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Did you know?
Dollgirls can make excellent squeaky toys for understimulated puppygirls! Just be sure that playtime is always supervised if you have an excitable dog, you wouldn't want her to break her toys!
[Mora] Empty Spaces feels like its in such a weird place to engage with right now. it like... EXPLODED really rapidly but then burnt down to a simmer as some of the foundational posters dropped out or moved on and the community grew too large and diffuse to keep track of, and THEN twitter started hemorrhaging people who fled all over the place. so the community got scattered across like... what, at least five sites?
it's very strange.
I've seen some people say that ES "isn't really a thing anymore", that it's disingenuous to tag stuff like the recent spate of mechposting as Empty Spaces, but I don't think I agree? some of the mechposting feels more like classic combat doll posting than a lot of dollposting on twitter does these days.
I think, personally, that so long as people keep writing about weird traumatized girlthings through varyingly-fictionalized lenses, there'll still be Empty Spaces content getting made in some sense.
it's sad that it's not the same as it was at the beginning, but I'm gradually becoming more okay with that.
maybe eventually I'll make something myself and throw it into the world and be able to say Empty Spaces was an important influence. here's hoping.
sometimes, girls need to grind against things
sometimes, girls need to be made to grind against things
Sometimes, girls need to grind Against Me!
I just put myself in a flat chastity cage. How pathetic is it to put yourself in chastity with no one else coercing you into it??
The answer is REALLY PATHETIC and knowing that turns me on 😏
A Cold
A doll taking care of its witch!
She mumbles and grumbles something about all her charms being o'erthrown by a mere cold of all things - the audacity of it all! -
The doll just hushes her as it feeds her another spoonful of soup.
The witch pouts - but is otherwise an easy patient.
I love sweet doll posting 💜
okay but
when will i be able to lick blood from your cut up thighs after i stalked you down and tackled you to the ground with my weight
when is my turn to he happy
I need this so badly 🥵
I’m discovering that I can actually enjoy being dominant, but I just happen to be a really sweet soft Domme.
I find this hilarious considering as a bottom I get off on being bled, scarred, humiliated, and being faced fucked until I vomit only to have the person not stop or slow down at all.
Yawny
A doll observing its witch yawn.
For the seventh time that half hour.
The doll accused its witch of being sleepy!
Its witch counters, saying that she's just yawny!
The doll demands that she close her eyes and test her might!
She does!
She nearly loses her balance, and the doll catches her.
Definitely naptime, at the very least! The doll will join her!
all your stuffed animals love you. they're not sad if they're in a box, or on the floor, or not held/played with as much. they understand. they know that you might need another stuffie more, or that you don't have enough space. they're just happy to be with you, and if you ever give them away, they'll be happy there too. stuffies are for comfort. they understand. they love you too. it's okay.
Icky, hypersexual, braindead sluts who can't help but hump random objects always have a special place in my heart.
Institutions for Failed Persons Part 10
Once Doctor Veronika had moved you into Lunas room your new life felt nothing short of idyllic. It was hard to adjust to your new life as a pup before the good doctor introduced you to Luna, but now everything felt so natural. Luna began to feel like a big sister to you.
Sure she was also a dog, and she would regularly try in vain to impregnate you, and you never actually had an older sibling, but you couldn't think of a better description. She showed you how to be a good pup by example. You followed her around were ever she went.
She would cuddle you on the large doggy bed that Dr. Veronika had put in your room to replace the two smaller separate ones that your room originally held. When the other pups would fuck you at play time, she always knew when you couldn't take anymore, and protect you.
As time passed, language slipped away from your brain. You remembered plenty of words, but sentences became hard to form.
One thought you could muster was that you were always meant to be a puppy, and now you had found your purpose in life. For the first time you felt content.
One day during free time a group of visitors entered the unit that had become home for you.
A short woman dressed in all black anachronistic attire led them. Her clothes looked as if they may have been in style a hundred years ago, but not like anything you've seen in your life.
You couldn't seem to make out her face from under the brim of her large floppy witches hat, but she emanated an aura of control and confidence that was entirely singular.
She was holding hands with a woman dressed as if she had just come from an emo concert circa 2010.
The two were followed by four women in a line equally spaced from one another. There muted yet cheerful expressions brought a word to mind, "Doll".
You heard of witches and dolls, but always wrote them off as an urban legend. The arrival of the group conjured so many questions.
Your head began to ache with all of the thoughts you were experiencing. Sentences and memories barged into your previously empty mind. You hadn't thought this much in a dogs age.
Just as you felt like you couldn't be more confused, Dr. Veronika joyfully greeted the group.
"It is so good to see you again Mistress Willow! Do you have any time to catch up or should we get straight to business?" The Doctors reaction brought even more unwelcome thoughts to your head.
Luna thankfully rescued you from your thoughts by giving you a gentle bite.
You sheepishly followed behind her as she cheerfully approached the group of strangers. The dolls had been dismissed by their witch, and they were eager to play with all the pets on the unit. One of the dolls came over to you and gave you gentle scritches behind your ears.
It was surprising how smooth and cold her touch was, it was if she was actually made of porcelain. As she mechanically patted your head she called you a pretty puppy in an airy, dream like voice. A wave of comfort overcame you and washed all those nasty thoughts away.
One of the dolls began to curiously inspect a drone on the unit, who examined the doll in the same manner. It was if the two were mirroring one another. They seemed to be trapped by their own reflection of one another. Perhaps they were two sides of the same coin.
Dr. Veronika snapped her fingers twice and immediately gained your attention, as well as Lunas. That was a command that elicited a reflexive response from the two of you, and you instantly sat attentively before her.
"Awe what good little pets the two of you are!"
"Mistress Willow has been a wonderful client to work with in the past, as well as a personal friend of mine. Her dolls make the most wonderful tea I've ever tasted. I digress, she is here to adopt some new pets, isn't that exciting?" Dr. Veronika said enthusiastically.
"You see, Mistress Willow is looking for a pup to play with the dolls while she is spending alone time with her new girlfriend, and I think you would be the perfect candidate Luna." Luna moved her hips back and forth wagging the tail attached to her via a leather belt.
"Unfortunately she only needs one dog. However I just couldn't stand to see the two of you separated. Luckily she is also looking for a new pony to replace one of her cart horses. Her pony Proletariat was one I personally trained and he is getting to old for the job."
"She is going to retire him and let him happily live out his days in the pasture. While her other pony Shimmer is quite strong she cant pull her cart all by herself. Since I don't have any cart ponies that available for sale, it occurred to me I could just train you to be a pony"
Dr. Veronika had tilted your chin up to meet her beautiful and terrifying eyes as she told you about your new fate. She was so imbued with energy whenever she came up with an idea
"Honestly I think you would make a better pony than a puppy" Veronika said while tussling your hair
"That should've been obvious considering how well you responded to ketamine therapy, but hey, I may be a doctor but I'm only human. Even I make mistakes every once in a while." You let out a whimper at the news. Your formally cherished certainty about life had vanished.
You didn't know the first thing about horses, how on earth would you become one? Would you be able to stay with Luna while you trained? How long would the training take? Would you even make a good pony? Were you strong enough to pull a cart even with the help of someone else?
"Awe don't whine dear, I'll still be your doctor! I'll also have it arranged that Luna can stay in the stables with you while you train. Mistress Willow is fine with waiting for the two of you so you can stay together. I told her all about how adorably close you two are."
"I'll even have your favorite drone #4134 transferred so you'll feel even more comfortable as I train you to be the perfect push button pony. Besides, you seemed to hit a wall in your puppy training. Its like you can only function as a pup in Lunas presence."
"Once I get a bit in your pretty mouth and some blinders on your bridle you'll be able to be a wonderful pony even when Luna isn't by your side. You haven't disappointed me yet, I'm sure you wont start now." You could sense the doctors sadistic side in her tone voice.
"Besides, its not like you have any choice in the matter." She was right as always. You would have to put aside any trepidation about your new training. After all, pets like you aren't meant to make decisions. You are simply made to submit to your betters.
Institutes for failed persons: Experiments in Equine Excellence, Part 1
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You couldn't sleep as anxiety surged across your brain. The news you would be transferred to the pony training program did not sit well with you.
You thought your training as a puppy was going so well. At long last you felt a stability in your life that you thought was mere fantasy before you gave away your rights to the Institute of Human Animals. You believed that you had gained a never before experienced.
You laid awake snuggling against Luna, the pup you had become so close to here. The good Doctor Veronika was starting your pony training so the two of you could be kept together and adopted by the same witch. Your memories of past fuck ups made you think this would be one of them
You did something you hadn't done in months, speak.
"Luna, I'm scared." Luna groggily tilted her head as she woke up to an entirely novel sound.
"I'm scared I wont make a good pony. I'm so scared we will be separated. Just tell me everything will be ok" Luna growled at you.
Then after a long silence, Luna spoke in a gravely and entirely singular manner
"Don't be. Veronika is good. Veronika has never lied to Luna. Luna will be by your side. Veronika loves us. Luna is not going anywhere." It was the first time you heard her speak
"Thank you Luna, I love you so much. You've been so good to me I don't know what I would do without you. As long as your with me I know I'll be safe."
Another long pause came before Lunas response. It dawned on you she was looking for words she hasn't used in so so long.
"Luna never wants you to speak again. Veronika would be mad. Luna will protect you. Luna loves you." She licked your face before snuggling back in to the dog bed you two shared. You let out a gentle whine, licked her back, and were finally able to fall asleep.
In the morning you awoke to the sound of Doctor Veronika's energetic voice.
"Good morning my little pups! I guess I should say pets now because of our newest pony girl! Isn't this so exciting. I can't wait to show you two your new home. Since I cant wait, lets do it now!"
Institutions for Failed Persons Part 9
Luna was in no hurry to pull out. She was more than content to just lay on your back, nibbling on your ear and happily yipping You felt like you could lay in that courtyard with Luna inside you forever
You felt a wet tongue begin to lick the half of your face that wasn't pressed firmly into the grass and dirt.
"Now now little pup, let these two enjoy themselves for a bit, you'll get a turn eventually." You had almost forgot that Dr. Veronika was standing
The post orgasmic euphoria mixed with the ketamine you were given in such a beautiful neurochemical dance that had made the rest of the world completely fade away.
You wondered how long you could have stayed in a reality where you and Luna were the only things that ever existed
After what felt like a blissful eternity you felt Luna slide out of you. You immediately began whimpering as the sudden emptiness you felt expanded into an all consuming void you desperately wanted to have filled again.
"Awe what's the matter? Are you really so desperate to have Luna stay inside you that you have to make these pitiful whining noises. I wonder if the research labs has ever considered figuring out how to give pups knots so you can stay tied together longer?" The doctor mused.
A drone attached your leash back to your collar.
"Why don't you take this one back to it's room. I bet its all tuckered out from all this excitement and could use a little puppy nap." Dr. Veronikas voice sounded so heavenly when she was pleased.
The next few days carried on as usual, with the exception of play time.
Now instead of being let loose to fail at socializing with the other pups, you and Luna where simply brought together by your drones to enjoy one another.
As time went on, you and Luna began to play with one another after she was done breeding you. This often took the form of barking and pawing at one another until Luna eventually pushed you onto your back and she would gently gnaw at your throat.
Was it possible Dr. Veronika had Luna begin breeding you so that you would learn how to play like a pup?
She was such a talented doctor that you wouldn't put it past her to come up with such a novel teaching strategy.
One day at play time when Luna was done breeding you, Dr. Veronika came out to the court yard. "Awe, I see my two favorite pups are getting along so well. I cant tell you two how proud I am." You and Luna sat in front of her, shaking your hips happily and basking in her praise.
Another pup jumped on your back and you could feel his mass nearly crush you into the ground. Its hard cock was eagerly trying to find its way into you as it thrusted its hips.
Just as suddenly as he pounced on you, he was violently thrown off of you.
"BAD DOG! DID I TELL YOU THAT YOU COULD BREED HER YOU FILTHY FUCKING MUTT?" Dr. Veronika's voice was truly terrifying when she was angry.
You saw her pinning the other pup to the ground with her hand wrapped around its neck, and her boot on its chest.
"Your lucky I don't send you back to the acute unit." As the doctor let go of the pups neck and rose to her full intimidating height, you could hear a faint crack as the pup howled in pain. "Your lucky to walk away from this with only a cracked rib you little shit."
One of the drones led you back to your room, the sounds of Dr. Veronika disciplining the now helpless pet echoed throughout the courtyard.
It was another example in a long series of events that reenforced the fear of ever upsetting the good doctor.
The next morning after you finished munching on your breakfast Dr. Veronika came in to your room.
"Heeyyyy puppy, I have a wonderful surprise for you! Can you guess what it is?" Doctor Veronika addressed you in her sing song voice that only came out when she was excited.
You obediently sat at her feet and cocked your head in confusion. You couldn't think of anything you did wrong, and her tone told you she was happy with you, but the wild grin on her face worried you. It was the same grin she wore when she was pleased or furious.
She revealed a sturdy leather belt with a long fluffy tail attached to it, and a pair of cute little puppy ears on a headband.
They reminded you of Luna. She was the only pup you had seen adorned with such beautiful gear since you came to the institute.
"Your owner is just so pleased with your behavior lately that she thinks you've earned more than a little treat." Dr. Veronika handed the two pieces of gear to the drone who fed you breakfast. The drone dutifully began putting them on you.
"I'm moving you to a new ward for very good little pups. Isn't that exciting?!" You tried to remember what the receptionist told you about the different units when you first arrived here. Your memory was too hazy now and you were more than happy for it to stay that way.
The drone attached a leash to your collar and went to exit your room with the doctor. You immediately turned back to your cage and grabbed your plushie with your teeth. Your leash was pulled taught for just a moment as the drone looked back on you quizzically.
You crawled back to the drones side as fast as you could with your teddy bear clutched between your teeth. Its LED visor displayed a ^_^ face and gave you a little scritch behind your ear.
"Ohh how could I forget your toy? Good job remembering my sweet puppy!" said the doctor
You held your head high with pride as Dr. Veronika lead you off the ward through a series of heavy doors with loud magnetic locks.
You could barely recall your college graduation anymore, but you knew you felt far more pride now than at any other point in your life.
As you arrived on the new unit you saw other pups with ears and tails milling about the rooms and hallways all on their own.
You hadn't seen other pups unaccompanied on the other units you were on. Clearly this ward was for very well behaved pups indeed.
Doctor Veronika stopped you before entering your new room and had you sit like the good pup you had become.
"Now, I want you to understand you will have a roommate on this unit. I think this will be your favorite part of moving to this new ward."
As you entered the new room, you saw Luna rolling around on a dog bed while eagerly chewing on a squeaky toy.
She immediately dropped the toy and bounded towards you and began licking your face
"Welcome to your new home puppy!" Dr. Veronika looked as happy as both you and Luna
Institutions for Failed Persons Part 8
You had began to adjust to the cadence of your new home at the Institute for human animals. It gave a sense of normalcy to finally get used to the rhythm of life in this strange place.
Every morning you were awoken by a drone. It would give you a bowl of food and water, and then take you out into the court yard to urinate and defecate. Pissing and shitting outside, and in full few of everyone did take some getting use to, but it became surprisingly normal.
It actually took you longer to get over the embarrassment of having to bark and whine for a drone so you could be let outside. Though that wasn't quite as humiliating as having an accident and getting your face shoved in to a puddle of your own piss.
Everyday you had two training classes. After each training session, an hour of free time was given to the pets. It was the closest thing to 'freedom' you were given. You could curl up on in your cage for a nap if you were feeling sufficiently tuckered out.
If you were in a playful mood, you were free to approach one of the drones or another pup with one of your chew toys, and they would be happy to give you a little enrichment.
You found that you quite liked playing with the drones.
While visors obscured the faces of the drones, their LED displays showed that they were happy to play with the pups, or at least the drones were programmed to enjoy it. You realized you didn't care if they they enjoyed it naturally, or were programmed to, either way the liked it.
In between the classes and free time was play time. All the pups were required to go outside and play with one another.
While the drones would still play with you, they always would find away to involve another pup.
Playing with the other pups was proving to be difficult.
It reminded you of hazy memories of trying to make friend on the playground as a kid. Thankfully, you found it harder and harder to recall your memories from before your institutionalization.
Some of the pups were far to rough when they played you.
Instead of playing, it felt more like some of the pups were trying to tear your throat out and claw out your guts. It was rare to ever return from play time with out a few new bruised bite marks covering your body. You were far to meek to be anything more than a chew toy for them
The pains of bites and scratches couldn't compare to approaching a group of pups playing with a toy, only to be growled at, or worse, completely ignored.
If you were honest with yourself, you hoped that becoming a pet meant not having to fear abandonment and exclusion.
It turns out some neuroses were not so easily purged from your diseased mind. In one of Dr. Veronika's meetings with you she furrowed her brow and frowned at her tablet. "Is something the matter little pup? The drones report that you aren't socializing well with the others?"
All you could do was burry your face in your leather paws and whine. Dr. Veronika chuckled and that warm, sometimes manic grin, returned to her pallid face. "Awe don't worry darling. You aren't the first pet to have a hard time socializing." She gave you a few soft headpats.
The next day before play time, Dr. Veronika visited you in your room. Dr. Veronika seemed especially energetic and cheerful today.
"Well hello there my sweet pet! I have quite a treat in store for you today. I'm sure that after today you'll have no trouble making new friends!'
She produced a syringe without a needle containing a clear liquid. You eagerly presented yourself to her, excitedly shaking your hips. You use to remember what this drug was called, you knew it began with a K, but couldn't recall anything else other than that you liked it.
She slid the syringe into your rectum, and you were overcome with a wave of bliss and a sense of disassociation from your own body.
Dr. Veronika attached a leash to your collar and took you out into the courtyard. There a drone awaited with another pup on a leash.
Dr. Veronika thanked the drone and took the other pup by the collar, bringing the pup close enough for her to begin licking you.
"This little pup is named Luna, and she has just been so worked up lately!" You could understand what the good doctor was saying, but just barely
You found yourself licking the pup back, and despite your tactile senses being dulled, it felt delightful.
"Awe, you two are already becoming friends, how adorable!" Dr. Veronika was clearly struggling to hold Luna back from you.
You could feel the sensation of a latex clad hand rubbing your anus with wet, viscous substance, and even felt a few fingers enter you, but just barely. You were to high to really care about what ever it was the drone was doing to you.
"Luna has just been so aroused lately, even when I relieve her with my hand, she just can't stop humping the legs of every staff member and drone she lays eyes on. Then I thought of how you were having trouble socializing, and well, I just knew Luna would take a liking to you!"
At this she let go of Luna's collar. Luna immediately ran up behind you and mounted you. In an instant your face went from being licked to shoved into the dirt of the courtyard. Luna wrapped her paws around your waist, put her full weight on you, and began biting your ear.
"See, your doctor always knows best!" You could barely register the doctors words due the complete state of overstimulation you found yourself in.
Just being mounted so quickly overwhelmed all of your senses. You suddenly became aware of Lunas cock rubbing against your ass.
Luna whined as she thrusted. She was far to excited to actually find her way inside of you. Doctor Veronika began laughing.
"You two are just so adorably pathetic!" She reached behind you and helped guide Luna inside of you.
A pained yip escaped you're mouth as Luna forcefully thrust herself completely inside of you. Despite your initial whining, Luna continued to ferociously thrust into you.
With every thrust you began to become more and more euphoric, eventually whimpering in pleasure.
Just as you thought Luna's thrusting couldn't become any faster, her tempo increased even more as she bit down into the back of your neck as hard as she could.
The pain that radiated from your neck was just as pleasurable as the warmth coming from your core.
Luna gave one more hard thrust as she ejaculated inside of you, letting out a piercing howl. She collapsed on your back and began to lick your cheek.
Dr. Veronika stood over you, her smile as gleaming like a crescent moon.
"I told you I could help you make some friends!"
Institutions for Failed Persons Part 7
If the drugs you were given didn’t make you so placid and unaware, the situation you found yourself in would have been quite anxiety inducing.
It was a kindness you couldn’t focus on any one thing.
The doctor at the front of the room began talking again, and while you could certainly hear them, and even understand what each word meant, your brain couldn’t quite make sense of complete sentences. All you could really do was process the last word they said.
“Down.”
Your drone gently pressed between your shoulders and you found yourself laying on the cold linoleum floor in the same position a dog would.
Your attention was drawn to the floor. You were aware it was uncomfortable, but it didn’t feel like you were the one feeling the sensation.
This sense of disassociation wasn't new to you. It became a common occurrence over time. If you thought about it long enough you would have been able to trace it back to when those people did all those awful things to you so long ago.
This was a far more enjoyable disassociation
Before you could ponder too much about the different flavors of derealization you had experienced, your brain registered another word.
“Up!” Again you felt latex clad hands pushing you into your proper place.
Either the class, or the drugs made you feel very good. Probably both
The doctor continued to talk but you still couldn’t really make sense of what they we’re actually saying. It was only when you’re drone guided your actions did the speakers last word register.
“…walk!” The drone began walking you with its hand wrapped around your collar.
Your attention continued to flit from your drone, to the pups, to the harsh fluorescent lighting, until you found yourself stationary again.
You were yet again facing the doctor while at the side of your drone.
“Sit!”
The drone barely touched you and you were already sitting
The doctor still didn’t make any sense, but you could tell that they were praising you all. Your hips began to shake back and forth with glee.
Again you registered the last word of the doctor's sentence.
“…play!”
You immediately found yourself on your back.
All the other pups had run over to you, and began pawing, jumping, sniffing and licking. As sudden and overwhelming as it all was, you found yourself completely enraptured by the experience.
The sense of being out of control, drugged and on your back, brought back faint memories
Your brain thankfully shut those memories out. It was far too busy making new ones to do something like recall old visions of the past, especially ones of painful experiences.
One of the pups began to bite your belly, but you weren’t able to process the pain, yet that is.
Two more pups sank their teeth into you, much harder now. The sensation of pain felt distant, yet you had already began to yip and whimper.
One of the formerly playful pup began shaking its head as it bit into you.
“Ow fuck! Stop!” Did you just talk? Was that really you?
The pain continued. While you still felt strangely distanced from it, you definitely began to struggle against it. You heard more words of protest escape your mouth.
Finally something made all the pups run back to their drones. Was it something the doctor said?
You began to stand up right. The question of how the pups knew which drone was its own began to form in your head, but was interrupted by that familiar sensation of a latex clad hand pushing you back down on all fours.
The pain of the bites was radiating through your body.
We’re the drugs beginning to wear off? How long ago was it that they gave you those magnificent medications?
“… we’re being so good.” The doctor was talking again. They weren’t just talking, but talking to you.
“… first day after all.” Thankfully the doctor didn’t sound mad.
“No standing.” The doctor lightly slapped you.
“No people words.” This time the doctor slapped you harder, but their tone was very calm.
“… not bad for your first day.” You felt the doctor scratching the top of your head, and your hips began to wiggle again.
Your drone led you back to your room, and guided you back into the cage. Before it left, it gave you a bone-shaped cooking, and some lovely pets while it displayed a smiley face on its LED visor.
You felt a wave of warmth come over you. It wasn’t the drugs, you just felt, proud?
The sensation of making others happy was welcomed as you would a friend you hadn’t seen in years. It felt so so wonderful to have others be happy with you.
Talking and standing in class did give you a pang of guilt, but you were praised at the end so you must have done well.
As you curled up to chew on your teddy bear, a doctor stopped and looked at you from the door way before entering your room
“Who let you off the acute unit you little shit?” It was the doctor you bit back when you were still very new here. The one who sent you to the acute ward.
“They gave you a toy? Am I the only sane person here?” He approached your cage and you reflexively let out a little growl.
“Ohh you do NOT growl at me you filthy animal.” He took out his phone and tapped at it briefly.
A shock radiated through your body.
“Awe you don’t like that do you?” You received another painful shock, followed by another, and another.
“Ken! What are you doing to my patient?” You felt your whole body relax. That voice was Dr. Veronika’s, the doctor who was always so kind to you, had come to the rescue.
“Your mut was growling at me. Also address me by my title next time.”
“I assure you it wouldn’t have growled if you didn’t provoke it, Doctor Klein.” Veronikas voice was calm, but serious.
“I should be able to kick the damn thing without it growling at me.”
Dr. Klein was not nearly as calm, but at least his anger wasn’t directed on you.
“True, but bear in mind that today is its first day of actual training. It would have begun training sooner if you could show a modicum of patience. Will you excuse us? I'd like to speak to MY pet.”
Dr. Klein scowled at her, but left without causing a scene.
“It’s ok, that mean old doctor is gone. I heard your first day of training went well. At least considering it was your first day. I’m proud of my pup.” Veronikas praises made you happier than any drug ever could.
“Be careful though. You mustn’t threaten any people, or drones for that matter in any way. Don’t forget your an animal, any people can treat you however they’d like.” She gave a playful little tug at your bear and began petting you.
“I am proud of you though, don’t forget that”
“I wanted to bring you the teeth of that transphobic patient you had to hear when you were on the acute unit, but I was told it constituted a choking hazard. So I’ll just give you some pets.” You made a mental note not to anger her, but you would never dream of doing such a thing
I love how easy I am to make cum. It makes me feel so submissive and pitiful being made to cum quickly. Being overstimulated makes me feel just as helpless as being beaten and abused.
It’s also insanely puppy coded that I can get off, while fully clothed, by humping a dominants leg. It’s also pretty middle coded if I’m being honest.
I’m glad that tonight reminded me I’m absolutely not free from the clutches of PTSD, I was getting dangerously well adjusted.
So who want to do terrible, cruel, and incredibly faggy things to my body and mind so I don’t have to think about this shit?
I’m very prey coded and have no sense of dignity! What do you say??
All u zoomer trannies being so horny about older women has actually made me feel so much better about my approaching 30s. So, sincerely, thank you for being so horny.
Thank y’all, it is so nice to be celebrated for aging.