#interspecies

[nemfrog]

And the gnat. A Hundred fables of La Fontaine. 1900.

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[fatehbaz]

Despite its green image, Ireland has surprisingly little forest. [...] [M]ore than 80% of the island of Ireland was [once] covered in trees. [...] [O]f that 11% of the Republic of Ireland that is [now] forested, the vast majority (9% of the country) is planted with [non-native] spruces like the Sitka spruce [in commercial plantations], a fast growing conifer originally from Alaska which can be harvested after just 15 years. Just 2% of Ireland is covered with native broadleaf trees.

Text by: Martha O’Hagan Luff. “Ireland has lost almost all of its native forests - here’s how to bring them back.” The Conversation. 24 February 2023. [Emphasis added.]

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[I]ndustrial [...] oil palm plantations [...] have proliferated in tropical regions in many parts of the world, often built at the expense of mangrove and humid forest lands, with the aim to transform them from 'worthless swamp' to agro-industrial complexes [...]. Another clear case [...] comes from the southernmost area in the Colombian Pacific [...]. Here, since the early 1980s, the forest has been destroyed and communities displaced to give way to oil palm plantations. Inexistent in the 1970s, by the mid-1990s they had expanded to over 30,000 hectares. The monotony of the plantation - row after row of palm as far as you can see, a green desert of sorts - replaced the diverse, heterogenous and entangled world of forest and communities.

Text by: Arturo Escobar. "Thinking-Feeling with the Earth: Territorial Struggles and the Ontological Dimension of the Epistemologies of the South." Revista de Antropologia Iberoamericana Volume 11 Issue 1. 2016. [Emphasis added.]

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But efforts to increase global tree cover to limit climate change have skewed towards erecting plantations of fast-growing trees [...] [because] planting trees can demonstrate results a lot quicker than natural forest restoration. [...] [But] ill-advised tree planting can unleash invasive species [...]. [In India] [t]o maximize how much timber these forests yielded, British foresters planted pines from Europe and North America in extensive plantations in the Himalayan region [...] and introduced acacia trees from Australia [...]. One of these species, wattle (Acacia mearnsii) [...] was planted in [...] the Western Ghats. This area is what scientists all a biodiversity hotspot – a globally rare ecosystem replete with species. Wattle has since become invasive and taken over much of the region’s mountainous grasslands. Similarly, pine has spread over much of the Himalayas and displaced native oak trees while teak has replaced sal, a native hardwood, in central India. Both oak and sal are valued for [...] fertiliser, medicine and oil. Their loss [...] impoverished many [local and Indigenous people]. [...]

India’s national forest policy [...] aims for trees on 33% of the country’s area. Schemes under this policy include plantations consisting of a single species such as eucalyptus or bamboo which grow fast and can increase tree cover quickly, demonstrating success according to this dubious measure. Sometimes these trees are planted in grasslands and other ecosystems where tree cover is naturally low. [...] The success of forest restoration efforts cannot be measured by tree cover alone. The Indian government’s definition of “forest” still encompasses plantations of a single tree species, orchards and even bamboo, which actually belongs to the grass family. This means that biennial forest surveys cannot quantify how much natural forest has been restored, or convey the consequences of displacing native trees with competitive plantation species or identify if these exotic trees have invaded natural grasslands which have then been falsely recorded as restored forests. [...] Planting trees does not necessarily mean a forest is being restored. And reviving ecosystems in which trees are scarce is important too.

Text by: Dhanapal Govindarajulu. "India was a tree planting laboratory for 200 years - here are the results." The Conversation. 10 August 2023. [Emphasis added.]

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Nations and companies are competing to appropriate the last piece of available “untapped” forest that can provide the most amount of “environmental services.” [...] When British Empire forestry was first established as a disciplinary practice in India, [...] it proscribed private interests and initiated a new system of forest management based on a logic of utilitarian [extraction] [...]. Rather than the actual survival of plants or animals, the goal of this forestry was focused on preventing the exhaustion of resource extraction. [...]

Text by: Daniel Fernandez and Alon Schwabe. "The Offsetted." e-flux Architecture (Positions). November 2013. [Emphasis added.]

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At first glance, the statistics tell a hopeful story: Chile’s forests are expanding. […] On the ground, however, a different scene plays out: monocultures have replaced diverse natural forests [...]. At the crux of these [...] narratives is the definition of a single word: “forest.” [...] Pinochet’s wave of [...] [laws] included Forest Ordinance 701, passed in 1974, which subsidized the expansion of tree plantations [...] and gave the National Forestry Corporation control of Mapuche lands. This law set in motion an enormous expansion in fiber-farms, which are vast expanses of monoculture plantations Pinus radiata and Eucalyptus species grown for paper manufacturing and timber. [T]hese new plantations replaced native forests […]. According to a recent study in Landscape and Urban Planning, timber plantations expanded by a factor of ten from 1975 to 2007, and now occupy 43 percent of the South-central Chilean landscape. [...] While the confusion surrounding the definition of “forest” may appear to be an issue of semantics, Dr. Francis Putz [...] warns otherwise in a recent review published in Biotropica. […] Monoculture plantations are optimized for a single product, whereas native forests offer [...] water regulation, hosting biodiversity, and building soil fertility. [...][A]ccording to Putz, the distinction between plantations and native forests needs to be made clear. “[...] [A]nd the point that plantations are NOT forests needs to be made repeatedly [...]."

Text by: Julian Moll-Rocek. “When forests aren’t really forests: the high cost of Chile’s tree plantations.” Mongabay. 18 August 2014. [Emphasis added.]

[kabr0ztrousers]

Kabr0z Writes Episode 9: Farm Work

Find the rest of the stories here!

CWs: Noncon; kidnap; lactation play; transformation; restraints; corruption; forced impregnation; forced tf; bondage; probably a dozen things I've missed

Author's note: I'm really not kidding when I say you can help by giving me ideas! Want me to write about something? Drop me an ask or a DM! I'll probably get around to it in the next 350+ days!

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Maybe you stayed out a little late? Maybe you were in the wrong place at the wrong time? All you know is you got jumped.

It was on the way home after work, you hadn't noticed them get off the train behind you, hadn't heard them gaining on you. You only noticed them when the chemical-smelling rag was pressed against your face, and the world went dark.

You woke up already naked and sweaty. Your arms were bound down your back, forcing your chest to push out, showing off your tits in the half-light. You could hear shouting in the next room, then everyone went quiet quiet as a voice called out 

"Next is lot 35, female, mid 20's, recently acquired"

They pushed you forwards and you stumbled, your ankles tied so you could only take small, hobbling steps, your bare feet numb on the cold concrete floor.

You emerged through the door into a spotlight. Blinking against the light you could see the room was full of people but you couldn't see any faces. 

Everyone could see you, bare, glistening, unable to cover yourself. You cowered away from their gaze, and yelped when a man hit you across the buttocks with a cane.

The auctioneer started the bidding, calling out numbers and taking bids faster than your addled, panicking brain could follow them. All the while, the man with the cane was watching. If you slouched? Whack. If you looked down? Whack. If you tried to hide any part of you? Whack.

The gavel went down. You're not sure how much you sold for. You were led off into another room, then into the back of a van.

You weren't sure how long you were in there, gradually coming down from whatever they used to knock you out. When they opened the doors you were somewhere else.

A large man, bald and scarred, manhandled you up and tightened a collar around your neck. He attached a long pole to it and started to manoeuvre you out. You were pulled through a maze of corridors, into a room with dozens of other women restrained to the floor and groaning. A smaller man waited, dressed in riding gear and carrying a crop.

"Ah, the new arrival." He pulled out a torch and examined you by the light, prodding and poking, feeling your tits and forcing open your mouth to see inside "All her own teeth, reasonable build, looks perfectly adequate. Get her settled." He left the room by the door you came in. 

The large man pushed you to a space between two other women and attached your collar to the floor with a short length of chain before going behind you and connecting your ankles to the floor. 

You were stuck there, knelt down with your naked ass in the air, face inches from the floor. 

That's when you heard it. Something was being led up behind you. Something huge and snarling. You could feel it's breath on your behind as it got to you. It was smelling you. Then it was upon you. 

It was heavy on your back, driving your face and chest into the floor as it thrust it's cock over your ass. It felt huge on your back, already oozing fluids. You cried out as it found its mark and started pressing against your pussy. It slid off again and again as it thrust madly, over and under you, until it didn't.

The pain almost made you black out. It was bigger than anything you'd had down there, and it wasn't letting up. Again and again it pounded into you until you couldn't see for tears and your screams turned to hoarse whispers.

Only then did it slow. One. Two. Three last mighty pumps into your quivering, punished pussy before it held in its throbbing cock. How breath on the back of your neck, stale and damp. You could feel the cum filling you up, pooling in your womb. It pulled out, your pose stopping any from spilling out despite your loosened hole. Whatever it was was being pulled away from you. Drawn sullenly back to wherever it was kept. 

You didn't move for the rest of the day. Not that you had much choice.

You woke to a bowl in front of you, filled with a tasteless beige slop. You tried not to eat, the food making your stomach turn. You weren't given a choice. You had your face pushed down into it, forced to eat just to make enough space to breathe.

This continued for weeks.

You thought it was just the food at first, making you sick when you woke up. Then you realised you hadn't had a period yet. Then you felt yourself start to grow. Your belly and your tits both getting larger. You couldn't not notice it. They couldn't either.

You woke to someone hefting your tits. They were manhandling them into plastic cups, suctioned on around your growing nipples. Then they turned the machine on.

You groaned. The machine was suckling you. Gently pulsing the suction up and down to start milking your tits. It lasted for hours. Days. Eventually you felt yourself starting to give milk, you saw it flowing down the tubes leading from your body. 

The food changed. It wasn't just flavourless any more. Now there was something different about it, something strange that made your tits and clit tingle and throb. 

It didn't stop. All day and all night the machine would pump out milk, more and more as the drugs and your own body did their work. You felt something else as well. Your clit kept tingling and buzzing, the drugs and the unending stimulation keeping you on edge, always ready to orgasm at any moment. But the moment never came.

The handlers don't touch you now. You hadn't had the creature since the first night. You're nothing but a whimpering cow, mooing and braying on the machines.

Until you aren't.

The handlers are taking notice of you again. You're hearing them talking about you. You're almost ready. 

You wake to someone behind you. You wiggle your ass to get some attention, and feel something strange between your thighs. Your clit feels big and hard against your legs. It must be at least an inch long after all the drugs and the edging. You feel it. Another tube suctioned over your clit. You hear a button clicking on the machine milking you. The cup on your clit starts pulsing in time with the others.

It's too much.

You cum immediately, the orgasm causing your swollen pussy to contract and throb, begging to be filled with something, anything. You moaned and begged for the man behind you to just fuck you already, you didn't care any more, you just wanted him inside you. 

He walked away. 

You don't know how long the orgasm lasts. By the time you can think straight again you're face down in a puddle of drool, your hips still bucking in time with the suckling on your tits and your swollen clit.

The strange taste is still in your food. It feels like every few days your tits grow another size, your clit another inch. 

Then it happens. You can feel something welling up from within you, pulsing through you. It feels like something is travelling up the length of your distended clit, coming closer and closer until inch by tortuous inch it starts.

You cum. Your pussy cleanches and squirts, your body convulses and you thrust your hips forward reflexively.

You can feel something coming out of your clit. Thick, hot cum is flowing out of you in a steady stream, each pulse makes you cry out in ecstasy. 

The drugs, the humiliating position you'd been stuck in for months, the beast growing in your belly, all forgotten.

This is all you want. To kneel here. To be milked for everything you have. To be knocked back up whenever you finally give birth to whatever it is in your belly.

You won't leave here, not for anything

[whimsyvixen]

How cute would it be if they swapped baby versions of themselves?

(Science anon you have me thinking about this now)

[bloodybosom]

Fay Wray and King Kong by Marcus Boas

[the-witchs-posts]

my little short comic from my planet of the apes oc salem going hunting with caesar and and the apes...

until something goes wrong 😏🖤✨

this is by no means perfect,

but im still really proud of all the work i put into it and how it came out at the end 😊👍

[toonsforkicks22]

His greatest find of the mission 💚

I’m naming her Diana (like Wonder Woman)

[naughtybg3confessions]

I'm seeing surprisingly few wildshape confessions and I can only conclude that y'all're cowards.

Bring me that bear dick.

[fatehbaz]

Travel back [...] a few hundred years to before the industrial revolution, and the wildlife of Britain and Ireland looks very different indeed. 

Take orcas: while there are now less than ten left in Britain’s only permanent (and non-breeding) resident population, around 250 years ago the English [...] naturalist John Wallis gave this extraordinary account of a mass stranding of orcas on the north Northumberland coast [...]. If this record is reliable, then more orcas were stranded on this beach south of the Farne Islands on one day in 1734 than are probably ever present in British and Irish waters today. [...]

Other careful naturalists from this period observed orcas around the coasts of Cornwall, Norfolk and Suffolk. I have spent the last five years tracking down more than 10,000 records of wildlife recorded between 1529 and 1772 by naturalists, travellers, historians and antiquarians throughout Britain and Ireland, in order to reevaluate the prevalence and habits of more than 150 species [...].

In the early modern period, wolves, beavers and probably some lynxes still survived in regions of Scotland and Ireland. By this point, wolves in particular seem to have become re-imagined as monsters [...].

Elsewhere in Scotland, the now globally extinct great auk could still be found on islands in the Outer Hebrides. Looking a bit like a penguin but most closely related to the razorbill, the great auk’s vulnerability is highlighted by writer Martin Martin while mapping St Kilda in 1697 [...].

[A]nd pine martens and “Scottish” wildcats were also found in England and Wales. Fishers caught burbot and sturgeon in both rivers and at sea, [...] as well as now-scarce fishes such as the angelshark, halibut and common skate. Threatened molluscs like the freshwater pearl mussel and oyster were also far more widespread. [...]

Predators such as wolves that interfered with human happiness were ruthlessly hunted. Authors such as Robert Sibbald, in his natural history of Scotland (1684), are aware and indeed pleased that several species of wolf have gone extinct:

There must be a divine kindness directed towards our homeland, because most of our animals have a use for human life. We also lack those wild and savage ones of other regions. Wolves were common once upon a time, and even bears are spoken of among the Scottish, but time extinguished the genera and they are extirpated from the island.

The wolf was of no use for food and medicine and did no service for humans, so its extinction could be celebrated as an achievement towards the creation of a more civilised world. Around 30 natural history sources written between the 16th and 18th centuries remark on the absence of the wolf from England, Wales and much of Scotland. [...]

In Pococke’s 1760 Tour of Scotland, he describes being told about a wild species of cat – which seems, incredibly, to be a lynx – still living in the old county of Kirkcudbrightshire in the south-west of Scotland. Much of Pococke’s description of this cat is tied up with its persecution, apparently including an extra cost that the fox-hunter charges for killing lynxes:

They have also a wild cat three times as big as the common cat. [...] It is said they will attack a man who would attempt to take their young one [...]. The country pays about £20 a year to a person who is obliged to come and destroy the foxes when they send to him. [...]

The capercaillie is another example of a species whose decline was correctly recognised by early modern writers. Today, this large turkey-like bird [...] is found only rarely in the north of Scotland, but 250–500 years ago it was recorded in the west of Ireland as well as a swathe of Scotland north of the central belt. [...] Charles Smith, the prolific Dublin-based author who had theorised about the decline of herring on the coast of County Down, also recorded the capercaillie in County Cork in the south of Ireland, but noted: This bird is not found in England and now rarely in Ireland, since our woods have been destroyed. [...] Despite being protected by law in Scotland from 1621 and in Ireland 90 years later, the capercaillie went extinct in both countries in the 18th century [...].

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Images, captions, and all text above by: Lee Raye. “Wildlife wonders of Britain and Ireland before the industrial revolution – my research reveals all the biodiversity we’ve lost.” The Conversation. 17 July 2023. [Map by Lee Raye. Bold emphasis and some paragraph breaks/contractions added by me. Presented here for commentary, teaching, criticism purposes.]

[kabr0ztrousers]

Kabr0z Writes Episode 12 - Debt, part 3

Also entitled: Endings and Beginnings 

Find the Kabr0z Writes Anthology, including parts 1 and 2 here!

CWs: group sex; anonymous sex; noncon; dubcon; more coercion including coercion via financial means; Lots of fucking; pregnancy mention; creampies; free-use; s&m dynamics; role switching; marriage mentioned

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You kept thinking about that party. The first task was easy, suck off a handsome lupine under his desk? You might've done that for free if he bought you dinner (which he ended up doing anyway), but being the centrepiece for a masked orgy was a little more than you bargained for. It wasn't like you didn't enjoy yourself, and Professor Blaidd was very considerate, when he wasn't playing the taskmaster, all soft fur and tenderness. You still had the pyjamas he gave you, and you were still finding his greying hair on them.

Thank goodness for small mercies, you shrugged, if you're going to be led by the purse-strings into subbing for some guy and his friends, at least you nabbed a cute one. For all your doubts though, you were still wearing the anal toy he gave you last time as you walked through the lobby to the elevator. The lowest setting so it wasn't obvious, but was keeping you in the mood.

You knocked on the office door and entered. Blaidd was waiting for you, sat on his desk typing on his phone. He was dressed as he was when you first met him, a the tan blazer, matching trousers and white shirt, salt-and-pepper fur spilling out of the collar and cuffs. You stepped forward and gave him a hug. He started back, but then returned it, holding your head into his chest. His smell was amazing, the scent of old books and a hint of musk. 

"This is the last task" He pulled away from the hug and looked into your eyes "It's going to be... Intense"

"More than your party?" You met his gaze

"Yes, I still know all the participants and have personally vetted them, but it's going to be a lot" He got up, moving you to one side "It'll be easier to explain when we get there"

You followed him out of the office and into his car. It felt almost strange to be sat here wearing actual clothes, even if you did still have something in you, gently buzzing against the seat.

Blaidd's ears cocked "Do you hear that?"

"Hm?" You listened closer

"There's been this strange noise since you came into my office, like a hum..." His eyes widened "You're not..!"

"Maybe?" You failed to suppress a smirk, of course he could hear it "If you wanted a dress code, you should have told me"

He grinned "It's fine, but it's going to come out soon, we're here"

You'd pulled into a warehouse car park and got out, coming around the front to let you out again, taking his arm and allowing yourself to be led inside.

The building looked much less intimidating inside than out, soft pink mood lighting illuminated a reception desk, where Blaidd passed a scantily-clad woman in bunny ears a printout. She looked it over, nodded, and wordlessly led you both into another room.

This room was darker, with a divider across it, a wide hole cut into it roughly at waist height. Blaidd nodded to the concierge and pushed some banknotes into her hand "Give us twenty minutes to get settled, I'll let you know when to start letting them in" She nodded and left the room 

"Slipping her a bribe so she doesn't call the police?" You giggled. Despite being in the rough part of town, despite being in an unfamiliar building, despite the dubious 'them' Blaidd mentioned, you seemed unable to feel unsafe around him

"Oh, you know" Blaidd smiled "Just the tip"

You facepalmed, you knew he was corny but that's still a bit much 

Blaidd was laughing at his own joke as he brought you behind the divider and sat you on a bench. You could see a headrest and armrests, complete with restraints. Clearly this was intended to for someone to lie on it for a while without a break.

"This will be a free-use scene, have you heard of it?"

You nodded 

"Good, now get undressed and lie down"

You did so, slowly peeling off each item, making sure he was watching as you did. This time though, he was stripping for you too. You hadn't realised how broad his chest was, or how thick the fur really was under his clothes. The sight of his cock peeking out of his sheath made your pulse quicken. You lay on the bench, completely nude with your lower half on the other side of the divider and let him buckle down your hands. He pulled down a curtain and fastened it around your midriff, preventing you seeing anything on the other side of the thin wall, before padding around the other side. 

Soft hands grasped your ankle, before lifting it up and securing it with a rope. One leg suspended, and those hands on the other ankle you felt something, that bastard!

You couldn't help but laugh and squirm, he was licking the sole of your foot, the tickling making you call out before he tied that one up too. "Just a taste, the men waiting will have free reign of anything this side of the curtain." A pause "Speaking of free reign"

The plug in your ass pushed deeper in. He must be pressing on it, the vibrations pulsing deeper in you. You squeaked as his other hand started working your pussy, a thumb circling your clit while fingers explored your folds. Then the plug was pulled out of you. Another pause. You felt something wet enter your rear. It wasn't his cock, you could guess that much, maybe two fingers? Another joined them, gently massaging your asshole. Your whines filled your ears, drowning out the sloppy sound of his hands in your ass and pussy.

Then nothing, "Blaidd" you whimpered at the deprivation 

You heard him laugh and knock on the door "Ready" he called out, before appearing behind the divider again "I'll be here in a... Supervisory role, just for safety" 

The hand stroking his cock said otherwise.

You heard the door open. Then a clinking sound. Something rested on your exposed pussy. You lifted your pelvis, gently rubbing yourself on it before it slid inside. The thrusting was slow at first. You bucked against it, trying to fuck yourself on whatever it was that's been put inside you. The man grunted and sped up. 

"That's right" you growled "Fuck me properly"

You think he heard you. Hands grabbed your hips and he pulled himself into you. You could feel his balls slapping on you as he drove himself in and out. In and out. In and out. You started to moan. To look at Blaidd, stood there, absent mindedly rubbing his cock and staring at your rolling tits. "My mouth"

He looked at you, and raised an eyebrow 

"Fuck my mouth, Blaidd" 

The man behind the wall pushed in hard, you gasped as he squeezed your hips and twitched inside you. He hadn't lasted long enough 

"I can't interfere, pet," Blaidd grinned at you "I'm just here to watch" 

The man pulled out, something rubbed your leg, then the door again. You stared at Blaidd's grin as you felt someone push two fingers into you. Whoever this was, they knew what they were doing. The fingers pulled up against you, driving hard into your g-spot as a tongue started flicking at your clit. You could feel the previous man's cum leaking out of you as your pussy clenched harder and harder. You could see two wolves in front of you now, both holding that cock you wanted to taste so much. 

The fingering stopped. 

You cried out. Bucking madly hoping to find something, anything to rub against but only humping the air. 

A slap came across your ass. Then another. Another. Another. You could feel it coming. With every slap across your ass. Again. Again. 

A scream. You didn't register it as yours for a couple of seconds. Then you noticed you were panting 

"Please, Blaidd, please" you begged, but he just grinned wider as a cock pushed into your squirming pussy and started rutting into you. You squeezed and bucked against him as he thrust. You wanted to milk him. The man pushed in and started to cum. More thick fluids deposited in you as he shuddered against you, before whipping himself out. Another rub on your bare thigh and the sound of the door again.

"Blai-dd" you moaned at him. You could see him leaking as he slowly pawed himself off, grinning at you, but still not touching 

The door again, this time you could hear the man enter, hooves clopping on the ground. 

An equine. You wondered if it was the one from the party. Whoever it was, he was huge. You felt the thick, flat-ended cock as he rested it on top of you.

It felt even bigger as it entered. He pushed it in gently at first. Your breathing catching and whining as it inched inside, stretching you around it. He started fucking. Pushing a little deeper every thrust. Slowly, painfully, he worked you down his length, every inch making you yelp and tear up until you were at his hilt. He waited a moment. The ridiculous cock deep in you. You noticed something: Your hips were moving. Even as this monster was stretching you, bringing tears to your eyes, you were getting off on it. The equine pulled himself almost out of you. You gasped as the flare on the end of his cock dragged against your insides, pulling out a trickle of fluids behind it until it paused, just the head inside you. You knew what was coming. You rolled your hips, hearing him moan as you edged him a little.

He thrust in. The breath was driven from you as it filled you. He was done being gentle. Each thrust drove the huge cock to your cervix, battering against it and making you cry out. You could feel yourself getting closer despite the pain, maybe because of it. Again and again he rammed into you, driving you further and further. He pushed in one last time. Pressed deepe into you than you've ever felt. He pumped wave after wave of cum into you. You could feel it dripping out of you as he started going soft inside you, his cock rapidly retracting into his sheath. Another touch on your thigh and he was gone.

One after another, men came into the room and had their way with you, one way or the other. Most used your soaking pussy, some preferring your ass, some would just finger you or eat you out to another screaming orgasm then leave.

All the while, Blaidd just stood there, stroking his cock and watching you beg him to finally give it to you.

A woman's voice came from the other side of the wall. "That's everyone, Mr. Blaidd, you've got an hour to get ready then we need to get the cleaning staff in"

Blaidd took out his phone and tapped a few buttons, then pulled on some boxers and started work on the buckles restraining you. He said something, but you didn't hear. You were watching the damp patch on his underwear. It was growing, little by little as his bulge twitched underneath.

Your torso was free. You bided your time. 

He rounded the divider and pulled on the knots holding your ankles, releasing them. You gasped as your legs dropped, the sudden change of position feeling weird after spending hours suspended. You opened the divider and pulled your lower half in. Your thighs were covered in tally marks, you counted 28. Did 28 different men just finish in you? Or did everyone get a mark whether they did or not? You weren't paying enough attention to know for sure. There was only one cock you cared about now.

Just as expected. Blaidd came back to you, and sat next to you.

"Is that everything now" you asked, trying to seem innocent 

"Yes, the money's been sent to your account. It should already have landed. It's been nice working with you"

He seemed withdrawn suddenly, almost bashful, sat there in nothing but his underwear. 

"So what happens now?

"I'll stay here as long as you need, then I can give you a ride home" He looked down slightly, his tail hanging low and his ears drooping

"You'll give me a ride alright" You manhandled him down onto the bench and opened his flies. His still-throbbing cock sprung out, already lubed up with his precum.

His ears pricked up as you swung your leg over him and positioned his cock under you. "I'm not your whore any more, but I've seen how you look at me" he gasped as you lowered yourself onto his cock. Between the fluid on his cock and the cum oozing out of you there was no need for any foreplay. 

His moans only got more intense as you rode him. Your pussy was already stretched out so you didn't struggle taking him. You could feel his knot under you. You pushed down on it, watching his face scrunch up, then relax into a hazy smile once it popped in.

Now the fun begins. You clenched your pelvic muscles, flexing your kegels against the knotted cock inside you. You kept riding him hard, feeling him fill you. You were almost there. Just a little more and...

There.

Your orgasm rocked through you. Easily the best one of the day as you pushed the knotted cock inside your aching cunt. Again and again you came for him without any breaks in between.

He must have been closer than you thought. He cried out and pulled you down onto him, spurting his load directly into your womb, half whining, half howling. You kissed. You lay there. His knot gradually deflated, slipping out and spilling cum over his underwear. You still lay there.

You cuddled until the door opened again and a pair of people in gloves and masks shooed you from the room, wrapping towels around you and pointing you to showers down the hall.

Sat outside the warehouse. Dressed in the clothes you wore this morning, waiting in Blaidd's car as he deals with the people inside. 

You craned your neck to see the door, just as it opens and your wolf walked out. Back in his suit, as though nothing happened.

The car door opened and he sat next to you.

"I got a bit of a telling off for that, but we're hardly the first to overstay our booking, and we weren't actively fucking so it was more of a finger-wag than a warning"

"So... What happens now?"

"I told you" Blaidd sighed "The experiment's done. You've been paid, now you never need to see me again" his ears drooped again

"What if I want to see you?"

His gaze met yours "Well, the study was concerning purely transactional relationships, but that's done now so..."

You finished his thought "So we can still see each other?" 

"If you want to, there's no reason we can't see where this goes?"

You kissed.

That was almost two years ago. Since then, you have become Mrs. Blaidd, and settled into a cushy PA role working for him. Mostly you re-enact your first meeting, and enjoy lavish lunches. Although you've had to cut down on crawling under the desk, and cut out drinking altogether. 

After all, can't have alcohol with pups on the way

[bloodybosom2]

[pink-writer-girl]

Did an art trade with @the-witchs-posts they drew my OC Iris and Luca and the slow bond they began to form :) I love the art so much 😻 they drew Iris so good and did the details of her scars so accurate

[the-witchs-posts]

trying yet again to post my pota oc x"3

this time with cropped pictures so maybe this time it wont be deleted xD

[slushie5544]

(1/2) A New Year, Same Old Love

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62014474/chapters/158590699

Yes this is based off @msmimundo ‘s new years comic! It started as a one-shot but then this happened so enjoy the first part of this Perryshmirtz New Years two-shot (If you squint enough this could be a song fic..)

Word count: 2,508

“Five! Four! Three! Two! One!! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!”

A bright purple blast from Heinz’s disguised inator blasted over the crowd of excited partygoers as they blissfully watched the New Year ball drop; not even registering the unknown light that flashed over them. However, Perry didn’t move from his spot, with arms crossed over his chest and a neutral expression he merely watched as his long-time nemesis finally ‘defeated him’. Even when Heinz gloated about his success and tried to get everyone to follow him to take over the Tri-State area, the platypus stayed in his seat. He knew this plan wouldn’t work out as someone mentioned, -no one ever keeps their New Year resolutions!

Hey, it was a New Year, and even an ‘evil’ scientist deserved a win occasionally. It was a short-lived victory, but seeing that wide, crooked smile and hearing his boisterous laugh made it worth it for the platypus. Perry had to fight back his smirk when he noticed how frustrated Heinz was becoming at the realization that his plans were once again foiled; it was a silent joy the agent took pleasure in. That is until he was called out for still throwing his usual punches and over-the-top cartoony violence despite knowing what would happen. His eyes softened and shoulders raised with a grin curling the side of his beak- because that’s what they do!

Finally, figuring his job was done here, Perry hopped down from the stoop and b-lined it for a side door before any of his family members noticed his presence. Just barely making it to an exit, he looked over his shoulder at the large monitor broadcasting the kids celebrating together back at home. Heinz was gone from the stage, something panged within his chest, but the platypus shook his head and turned to the mob of people near the dancefloor- He couldn’t have gone far.

Couples, friends, and family were all gathered together too enthralled in each other’s company to pay much mind to anything else around them. On the other side of the room were three familiar faces he had been trying to avoid all night- Oh, the irony.

However, instead of turning away, Perry paused and watched his family members enjoy their night together. Candace and her boyfriend were almost like a couple from a fantasy, their sways and spins had them completely take up the room, but their focus was solely on the other. It was as if they were in a fairytale just like the stories Linda would tell her daughter on nights when the little girl couldn’t sleep. Though he’d never admit it to himself, Perry enjoyed the stories as he curled up at the end of her bed to keep company on those especially hard nights. Seeing Jeremy dipped and twirled, Candace brought back that strange tightness to the agent’s chest, but he quickly shook the feeling with a roll of his eyes. He had to remember this was reality, not some made-up fantasy world! Besides, Perry never saw himself as any of kind ‘prince charming’ he always preferred the idea of being a knight instead; plus Heinz would never accept being the ‘damsel in distress’!- Maybe some kind of mischievous alchemist or a warlock.

As both teenagers continued maneuvering through the crowd he spotted Linda and Lawrence dancing together. With interlocked fingers and slow steps together, the married couple leaned their heads against one another while blindly guiding each other. They didn’t need to open their eyes though, having done this dance hundreds of times all they needed was to trust one another. It was as if they were completely cut off from the party’s loud and lively atmosphere; instead, they were lost in each other’s presence and went at their own pace. It was a type of love that only bloomed after years of knowing and accepting one another from the inside and out. From the smallest quirks to even the downright insane ideas they come up with because they were meant for each other as husband and wife. The two embraced one another in a kiss which Perry had to tear his eyes away from to look at his empty teal paws which clenched then opened against his chest- What color would look the best if that ever happened? Wait…

Before his thoughts could get the best of Perry he turned to the exit door that had been his escape route only to be met by a pair of legs that blocked the path. However, his mind only spiraled back to the images he had been trying to shake off as the person in thought stared him down with those midnight hues. A smirk twisted on the man’s lips as he stepped closer and adjusted his bowtie.- OH NOW HE SHOWS UP!?

“Well, well, well, Perry the Platypus… Leaving so soon? The party’s just getting started!” the agent took a step back with fists raised, but Heinz quickly stepped forward with his hands in the air. “No seriously! It’s a New Year’s party and everyone is so busy mingling that the buffet is completely up for grabs! I was thinking about taking a dish or two home honestly and…” Perry lowered his paws and arched an eyebrow, to which his nemesis let out a sigh and started rubbing the back of his neck, “Listen, my plan may not have worked out quite like I thought, b-b-but I still technically won a-and every time you win you always just up and leave, well not this time! New year, new me baby!! Now as the official winner, I do believe a reward is in order!”

With a half-smirk that rivaled Perry’s, Heinz extended a hand out for his nemesis to grab. The agent took a slight glance over his shoulder, his family was on the other side of the wave of people, though he figured if they hadn’t seen him on the stage then perhaps the other was right.- They’re so busy with one another that they wouldn’t even notice.

“Oh come on Perry the Platypus, are you cold feet, or should I be the one to lead this ti-eaahh-!?”

Heinz hadn’t even finished his tease when the small platypus jerked him forward with enough force to cause him to stumble into the crowd. Thankfully, Perry was able to catch the back of his suit before he hit the ground, with another forceful yank backward the platypus caught the taller man with both of his paws looped under his slim back. Thankfully Heinz's heightened reaction time always came in handy as he quickly maneuvered and balanced in the mammal’s grip by bending his knees and encircling his arms around the agent. With wide eyes, Heinz tried to chuckle over the rising lump in his throat as half-lidded chestnut orbs stared back at him. The flush of red started from his ears and he could feel the rush make its way to his face. Heinz started thinking maybe he should’ve found an outfit with fewer layers.

Perry gave a chirr of satisfaction and brought the other back up to his feet, but just for added flair he also took the man’s arms, spun him in a circle then caught his hands again. Once he finally got his balance, Heinz realized he was already following in step with the platypus. Paw in hand, the two mirrored one another and kicked to the beat of the music. However, all they could hear was the thumping of their hearts against their chest as the duo kept up with one another no matter the surprise. When Heinz took both of his paws and crouched to his level, Perry saw a glint of mischievous delight which he quickly understood. Always one step ahead of his nemesis the small mammal hopped in the air so he could be swung once, then twice before somersaulting in the air so he could land on Heinz’s arched back.

“You always have to show off in some sort of way, don’t you? I bet you wouldn’t be as flashy if we were similar heights! Well no matter, because no one can resist the ultimate dance move, the bee’s knees! Muahaha, I guess you can say this is my plan Bee! I’m just buzzing with all kinds of plans this year! Oh, I’m sorry are my amazing puns bugging you? Didn’t know you were such a Buzzkii-aack! Hey!!” With a roll of his eyes, Perry flipped over Heinz’s shoulders and pushed his tophat down further, till it covered his eyes and put an end to his spew of puns. “Alright, alright, I’m done! Yeesh, some just can't appreciate a good joke every so often! Curse you Perry the Platypus!”

While the smug platypus watched the other struggle wriggling the tight brim off of his head, Perry couldn’t fight the silent chuckle any longer. Had his nemesis been able to lift the hat up he would’ve seen the dopiest, most lovestruck smile that overtook his usual nonchalant neutral expression. However, instead the two stopped when the music came to a scratching halt and a voice spoke overhead.

“Alright Ladies, Gentlemen, and Everyone else in between! It’s time to slooooww~ down a bit as we start wrapping this wicked New Year’s party up! So grab a loved one and enjoy the next couple of tracks to start your year off right! Our first song has been highly requested, this goes out to all the couples who’ve been going through it, but are still preserving together! No matter the differences or trials their love is put through, but at the end of the day know it's all worth it for them!!”

Perry was the first to react as he looked up and noticed the lights dimmed to a softer purple and blue with magenta hues that reflected from the spinning disco ball above. From the speakers, a reverbed autotuned voice repeated the words in a language he had learned years ago while in the academy. Just hearing the first handful of lyrics before the beat picked up made the platypus grateful his fur covered his heated face.- I love you, I hate you, I love you, I hate you.

“UGH! Verdammt, dieser blöde Hut!” Perry glanced back to Heinz who gave up on taking off the tight hat. “Great, now I’m stuck annnnd… Perry the Platypus left..” his shoulders sank, “again.. Fantastic, truly, just what I wanted! Ditched, in the middle of a slow-dancing crowd that I can’t even see to get out! I can barely even hear the music. Is this French? What even are some of these lyrics, ‘Better than alone, is to be in bad company’? That’s not even how the saying go-WOoAH!”

Amidst his blind rant, Heinz’s hand was grabbed and tugged to the ground which he hadn’t expected leading to his knees quickly buckling under him. Thankfully, and to his surprise, a small frame caught his fall with short arms wrapping under his armpits.

“P-Perry the Platypus? You’re still here, wh-what are you doing?”

He didn’t get an answer, not even a chitter back; instead, Perry guided the other’s neck down to help him out of this predicament. However, as the small mammal reached up to grab the tophat’s brim he hesitated as the lyrics before the chorus quietly repeated in his mind- Stay close to your dearest friends, but also even closer to your adversaries.

For a split second chestnut brown eyes trailed down to the thin line of Heinz’s lips and trailed up the sharp edges of his jawline. He hadn’t missed the faintly darker shade that slowly rose up his high cheeks partially hidden under the cap. Perry looked straight ahead only to realize how close their nose and beak were. However, no matter how much Heinz complained about his nose constantly ‘being in the way,’ the billed mammal merely saw it as another feature of the scientist that he could easily kii-ck… Kick! Nothing more!

After forgetting his thoughts, the agent gave the top hat a quick yet forceful tug which managed to at least free his face from the confines. Well, this was a bad idea on Perry’s end as the grown man looked down at him with wide eyes that matched the dark sky. The magenta-accented lights only made them shimmer like he held the stars in them, but to the other, he held the galaxy.- What kind of emotion, is it hatred, or pure sweetness when I hear your name?

“Er… Perry the Platypus, are you ok? You look like you’ve either seen a ghost or considering punching me in the.. I haven’t even done anything! You’re the one holding me down here! A-Anyways, thanks for the help I’ll go ahead and get back up nn..-ooow!! Will you stop doing that!? I am not just some doll you can drag arounnn… what are you doing?”

Before Heinz made a move to start standing he was pulled back down by his nemesis who stared up at him with a narrow glare, but something seemed different. Perry didn’t move, his eyes were locked onto his, but he seemed lost in thought. Was there something on his face? Maybe the hat left an awkward indentation across his face, his cheeks were definitely becoming warm from the blood circulating back up, that was all it was, surely! Raising a hand, Heinz went to rub the irritation from his face, but his palm was caught by a small paw.

Perry could do this, they’ve danced together numerous times! This couldn’t be any different than every other time hes led them through it. The steps on how to dance with his nemesis came to his mind as he reached his right paw around Heinz’s waist. However, despite the closed distance when the platypus took the first step back, the hunched man didn’t follow along. His knees barely had room to move forward comfortably, not to mention it seemed the other wasn’t sure what was going on.This wasn’t going to work, this was a stupid idea to begin with! It was like the song was taunting him at this point.- But my best enemy is you.. Flee from me, the worst is you and I.

A small irritated growl escaped from the agent as his shoulders dropped, but he didn’t let go of the scientist in his small hold. He took one more glance up and down his face before sighing and pulled Heinz up from his knees.

“Wh- You pulled me down to the ground just so you could help me back up!? You know Perry the Platypus, sometimes you’re a real mystery to even me..”

Perry could feel his eye twitch at his nemesis’s obliviousness, it truly was a blessing and a curse for the platypus. Quickly though he turned around while pulling his fedora down, the once mild warmth that started under his fur was making its way down his bill. Was it from frustration or the embarrassment? Honestly, Perry wasn’t entirely sure himself. But the last lyrics of the song only hammered in how truly felt.- I hate you, I love you, I hate you, I love you..

Well thank you guys for reading this far! If you’ve seen the next part of their comic then you’ll know where this is gonna lead, but I just gotta work out the kinks and knots and stuff lmaooo!!!

I’ve been really wanting to find an excuse to write these two dancing and this is the closest imma get until I get to the ball scene in my Cinderella au, so this shall suffice!

Like always thank you guys for even reading this far and much love to all of you!!! Hope you guys enjoyed and uh… yeah.. 🤎💙💕

[naughtybg3confessions]

You know the strange ox that if you kill it Dammon dies? I bet that thing has the infernal hots for him. I want to watch its ooze body slip over Dammon and plug all his holes. Have him so udderly (huehue, pun) debauched by being inside of it that he fills it with pockets of his hot splurts of cum until he's completely drained.

[offbeat-manga-ships]

OU NO KEMONO: ENPEI NO ARCANA / 王の獣～掩蔽のアルカナ～ / THE KING’S BEAST by Touma Rei / 藤間麗 • chapter 12