I know requests are closed, I know, I know. This isnât a request itâs justâŚ.a thought. An important thought. Because owner!ryland (you write him way way way too well) with puppy!reader andâŚ.pussy inspection. Scratch that, just hole inspection in general. Like this man is a scientist. Heâs gonna go overboard in pretending your cunt is a little experiment for him to indulge in.
Okay so this ask made me FERAL wow. This is perfect so Iâm giving you guys TWO Ryland Puppy play in the span of a few hours. This one is a shortie but I couldnât NOT!!!
NSFW UNDER THE CUT!! F! Reader. Iâm fairly certain this counts as some kind of medplay, which Iâm not well versed in, so Iâm tagging it just in case.
The apartment is quiet, evening settling in softly and dousing the living room in orange light from the setting sun.
Youâre bent over Rylandâs lap as he slips on a pair of powder blue medical gloves. Heâs wearing a simple, tight-fitting black shirt and grey sweats, in contrast to your naked body with nothing but your collar around your neck.
âEasy, puppy,â he murmurs, voice warm and low. His gloved hand, clinical yet so intimate, rests on the small of your back. âStay still for me. Good girl.â
You twitch as you feel his fingers spreading you open, slow and deliberate. Two cool digits part your folds with gentle authority, exposing your slick pussy to his gaze.
The cold material against your heated skin makes you whimper.
His other hand comes up to your hair, petting it gently as his fingers continue to tease your cunt. They ghost over your clit, dragging down to your hole and pressing against it gently before moving away.
âYouâre so wet, pup,â he chuckles. âAlways so desperate for me, arenât you?â
You whine, pushing your hips back against his hand, urging him to hurry up.
He laughs and taps your ass lightly, shaking his head. âNone of that. Let me look.â His voice is firm, but full of amused affection.
He traces your entrance with one thick finger, just studying the way slick builds up from such simple touch. You flush and duck your head, slightly embarrassed by how easy it is for him to get you like this.
He pulls his hand back to admire the shine coating the latex before continuing to tease, circling your clit slowly and then moving back down to your hole.
He finally presses one finger in to the second knuckle, watching as you squirm on his lap, even the tiny stretch making your pussy clench.
âStay still,â he says, pulling his finger out. âOr you wonât get anything today.â
You still immediately, almost holding your breath until he slips two fingers inside, spreading you open carefully. The sensation makes you moan, pressing your face into the couch cushion.
âLook at this pretty little hole,â he breathes, scissoring his fingers. âSo eager to take me.â
Your thighs shake as he works you open with slow, thorough strokes, never rushing. He presses a third finger in after five minutes, smiling as you clench hard around them.
âGood girl. Feel how easily youâre taking my fingers? Greedy little thing.â
You push back, desperate for more, and he hums in disapproval. âBehave.â
His fingers curl against your g-spot, doing a come hither motion that has you mewling helplessly.
âRyland,â you gasp. âPleaseââ
He tugs at your hair, just enough to make you inhale sharply.
âHush, pup. Just let me play with whatâs mine a little longer.â
I might write more of this at some point but thatâs it for today!!! <3333
you wake up to harsh fluorescent white lights burning into your eyes, and you immediately have to squint.
âŚwhere are you? your head hurts. you move to sit up, but youâre brought to a jerking halt by cold metal restraints trapping your torso and wrists. your disorientation fades fast, and panic creeps into its place.
âdonât bother,â I tell you, my tone clinical and detached. âunless you can bend steel, youâre not going anywhere.â
you freak out, having not noticed my presence. Iâm looming over you in a white coat. you ask me whatâs going on, looking around⌠you realize this must be some kind of lab. who am I? whatâs happening?
I sigh, and then I say your name. no, not the one youâve been using latelyâ the one you chose for yourself, and then left behind.
âyou havenât taken your hormones in months, kid. why is that?â I ask.
what? how do I know that? and why on earth is it my business? nevertheless, you explain that you changed your mindâ you werenât trans after all.
I frown. âyouâre telling me you gave up? no, no. thatâs not gonna work. thereâs too much riding on this.â
what?
âlisten, itâs nothing personal. Iâm just doing my job,â I shrug. âbut hey, now you donât have to deal with the burden of guilt. think of this as a do-over. just⌠get it right this time, or youâll end up back in here.â
I walk over to a nearby desk and retrieve a needle. your eyes widen, and you flail about to the best of your ability. for the first time since you got here, my expression changes: Iâm smiling.
âyouâre cuteâŚâ I mumble. âyou kinda make me wanna hurt you. but donât give me an excuse to do that, ok? just be good, and youâll be fine. go back to the dosage you were on before, and I promise youâll never see me again.â I lean in closer. âand stop using your deadname. it doesnât suit you at all.â
thatâs the last thing you remember before blacking out again. was that a dream, orâŚ?
Me pretending not to hear my classmate whispering my name in an exam because we all had the option to study.
Also,
I'm not selling my morals for someone who doesn't even talk with me all year but calls me 'bro' in exam hall.
Also,
I probably don't know a lot of answers, but I'm going to own it. I'll be responsible for my own failure. I'm not going to ask around shameless.
Also,
It's not even a win-win. It's a win-lose. I'm getting nothing if I tell him that answer. But I'm going to face consequences if I get caught. I'm not going to face consequences of someone else not studying. I have to face consequences of me not studying.
Nonsexual nudity is great. I raise to you nonsexual exploration of Whumpee's body.
Medical Whump: Whumpee is the perfect patient for Dr. Whumper's experiments, so whumpee is thoroughly examined every day. Dr. Whumper pokes, prods, and feels inside Whumpee's orifices with distant, gloved hands. Like Whumpee is a disease that can't be touched, but will be studied.
Pet Whump: Prospective buyers seek certain sizes, shapes, and colors, same as they do with any domestic pet. Of course Whumpees are always pet, told to sit, and walked around on leashes. But let's not forget, too, the "backyard breeders" who check how well Whumpee will be able to make a litter for them to sell. Piercings that indicate if a pet is spayed or neutered
Beast of Burden Whump: Hnnnnngh, this one is the best. Whumpee forced into so many burdened positions to ensure they're up to the task. Biceps squeezed, bodies forced down, mouths checked to be sure Whumpers can force in bit gags that act as reins. Kicked down and whipped to make sure they go faster when prodded to because dumb beasts don't understand orders. (Branding?!?!?!)
⨠Nonsexual Body Exploration â¨
