeting her fellow bandits

Dislikes: Hot weather, Snobbish people, People that let their authority go over their heads, Dogs
(Has a slight phobia from her younger days.), Being mistaken for a male.

Sexual info:
Vagina: Anatomically correct or humanoid vagina, very durable in stretch and capacity.
Anus: Just as fuck-able and a bit tighter than her pussy. Can be quite large
due to accommodating an enlarged digestive tract. (Anus and vagina are of a
relatively equal size)
Ejaculate: Arrives to multiple climaxes that puddle into liters to gallons worth of transparent lube like pussy juice.
Tongue: Very long, and messy.
Role in sex: Prefers to power dom, due to often being larger than her partners but if someone bigger than her somehow comes her way, she loves to take the submissive roll and doesn't mind getting roughed up some, she loves being tossed and wrestled on the bed, getting her multiple nipples twisted and tummy rubbed.
Etc: She loves to eat and enjoys a good stuffing, she tends to get a bit feisty when nearing her climaxes and might scratch or love bite it's something she needs to be trained out off, usually a muzzle helps, she doesn't stray from bondage or kinkier sex.