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With exceptional purebred Texas genetics, Tecate Creek Whitetails is a TC1 facility that has been in operation for more than 20 years. Gladiator served as the foundation for many of our does and bucks, who developed over time to create a large number of trophy breeder bucks.
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like when my parents first adopted their dog she had been a breeder dog and she hadn't been abused but she had had extremely little social interaction ever and had spent most of her life inside in the same five kennel rooms. so when they first got her and you started petting her, her eyes would go incredibly wide and she would instantly just freeze up. there was not an ounce of aggression in her but she was so mystified by what was happening she had a sort of deer in the headlights reaction like "maybe if i stay incredibly still for as long as i am capable whatever is happening will stop. or... will not stop? i'm not sure what is going on, and i'm scared, but the longer it happens the more i realize i want it to keep happening." and that's how i conceptualize a lot of my undersocialized blorbos' relationships with affection also
#repcomm#sev#ordo#almost all the nulls tbh#din djarin#darth maul#maul opress#asajj ventress#arla fett#ordo skirata#mine
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Yandere Giant Gojo
TW: Yandere, stalking, Gojo is a creep, the reader gets pregnant and has a kid, underwear sniffing, Gojo has breeder balls cus I said so, brief noncon mention, brief mention of jacking off, kidnapping.
Giant Gojo who saw a cute little human and was immediately drawn to them. How could he not be? You're so adorable and tiny!
Giant Gojo who started to visit you whenever he could, at first you were scared of him, of course you were. He's well, a giant. At least 60+ feet tall.
Giant Gojo who you slowly warmed up to, despite being a giant, he just seemed like a human. He's actually pretty gentle with you too.
Giant Gojo who, whenever you didn't have enough food, would always visit with something you could eat, whether it be a deer, a bear, or just some bread he stole from another human.
Giant Gojo who always stared at you with the most loving and admiring look. He couldn't help it, you're so perfect.
Giant Gojo whose little crush quickly soured into an unhealthy obsession. He can't do anything anymore, all he wants to do is be with you, all he thinks about is you.
Yandere Giant Gojo who starts to watch you sleep through the window in your bedroom, he wishes so badly that he was small so he could be with you, or watch you more stealthily.
Yandere Giant Gojo who finds and forces a mage who gives him pills to be human, and a love potion.
Yandere Giant Gojo who doesn't use the potion on you, believing that you'll fall in love with him on your own.
Yandere Giant Gojo who watches you through your window or under your bed, watching you change regularly and stealing your underwear to sniff and or use to jack off.
Yandere Giant Gojo who soon develops a breeding kink, realizing how much seed he releases when he orgasms. He's sure it'll also help you love him if you realize how easily he can get you to have kids.
Yandere Giant Gojo who surprises you by showing you that he can be human, like you. "We can start planning the wedding now, m'kay?"
Yandere Giant Gojo who is surprised and sad when you say no, and when he finds out that you don't like him romantically.
Yandere Giant Gojo who forces you down as he undresses you, you'll love him after he gives you kids right?
Yandere Giant Gojo who, in the end, takes you back to his massive house.
Yandere Giant Gojo who keeps you locked up, even when you're pregnant. He visits you a lot in the tiny house he made you, when he's not well, a giant.
Yandere Giant Gojo who wasn't really sure what to do when you give birth, and took you back to your village to have the other humans help you, despite his unwavering want to keep you to himself.
Yandere Giant Gojo who, at times, holds his and your child above your head, threatening them so you do, or don't do, something.
Yandere Giant Gojo who decides he's glad he saw you that fateful little day, now you're his little human.
Notes: might make this a series if ever wanted(js know I'm very slow w that stuff) but idk it was js a lil idea I had :3
#maybe ill make a god gojo but idk :3#giant gojo<3#yandere jjk x reader#yandere giant#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere jjk#jjk smut#jjk headcanons#gojo headcanons#satoru gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#gojo smut#gojo x reader#yandere gojo x reader#yandere gojo#yandere satoru gojo#🌹 ʳᵒˢᵉˢ ⁱⁿᶠⁱⁿⁱᵗᵉ ᶠʳᵉᵉˢⁱᵃˢ#🌷 ʳᵒˢᵉˢ ˡᵒᵛᵉˡʸ ˢᵗᵃʳᵍᵃᶻᵉʳ ˡⁱˡⁱᵉˢ#🏵️ ʳᵒˢᵉˢ ˢᵐᵃˡˡ ᵃᵖᵖˡᵉ ᵇˡᵒˢˢᵒᵐˢ
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Seeing some frequent comments about The Zit that I wanna address but like….. too much going on for me to do it on the original post lol
1. “What a horrible name” / “Who named her that’s awful” / “I feel so bad for her with that name”
Her breeder/owner/handler, who you saw in the ring with her in the fabulous bright pink outfit, named her as a joke bc she was the only white-headed puppy in a litter full of red heads and it stuck. Sarah loves her immensely, her and The Zit are both obsessed with each other. The Zit has no clue the connotations her name has with people, she just knows it makes people chuckle and she gets a lot of attention for it, which honestly is all an Ibizan can ask for.
2. Nipple jokes
Yes yes yes we can all see them. Female dogs, and especially sighthounds, who normally have such lithe figures, can have pretty prominent nipples after a few heat cycles and/or a litter. The Zit had a litter about a year ago (it was Barbie movie themed). She’s 6, so she’s also been through many cycles. There’s nothing we can do about it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
3. “I thought that was a goat”
They certainly like to jump and climb like goats!
4. “I thought that was a deer”
Thank you!! Ibizans are referred to as “deer-like” in their breed standard several times and should be reminiscent of a deer. This is a huge compliment.
5. So much love and support for The Zit
Honestly thank you so much 🩷 The Zit is not my dog, but I know her breeder/owner/handler appreciates all the love and adoration her dog is getting. The Zit fully (rightfully) believes that everything should be about her and everyone should love her. She is one of the sweetest, nicest Ibizans I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing, and is hugely accomplished. She truly deserves all the praise as an example of a dog who can do it all. Ethically bred and excelling at conformation and lure coursing, an excellent pet, a mother who produced some really beautiful puppies. She would appreciate and love all of y’all too if she had the chance to meet you!
As a thank you for reading all that, check out The Zit relaxing and hanging out while waiting for the other hounds to be judged!
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Read this post before dming or be stomped to death by my hooves
Hi I'm deerboybreeder, you can call me Deer and any variants, this is my breeding + pregnancy blog. I'm an enjoyer of all things preg related, and an equal opportunity breeder. I love the idea of both being someone's personal incubator, and knocking up my partners. I use whatever pronouns make my blog hotter.
You Can: talk to me about impregnation, forced impregnation, breeding, pregnancy in general, reduce me to my womb and tits, send fantasies about breeding boys girls and anyone else, hunting deerboys (for breeding or otherwise), monsterfucking, anything hucow related, and misgender me ONLY IF it's not extended to all trans people and is only about me. I'm very much okay with talk of disrupting my transition via pregnancy. Can also call me dumb and stupid.
You Cant: Talk to me about scat/piss/vomit, incest/fauxcest, or ask for pics.
I think pregnant people are fucking sexy and more people should say it. I like being told my purpose is to be a breeder.
Do you like my content and want more? Support my writing and research by grabbing something off my throne!
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Not even the deers are safe from designer breeders
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Marius Baranauskas (1931–1995)
To deer breeders in Yakutia
Russia, 1975
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I have made. a chart. (click through for fullsize to actually read it)
Ironically I did not like The Last Jedi at all, but the fathiers caught my imagination because I will glom on to any fantasy horse-adjacent creature you put in front of me no matter how weirdly utilized or poorly thought out it is. I've been reworking their visual design a little to make them less uncanny valley cgi and make them into something that fills the same aesthetic/cultural niche as a fancy sport horse, but it also bothered me that they were all the same color and not at all designed like a domestic animal even though they pretty clearly are. I get why they didn't spend time and budget on coloring them all uniquely for the approximately five minutes of screentime they had, but it was a waste of potential and also there's no way an animal bred entirely by ostentatious rich people with too much money and time on their hands doesn't have a robust community of color breeders and dubiously ethical halter lines and the general kind of fuckery you see with any animal that's been kept by humans for a while.
I primarily based their genetics on horses, but I also borrowed some from goats and sheep, took the piebald patterns mainly from deer, and made some of it up entirely (though outside the alchemy stuff I tried to keep everything plausible and cohesive). There are also genes horses have that fathiers don't, so it's not a direct 1:1 in either direction. This also isn't a comprehensive list of Every Possible Color Fathiers Come In, but rather all the color genes that can interact with each other in various ways. You can probably create some absolutely batshit-looking animals with this chart as well as very understated, mundane ones.
At some point I'll expand further on the very specific headcanons about ancient Sith and the history of fathiers overall that tie into all this (most of it is rooted in Old Republic era EU stuff since I don't really touch the disney-verse outside of stealing their creatures and I'm mainly in the SWTOR corner of the fandom), but that's one for my lore/oc blog. You can probably extrapolate the important bits just from reading through the chart if it interests you.
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Update for The Rod That Blocks the Lightning and basic first concept for a new OC.
September turned out to be a very busy month, and depending on this weekend I may not be able to upload the new chapter this month.
I was also very distracted, because I was wondering how to draw a deer with a hijab, and then found a Picrew that does in fact allow one to make a hog deer wearing a hijab, so I played around with that for a week so I can study that.
Anyway, someone scattered these tiny frogs around my workplace.
So this one lives at my workstation now.
Which is a coincidence, since I was just thinking of the frog reporter from The Continued Battle.
Well, I actually do need a foreign reporter OC for at least one scene. I also need an investigator from the international law courts like The Hague to ask questions (like the weasels and wolves attacking civilians and the Flower Hill spike pits).
The ostrich and frog did not seem to fit the bill. But a pink frog? This allows for me to make a general first concept from what I did have planned.
So, poison dart frog reporter it is (sah-headcannons guessed it as well)! Of course, it just so happens that poison dart frogs don’t really come in pink outside of a toad and maybe some private breeder’s rare color morph, which might also be fake.
The closest coloration I can get is the Strawberry Poison Dart Frog, specifically a variant from the Red Frog Beach of Isla Bastimentos, Panama, which are a more red color.
I kind of wanted to name the frog ‘Maria,’ (funny enough someone else suggested the same), which would be some other character’s first introduction to an individual not named after their species and occupation. But the locals of the beach where she is from call the frogs Rana Rojo.
Rana Roja is the perfect name! I was somewhat thinking of Lois Lane for the reporter character. She’s technically just a court reporter, but she does some amateur investigative journalism (maybe kind of like Nancy Drew?) since her coloration and the fact that she is from my AU’s version of The Hague makes people act suspicious, and gets her into troublesome shenanigans that reveal many hidden secrets…
The poison part could be an issue. Maybe she wears special clothing to prevent it from touching anyone. Maybe it’s just numbing and works like sweat unless she is stressed or very excited.
The poison also comes from diet, I think, since captive poison dart frogs don’t have the toxins. So she might be careful with what she eats, while carrying around vials of her own poison for emergencies, which Soor-Hiran would be very interested in obtaining.
#squirrel and hedgehog#sah#SaH#this is just the first concept#rana roja#the rod that blocks the lightning#squirrel and hedgehog OC#Was very surprised to find that I could use a hijab on a deer#no shoes though#but I have another tutorial for that#strawberry poison dart frog#strawberry poison frog
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🔞 In Darkness I Found You 🔞
Synopsis: In which alpha Hobi finds a severely injured omega in his front yard during a storm and discovers the horrible path that lead him to Hobi in the first place
Tags: Mentions of rape, forced pregnancy, & restraints
Hobi picked up his head from what he was doing on the computer when the flood light went on in the front yard. It was pouring rain outside & the only thing that could possibly set it off was something large moving.
“Tae did you leave one of the dogs out?” he yelled down the stairs to his younger brother.
“No, they’re right here!” Tae yelled back. Hobi closed his laptop and went downstairs.
“Didn’t you see the light go off?” he asked.
“It’s probably just a deer or something,” Tae replied clearly unwilling to go outside and check. They lived on a horse farm out in the country with their nearest neighbors 6 miles away.
“Fine, I’ll check,” Hobi pulled on his boots and rain jacket. The downside of having 2 Alphas living in the same house was little tasks like checking for possible intruders were deadlocked longer than they should’ve been. The light had gone out by the time Hobi got out there. It was raining so hard that he could barely see in front of him. The light went back on and he smelled it before he saw it.
There was a person collapsed in the grass, specifically an Omega in severe distress. The smell almost knocked him over. He jogged over and scooped up the young male. He was still alive, but even in the darkness of the storm, Hobi could tell he was in bad shape.
“Tae, open the door!” he yelled. The irritated look on his brother’s face disappeared when he saw the Omega in Hobi’s arms.
“Put him in the bathroom,” Tae said and went to get his bag. He was a nurse and Hobi was a vet, so this Omega had lost his energy in the best yard for miles. Hobi lied him down on the bath mat and finally got a good look at him. He was muddy from where he’d fallen. His clothes were old and worn out. He was thin, but the type of thin where he’d been fed one step above what he needed to survive. Hobi thought he saw blood in between his legs. He may have just given birth. But an Omega wouldn’t leave his newborn pup behind. Would he? Hobi didn’t know much about Omegas other than the ones Tae told him about from the hospital. Neither he nor Tae had considered taking mates. They were content with their jobs, animals, and sniping at each other like siblings do, especially 2 Alpha siblings. The Omega looked up at Hobi. He was clearly confused and exhausted.
“It’s okay. We’re going to help you,” Hobi reassured him. “My name is Hobi.”
He tried to speak, but nothing came out.
“That’s okay, I’ll learn your name soon enough,” Hobi smiled at him. He had no idea why he was smiling at him. Maybe because it reassured him, too. He’d spent years working with skittish horses and it was serving him well now.
“Okay, let's get a look at you,” Tae said. As he went to check the Omega’s breathing with his stethoscope, the Omega suddenly got wild eyed and started whining. He tried to get away, but was too weak to do more than a half roll. Hobi looped his arm under the Omega’s arms & pulled him up into sitting position. He sat behind him bolstering the Omega’s back against his chest.
“He’s not going to hurt you. This is my brother Tae. He’s going to make sure you didn’t hurt yourself when you fell. Nod if you understand me,” Hobi said. The Omega nodded against Hobi’s chest.
“We’re gonna have to clean him up, too,” Tae said. “Though I think I know what’s going on here.”
“What?” Hobi asked. Tae looked at the Omega.
“Have you been pregnant before?” he asked.
The Omega nodded.
“More than 3 times since you presented?” Tae continued.
The Omega nodded again.
“He’s a Breeder,” Tae sighed.
“Isn’t that illegal?” Hobi asked.
“Very,” Tae confirmed.
“I know you won’t like this, but once we get you cleaned up I’m going to have to examine you. Since you were bleeding I want to make sure you won’t get an infection. Okay?” Tae said to the Omega. He nodded.
“I’ll help get you washed up,” Hobi said. The Omega started to shake a little and smell like fear. “I’m not going to do that to you. I’m just going to clean you up so Tae can make sure you’re okay.” The Omega stopped shaking, but the scent of fear stayed.
“I’ll be outside,” Tae said. Hobi started to fill the tub. He consistently soothed him like he did with the horses while he helped him get undressed and in the tub. As the mud washed off, Hobi noticed scars on his wrists and ankles from being tied up. If he really was a Breeder, that wasn’t a surprise. Omegas with desirable traits, such as a certain eye color or body type, were allegedly paid to mate with Alphas and produce equally desirable pups. The reality of the situation was they were kept as hostages and almost constantly pregnant. The practice had been outlawed decades ago. The fact that this Omega was showing obvious signs of being a Breeder meant one of their neighbors was engaging in one hell of a sketchy stream of income.
“I’m going to go get Tae now. Will you be okay in here for a minute by yourself?” Hobi asked as he drained the tub and helped the Omega out into a towel. He nodded. Hobi helped him towel off, careful to avoid his crotch and any indication he might be interested in knotting him, then sat him back on the floor against the wall. “I’ll get some clean clothes for you, too. They’ll smell like Alpha, but they’ll at least be dry.” The look in the Omega’s eyes was grateful. The smell of fear had dissipated. This was probably the first time he’d been treated with any kindness in a long time.
Hobi got Tae and the Omega started to look suspicious again. Two Alphas in the room was obviously one too many for him.
“I’ll be as quick as I can. I just need to make sure nothing is going to get infected,” Tae told him. The Omega looked at Hobi.
“Do you want me to help you sit again?” Hobi asked. The omega nodded.
“Okay. He’s going to have to examine why you had blood on your pants. He isn’t going to knot you. He just needs to check,” Hobi sat behind the Omega again as he reluctantly spread his legs. Tae put on gloves and the Omega started to whine and shake. He’d definitely been a Breeder and only had negative experiences with medical professionals. They always took his pups away.
“Breathe. I promise he won’t hurt you,” Hobi scratched the Omega’s head. He was grooming an Omega he’d found half dead in his front yard 2 hours ago. What the hell was going on with him?
“There’s still a pup in there. It’s not very big, but it’s there. I think he miscarried one, but not the other,” Tae said after he finished palpating the Omega’s abdomen. The Omega looked at him in surprise.
“How far do you think?” Hobi asked.
“Three months, maybe? I doubt he’ll show anytime soon with one this small,” Tae said. “There’s still a risk he’ll lose this one, too. We can’t let him move around too much and we definitely need to get him fed properly soon.”
“Let’s get you dressed and get you in bed. Okay?” Hobi said. The Omega nodded still watching Tae closely.
“I’ll get him some water and soup or something,” Tae said.
“I’ll put him in the guest room. That should smell slightly less like Alpha,” Hobi said. Once he got the Omega dressed in a pair of his old sweatpants and tee shirt, he picked him up again and carried him to the guest bedroom. They rarely used it because they rarely had guests.
“Here we go. Nice and cozy,” Hobi said.
“Yoongi,” the Omega finally found his voice. “I’m Yoongi.”
“Nice to meet you, Yoongi,” Hobi smiled at him. Yoongi put Hobi’s hand on his belly.
“This is pup number 10,” he said.
“Hi pup number 10,” Hobi said. His gut jerked at the realization that Yoongi had birthed or lost 9 pups since he presented. This would be the first pup he was allowed to keep.
“How old are you?” Hobi asked.
“I think I’m 25,” Yoongi replied.
“You think?” Hobi was confused.
“What year is it?” Yoongi asked.
“2019,” Hobi replied.
“Then I’m 25,” he replied. If he’d been held captive then he’d have no clue how much time had passed other than roughly how long he’d been pregnant.
“I have water and chicken noodle soup,” Tae said, coming into the room with a tray. “I also found some vitamins. They aren’t prenatal, but they’ll do until I can get some.”
Yoongi let out a whine.
“I know you’re scared, but he’s not gonna take your pup or hurt you. Right Tae?” Hobi looked at his brother.
“Nope,” Tae said as he put down the tray on the nightstand. “I’m going to make sure you and the pup are nice and healthy. So you can keep a healthy, happy pup.”
“You won’t take my pup?” Yoongi put his hand over his belly.
“No, I won’t take your pup,” Tae reassured him. “This one is yours.”
Yoongi looked at Hobi.
“The pup is yours. We won’t take it from you,” he said.
“Then why are you being nice to me?” Yoongi questioned.
“Because you’re a person who deserves to be treated with kindness and respect. You’re not a pup factory,” Hobi replied. Tae nodded in agreement. Yoongi didn’t look convinced. “Let’s at least get some dinner in you. You both need to eat.”
“Yell if you need me,” Tae said and left. Hobi handed him the water and he drank it in almost one gulp.
“Looks like you need a refill.” Hobi smiled.
“Guess I was thirstier than I thought,” Yoongi said. By the time he finished the soup, took the vitamin, and finished 2 more glasses of water, it was almost midnight.
“Think you can sleep?” Hobi asked.
“I am tired,” Yoongi said.
“My room is right next door if you need anything, though Tae probably won’t want you getting up,” Hobi said.
“You can stay,” Yoongi said.
“You’re not afraid of me?” Hobi asked.
“You smell...safe,” Yoongi said, choosing the words carefully.
“Then I guess I’ll change and be right back,” Hobi said. As he changed into his pajamas, he thought about what Yoongi had said. Did Yoongi only feel that way because Hobi picked him up in the pouring rain from the mud? Was he only uneasy around Tae because Tae reminded him of the doctors who took his pups away? Or was it something else? Hobi had unconsciously started grooming him to keep him calm while Tae was examining him. He wasn’t his mate. He barely knew him. He’d put Hobi’s hand on his belly, his most vulnerable place. He seemed to trust Hobi. They needed him to trust at least one of them if they were going to get him and the pup healthy. It wasn’t more than that. It couldn’t be.
Yoongi had dozed off sitting up when Hobi came back into the bedroom. Hobi tried to get in bed without disturbing him and failed. Yoongi jerked awake.
“It’s okay, it’s just me,” Hobi said.
“Okay,” Yoongi tried to slow his breathing.
“Down we go,” Hobi helped him to lying down. Hobi lied down facing him. Yoongi watched him intently.
“What?” Hobi asked.
“I can’t remember the last time I slept in a real bed,” he said.
“Where did you sleep?” Hobi wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer.
“Roll away hospital beds. It was easier when it was time for us to give birth,” Yoongi swallowed hard.
“You don’t have to talk about it,” Hobi said.
“Yes, I do,” Yoongi whispered. “The Alphas liked me because I was one of the prettiest males. The ones who didn’t want to be with a female almost always picked me. I fought, though. That’s why they had to strap me down. I wouldn’t hold still long enough for the Alphas to knot me. Then I got a reputation for being a fighter. That’s when it got really bad.”
“Being strapped down and raped wasn’t bad enough?” Hobi tried to keep himself calm. He didn’t want to upset Yoongi any more than he already was and by extension the pup.
“Once I was labeled a fighter, they’d put me in a pen first to let the Alpha catch me before I was knotted. I bit a lot of Alphas. Ones who wanted pups that were aggressive would play that game. What they didn’t understand is I learned to fight. I’m not an aggressive Omega,” Yoongi’s voice started shaking. Hobi could smell the fear and anxiety.
“That’s over now. We’re going to find out who’s doing it and where they are and stop them. You and this pup are safe. Anyone who comes in this house without our permission will have to get through us & the dogs,” Hobi told him.
“Dogs?” Yoongi repeated.
“Two spoiled rotten pit bulls named Daisy and Violet,” Hobi told him. “They’re the biggest babies on the planet until they come across someone threatening their daddies.”
“What about me?” Yoongi asked.
“You won’t be able to get Daisy out of your lap. She won’t be happy when we shoo her off until Tae has cleared you for lap time,” Hobi replied. “She pouts.” Yoongi smiled a little.
“I don’t mean to be afraid of him,” Yoongi started.
“But nurses aren’t your favorite people?” Hobi finished.
“No,” he said.
“He can be a jackass, but I’m biased. He’s my little brother,” Hobi grinned.
“Sure,” Yoongi said.
“Time to turn out the light?” Hobi asked.
“Sounds good,” Yoongi said.
“It’s okay. I’m right here,” Hobi told him as he leaned over and turned off the light. Then he felt Yoongi nosing around his neck scenting him. “Does that make you feel better?”
“Yes,” he whispered.
“Then rub around all you want,” Hobi hoped he could keep his knot at bay. Now that Yoongi wasn’t reeking of anxiety and fear, he smelled...perfect. Hobi wasn’t sure what that meant exactly, but it was what came to mind. He was on bed rest for the pup and the most exertion he needed was to go to the bathroom and get back in bed. Maybe once the pup was out of the woods…
“You like me too, huh?” Yoongi said. Hobi looked down. Shit.
“It’s not like that. I don’t want to, I mean I do, but we just met and the pup and everything,” Hobi stumbled over his words .
“I understand. The pup comes first,” he said.
“Absolutely,” Hobi agreed.
“Do you believe in love at first sight?” Yoongi asked.
“Is this a trick question?” Hobi asked.
“No, but I didn’t expect to be rescued by an Alpha in the pouring rain after I escaped a Breeder Farm and was sure I was going to die in the mud. Every time one of those Alphas knotted me and hoped they’d get me pregnant so they could have their perfect pup, I’d pray that there was at least one Alpha in the world who didn’t want me, as you so aptly put it, as only a pup factory. It’s what kept me alive. One day I’d get out and one day I’d find that Alpha. I knew when I smelled you that you were different. You didn’t want me to die. I didn’t even realize I lost that pup until Tae said something. You would think I knew better after giving birth 5 times, but all I could think about was getting out. It was only after I fell down that I realized how bad it was. I dunno, maybe it’s only because I was dying that I thought the Alpha I’d dreamed about for years had finally found me,” Yoongi replied.
“I started grooming you when Tae was examining you because it seemed to keep you calm. I don’t think I’ve ever groomed anything other than a horse or a dog,” Hobi replied. “That has to mean something, right?”
“Have you been looking for a mate?” Yoongi asked.
“No,” Hobi answered.
“Then it means something,” Yoongi said. He gently kissed Hobi. “Thank you for saving our lives, Hobi.”
“You’re welcome,” Hobi replied. “And so are you, pup number 10.” Yoongi put Hobi’s hand on his belly again.
“Pup says thank you, too,” he said.
“Good night, Yoongi,”
“Good night, Hobi,”
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Draconology Files: Drakes
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Classification: Draconis Alatum
Height: 3 ft
Weight: 180 lbs
Distinctive Features: short snout, back hump, head spines, lack of wings, inability to breathe fire
Location: English Western Midlands
It is unknown why Drakes have do not grow to the same size as many other dragons. One explanation is that they evolved to fill a similar niche that wolves do in North America, which is supported by their behavior. They often live in family units called pods, which work together to hunt deer, rabbits, badgers, and occasionally livestock. It is also unclear why they did not develop the same glands that allow dragons to breathe fire. Most draconologists speculate due to their diet of smaller animals and pack animal nature, there was simply no need for it. Due to their small size and association with dragons, drakes are easy targets for poachers and exotic breeders. Poachers hunt them for their hides organs that would be typically much harder to obtain from dragons. While exotic breeders try to capture and breed them as guard animals or fierce pets. In particular, they are often captured to be used in illegal fighting rings. People will often abuse drakes and try to cast spells to make them more violent before pitting them against each other. However, it is illegal to own drakes or dragons of any kind outside of research purposes.
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Looking for the best Deer Breeders in Texas Tecate Creek Whitetails has excellent Texas Deer Breeding available for sale We offer superior Texas breeder bucks
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i think its kind of fucked up that hooved animals get so fucking big because it feels wrong that they can get that big but lions cant. but also whales evolved from deer so i guess it’s only natural. all this is to say i think eventually a horse breeder is going to breed an actual whale by accident
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Hi, this is the poll blog for @deerboybreeder ! It's also where I'm putting some of the stuff I'm too afraid to put on main to prevent getting nuked.
You can call me Deer, breeder, cunt, whore, womb, whatever you want really! I'm ftm but fine with being misgendered so you can get off, and I'm 27 years old.
DISCLAIMER: Anything you find particularly disturbing, you can assume is fantasy. I'm very pro risk-aware consensual kink, so some content may be risky but I am an adult who knows my limits. I also support harm reduction when it comes to $H and 3D's, and I don't want you interacting if you're a bigot outside of kink. DO NOT FUCKING INTERACT IF YOURE A MINOR AND HAVE YOUR AGE LISTED ON YOUR BLOG SOMEWHERE OR I WILL BLOCK YOU!
PLEASE SEND POLL IDEAS, RAPE THREATS, AND INSULTS!
Dark kinks will be present on this blog, including but not limited to 3D related topics, s3lf h@rm, s\/ic1d3, rape and more. The main kinks will be hunger play, rape, breeding and dehumanization related, with a sprinkle of gender play here and there.
Do not send me: Poll ideas about race play, incest/fauxcest, n@zi shit even as a kink, transphobia directed at anyone but me, fatphobia at anyone but me, piss/scat related questions, or requests for photos (I'm owned and that's a boundary).
Do send me: Graphic rape threats, mutilation fantasies, degrading porn or hypnosis files/videos, demands for trauma stories to get off to, poll ideas, fantasies about hurting me in general, insults, transphobia directed at me only, invasive questions especially about my system, and general hateful messages!
My top kinks are obviously breeding and pregnancy, noncon, intox (especially forced intox!), stalking/kidnapping, hunger play, lactation, breath play, gender play/detrans (less so misgendering directly? A focus on feminizing the body and using feminine terms aside from woman or calling me she/her, go for it/its if you want to misgender me), hypnosis, brainwashing, manipulation, gaslighting, cameras, blackmail, dumbification, degradation, and forced masc! I contain multitudes lol (literally, I have DID!)
I'm also exploring ageplay without the fauxcest (ie a Dom would be a family friend or stranger as a role instead of the usual daddy/mommy title), and religious kink in a really weird way that corresponds with my current system of beliefs- I have Christianity based religious trauma, which you're allowed and encouraged to exploit! I've considered corruption kink, but so far so much of it seems like just making someone do what I already enjoy lol, but if I'm wrong please teach me!
Anything that isn't the polls will be tagged "not polls", and the polls will be tagged "just the polls" for ease of access! Feel free to send me Poll ideas because I love love love love being manipulated by strangers on the internet!
DO NOT ASK ME FOR PHOTOS I DONT SEND NUDES
#r@pet0y#r@p3 m3#objectify me#abvse me#r@pe m3#detrans me#br33dable#forced impreg#impregnate her#ftm nsft#ftm sub#r@pe wh0re#dumb slvt#⭐v me
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I offer-
Poor little deer boy in heat about to be taken advantage of by a pack of ravanous wolves, only for them to hear a deep roar rustling in the trees. The wolves panic and scatter, leaving deer boy thinking he’s just about to be rescued.
Instead, a large grizzly bear lumbers out from behind the brush, tattered with scars of previous fights. He got scent of poor little deerboy and decided he deserved a claim more.
Ends with poor little deerboy having his face pressed into the dirt by large bear paws or held up against a tree as cubs are fucked into his fertile womb- his aching body happily accepting the seed.
Its terrifying to get hunted by a pack- especially as fragile as I am. I thought I was about to be torn apart before they made their intentions clear about using my weak body, taking advantage of my heat. But then he shows up.
Towering and powerful, the grizzly makes the pack scatter with just his presence alone, and honestly? It makes my tdick ache with need and my cunt drip the way they run from him. He's just so *big*. I'm stunned where I sit on the forest floor, too shocked to try to run.
And I learn just how big he is otherwise pretty immediately as my face is shoved into the dirt. Immediately, he starts fucking my aching cunt, claiming me just the way the wolves wanted to. He doesn't need to use much force to hold me down, between his sheer bulk and the fact that I know I should be grateful to him, but he does anyway. He lets me know for sure that struggling is useless without words, and buries his thick cock in my waiting pussy. I feel like a sex doll almost with how firmly in place I'm kept as he pounds into me, practically bruising my cervix with every thrust. My pleasure doesn't matter here- just his.
He knew my worth was in my womb, that's why he saved me. I was literally born to breed, so when he cums deep inside me and fills me up with his cubs, I feel complete. Honored, even, to carry this bears strong cubs. With his size I know I'll show soon, there's no way those genes won't transfer to the offspring he planted inside me. Everyone will be able to tell I was claimed right away, will know I'm a breeder whore. If I'm lucky, maybe he'll take me home and keep using me as a way to relieve stress and carry his cubs. If not, I'll be left here, aching from his strong cock and full of his seed, to deal with the consequences alone. Either way is his right, being the bigger and stronger of the two of us.
#i hope you know im imagining him with the bear body type as well because 🤤#ftm breeding#cvntboy#forced impreg#ftmpreg#impregnate her#cvmdump#cvm wh0re#trans breeding#deerboy#fvcktoy#fvckdoll#r@petoy#asks
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Question about livestock genetics:
I was just at a fox fur farm, and I've seen something similar happen in a video of a deer farm (for canned hunting) and I wonder if this is an issue.
The animals are of course born to die, with a select few living longer to become breeders, because of the ideal traits that they have.
Sometimes an animal will have a problem, such as a medical problem or a mother that rejects them, and the farmers take that one in and treat it and put money into it and bottle feed it.
Then, sometimes, they fall in love and don't want to kill the animal.
So they keep it...to become a breeder.
My question is, is it possible that this practice is breeding bad genetics into these populations? If "being a bad mom" is a guarantee that your offspring get to live and breed more, doesn't that mean poor motherhood genes get increased in the population of that particular farm?
Is this a problem? If so, can anyone suggest any reading on it?
Or, is this so rare of a situation that it's really not going to affect anything meaningfully?
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