I Cannot Get Enough Of Your All The Way Through Content, Would You Ever Write More? Like Maybe Being

No I will not

You can take it along with my testicles

Hahaha~ What's the matter sweetie~? Forgot how to use your big words? Go on. Try it. Try to say anything at all. Puppy whines and barks aren't words silly~ Mmm, you know, I wasn't even sure that would work. All those videos I had sent you. Thought it might've just been a hoax, some scam. But...they kept your interest, and you never seemed to notice how captivated you were by those spirals. It was adorable. With the first few, you just kind of zoned out. Stared at your screen, unblinking, not even hearing anything I said. After a while, you even started to drool. Always excusing it as you just getting distracted or losing track of time when you got out of it. It wasn't long before you started to mouth along with the videos, repeating your mantras "I'm a good puppy", "Puppies don't need to think", "Dumb puppies are good puppies". I wanted to play with you right then and there, but I couldn't risk interrupting the trance. You won't believe how hard it was to resist that urge~ When you started humping...mmm, it was so frustrating holding back. I found a nice middle ground though. I'd hold your phone for you as you ground against my leg. Oh, you should've seen yourself. Looked like such a pathetic mutt, whimpering and whining as you rubbed yourself silly, drooling down your body, unable to tear your eyes away~ Now look at you sweetie. All finished up with your videos, and you've gone and forgotten how to talk, how to walk, how to be a person. After all, puppies don't need to know all that nonsense. It would've just taken up space in your head and confused you. And we wouldn't want that, would we~? So, who's my pretty little puppy~?

Spooky Season -Werewolf anon

After the trauma of birthing my litter of... pups... alone... two months ago, I spent hours hunting down my one night stand, needing answers. It wasn't as difficult as I expected, turns out he was looking for me, too. We meet behind the bar we met in, at his request. He asked about 'The kids' as soon as he saw me.. He knew?? How? His grin is unsettling, and he nods in approval when informed that he's the father of four healthy werepups, and I get the gut feeling that he must have actually planned to knock me up. I carefully broach the subject of support, and the fact that I have no idea how to raise kids, let alone babies that spend a weekend a month feisty and covered in fur. He agrees to support me and the babies financially as well as he can, but has no interest in the fatherhood part, on one condition: that I sleep with him at least once every six months, no condom, one to two days before the full moon.

Hello, Werewolf Anon! Are you the same anon who wrote about the one-night stand with a guy who's secretly a werewolf, who shockingly gave birth to 4-6 werewolf pups one night during a full moon? If not, that's totally cool, but I'm realizing now that I cannot find that particular post anywhere on the blog and I'm wondering if Tumblr ate it.

Sigh. Goddammit, Tumblr. Let me know if that's the case and I'll get it reposted.

Finding out that you've most likely been purposefully bred is one thing. Finding out that he's eager to keep doing it? That's gotta be something else entirely. He knows that you'll need his support to help raise all of those babies, and he's backed you into a corner-- you'll take his cock raw on a monthly basis, or you'll have to figure out how to make ends meet with four hungry mouths to feed.

But is it really that much of a hardship? You can't help but recall how incredible it felt when he fucked you, pounding you in ways that left you begging and screaming for more throughout that fateful night. One evening of incredible sex a month to leave you and your kids in relative financial comfort seems like a small price to pay. And while getting crammed full of seed once every 30 days might be playing a dangerous game of Russian roulette with your ovaries, you probably won't get pregnant again.

Right?

(A Spooky Season response.)

Yes yes yes hurry up and give it to me!!!!!

i wanna be cocky n confident on here, talking about how much i can take in my holes n all the things i want done to me

only for someone to come and grab me, throw me in their trunk and keep me as their little toy. explaining to me, as soon as you have me tied up with no where to go, that not only did i ask for all of this. not only did i beg and plead for someone to treat me this way. but that they’re going to do all of the depraved and terrible things i posted about. they’re going to push my limits far beyond what i can take, all because i had to go be a little whore who acted like they could handle more than they’re actually capable of

and if i whine and complain even once? if i try to say i can’t take it? you’ll just make it worse and worse and worse until i realize it’s never going to stop. until i’m so far gone and broken that i’ll start begging on my knees for all the things i know i can’t handle. because i know the alternative is inevitably far, far more unpleasant.

All I Want for Christmas

Kevin stared out the window as the first snow of the season gently fell to the ground. It was late, and he’d just gotten back from another awkward holiday gathering at work. Everyone else was coupled up, while he was… well, alone.

“All I want is someone,” he muttered, his breath fogging the glass. “A hot girl to show up at my apartment. So I don’t have to be alone at Christmas. Am maybe I can get laid for once. Is that too much to ask?”

The snow thickened, a sudden gust of wind howled outside. Kevin turned away from the window. Then it hit him. A sharp, pulsing sensation coursed through his entire body. “What the hell?” he gasped, doubling over as warmth radiated outward from his chest, his limbs, everywhere.

His hands clutched his torso, fingers pressing against his sides as his waist began to narrow, his hips spreading in response. “No… no, no, no!” he cried, stumbling toward the mirror in the hallway. His body shifting with every passing second.

His chest pushed forward, soft, full mounds growing beneath his shirt as the fabric stretched, then strained. His shoulders softened, his arms slimmed, the hair on his body disappeared.

Kevin tried to speak, but his voice cracked, climbing in pitch until it was high and unfamiliar. “This… isn’t… happening…” he whispered, his new voice sultry and undeniably feminine.

His stared at his reflection. His hair, once short and unkempt, fell around his shoulders. His face, was unrecognizable, with full lips and bright, wide eyes.

His clothing wasn’t spared either. His jeans tightened, morphing into a form-fitting red velvet skirt, while his shirt melded into a festive, cleavage-revealing Santa top. A fluffy red hat appeared atop his head, completing the look.

Kevin took an unsteady step back, his breathing shallow as he stared at the beautiful, curvaceous woman in the mirror. “I look like some kind of Christmas slut.”

But even as panic gripped him, a new feeling began to form in his mind. He couldn’t deny the thoughts his reflection gave him. She was gorgeous.

I’m gorgeous.

“Wait. No.  That’s not right,” He clutched at his head, trying to push away the thoughts.

Yet, as he stumbled back onto the couch, his hands roamed his new body instinctively, fingertips brushing against the soft curves of his hips, his thighs, his chest. A low, involuntary moan escaped his lips.

“Stop it, Kevin,” he muttered, though the words felt hollow. The way his body reacted, the way the warmth built with every touch.  It was overwhelming.

His thoughts started to shift, small whispers at first. You’re so sexy… they teased. Why not enjoy it? Why not have some fun?

“No! I—I just need to figure out how to fix this.”

But then another thought crept in, more insistent. Fix it? Why would you want to? Look at yourself… men would fall all over you. You can get laid. Just like your wish.

A shiver ran down his spine. Men. The idea sent a strange thrill through him, and his mind immediately conjured an image of someone.

Josh.

Kevin froze, his heart racing. Josh, his roommate, with his stupidly perfect smile, his easygoing confidence, his broad shoulders.

“No… I’m not… I don’t…” But the denial was half-hearted now, drowned out by the sensations of his new body.

She…Kevin…stood, swaying slightly as she caught sight of her reflection again. Her lips parted in a sultry smile, unbidden but intoxicating. Josh would love this…

Her pulse quickened at the thought of him seeing her like this, touching her, wanting her. She crossed the room, her hips swaying with every step, and leaned against the doorframe, staring at the clock.

Josh was due back any minute.

The jingle of keys at the door sent her heart into a frenzy. A wave of excitement and anticipation washed over her.

The lock clicked.

The door creaked open.

“Josh…” she whispered, “Come and get your present. It’s under the tree.”