God is definitely not here.

21y/o Trans-Femme Lesbian Occasionally I say stuff

[swagophile]

i'm on all of your dnis btw

[swagophile]

I dont know (or care) What you have on there I'm all of them. I'm forsaken fans dni. I'm object show shippers dni. I'm weirdos/creeps/perverts dni. I'm proshippers dni I'm antis dni I'm adults dni and I'm minors dni. I'm all of them.

[constant-sorrow-42]

Even Chicago Cubs fans dni?

[swagophile]

#GoCubs

[tgirl-4-tboy]

its morally correct to baby trap a trans girl and force her to be your housewife

[daylights-rain]

Look at me, look into my eyes. Good, keep looking. Now, listen, we both know that you love having a snout, we both know how right it feels to you

But I also see in your eyes how badly you want that snout muzzled, how badly you want a heavy collar around your neck, how badly you want to be leashed

Your beautiful, pleading eyes cannot hide these things, not from me

[daylights-rain]

You were always kind of an outcast, and spent most of your time at the far edges of the village you lived in.

This made you a perfect target for a dragoness to swoop in, steal you, and have no one notice when you didnt return to town.

As she grabs your core with a single foreclaw you let out a couple of screams, before looking around, and realizing that the situation was hopeless and you just.. Accept your fate.

Except you werent devoured. Instead you were taken into a her lair, into a room that is well lit with oddly steady cool-toned light and placed on a cool, smooth stone table, sized to match the massive dragoness that kidnapped you.

She starts... writing? something down? Can dragons write? And then she turns and immediately begins poking and prodding you. It isnt gentle and when you try to speak to her she either doesnt understand you or doesnt care.

She takes measurements of you, forces your mouth open with a couple of her claws inspecting your teeth, touching your tongue. She writes again and you consider running. Maybe theres a way to escape on the far side of the table?

She uses a single claw and runs the smooth side down your spine, you tense and arch your back as the sharp side slices your clothes clean off. She brushes them to the side before picking you up and rotating you like a specimen, slowly and methodically observing everything, and forcing your limbs to move if they are blocking anything she wants to see.

She nods and places you down again and turns to take more notes. You try to make a run for it this time, but before you can even make it to the end of the table you hear an exhalation of air from the dragoness' snout (a laugh?) and a massive paw comes down in front of you.

Immediately following is a small pinch of pain and you turn to see a needle being withdrawn from your thigh. Suddenly your limbs become unresponsive. You start to collapse and the hand catches you, it's strangely soft, slightly warm and comforting to rest in.

You are moved to the table and are still conscious you can feel everything but just cant seem to move your body. Your thoughts are a little fuzzy, but clear enough to still understand what is happening. You continue to be examined like an animal. Measured, weighed, touched.

And then the pain started.

It was deliberate this time. You could scream but nothing else. And each time after you were tortured, the dragoness turned to take notes. Burning, cutting, stabbing, electrocuting, so much pain, each instance a different kind. You have no idea what she did or how, your eyes too bleary through the searing agony.

And then it stopped, and she healed you? Somehow? The pain flooded away, the wounds closed but the blood remained. You think you heard her coo at you softly as she picked you up and moved you somewhere else in the room.

You found yourself being dipped into a warm bath, and gently leaned against her palm as she starts to bathe you and carefully remove the blood and burn marks crusted on your skin. When she is done you can see they left no scars. Why is that a little disappointing?

You are placed in a warm towel and dried off, and returned to the table, now also cleaned from before. Something else is different, the lighting? Yes that odd too-smooth light that fire cannot produce is now a deep rich warm color instead of the sterile cold of before. And the table itself no longer feels cold to the touch. Why?

And then she returned from wherever she went and that dragoness gently started to stroke parts of you very very gently with the pads of her fingers. How could a beast this large be so gentle? It. It kind of felt good actually. She caressed different areas of your body and then stopped after caressing your inner thighs a bit, nodded and turned to take more notes.

You realize what that was for and blush. You are still nothing but an experiment to her but still, what was that for? She turns again and with two fingers spreads your legs further apart and then starts to encircle your genitals with those caresses, across the navel, the thighs and back again getting close and closer to what you realize you want her to touch now.

But she doesnt, she stops and just jots something else down. It's all so emotionless for her, but for you? Your body is very heated, you feel that needy warmth radiating through your body even though you still cant move.

When she turns back to you, she has some items in her hands. Small ones, it's hard to make out what they are as she sets them down, but you find out soon enough. First theres a heavy application of some kind of lubricant over every sensitive part of you she found, she does this slowly and gently with the pad of a single finger.

And it does something to your mind. You crave more now than you have ever before, more than you thought possible. You let out a quiet moan just at the need you feel and roll your head to the side a little. As soon as she stops coating you she once again writes something down. She starts to swivel her head back to you when you let out another noise, and she turns back and makes another mark.

Now she approaches, nothing but scientific curiosity in her eyes, and lifts another strange object off the table, a strangely shaped but mostly cylindrical object. You see a slight blue glow shine from beneath the scales of the fingers she is holding it with and it starts to hum, and it blurrs a bit in your vision. She moves it towards you, what IS that, what is that, what is that, what is she about to~ OOOOH

She only presses it against you for a second but in that moment what you felt was so overwhelming you should be bucking your hips and writhing, instead you can only start to curl your toes. You want it back so bad. Feeling is starting to return to your legs but maybe its best that you still cant move on your own.

Taking notes with one hand between touches of that magic wand you feel like your brain is going to explode. She puts it down and picks up something else and you cant think clear enough to try and guess what it is before it starts sliding back and forth against you with the lubricant driving you insane with lust, with a dire need to orgasm, but every time you get close she stops and takes a note. Over and over and over.

After some amount of time, time that felt like forever, she holds the vibration against you, and keeps holding, and holding. You cum, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your thoughts gone, your brain flooded with pleasure. Somewhere in your mind you know you have made quite a mess, but all you can focus on right now is the overwhelming orgasm, and the feel of your toes curling as the only other bodily response you can make.

And then the pleasure wracks your body again. And again. She doesn't stop what she is doing but you know she is still coldly writing something down with every reaction you make. And soon the pleasure turns into some kind of torture as you become far too sensitive, you cant pull away from her but your body wants to. You roll your head side to side but you are breathing too heavy to even speak.

Another eternity later, it finally stops. You feel yourself cleaned, and placed somewhere warm again. Barely conscious you open your eyes to see her measuring the volume of mess you left behind. And you fall asleep, exhausted.

When next you wake, you are still naked but somewhere else. You can see the exit to her lair and sunlight shining in from that direction. On a table between you and the exit is a stack of clothes, and a small leather pack. With wobbling legs you stand and walk to them. The clothes seem your size and are remarkably soft. You turn to look back, and see a pathway leading deeper into her lair, and on that path sits an identical table, with nothing but a collar on it.

You look between your two options, aware of exactly what they mean, and you make your choice.

[football-in-tuxedos]

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Did I have to do a reading of this post by @catgirl-kaiju? No but I wanted to, and no one has been able to stop me yet.

[jan-liliten]

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[beyond-a-name]

[transmascmarypoppins]

why is this post completely broken in every way imaginable

[cecilsrandomeverything]

Broken notes… deactivated account… removed image….

Finally, we have them all.

[spacefinch]

In addition: OP’s name is just… gone. No “[insert username]-deactivated[insert a bunch of numbers]” as is the standard for deactivated blogs.

Just the world “deactivated.” Look upon their post, ye mighty, and despair.

[chatblancofficial]

It’ll be almost impossible to find this post unless it wanders across your dash.

[huewrite]

It wandered across mine. I shall help it travel forward.

[gossamermouse]

this is not a place of honor

[jackviator]

[dinosaurana]

Oh hey post of Ozymandius, good to see you again standing on your feet in a desert where no one remembers you

[secondbeatsongs]

this is what it looks like in your activity, by the way, if this is your top post

[scullayann]

[fireleaptfromhousetohouse]

[rabbitdyke]

basic fun and sexy way to ask for consent continuously if you're doing play with a dog sub: tell it to bark to ask for more. "speak, puppy!" is a cute continual prompt/command. it makes it easier for it to tell you what it can take without forcing it to use people words/get out of dog space.

impact play? i better get a bark after every hit, or puppy isn't getting any more. i'm railing you? i need to hear you barking your head off or how am i going to know you like it? dogs don’t use human words but that doesn't mean they can’t communicate. speak, puppy

[rabbitdyke]

this also works if you're forcefully puppifying someone. it's embarrassing and degrading to bark if you're not already used to it/are already into being a dog. they'll get over their embarrassment and barking will become second nature real quick

[pr3ttypunisherr]

fucking every last thought out of you until you’re drooling slightly, your eyes are blank and your hips are moving instinctively. “where’d you go, puppy?” tilting your face up.

wiping the drool from the corner of your mouth. tilting my head. “look at that.” showing you your own face in my palm. “drooling all over my fingers.” watching you blink slowly. trying to process that. “and you don’t even have the brain cells left to be embarrassed about it. do you?”

you shaking your head. barely. not even sure what you’re responding to anymore.

“that’s what i did to you.” pressing back in. feeling you whimper. your hips moving automatically. “took every single thought you had and now look… nothing left. just wet and needy and completely empty headed for me.” stroking your cheek. affectionate. warm. “my perfect little dumb puppy.”

pulling back slightly. showing you how soaked you are. “look at this mess.” watching your eyes drift down and not fully register what they’re seeing. “you’re absolutely ruined and you don’t even know why anymore… all you know is that it feels good, and you need more.”

you nodding shyly.

“say something for me.” watching your mouth open. nothing coherent coming out. “that’s what i thought.” sliding my fingers past your lips. feeling you immediately start sucking. mindless and desperate. “can’t even form a word but your mouth still knows exactly what to do. interesting.”

watching you suck my fingers while your hips keep moving. both things happening without a single thought behind either of them.

“look at you.” hips pressing deeper while my fingers stay in your mouth. feeling you moan around them. “taking my strap and sucking my fingers like a good little puppy.” pressing deeper. watching your eyes glaze over “no thoughts left huh? just wet and full of me.”

you making a needy sound around my fingers. hips stuttering. getting close.

“already?” slowing my hips down. watching yours chase desperately. “you’re so close, puppy. fuck, you feel so so good.” not stopping. slowing down to savor the moment. watching your face. nothing behind your eyes but neediness. “i’m gonna give you exactly what you’ve been waiting for.”

pressing my hips against you faster. feeling you immediately lose whatever little grip you had left. mouth going slack around my fingers. drooling. hips rolling desperately to meet every thrust.

“cum for me.” moaned at you. “right now puppy. go ahead.”

feeling you give in. shaking against me. muffled helpless sounds around my fingers. hips pressing forward and staying there.

pulling my fingers from your mouth. reaching down between us. sliding them through you slowly. collecting everything. feeling how soaked you are. how warm.

holding them up between us. watching your eyes try to focus.

“open.” watching your mouth open immediately. sliding my fingers in. feeling you suck them clean without hesitation. tasting yourself. slow and thorough.

pulling them free. wiping your mouth with my thumb.

“i’m so proud of you, puppy.” pressing a kiss to your hair. your cheek. pulling you into my chest. stroking your back slow. “you did so good for me. so so good.”

[my-life-is-a-sidequest]

That cute girl you know probably hasn't been pushed against the wall and been made out with recently enough, you should change this

[basil-mage]

Puppy

[eunnieboo]

pink in the night

[melynnwaters]

babe are you alright? you just reblogged eunnieboo’s pink in the night comic again

[vasira96]

realizing how many times i could have asked for some grace or some help with something from a boss or a teacher or my college advisor but i didn't because deep in my bones i believe that people who have that kind of authority over you will not only not help, but simply asking for their help, bringing their attention to me and my problems will get me punished!! but if i had been brave, if i had just asked, i could have had things easier!! but i didn't because i couldn't because of how terrified i am that asking will make things worse, and to that i say, i think i kind of hate my parents, actually

[pinkypkmntrainer]

imagine there's this cis guy who's REALLY miserable, and he has no clue why. so he goes to a doctor's appointment to see if they can figure out what's going on with him, and this pretty lady doctor tells him he should stay at the hospital for a while, and she'll keep an eye on him. so he begins his stay at the hospital, and every day she gives him this medication, but she won't tell him what it is, just assures him there's no worries. his chest feels swollen and tender, he swears his hips are wider than before, and for some reason the doctor keeps referring to him as a woman? whatever, it's probably just a mix-up, and he doesn't really mind it anyway so he lets her continue. by this point his body has obviously changed. he actually does feel a lot better, though, so whatever meds she's been giving him are doing the trick. one day she tells him he has a very important surgery, and he wants to question what the surgery's for, but she just answers "it's a surprise", which he should find suspicious but he chooses to trust her. after the procedure, he wakes up and looks down... his penis is gone. he has a vagina now. why does he have a vagina? why is he not mad about it? staring at his new parts with his legs spread, he looks up and sees his doctor, staring very intently at his genitailia. he should find it creepy, it objectively is creepy, but he actually feels weirdly validated by her ogling. maybe this isn't so bad after all...

[klaufir]

I need a next life - I'm not satisfied to know you just once.

[udder-mother]

this image is beautiful but klaufir being banned just highlights how tumblr will take transfem art and then cast out the trans woman that made it. time and time again our contributions are taken but we lose our connections to them.

[elfstrogenized]

udder-mother was up less than 2 hours ago. This is on purpose.

[hugenfrueda]

This was the pucture