Tired puppy Dennis, really he doesn't have anything to be tired about. Spending most of his day napping and being fucked by his owners. Yawning as Jack pulls him into the man's lap, pulling down Dennis's underwear. Using his puppy as needed while Dennis squirms and yips. Licking at his owners neck and shoulder lazily as his cunt gets pumped full.
Sometimes if Dennis is really lucky Robby will come home early and play with him while he still fuzzy brained. Laying dennis down gently as jack runs a hand through curls. Dennis usually comes first on these days, leaving robby aching and hard. Meaning the sleepy pup gets laid down on the bed. Owners touching each other lazily until they both cum.
Dennis is so tuckered out he can do nothing but suckle softly on his owners dick now soft but covered in his favourite treat.
1. Yes I think tgirls should be allowed and even encouraged to transition. And while it is true to say that you don't necessarily need to do certain physical changes to call yourself a girl, often times this sentiment is shared to downplay the importance of transition and even coerce girls away from it. So I think its vital to actively support, encourage, and assist in full medical and physical transition instead of mere platitudes of "you dont have to transition to be heckin valid!"
2. That said holy FUCK would it kill you to be normal about girls with dicks?
In order to be properly non-pedophilic you have to want to fuck somebody old but not with gray or white hair because that's too close to blonde which as we've established is the hair color of children. So ideally somebody old as fuck but bald. And obviously wanting to have sex with a man is misogynistic so it has to be a woman. And it can't be a white woman because that would be racist and it can't be a woman of color because that would be fetishistic, so ideally a woman with some unnatural skin color, oh let's say, purple. But it can't be an alien, because we don't know anything about alien life cycles so it could be an alien child or an alien that looks like a child. So it has to be an animal from Earth, but obviously one of human level intelligence that can communicate is otherwise that would be bestiality. So an old purple female animal that can speak English. I think the only creature you can be hot for is the Ant Queen from A Bug's Life.
[steals your baby immediately after his birth][raises him][trains him in the ways of an ancient martial art invented by cormorant fishers in 700 ad for 13 years][enters him in a tournament][he loses in 4 rounds] ok whatever. you can have him back
ok thanks [gives him estrogen][treats her like a human][helps her learn her worth][she knows now she can be whatever she wants][suddenly she wants to be world champion][enters her in a tournament][she wins in the first round but is immediately disqualified for male advantage (its coed)]
"Consensual, but still weird" is underrated in toxic freaky shipping world. There are many ways you can make it weird while still having everyone agree to it
a ton of people have unexpectedly followed me over the last 2 days so here is my rent-lowering gunshot:
the american south is the most racially diverse and poorest region of the united states, and any political sentiment that treats the south is stupid or expendable is inherently racist and classist. a lot of y'all are racist and classist. the south is also the heart of american culture. argue with a wall. you cannot deny that everybody in the entire world does not emulate artists from atlanta. there is vested interest in keeping the south poor and uneducated BECAUSE this is the most racially diverse region in this country. if you actually give a fuck about progress, you would fight for the south, not mock us.
trying to search for like the one thing that treats us like any other girl for once!! only to be met with a reminder that we are considered a porn category first. it makes me so very sad and upset.
imagining a world like this is the first step in making it real. i want to see a world like this become real in my lifetime because tgirls deserve to be girls when they are young.
Mmmmm studding (aka omegaverse forcemasc) and make it Rabbot
Robby is the prettiest omega on campus and for his alpha he picks Jack. Which is controversial because Jack is also an omega.
Not that he wants to be. He’s been beating back those expectations with a stick for as long as he can remember, and to his mother’s dismay, Jack has always been very open about the fact that he would never mate an alpha.
He’ll admit, he’s not quite where he wants to be. He’s happy with his general appearance, and the soap he spends too much money on to cover his sugary scent with something more wooden. Ideally, he’d like to gain about 30lbs worth of muscle, but he’s not stupid enough to turn down the most perfect omega he’s ever laid eyes on. Especially not when said omega could help push him along.
Jack does all the things modern alpha’s have left behind. He holds open every door, pays for everything, and even has the privilege of putting Robby’s shoes on for him. He kisses Robby’s knee and admires his beauty from below.
When Robby deems his behavior to his standard, Jack gets to eat him out or finger hypnotizing noises out of him. On one particularly good night, Robby sucks Jack’s little omega dick until he cums and licks up the mess Jack leaves behind on the chair.
“Can’t wait for this thing to actually work,” Robby says. Jack agrees.
When Robby’s heat arrives, Jack is like a man gone mad. He never lets his omega want for anything. Robby is fed, washed, and satisfied before he can ask for it. He takes Jack’s fake knot beautifully and mutters about needing the real thing.
It flares something in Jack’s chest. “I’ll give it to you,” he says. “It’ll grow and I’m going to keep you bred. No one is going to remember what your stomach looks like flat.”
That alone wrings another orgasm out of Robby.
As a reward, he lets Jack fuck him with his cocklet. Embarrassingly, “fuck” is a bit of a stretch. Jack ends up grinding his hips against Robby’s pussy until he cums and then eating him out again.
Robby wraps himself around Jack’s chest and plays with his soft dick. “Don’t worry.” He kisses the underside of Jack’s jaw. “I think it’s already growing.”
Jack’s chest puffs with pride and he pulls his omega closer.
A few weeks later, Jack’s (hopefully last) heat arrives. He wears special underwear that only allows his dick to show and no matter what he pleads for, Robby refuses to touch him where he needs it most.
“I’m not gay,” he says. “I’m not interested in touching another omega. Where’s my alpha?”
“Right— right here,” Jack pants. “Sorry. I don’t know what I’m saying. I don’t mean it.”
“I know you don’t,” Robby coos. “Don’t worry, Alpha. I’ll take care of your rut.”
For the first time, the sound that comes from Jack is distinctly more growl than purr. Robby beams and does his best to ride Jack’s dick.
It isn’t easy, given the unfortunate lack of length, but it feels so so good. Jack is moaning and growling, gripping harsh bruises into his omegas hips and biting large hickeys over his shoulders.
By the last day, his cock has tripled in size and he can mount Robby properly. He’s perfect. Blissed out, drooling on the pillow, leaking around Jack. His knot still hasn’t formed, so Jack shoves two fingers in alongside his dick when he releases, and Robby squirts at the sensation.
Jack wants to eat Robby out again, taste his real release inside his omega for the first time, but Robby refuses.
“It’s mine,” he pouts. “You said you were going to breed me.”
“I am,” Jack promises. His body isn’t quite there yet, but they’re a bit too young for pups anyway, regardless Jack relishes in the thought of him having a real chance at getting Robby pregnant.
They wait for Jack’s “knot” to go down, afterward Robby licks the mess off Jack’s cock.
“Only a few more cycles,” he murmurs, kissing the tip. “Then you’ll be ready to mate me.”
“I’m ready now,” Jack growls. He loves the way it rumbles in his chest. He cards his fingers through Robby’s soft hair. “It’s my body that’s playing catch up.”
Robby kisses him and deliciously tastes like both of them. “That’s my perfect alpha.”
The rumble returns. “Yeah.” Jack nips Robby’s bottom lip. “I’m your alpha.”
Robby isn't used to this—his Omega crying out in pain from relentless cramping and all he can do is provide a warm weight to snuggle into. Denny has said he's tried everything on the market to mitigate his pain but everyone keeps saying the same thing, you just have to deal with it.
Of course he thinks that's utter bullshit and his sweet boy shouldn't be subjected to such divine punishment that can't be resolved by modern medicine. It feels like he's failing as a doctor, as a mate. But as soon as he starts to wallow in his own self doubt, Dennis’ keens are quick to change his scent to a more subdued worry.
Jack is used to this. His wife has a similar problem, so he grew to know all the tiny improvements in how he could make the struggles easier on her body. Peppermint extract, ginger tea, massaging her calves.
Robby feels a slight jealousy towards his husband when he demonstrates such a valuable upper hand, but is quickly discarded when their effects on Dennis only aid him.
He may have had to survive such distressing cycles on his own, but his two Alpha's are determined to ease his pain into nonexistence.
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