You'll be given commands in a language you don't understand. Through my motions, how I push your butt to the ground, how I gesture and correct, you'll start to learn each. Sit and heel will come quickly enough. They're the first I work on with new animals. Sit. Watch me. You're a smart thing so I expect you to pick this up quickly. Over time you'll naturally begin to focus solely on me, on my hands, even as you idle and rest you'll be alert to my smallest demand.
How long will it take you to realize I've given you a new name? Some dogs never quite put it together. You'll learn to listen to for that foreign twist of my tongue and internalize it. That sound, that's you now. More importantly, that's how I call for you.
The more complicated commands will take weeks to perfect. Days to even learn what I want when I bark that new word at you. Like a dog you'll sit and puzzle over the meaning, playing over the word and the movements I give until it finally clicks.
You'll be so proud when you figure it out that shame wont touch you. You used to be a person after all. Don't you remember how hard you would think about little things like how to manage your life? Now all that drive is refocused on the singular goal of pleasing me.
You exist on my schedule. You'll wake with me, sleep with me. You'll be given access to your water from a bowl on the ground and brought outside to sniff and empty your bladder. You'll find endless joys in the toys I give you and the treats I let you earn.
When I correct you it will be immediate, pointed, and quickly forgiven. Nips to your scruff, the invasion of your personal space, even forcing you to feel small as I pull your face into mine and growl the word you've learned means "No." If you show even a hint of food aggression you'll be eating each piece of your kibble from the small of my hand until I'm satisfied you know nothing belongs to you.
You'll exist without contemplation of yourself. You'll exist for the joys of my praise, my fingernails scratching through your coat, the small treats I feed you.
me if i was a psychic pokemon that knew telepathy: [were gonna touch you weird. were gonna be creepy and touch you strange and make you feel weird as fuck]
my trainer: wh- wwhat?? my pokemon just said shes gonna touch me weird
pkmn center nurse: she did?
me: [staring blankly and making generic pokemon sounds]
nurse: awww, she's cute.. i don't think such a sweet pokemon would say something like that
my trainer: but she did sshe totally-
me: [if you tell her we'll touch her weird too and its gonna be creepy. you're fucked]
my trainer: mmh... nnevermind..
me: [you'rs so fucked now that youre going to be touched weird by us. we're gonna touch you]
my trainer: who's we???
me: [shut up. give me poketreats]
my trainer: o-okay...
me: [thinking to myself] being a pokemon is awesome
me if i was a psychic pokemon that knew telepathy: [were gonna touch you weird. were gonna be creepy and touch you strange and make you feel weird as fuck]
my trainer: wh- wwhat?? my pokemon just said shes gonna touch me weird
pkmn center nurse: she did?
me: [staring blankly and making generic pokemon sounds]
nurse: awww, she's cute.. i don't think such a sweet pokemon would say something like that
my trainer: but she did sshe totally-
me: [if you tell her we'll touch her weird too and its gonna be creepy. you're fucked]
my trainer: mmh... nnevermind..
me: [you'rs so fucked now that youre going to be touched weird by us. we're gonna touch you]
my trainer: who's we???
me: [shut up. give me poketreats]
my trainer: o-okay...
me: [thinking to myself] being a pokemon is awesome
me if i was a psychic pokemon that knew telepathy: [were gonna touch you weird. were gonna be creepy and touch you strange and make you feel weird as fuck]
my trainer: wh- wwhat?? my pokemon just said shes gonna touch me weird
pkmn center nurse: she did?
me: [staring blankly and making generic pokemon sounds]
nurse: awww, she's cute.. i don't think such a sweet pokemon would say something like that
my trainer: but she did sshe totally-
me: [if you tell her we'll touch her weird too and its gonna be creepy. you're fucked]
my trainer: mmh... nnevermind..
me: [you'rs so fucked now that youre going to be touched weird by us. we're gonna touch you]
my trainer: who's we???
me: [shut up. give me poketreats]
my trainer: o-okay...
me: [thinking to myself] being a pokemon is awesome
She worked at a gas station when I found her. Long overnight shifts, from 8 pm to 6 am, she arrived bleary-eyed and left hyped up on caffeine. She was the sole employee most nights, and it was obvious how much the loneliness got to her. Weeks would go by where I was her only customer the entire night-- twice a night, every night, sixteen minutes after she started her shift to buy a pack of cigarettes, two hours before the end of her shift to pick up something sweet. We never talked about my work, I think she assumed I was in a similar position to her. If she ever saw me as a danger, she didn't show it. Dark eyes, dark hair, face covered in middling attempts at make-up that seemed to be done out of a feeling of obligation rather than any personal desire. Her arms shook whenever she carried anything more than a few pounds, she struggled whenever she had to move too quickly. I knew right away that she was absolutely perfect.
I kept conversation minimal at first. Come on too strong and they tend to pull away immediately. The temptation to force a rapport can be extreme, but these things take time. In my case the best opportunity came when I found her crying while restocking the back of the store. She tried hastily to wipe her tears and apologize, and I pretended I didn't know what was wrong. When I offered her a hug she took it like a woman in the desert stumbling upon water. I was almost shocked at just how eagerly she threw herself into me, pressing her face into my shoulder, quivering as I closed my arms around her. If I had any doubts before she was who I wanted, that killed them.
My nightly visits started taking longer. I'd pull her away from her work to draw her into long conversations. She was eager to talk about herself--I got the impression few people ever asked about her. It was all the sort of mundane intimacy you talk about on first dates. During one such conversation she asked me: "If you could be any animal, what would it be?" And before I could answer, interjected: "I think dogs have it pretty good. I'd rather be a dog than a person, sometimes. They just get to sleep and eat and hang out, and dog people are crazy affectionate. Y'know?"
The second step of my plan was easy to execute. I found her manager's phone number and begin issuing complaints. Slowly at first, then a torrent. People like her already operate on such thin ice, I suspect it would have taken even less to get her fired, but it's important to always minimize your points of failure.
She was crying again the next time I came in, beautiful little tears cascading down her cheeks, failing to muffle her pathetic sobs. I let her fall into my arms again. "I think they're going to fire me," she whimpered. "I'm sure it's going to be okay. You're wonderful, who would want to get rid of you? If you worked for me, I'd never let you go."
She thanked me profusely and handed me my cigarettes without me even needing to ask for them. She'd moved the box to under the counter, so I spent more time there, and less wandering through the store looking for them. On my way out, I sent one final message to her manager, accusing her of sexually harassing me.
They fired her at the end of her shift, the parasites. Waited until they'd extracted every last dime from her and then dropped the bomb. Withheld her last paycheck, too, claiming suspicion of theft of company property. It didn't matter, of course, she wouldn't need it soon enough, but it just makes the blood boil, doesn't it? How could they mistreat something so precious?
I was sitting in my car in the parking lot, eating some wretched sandwich from a nearby early morning cafe. She staggered out of the store looking pale-faced and ghostly, her entire body a leaf in the chilly wind. She looked lost. She looked desperate. I pulled my car alongside her when she was a block away, in a secluded stretch of her route home I'd canvased previously to ensure there were no cameras nearby. "Need a ride home?"
Self preservation was never her strong suit. She climbed into the passenger seat without hesitation, and broke down sobbing. "My landlord is going to kick me out. I was barely surviving, I have nothing in savings, I'm fucked, I'm going to die," She babbled when her voice wasn't choked by tears. I comforted her with one hand while doing everything I could to suppress my smile.
She didn't notice at first that I wasn't taking her home. She didn't notice at first that the lights of the city were getting dimmer, and the roads quickly swallowed by dense forest on either side. By the time she did, it was much too late, of course. Even if she leapt from the car while it was still moving, she wouldn't make it far into the woods before I found her again.
"Where are you taking me?" She asked.
"Somewhere nice." I said. "You deserve something nice, for once."
I was used to more resistance at this point. Kicking, screaming-- I kept my taser on hand in the event I needed to quickly subdue her. This was usually the moment they broke and realized what was about to happen, after all. But she didn't start fighting. She just settled back into her seat and stared at the road ahead. "Oh. Okay."
My heart skipped a beat. She truly was perfect in every way.
Down the road. Up the driveway. Out of the car. Into the house, where it sat alone in those woods I knew so well. She did not say another word, and she had stopped crying altogether. Her eyes were wide and empty. I took her by the hand and guided her to the living room and sat her down on the couch.
"I normally don't give girls this choice," I confessed. "But you told me once you'd rather be a dog than a person. Do you still feel that way?"
She nodded slowly. I pulled the collar I'd already prepared out of my jacket--wine dark with silver inlays, and a little tag with her new name embossed onto it. Though she shook, she offered me her neck. It took everything I had to not rip into it with my teeth, and instead simply click the collar into place. The back was secured with a tiny lock. It looked so right, sitting around her neck. She was born for this.
"Welcome home, pup." I took her into my lap, and in that instant the last of the fading humanity she clung to died. She was finally, finally mine.
Oh? Oh, no. I'm not draining your exp using some ability or anything. Well, I'm not doing that right now. Just I'm marked so evil by the world that just by talking to me (or even sometimes just existing without trying to kill me) counts as breaking your alignment, so you're suffering an exp penalty because you're not evil yet. But, don't worry, I have a spell that will fix it, you just need to agree to a few things.
sometimes i think abt that one art of that cocky guy at school who gets asked who he thinks is the prettiest in class and hes like "haha, me of course!" and everyone laughs and then the next panel shes alone in her room all dolled up kissing her reflection in the mirror repeatedly saying "youre so cute youre so cute"
This applies doubly, x10 tbh, to transfemme doms. You NEED to be nice to her, you NEED to let her know she is doing a good job. That transfemme dom might have a lot of issues with her self worth, she may have been used up and left a discarded husk so many times.
Sorry but I got sick of scrolling through the notes on this on desktop and seeing all the red usernames marked by shinigami eyes reblogging this.
I'm a transfemme dom and I'm proud of it. Take care of us. Love us.
fantasy world where fucking an animal marks you for life. by turning your genitals into theirs. zoophile girl hiding in the locker room hoping no one notices the fur peeking out from her obscene bulge or the sheath underneath.
Frankly I love the construction of like, a pet owner in complete sincerity introducing you to their pet and like. It's immediately obvious to you and to the pet and to everyone else involved that the moment you're alone with this thing it is going to rape you. It doesn't matter if it's a dog you're being asked to dogsit, a horse you're supposed to ride somewhere, some kind of slavering beast that's in heat for you, specifically. It's just. Staring at this thing dead in the eye as its owner chats away about "oh and she likes scratches behind her ears and her mealtimes are-" and you're just trying to process that you've suddenly gained the ability to perfectly understand animal body language and this thing is screaming at the top of its lungs "I'm going to get you more pregnant than you thought was possible."
