Imagine Someone Drugging Their Cock...

Little girls? Puppies? Whats the difference really? Can't use the potty, can't use adult words, needy, crawling, need to be kept in a crib/cage, humping everything, toys...

i think in the end furries will always win. in whatever time it takes i think people are going to realize anthropomorphism is so deeply ingrained in us as creatures that to even invent a hatred of the concept to begin with is like hating the concept of telling stories or singing or dancing

what if submissive obsessive stalker bf

my sadism extends to people with low confidence i love breaking your entire worldview of yourself as undeserving of this or that i love just not playing by the rules your trauma made you internalize it makes me feel like some eldritch creature dominating a tiny mortal i fucking love those little whines when i so eloquently deconstruct your reasoning as to why you don’t deserve respect or courtesy

Hiiii you don't mind me teasing your nipples while we talk right? Thanks, I knew you'd be cool! Go on, keep talking, I'm listening. What's wrong? You're getting all shaky and breathless. Yeah, don't mind me, I'm just fidgety, can't help it lol. C'mon, I'm barely touching you, can't you keep your head on straight? Oh, you're really dripping down there! Wow, are you literally wet through your clothes? Hold on, I wanna feel. Holy shit, you're soaked. What was that? Finish your sentence. Literally, I'm not even under your clothes, just say what you were thinking! Geez, you're a mess! Do you need to take a little break? No? You want me to keep going? :3

cant stop thinking about being a predator at the mercy of prey.

muzzled, hands roughly tied behind my back, remote controlled vibe pressed up against my cock that the prey can control. choke collar chained to the wall down low near the floor so that i'm forced to sit, trying to stand up or get at the prey causes me to suffocate myself.

they're still clearly terrified of me, but the intoxicating power starts to get to their head. they start out at a safe distance, raising and lowering the vibrations and watching me pull at the restraints with snarls low in my throat. eventually they'll start to develop a good rhythm and i'll start to be more focused on the blood rushing between my legs. my single minded predator's focus will start to blur at the edges and lose clarity. i'm still growling, but there's a note of desperation and breathlessness that wasn't there before.

maybe seeing me start to subtly hump upward emboldens them even further. getting closer, reaching out a tentative hand and skittering fingers up my sole. maybe my bark of laughter would cause them to jump and scramble away, thinking i had finally gotten free and now i was coming for them. or, maybe, their eyes light up as they take in the sight of the very thing that they were terrified of huffing and squirming and visibly weakening under their influence. despite guttural growls of i'll fucking kill you, when i get my hands on you i swear to fucking god, i'm going to tear you to pieces as soon as i get out, theres nothing really stopping them from reaching out and roughly scraping their nails across the ball of my foot. if they did, they'd be rewarded with laughter that betrays just how badly that's turning me on. they can stay there to get moans interspersed with the giggles, or of they're feeling really bold they can venture upwards to my armpits...

knowing that if i was out of restraints they would be helpless to stop me from doing whatever i pleased, that they're so much subbier and still unraveling me, that they're torturing me as revenge for every ounce of fear predators have put into them, that they're going to seize this opportunity to the fullest because it may never happen again.

knowing that when i do eventually get out of this i am going to eat. them. alive.

having fun and playing and giggling and running around in a circle and playing patty cake and drawing in the woodchips together and jumping as far as we can off the swings and splashing each other with water and picking up big sticks and playing swordfight and throwing rocks farther than each other and skipping rocks on the water and trying to run faster than each other and playing hide and seek and

sex that's like holding down an overly anxious rabbit at the vet so it doesn't accidentally kick you while you're giving it a shot.

scruffy puppygirl who you liked the vibe of so you invited her to hang with you then at the end of the day she didn’t have anywhere to go so she just kinda followed you home

she never picked out a name she liked and she hates her old name but her collar just reads “STRAY” so you can call her that if you want. she’s never had an owner before so she doesn’t really know how this works

she’s kinda hungry. no it’s fine, she’s not picky, she’ll eat whatever you want to have. yeah, she does like pizza, actually, thank you!

she feels bad for taking up space in your house, she knows it’s kinda small and you don’t have a spare bedroom but the couch is ok and- your bed?? really? are you sure? she doesn’t want to be a bother but if you insist

your bed is so comfortable, and your hands- no no keep petting her! if you don’t mind of course. it’s kinda nice… would it be ok if she kissed you? maybe just a lil cheek kiss? you’ve been so nice to her…

I love it/its pronouns....not even exclusively in an objectification way. in a creature way. in a nonhuman way. in a beloved heirloom way.