#mutt posting

[dog-down-bad]

two puppyboys rutting against and biting at each other except one of them is genuinely trying to eat the other and you can’t tell which is which

[i-s-0-p-0-d]

Ooh sounds fun. What snacks did you get? I’ve also been smoking quite a lot. Do you just smoke or do other drugs too?

got a few candy bars, chips, n some kitty food for the strays !! i only smoke weed, but i have a pipe that looks like a cigarette so sometimes i like to pretend lol. wbu ??

i’m curious to know about my first anon :00

[i-s-0-p-0-d]

Well if you’re not too busy right now you should tell me about your day

not at all!! went to the store a little bit ago and got some snacks, other than that i’ve just been smoking💚💚

[i-s-0-p-0-d]

Hello hello am I muted

no, not muted, just been at work, promise !!!

[coyotegirl69ing]

A piercing, even after a good long time of healing, may still excrete puss and need regular cleaning. That’s how your nipple piercings were until you joined up and the drill sergeants made you remove them. It wasn’t healthy for life in the barracks. Your handler once lamented this, stating, “your tits would looked great with those silver bars.” You guess she must think silver is a really good color on you, in you, becoming more of you than flesh. You can’t properly clean around the implants. You paw at them to relieve the irritation, trying to find a surface to rub against when that fails. You have complained about it. Your handler made them remove your voice box. It’s digital now and with a handy switch to silence you. She could’ve given you a muzzle instead. You wish she had.

It’s been weeks since you’ve been let out. You don’t know why. Nobody has come to speak to you. Maybe they know you couldn’t respond if they did, or maybe they don’t care about the mutt in its kennel. Your only interaction has been when food is slid under the door. You don’t think about what’s in the food. It’s slop and the only thing you get for the day. Your stomach still aches for more. They didn’t bring more water. Your head hurts. All of you hurts. You try to stop thinking for the day. It almost works.

You stopped counting time. It was too hard in the windowless room, cage, whatever. You reek so badly it disgusts you. Your new nose doesn’t seem to grow ignorant to the scent. They haven’t fed you in a while and your water bowl is dry. You’re thankful, laying on the floor in exhaustion, to hear a familiar creaking from the ceiling. Water blasts you once again. It’s like heaven pissing on you and you lap it up. You don’t care how much you breathe in. The water stops, the door unlocks, and your handler walks in.

“You missed your deadline,” she coos glaring down at you. You can only pant in response.

“You won’t be getting those prosthetics today.”

You whimper your retort.

“But I’ll get you something even better if you do well today. Now, let’s get you ready.”

She jabs a needle into the port on your chest. It feels like a stimulant the way it burns through your veins. You feel alive again. A leash clicks onto the metal of your throat and you’re pulled out of that putrid kennel. You won’t be going back in.

Down the hallway, people stare and you don't recognize any of them. Even if you knew them before you wouldn't be able to. You don't look at their faces. They don't recognize you either. The pounding of your heart reverberates in your ears. You need to run. You need to bound across some great expanse to free yourself of this painful energy. But you stay in step with your handler. As close to lock step that you're capable of. You get to the hangar and begin to climb the stairs. Your paw catches somewhere, you can't feel where, and you slip down a few steps. The leash pulls taught. Handler didn't give permission, so she kicks you down the rest of the way. She tells you to get back up. Then, she tells you to hand her the leash. Once you get to the top your mech, open and waiting, sits just out of reach. Your head is fuzzy from the fall and your limbs still ache and creek. Your handler doesn't like this and stabs another stimulant dose into your port. You jump right into the pilot's slot. Your heart was going to pop before but now it's going to explode. She plugs you in and whispers in your ear, "Fetch," before closing you in. A blip lights up on your radar. You run before the hangar door opens all the way, taking the bottom of it with you.

If your tongue was long enough it would be lulling out of your mouth as you pant. It's a hot day in the mech. You don't remember it being summer yet. You shake the thought away and focus on the task ahead of you. The horizon drops off for a moment before a building rises into view. The target is inside. It's close. You're close to it. You're ready, even with the pain growing in your chest and head and just about every damn part of yourself. You pounce to rip the building to shreds, but a popping noise comes from within you. You don't know where, you can't feel it. You can't feel anything. Your mech crashes into the building before going limp in the wreckage. You breathe quick and shallow for hours. Nobody was in the building. You don't know what you were supposed to grab. A helicopter comes to pick you up after the sun has set and the temperature plumets. You shiver on the ride back to base. Handler says you got the target, but that you catastrophically fucked up everything else. She tells you that this was your last chance to prove you were still a good mutt, a good soldier, but you aren't. You aren't her good mutt anymore. They're discharging you.

[anatomicallyatrawberry]

I really like dudes in uniforms, especially if theirs a tie involved in said uniform. its so inherently dog coded like; yes good boy! your so well behaved for wearing the special outfit for your important tasks! how obedient!! and then you can pull them around by their ties, leading them around where ever I want; and then getting to re-adjust it afterwards so its in place again, taking my time ensuring its nice and snug around his neck once again <3333

(all while he's noticeably restraining himself from making out with me)

[yoursweetcorpse]

nobody move I just thought about mutt4mutt marking and frotting oh my god

[partyzafterdark]

I’m not saying I’m a freak, but being left in the car like some sorta guard dog has me feeling something. That’s for sure.