New sona. Its name is Pudding. :3
Spicy version under the cut.
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New sona. Its name is Pudding. :3
Spicy version under the cut.
A muzzle is a form of chastity if you really think about it...
Denying you the taste of me... Refusing to let you show me how bad you want it, or demonstrate how good you can make me feel. So close, yet so far. Teasing your lips with my fingers, but preventing you from feeling me in your mouth. Tantalizingly just out of reach of your tongue, reducing you to a begging dog who can barely think.
Or maybe I'm protecting your chaste, untouched mouth. You're begging me to fuck your throat instead but I could never dirty your beautiful lips. Laughing at you as you try so hard to use your mouth to please me just to stop me from fucking you senseless, but the bars prevent you from even making contact. See? It's useless to try. Now roll over and present for me so we can keep your darling face clean.
breaking out the vodka to celebrate an engineering breakthrough
Telepath whose egg cracks because she reads another girl's mind and gets overwhelmed by how much she wants to keep feeling and thinking the same way as that girl all the time, so she keeps reading her thoughts to see her upcoming plans, daily routines, how she likes to spend her time, and then starts secretly following her to better memorize it all and get used to going to the same places. She buys all of the same clothes as her and tries to read or guess which outfit she's going to wear on what day, even buys a wig to match her hair better since growing her own out would take too long. The first time she looks in the mirror after weeks, maybe a month or two of this, she realizes her facial features are closer to her muse's than she thought, far too early for her DIY estradiol to have taken effect. Before long cashiers at the other girl's most frequented shops are calling her that girl's name or asking if she wants "the usual" when they see her enter. It's euphoric. It's comfortable. A little too comfortable. She grows both bolder and more complacent, until one day while in line at a coffee shop, she reads a jolt of confusion in the barista's mind and watches him look past her, then directly at her, back and forth twice. Her stomach drops and she turns around. The glass of the door resembled a mirror for a split second before opening, and her picture-perfect reflection -- or rather, the one she herself was a reflection of -- walks through the door and proceeds past the line straight toward her. The telepath starts stuttering, dozens of excuses bubbling up and dying on her tongue, not noticing the other's smile until suddenly arms are thrown around her, warmly and snugly. She freezes, hears her muse laugh and ask the barista, "Come on, you really couldn't tell me and my sister apart?" and simultaneously feels a voice in her mind, one she's been hearing for all these months that sounds almost exactly like her own, as it whispers, Pretty little thing, aren't you so much happier now?
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hey now, let me set the record straight: i'm a very good girl! i wouldn't ever do this on purpose! but, if it did happen by genuine mistake, i might look at him with the most adorable, desperate puppy dog eyes i can muster and beg him to let me keep going.
“Shes friendly” is the last thing I hear before getting pounced on by another puppygirl and bitten over and over and over and over
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