Writer. They/them. Genderfluid. 30s. This is a blog where I post stories (often commissions, and sometimes NSFW) and ramble about stuff. Bigots and minors begone! Warning: I love cats, pokemon, and the outdoors.
best thing about uncle iroh is that if you pay attention he is actually just as much of an idiot as zuko but has just mastered the art of coming across as a wise old man. the even better thing is that zuko is the only one on the planet who somewhat realizes this and no one would ever believe him because he's zuko
like uncle iroh 100% does dumb shit on purpose sometimes to get people to underestimate him and keep zuko from capturing the avatar, but other times he just, and i cannot emphasize this enough, does impulsive dumb shit for no reason other than the fact that terminal stupid presumably runs in the royal family's blood
uncle: "you never think things through, prince zuko!"
also uncle:
once got captured by the earth kingdom army buck ass naked bc he really wanted to go to a hot spring in enemy territory
betrayed zhao at the Northern Water Tribe with no escape plan and then spent 3 weeks starving on a boat
immediately went to a spa resort upon publicly committing treason
ate a poisonous plant and, in the spirit of Two Fish Hook Sokka, was going to solve the problem by eating another potentially poisonous plant
decided the safest place in the world they could go was the city he once FAMOUSLY laid siege to for 600 days
instead of lying low or giving a modicum of a shit about people recognizing him, overachieved himself into becoming one of the most well-known restaurant owners in said city
in fact overachieved so hard that he got an invite to meet the earth king (whose city he, again, once FAMOUSLY LAID SIEGE TO) which he fucking? accepted????
#no wonder zuko was constantly frothing at the mouth! he's the only one who knows the truth!#god just imagine the number of times people have seen zuko yelling at iroh#and assumed zuko was just being mean#when zuko was actually yelling at his uncle for wasting all their money bartering with pirates AGAIN#everyone assumes iroh is babysitting zuko but really they're pingponging responsibility back and forth#and zuko at least has the excuse of being 16#anyway I love Uncle Hypocrite so much; funniest motherfucker on the planet (via OP)
Here's the thing, prev, so are a lot of Zuko's dumbest ideas, like following the seals under ice at the North Pole. It did work, but man why was that even on your radar
You know what? Fuck it I'm adding more context. Sesame Street has talked about the topic of death more than once and it's done with such gentle carefulness without watering down or censoring the heaviness of the situations. It treats heavy subject matter with respect and dignity and has been for DECADES.
From the early 1980s:
To 2025:
Hell, they even cover the devastating heaviness of MASS SHOOTINGS without censoring or watering anything down.
They've been doing this for YEARS, and it's ALWAYS handled with dignity, respect, seriousness, understanding, and love.
Whenever I see people censoring words because it "might offend" someone or the big ad companies that are currently trying to run everything? I just want to say to them: "What? Is Sesame Street too mature for you?" Because really...what the hell are we doing.
I'm back with even more examples! Sesame Street once again to this day is out here handling extremely difficult subject matter with incredible care and respect. "We can't let kids learn about uncomfortable things!" Oh, really now? Even though they're things that happen in everyday life that they'll face one day at some point anyway? Interesting. Let's see what else this show has covered that people (for some reason) think should be avoided and hidden. Here's more on death of loved ones and greif:
Or how about when someone is put into the foster care system because their home isn't safe anymore and their needs aren't being met?
Maybe some discussions about group therapy/getting help and support?
Hey look! Here's a segment about gender expression vs taught expectation, including unlearning harmful biases and what to do when you hurt someone on accident because you didn't know it was wrong!
Look! The topic of race and diversity! The importance of unity and equity!
They even also have a more allegorical take on discrimination and being looked down on for who you are, featuring Big Bird. The conflict is about how he's not being let into a club because the one bird running the club personally decided he didn't want someone like Big Bird there.
Big Bird goes out of his way to keep changing parts of himself in order to "prove" he can fit into this club if he just changed enough. The truth comes out though, and there's nothing he can do to gain the approval of that bird. He will never be good enough in his eyes, and Big Bird starts to hate himself. His real friends see this finally put their feet down, emphasizing that you should never change yourself just to fit into one singular narrow idea someone else has.
There's A LOT of different situations this can be an allegory for. Racism, sexism, homophobia, basically ANY form of exclusion is put on full blast in this 15 minute clip. Sesame Street can be both blunt and allegorical when approaching difficult topics, and it NEVER misses or looses the point.
It does an exceptional job in both styles of representation WITHOUT watering anything down. The more sanitized everything gets, the more radical Sesame Street is suddenly considered, hence why so many "particular groups" want it gone. Hmmm! I can only imagine why that could be, in this current political climate! (I'm being sarcastic)
When Sesame Street is suddenly labeled as "questionable" or "politically/agenda motivated" content...it says A LOT about where we currently are and who gets to decide what's "best" for kids or not. Don't fall for the censorship and topic-dodging excuses that are covered by the "But think of the children!!!" movement. Never fall for it, because you know which side you're on if you do.
Sesame Street proves kids can be taught and trusted with learning about these topics when it's handled with the right amount of understanding and care. It shows what all this "controversy" is all really about. What it's always been about, actually.
Don't fall for it, always side with Sesame Street.
hey guysss so unfortunately the rumors are true and im leaving the narrative. Buttt the good news is my absence will create such a gaping hole in your lives that it will become a sort of presence itself, and so in a way it will kind of be like i never left! But i am. Leaving just to be clear.
friend of mine recommended a video essay that's like 5 hours long about why it's currently a whole Thing for fascists to claim they only eat meat and demonize vegetables etc etc, and it's genuinely quite well researched in many places and contains some fascinating history and has made me feel very weird about my status as an adult who enjoys drinking milk. but I've not finished it and I genuinely don't know if I will because at one point the ol' "you can't say you care about animals and also eat animals" chestnut got dropped by the white vegan essayist and it put such a bad taste in my mouth that I had to leave instantly
like idk man it just feels genuinely parodic to dedicate hours to analyzing how foodways have frequently been used as white supremacist propaganda and then casually toss out an argument that pretty invariably demonizes indigenous hunting practices with 0 regard for traditional knowledge and land stewardship guiding those practices
Every time I hear a white vegan say that I want to throw the rubble of the Klamath Dams at them.
The largest dam removal in U.S. history. So successful that the salmon that haven’t run freely in the river for literally over a century came back the next year. Not steady progress over a decade as expected, the very next salmon run they came home. No one alive saw salmon in that river outside the hatcheries kept by native’s tribes and the Department of Fish And Wildlife scientists desperately trying to save them. One of the activists who helped bring the suit spoke of their dying grandmother making them promise to bring the fish home, and they didn’t know how that was possible, but they spent decades doing it.
The legal basis for successfully suing the power company who owned the dams was Indigenous treaty rights to eat the fish. Eating the fish was the one thing in a century that succeeded in being a clear and legally binding right that superseded the desires of white capital and industry. I have been going to the public interest environmental law conference off and on for 20 years where a lot of organizing for Undam The Klamath happened. I’ve heard updates about every legal tact they tried as they happened, and they tried everything.
There are healthy, thriving salmon, trout, and lamprey in a rewilding and recovering Klamath River right now as a direct result of Indigenous people eating them. Of their legally binding right to eat them. They sure as fuck care more about those fish than any white vegan ever could. They are salmon people that the Creator sent Salmon to feed, while charging the People with protecting and stewarding them. It’s not possible to learn about salmon and trout in the Pacific Northwest without learning this, and it’s unambiguously racist to dismiss this symbiotic relationship.
The white vegans are trying to get all hunting and fishing banned in Oregon, and that’s quite possibly the single most catastrophic thing that could be done to the animals here because we killed off all the major predators of creatures like deer and without anything hunting them their numbers will explode, eat all the vegetation, destroy the ecosystem, and then die along with everything else in that failing ecosystem. Controlled hunting of deer is vitally necessary for the deer to survive. This is something Native people know, but patronizing racist savior-complex white people refuse to listen to.
I have a whole collection of Oregon’s Public Broadcasting’s documentaries about Klamath River or the larger story of fish and people in the region. If you watch nothing else, watch Klamath Dams Are Coming Out, First Salmon Ceremony, After The Dams, and First Decent (Native made). It could not be clearer that the salmon are being protected and nourished by the people who eat them, and that stewardship is a massive part of their creation myths. But it contradicts political vegan dogma so they don’t listen.
#also do you have any idea how much conservation is funded by people who want to eat those animals#at least in the us anytime someone buys ammo or hunting equipment or hunting licenses that money goes directly to state wildlife agencies
A prissy, arrogant Flareon model finds himself in the clutches of ne'er-do-well bandits. But his expectations of rescue might not go the way he thinks...
Part 1 of a comm for Cres/Stormy! Featuring her femboy Flareon OC Nuvali meeting a certain devilish Zangoose. Content warning for m/m noncon and expressed misogyny.
Some mons were forgettable, and some were standouts. Nuvali, the Flareon model, was proud to be one of the latter.
Going by his stage-name of “Pele”, he was a famous fashion icon and model. He was admired for the sultry, feminine body which belied the enticing manhood between his legs. His forebody was slim and dainty, with small, black-beaned forepaws and a Flareon’s trademark fluffy yellow mane. For Nuvali, his species’ head-fluff was woven into a delicate side-braid that draped off his head, framing his face asymmetrically; a bit of colored jewelry clipped the bottom of the braid, complementing his natural flame-colored hue with a turquoise accent.
He was very bottom-heavy, which was his standout as a model; he had plump thighs and a generous ass, which made his delicate hindpaws seem all the smaller by comparison. His voluminous tail—even fluffier than his bounteous mane—was usually positioned in such a way that it swept off at an angle instead of draping directly behind him. All the more to entice onlookers to stare at that intoxicating rump and plush build of his.
Thanks to his build and the contours of his body, Nuvali was primarily a model of female fashions, something he was much in demand for and modeled exceptionally well. (The fact that he, a male, was chosen to model feminine fashions over actual females left him feeling smug. Even when it came to their own outfits, females were perennially second-rate; if a male was ever an option, why would you pick a female for anything?)
Even now, when he wasn’t actively modeling a new outfit or on display, he made sure to dress according to his reputation; his outfit of choice today was a golden waistband circled around his torso, with a few gauzy ribbons of cloth streaming off behind him, artfully framing his ass and legs and tail and adding a splash of color to his natural palette. Emerald-green bands—the same color as Nuvali’s evocative, piercing eyes—ringed around his ankles, lending all four paws a delicate and dainty accent.
He drew eyes wherever he went. Even those mons who didn’t recognize him on sight—thus proving themselves to be uncultured and coarse, with abysmal taste—turned their heads to follow. Superior males followed him wide-gazed, doubtless feeling a stirring in their loins; those who hadn’t yet stumbled into how good it was to lay with other males would doubtless watch with aroused confusion—I can’t be feeling this about another guy! they'd think—while the more sophisticated males undressed Nuvali with their eyes and imagined what it’d feel like to brace their paws against that generous ass and plunge into his tight hole. (Nuvali licked his muzzle at memories like that; he was choosy when it came to his partners, and made sure that any guy who plundered his hole was someone who earned it.)
Of course, it wasn’t only males whose eyes were drawn to Nuvali. Females fawned over him as was their wont, whether fruitlessly hoping they could taste of his body (as if!), gazing with delight at the clothes he wore, or outright glaring with envy at the way his body was everything they wanted and more. Whenever he saw a not-so-comely lass following him with envy, he made sure to wink and shoot an especially playful gaze at her so that she knew well and proper that he was better than her in every way.
Oh yes, life as a model was good—and Nuvali was on top of the world.
He’d recently heard that his agency had a special show prepared for femme fashion in a vast city in the continent’s interior, one with Nuvali himself as the centerpiece. About time! he thought. The agency had sent him on a tour to various small frontier towns far from Nuvali’s normal circuit. They’d told him they wanted to expand into the fringes and needed him to get it done. That made sense, he was their standout star after all, but he was sick of podunk towns and forgettable scenes. He was well overdue to return to proper civilization—and he wasn’t afraid to make it known.
“Can’t believe Zylo has me parading in these forgettable boonies,” he drawled, name-dropping the influential and talented Garchomp in charge of his agency as he fanned himself. “Arceus above! What a nightmare the past few months have been. Oy, you lot! Hired hands!Are you wasting my time on purpose?”
The three guards that Zylo had hired to escort Nuvali back to civilization were milling near the edge of town, loading the Flareon star’s supplies into a rickety cart. They turned and looked at him with sullen anger, which just made Nuvali roll his eyes. “What?” he challenged. “You think I want to spend any more time in this no-name backwater than I absolutely have to? Come on, workers—chop chop! Let’s get a move on so I can get back to where I’m supposed to be?”
The leader of the guards, a stout-looking Fraxure in thick armor, continued glaring at Nuvali. “You know,” he said after a moment, “we do live here.”
The Flareon scoffed. “And I’m very sorry to hear it. You must be itchingto head to someplace where there are things to do. So hurry up and load the cart so we can all head for better climes!” With a dark mutter, the guards returned to their job, and Nuvali preened himself, making sure that he was immaculately presented before heading back to the city. The moment the cart was ready, he hopped in, making it known that he fully expected to be pulled. A star had better things to do than callus his paws.
“Off we go,” he drawled, and the guards started the long journey back. “No time to waste.”
None indeed.
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The cart’s progress was rickety and jouncing as it rolled over the dirt roads that connected pokemon settlements on the far end of the frontier. Nuvali scowled to himself; any time he found himself drifting off or starting to actually rest and enjoy the trip, one of the cart’s wheels inevitably hit a large dirt clod or jutting stone or a divot in the ground. Inevitably, he was jostled awake and sometimes sent clattering sideways against a crate or something similar.
“Hey!” he called after the umpteenth time that such a distracting jostle was layered on him. “Do we think that maybe you could try and give your client an easyride? Or is even that beyond you?”
One of the guards, a hovering Magnemite, turned to him, single eye glaring. “BZZTT!” it said angrily, voice emerging as a sort of tinny, hollow sound. “Pampered pup is WELCOME to try and help us do ACTUAL work and make cart ride easer! ZZRRT!”
With a scoff, Nuvali fanned his face with one paw. “Oh please,” he bawled, “you’re such whiners. What do you think I’m paying for?”
“You don’t pay us at all,” the Fraxure said darkly. “Your so-called agency is what’s footing the bill.”
“Pfah! And who do you think is the standout star of said agency? Only me.” Nuvali leaned back smugly, thinking about how effortlessly he’d climbed over the competition to acquire and maintain his position on top of the agency’s rankings. “Couldn’t be anyone else…”
Oh yes, he remembered well how he’d put another mon in his place shortly before Zylo’d sent him out here to liaise with the frontier. Nuvali himself was the prime model for quadruped femme fashion, but he had a few understudies. After all, even a standout like himcouldn’t be in four places at once when the agency needed to model multiple pieces. A recent addition to the agency, one who had climbed high through the ranks, was another Eeveelution—a Vaporeon named Keska.
As the cart jostled along, Nuvali’s nose wrinkled with distaste. Pfeh. A Vaporeon—of all the things an Eevee could grow to be, why would you willingly allow yourself to become something like that? Between the paw beans and the black nose and the long aquatic tail and the frilly fins that took the place where a Flareon’s muzzle would be, he wasn’t sure if Keska was supposed to be a mammal or a fish.
And he’d been sure to tell him as such, too.
“What even are you supposed to be able to model?” Nuvali asked his Vappy understudy as the two of them prepared in their shared dressing room. Nuvali was in a gorgeous gown that clung to his body and flared around his hips, showing off his best qualities, thin gold giltwork draped as chains amidst his tail. Keska was wearing a clingy black ensemble with a transparent, fishnet-like top and paw rings, as well as monochrome striped socks on his hind legs that stopped just short of his paws.
The Vaporeon kept his head down; like Nuvali, he too was an effeminate male, though one a bit more slender and unassuming. “I can model anything you can, if needed—”
“Oh, what a JOKE!” Nuvali cut in, strutting in front of his understudy. He swished his tail, letting the puffy floof smack the Vaporeon on his face. “You, model the same things as ME? Just because we’re both Eeveelutions? Just look at that hideous fish tail—the frilled spines growing along your back!” Every word seemed to cut deeply at Keska, who looked down, unable to meet the more established model’s gaze. He was definitively unused to such harsh condemnation, and tucked his paws in against his body as if that would protect him.
“I—I don’t—”
“And let’s not forget that your kind exudes slime, don’t they? I’m amazed the agency is willing to let you sweat your muck into their hard-crafted outfits!” Nuvali had long worked to verbally lash just about any mon who even came close to his position, but he was laying into Keska with a vitriol that he had rarely employed before. It felt good, to remind the lesser Eeveelution of his place. “Honestly, it makes sense they have you wearing that fishnet-lace top, because you look and act and even SMELL like you belong in a pond with the rest of today’s catch!”
Keska had teared up at that and been a red-eyed, humiliated mess during the fashion show proper. Good. Let him remember who was really top dog in this agency! He was nothing more than an understudy at best, and Nuvali would do whatever he could to remind him of it!
The cart bounced again, jostling Nuvali out of his recollection—he must’ve managed to fall asleep despite himself. He stretched and yawned, noting the amber burn on the horizon; it was dusk, or just about it. He smiled to himself, thinking about how excellent it was for him to have shown up Keska like that. Stupid inferior Vaporeon thought he’d been able to waltz into Nuvali’s agency and try to steal his position? Idiot.
The cart—being tugged by the last of the three guards, a Talonflame, with the other two flanking it—rounded a corner and then stopped.
Nuvali pursed his lips. “And why are we stopping?” he complained, lifting his head up to gaze at his escorts. “So long as there’s light, we should still be able to—”
“Shut the hell up,” muttered the Fraxure. He tensed, his tusks jutting from the side of his muzzle as he scanned the periphery. “Just duck down for a moment.”
Nuvali’s temper flared. “Excuse me?! Who are you to talk to me like—”
“This stupid bastard’s too dumb to realize his life’s in danger,” the Talonflame barked, “and talking down to us besides! Do we really think the job is worth that pay?”
“Zzzt… nothing worth tolerating this prissy Flareon…” noted the Magnemite.
A chill settled on Nuvali’s spine. Wait, he was in danger?And were these mons talking about abandoning him? “Hold on,” he said sharply. “Don’t you dare—”
A branch snapped on the horizon and a shadow darted between two bluffs and the Talonflame squawked. “I’m not putting my life on the line for a guy who treats me like dirt! I’m out of here!” He winged away, and a split second later, the Fraxure and Magnemite also broke, scattering.
“Wait!” Nuvali shouted in a panic. “You can’t just leave me here! Come back!”
The Fraxure scampered away, never turning his head, but from the way his tail thrashed in Nuvali’s direction, the Flareon got the sense that he was evidencing extreme contempt towards his charge.
“I’ll make sure everyone hears of this!” Nuvali screamed after him. “Do you hear me? I’ll RUIN you!”
From slightly down the pathway, the shadow that’d slunk between the two bluffs emerged into the shape of a low, cold-smiled Croagunk, hunched over with venom dripping from his hands as he approached the cart.
Nuvali controlled his skipping heart. “A bandit, huh?” he shouted, projecting more bravery than he felt. “Well, there’s only one of you, and I’m well known for my fire!” He exhaled a small puff of it in showcase, though the Croagunk didn’t back away. “S-So you’d better… back off if you know what’s—”
There was a rush behind him, a brush of too-fast, unnatural wind, and Nuvali suddenly felt a presence against his back. He turned to find another mon standing over him, chortling; a powerfully-built Zangoose, a bit bottom-heavy himself, with a smock-like shirt and piercing spring green eyes.
“Wh-what the…” Nuvali said. He’d never known any creature to be that fast.
“Ahhhhh, jes’ as pretty as we were promised,” the Zangoose said. “Or even prettier, maybe. Yer comin’ with us, prettyboy.”
Nuvali’s temper exploded. “You wish, you coarse, arrogant ruffian! I’ll never go with you! Take this!” He spat a fountain of fire at the Zangoose, but the white-furred mongoose sidestepped it easily and delivered an almost lazy chop to the back of Nuvali’s neck, right through his neck-fluff. And his eyes rolled up in a panic as he slumped forward once again, unconscious.
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It was dark when he woke, and his forepaws and hindpaws were tied together with lengths of sturdy cord. He was slumped over the Zangoose’s shoulders like a sack of grain, and there was a gag fixed in his muzzle. Instinctively, he tried to conjure his fire to let a surge of flame attack his captors, but the energy died inside of him. Nuvali’s eyes widened—he realized that something was wrapped around his neck like a collar, some unfamiliar fabric. He’d heard of items that could negate a pokemon’s powers. Had the bandits gotten a handle on one of these?
The chatting bandits were unaware of his waking, and they continued trading dialogue as they carried him over the rough terrain. The clatter of the cart followed; the Croagunk was dragging the cart behind him, doubtless to pilfer the crates that Nuvali was being shipped alongside.
“C-Can we take a stop, Zev?” the frog asked after a moment. “These things’re heavy.” The obsequious tone of voice made it clear he was the other mon’s subordinate.
“Quit yer gripin’, Grime,” this ‘Zev’ replied casually. He hopped over a small ditch, the motion making Nuvali flop against his back. “That’s the sort of bellyaching that I’d expect from our posh little princess here, haw! ‘Sides, the camp’s just ahead.”
He was telling the truth—before long the flicker of a campfire strobed to light in the distance. A few other shapes flitted around it, and Nuvali felt himself growing worried. There were more than just these two?
Zev and Grime arrived at the camp and Zev heaved his captive onto a thick blanket that was situated close to a small campfire. A number of other coarse-looking mons surrounded them, all jeering: a Staravia, a Salandit, a Sandshrew. The latter pointed at Nuvali. “Oy, pretty-boy’s awake! An’ he don’t look happy, heheh!”
Angrily, Nuvali wriggled behind his gag, trying to glare down the smaller mon: “Nmmmmmm! RRRRMMMMMM!” The Sandshrew just scoffed and made a face at him, surrounded by the other bandits.
The other pokemon parted as Zev approached, clearly the leader. He yanked Nuvali’s gag out of him. The Flareon gasped for breath and launched into a furious tirade:
“What do you think you’re going to accomplish? Ransom? Fine; my agency will pay top coin to get me back. But you’d better not waste any time if you know what’s good for you, and you’d also better not touch a hair on my head, you hear me?”
A coarse chuckle ran through the onlooking pokemon; at the camp’s periphery, Grime dragged up the cart, and the Salandit headed over to poke through the crates alongside him. Zev strolled over to Nuvali and squatted down in front of him, grinning a toothy grin.
“Now, that’s not quitehow things’re gonna go,” Zev said, resting his elbows on his knees. “We’ve been promised a generous reward for yeh—not often we get contracted to pre-abduct a mon without draggin’ ‘im to the slave markets!” A chill settled on Nuvali at that; he’d heard of such clandestine deals, but had always thought them to be exaggerations.
“For… for me, specifically?” he said, momentarily put off-balance. But then he redeployed his usual cocky confidence. Ruffians like this would only respect one thing: a dominant attitude. “Well, your client has good taste, then! But my agency will pay even better, and I’m a local star whose disappearance will be noticed! This won’t go well for you, so best just turn me over for ransom instead.”
For some reason, this prompted a dark, knowing chuckle from the onlooking bandits, as if sharing a private joke. “Your agency, you say,” Zev taunted. “You keep sayin’ that like it’s worth consideration. No, pet, our client will pay us nicely for your delivery—but he was mighty insistent, like. He told us how cocky and confident and self-assured you were. So he even told me n’the boys we could sample the goods, as it were.” Zev rose and to his dismay, Nuvali realized that a thick red cock was beginning to poke out of the Zangoose’s white, furry sheath. “He wants us to deliver you pre-broken for him.”
Oh fuck.
“Don’t you dare,” Nuvali spat at Zev as he strolled around behind him. He tried to rise but cords around his paws left him struggling in the dust. “Hey—hey! My body’s a prime item, worth loads! No filthy bandit is going to get to sully it! You hear me?”
Zev grabbed the base of Nuvali’s tail and yanked it aside, making the Flareon squeal from the rough handling. His ass was obvious and enticing in the firelight, and Zev snickered, hefting his cock with his other hand.
“Now ain’t that a pretty sight?” he mused, grinning. “Such a curvy, enticing guy! Who could say no to that?” The hand holding Nuvali’s tail drifted lower, squeezing and holding tight around the Flareon’s generous rump. “Guys like you make me glad I stopped lying to myself.” Nuvali tried to wriggle out of his grasp, and Zev tightened his grip, making his captive moan. “And you think I’m a ‘filthy bandit’? Now that’s just mean-spirited. No wonder our client wants you pre-broken. Don’t worry, though, I’ll be happy to do it for him—and teach you a lesson you clearly need.” Applying pressure, he pushed Nuvali’s rump out of the way, spreading the generous cheeks to reveal his perfect little bussy—something that plenty of mons had grown jealous over.
Nuvali moaned again, dismayed at the sensation he felt but unable to stop himself from feedback. Still, he glanced his dulcet eyes over his shoulder to glare at the Zangoose. “You’re gonna—regretthis—” He promised darkly.
Zev just grinned and maneuvered his cock to Nuvali’s backdoor. Then, holding there for a few seconds, he pressed deeper.
The Flareon moaned loudly as his ass spread around the invading member. He’d bottomed for plenty of guys before, but always ones he’d chosen who met his tastes. He’d never had something forcedon him like this, and the indignation of such a situation was palpable; he felt it burning humiliatingly inside of him. And yet, there was pleasure, too. Because he did enjoy having his asshole plundered.
As Zev pushed inside, making him stretch, Nuvali pressed his paws into the dirt and clung to that idea that he liked it; he was sure that Zylo would mount a rescue for his top model when it was obvious what’d happened, and then these bandits would be captured and brought to justice. In the meantime, he could just ride it out and consider it like—like the very enjoyable, rough sex that he sometimes fantasized about! How about that?
In response, he pushed back against Zev, letting his ass slide along Zev’s long length and shuddering as he felt himself tighten and spread around him. The Zangoose crowed in delight: “Hey boys, this one’s actively working t’get fucked by me! Seems his little hole appreciates having a real man inside ‘im.”
Nuvali released a sputtering sound of pleasure. The low ache of spreading around an invading shaft had bloomed into something else, something that rocked through his core and spurred a heat that was wholly distinct from the fire that burned in his species. Still, he didn’t want to just be passive, just takingwhat these ruffians had to give him. His pride, if nothing else, told him that he had to do more.
“Y-You think… you’re enough to bring me to heel?” Nuvali challenged. “Haah… I’m not afraid! I’m… g-gonna enjoy the pleasure yougive me, and then… when you’re caught, you’ll get put away and I’ll go back to b-being a star!” Zev rammed inside of him, making his body spread wide, and he flexed desperately, crooning as he did. His voice pitched high: “S-So enjoy being myt-toy… bandit!”
Some of the surrounding bandits looked shocked, perhaps even afraid of how Zev might react, but the Zangoose just snickered in Nuvali’s ear. “Oh, you think you’re hot stuff, don’t you?” he challenged. “I’ve met mons before, such big talkers…” He bucked in harder, so deep that Nuvali almost thought he could feel his belly distending around Zev’s shaft. The hard warmth of Zev’s knot was tight against his sore hole. “You think that you saying you like getting rutted by me is insulting? Don’t make me laugh.” He yanked hard on Nuvali’s ear, prompting a sharp yipe from the Flareon, and coupled that with another piston thrust. The sensation nearly left Nuvali’s eyes fluttering. He’d taken big guys before, and ones with hefty stamina, and yet… something about Zev was different. He could feel the tempo dial up, becoming almost relentless in how it slammed into him.
“Nrrf…” he moaned, grunting against the soil. Almost worse than the sheer indignity of his situation was the fact that he was being rutted on the ground, mussing up his pristine coat and ruining his gorgeous outfit! Couldn’t these bandits at least behave themselves enough to not roll around in the dirt? And if not, why’d they have to bring him down to their level?
“I’m not offended you like my cock,” Zev continued, his taunt rich and confident. “You think I don’t know I’m a good lay? You think I don’t take pridein it? Having little captives like you enjoy sex just proves to me that I’m as impressive and virile as I’d hoped. You can call me your ‘bandit toy’ all you want—it won’t change the reality of your situation. Of the fact that you’re the one caught, and you’re having sex on my timetable, and that there’s nothing! You! Can do about it!”
Every emphasized word was punctuated by a tremendous thrust from Zev, his cock rushing in so far and so fast that Nuvali wasn’t even given a moment’s rest. And what was worse was that he found himself growing even more distracted by the moment.
His own cock was responding. It was average-sized, nothing like Zev’s, and normally uncut and tucked near his fuzzy red balls. But the more and more that his ass was being plundered by Zev, the more that his cock began to stiffen. It sprang from his sheath, his balls tightening as he grew harder and harder. The stiffness of it all was prevalent underneath his torso, a distracting firmness that refused to abate or diminish.
He grew harder—and harder still. Grunting, panting, the gorgeous model couldn’t help himself. He began swiveling his own hips back and forth, humping the air as he rode out the sensation. By now, his whole body was quavering with stimulus; he felt ready to collapse into weakness and just let Zev continue rutting him. It took all his focus and whatever scraps of composure remained to keep himself even partially braced against the ground.
But Nuvali’s overstimulation and performance did not go unnoticed. Grime, the Croagunk, approached and jabbed a finger at the Flareon’s lower body. “Hey, look!” he said in his dry, raspy voice. “He evidently likes getting used by you, boss Zev. He’s even harder than you are!”
The onlooking bandits all chortled in mockery, and Zev himself matched their laughter from behind, a laugh rolling through his rich chest. “Well, so he is,” he said. “That another part of how you’re ‘using’ me, slut? Tied up, helpless, your powers locked away from the Nullify Bandana, and hard—and you’re the one calling the shots, is that right?”
Nuvali opened his mouth to backbite the contemptuous Zangoose, but Zev matched him with a ferocious thrust. The fat knot teased against Nuvali’s ass and even pushed inside a centimeter or two; he gasped, shocked, as he saw stars, his vision watering. A high, keening whine pulled from his lips. He was unable to stop it.
After a moment, Zev pulled back and Nuvali almost didn’t want him to—he almost wanted Zev to go all the way so that Nuvali himself could cum as powerfully as he had ever hoped for in his life. But he mustered enough self-control to speak: “You’re going to… r-regret this… I’m a star… they’ll come for me…”
Zev guffawed again as if at a private joke, the sound echoed by the other bandits. Nuvali wasn’t sure what, exactly, they found so hilarious.
“Oh,” said Zev, “I don’t think they’ll come for you. Instead, you’ll cum for them—again, and again, whenever they want you to. Isn’t that right boys?” he roared.
As the bandits raised their voices in cheer, Zev chortled and then slammed in again. His knot met Nuvali’s ass again and this time he didn’t abate. He roughly knuckledit in and Nuvali’s green eyes widened as he felt every single push of it, his body forcing itself to accept the incoming pressure…
Finally, Zev had Nuvali’s ass knotted, and that was enough. The femboy Flareon collapsed, strength finally giving out, and he twitched, moaning softly as he came. His hard shaft tensed and then pulsed underneath his belly, painting his underside with sticky cum. The other bandits all noticed the white fluid pooling around underneath him, and they pointed and jeered at him, some going out of their way to taunt the “prettyboy model” for making such an undignified mess underneath himself.
Zev was cumming, too. The fat knot in Nuvali’s ass tensed and then jetted spunk into the Flareon. He groaned as he felt it spatter against his insides. Nuvali’s body bounded with orgasm and he could barely keep it together; he shot as contemptuous a glare as he could at the other pokemon. He loathed them for what they were doing; for being so coarse and rough and unwashed and daring to behave like this around a gorgeous standout like him.
And it wasn’t even the end of his indignities. As Zev settled playfully against Nuvali’s butt, slapping the generous, rippling ass with one white-furred paw, he called out to Mortar, the Sandshrew, and invited him to use Nuvali’s mouth. The Flareon growled as the smaller mon approached, warning that anything he stuck in there was liable to get bit off.
Mortar snorted, hefting his own cock in hand and pushing it dangerously close to Nuvali’s muzzle. “Yeah, sure,” he mocked. “As if a primadonna like you would be able to bring yourself to try anything more dangerous than mouthing off.”
Zev’s grip on his ass tightened and Nuvali felt the Zangoose’s claws dig intimidatingly against his delicate flesh. “Go ahead,” Zev said in a soft, too-congenial voice. “Test us. See what happens. Now, open up…”
Flushed and humiliated, Nuvali realized that they were right—he didn’t have it in him to provoke obvious retaliation. With Zev’s claws guaranteeing a poor time if he did otherwise, he opened his mouth.
And as he would soon learn, Mortar’s was just the second of many cocks he would service that night.
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Nuvali promised himself the next day that he would hold out until rescue came—and then the day after. And the day after.
But yet, oddly, no one arrived to help.
Disquiet began to churn within the Flareon as he was leashed, shackled, and led around the bandits’ camp like a personal pet. They all enjoyed mocking him, pointing out how the ritzy model had become a sullied plaything. They weren’t wrong there; while Zev himself was the one who had the most ‘fun’ with their new captive (and in fact, Nuvali often spent the night with Zev in the latter’s tent; these nights were usually sleepless and left him feeling weak and sore), every single one of the bandits had managed to force their way into either of his holes sooner or later. He spent his time sore on both ends, the taste of cum in his mouth—tangy and salty and almost a little bitter—and the alien warmness of it in his ass almost growing to become second nature to him. It was a perpetual indignity.
Nuvali’s uncertainty grew, and his inner fire began to waver, as days passed. He could understand one day before a rescue attempt, even two—but even more arrived, and the bandits didn’t even seem worried. They weren’t moving camp to dodge pursuers or acting frightened of being captured. In fact, if anything, from as far as Nuvali could tell, they were actually bringing him closerto the very city that had been his destination.
One afternoon, while he was laying on his side and trying to ignore the fluttering sense of disquiet in his heart, he decided to confront his captives as best he could. “What, are you taking me to the place I meant to go?” he challenged, pitching his voice high. The bandits, who’d been quietly discussing amongst themselves, stopped and turned to him. “Just a personal delivery service? Heh!”
Most of the ruffians rolled their eyes and turned away, but Zev snickered and motioned at his Salandit companion, Jasper. “Say, Jasper buddy,” he said in a smoothy contemptuous voice. “Why don’t you go fuck our little firebrand’s ass, huh?”
“Mmm… you sure you don’t want me t’plug that mouth of his instead?” Jasper asked, scratching his chin.
Zev chuckled. “Oh, I’m sure. Don’t worry, he’ll get shut up soon enough.”
With a gleeful sneer, Jasper rose, stretched, and then headed for Nuvali. The gorgeous Flareon glared daggers at Zev, and grunted as he felt the smaller reptile mount him from behind. Jasper’s familiar paws scrabbled at his ass, desperate to force apart Nuvali’s cheeks and allow him entry.
“I’m supposed to be intimidated by the same thing you’ve been doing to me?!” Nuvali challenged. “Just more of the—ngaah—the s-same? I don’t feel any—hmmmfh—worse off than before…” Though his protests were undercut slightly by the sense of Jasper’s spire plunging into him—Jasper was the smallest of all the bandits, but could still make Nuvali squeal with his surprisingly relentless stamina—he remained defiant. “I thought you were supposed to break me, huh? Well, it’ll take—gmaah—m-more than just the same old stuff!”
Still wearing that same joyless smile, Zev rose with a wordless gait and strolled towards his tent. Then, when he returned, he was holding a creased flyer in his paw. “I’m going to show you this,” he said congenially, “and I want you to tell me what you see.” He unflapped the flyer in his paw. “Go ahead.”
Still with his teeth gritted from the attention Jasper was giving him, trying to ride out the sensations, Nuvali stared at the flyer—and paused in disbelief.
The flyer advertised an upcoming fashion show, indeed the very show that Nuvali himself had been returning to the city to attend as the headliner—but there was no mention of him on the flyer at all, even though every single artisan there was listed. And the centerpiece? An exuberant, familiar-looking, slender, effeminate male Vaporeon.
“Wait… Keska?” Nuvali said, confused. “But I—I don’t—grrraaahh—” He cut off with a pant as Jasper inadvertently pushed right past his prostate. He slumped over, shivering, feeling overwhelmed and defeated. With a low groan, he rested his cheek against the ground. “Wh-where…” he managed to get out.
Zev just chuckled. “Where’d I get it? Silly creature. I think a better question would be when. After all, weren’t you supposed to be the big headliner? Weren’t you supposed to be the one drawing attention to this event? So why aren’t you front-and-center of the advertisement?”
Jasper continued to thrust inside of him; it was so hard, so regular, it made it hard to think. “It… makes sense the agency would focus on, on removing me from the image since I’m… missing…”
“Tsk-tsk-tsk.” Zev wagged one mocking finger at him. “Not thinking it through, I see. You’ve been with us ever since you went missing. So when did we have the opportunity to pick up the paper?”
Nuvali’s eyes widened as he realized exactly what Zev was getting at. His voice choked in shock and dismay, and Jasper laughed at him.
“Haahahahaahhahah! Hey boss! I think he’s finally gettin’ it!”
“Perhaps so.” Zev waited with one hand clasping the parchment. “It doesn’t seem like they expected you there, does it? It seems like your beloved agency, the people you think are going to come rescue you, were expecting you to never show up.”
Nuvali swallowed. It couldn’t be. It couldn’t.
Zev put away the flyer, continuing to lock eyes with his quarry. “Let me tell you a story. A story about an entitled, bratty, needy Flareon who pissed off everyone around him to the point they sold him out.”
“No…”
“This Flareon was pretty, sure, and a big earner for his agency. He ended up being on top. But that gave him a swelled head, it did, and pretty soon he started acting out of line.”
“You’re lying…”
“He started actively sabotaging other workers. Making obscene demands of his bosses. Openly talking with contempt at townsfolk and onlookers and the hired help! Before long, word started to spread about his bad attitude. The agency found it hard to snap up new talent, and difficult to expand into new markets—all because of the nasty attitude of its main ‘star’.”
Nuvali’s heart hammered in his chest. This couldn’t be happening. It couldn’t! “You’re lying!” he shouted. Behind him, Jasper continued to plunge inside, again and again, but Nuvali barely even noticed. It was as if he’d entered a trance.
“One day there was a cute Vaporeon who was snapped up by the agency,” Zev continued, talking over Nuvali. “He ended up being just as popular as the Flareon had been starting out—maybe even more so. He was something of a rising star, set to unseat the Flareon.”
“Keska was NEVER as popular as me!”
“But the Flareon couldn’t have that, oh no. He was very cruel to the Vaporeon and made him cry. That night, the Vaporeon went crying to his boss, a big burly Garchomp.”
Nuvali swallowed again. Zylo…
“The Vaporeon told the Garchomp he didn’t want to work anymore, but the Garchomp didn’t have any of it. He found an excuse to send the bullying Flareon out to the fringes, out of the way, while he reworked the Vaporeon into his top star. But then, that was only going to be a temporary fix. He needed something else done.”
Oh Arceus.
“Don’t say it,” Nuvali choked. He dreaded to hear what he’d already put together—the real origin of the mysterious person who’d paid Zev to abduct and break him.
“He needed this Flareon to disappear and take all the bad blood he’d engendered with him.”
“Please don’t…”
“So with some of his contacts, he reached out to a certain strapping bandit. He could guarantee the Flareon would be alone on a certain road with incompetent help. If the Flareon could be taken, and broken, then the bandits could return him to the agency all nice and broken-in, and the bandits would get paid a lot of coin for it. To sweeten the deal, the Garchomp even offered a special Nullify Bandana just for them to use to keep their capture in line.” Zev reached over and twigged one finger against the bandana which had never left Nuvali’s muzzle. “Sound familiar?”
Nuvali didn’t say anything in response. He couldn’t. He was just so shocked—so desperate. All the while, the traitorous ache of his ass being used continued to strum through him. His body was responding to his mistreatment in predictable fashion.
Zev smiled at him. “Hopefully now you understand why it was so very funny for us whenever you brought up the agency or dear Zylo. After all, the people whom you think are going to rescue you are the very ones paying for us to break you in the first place.”
Any snarky comeback from Nuvali was cut off by the sense of Jasper slamming in him, holding there, filling him with cum. He sighed in a defeated fashion and Zev rose, rolling his shoulders. “Well,” he noted. “We’re heading to the city you love so much, and when we do, we’re going to offload you. So rejoice, you little brat! You’ll get to spend time with your beloved Zylo again pretty soon.”
As Jasper leapt off of Nuvali, Zev grabbed him by the scruff and yanked him up. He dragged him over to where the rest of the bandits were waiting, gathered around in a coarse, lewd fashion. Nuvali didn’t even care. All thoughts of rescue had vanished, and he now realized that he was no longer going to be the big star he considered himself.
In fact, as the bandits set about mobbing him, cocks jabbing and voices jeering, he intuited that this was only the start of a precipitous fall.
I do think the ability to emoji-react is a net win for human communication. not only does it give you an outlet for 'I see and acknowledge this but don't have a verbal response' but it also adds a pleasing alethiometer element to things
my coworker announces that he's off to the dentist. someone reacts with a tooth emoji. is this a statement of dentist solidarity? a wish for my coworker to return with more (or fewer?) teeth than he set out with? simple word association? who can say
You gotta be really publicly passionate about things if you want your friends to text you. Bc people will forget to text you because they’re human. But if you’re really openly the friend who loves identifying ants your friends will think of you when they see ants. And they’ll text you “what ant is this [blurry photo]”. And then they’ll ask you how you’ve been and we should get coffee sometime. But if they don’t know what you love they’ll never know what you like
And then when the ant convention is in town they’ll be like dude… we should go to the ant convention. But they would never think to go if they didn’t know u loved ants
genuinely I'm so sick of people wanting all fiction to be ethical. can we all just get a little gross with it. the point of fiction is that it's not real. we can be unethical in fiction; same goes with being perverted with fiction, being unrealistic with fiction, and being grotesque with fiction. not all fiction has to be ethical, not every character has to be ethical, and that's okay. can we stop with the puritanism. be gross. be unrealistic. be whatever. if I don't like it it's not my business as long as we're all clear that its fictional.
life pro tip: if you happen to be considering purchasing an LG TV or monitor, you possibly want to pick something else! and if you have an LG monitor that has not been plugged into anything in a while, you might want to leave it that way!
if you already have an LG monitor or TV or intend to buy one, you probably want to watch this video and keep an eye on gamers nexus for updates (or anyone else covering the LG spying situation):
posted july 16 2026
LG is doing some bad things. how bad? well. here are some very brief bullet points. I am not an expert, gamers nexus is, see the video for more information than this:
LG monitors (brand new and years old, cheap and expensive) auto-install LG's own adware-spyware called LG Monitor App onto windows 10 and 11 computers. you plug in an LG monitor for video output and this gets installed automatically. no hitting OK, no confirmation, no toggles, NOTHING.
the auto-installed LG Monitor App auto-grants itself access to your internet connection and ALL computer resources. the LG Monitor App has the ability to collect: geolocation data, device data, personal information, online activity data, contact data, and more!
...and it shows pop-up ads! because fuck you
on some affected versions of windows, auto-installed shitware like the LG Monitor App can be prevented by navigating to gpedit.msc -> computer configuration -> administrative templates -> system -> device installation -> prevent automatic download of applications associated with metadata
...but, if your LG monitor already installed the LG Monitor App, this is like closing the barn door after the horse got out. and that horse has the logs of everything you were doing on your computer! someone stop that fucking horse!!!
unrelated to the LG Monitor App, many LG TV owners are now required to tell all household members and guests that their LG TV is recording and processing ALL nearby voices. or else they may be in violation of local eavesdropping and wiretapping laws. for owning a fucking LG TV.
plus, how many businesses, workplaces, public spaces use LG TVs?
allegedly the microphone spying can be turned off by disabling microphone features, but LG has been caught disregarding opt-out settings before.
LG TVs can record everything that happens on the TV, including the video output of connected devices like phones, computers, gaming consoles, anything that happens on the TV screen.
LG was sued for their spying, and as a result of that spying suit, now shows pop-ups saying oops! they got caught spying and intend to continue spying. thanks for buying LG!
as of when the video was posted, there was no list of every spying LG monitor or TV. but this stuff is getting rolled out to more and more LG devices, including those purchased years ago.
and that is the shortest summary I can make of this situation without just summarizing more of the gamers nexus video.
Update: We are working on a follow-up to the LG story and have some disturbing findings re: LG's products. It will take us a while to parse
⬆️posted july 23 2026
gamers nexus is fairly respected in technology journalism. they fly around the world investigating companies that fuck people over and have pressured major companies to make major changes over the years.
so for gamers nexus to say that this LG spying situation is both unprecedented in how uniquely bad it is in this era of spying, and that it gets even worse than their video where they already say to stop buying and using LG products while recanting every prior recommendation for LG products?
