Blindfolding a girl and taking her up into the mountain woods... only to proceed to strip her, take off the blindfold, and whisper "Run or get raped..." in her ear.
If I win, I get to slam fuck your tight cunt until I flood your womb with tgirl spunk ^×^
And if you win you get to lick my divine balls and shaft until you can't help yourself anymore and throat my massive bitchbreaker while gulping down my thick seed~
house centipedegirl who tries to flirt with you by dropping off the ceiling and falling into your cleavage while youre leaning back in your chair. do you guys like that? its my reality
house centipedegirl who tries to flirt with you by dropping off the ceiling and falling into your cleavage while youre leaning back in your chair. do you guys like that? its my reality
house centipedegirl who tries to flirt with you by dropping off the ceiling and falling into your cleavage while youre leaning back in your chair. do you guys like that? its my reality
Briony's body swayed gently back and forth in the warm breeze. E took a slow, steady breath in, feeling the webbing of the harness clutch eir body and press into em as e inhaled. Eir legs tensed and relaxed as e tested the strength of the silk frogtie sleeves that e already knew were too strong to break. Eir hands wiggled behind em for purchase on something, anything to free emself, but it was no use when they were wrapped in tight mitts and hooked close to each other.
E couldn't see anything, not with the adhesive blindfold covering eir eyes, but e knew the view of the lake was lovely in the afternoon, and the woods around it were just the kind of place a person - no, a xenosophont, a pet - would not be easily seen. Even with the bright spots on eir half-insectile moth-firefly body lit up fiercely with eir flustered excitement, nobody would find em unless they knew where e was.
E could have called for help, of course, but what was the use of that? This was the Affini Compact. If help was coming, it would have already been here. If Briony was strung up in a loosely-bound, helpless package, right out in a public space, helpless and squirming and unable to escape, well… maybe there was a good reason for that.
Maybe e was tied up and dangling from a tree because e liked that. Maybe calling for help wouldn't work, because in their cores, the Affini Compact knew that it was good for their pets to be helpless.
Maybe calling for help wouldn't work mostly because of the thick flowery gag with puffy pink petals that had expanded to lodge itself firmly into eir mouth, preventing more than a few muffled moans from escaping eir throat.
And maybe calling for help wouldn't work, because eir Owner was away. E felt the gentle, pulsing reassurance of eir Owner's love resting cozily in eir spine, but for today, Owner was occupied with clerk's meetings. It had offered to bring em with, but that would have involved far, far too much affini attention. So e had the day all to emself. It felt weird, not fearing its intrusion into eir every moment. But it did give em a chance to try something e hadn't ever had a chance to try by emself.
Maybe nobody was coming to help, because e had done this to emself.
E twisted eir body back and forth, just a little too much, feeling that slow slippery heat filling eir body with embarrassed pleasure. This was by eir own design. E wanted this. E let emself roll eir hips and chest in slow, torrid squirms, and hummed uselessly into eir gag, flexing eir hands in the mitts, pushing against soft silken restraints.
And for a while, e allowed emself to be stuck, captive to eir own desires, and squirming for an escape e knew e could never achieve.
At least, not until the timer on the harness let em go after a reasonable amount of time. Briony wasn't so cooked on the Compact that e would put emself into a predicament like this without knowing it would end somehow, after all. E wasn't-
Footsteps. E heard the faint, rhythmic rustle of feet on grass. Not an affini, e would have felt one's electrochemical core rhythms coming before e ever heard them.
"Mmmph?" e called out, as loud as the gag permitted. Whoever it was did not answer. E heard their footsteps stop, just to one side of em. "Mmmph. Mmm mm-km." E tried to wave with eir mitts to shoo the person away, but e couldn't quite manage it.
A hand touched Briony's protruding bug-butt, and e emitted a high-pitched squawk of alarm. "Mm-mm! Mm-mmm!" e exclaimed, shaking eir head back and forth vigorously.
"Shhhh," the voice whispered, and gently pet the top of eir rear end. Not sexual, not suggestive, just a comforting petting. E had lived in the Affini Compact enough to learn many different kinds of pets. Some were much more lascivious than others. This was just nice.
"Mmmmm?" e still mumbled, still partway horrified to know e had been found.
"You're safe, little bug. Safe, loved, and home, right?" the strangely familiar whisper replied. Briony felt fingers run through the short, soft fur along the back of eir thighs and eir sides where the harness wasn't gripping. E whimpered at the touch, and tension crept through eir body in waves from up in eir shoulders to down through eir toes.
"That's right. Just relax."
Briony's breath quickened and shallowed at the voice. But as the hands gently ran down eir back and sides, e couldn't help but loosen and relax into the gentle touch. There was no point in escape, and there was no point in alarm. If it was happening in the Affini Compact, it was good for em. There were no bad surprises, after all.
The hands reached eir head, and carded long, rounded nails through eir hair and into eir scalp. A shaky whine leaked out of eir throat, and e couldn't help but push eir head further into the touch.
E could smell the floret now. She smelled earthy, and musky, and heavy with coffee and pollen, and all too familiar. Wait.
"Mph Kph?!" e mumbled through the gag. "Mph Kph iffat ymm?"
"Hey buuuug." the voice giggled, and careful fingers peeled the blindfold off of Briony's eyes with a damp, tacky thwippp. "Enjoying yourself, are you?" Miss Keet Prosopis, Eighth Floret, beamed her wide smile at em. She was hunched over to put her face level with eir own, dark-haired, bronze-skinned, and full of joyful menace.
"Mmmph." Briony grimaced at eir best friend, pinnate, and fondest tormentor. "Mmphmmphmmph." E pushed at the gag in eir mouth, trying to call attention to it. Miss Keet, still beaming, teased the gag until its soft internal petals retracted and allowed her to pluck it, dripping, from Briony's mouth. "Augh. Thank you. But you're not supposed to be here, I wanted to… This is personal stuff you shouldn't be… here…"
"Why not?" she asked, sitting down on a bench-like flat root and lifting her loose floral companion dress from her legs. She wiped Briony's drool off of the flora-gag on her thigh, and Briony did not know how to feel about that.
"I like to do things on my own sometimes, you know," e said, trying to ignore how hot and squirmy eir body was feeling.
"Like tie yourself up and wriggle like a little bug in need of rescue?"
Briony's face flushed as e looked away.
"Yeah, even without your fucked-up spider owner, you like that."
"…it's… I… look, it's just…"
"You don't have to justify what you like or what you're into, Bri." She leaned forward and bumped her forehead into Briony's, smiling. "You know, though?"
"Know what?"
"It feels good to just give yourself up to it, doesn't it?" she said, touching eir cheek. "Even if you weren't a floret, I bet you'd still like this."
Briony couldn't quite muster the courage to look Miss Keet in the eyes to respond to that, but hesitantly, e nodded, and muttered, "I know. It's… yeah. It feels really good."
Miss Keet leaned back and pulled Briony's body forward with a loose strap of harness. She planted her lips on eir own, and kissed em, long and soft. She tasted like coffee and cherries, and e closed eir eyes without really intending to.
And then, before e could recover, she plopped the gag right back into eir mouth, where it blossomed into place in eir mouth. It now tasted of Miss Keet's sweat and body, and e knew exactly how e wished e didn't feel about that.
"Mmmphgh…"
"You like being a helpless little bug."
Cheeks burning and bugbutt glowing bright, Briony reluctantly nodded.
"Mmmmmm. And you like being stuck like that."
Briony closed eir eyes in embarrassment, and nodded.
The blindfold went back over eir eyes, and adhered snugly. The world darkened.
"And you know… I know you like being alone. But I also know you like being around friends."
Nod. Nod.
"So how would you feel about being rescued from being trapped and helpless?"
A giggle, followed by some strange vibrations through the suspension harness, and a familiar musical tone from far above. And then, a light swat on the butt that made Briony mewl in shock.
"'Cuz I just turned off your timer."
"Whmph?!" e groaned. "Whm whg… nnnn!"
"I'll be back later, little bug!"
E heard Miss Keet's footsteps in the grass, and her voice recede. E tried eir best to cry out after her, but it just made it harder to hear her leaving.
"Maybe an affini will rescue you from this predicament you put yourself in. Or maybe I'll be back in an hour or so, and I can rescue you. Probably that."
Briony sighed, partly in relief, and just a little in disappointment.
"Or maybe I'll be back when I feel like it, and you're ready to beg for rescue! Maybe I'll let you go free. Or maybe I'll take you home with me. We'll see!"
And e heard her laughter fall further and further away as she left Briony dangling from the tree bough, squirming uselessly for escape e knew e would never achieve.
pride is a dangerous thing to have and will lead you astray. discard it. don't worry about how you will look to others. let that cute wolfgirl strip you, collar you, and then lead you around the town square to proclaim ownership. get the 4 unique 'bad' end scenes of being her wife.
ok! so! @ms-teagan made a floret alphabet list and it got inspired and after doodling this it got permission from her to post what it did all afternoon! :>
The crux of the anti trans movement is a war on bodily autonomy. They don't want you to have any agency over what you look like, how you dress, who you date, whether to have kids, etc.
They want total control over you. Not just trans people. Not just queer people. You. Everyone.
Trans people are just a scapegoat. They want total control over everyone's self expression. They want the right to mold you into their perfect little cog in their dehumanizing machine.
Happy Trans Day of Visibility. Our rights are your rights. Our destruction is your destruction.
they need to let me shapeshift so i can be like. big and scary and have six arms (for sex) and goat horns (for sex) and maybe longer curls and a big wasp abdomen and like a big stinger (for sex) and a bunch of big scary insect legs and my boobs arent slightly different sizes (pisses me off)