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idontknowreallywhy · 16 days ago

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Expert

I left a little idea hanging in this fic which really needed some investigation. And the muse finally returned on my commute yesterday so, while this isn’t my most well thought through or deviously plotted fic, the idea entertained me so I hope you’ll enjoy it too :) Wee Tracy fluff!

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“Scooooo-ooooott!!!!!”

“Scottyyyyyy?!!”

Don’t panic don’t panic don’t panic.

“You win, little man! You’re so clever! Can you come out now?”

A little bead of sweat tickled its way past Jeff’s eyebrow and he swiped at it impatiently. It was important to keep the panic out of his voice so he kept up the singsong tone:

“Where aaaare you, Bluejaaaay?”

He was missing something.

“Please come out now? Daddy needs a cuddle!”

He’d checked all the usual places. Twice.

“Do you want a snack, Scotty?”

Surely that would…?

“Snack time!!”

Nothing.

What was he missing?

Jeff Tracy was 3 months into being a stay at home Dad while Lucy was off being incredible at the university.

And while the first few days had been inevitably shaky, until this morning he’d been pretty confident he was nailing it.

Sure, he had to confess (and did so with a great deal of admiration most every evening) that he couldn’t work out how Lucy had been doing all this AND working remotely while he’d been up on Alfie. She’d just smile contentedly as he nuzzled her neck and reminded her she was a goddess walking on earth. Usually she would have denied this vehemently, but sharing a house with a child whose sleep-in-his-own-bed record was 30 mins 47 seconds meant neither was willing to waste a single moment on pointless humility…

Anyway, she clearly had Powers he did not.

For a standard issue human, however, he was doing ok. He’d read the toddler-wrangling manual cover to cover. His son, apparently, had not, but there were one or two tips that seemed to hold fairly true. Most of the time. But he was beginning to think he could write one of his himself, because while Dr Whatsherface might be an expert on the average toddler, Jeff Tracy was an expert on his own rather unique version.

Rule number one - never blink. The kid moves faster than sound.

Rule number two - Accessorise.

Jeff had taken to wearing combat pants with multiple pockets and thus perpetually had snacks, wet wipes and toy planes on standby. He had a tennis ball to hand at all times… turned out that what worked for a puppy sometimes worked for a two-year old too.

The squeaky chew toys were their little secret.

Yes, the key to his success was in the gadgets. The baby swing he’d fixed into the door frame had been a great way to enable the little whirlwind to let off steam while remaining in one place. The delighted squeals of “‘Cotty fwwwyyyy!!!” really brought a tear to the eye. The height and speed his child managed to achieve using the thing brought a slightly anxious twitch to the eye also, but it was all fine. He just needed to be close by enough to intervene…

He solved Going Out with a gadget too. Scott wasn’t really a pushchair kind of a guy but wasn’t yet able to appreciate that tugging his little hand out of his Dada’s and sprinting out into the traffic wasn’t ok. After a few days of hanging limp from it, 12 kilos of dead weight, in protest, Scott had eventually taken to the cunning harness-leash device which meant their little trips into town were less of an adrenaline rush. Marginally.

At some point Jeff was definitely going to get punched for barging his way through a crowd by some irate person who didn’t appreciate he was attached to a tiny rocket on a string.

But the main thing was he wasn’t getting lost. Or flattened.

Yep, Jeff was nailing this parenting thing.

Tying the kid down while he made a hasty trip to the bathroom had seemed a step too far, however. Scott had been enclosed in his supposedly escape-proof playpen, temporarily absorbed in nyoooming a plushie space ship from one duplo planet to another.

Jeff had been three minutes, tops. Barely 180 seconds.

Where could he go in 180 seconds??

He cursed himself for the rookie error of under-estimating his first-born and stood at the kitchen door, running through a mental checklist of all the places in which he had located his feral offspring to date.

Cupboards. Check.

Curtains. Check.

Top of bookcase, window sills, under the beds. Check check check.

On top of the big wardrobe in the master bedroom? One of spider-baby’s favourites that one. Check.

He’d looked there three times actually, nearly got himself wedged the third time as he clambered up and reached all the way to the back just in case his eyes were deceiving him and a cherubic blue-eyed menace was hiding in the shadows.

A face-full of cobwebs: No Scotty.

“Daddy’s getting pretty lonely out here, I wish you’d come and play with me!!”

The house wasn’t that big. Where on earth…?

The windows were still locked shut.

The front door was still shut. With the chain in place… even tiny Houdini couldn’t have put that back on behind him.

The back door was locked, key still on the hook.

So he couldn’t be outside.

So… no need to panic. Unless he was stuck or hurt somewhere and Jeff wasn’t with him!!

“SCOOOOOOOTTYYYYY?”

It had got to the stage where Jeff was doing ridiculous things like looking behind lamp stands and under cushions that were far too small to hide a human toddler, particularly one that moved so constantly he even vibrated in his sleep.

But there wasn’t anywhere left!!!

… or was there?

In desperation, Jeff pulled down the telescopic ladder and stuck his head into the attic-space, in case somehow his child had suddenly developed both the ability to fly and to pass through solid objects during those three unforgivable minutes of inattention.

Obviously Scott wasn’t there.

This was wasting time.

He retraced his steps to the kitchen, calling as he went.

“Scotty I really need you to come out now please? Daddy’s getting worried!”

The cupboard under the sink? It was big enough… The child-proof door closures should have made it impossible but this was Scott Tracy: Tiny master of impossible feats. Jeff really hoped he was wrong because if he’d got in there… where the cleaning things were kept…

“Scotty!”

He sped up and began to reach down as he covered the last few metres… then gasped as his foot slid from under him and he skated, flailing wildly, across the linoleum.

“Sco-aaaaaaaaaaaaggghhh!!!”

Jeff’s graceless ice dance was halted abruptly as he slammed head first into the fridge and crumpled to the floor.

Jars rattled.

Jeff’s teeth rattled.

The fridge said “Dada?”

Jeff’s ears said “riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing”.

The floor was sticky. Feeling a little hazy Jeff lifted a hand and sniffed it cautiously… cinnamon? What?

Wait.

Blinking the stars from his eyes Jeff, dragged himself to his feet and hauled the door open to find his son tucked neatly on to a high shelf, curled around a pie dish.

Jeff’s jaw dropped.

He snapped it closed it again and bit his lip lest any inappropriate words escape.

“Dada! ‘Cotty duck in fidge. Oh no!”

The tiny child lifted his apple sauce covered hands and looked at them as if suddenly realising they were attached to his arms. Bright blue eyes gazed down at him with an expression of extreme innocence:

“Oh no! ‘Cotty all messy! Ooopsiiiieee!”

A chunk of apple fell from his little eyebrow and Jeff nearly burst a blood vessel trying to keep a straight face. Don’t reward the unwelcome behaviour with a reaction, the book had said. If he laughed now, Scott would only do similar again. And he needed to impress upon him that it wasn’t ok to hide away like this.

Or consume the majority of a family sized dessert by himself.

His lip twitched.

Jeff would have put serious money on the supposed expert never having anticipated this scenario.

Clearly realising his father had no follow-up questions to his comprehensive situational update, Scott plunged his hand back into the dish and shoved a fistful of pie crust into his mouth.

Jeff covered his face and screamed silently into his palms. Then realised he had given himself a matching set of apple pie eyebrows.

Piebrows.

He snorted.

Scott snorted like a pig in response and burst into giggles, spraying pastry crumbs into Jeff’s hair.

Expert schmexpert.

Jeff laughed loud and Jeff laughed long. Scott giggled and clapped his sticky hands together then reached for Jeff with one of them, the other clutching the edge of the pie dish possessively.

“I think you’ve had enough pie, Bluejay, don’t you?” Jeff prised the little fingers free and realised his son’s skin was incredibly cold.

“Bloody hell, kiddo you’re freezing! Come ‘ere …” he plucked the small icicle from the shelf and hugged him close. “We’d best get you in a warm bath. What are you, Elsa?”

“Leddid gooooo!!! Leddid gooooooooo!!!” The little lad closed his eyes and waved a sticky fist in the air as he sang.

“Yes, son, let it go.”

Scott hid his last handful of pie behind his back and shook his head vigorously.

“No Dada!! ‘Cotty’s abble bie. Buddy ell, Dada! Oh no!”

Jeff swallowed hard. “Oh no” indeed.

Maybe he’d put a pin in the book idea, just for a little while.

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#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #scott tracy #Jeff Tracy #thunderfluff #wee!tracys #idontknowreallywhy fanfic #commute fic #Scott loves pie #Scott gets pie #minor eyebrow whump #idkrw one-shot

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accio-victuuri · 8 months ago

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WHEN LIFE GIVES YOU LEMONS, MAKE A LEMONADE 🍋🍋🍋

this post is connected to the whole cotti drama that i talked about here & here. the brand has since then posted their statement and apologized, and make no mistake, this has nothing to do with cpf and even if they are szd. it’s all about pr damage control and wanting to gain back the loyalty of wyb’s core fans. i wanna say (sadly) this is not something new in c-ent. so/o fandoms do this all the time, they want the “best” for their idol so they throw tantrums and stage boycotts. what a lovely group of people, nope. brands (should) know this. that popular idols bring in their fandom/money, but one misstep can be a huge problem. for example with cotti, they had a collab with dove last year (august 2023) , xz was already endorsing them at the time but wyb wasn’t. so it’s not like this was done out of nowhere. they just did a repeat collab. but we all know the difference now.

i made a boxiao endorsement cpns post before and consider this as a continuation. cause funnily enough, some so/os started digging up previous “incidents”. thank you for giving us more examples i guess…. 😂😂😂

lemme make a lemonade out of this then!

i will start with this reaction from a passerby because of the hs tag that went on earlier:

There is Cotti downstairs in the company, ever since WYB’s endorsement, there are so many people who buy itevery time. My children also like Dove chocolate.

I saw the hot search today and I was very curious, so I checked 1005. Why can't it be stuck? Isn’t business cooperation normal? Why do fans keep making trouble?

I'm just very curious, so I searched about the product again. WYB and XZ are tied. That’s it! I didn’t know they were in love before!

LOL OMG HAHAHAHAHAAH IM CRYING 🤣🤣🤣 Please!!! If some people just kept quiet then it would be fine. CPFs are such a small group of people that were only commenting on the collab and buying products. So i don’t know what’s the problem. I understand how some fans are sensitive with how WYB is perceived in relation to XZ. and that they don’t want him to appear like he needs XZ to succeed. but aren’t these toxic fans the very people who should know that it isn’t true? both boys are where they are now because of their own merit.

It’s hilarious cause the normal passerby just found out that WYB and XZ are “in love” lol all because of people over reacting.

These are legit brands doing this. CPNs are for CPFs. you know what, sometimes, so/os are so much better at picking up cues like this 😂😂😂😂

THIS SISTER GAVE EXAMPLES OF WHEN WYB ENDORSED BRANDS USED 10:05. cause apparently, XZ owns this number and time.

Redmi (p2) posting at 10:05 for the new year greeting and K70, Lowen (p3) doing the same and setting 10:05 as the time for sales to be opened. I already talked about shu uemura in my old post so better refer to that instead. Chanel (p7) selling perfume and how you can customize it, the example on their website is 肖战. i didn’t even know that happened. lol. i’m such a bad cpf. 😅😅😅

let me expound on p6 cause the photo is too small.

it says WYB got stuck at 10:05 card point 9 times.

so the examples are ariel (bilang), redmi, stride, ping an and then yibo himself. i think the example could the legendary colgate post ( if you know, you know. it’s a big fandom cpn ). and last is richora using 10:05 on their watch. so suspicious lol. must all be connected to XZ! i don’t get it! who is the cpf now??? 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

here are some more! this time, XZ brands/magazines trying to associate themselves with WYB by using the time 18 ( yibo ) or 08:05 p3 is crest. p4 is kxz and p5 is zhenguoli.

next is this one they dug out for GUCCI. it’s a customized tag. dude. why? do people really think this is a backhanded way from GUCCI trying to tie XZ and WYB? lol. This is obviously a CPF who bought from them and wanted that to be on there because they are a customer! Should GUCCI screen that? make sure every single customer doesn’t associate XZ with others? Make it make sense 🤪🤪🤪

li-ning using a design of someone skateboarding. lol. the brand has had their own street wear and skateboard line for some time now. and then breo japan tagging wyb on their twitter. which is i guess, more of a mistake on whoever their social media person is. they wanted more likes and saw xz and wyb are usually tied together so they added wyb.

lastly, the game xz was promoting before using 85. and then pokemon x dove collab. which is again — makes me go what??? pokemon is such a huge brand that companies love to collab with. as a cpf, i have boundaries when it comes to cpn, i even have disclaimers but i guess solo fans don’t. everything must be related! 👀

i guess there are more examples but these are the ones i have been seeing from so/o fans as proof. of what exactly? i don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️ coincidences for a lot of these and not an attempt to associate with someone. i can understand why some brands will do it back in 2019, during cql promos, because it was expected and they were actively promoting a show together.

so what are cpfs doing now? well. supporting cotti ( sample video here ) coffee as fans should and enjoying the unintentional candies the solo fans have prepared for us 😌😌😌

#yizhan #bjyx #there is no science here i’m just clowning like i always do #ITS TOO EARLY FOR THIS LOL #LET US HAVE A GOOD WORK WEEK AHEAD #those of us who have lives of our own and do work vs those who only have time to throw tantrums online

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fanaticsnail · 9 months ago

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Australian Luffy

Just chatting with @sordidmusings and preparing her for her trip down-under has my brain rotting with what ifs, specifically:

What if Luffy was Australian?

And so, here he is. Monkey D "Loz" Luffy.

TW: bad Photoshop.

He abbreviates everything.

A Bogan with a heart of gold.

Everyone gets a nickname, all said with a nasally crackle in his accent.

When he walks into a venue, it automatically pops off with some proper Hilltop Hoods bangers:

Monkey D Loz is a right mate. Ready to help a guy out at the drop of his corkstring-hat (keeps the mozzies away).

Peak cuisine for Loz is a Bunnings Snag on a barbie, topped with tomato sauce - better yet if he adds yeastie Vegemite spread, burnt onions and mustard.

He's a Cottie's Cordial kid. Red is his favourite. What does it taste like? It tastes like 'Red.'

"Au Naur" - More HC and dialogue below the cut:

Inkeeper: "I'm sorry, all the rooms have been taken. I only have a small self-contained ensuite outside."

Loz: "What? Like a granny flat?"

Zeff: "You're goin' to settle your debt one way or another, chore boy."

Loz: "C'mon, Big Zeff. Sanga's a mate. He'll give us mates rates."

Small child: "Thank you so much for saving us, Monkey D Luffy."

Loz: "Hey, no dramas."

Nami: "Luffy, grab the helm. We've got to turn the ship around!"

Loz: "What Nazza? You wanna chuck a yewy?"

Zoro: "Oi, Luffy. Boa's askin' boucha."

Loz: "Hold up, Zozza. Gotta chuck me thongs on"

These are the Aussie abbreviations for a few characters' names:

Roronoa Zoro: Zozza

Blackleg Sanji: Sanga (play on words, this is what we call a sandwich).

Usopp: Soppa

Nami: Nazza

Nico Robin: Robbie

Tony Tony Chopper: Chop-Chop (after chopper reed: an Aussie criminal icon)

Franky: Frangsta

Brook: Brookie

Trafalgar D Water-Law: Trazza

Portgas D Ace: Azzo

Sabo: Sabsta

Helmeppo: Meppaz

Koby: Kozzy

Red-Hair Shanks: Shazza

Dracule Mihawk: Hawko

Buggy D Clown: Bugsta

Sir Crocodile: Croco

Benn Beckman: Bazza

My personal favourites:

Donquixote Doflamingo & Donquixote Rosinante: Mingas and Nunce

@since-im-already-here, Sanga's defo got Ciggy butt brain. He's always bummin' ya lighters. He smokes Winnie-Blues and drinks goon.

Notes: Yes, can confirm. These are real things. @gingernut1314 @writingmysanity @feral-artistry @cinnbar-bun @carrotsunshine @vespidphoenix @sexc-snail I thought you'd all appreciate some unhinged Aussie thoughts and slang from "Monkey D Loz"

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edutainer2022 · 7 months ago

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This came out of the blue, as I don't usually do the de-aging AU. Don't ask me about the physics of it - something, something Fischler is an idiot. It's mostly about the the emotional reactions and ramifications. So, in a flash of explosion Scott is three... again. The family navigate their feelings about it, dealing with a confused child. Virgil and John discuss the what-ifs and what-nots. Scotty gets better eventually, or maybe worse... From a certain point of view.

A bow to @janetm74 , whose takes on the trope are always fascinating.

WAY LEADS ON TO WAY

It took some coaxing and a promise of pie to pry the child away from Virgil. Blue eyes, too big for the small face, were full of fear and reoccurring tears. The tiny body was trembling and skinny arms clung to Virgil's flanel shirt ever since the device blew up. Virgil didn't mind one bit, but they needed to run scans and tests making sure the boy... Scott was okay. Or as okay as could be, considering he was now about 25 years younger than should be.

Everyone froze as the boy asked for "Momma and Virgie" the first time and burst into tears. It, surprisingly, took Virgil's voice to dissuade the meltdown, as he was gleefully identified as "Dada" and got a little limpet attached to his torso. The flash of pain in Dad's, actual Dad's, eyes was not lost on either Virgil or Grandma. Virgil hugged the child closer, suddenly self-conscious.

Brains was already deep in the schematics of the malfunctioned device, confiscated earlier that day from a disaster site that happened to be one of Fischler's labs. Kayo was looking stormy, plotting possible bodily harm, although, knowing Fischler, not even enhanced interrogation could yield reliable information on what happened and how to reverse the effects asap.

John watched Virgil with a now three year old Scotty, his expression unreadable. Eos was already tasked with simulations for reverse engineering the device. It being a Fischler's concoction, they couldn't risk hurting Scott as they would try to get him "back". Alan was shocked and looked a lot younger himself. Grandma hugged him with a reassuring word.

Gordon's natural skill with small kids proved handy, as he was quick to whip out Alan’s old toys from Neptune knew where and produced a heap of his own plushies. The little boy was suitably distracted and involved into play, making vroom-vroom noises with a dinosaur on a Lego plane. The window of calm didn't last long, though, as now little Scotty, obviously tired and confused, became cranky again and cried for Momma and Virgie. Virgil looked up at Dad, at a loss. The child obviously didn't remember much beyond being 'cotty, "this many fingers" old, Mom, and having a baby brother. Jeff, watching the boy with anguished yearning so far, as he got scared and ran to Virgil the first time around, stepped up again. The gruff words got the child shy at first, but Dad was patient explaining to Scotty "Momma and Virgie" were away on a long walk, so Scotty was left in charge at home, like a big boy. There's was a fair measure of tears in the rough gravel that strained Jeff's voice. All colors of eyes around were bright with tears too.

But the trick worked and after a moment of the tiny face frowning and considering more crying, Jeff was declared "Gan'pa!". The boy climbed into his lap, where he was now asleep, wrapped in Alan’s favorite childhood blanket. The small face relaxed from the strain and tears dried out - Scotty looked so sweet and happy.

It was decided to settle the child in Dad's room for the night. The infirmary, barren and unfamiliar, could scare him. And it would be more comfortable for Jeff to watch over the boy - a duty he vehemently refused to yield to any of his sons, who all volunteered readily. Gordon whisked Alan away for some brotherly soothing, as the kid was visibly shaken in the face of loosing biggest brother to the child he once was.

John squinted, eyes darting between Dad, doting and cooing over the tiny bundle of blankets, space-worn features softened and instantly younger too, and Virgil, clearly hesitant to leave. In the end, Jeff softly shooed the elder sons away - even at three Scotty had been a light sleeper.

John was headed to Brains' lab to assist with rebuilding the hapless device. Virgil tagged along, but for the moment they found themselves lingering in the dim hallway, outside of Dad's rooms. The events of the day were A LOT to absorb and to even begin to process. John caught Virgil stealing a glance back at the room, where the child was sleeping peacefully, deep in thought. John braced himself, as he was fairly certain he knew what his brother was thinking. As much as he knew he could never agree.

Virgil looked back, sadness mixed with hope in brown eyes.

"John, don't you think we should..."

"No!"

John didn't expect himself to yell and started, having to gulp down the rest of the protest, lest the child woke up. But Virgil was looking up at him, gaze already frantic with a fast assembling plan.

"I could adopt him! Or Dad. There won't be a legal problem! He's happy, Johnny! We can make sure he never gets hurt! Can you imagine?!"

Hope shone brighter over doubt in brown eyes, but John shuddered and stepped away from Virgil's reach. Because he COULD imagine. That pathway of probabilities was the first one through his mind, as a little boy crawled out of the dust and debris where their biggest brother was standing seconds ago. John COULD imagine. A Scott who had never held them all after Mom's funeral, a Scott, who never rocked Allie to sleep, crying for Mommy, a Scott, who never packed their lunches or picked them up from after-school clubs, because Dad was unavailable, floating in a sea of grief and work. A Scott they never lost to the horror of That Place. A Scott that never came back as a broken shell. A Scott that didn't give up every shred of himself to uphold Dad's legacy and step into Dad's shoes for them all. A Scott that wasn't blaming himself even now that Dad was back. A Scott that wasn't in pain. A Scott they could all see grow up and live a happy life he deserved.

John could see it all too well. It broke his heart to see Dad grasp at the impossible second chance to do right by the eldest son. He saw the eager plea in Virgil's eyes. And John near hated himself as every part of his soul was screaming in protest. Every selfish, terrified little brother part that was in agony at the prospect of losing the very foundation rock of their world - Scott the biggest brother, who loved them, and saw them, and cheered for them, and accepted them all for who they were, and shielded them in a world otherwise cruel and unyielding, a Scott who made sense of everything they were doing, of everything Dad was doing, even when they all drowned in hurt, grief, and resentment. A Scott who could tell them they could do it and they would believe it.

Making sure Scott got a chance at happiness meant loosing him for good. John squeezed his eyes shut against hot angry tears.

Virgil was still looking up at him, hesitant to offer unwarranted touch, and deeply worried. John took in a long stabilizing breath.

"Do you think... Do you think he'd want to never know us all, growing up?"

Virgil's face fell and John felt another pang of remorse.

As if on cue to that thought, the door to Dad's room slid open and tiny feet padded along the hallway. Virgil made a step to intercept the little fugitive, and crouched in front of the child, not to scare.

"What is it Scotty? Do you want some water?"

The boy was obviously drowsy from sleep, small hands rubbing the eyes.

"Wan'Virgie! Didn't say nite-nite t'Virgie! Where'Virgie?"

Big blue eyes were brimming with tears again, confused and desperate. Virgil picked up the feather-light frame and stood up, cradling the boy close and bouncing softly, whispering soothing nonsense to calm the child back to sleep. Brown eyes met a loaded gaze of the turquoise ones. Virgil knew John had a point. But it hurt to consider either way.

John stepped up closer, ruffling the boy's hair. Thunderbird Five, the Voice That Answers, was speaking now, but it was a brother's kiss on the child's temple:

"We'll help you find Virgie, Scotty! I promise! We'll help you get home! We've got you!"

The adult brothers exchanged another Look as the sniffles subsided and Scotty was falling asleep again.

John's comm pinged with a message from Brains. He got something on the device functions. It was quickly decided John would head to the lab. Dad obviously succumbed to the ever lingering fatigue and the stress of the day, so a woken up Scotty could escape. Virgil would stay in the lounge with the boy, watching over for more signs of distress or to mitigate more runaway attempts. Come morning, Gordon and Alan were to take over the babysitting duty. The villa was hopelessly NOT child-proof since Allie was past ten and Scotty's propensity for creative and agile jailbreaks was a significant part of family lore. Even if Brains was close to a reverse effect, they still would need to run tests and simulations, before even considering risking a child.

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The last thing Scott remembered was a bright flash as the device he brought back for Brains to inspect heated up in his hands, vibrated and exploded. Now he was sitting flat on the floor in the hangar, ears ringing. A blur of motion in his periferal vision materialized in two bodies tackling him further down in a hug. Oomph, make it three bodies. Four. Alright, okay, he LOVED THEM TOO, but he needed to breathe. His ribs creaked. There were more pats down his shoulders and back, a brandished med scanner - unsurprising.

A bit more surprising was another hug, as he finally made it up off the floor and untangled gently, if wobbly, from the pile of brothers - Dad gathered him close in a fierce motion and held tight with no obvious intention to let go. It felt nice, of course, safe. But also worrisome. So for a moment Scott struggled with the conflicting urges to melt into the hug and to FIX whatever got Dad so scared. Jeff just tightened the embrace in response and Scott gave in, relaxing into being held.

He'd have to get to the bottom of it, as more arms joined the hold around him again, especially as he clearly heard Dad whispering "I'm so sorry, Bluejay! I love you so much, son". But for now he was warm, and snug, and obviously so welcome. He was home. Nothing ever felt better.

#thunderbirds are go #scott tracy #scott tracy needs a hug #scott tracy needs his dad #deaged au #virgil tracy #john tracy #needs a hug #earth and star #jeff tracy needs a license update in fathering #my fic #thunderbirds 2015 #methinks i have astronomy

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beardedmrbean · 4 months ago

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When Sara Tasneem started high school, she dreamed of joining the Air Force and attending law school. Living with her mom in Colorado, she participated in JROTC, attended basketball games and had a boyfriend her own age.

But while visiting her dad in Mountain View at age 15, she was forced into an arranged marriage with a man nearly twice her age. Because her father believed she had broken the rules of her strict religious sect by having a boyfriend, she was married without her consent.

Her dad introduced her to the man who had been chosen for her at a coffee shop one morning. By that night, they were married in a spiritual ceremony in a Los Angeles hotel room. Six months later, she was legally married in Nevada.

From the day of her forced wedding, Tasneem said, her life became unrecognizable. She was withdrawn from school. She was forced to become pregnant with her first child at 16. She was taken out of the U.S. to her husband’s home country for six months.

“I was basically handed to this stranger,” Tasneem said. “All of my reproductive rights were taken from me that night, all of my bodily autonomy was taken from me. My entire childhood was taken from me.”

Tasneem, who is now 43 and lives in El Sobrante, was trapped in her marriage until she was 23, when she was finally able to initiate divorce proceedings after eight years and two children. She had to leave her children with their father while she figured out her next steps but was eventually able to get them back.

In California law, there is no age limit to marry. A minor must get the permission of at least one parent or guardian and approval from a judge to obtain a marriage license or domestic partnership.

Now, Tasneem and other survivors of child marriage are drawing attention to a bill in Sacramento that could ban all child marriages in California by setting the minimum marriage age to 18 — a bill that stalled in a committee controlled by a South Bay legislator.

Tasneem is not alone in her experience. California is one of only four U.S. states that does not set a minimum age for marriage, allowing individuals of any age to marry with the permission of a parent and a judge.

AB 2924, which would strike existing legal language that allows provisions for marriage under 18, was introduced by Assemblymember Cottie Petrie-Norris, D-Orange County, in February.

The bill received opposition from Planned Parenthood Affiliates of Northern California, ACLU California Action and the National Center for Youth Law, which argued that it would drive abusive relationships underground and limit the rights of those under the age of 18 who willingly want to marry.

In April, the bill’s hearing in the judiciary committee was canceled at Petrie-Norris’ request, according to the bill’s legislative history.

However, anti-child-marriage activists blame Assemblymember Ash Kalra, the chair of the judiciary committee, for the bill’s withdrawal, stating that he supported amendments that would gut the bill.

These amendments included banning marriage under the age of 16 but allowing the court petition process for 16- and 17-year-olds and emancipated minors, Petrie-Norris said.

Though she said she believed this would be a “meaningful step” that would have made California’s marriage laws stronger than 37 other states, Petrie-Norris said that she ultimately decided to pause the bill because the survivors she was working with believe there should be no exceptions.

“I have tremendous respect for the lived experience of the survivors and advocates who I was working with on this bill,” Petrie-Norris said. “After considering our options for this legislative session, I decided to pause the bill rather than move forward with a compromise proposal that they do not support.”

Kalra declined an interview request from the Bay Area News Group. ______________________

Was looking for a non paywalled version of this, when I ran across this one

California, a solidly Democratic state, was on track to be the first to pass an absolute ban on marriages for children under 18. But the legislative proposal was met with opposition from liberal organizations like Planned Parenthood, the Children's Law Center and the American Civil Liberties Union. The pushback comes out of concerns that imposing an age requirement could set the stage for a slippery slope when it comes to constitutional rights or reproductive choices, specifically that an age requirement could impede a minor's ability to seek an abortion.

Now they worry about slippery slope.

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No exceptions

A California law passed in 2018 added stricter restrictions for minors to obtain a marriage license or domestic partnership, including separate interviews of the spouses and parents by a judge and family court services to determine if coercion, child abuse or trafficking are a factor, according to its text. The law also implemented a requirement that counties track and report the number of marriages involving minors.

Petrie-Norris’s bill would remove the ability of minors to marry at all, setting the minimum age to 18 with no exceptions. The bill had 20 co-authors across both parties and houses. Petrie-Norris began work on the issue in 2021, she said.

“This was a wildly popular bill,” said Fraidy Reiss, the co-founder of Unchained at Last, which provides direct legal, social and financial services to survivors and those escaping forced marriages and advocates to end child marriage in all 50 states. The organization worked with Petrie-Norris on the bill for more than a year to build a coalition of support, Reiss added.

The U.S. signed onto a United Nations pledge to end child marriage by 2030, but only thirteen states have made marriage under the age of 18 illegal since 2018. According to a 2021 study by Unchained at Last, 300,000 minors were legally married in the U.S. between 2000 and 2018.

California’s child marriages

In 2021, more than 8,000 minors in California between 15 and 17 years old reported becoming married during the previous year, according to Unchained at Last’s analysis of data from the U.S. Census Bureau’s American Community Survey. In 2022, the number increased to more than 9,000, according to Unchained at Last. About 86% of these marriages involved underage girls marrying adult men, according to Unchained at Last’s 2021 study.

California state data collected since 2019 has reported fewer than 15 children marrying each year, according to Unchained at Last. Currently, only marriage certificates that are returned to counties with a court order are required to be counted.

The discrepancy in data is interpreted differently by Unchained at Last and the organizations opposing the bill.

The data collection mandated by the 2018 law regarding child marriage is unfunded, and many counties are not complying, Reiss said, leading to inaccurate data. Planned Parenthood, the ACLU and National Center for Youth Law said in a letter of opposition that they believe that the numbers indicate that minors are marrying in spiritual or extralegal ceremonies instead of through the legal process.

Since Unchained at Last was founded in 2011, “more and more” girls under the age of 18 have been seeking assistance, Reiss said.

“We realized there’s almost nothing we can do for someone who is not yet 18,” Reiss said. “The only thing we can do for them is change the law.”

Girls who get married as children often have worse economic and health outcomes. Child brides are more likely to experience domestic violence and less likely to stay in school, according to UNICEF. Pregnant teenage girls are more likely to have complications during pregnancy and childbirth. There are also negative mental health impacts due to isolation from family and friends.

“Child marriage destroys almost every aspect of a girl’s life,” Reiss said, calling it a “nightmarish legal trap.”

The stalemate at the statehouse

ACLU California Action, Planned Parenthood Affiliates of California and the National Center for Youth Law wrote a joint letter to Petrie-Norris opposing AB 2924, arguing that a ban on marriage under 18 would drive abusive relationships underground, and limit the rights of minors willingly entering marriages, according to the text.

The three organizations each sent the letter in response to interview requests from the Bay Area News Group.

“We support what we believe are the intentions of the bill, to address the harms of coerced and abusive relationships on young people and protect them from abuse,” the letter reads. “However, we also strongly believe in and support self-determination and bodily autonomy for all people, including young people who are pregnant and/or parenting.”

Petrie-Norris pointed out that the International Planned Parenthood Federation supports legislation setting 18 as the minimum age for marriage.

“Forced child marriage is a practice that strips children of their autonomy, sexual and reproductive freedom, forces them into adulthood prematurely and shields rapists from criminal charges — so I find opponents’ arguments a bit ironic and misplaced — particularly when they have supported the same legislation in other states,” Petrie-Norris said.

The letter cites protections put into place by the 2018 law, including that marriages of minors are screened by a judge and Family Court Services counselor. It also points to California law that considers relationships with a “very young teen” or a “significant” age gap to be child abuse, adding that this should “prevent any such marriage from passing the existing legal test.”

Unchained at Last critiqued the safeguards provided by California law, saying in its “Reality Check” document on child marriage in California that “when an individual is forced to marry, their own parent almost always plays a crucial role in facilitating it.”

Reiss said that allowing abusive parents to marry off their children or allowing children in abusive relationships to marry their abusers provides no benefit to the child.

Tasneem added that a child marrying an adult “in and of itself is abusive because one person is holding power over another.”

The organizations also argue that removing the ability to marry under the age of 18 would have consequences for minors who “willingly enter a marriage,” according to the letter, especially young parents.

“Denying these young people the right to marry — without compelling evidence that it will solve an existing problem — further stigmatizes their circumstances and does not allow them to make health decisions for themselves and their families,” the letter reads.

The opposition letter adds that, because the nationwide right to get an abortion was overturned in Dobbs v. Jackson, it is important to invest “in approaches that expand, not remove, access to care and resources for young people.”

Both Tasneem and Reiss, who spoke about how their own reproductive and bodily rights were taken from them when they were forced into marriage, said that this argument is unfounded and that marriage should be treated as a separate issue from reproductive rights.

Reiss added that 96% of minors who enter into marriage are 16 or 17 years old.

“I’d rather you pass nothing than make it 16 or 17, and then wash your hands and say, ‘Wow, we solved that problem,’ ” Reiss said. “Why would you even bother passing a bill that’s going to help approximately 4% of the people it’s supposed to help?”

The path forward

Tasneem testified about her experience with child marriage in Sacramento in support of AB 2924 and met with Kalra about the bill.

She recalled Kalra being “upset” by her experience with child marriage but said that he told her that she needs to come to the table with Planned Parenthood because they should be on the same side.

“To me, it’s Planned Parenthood that’s standing in the way,” Tasneem said. “I just don’t understand — we really should be on the same side in this situation.”

Tasneem is one of several advocates who has met with Planned Parenthood multiple times about this bill, she said.

“They have kind of seemed to dig their heels in a little bit and made this a little bit more of a political issue versus looking at this as an actual issue that affects children,” Tasneem said.

Petrie-Norris said that the bill will not move forward this year due to the legislative calendar and committee deadlines, but she is “confident that the issue is not going away.”

“I like to believe that there is always an opportunity for compromise,” she said.

Tasneem and other survivors plan to continue to push for change at the statehouse — through legislation and protest. On July 18, Unchained at Last hosted a “chain-in” protest outside Kalra’s San Jose office, dressed in wedding gowns with chains around their wrists, calling attention to the bill and its stall.

“I want to protect the people with the smallest voice in this process, and that’s the minor,” Tasneem said. “Nobody looks out for them — not their parents, not the law, not lawyers, not politicians. Nobody..”

#nunyas news #child marriage

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seekmemystar · 3 months ago

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JUST CAUSE COTTIE ALLOWS IT DOESN'T MEAN I WANNA EAT CATS 😤

THATS WHY I FED YOU DOGS HEHEHEHE

✨REVENGE✨

okay ykw

fair

what else are you feeding me

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ontaworks · 7 months ago

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[ A Pink Day Reunion Party ]

After more than several days of drawing a ton of characters in the background, it's finally done! With over 22 characters in this big celebration picture in order to celebrate Pink Day, even though it's only two days a bit late as Pink Day occassionally helds on the second Wednesday of April. Although April 12 can be hinted as a birthday date for Sofumi a character adopted by @scientific-lychee, as Sofumi was originall created by i-tama as an unused adoptable or character of her.

As you can see in this big illustration picture you will find some unfamilar characters as they are having a great time at the reunion part, as I drew a bunch of characters interacting to one another during the reunion party with everyone chatting and discussing in here. The following characters are listed in this celebration illustration.

From the top row: Mochi @what-da-doe-doin ), Valentchi @hollowed-hartlocke, Rachel Mouse @rachelcop, Donuttie @pinkplugsblog, Stella (SunriseMax), Nessie (Echoshwave), Chikuseren (@chikuseren), Carina Axolotl (JonnyManchegO), and Twi (MintStarMari) From the bottom row: Wendy Wolfie @nikkiandwendywolfie Evelyn (@strikerwott12), Cloudmist @mysteryp0rtal , Kumi (BoredRabbit), Boo (Aquarithyst), Sakura (SparklyHues) Pocky @thecreatorofsoften Sofumi @scientific-lychee Carina @nebufaeries @tillychee Kiromi (Cat form) @artsymii PSI (MarineMan), and Cotty @coffeejinx.

I also include a cameo of AC (@klonoa13) into the illustration as he might be hidden in here. Originally I was going to draw a pick OC of his, but since I barely can find any of his OC, I decided to include AC into this illustration as a brief cameo.

Oh boy, this was quite of a long description for me to write this off. This is honestly my second-to-last art and my final fanart to all of the people I drew in this illustration this was quite of a big, and hopefully this would probably be a surprise for everyone when they see this, even though it's a bit late to celebrate Pink Day as it's only held in the second Wednesday of April. Luckliy it's Sofumi's birthday and I think this honestly would be quite fittinf to draw this on that day.

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#2024 #pink day #digital art #art #illustration #digital illustration #small artist #small digital artist #not my oc #pink #party #reunion

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redribbonrose · 10 months ago

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A Naughty Bunny

WLW Naga x Bunny with BDSM, bratting, and other kinks

Please give me feedback, I haven't posted my writing before.

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Cottie had worked at Paradise for a while now, though it wasn't the first bunny-bar she'd worked at. Most of them were pretty much the same. Bunny girls were given skimpy outfits and told to serve drinks and snacks to the various clients that came for whatever show the club put on. Paradise was different in two ways from the other places Cottie had worked: first, the clients tended to be a little more polite and asked before they put their hands on the bunnies. The second was the type of shows that came to the big stage.

Tonight, the iron bars and loops at the edge of the stage were bound with the webs of the drider domme that was performing. She was large and dark gray, with black markings on her abdomen and on her knees; The black leather harness she wore around her chest accented the gray as well as her musculature. She had a devilish look on her face, small bits of bun escaping as she focused on the bunny caught in the center of her web.

Bound in the gossamer threads as she was, she held the attention of almost all the guests that evening. Her arms had been tied upwards, and she tried to use those bindings to squirm away from the sensations below. She was seated in the web so that her legs spread wide, leaving her cute little pussy on perfect display, dripping onto the stage below. Earlier, the drider had pushed a vibrator into her cunt, and when she had finally calmed down from the stimulation of the stretch, she revealed the remote with a flourish for the audience before turning it on. Every so often afterwards, she would stop what she was doing to increase the speed until the bunny was screaming, before turning it back down to practically nothing.

Cottie forgot her name, maybe an Elizabeth or an Alexandra, but she was one of those picture perfect bunny hybrids; soft blonde hair, pretty features, and big blue eyes. She also had the temperment everyone expected of bunnies. With nothing more than a look she'd be down on her knees beginning to be filled. It was no wonder tonight’s performer had requested her to be her partner for the show. Almost none of the performers came with a sub, instead they would ask one of the bunnies on staff for the evening to join them and the bunnies would almost always agree; not only did they get to not serve patrons for the evening, but they also got a portion of the tips from the performance.

Part of Cottie was grateful she'd never been requested as a partner for the stage shows; another part of her was not. She never really wanted to put on a show or be in public. Even her job sometimes skirted the line of too many people watching her. On the other hand it was just more proof she wasn't the type of bunny people really wanted. She didn't want to just fall over for anyone. If this job had taught her anything, it was that there were a lot of assholes that thought they were either god’s gift to women or that a bunny would fuck anything, or both. Cottie wanted someone who had actual skill and wasn’t going to balk when she fought back a little.

A look of bliss came over Elizabeth-Alexandra as her eyes crossed and the drider turned the vibrator up again. She had each of her six spider legs on the web as well as both hands, to feel the vain struggles of the bunny at her mercy.

“Old fashioned for booth three” Arin said, breaking her from her stupor. Arin was the elf bartender and one of Cottie’s nicer coworkers. He was ace as hell, making him perfect to keep an eye on the room when all eyes were on the stage, and preventing him from caring about the preconceived notions people had about any of the species’ sex lives. The bar was at the center back of the room, with half a dozen booths on either side for people who wanted a bit more privacy than the tables on the floor could provide. Some had tables in them like normal restaurant booths, others were fully lined with cushions for guests to stretch out on. “You’ve been more out of it than normal,” he placed the drink on her tray “you gonna be okay?”

“Yeah I’m just…” Cottie made a non-committal hand motion “‘fine.” Before Arin could open his mouth to try to say more, she crossed in front of the bar to the other side of the room towards booth three and walked as quickly as she could away from what promised to be a depressing conversation about her lack of friends and fulfilling partners.

Luckily the tables towards the back were not filled, so there was no one to try to demand her attention or trip over with her giant heels on her way to the booth. She hadn’t been on this side of the room much, it was Stacy’s section tonight, but a look to one of the tables not far to her left showed Stacy was earning her own tips. None of the bunnies had to do anything they didn't want to, but most of them knew what their clients wanted to see, hear, and touch to get the best tips.

Cottie never made quite as much as her coworkers in tips, but she wasn't surprised. What did surprise her was the guest in booth three.

Lounged in the violet cushions of her booth was a gorgeous naga woman. Her tail was thick and shined in a deep emerald color. She wore a shirt like a blazer with nothing on underneath; she was fairly flat chested like most naga, but the blazer accentuated her shoulders and nipped in at her waist before swelling out into her muscular tail. She had a smirk on her lips that let one of her fangs peek out and Cottie realized it was probably because she had been staring.

“Old fashioned” She stammered out as she handed the drink over. Without breaking eye contact, the naga reached her hand out and dragged her long, sharp nails down Cottie’s arm, from elbow to wrist, before gently taking the glass from her hand.

“Thank you, pet” Her were glimmering pools of deep green, and Cottie felt more trapped than she would have if she had also been on stage that night.

“Of course, Ma’am. Can I get you anything else?” Cottie coughed and tried to regain her composure.

“You can call me Tazana,” she took a sip from her drink “or Mistress.” She gave another dark smile as her eyes wandered up and down Cottie’s outfit. “And I am sure there are many things you could give me tonight.”

Cottie knew from experience that just because they looked the part, didn't mean someone knew what they were doing. Even if that look made her tail twitch with anticipation.

And she probably didn’t want a bunny like her.

“I can bring you a menu if you’d like Ma’am, but I’m afraid all we have left this evening are the fruit plates” Cottie tried to cover her sneer with her best customer service smile. She had felt bad enough tonight, but now this woman had gotten her just turned on enough that she couldn’t fully ignore it and she knew she wouldn’t get the kind of satisfaction she wanted, that she hadn’t had any person able to give her.

An excited light came to Tazana’s eyes. “You don’t give anything do you?” Cottie felt something at her ankle and when she looked down she saw the very tip of Tazana’s tail had wrapped itself around her. “A friend of mine recommended this place; told me that the bunnies would give me anything I wanted. I’ll be honest,“ she said, her low alto getting deeper, “ I don't really like to be given things. I want to take.``

Cottie didn’t notice the woman slowly getting closer and closer until they were practically sharing the same air.

“Do you want to be taken?”

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Tazana waited the rest of the night for the adorable little bunny to finish her shift. She hadn’t accepted Tazana’s earlier offer, but neither had she declined it. It seemed she hadn't noticed how far in she was drawn until the last second. Then she squeaked in that high soft pitch that only bunnies could seem to do and rushed back over to the bar. For the rest of the night, she threw a mixture of annoyed and wanting glaces into Tazana’s booth.

It had been so long since Tazana had gone out to a show. Most of the time, they would simply leave her wanting; she wanted to feel a submissive under her own claws, punish and reward them, hear them scream for her, so going home to her nest by herself afterwards was disappointing at best.

She was glad Anremha had convinced her to come watch the show; the drider was doing a fantastic job with the bunny on the stage, though they were beginning to finish up now. The bliss on the bunny’s face made her hope that she had found her own. She hadn’t lied to the cute little server, she didn’t want any easy little pet that would bend over and give her whatever she asked for. Tazana always relished the chase and the struggle the most, though a look like that of the bunny on the stage was certainly the end goal still.

The server bunny had captured her attention immediately. She wasn’t overly sweet or nice to patrons the way the other bunny servers were; she did her job and was polite, but she didn't lean all over them and giggle at all their jokes. Her hair was a dull brown, but her ears had white spots, and her tail was a mixture of both. Coloration like that wasn’t favored among many, but it seemed much more interesting to Tazana than the popular plain white or black. She seemed to be avoiding Tazana now. She would look longingly for long moments, and when she realized what she was doing would scowl and sometimes even thump a foot. The naga just sat back and watched. At the end of the night she would see if the bunny wanted to be taken or if she was going to deny both of them.

Last call rang out shortly after Anremha and her bunny made their way off the stage and Tazana realized she hadn't finished even half of her drink. She had spent all of her evening watching her bunny flit to and fro. Said bunny was finally approaching her again.

“Can I take your glass if you are finished?” it was a perfectly practiced polite tone, but she would not look Tazana in the eyes.

“May I have your name?” If the little bunny wouldn’t come home with her that night, Tazana would have to come back and nurse a $25 drink every night until she either came willingly or fully told her to leave.

She finally met her eyes, and her nose twitched quickly. “Is that what you want in exchange?” Without breaking the precious eye contact, Tazana set the glass gently on the tray filled with other half empty glasses. The bunny’s eyes flicked to her hand, and followed its path away from the tray, without so much a twitch in her direction, and she seemed disappointed. Tazana smirked.

“You only get the things you ask for, I’ve found, and you have to start at the beginning. I want to take a cute bunny, so I start by asking her name.”

“And if she says no?”

“‘Cinnamon’ tends to work better, but if you say no to me now I suppose I’ll have to simply enjoy the view for the last fifteen minutes before the bar closes and go home alone.” Tazana really didn't want that to happen. She wanted to see what shades of pink and red the little bit of ass hanging out of the bunny’s costume would turn when she took a paddle to it.

With a glance behind her to the bar where some of the other bunnies were gathering dishes under the watchful eye of the elf bartender, the bunny bit her lip “and what if, half way through, you decide you don't want the bunny anymore?”

“What makes you think that?” The naga’s coils writhed slowly; her bunny was upset, she could smell it when she scented the air.

“What if she isn’t soft like the other bunnies?” she turned her head now to look Tazana in the eyes again, eyes starting to fill with angry tears “What if she argues, she fights, wants you to hurt her?” She sniffed, “Cottie isn’t some easy sub you can gently finger-fuck and call it a night with” and turned to run back to the bar but was stopped by Tazana’s hand on her arm.

Even at only a part of her full height, Tazana had to look down on her bunny. The end of her tail started to curl around her ankles again “Cottie sounds like exactly the bunny I’ve been looking for'' Tazana had to stop herself from fully enveloping the bunny in her coils “Maybe I’ll hunt her down and tie her up, spank her just the way she needs. Stuff her own soaked panties in her mouth when she tries to tell me she doesn’t want it.” She searched the bunny’s gaze, which turned from upset to aroused in step with her scent. “Where do you think I could find her?”

“Maybe outside? Around thirty minutes after the bar closes?” There was some hope in her eyes now.

“Remember,” Tazana breathed in her ear, “say ‘cinnamon’ and it all stops.” she released her bunny’s feet and slithered around her. “Maybe I’ll find a bunny outside then” she said over her shoulder, and continued to the front door.

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After waffling about it for entirely too long and making the other bunnies laugh at her, Cottie ended up changing out of her work ‘uniform’ and back into her shorts and tee-shirt. Usually, she would throw a coat over whatever she had worn for work and not worry about it for her short drive home, but she didn’t want to make it too easy for the naga woman, Tazana, to get to her. After enough failed relationships, Cottie knew what most of these were like. They said they wanted someone to fight them, but they didn’t really. Once she put up half a fight they would get this look in their eye. They still wanted to fuck her, so they’d keep going, but they didnt want to play the same game. They wanted her to lie back and scream, but they didn’t want to make her. This one was probably the same, and the night would end before it really even began. She was almost surprised when Tazana was actually waiting outside.

“I seem to have found myself a bunny” the edge of her smirk gave just a hint of a long fang, “tell me bunny, are you still interested in continuing the evening?”

“Maybe” Cottie lied. Tazana had raised to what would be her full height, and she was almost two heads taller than her. She had known she was taller in the bar but she hadn't realized just how much. “But maybe it's just as easy to go home to my vibe and the internet. Probably just as satisfying.”

The smirk on Tazana’s face dropped, and she leaned in to stare Cottie down. After a few seconds where she seemed to wait for something, a spark lit in her eyes. “Is that what you want? A vibrator and some shitty pornography?” it was half a whisper and half a hiss. “I can make that happen if you want to ask nicely, but since you don't seem to have any manners I think tonight I might give you a refresher on them, hmm? I think the first lesson will be an easy one for you.” she shifted back out of Cottie’s suddenly very pink face. “Ask your mistress nicely for the privilege of a lesson.”

“Fuck you.”

“Tisk tisk, little pet,” Tazana looped around her with the kind of grace that seems as easy as breathing for giant nagas, dragging her nail occasionally across her bare flesh, “You are already going to get a lesson, don’t make it a punishment too, don’t write a check your ass can't cash. Literally.” She spoke the last word directly into Cottie’s ear.

Cottie swallowed hard and tried to ignore that in five minutes this woman had gotten her wetter than all previous partners combined. The naga could definitely tell based on the way her forked tongue had started to flick out every so often. “I think you also promised a chase, mistress.” she tried to hold a petulant tone but it definitely fell flat.

Tazana looked around the parking lot which while mostly empty, still had some stragglers. “This is not quite the court for such a thing, pet, but you are right, I did promise. Allow me to bring you someplace where such a sport will not cause us to be interrupted. But first,” she turned back to Cottie with a knowing look.

Her face beet red, Cottie looked Tazana in the eye.

“Please.”

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Tazana was beyond delighted at the bunny she had found. Just the smallest taste of her in the parking lot was enough for her to know she wanted to keep this bunny around for a good long while. As Tazana had taken a cab to the club, they took Cottie’s car. Tazana’s house at the edge of town, and they gave the address to the elf bartender who had apparently waited for them to finish their negotiations before leaving himself. As it was a smaller car Tazana was mostly coiled in the back seat, though she had made sure the very end of her tail had made its way to the front so she could run the end along Cottie’s bare leg or arm occasionally while she drove.

As they pulled into the drive she directed the bunny to park in front of the garage at the side of the white brick gregorian. After extracting herself from the car, Tazana took Cottie’s bag and led her to the back gate.

The backyard was filled with geometric box hedges leading in various maze-like paths to a gazebo situated at the very back of the property by a pond. Out of the corner of her eye she caught Cottie’s nose twitching, likely from the low white clover that replaced the grass and the stone paths that used to be in the backyard. Tazana dropped the bag by the backdoor to the house and turned to Cottie. “To be clear, the edge of the property does border the Alder Pack’s territory, so you should not pass the fenceline. They play a much less fun game with an intruding bunny.” Cottie nodded as she looked around what was probably an acre of hedges and bushes. Slowly she slipped her flats off and set them neatly by her bag at the door. Tazana appreciated the gesture, though it was probably more so the bunny could feel the clover between her toes than to prevent her from tracking gravel into the yard.

“Does it meet your expectations, little bunny? Have I made good on my promise?”

“No” Cottie took a few steps into the grass. “You promised a chase” and with that she shot off down the lines of the maze.

Tazana’s laugh took her by surprise as she chased after the bunny. Cottie was faster, but Tazana had planted and trimmed these hedges herself. She knew the layout better than anyone. And soon she had cornered her prey in a dead end where the hedges were particularly thick. Cottie froze like most prey, but surprised Tazana when she thumped at her. As she took a second to make sure the bunny was not safewording, Cottie took her chance and dashed around her. The second time around, the trick didn't work and Tazana quickly looped herself around the bunny, not quite touching her, but keeping her right where she had been caught.

“You have been caught, little pet.” She traced two claws down Cotties chin. “It is now time for the lesson.”

“Not yet!” Cottie tried to jump out of the loose loops of her tail, but before she made it more than a few inches, Tazana had wrapped an arm around her waist and threw her over her shoulder. She started slinking over to the back door of the house, intent on bringing her prize to the playroom. Cottie squirmed on her shoulder, doing her best to get out of her hold, but she was no match for Tazana’s strength, and her struggle came to an abrupt stop when Tazana’s palm landed against her ass, hard.

“That's enough of that pet. You’re lucky I've not got a leash or I'd make you walk to your punishment rather than give you the easy road of being carried.”

“Punishment? I thought you were going to give me a lesson on manners” Cottie was out of breath but still seemed eager to sass her mistress. “And who says I would walk to -” she let out another yelp as Tazana’s hand came down again in quick succession three times.

“You will get your lesson pet, you did ask nicely. But you have also misbehaved and been disrespectful to your mistress. I warned you not to go further, but that does not absolve you of the offenses you have already committed.”

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The playroom Tazana brought Cottie to was deceptively simple she could tell. There was one large square mattress in the center of the floor, surrounded by loops at strategic places surrounding it. There was a closet on one side, the hook in the ceiling in the corner and a wardrobe and bench on the other. A rolling cart was next to the bench.

She really hoped Tazana was planning on bending her over that. The spanks she had given on the way up to the house had left her ass still warm, and she wanted to see if she would actually let loose on her the way she promised. Judging by the Naga’s smile from noticing her staring at it, she might be planning on it.

Pulling on all the tricks the other bunnies at the bar had tried to teach her over the years, Cottie ran her hands up her thighs, whipping her sweaty palms off on her shorts and continued up to grab the edge of her shirt. With a little shimmy it was off, and she watched as the naga’s slit pupils dilated, taking in her chest. While Cottie wasn’t super well endowed, she wasn’t fully flat chested either. And she hadn’t put her bralette back out before she left the club. Her shorts dropped right after, leaving her in just her soaked panties.

“Gorgeous” The naga breathed as she slowly looped around Cottie. Coming back around to her front, Tazana slid her hands up Cottie’s face and caught her eyes in that hypnotic green hold again. “Before we begin again, tell me, what word stops it all?”

Cottie rolled her eyes, “Cinnamon”.

“It’s important, bunny, because once I start, that is the only way for it to stop if it gets too much. You can beg, you can scream, and I hope you fight, but if you need to stop, that is the only thing that will do it.”

Cottie nodded after the gentle chastising.

“Ok, my pet, why don't you get acquainted with the bench, and I’ll grab some toys for your punishment, hmm? Business before pleasure you know.”

With Tazana’s back turned, Cottie was interested to see if this mistress ment it. The bench was the kind with a narrow top portion and a lower support on either side for her to rest her forearms and knees. Running her hand along the smooth leather, she didn’t bend over. Instead, she threw one leg over it and sat astride the bench. The lower supports under her knees gave her perfect leverage to roll her hips against the bench, giving her a little, if unsatisfying, pressure on her clit.

When Tazana turned back around from the wardrobe, toys in hand, her eyes narrowed at the bunny. “I’m acquainting myself, mistress.” she sighed, putting on a show, “It’s not the kind of acquaintance I was hoping for.”

Before Cottie could continue her act, Tazana’s hand struck out and grabbed a fistfull of her hair, thankfully missing her ears. Before her yelp had even left her mouth, Tazana had used her grip to pull her forward and bend her over so her face was right at the edge of the bench.

“What am I going to do with you, pet?” The calm tone she used was deceiving. With her other hand, Tazana opened one of the nipple clamps she had grabbed and set on the cart next to the bench and opened it in front of Cottie’s face. She slowly dragged the cold metal down her cheek and over to where her left tit spilled over the side of the benchtop. She swirled it around before putting on Cottie’s peaked nipple. She ignored Cotties gasp. “I think you just need someone to actually show you how to behave, and what the consequences are for misbehavior.” Tazana tugged on the chain connected to the clamp to get Cottie to gasp again, then hooked it on a loop on the bench. She grabbed a second clamp. “First you need to know the consequences, then, maybe, the rewards.” She didn’t draw out putting the second clamp on, or hooking it to the bench as well. There was enough give in the chains for Cottie to pick up her head and face one side of the bench or the other, but not much else.

“Do your worst.”

The laughter Tazana let out sent chills down Cottie’s spine. Tazana slid out of view behind her and before the bunny could taunt her mistress a second time,she pulled her just slightly back to bring her ass to the edge of the bench. It gave a little tug once more to Cottie’s tits before she settled where the chains wouldn’t pull.

“Oh little pet, you did ask for it, remember.” Tazana grabbed the top hem of her panties and pulled them up, drawing the fabric hard against Cottie’s sensitive pussy and bearing her ass cheeks to the room. Keeping a solid hold, the naga started spanking her. She started slow, but with hard hits that kept Cottie gasping, but occasionally interspersed them with quick sharp spanks. “Oh does that get my little pet all horny? Not much of a punishment if the little slut enjoys it.” she cooed before dragging her claws up one side and down the other hard enough to leave thin lines in their wake.

Before Cottie could come up with some sort of taunt in response, she heard the loud crack of a paddle meeting flesh, and a second later felt what was definitely a textured paddle land on her left ass cheek. She gave a shout, and a second hit landed on the other cheek. Before long, Cottie was practically screaming as the paddle came down again and again on her ass and thighs. Everytime she jerked, she would pull on the clamps, and everytime she tried to press into the bench away from the paddle, Tazana would yank her up by her panties again, holding her in place.

“Please please please,” she realized she was begging, which cut off into a high pitched squeak when instead of another hit, she got a sharp pinch to her sore and undoubtedly bright red ass.

“Please what?” Tazana leaned around to bring her face near the bunny, but Cottie had lost all thought. This was the ass beating she always dreamed of. She felt Tazan rub two fingers against her still panty covered pussy. “You're so sopping wet I might have thought you'd come already just from that, which means that wasn't much of a punishment was it? It’s so hard to discipline whores like you because any amount of attention just gets you off. But I know just what to do.” She unhooked the clamps from the bench and used her long thick tail to carry the bunny over to the floor bed, her smooth scales making sure to rub up hard against the bunny’s tender ass to get more mewls out of her.

To Cottie, after removing her panties and the naga’s own jacket,Tazana seemed to produce a set of cuffs from nowhere to chain her to the loops around the mattress, leaving her dazed in a spread eagle on the floor. She felt some things drop onto the mattress next to her, but couldn’t lift or turn her head enough to see them, so she turned to the naga draping herself loosely over the bunny.

“Did I learn my lesson, Mistress? Or do I get my lesson now?” Cottie laughed at her own incoherent joke.

“Usually it is punishment then lesson,” Tazana said as she leaned over her and started pressing kisses across her cheek to her ear, “but you seem to have mistaken what your spanking was for. So I do have to actually punish you now.” she leaned back and grabbed a rather large dildo from beside her.

Confusion written all over her face, Cottie looked up at the toy, then her mistress. “What do you mean?”

Tazana rubbed the toy up and down the bunny’s slit to cover it in her slick and to do a covert check of how stretched she was. Then she shoved the dildo in up to its hilt.

Cotties back bowed off the mattress as she screamed. It wasn’t too too much as she was beyond sloppy wet after that spanking, but the pace the naga set fucking her with it bordered on it. The hard thrusts and the bored face Tazana presented drove Cottie to orgasm faster than she ever had before, and just as it was about to start she pulled the dildo all the way out.

“What no, no please!”

“Punishment pet. That was for swearing at your mistress in the parking lot this evening.”

Ignoring Cottie’s pleas, and the tears now streaming down her cheeks, Tazana waited until Cottie had seemed to calm just a bit before forcing the toy back in her and resuming the viscous pace. Knowing what was happening but powerless to stop it, Cottie sobbed as her orgasm approached. Once more Tazana removed the toy just in time to ruin it.

“That one was for sassing me before our chase.”

On the third repeat of the punishment, Cottie screamed and thrashed against her bindings. “And that final one was for your behavior on the bench.” Tazana cooed in her ear while she calmed. She quickly unlatched the cuffs from holding Cottie down, and recurled herself on the mattress with the bunny sitting astride her and shoved her face down towards the nagas slit. “See if you can't earn yourself a reward now little slut.”

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The naga’s slit was puffy and slick. She’d rubbed her pussy a bit while spanking the bunny, oh she took the hits too beautifully not to, but she hadn’t done much else. She was interested to see if her little bunny was good at using her tongue in other ways. Cottie seemed confused at first, likely due to her still coming down, but caught on rather quickly. She licked all around the edges of Tazana’s slit to gather all the slick that had seeped out, then dove into the source.

Tazana ran her claws through her bunny’s scalp and gently rubbed her soft brown ears. The bunny seemed to forget she had hands to help with her task, but she settled in with single minded intention and soon the naga found her own crest. She pulled the bunny back roughly when her continued ministrations got too much.

“Good slut” She watched as Cottie licked her lips. “Now for a reward.” Tazana grabbed the strapless strapon from beside her, and inserted her end with a sigh; the curve rested right up against where she was most sensitive. Her bunny eyed it with open hunger, and Tazana had the idle thought of making her suck it, and occasionally shoving it down her throat just to hear the sound of her choking.

But her bunny was getting tired, so she figured she’d have to settle tonight. Using the long coils of her tail, she wrapped around the bunny and lifted her up and onto the other end of the toy. She sank easily as it was slightly smaller than the earlier one, but just as she settled, pussy to pussy with Tazana, the naga flicked off one of the nipple clamps.

She felt the strap move as the bunny jolted in pain, then grabbed her hips to set a slow pace of hard thrusts. Moving in little rocking motions that would drag the toy across the sensitive parts of her inner walls soon brought both of them to little sighs and gasps, but it was not quite enough. First she pulled the other clamp off of Cottie, reveling in the squeak she produced. Then, she grabbed the last toy she had brought over, a large magic wand, and set it to where it dragged across the bunny’s clit on every thrust. She started to thrust harder into the bunny, and grind at the bottom to get the vibrations against both of them.

“Please, please mistress, let me cum, please.”

Not answering her, Tazana took her free hand to grab Cottie’s face and press their mouths into a searing kiss. Turning the vibrations up to a higher level made the bunny gasp, and gave her the opportunity to lick into her mouth. She dragged her forked tongue across her mouth, reveling in the shiver she earned. Once she had her fill she leaned back just enough to breathe in the space between them.

“Cum.”

Cottie immediately drenched the naga’s lap, squirting around the toy as it was driven into her g spot. This brought Tazana over the edge too.

She slowly brought the power of the wand down, before pulling it away. Then she gently removed the bunny from her strap, then the strap from herself. Cottie was shaking in the aftermath of her orgasm when she gave her another kiss.

“See what good behavior gets you? Or do you need another lesson, pet?”

Still reeling from her orgasm Cottie gave the naga a mischievous look. “Maybe, the punishment is always that good.”

Tazana squeezed her ass, making sure to get her claws in the sore flesh. “Then I guess I just have to keep giving you punishments until you learn your lesson, naughty bunny.”

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