#say moo if you read tags

[agentsofoakenshiield]

losing my mind over this + @barknmutt’s reply in the comments

LIKE???? this dials the angst up even higher. I’m obsessed. GAH <3

A concept in my head that been rolling around a lot:

Hanahaki, but instead of it being triggered by unrequited love, it's triggered because all the love you have for a person turns inwards because you're too afraid to show it.

So it kills you, not because someone doesn't love you back, but because you don't let it out and all that love you have stored, that could grow into something beautiful, turns on you and turns your insides beautiful.

Love is growth, and without any place for it to grow outside, it grows in. If you confess, reciprocated or not, the disease goes away because it's no longer trapped. It gives self-destruction a new meaning.

[pigeon-butch]

I certainly have my own concerns about the treatment of moo deng but um. well i think some of you may just be racist

[chilumi-shipper]

My Favorite Girl (2)

Arataki Itto x Shrine Maiden!Fem!Reader

Summary: Part 2 of My Favorite Girl, you unexpectedly return, missing everything and everybody. You want to make things clear, does he still love you? And do you still love him?

Tags: Two lines with curses, Bullying in work place, Angst to Fluff

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Itto remained seated by the docks, similar to how his days ended the past month. The burning ache of your departure never left him, in fact, it has only gotten worse, your lack of presence making itself known to him and a certain mini-sized bull.

Two months.

You've been gone two months, double the time you said you were gonna spend on Watatsumi Island. All his prayers to see a boat containing you had been ignored, much like the letters he sent to you while you were gone.

"Hey, babe! How's the job treating you?"

"I know you'll ace this job like you always do! What is it that Shrine Maidens do specifically that they have to switch locations? Well anyway, you'll do so good, you probably won't even need a full month to finish the job."

"Looooveee, don't let Ushi warm your side of the bed for too long, okay? His sleep moos are kinda annoying, ya know? Ohh, crap! He caught me writing you a letter!" This particular letter had a bite mark and a hoof print of the sleep moo-er.

"So... I don't know how to start this up without sounding like a total jerk, but... Well, first I wanna say happy birthday! Very very late happy birthday..." This letter was quite long, yet it received no reaction.

"You haven't returned any of my letters yet, which is totally okay if you're too busy! But I just wanna know if you're okay... I really miss you, Ushi misses you, the gang too! It been a little bit over a month, waiting for you~ I love youu." This letter was signed by each member of the Arataki Gang, each with their own little message.

A few letters of concern goes by, no response.

"It's been two months, my darling... When are you coming back home?" He wrote this one drunk and in tears, the feeling of missing you sinking deeper and deeper into his gut, not letting him shrug off the feeling like he did before.

"Boss! Look what I found in your mail!" The loud shout of Akira irritated the many people at the docks of Ritou, but it did its job of catching the oni's attention.

Itto turned to see the gang running up yo him. "Hey! You can't just go through my mail like that! What if you accidentally open ones for Y/N? She'd kill ya!"

"Yeah, I know, boss. But I actually got this from the mail delivery before it reached your house, sooo... this isn't your mail yet..." Akira remarked, proudly showing off his loophole.

Kuki Shinobu rolled her eyes before urging him, "Go on then, show him."

The Akira, Mamoru, and Genta excitedly showed Itto the letter in Akira's hands. "From Miss Y/N herself! Ohhh, is our Honorary Maiden about to return? We must rejoice!" Genta exclaimed, hyping up the other members too. Ushi himself couldn't keep his little body from jumping in joy.

"Looks like we don't have to go to Watatsumi for a grand Arataki rescue mission."

"Yeah, hmmm... I was kinda excited about that though."

"Now, hold on..." Shinobu broke their thrilled conversation. "We haven't even read the letter."

"Shinobu's right. Maybe... she just wants to say there's nothing to worry about, and she'll be staying there longer..." The hopeless voice coming from the oni, perhaps preparing for dissapointment, didn't go unnoticed. The gang noticed the change in attitude their leader has been having a few weeks after you left, getting worse with each passing day without you.

"Aww, boss, don't be like that! I'm sure Miss Y/N's had enough of Watatsumi now, she's probably preparing to head home right now." Mamoru attempted to comfort his boss, but Itto has told himself the same so many times that he feels like he can no longer hold the statement in a high regard.

Ushi softly pushed Itto's ankle with his hoof, urging him to open the letter.

"I apologize, my dear. This letter may be long overdue, but I want to let you know that I am doing just fine, there is nothing to worry about. I will be returning in just a short while, I trust that Ushi has kept my side of the bed warm for me, hehehe. To the Arataki Gang, I missed you all as well, I look forward to seeing you. And as for my beloved, Itto, let's talk once I'm there."

"She's really coming back home!" Everyone celebrated, but Itto's mind started spinning.

The most terrifying words... "Let's talk..." without a hint of emotion.

He looked at the letter once again...

Not even an I love you.

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Itto didn't expect the "returning in just a short while" to be just a few hours after he received the letter.

But when he found the door of your shared home open, you were standing visibly inside with your luggage laying on the ground, he could only stand in shock.

He has been dreaming of your return for the past month, but he hasn't exactly thought about how he was gonna greet you, he wasn't even sure whether you were still upset about how he treated you then.

"Y/N..." He whispered the name of the love of his life into the air, being loud enough to just about graze your ears.

You turned to look at him, and immediately, your heart fluttered at the sight. The ever so idiotically dashing man you think is still yours. Your heart sunk at the thought, opting to smile at him instead.

"Itto... Am I still welcome here?" There's a pain constantly in your chest when you think of him. Is his home still your home? Have you been thoroughly replaced? Did you absence spark something between him and a certain ninja you know?

"What are you-" The oni started of confused. "Of course you're welcome here! This is your home, did you think Ushi clamed your ownership entirely? He only took up the bed, but that's it, really." You giggled at his remark, finding it easy to talk to him still.

"It's just that you probably didn't expect me to come back now. My letter was pretty late, as I've heard." You reasoned as you look around, seeing that practically nothing has changed from when you left.

"Well, you wanted to talk, so let's save that for later, why don't we?" Itto picked up all of your luggage, reminding you of his pride of not making two trips just to transport something, prompting you to smile as you nodded at his suggestion.

Your smile lit up the house he found so lonely while you were gone, so naturally, he noticed you smiling at him, and it brought a light feeling to his heart. "What? Missed your strong oni carrying everything for you?"

Your oni... Is he really?

Your smile faded a bit, but you made sure to catch yourself so he wouldn't notice, "Yeahh, I really did..."

...

"So you're the maiden from Narukami right? The one in love with an oni?" You caught the condecending tone of another Shrine Maiden as she spoke to you.

You decided to ignore the way she spoke to you. "Yes, that's right! How can I be of assistance?"

"Mind throwing this to the garbage, just some useless junk mail." She placed a sizable amount of crumbled and shredded paper onto your hands. "Thanks." After giving you the most ungrateful thanks, she walked away giggling with her friend.

You merely sighed, heading for the trash can, pouring the paper in the bin. Just as you were about to walk away, you noticed something on the paper... Ushi's signiture hoof print.

With a gasp, you grabbed it and read the letter that was at such a sorry state. The letter was light hearted, yet when you read it, you almost broke down right next to the garbage. You scooped up the rest of the paper you just threw away and hurriedly ran back to your quarters. Most of the letters are in pieces, but you still needed to see what they say.

After two months in Watatsumi, you only received their letters then.

...

You're finally back home, the suffocating air the Watatsumi Shrine Maidens breathe no longer in your lungs. You took another look of the house as Itto carried your things into your shared room.

In a tired manner, you sat down on the couch, and Ushi immediately took a seat next to you. "Hello, my little bull..." You cooed affectionately, patting his head, which he all responded to positively.

Everything is where it should be... so normal and so familiar.

"Darling! I have a surprise for you! I almost forgot since, ya know, you came unex-" Itto's excited voice and enthusiastic movements halted when he saw you sitting down on the couch. "Y/N...?"

Your head was down, small sobs came from your throat, and he can tell that you're trying yo hold them in. You curled up into a ball, sobs getting louader as you can no longer hold such a pain in your heart.

"Itto, please... I need you..." At your call, the oni dropped his gift to the ground and hurried to your side before pulling you to his chest. "Let me stay here..."

"Love, it's okay... I'm right here. And you can stay right here too." He kissed the top of your head, rubbing you shoulder to calm you down.

"Don't leave me all alone. Do-Don't forget about me..." You were begging, clinging onto him. Hoping he wouldn't walk out the door without a thought.

You wrapped your arms around him, sitting on his lap before burrying your face on his neck. The concerned oni didn't completely understand, but he understood that you needed him, so he's going to be there, he isn't leaving you alone in your home this time.

...

"Feeling better?" With a grin, Itto placed a cup of hot chocolate in front of you. The sight of you nodding left him feeling relieved.

"I'm right here, darling, alright?"

"Do you still love me?" The oni was shocked by the suddenness of your question. You looked at him, expecting an answer.

After composing himself, Itto stood in front of you at the dinner table, giving you the same look. "I fucking love you too much for you to start questioning my love."

"But you gave me a reason to... question it..." You pointed out sheepishly.

The man you love sighed, "I know, and I'm hoping... if you let me, I can make up for that..." He then proceeded to place a gift in front of you, right next to the hot chocolate.

"My very very late birthday present?" You gestured at the gift with a smile.

You felt in your heart that... you should trust his words, to let him prove his love. So you will.

"So you did receive my letters..." He teased right back.

"It's a long story..." You sighed, looking at the present in front of you.

"And I'll be hapy to hear it, love. Because I will always be here." Itto walked up to you and proceeded to wipe the lone tear that fell from your eye.

You stood up and jumped at him, hugging him immediately. "I'm really sorry, Itto... I shouldn't have left."

Tears yet again fell to your cheeks, "But when you forgot about my birthday, about our special day... about me..." You recalled the many nights you spent without him by your side.

"It made me... questionn your love..."

The love of your life hugged you back, letting you lean on his chest. "Then let me ask you now... Do you still love me?"

You chuckled against him.

"I fucking love you too much for you to start questioning my love." He couldn't help but let out the biggest grin when you said that.

The oni let go of you, before bringing the gift to your attention. "Since you love me so much, you'll let me take you out on a date and wear this, right?"

As he opened the box, you saw a necklace with a pendant that in a shape of a bull... he knows you too well. Yes, this is the beautiful jade necklace, it is made out of jade, soooo...

You hear a moo at the your feet, making you look down. "Oh, and here comes Ushi." Itto bantered with the idea of him and the bull being competitors for your love.

Ushi presented to you a wilting flower, along with the purest eyes you can see on a bull.

"Ohh, my sweet darling, thank you so much!"

Itto scoffed, "He literally plucked it out of the neighbor's garden, he almost cried when he was being shouted at."

"Ahh, Ushi has faced such a great trial for this flower, I appreciate it even more."

As the two compete for your love just like old times, the hot chocolate on the table goes cold.

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"Uh, Shinobu..." The boat of the rest of the Arataki Gang docked at Watasumi Island. "What are we doing here again?" Mamoru questioned the green haired girl.

"Apparently, there's a problem about receiving mail in the Sangonomiya Shrine, and that's why Miss Y/N took so long to get back home." Kuki Shinobu clarified. "Miss Yae asked us to take care of it. Think of this as part of the rescue mission you were talking about."

"Yeahh, alright! Let's kick some mail troblemakers butts!" Akira exclaimed.

"Yep, that's exactly what Miss Yae asked for. This is probably the only Shrine Maiden related thing I like, except for Miss Y/N, of course."

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After a year with no update...

I was done with a lot of things on my plate (thankfully) so I thought, why not pick up an old project :3

Thanks so much for everyone's patience, for waiting for part 2 of this story for such a long time, I appreciate you guys (⁠ ⁠ꈍ��ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

Tags: @l0diluvs @iiyumii @lockem @t4m3-simp @eliciana @freezombielover

[kitom-kortil]

Its simply not what you said. What you said was a disrespectful rant filled with misinformation about creepypasta canon in order to bash people for the content they make. You lied about Jeff's age, you lied about Toby's age, and then you told people to stop writing if they're bad at it. This is not what you were fucking saying, and you're not sneaky about it.

You got "crucified" for being a rude jackass acting holier than thou because you make only "edgy" content. This is not what you fucking said. Take responsibility for the fact that you spoke like an asshole and actually apologize for it, then maybe people won't be fucking mad at you. If this is what you were TRYING to say, I can believe that. But you didn't. You spoke like a prick and bashed people for the content they have fun making. If you don't want to see cheesy silly Creepypasta content, then block the people that make it, and continue in silence with your own content. You had a cool thing going here and you have soured it with arrogance and ignorance in your words and the way you have spoken to people, and this is apparently not the first time you've behaved like this!

Leave people alone. Seriously. You have no authority to tell people what they should or shouldn't create. Seriously, get over yourself. You made it very clear that you are an arrogant, ignorant person with no regard for other peoples' feelings nor do you care, clearly. Stop acting like the victim and take responsibility for the fact that you spoke like an asshole. I was shocked to come on here and find I was following you because that behavior was disgusting.

Stop trying to play the fucking victim, because you are anything but.

an introspective of the stagnation of creepypasta from the perspective of a creepypasta author since 2014

for the past couple of years due to the resurgence of creepypastas amongst a very young demographic, the meaning of 'creepypasta' has gotten so watered down it's effectively lost all meaning.

i've been writing creepypasta since 2014, using the genre as a cheesy way to become a better writer. all of my stories from back then are garbage, of course - what matters to me is the fact that i made them and improved as an artist in the process. if not for creepypastas, i wouldn't be nowhere near a good a writer as i am nowadays, and i honestly owe alot of it to how blunt the creepypasta fanbase was at the time. if a story sucked, you'd hear about it - while this was definitely not done in good faith, a side effect of this meant you ended up picking up on overdone cliches, bad writing and bad characterization just by reading these stories you're constantly told are "bad". by reading them with the foresight of KNOWING they aren't good, there's alot of information you can gleam. you pick up on parts of the story you can recognize as bad, and leave having a better knowledge of what Not to do when writing a story.

of course nowadays the creepypasta community's effectively died off and been replaced by children who care more about powerscaling their edgy sonic ocs than actually writing anything.

it'd be easy for me to just say that the creation and resurgence of sonic.exe is precisely what killed creepypasta as a whole, and in a sense it's not wrong, but i personally believe the thing that killed the genre is less about the story everyone idolizes and more about the culture that the story's appeal ended up cultivating.

sonic.exe fans have always existed. even back in 2014, there were tons of kids obsessed with it. i feel like that initial surge of popularity, while frustrating to many due to the poor quality of the original story, the community was ultimately harmless. they were just socially awkward kids being awkward and making their own stories. the part that i find admirable about the exe community back then is the key word, "Stories". if a kid back in the day liked sonic.exe, they'd download gamemaker and make their own game, or they'd go to the creepypasta/SOG wiki and write their own story. were they any good? more often than not, no. but the effort that went into creating media just out of an appreciation for a dumb story you liked is nothing short of admirable. of course there were stinkers - one of the first ever fan stories was a complete, beat-for-beat ripoff of a sonic creepypasta that came BEFORE exe, but regardless, there was alot of genuine effort behind these fanworks. for lack of better word, there was alot of soul - something the current community lacks.

sonic.exe recently got its second wind (in the form of an fnf mod of all things lol) and now everyone and their grandma knows about it. however, my hatred of the current community stems from something i never see brought up. if someone's bitching about sonic.exe it's only ever about the things you can actually hold people accountable for, like the massively rampant amount of abusers/pdfiles lurking around every corner (and yes, this is extremely prevalent in the community and needs to be addressed) but my problem lies in the lack of sincerety every recent piece of fanwork has. people nowadays don't care about making a story - and this is a problem that seems to infect a LOT of horror media, especially indie games - they care more about making a recognizable mascot.

look at any sonic.exe derivitive made after 2022 (most use the term horrorbrew, i don't know why they don't just use the term creepypasta or exe because there's nothing exactly making them stand out). nine times out of 10, you're not going to find any sort of game, or story, or any official media they're actually attached to. more often than not, they're just a *mascot* for a nonexistent story. that's where my problem lies - there's no more passion in writing creepypastas anymore. the part that people only seem to care about anymore is the recognizable mascot, the 'face' of a creepypasta, so they trim everything that isn't the mascot away, and i feel like doing this completely defeats the purpose of making creepypasta. if you don't believe me, every single creepypasta that people still talk about are ones that have a recognizable 'mascot' - squidward's suicide, suicidemouse, sonic.exe, i hate you, godzilla nes - while ones that don't have an overarcing antagonist or image (noend house, SAR woods) are basically forgotten. people don't care about the stories anymore, they only care about the antagonist. they see the scary, bloody-eyed sonic in the thumbnail of the story and think "i can do that". and when you see one of these nu-exe's actually try and make a story to pair with its mascot, it's either really contrived and tries to take itself way too seriously (needlemouse) or extremely derivitive of other media (sonic limited edition). this has also led to my least favorite trend of the nu creepypasta community, the trend of 'retaking' old pastas and cramming as many analog horror/exe tropes as possible into them. vibingleaf's content is the biggest offender - all he does is take old stories, slap a vhs filter on them, and (in the case of stories without an overarcing villain like the grieving) add some completely unfitting villain character who serves only to give the remake a marketable 'face' for the thumbnail. and people act like his remakes are the DEFINITIVE WAY TO ENJOY THESE STORIES! THEY AREN'T! STOP SAYING THEY'RE OBJECTIVELY BETTER THAN THE ORIGINAL! in the case of these inoffensive creepypastas, there's probably nothing more disrespectful than trying to 'one up' the original story! you're just putting another indie artist down so you can soak up all the attention like a douchebag! make and enjoy remakes because YOU want to make them - don't make them just to drag your fellow artists through the mud, damnit!

of course as much of a grouch i am about the state of creepypasta today, there's stuff i've seen that falls into this sort of creepypasta umbrella that i'm actually quite a fan of, even if they commit some of the things i hate to see. my favorite example would be that fake spongebob broadcast interruption (i have no idea if this is the original video because it's gone through retake hell but https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_0DMBZmuf1Y ). it commits alot of the things i don't like in modern creepypastas - it has a scary spongebob in it that seems to only exist to give the story a mascot and i feel like having the interrupted footage be stereotypically 'scary' doesn't fit the whole 'mentally ill nickelodeon employee tampering with footage' vibe the ending gives off but, in my humble opinion, it stands on its own as an interesting little story and there's alot i enjoy about it despite its faults. i like it because someone had an IDEA - and while that idea may have been derivitive of other lost media stories, it stands on its own and is enjoyable. more creators need to strive to make content like this. care more about making an interesting STORY, not an interesting CHARACTER. someone from the exe community, if given the same prompt, would've instead just drew a scary spongebob, named him some shit like "The Poriferan" and had someone else make an fnf mod about it - this guy went through the effort of fleshing their prompt out, and i have nothing but respect for them for doing so.

rant over. creepypasta means alot to me as a person and i owe the community alot for indirectly teaching me how to write and how (not) to create horror content, so it genuinely hurts seeing how badly the community has fallen.

[miscling]

About Miscling

This is a horny blog for horny blog things. Please don't interact if you're a minor/under 18, go away, shoo. if you follow me, make sure to have some indication of your age in your bio or pinned

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i am nameless, so call me whatever you like, lin is fine if you need a name. i am a girl, toy, doll, cow, kitty, slut, and ditz. i like to talk to people and am not scary at all, so send asks and dms about anything at all as much as you like. i'll try to respond to everyone!

i am an obedient good girl, who likes being praised. i like being given tasks to do and then be praised for doing the task!

This is a hornyblog that mostly follows other horny and trans blogs. i am a trans woman who has a cunt, i am also autistic and have adhd.

i would like to get to know other poly queer trans people who are very kinky and would especially like messages/follows from them. i am a fun trans sub looking for other trans people ^^ i am mostly T4T, but cis people are fun to play with too! I am in the UK, and would desperately like to hear from any other queer trans people that are also here.

i (re)blog about edging, hypno kink, bdsm, fetishwear, tickling, masochism, petplay (i'm a kitty), hucows/lactation, monsterfucking, CNC, mindbreaking, dollification, dronification, and a lot of generally weird horny things that i'm into. i'm an exhibitionist, submissive, and easily controlled by people who make me feel safe. i'm just a dumb horny girl who is controlled by her cunt. i do not consider myself a person but a toy, i am not a person in the way a cherished item or pet is not a person.

Real people don't wish they weren't people, after all.

Also, i started collecting likes on my previous pinned, saying if i got to 100 notes I'd start sharing links to my edging audios on my blog. If i carry on, and got up to 31 on my last pinned, then this one only needs to get to... 69 (hehe nice) before i'll start doing it. You should like this post if you read it!

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About Miscling contains every post that's about me.

You can find pics of me in Miscling Appears. (it's okay to go on a reblogging and liking spree through them) i make original posts under Miscling Rambles and posts about my lactation journey in Miscling Lactates i also make polls, which you can find in my Miscling Polls tag. you can hear my voice in the Miscling Speaks tag and over at my soundgasm page!

You can send me tasks with my ask tasks meme! I will take tasks from literally anyone ^^ you can see tasks I've done here! If you like or follow my blog, think about sending me a task as a little gift!

I learned to edge last year and was broken by a poll I ran to get permission to cum here then here and here. i hope to never cum again without being forced. i can't be forced to cum over the internet. i kept an edging diary for a while and my last orgasm was 1feb24.

I love to write, and I especially like to write about kink. Read bits about my play with Miscling Plays and stories I wrote with Miscling Writes.

Use my ask box liberally, anon or not. i'll answer near anything and you can use my ask meme tag and miscling answers to find questions to ask me (scroll the tag and use any meme you like, but copy in the questions or link the meme!)

I have a lovense wishlist (long distance remote vibrators)

I have an amazon wishlist (lingerie and random kink things)

I have a cashapp link (if you just want to tip me directly)

I have a ko-fi link! (please don't reference anything nsfw on kofi if you use this)

I'm trying to tag my kinks so i can find them when i want them, this is no guarantee that i'll tag things though. mommysub for posts about being a mommysub, goddess thoughts for religionplay where i'm a subby goddess, Bind Miscling for bondage, hit me for masochism, moo for hucow things, lee mood for tickling, oh my circuits for robot/drone things, maid day for maids, tidy up tuesday for my maid day, monsterling for monsterfucking posts, hypno gif, spiral, hypno txt, and hypnaudio, for hypno play, and hypnoslut for general hypno posts, preyling for primal play, latexcellent for rubberwear, and as i figure out others i'll add them...

I'm a slutty set of holes, a toy for others to use. Fill my mouth, cunt, and ass.

Also, I have some limits:

i have a nest partner, i won't let anything come between us

i do not like misogyny, transphobia, racism, or bigotry. This applies to kink too.

i don't like possessive language, only people i trust can own me

please don't try to make me cum or ask/tell me to

don't call me a bitch or a puppy. i like puppy petplayers a lot, but i am a kitty petplayer.

i don't like being treated as inferior, i might be submissive, but i should still matter and be treated with care and respect

sissy blogs dni, i am a woman, do not reblog my pics to your sissy blog, i will block you if i spot you.

i am a toy for others to enjoy!

(Most tasks recieved and completed in one day: 18) (Most tasks recieved on a special occasion: 48)

ASK TASKS: OPEN

use my ask box to send me tasks to do! i'd love to entertain and perform for you all! i am a good and obedient girl, and i enjoy getting tasks to do!

choose one or more task emoji and send them to me! include instructions if you send complicated tasks

tasks can come from anyone, even anons!

i'll do tasks as soon as i can! i have to finish my work wach day before i can play and i've grown very busy lately. basic tasks i'll do on my own, but i'll need help for the slightly more complicated ones so they might be a little while! Mutuals can DM me with DM tasks, and if i'm available we'll play ^^

task list below the readmore

BASIC TASK LIST!

🗜️ make me wear nipple clamps for 5 minutes! 📦 make me wear 10 pegs on my cunt for 10 minutes! 🤚 make me slap my cunt 5 times! ⚡ choose a part of me and make me use my TENS unit there for 10 mins. 🪆 dolly time! for the next 30 mins make me cup my hands, stay on my tip toes, and arch my back. 😺/🐮 petplay! for the next 30mins, make me keep off my furniture and only move around on all fours. make me put on my animal ears based on which one you send! 🤖 make me a good robot and complete one thing on my to-do list! ♾️ make me get my breast cups and pump my breasts for 15 mins! 🤐 make me gag myself for half an hour! (tell me what kind of gag to use and if I have it I'll use it, otherwise I'll pick) 🧣 make me put on my collar if i'm not already wearing it! 👗 make me get undressed and be naked for the next 30 mins! ✏️ make me write what you tell me on my body where you tell me! 💖 make me draw a little heart on myself where you tell me! 😵‍💫 make me stare at a spiral for 5 minutes (send me a spiral to use) (i won't use spirals that give me bad vibes, but i'll use any i've already reblogged) 🗣�� ask me anything, name a kink or give me a topic to write about (kinky or otherwise) and make me infodump about it. 🔊 send me a post or a write something for me to record saying, and i'll post the recording. 📝 make me go add 100 words to my current WIP novel. 🫴 make me edge for 10 minutes (Send me instructions, porn, a post to edge to, or a mantra to repeat while I do it, you can use my mantra tag for ideas. i cannot do this task on thursdays) 🕳️ make me fill up a hole for 10 minutes! (Choose to plug my cunt or/and ass, i cannot do this task on thursdays) 👅 make me stick my tongue out for 10 minutes! 💋 make me go practice deepthroating for 5 mins! 🍇 make me go get a snack and a drink! ❌ make me go take a break outside for 5 mins! 😴 make me go lay down in bed for 15 mins, no screens allowed.

SLIGHTLY MORE COMPLICATED TASK LIST!

👋 i'll ask my nestie to tickle me for 5 mins! (check my toybox) 🖐️ i'll ask my nestie to slap me 10 times! choose my face or tits 🏓 i'll ask my nestie to hit me 10 times! choose my ass or thighs (check my toybox) 👣 i'll ask my nestie to put elastic bands around my feet and snap the band against my soles 10 times. (nestie enjoys doing this to me) 🫶 i'll ask my nestie to choke me and hold my breath over a 5 minute session (please do not mix with other tasks) ⛓️ i'll get myself tied up and restrained for 30 mins! 🥊 No hands! make me put on my hand mitts for 15 minutes!

DM TASKS

If we're mutuals, you can dm me and play with me in other ways. Ask me for my lovense toy control links, combine tasks into one bigger task, send me files to listen to or hypnotise me yourselves, make me wear a diaper or control my toilet use, or suggest other things to do with me that you'd like! Non-mutuals who've gotten to know me can ask to play too.

Or...

⁉️ Give me a task not listed! (You can find the contents of my toybox here for ideas) (I reserve the right to safeword, but I'm very open and obedient, so shoot your shot)

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Meet the artist!

Hi, my name, here on tumblr, is Moo or M3B! If you would like to know more about myself than hop on under the cut; I’ve stored a couple of facts down there :D

I am a Christian writer and artist, and I’m attempting animation as well! I have lots of shows that I’m very into, but the main ones are TMNT, Snow White with the Red Hair, Project 863, and Gravity Falls (other shows/movies include Haikyu!!, ATLA, Moonknight, Marvel, Studio Ghibli, Steven Universe, over the garden wall, and many more).

The reason my Sona is wearing a Zebra onesie is because the Zebra is the official symbol for Rare Diseases. I have Mitochondrial Disease (I refer to it as Mito), which has effected my life in many ways, though now I’m practically fine which is a wonderful blessing from God, I absolutely love talking about it and will gladly share some of my experiences with anyone who wants to hear! The safety pins on the Onesie are also there because of my experience with Mito, though it’s kind of a long story so I won’t write it all out here. ^-^

I love reading people’s rambles, so if you ever would like to talk about a show, movie, or literally anything, regardless if I’ve heard of it, I’d love to hear in an ask! My asks are also open if you just wanna stop by and say Hi :D

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- I have three cats, Loki, Sylvie, and Suki <3

- I am 5’ exactly >:D

- my favorite bands are Madilyn Mei and Twenty One Pilots

- besides drawing and writing I also love to cook, bake, and crochet

- I am an ENTP

- I love learning about Psychology :D

- I use all caps and emoticons quite often

- I’m always open to drawing and writing requests, HOWEVER! there’s no promises that I’ll be able to finish it in a decent time frame or at all

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Coyote Head - Part 5 - Livestock Is Deadstock

master list

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Pairing: Cooper Howard x Lucy Maclean 

Includes many other characters from Fallout

Synopsis: Calf check doesn't go as planned. But brings out two main characters closer.

MINOR GET OUT. Rating/Warning:  Animal/people death, Stillb0rn animal, Horror, blOod/G0re, nightmares, Alternative Universe, Slow Burn, Death, Aging, Family Feuding, Eventually (I swear to the universe it will happen): Older Man/Younger Woman

Note: that I will not be spoiling any of the reading. So you have been warned. I will keep my tags relevant without spoiling what is happening in the story.

** Thank you for your patience! I basically rewrote this entire chapter about 4 times before the characters were happy with it. Little under 4k words. Enjoy*

Flag in hand, Lucy watches the Mama cow as her little munchkin makes a fuss. The thing is squirming, mooing, and rolling trying to get anywhere but where he was. Cooper works quickly, tagging, vaccinating, and wash of minerals. Then go as fast as possible before Mama charges.

“You're a’right Mama, you won’t be mad at me in a few months,” Cooper chuckles, as they speed away in the side-by-side.  

“Forgot how testy they could be” Lucy smiles, scanning the horizon for any signs of fresh calves. 

“Don’t tell anyone, but I like it when they are a little wild,” Cooper’s face lighting up with a big smile at the comment. Lucy feels her heart jump as she smiles back at him, noting that down for later. 

“Makes them good Mamas, especially with all the coyotes around,” Lucy adds, pointing towards a mama calf standing near a bundle. “I think there is one there.” 

Cooper adjusts his direction with a gentle turn of the wheel. His eyebrows furrow as he aims towards the Mama cow; surprised when she doesn’t move as they come close. Lucy’s stomach clenching as dread washes through her. The cow stood squared up to them, her eyes looking down at the ground where the calf lay, something was wrong. 

“Com’on sweety,” Cooper says to the heifer, as he carefully gets out of the ATV, “Let us take a look -”

Lucy gasps, as she looks at what should be a calf. Instead of an alive calf, there is what looks to be a mummified body on the ground. The cow was standing there looking at both of them, tail flicking but not moving. Lucy puts the flag down, walking to squat down on the other side of the poor thing. The body was a dark ochre color, the entire thing looking like it had been vacuum sealed in plastic. No eyes, or ears, just hollowness, legs tucked in head tucked down. If it had not been so shrunk it would almost look like it was alive.

“Oh dang,” Cooper sighs, bending down to look at the mummy. “I am sorry girl,” Cooper raises his hand, Lucy watching carefully as the cow comes over and bumps his hand. His forehead furrowed as he rubbed her nose gently, looking back at what should have been a alive calf. 

“Lucy write down her tag number, we will get Woody out to check’er. Once we’re done we’ll mov’er up to the barn. Make sure there is nothin’ left in ‘er.” Cooper says quietly rubbing the cow's nose and face, the cow leaning into the comforting hands of its owner. “You did good Mama, sometimes it happens.”

Lucy did as she was told, grabbing the notebook to write down the cow's ID number. As she watches Cooper comfort the animal. Most cows were protective of their offspring, but this one seemed to understand what was going on. Or maybe it just knew Cooper was trying to help, the thing leaning its head into his chest. 

“We’ll move it, into the back of the ATV. Can’t leave it out’er, don’t need to draw any more predators.” Cooper said quietly, moving away from the heifer slowly.  

The two of them work as quickly as possible to move the poor creature. Mama snorted and stomped a few times, Cooper letting her smell it before they put it into the box of the ATV. Lucy watches the cow for a moment as they drove away. The bovine's long bellows made her heartache, if cows could cry it would have. 

“Do you think they understand?” Lucy asks, wiping her tears away. Grandpa Tim had always said the cows knew more than they’d ever know. She hadn’t been sure at the time, preferring to deal with more facts than fiction, but watching the cow made her wonder. 

Cooper shrugged, hazel eyes shining as he dug in his pockets for a smoke. Lucy grabs the lighter from the cup holder, handing it to him. Wondering if she should ask for one herself, deciding against it at the last second. 

“Think they understand as much as any animal.” Cooper breathes out a puff of smoke. “I like to let’em see the body, make sure they smell it,  keep’em calmer. At least with my herd, unless we’re tryin’ to graft. Then gettin’ the grafter there ASAP takes priority.”

Lucy nods, a sadness pitting in her stomach as they drive over to the next calf. Thankfully on their feet and running as they drove close, Mama whale-eyeing them as they approached. 

***

Lucy stayed and helped Cooper move the cow over to the main barn. The barn wasn’t anything fancy, with a few stalls for anyone sick and, a cow shoot to help make handling anyone easier. Cows spent the majority of their life in the field, or forests. They got health checks, hooves checked, moved, and sorted into different fields. It kept them happy and healthy. Nothing was perfect but this was the way it had been done for many many years. A practiced ritual, at the end of the day, the cows always came first. 

Woody was surprisingly close to their area when Cooper called. The big man drove a white cargo van covered with hand-painted animals on all sides. The vehicle was fully loaded with anything he might need. He was one of the few large animal vets in the area, and getting him over quickly was a rare surprise. 

The man had a riot of dark brown curly hair, a big smile, and a shaggy beard. He was almost always in some kinda overalls. At the moment they were purple with embroidered cows. He was looking at the calf, blue gloves moving it this way and that. Woody frowned, glasses perched on the end of his nose. The body was stiff, more like a rock than a body, it was also surprisingly light. How the cow had birthed it without difficulty was shocking. 

“Well, it’s not common. But not the first one I’ve seen.” Woody sighs, removing his gloves and washing his hands in the sink by the side door. “The cow in the shoot is the one that gave birth?”

“Yah, pretty sure. She was standing over them,” Cooper swallows, and walks Woody over to the bovine, she had been put into the shoot for easier examination. The cow acted as if nothing was wrong munching on some hay. “We checked eighty percent of the herd this mornin’, rest are deeper in the bush. But no one else looked distressed.”

Woody looks her over, checking her body condition before sliding on some shoulder-length gloves. “Alright now Mama, be gentle on me. Just got make sure there is nothin’ left in’re okay.” Woody reached into the cow, Lucy standing near the head of the cow to make sure she was comfortable. Hands running against the creature's big head, scratching behind her ears as Woody 

“Well, everythin’ feels fine. I am going to take some tissue samples, do bloods too. Make sure there is no infection or anythin’ else that might of cause this. She had twins last year right?” 

Woody asked, as he degloves and went over to his vet kit. The man had always had a knack for remembering the ID tags of a herd.

“I’d have to check the record book, but I believe you’re right, yes. Two heifers, both healthy. “ 

Cooper replies, as Woody draws blood and takes what he needs. 

“I will give her a few shots, keep her separate until the tests come back.” Woody said, “Just to be on the safe side. Once we know she’s safe we can put her back into breeding rotation.”

Cooper nodded, “Well thank you for comin' out so quickly Woody, I know you're a busy man.”

Woody smiled, “Not a problem, Coop, if anything else pops up let me know.”

***

The drive into town was mostly peaceful, Lucy trying to avoid the thought of going home. The place felt less and less like home, maybe it was the lack of Grandpa Tim or constant nightmares. Gripping the steering wheel she turns down the main street of town; willing those thoughts away as she heads to the piece-together building that was the hardware store. She had already dropped off the paperwork at the new accountant, the woman seemed excited about the piles of neatly organized boxes. Lucy couldn’t have been more grateful to hand it to someone else. If the rest of the plan fell into place Lucy would have the holes repaired and a fresh coat of paint put on by the end of the week. 

Three sheets of drywall are strapped into the back of the truck, along with a few pieces of lumber. Screws, putty, paint, along with a texturing brush, and various other bits and bobs go into the back seat. Lucy felt somewhat confident she could handle the task at hand. Her hands itched to call Cooper, double-check that she had all the things she needed. Her mind ran back over this morning, the way Cooper’s face had fallen seeing the dead calf. Cattle ranching was hard on the best days, livestock meant deadstock, but that didn’t mean it hurt any less. No, she’d let him be like he didn’t have enough on his plate. 

“Hey, Lucy!” Lucy turns out of her daydreams, to see a tall lanking person with a buzzed head walking towards her. 

Lucy squints, realizing it was her friend Dane from high school. “Holy smoke, Dane! Is that really you!”

Lucy trots over to her friend giving them a big hug. They squeezed her back before letting go to look Lucy over. 

“Jeez, Lucy. You look the same as when you graduated!” Dane smiles, leaning against the side of Lucy’s truck. “I haven’t seen you in forever. I heard about Tim, really sorry ‘bout that.”

Looking away Lucy composed herself, still strange to hear people give condolences. “Yeah, cancer came in fast and hard. Just happy it’s over you know. Don’t think I look quite the same, but thank you, look at you all grown up.”

Dane rubs the back of their buzzed head, a blush staining their cheeks. “You’re too kind Lucy. Still adjusting to everything. Dad has been good, Mom- still getting used to it, but I am happy.”

Lucy grinned, “Good, don’t let anyone hold you back. You stayin’ in town now? 

“Oh, uh-no, just making some extra money before I start working as a heavy-duty mechanic in the fall.” They said beaming with pride. 

“No dang way! That’s great to hear.” Lucy smiles back, happy to hear her friend was doing well, 

“We should go for coffee sometime, or maybe get some food. Be good to catch up.”

“Yes, definitely.” Dane nods eagerly, “I actually if you got any tractors you need to be worked on. I'd be happy to take a look at them.”

“Really?” Lucy said, remembering that she had been neglecting to phone the tractor dealership.“I actually got two, think late eighties, haven’t been used in probably three or four years.”

“Oh, I would love that! Always loved old equipment. Why don’t I come by this Saturday? Hazard a guess you are staying at your Grandpa’s place.” Dane replies a sparkle in their eye at the idea of getting to work on the farm equipment. 

“Yep, I am there! Got the same number too. Give me a ring before you stop by.” Lucy said, more than happy to have an old friend drop by. It would be good to have company, plus she could get her tractors up and running. 

“I will see you then, Lucy,” Dane said as they walked away, Lucy hopping into her truck before taking off herself. Happy to know a friend would be dropping by that weekend. 

***

Lucy sits on the edge of the kitchen counter looking at the drywall she’d managed to get in. It wasn’t the greatest job but with a little mud and paint it would look good as new. Well, Lucy hoped it would. She took a pull of her beer, desperately wishing she had picked out some crappy Chinese food before coming home. 

Her hands taps at the counter, her arms were too sore to keep going right now. Tomorrow she’d hopefully get the mudding done, her hand dug into her pocket and pulling out her phone. 

Opening it up, she clicks on the messaging icon opening up a text thread with Cooper.  Just as quickly closing it, placing the phone on the counter. 

“No, we are not gonna bother the man,” Lucy hums, slipping off the counter and going into the laundry room and opening up the big chest freezer. Rifling around she found some ground beef and frozen mixed vegetables, it would pass as dinner. 

Sitting on the couch she flicked on the TV, scrolling through the different apps to find something to watch. Somehow there never seemed to be anything of interest, instead, she flicked over to some Lost, a guilty pleasure. Did the ending satisfy? No, not at all. Lucy preferred to imagine something different. Maybe something happier, or less flippant. 

Her phone buzzed beside her plate of food, Cooper Howard, popped up across her screen. She put her fork down and flipped it open, swallowing as she hit the message icon, a small grin pulling at her lips. 

Cooper: Hey, thought you should know the Mama from this morning is doing good :) 

Lucy smiles, was she smiling more since meeting Cooper? Shaking her head, she was happy to know the cow was doing okay. Having a stillborn mummified calf could mean that something was seriously wrong inside. Or it could mean nothing at all, that was the tricky part about livestock. 

Lucy: Hey, thanks for keeping me posted, hope she continues to do well. 

Cooper: Did you end up getting the drywall?

Lucy waits for a moment before replying: Yeah, got most of the holes filled in

She winces at the framing of the words but tries not to overthink it. Wasn't like there were many other ways to describe what she was doing. 

Copper: Want to do a calf check in the morning? I will come help with the mudding. 

Lucy smiles, she was not going to turn down the offer of having Cooper over: Deal. What time tomorrow?

Cooper: 6 am, I can pick you up

Lucy felt her cheeks redden at the message, she typed out: Why don’t you come over tonight- Then promptly deleted it, her hand coming up to cover her face. What was she thinking? No that would not do, like the man needs more on his plate.

Instead, she wrote: Sounds good, I will see you then.

Turning back to her food, Lucy tried not to let her mind run too much. Cooper was sweet, kind, caring, and goddamn gorgeous. She worried at her lip, remembering the way the cow had booped Cooper’s hand. How he’d comfort her, the man was something else. 

She rubs at her face, having missed most of the episode she was on. Sleep was on the menu, it was already well past ten, and five am would be coming like a freight train. 

Looking over at her room Lucy feels a shiver run up her spine. Shaking her head, Lucy went over grabbing a blanket, pillow, and her charging cable. Keeping the kitchen light on, she left Lost playing as she curls up under the blanket. She’d work on sleeping in her room later. 

***

The alarm went off loud enough that Lucy fell off the couch, confused as to where the hell she was. Blinking a few times, remembering that she had crashed on the couch. Groaning, she grabbed her phone, turning off the alarm, wanting nothing more than to curl back up under the blanket. Instead, Lucy pushed herself up onto her feet. The coffee pot switched on, she made her way to the bedroom. Stopping at the entryway, her body refused to go any further, the hair on the back of her neck standing on end. 

Lucy pushes her hand in and turns on the light, eyes blinking at the bright space. No shadows moved, nothing peered out from behind the closet door. Yet she still couldn’t move. Turning her head she looks out the door, her mouth falling open in a silent scream. 

Outside the door, across the deck, in the shadow of the forest were two glowing orange eyes. Standing roughly seven feet off the ground, the eyes stare back at her unblinking. Lucy was scrambling backward trying to get away as she trips and falls over the laundry basket crashing onto the floor with a loud bang. Her screaming rang in her ears as she lay splayed out on the floor. Lucy’s chest heaving, her eyes squeezed closed as she tries to will the image away. Shaking on the floor, Lucy pushes the laundry basket away to look at the patio door. Whatever had been there was gone, no eyes, no creature, nothing. 

“What is going on?” Lucy shutters, staring out the door for another minute. “Okey dokey,” She let out a few breaths focusing on lowering her heart rate. “Time to get dressed, Lucy.”

Dressed in leggings and a big shirt, she finds her overalls and slips them on with a big sweater. Filling her biggest to-go coffee cup, she takes several sips of coffee finally feeling somewhat more alive. Trying to convince herself that the orange floating eyeballs from this morning were sleep delusions. Or something other than a creature staring into her house from the forest. 

A knock on her door cleared her mind, she threw a few bits and pieces into a bag. Snagging her coffee and keys she opens the door to see Cooper standing there. He has a tan leather jacket on, a white cowboy hat, and perfectly fitted jeans. His face breaks into a crooked grin when he sees Lucy in the doorway. Her face goes flush as he looks her over the same way she just had. 

“Good mornin’ Miss MacLean.” Cooper drawls, his tongue darting out over his lips, making Lucy feel warm all over. She could get used to him looking at her like that. 

Lucy swallows, “Morning, Mr.Howard. Ready to be on our way.” Happy that her voice didn’t break as she moved through the doorway, locking it behind her.

Cooper held out his arm, Lucy doing her best not to trip over her own feet, as she took his arm. The two walking down to his truck, it was still running and warm inside against the cool spring air. He opened the door for her, and she hopped in. 

***

The calf check was thankfully uneventful, Cooper driving the two of you back to his family farm. His mom, Dorthoy, asked Cooper to bring her over for breakfast. The home was country chic in every way, two-story, white, with a large vaulted front window facing west. 

A deck wrapped from the front door around the back, and the yard was filled with Dorothy's plants. Still dormant now, but come spring the whole place would be filled with flowers. Coop pulls up beside the other vehicles on the dirt road, just outside the separate garage. 

Janey came running outside, in pjs and gumboots, shouting excitedly for her Dad. Lucy smiles as Cooper scoops up his daughter and swings her around in his arms. 

“Eeee” The little girl giggled, Mathias poking his head out the door and watching the two. 

“Hey Mathias,” Lucy smiled at the older boy, he frowned but walked out, socked feet not going further than the front mat.

“Hey buddy,” Cooper smiled, ruffling his brown hair. His frown deepened as Lucy came into the front door.

Lucy toed off her boots, thankful her overalls were mostly clean. She placed her bag by the door before following Cooper deeper into the house. The smell of bacon and coffee made her stomach growl. 

“Are you having breakfast here?” Mathias questioned, standing in the dining room. Hands on his hips, looking at Lucy with narrowed eyes she moved into the kitchen. 

“Mathias, don’t be rude,” Came the chipper voice of Dorothy, she was a stocky woman, with perfectly pined grey hair. Her face marked by the sun with crow's feet and smile lines, she could have easily played Mrs. Clause. 

“Good morning, Mrs. Howard,” Lucy beams, as she helps grab cups and plates for the table. Setting them out as Janey grabbed forks and knives for each seat. 

“Lucy, please call me Dot,” Dorothy smiled, filling each cup with coffee. “We’re all family here,”

Lucy and Cooper finished setting the table, bacon, eggs, and toast piled onto dishes in the center of the table. Richard Howard came in slowly, leaning heavily on his cane. The man had once stood at the same height as his son, now was stooped over with pain as he came to sit at the head of the table. Lucy felt her heart clench, an all too familiar sight before her. A flashback of Tim, the man who had once ducked through doorways stooped over as he shuffled from his bed to the bathroom. She swallows but does her best not to stare, helping Janey get seated instead. 

“Good to see you, Lucy,” Richard said with a small smile, wincing as he shifted in his chair. “Thank you, for helping Cooper.”

“Not a problem, Mr. Howard.” Lucy says as she helps Mathias scoop food onto his plate. He was still glaring at her, but she let it go. Kids would be kids. It wasn’t like she didn’t understand what it was like to lose a parent. 

***

Lucy waves at the kids as they load onto the bus, Mathias waves back with a small smile. Janey had clung onto her Dad, practically having to be peeled off the man to get her onto the bus. They both climbed back into the truck as the bus left. 

“Sorry about Matt,” Cooper added as they drove to Lucy’s place. “He has had a rough go, gets uncomfortable with new folks.”

Lucy shrugged, “It’s okay, little guy has been through a lot. I was similar at his age.”

Cooper nods as they turn down Lucy’s driveway, “I try to do my best with him, but he knows his Granddad is dying.” He swallows as he parks the truck, “Little guy can only handle so much.”

Lucy reaches over squeezing Cooper's arms, “You’re a good Dad, Cooper Howard.”

Cooper swallows looking out the windshield, his knuckles going white as he grips the steering wheel. "I feel like I am drowning most days. Hated having to move them so far." He rubs his jaw, "But we couldn't stay either."

Lucy keeps her hand on his arm, listening to him patiently. His shoulders were drawn tight like he was carrying the weight of the world.

"I am sorry," He murmurs, "We should - ah - go in."

"What if we help each other?" Lucy says, her mouth running before her brain can catch up. "I know, you have so much going on. With the farm, being a Dad, your own Dad. Plus you throw me into the mix with all my wack-a-do problems. Doesn't make it easy." She stops, trying to find out where this train of thought is heading. "But, umm, maybe between the two of us, we could make things work. Two heads is always better than one, and we work well together."

Cooper watching her with an unreadable expression on his face. Lucy felt her stomach twist, wondering if she may have gone too far.

"If that's something you might like to do?" Lucy looks away, moving her hand away to get out of the car before more words spill out of her mouth.

"Lucy," Cooper says, his voice so soft it's almost a whisper. "I would like that. Be nice to have someone who gets it."

SIX

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HEAVENLY LIGHT ━ obi-wan kenobi ✩

Chapter Three - New Assignment The secret garden was tucked away in an abandoned room that had been overrun with fearless ivy and vines. The walls were covered in it and over time Daphnea had begun to plant various species of wildflowers until the entire room appeared to be more of a forest rather than a palace room. The girl gathered her dark blue dress that threatened to pull any young buds out as she clamored over to a small swing, a book placed delicately on the table beside it. Daphnea smiled when she heard the whoosh of her nursery droid, M90-0 or Moo, following her. She had hoped to lose the plump droid in all the chaos of the morning, but it appeared it was much more stealthy than she had realized. She laughed as it walked in beside her, being careful not to snag its soft material on the twigs and vines.  “Moo!” Daphnea called out. The droid turned around and cocked its head to the side as if to say, ‘what did I do now?’. “Find a place to plant yourself down. We are going to be here a while.” The droid did as she bid and found a comfortable spot beside a large spot of soil, which it proceeded to puncture with one of its large fingers. Daphnea watched the way it played with the dirt, pushing it down and watching as it never rose again. The droid appeared to be in some kind of trance and the teen couldn’t help but envy it. Daphnea sat down on the wool-covered couch and her body began to relax as she gently took the book in her hand and swayed quietly. The book itself didn’t hold any matter of interest to her, but it allowed her to escape. A feeling that was far too rare for her liking. She pulled herself closer into her cocoon as the morning turned to afternoon. “Hiding from our dear mother?” Daphnea jumped at the sound of her sister’s voice. She looked over to see Catalea dressed in a beautiful floor-length gown of deep green. One of her shoulders hoisted a part of the gown that flowed like a fountain down her back, while the other had vines weaving up her arm. A silver and gold belt cinched her waist in with a couple of green kyber crystals attached to the side. Her dark hair was pulled up with a gold piece defining her look of regal grace. The young teen felt underdressed as she giggled, “And you’re not?”

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You enter a tight dark building with a high ceiling. Remy leads you to a machine and you immediately start kicking, while trying to latch onto the floor with your hooves hands. He maneuvers around you but curses. You won’t go in there. You refuse. You can’t. You’d resisted him the last five days you’ve been here.

“I’m so disappointed in you. You used to be so good.” He frowns at you. You won’t go in there again. You refuse again. You can’t again. You won’t again. You can’t believe you let one of his goons kidnap you back here.

“Fuck you, cowfucker,” you say, and Remy’s frown deepens, but he then looks away.

“I’m sorry I had to call you in so late,” he says to a person you didn’t notice in your anger. It takes you a moment to realize it’s really him: Doctor Harper, your therapist.

“Not a problem. Night is the optimal time for hypnosis anyway.”

“Doctor Harper,” you cry out, “what are you doing here? He’s got people trapped in barns and he’s using them for some weird sex juice collection! Help me, please!” You try and stand but Remy keeps you down with his hand. And Harper ignores your words, ignores the violence you’re suffering.

“Last time, it was so much better behaved. And produced so much more. It’s like we’re back to square one.”

“I wouldn’t assume that. Progress isn’t a linear thing.” Doctor Harper crouches down to you, in his normal coat and sweater-vest, but this time with work boots that look silly on him. “The beast is very stressed.”

“Harper,” you demand, “What the fuck are you doing. This isn’t something to relax about. Y-you’re not working with him? You can’t!” Betrayal ices your nerves. This was an act, right? He’d help you get out, after Remy was appeased, right? He must be here to rescue you after you were taken from the Asylum to here, instead of the orphanage.

Harper was your doctor. He was professional and kind. You’d told him things you couldn’t burden Robin with and things Sydney would (hopefully) never understand. He’d been there for you at the hospital, and when you’d had those mortifying breakdowns, at the Asylum.

Doctor Harper shushes you and strokes your head, “You feel so safe when you hear my voice, don’t you? Just focus on my voice.” Harper’s face is close to yours and it takes up nearly all your vision, except for the barn rafters above you.

You feel a wave of calm come over you, but you lift your head above anyway. You know going down would mean drowning, “This place isn’t safe! He’s insane he’s trying to turn me into a cow- I thought you were going to help me, Harper why are you working with him he’s trafficking people this is horrifying and I’m sure he’ll do something worse to me next. Please I’ve been a good slut like you told me to be I haven’t worn underwear in months I just- don’t want to be trapped here. I want to see my friends I want to go to the lake I w-”

The air knocks out of you as Remy shoves you onto your back. You look up at Harper, and for a brief moment, he looks startled.

“This little bull knows how to moo so sadly and make its eyes so big and wet,” Remy admonishes, “Don’t fall for it. If you do, these creatures will just walk all over you.”

Harper nods. “You don’t have to worry. I’m aware that what these animals think they want is not the same as what they actually do.”

“Do you think you can hypnotize it tonight still?”

“Yes.” Harper answers sharply and he kneels over you, taking up your field of view again.

“Harper...” you beg, not sure for what anymore. You just want this to all be over.

He strokes your hair again, but more firmly this time. “You’re behaving irrationally. Remy feeds you, keeps you safe, provides you medical care, lets you play with the other animals here. You want for nothing. You are letting your instincts get the better of you, which stems from your behavioral issues. You’re untrained and it’s not just hurting you, it’s hurting everyone around you. You’re a burden when you disobey. Just listen to me and everyone will feel so much better again.”

“B-but Harper. He’s whipped me. He’s hurt me.”

He shakes his head and takes his shiny purple pen out of his front pocket, “If you follow this pen and listen to the sound of my voice, you will feel better. Will you do that for me?”

You nod slowly. You don’t fully agree with him (like, you’re not a cow, obviously) but Harper’s always been right before. You are probably wrong about how bad this place is. The pig they had you play with yesterday was just a little rude and, like always, you overreacted. Just freaking out like usual.

And you’re so scared and so alone you have no idea what to do and Harper is a familiar face who always makes you feel better.

He moves the pen from side to side with fluid control and your eyes follow. “It feels good to listen to my voice. You like hearing my words. I want you to breathe deeply. Focus on the pen. There's nothing in the universe except this pen, my voice, and your own breath."

“You’re going to imagine you’re right outside this barn on a beautiful temperate day. The sun warms your fur. The breeze cools your fur. The air is fresh with the scent of sweet flowers. It’s everything you ever wanted.

“You hear the sounds of the farm. You hear the horses gracefully trod along. You hear the farmhands’ laughter, light on the wind. You hear the chickens cluck in sisterhood. Everyone is happy, calm, and in their rightful place. It’s everything you ever wanted.

“The walls of the farm buildings are a vivid red under the warm sun-”

Your semi-hazy mind suddenly remembers that today actually wasn’t the first time you’ve seen Doctor Harper here. You’ve seen him here many times, actually. Your eyes move to the ceiling rafters above you. You remember when you’ve seen them and Doctor Harper above together before. He was panting, moaning, laughing, nearly yelling with lust. He could barely keep himself together enough to focus on kissing you. And you were moving your hips into him, feeling smug but also vulnerable and also so good so good so good it was so good to be inside Harper. He confessed something to you in between his wanton noises and wet lips, something you can’t remember even now. His mouth was slick with drool and something pink-

"Focus, please. Think of how strong the red color of the building is. How it is adorned with classic white stripes. It's a picturesque farmhouse. Buildings have stood just like it going back ten years, twenty years, fifty years, one hundred years, two hundred years; and farmhouses themselves, several thousand. The paths between the buildings are well-trodden. The sheds house tools with the same shapes as they did since forever. And cattle have been looking at those buildings, walking those paths, peeking in those tool sheds for as long as they've existed. You are a beloved part of a long tradition. It's everything you ever wanted.  

"You watch people move in and out of doors for people. Chickens move in and out for coops for chickens. Cows move in and out of barn doors for animals. You just moved outside of a barn door because you are a cow. There is order. It’s everything you ever wanted.

“You walk out into the yard, the grass under your hooves soft and the ground firm. There is more room to graze than you could ever even use. It’s delicious and filling. You will never go hungry. The farm is prosperous and you will always be fed. You walk to a patch of small yellow wildflowers. They smell fresh and when you move your neck to eat them, they’re soft on your tongue. They taste like joy. You chew and you feel happier and happier with every small flower. It’s everything you ever wanted.”

You imagine everything Doctor Harper says in perfect clarity. It’s like waking up from a good rest after days of insomnia. You barely feel the hard floor below you anymore. 

“You see three armed farmhands enter through a gate. One hoists a dead snake above his head and everyone cheers. Another drops a large dead wolf onto the ground and everyone cheers. You join with a moo. You’re happy this creature is dead. It could have hurt you. Remy had it killed to make sure you’re safe. Another hunter drops a large dead hawk. Its talons curl in rigor mortis and will never threaten any poor unsuspecting livestock again. Everyone cheers again, and you moo, louder this time. You are safe. No one will ever hurt you again. Remy hires good people to make sure of it. It’s everything you ever wanted.

“You walk further into the pasture and find some tall grass to eat. Its feathery seeds tickle your snout and you blow on them. They glitter in the air with the warm sun behind them. You feel playful. You blow on more and dance in the field. You’re having fun. You chew on the tall grass and are reminded of your excitement by the taste. It’s everything you ever wanted.

“You continue to a patch of bright pink flowers. They smell sweet. Your spine tingles from your tail to your head, so hard that you buck. You swallow the sweet smell of the air and in your stomach it turns into lust. You’re overwhelmed. You shove your face into the grass and eat. Every flower you eat heats you slowly and you eat as quickly as you can, chasing that good feeling. You only notice the true extent of your warmth when you’re boiling. Remy would help you if you let him. It would be so easy. We want to help you. It’s everything you ever wanted.

“You trod along and find blue flowers with wide petals. They smell earthy. You eat them and your head feels so focused. You feel every fiber as you chew. You notice how the sunlight shines on every blade of grass, every fence post, every creature’s eye you spot. You’re aware of how sturdy your hooves feel on the ground, of how flat your back is, of how the taller grass tickles your stomach. It’s so clear to you. You are a cow. You have wondered about your purpose, your capabilities, many times before in your life but the light shines away all of that doubt. You are a part of Remy’s herd. Your goal is to be as good a cow as you can. It’s everything you ever wanted.”

As Doctor Harper continues to describe you eating various flowers and grasses, you feel light, like the ice cream in a float. Remy, crouched, now watches you from behind Doctor Harper. You’re not sure when he got there. However, even in your state, you can recognize his thirst.

It’s like you’re in another universe: the only universe that was ever real. It’s everything you ever wanted. You love Doctor Harper’s voice. You hope he keeps talking and you keep listening forever. You don’t know when you stopped tracking the pen with your eyes but Harper shuffles behind you. He starts whispering beside your left ear and every word passes straight through your blood-brain barrier. You feel his neck vibrate and you shudder to his frequency as his hot breath tickles your inner ear.

“You continue to a patch of hay. You lay down in it. It’s the softest you’ve ever felt. Queens of old would be jealous of you. Any pain you have melts into the softness. You find Remy next to you. Remy here provided that for you. Remy provides everything for you. And all you have to do is follow his very simple requests. You’re good at following simple requests. You’re proud of how good you are at it. It’s everything you ever wanted.

“He leads you back through the pasture and to a bright red barn. You part so he can enter through the person door and you the barn door. And here we are. Remy takes care of your sexual needs too. You want to be obedient so he can do that for you. He wants to make it good for you and the more compliant you are, the better he can do it. You want to be a good cow. It’s everything you ever wanted. Repeat it after me, ‘I want to be a good cow.’”

“I want to be a good cow,” you mumble with your tongue tripping over itself.

“Repeat: ‘It’s everything I ever wanted.’”

“It’s everything I ever wanted.”

“’I want to be a good cow. It’s everything I ever wanted.”

He has you repeat this many more times. You eventually get the hang of it and say it clearly. You hope Doctor Harper is proud of your diction. You do, after all, want to be a good cow.

Remy holds your hair gently, “Are you ready to behave for me, little cow?”

“Yes.”

“Cows don’t speak.”

There’s a pinprick of light left in your mind that you try and grasp. Every attempt to grab it just makes it flicker. It goes out. You moo, loudly.

Remy smiles at you as he sighs gently. He then looks past you, to Doctor Harper, “Thank you Doctor. I’m always impressed by your skill.”

“Of course.”

“Do you think this will increase yield?”

“That’s one of the data points I’ve been testing, and so far the answer points to yes.”

“A shame the breasts are so much smaller,” Remy says he gropes the right side of your chest. You squirm as a callus rubs against your nipple. “The serum should return them, but it will take time. Right now it’s as dry as a desert.” He takes a pot of gel from his pocket and pours it on his hand.

You look up at Doctor Harper and moo. If cows spoke, you would have informed Remy that it was Doctor Harper who did your top surgery. Harper looks at you blankly.

Remy continues, “I think some manual stimulation is in order.”

“An excellent idea.”

Remy starts groping your chest in a slow circle, with that gel setting it on fire, and Harper joins in with the other side. It feels good and if your face weren’t already flush it would be from all the attention you’re getting.

“May I suggest a slight adjustment to your technique?” Harper asks.

“Of course. This is a partnership.”

Harper’s free hand places itself over Remy’s. It’s paler and softer, its cruelty lacking the roughness required to hold a whip. He moved Remy’s hand in a circle that got smaller and smaller. The two of them are looking right at each other as the motion repeats several times.

“Moving in like this allows optimal stimulation of the ducts. I also suggest more direct suction of the teats before the pump’s suction.”

“Would you care to exhibit that as well?” The edge of Remy’s lips curl.

“Oh, well, I- uh- of course.”

Blushing so hard you can feel the heat off his skin, Harper leans over you and gently sucks on the tip of your nipple, then tightly envelopes the entire nipple. You give a long sharp moan. You’re already pent up and having the Doctor be intimate with you might push you over the edge.

He releases you and turns to Remy. “Repeatedly s-starting and restarting stimulation of the nipples can lead to better outcomes for producing milk.” He looks back down at your chest. Stares.

“Can you provide me with a write-up of this information? I’d love to apply it to the entire herd.”

“Absolutely.”

“I’d like you to observe and tell me if I’ve successfully copied your technique.” Harper nods affirmatively while continuing to stare at your chest.

Remy’s tongue feels like hot oil on your nipples and you shudder and let out another moan. Both you and Doctor Harper intently watch the way his mouth moves. Once his mouth covers your nipple he starts sucking firmly. When your muscles start to tense, he wetly pops off.

“Remy. That was perfect,” Harper says so lightly it’s almost a whisper.

“Almost too perfect. While it’s not making a lot of milk, we can’t let any of this come go to waste.” He gestures towards your hard manhood.

“Agreed.” They’re both staring at it now. You feel proud of the bead of pre-come traveling down it.

“Let’s get him to the machine before we lose any yield,” Remy commands. They both stand, towering above you, leaving you laying on the straw-covered floor.

“Stand up.” Doctor Harper tells you and you get on all fours. Remy walks you to the machine. It looks older than your machine at your stall. Perhaps a prototype? It’s raised on something like a hospital bed.

“Up and at ‘em,” Remy says, hefting you up from under your arms. Doctor Harper lifts your legs. You moo lowly in contentment at being handled like the cow you are.

Remy grabs one of the hoses with a penis pump, but before he puts it on you he rubs a purple gel on your cock. You buck into his hand but he soon removes it and hooks you up to the device. He grabs another tube with an open cup at the end and places that under your pussy, locking it into the bed you’re laying on.

Harper starts massaging both sides of your chest and sucking again on the left one. He keeps an eye open, looking at you. You groan, urging him to keep going. You rifle your hand through Harper’s hair; he stops for a brief moment and his eyebrow raises in surprise, but he keeps going, now using his tongue more passionately. Remy however, grabs your hand.

“You shouldn’t put your hooves near people’s heads, little cow, you could hurt someone.” He straps your arm down on the machine, then straps the other. You moo apologetically.

Harper’s mouth is driving you wild and you press your chest into his mouth. You feel something warm start to flow from your nipples and Harper moans, drinking up your breast milk.

“Harper,” Remy says firmly and Harper stands up straight, like a cat who had been caught. He wipes your milk off his chin. “If you want to get high off your own supply, that’s one thing, but not off mine.”

“My apologies. I simply wasn’t expecting this. You said the cow was dry.” There’s a tension in the air that your hard-won survival instincts can’t ignore, even with the state you’re in.

“I did, didn’t I? Well, I can hardly fault you for doing a good job.” The tension dissipates between everyone, mostly. “The night before I got nothing, and last night it wouldn’t even behave enough for me to attach it to the machine. You’re a miracle worker, Harper.”

“Thank you. I suspect there’s another factor at play beyond miracles, however – may I examine the creature’s vagina?”

“By all means.”

Remy attaches suction cups to your chest, completely tying you into the machine. You remember how good it feels when it’s turned on and your muscles tense in excitement. You want to be productive for Remy too. Maybe then everyone will be happy.

“Spread your hind legs,” Harper tells you and you obey robotically, stretching them wide.

He gets upon the gurney and kneels between your legs. He prods at your stomach firmly with both his hands. His face is blank other than a slightly furrowed brow. He easily sticks two fingers in your soaking wet pussy, you feel your juices run down into the cup. Your pussy holds him tightly, wanting very badly to come.

“A cow’s vagina shouldn’t be this tight around human hands. You’re a large beast and I’m just a man. You should be nice and loose in case the cowhands need to check your health, right?”

That does make sense to you. Your body adapts and loosens. Doctor Harper aides in by circling his fingers around the edge of your entrance. You enjoy the slow stretch. He adds another two fingers and you feel so full. He strokes inside you and widens his fingers to stretch your opening even further. He’s patient with his movements. They’re precise, but not harsh. He gives you time to breath in and out for every new stretch and doesn’t continue unless you’re ready.

“Relax. Deep breath in, then out. Be a good cow for me,” he smirks, “You’ve already let me deep inside your mind, so let me deep inside your body too.” If he wasn’t as deep as he was in your mind, you might have recognized the lusty malevolence that quivered in his voice.

“Ah!” he exclaims as you gasp: he’s fit his thumb in and slipped to the wrist. “G-good b-b-cow. You t-took me so well.”

He reaches further in and you’re astounded that it’s even possible. At a certain point there had to be a you inside you that could stop his entrance, right? You want to tighten and rub your g-spot against his arm, but if you did that you wouldn’t be a cow. Finally his fingers reach your cervix. You feel strange blunt methodical pressures on it. Harper bites his bottom lip in concentration until he breaks and he giggles.

“What is it?” Remy wonders.

“He’s pregnant. And with the timeline, really the only possibility is with one of my experiments.” Harper beams at you. You’re...pregnant? You feel scared but then you remember that cows wouldn’t feel scared at this.

“That would be a fast pregnancy then, right?”

“Pups.” Harper was so excited it was contagious, but you don’t really understand. How could a cow be pregnant with pups? Maybe a cow would be afraid if it were pregnant with pups-

Remy whistles, “Well, congratulations are in order for the new parent, wouldn't you say? It’s been waiting so long.” He brushes hair from the side of your face and scratches gently behind your ears. “You’ve been so good. And you produced so much milk. I’m so proud of you.” His green eyes twinkle. You focus on them and feel calm again. You know Remy will protect you.

You feel Harper’s fingers move inside you, but now around your cervix rather than at. He pushes deep inside of you, coring you out to reveal bliss. You’ve been fucked this deep before, of course, but it was never with this much dexterity or direct force. It feels foreign at first. Your neurons take time to recognize that this strong feeling is pleasure. You’re like a marionette on Harper’s strings. You feel his breath hitch every time his puppetry gets your body to shake or make a noise to his tune. You groan lowly, your back arches, and then what you thought was going to be a hot burning flame turns into a fireball when you feel a mechanical whirring then the machine comes to life and starts to suck you.

You wail as you come hard. Every piece of your body is caught up in your orgasm, from your curling toes to your suctioned nipples. You remember that you feel pleasure because of Doctor Harper, but otherwise your mind is totally blank. When you finally get your wits about you, you’re panting and Remy and Doctor Harper are watching the tube attached to your dick. The Doctor is taking notes, while occasionally rolling his wrist, while Remy just looks on, very pleased.

“Remy. I would like to discuss with you further experiments and I would also like to provide additional treatment to ensure our subject has positive associations with the machine.”

“That sounds good.” He checks his watch. “You can start on that treatment now. Right now is shift change and I need to lecture them about security. Good help is hard to find. I’ll be back shortly and we can discuss those experiments then.”

“Very well,” Harper agrees and Remy walks out the door.

He turns to you, grinning. “You’re going to be such a wonderful m-mother.” He strokes your stomach. His eyes blaze as they alternate between you and it.

You moo. There was something you wanted to talk about. Something you wanted when it was just you and Harper. Something about leaving this place? But why would a cow leave a farm?

He gets up onto the table and straddles your hips and pets your stomach like it’s a holy relic. “I’m glad I decided on increased observation. It will be valuable to see this from beginning to end. It’s not that there isn’t valuable data to be gathered from you being free-range. I l- it’s scientifically interesting watching you and seeing what you get up to. You’re a lot wittier than people give you credit for. And I’ve done qualitative studies and you're a standout in both boldness and curiosity among my specimens,” he leans close to you and his voice dips with affection, “I suspect it’s why you always give me s-such n-novel results. “

Harper leans in to kiss you, although the first pass is more like he’s licking your face. He kisses you eagerly and wetly and you return it in full. He starts to rock his hips against your stomach. Even underneath the fabric you can feel he’s hard. Between this and the machine you’re on your way to another orgasm.

“Do you remember getting pregnant?”

You blink in confusion as he kisses you again before you could even moo.

“Remember all the dogs, at the Asylum?” He’s smirking as he kisses you once more.

You did remember that. Doctor Harper had noticed his therapies had been less effective on you than usual so he threw together a surprise of bringing several therapy dogs in. They were all so friendly. You had fun rough-housing and playing with all the dogs. They really liked tug of war, so much that once you had almost become the rope! Doctor Harper had watched you. He brought toys but refused to play with the dogs himself. Still, he seemed to have had a good time. Surprisingly, you’d tired out all the dogs before you were too tired yourself.

Eventually the dog’s handlers all came to pick them up and Doctor Harper stuck a dog toy up your pussy. As a memento, he’d said. He tried to walk you out but your legs were unsteady and you both fell back onto his chair. He seemed upset that you got his coat dirty, but said that he could never really be mad at you. You begged and he even let you stay on his lap while you rested. You loved sitting on the Doctor’s lap, you always felt equal parts happy and lustful. All the fear and pain leaves you when you’re there.

The Doctor had started rubbing your belly, praising how stuffed with come you were. You’re still not sure how it got in there? Maybe one of the dogs accidentally shot it in? Disgusting, but, accidents happen. You don’t blame the poor dogs. Doctor Harper had then taken his cock out and rubbed the come leaking from your pussy over it. He called you a handsome slut then easily pushed his cock up your ass. You felt so full. You felt so happy. You remember thinking that must be what love felt like. He fucked you hard like you were his doll while your sore body held on.

In the present, you moan while he enters you with his tongue. You run your own over his, embracing it. He’s quickly losing the battle for control as you feel him start to thrust harder against your stomach. He parts from you, with a string of saliva running between your mouths. “I see you do remember. Aren’t you filthy, letting animals come in you,” he kisses you again, “I got you k-knocked up with- with dogs. Our little experiments. I can’t wait to get my equipment in here and examine you f-further. You’re such a perfect test subject. I have so many more to run, I can’t wait to see your results.”

You shake your head, “Cows and dogs don’t have sex....”

“Well, almost perfect test subject. We should be able to finish your treatments while you’re here.”

“Here?”

“This is the best place: I can work with Remy, there’s plenty of opportunities for your treatments, and there’s no one around to ask any questions. I worried people would think me cruel for keeping you to myself. But even if the outside world is deprived, I’ll at least make sure the whole farm gets their fill of you. Besides, you want to stay with me,” he laughs.

You whimper loudly and kiss him yourself. You do. Doctor Harper keeps you so happy. Your life outside is so painful and hard. You try to fight through it, you really do. You even keep the pretense of fighting up, but you know you’ve given up. You work so hard to be brave, harder than most people ever have, but the world is stacked against you. Harper offers comfort and safety for the small price of ignoring the voice that answers your questions. Because you had sex with the dogs. Because he’s also your captor and isn’t going to help you escape. Because he’s experimented on you without your consent and now you can give birth to animals. Because he’s manipulating you. Because you’re not a cow. Hey idiot, he’s not actually offering safety or real happiness.

“I’ve had specimens attracted to me before. But they were either useless for meaningful data or their affections faded once their treatments progressed. You only grew more attached, even though I know you know how much I take a-advantage of you. Which only made me want to use you more- Ah.”

You feel another orgasm coming on. Your nipples were sore yet still so excited, your cock ached to go again, and your poor clit was being toyed with mercilessly by the machine’s vibrations.

He pulls the pen from his breast pocket and waves it again. “When you come, you’re going to feel so thankful to Remy for providing you with this. You love this machine. It lets you show how grateful you are to Remy. Filling it with your fluids means you’re a good cow. When you come you’re going to be so happy you’re pregnant so you can give the machine more of your fluids. You want to be p-pregnant all the time with my experiments. You want to be full. You want to serve your master by having a big round belly.”

Doctor Harper tongues your mouth again and the sensation of him sliding in and filling your mouth like it’s his is what does you over. He keeps kissing you, with open eyes, as you come. You moan and gasp for air against his tongue but he gives you no leeway. You are happy though. You love being full with Harper’s desires. You know Remy will be happy too. As your spasms subside he finally frees your mouth.

“You come so beautifully. You’re in love with me, aren’t you? All because I was nice to you and fulfilled your slutty desires-”

Harper frowns, looking contemplative, then with his proper professional voice says, “Remy will be back soon.”

You whine as Harper dismounts from the table. You wanted to hold him in your post-bliss.

He sighs, “I’ve said things that could contaminate results. And your trance is breaking. You really couldn’t help seducing me into saying such foolishness, could you?”

“Harper-”

“Tsk tsk, cows don’t talk.”

You moo sadly.

Again, the pen waves in front of you, “You’re not going to remember anything that happened while Remy was gone with his staff meeting this evening. You’re not going to remember it as a cow, human, or any other animal. You’re not going to remember in a trance, while you’re drugged, or while you’re lucid. You are never going to remember what happened while Remy was gone with his staff meeting this evening.”

So, as a good cow, you forget, and stop remembering any further.

Remy re-enters with a heavy step, “How’s the beast?” Harper looks up from notes he was taking. Your mouth feels strange but you don’t remember why.

“Well-soothed. It yielded twice more.”

“At least one thing is going well tonight.” He walks up to Harper and it’s like you no longer exist.

“I do my best. I would like to work more with the creature. I think it could benefit both of us.”

“Have you had dinner?”

“No. Busy day.”

“Neither have I. I can have the manor staff whip us up something while we discuss it.”

“That sounds wonderful, your hospitality is appreciated.”

Remy pats your head, “And you’ll be having such a good time while we do. Maybe if you produce enough I’ll sneak you some table scraps.”

He quickly whips his head around and lets you go. The door was left open and you see a farmhand with his arms full. “That is not how I told you to do that!” He stomps out the door.

Harper marks down a few last notes and drops his pen on his clipboard. You wake up.

“H-Harper?

He hums. “Yes?”

“I-wh-what’s happening?” You feel the suction cups buzz on your intimate areas but it doesn't both you like it used to.

“Shh, you were so calm. Don’t stress yourself out. Everything’s going to be okay. I’m going to be here to see you at least daily. It will be quality time like the Asylum. The rest of the time you’ll be safe within the fence. Does that sound nice?”

“I-I-uh,” you’re still confused, but happy that the Doctor will be with you, “Yeah. But..."

Harper raises his eyebrow skeptically. "But?"

"It does sound nice. I think I'm just hesitating because I'm being afraid of my desires again. If I'm being honest, it sounds like everything I ever wanted.”

Harper smiles and kisses you on the forehead. “Me too.”

He turns from you and exits the small room, but before he shuts the door he softly says, “Be well.”

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Paddington Bear

Paring: Xavier Thorpe x Hispanic!Reader

Summary: When Xavier accidentally breaks Y/N childhood teddy bear

Warning: spelling errors, hidden Disney references

A/N: a few weeks back, there were a lot of requests to different Xavier writings to sorts a fanfic where Xavier breaks Y/N’s teddy bear but then gives her a new teddy bear that smells like Xavier so I decided to do my own version of it, requests are OPEN

Y/N was getting ready for her date with Xavier when she heard a knock on the door. Y/N opened the door and saw Xavier looking all nice.

“You ready for our date?” Xavier asked

“Yeah, just let me get my jacket, you can wait inside, Yoko is out with Divina.” Y/N said as she went to get a jacket from her closet. Xavier sat on Y/N’s bed and noticed a cute teddy bear wearing a blue coat. Xavier decided to carry the bear.

“Who’s this little guy?” Xavier asked, playing with the bear.

“His name is Paddington.” Y/N said, taking the bear from his hands and putting him back on his spot on the bed.

“You named the bear Paddington?” Xavier asked.

“First of all, I’m hurt. Second, you have never read the Paddington bear books when you were younger? You have never seen the Paddington movies that came out years ago?” Y/N asked.

“I feel like I should say yes…but I haven’t.” Xavier said hesitantly.

“We are so watching those movies next weekend. Come on, let’s go eat.” Y/N said, they both walked out of her dorm and got into an Uber to go eat at a Chinese restaurant, the Paper Lantern.

“So why Paddington?” Xavier asked.

“Dude, Paddington bear is literally the spectacled bear from Peru, making him a cute little Latino bear. Besides, his uncle Pastuzo died in an earthquake, his aunt Lucy sent Paddington to London with a little tags that says ‘please look after this bear’ like what happens when kids are sent to a different place for refuge where they have no family. His aunt went to a retirement home for bears in Lima. My parents read me the books when I was younger because my mom was also sent to the states when she was younger with the tag ‘please look after me’ so my mom related to Paddington. My ‘grandma’ bought my mom the Paddington books and the teddy bear you see in my room. My dad came to the states when he was an adult and he had family that also went to the states.” Y/N explained.

“So the bear has sentimental value?” Xavier asked

“A lot of sentimental value, Paddington represents my mom’s hardships. Anyway, he’s a very special bear. Do you want to get wonton soup? I definitely know I do.” Y/N said.

“Yeah, we can get the soup. I want the Moo goo gai pan.” Xavier said.

“Half chicken with lobster fried rice is good.” Y/N said, they ordered their food, had a good time, and went back to Nevermore. “One of these days, Xavier, you will appreciate Paddington as much as I do. Good night.” Y/N said, kissing his cheek.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.” Xavier said kiss her softly before leaving to go to his dorm.

The next day, Y/N was out shopping with Enid, Yoko, Divina, Wednesday, and Enid’s wolf friends. Xavier entered her dorm room, wanting to leave flowers on her bed as little romantics gesture. The bad thing is that Xavier didn’t know there was a bee in the flowers so he grabbed the closest thing on Y/N’s bed. Xavier thought it was a pillow, and began swatting the bee, hitting the ‘pillow’ against every surface he saw the bee until he finally killed it.

“Yes! I got it, ha! Take that, bee!” Xavier said. But only then he realized what he really grabbed. It was Paddington Bear and sadly, he didn’t resemble a bear anymore. The seams were ripped, the bear’s stuffing was everywhere, Paddington Bear was now scraps of fuzzy fluffy fabric. “Oh shit, oh shit, Y/N’s gonna kill me, this can’t be happening, oh my fucking god!” Xavier was now panicking and decided to call Ajax to come into the room. Ajax entered and saw the crime scene.

“Ooh, Y/N’s gonna kill you!” Ajax said, lowkey laughing at Xavier’s expense.

“Oh no, You’re an accessory now, how the fuck am I supposed to fix this?” Xavier asked.

“Dude, it’s a stuffed bear, I’m sure Y/N would be totally fine with a new one.” Ajax said.

“No she won’t! This Paddington is special, it represents the time her mother came to the states as a child, this bear needs to be saved.” Xavier said, grabbing Ajax’s collar to pull him close, signaling that Xavier is being dead serious.

“Okay, chill, how do you explain… ‘bearicide’?” Ajax asked.

“There was a bee on the flowers I bought Y/N, I thigh the I grabbed her pillow but I grabbed the bear. It was totally unintentional bearicide!” Xavier exclaimed. Ajax and Xavier were too busy arguing to notice that Y/N and Yoko walked into the dorm.

“What the hell happened here?” Y/N asked looking at Xavier and Ajax. It was then Y/N noticed the stuffing on the floor and Paddington’s body in Xavier’s hand. “What the hell did you do?!?” Y/N asked the boys angrily so Xavier and Ajax started giving her explanations at the same time. “Stop it! Xavier, tell me what happened.”

“Okay so I bough you flowers, right? They’re right here, here you go, now, there was a bee in the bouquet, I didn’t realized it, I garbed something off your bed, I thought it was a pillow, i couldn’t really tell because I was busy swatting the bee, finally killed it, and then I realized it was Paddington, I’m really sorry, Y/N, I swear I am.” Xavier said, looking at Y/N carefully. Y/N out the flowers down on her nightstand.

“Thank you for the flowers, you two need to get out, I need some time alone, okay.” Y/N said, going to her bed.

“You heard the woman, get out.” Yoko said, practically shoving Ajax and Xavier out the dorm and closed the door.

“She hates me, doesn’t she?” Xavier asked Ajax.

“I Don’t think she hates you, she needs time, I mean after all, you murdered her bear, I’m gonna go hang with Enid now.” Ajax said as he was about to walk away but Xavier grabbed him by his hood.

“Oh no you don’t, you’re helping me fix this.” Xavier said, dragging Ajax to his dorm. Xavier then went to his laptop to look up the bear. “Okay, so the original Paddington Bear is sold on some website in London, costs about 200 euros. That’s like what, a little bit over 200 bucks.”

“It doesn’t ship internationally.” Ajax said.

“Well the other Paddington bears are brown, it looks completely different.” Xavier said. “Ugh, I don’t know what to do, Y/N probably won’t speak to me for days.”

“You Don’t know that.” Ajax said.

But Xavier was right, Y/N did not speak to him. But after school, Xavier had an idea. He went to Y/N’s dorm again and saw the pieces of Paddington on her table. Xavier out them in a bag and went to a place where they restore toys. He went in a talked to the owner, out all the pieces on Paddington on the table and showed him a photo of the bear before he got ruined.

“Is there any chance you can restore this bear?” Xavier asked the owner.

“I Can restore this vintage Paddington bear, the only problem is that it’s very expensive, looks like the poor bear went through the wood chipper.” The owner said,

“Okay fine, name your price.” Xavier said.

“It will be $185 for a complete restoration.” The owner said.

“Done. I’ll pay with card.” Xavier said,

“Thank you son, the bear should be done by tomorrow.” The owner said. Xavier thanked him and left the store. He was walking around Jericho when he saw bear on display. A cute bear with light brown fur, hazel eyes, a paint stained smock, and an artist’s palette holding a paintbrush. Xavier walked in the toy store.

“Excuse me sir, how much is the bear at the window?” Xavier asked the person working the register.

“Cute bear isn’t it? It’s 45 dollars.” The guy said.

“I’ll take the bear.” Xavier said and paid the man. Walking out, he bought another bouquet of flowers, double checking to see there are no bees, no bees in the bouquet, some of Y/N’s favorite candies, and necklace with his initial. He set the basket up all nice, spraying his cologne on the bear, and knocked in Y/N’s door.

“Hi Xavier. To what do I owe the pleasure?” Y/N asked.

“So I know what I did to Paddington was really bad, BUT I took him to get restored so he’ll be good as new. But for the meantime, here are some apology gifts.” Xavier said, showing Y/N the basket. Y/N took the basket, placed it on her bed, and opened it.

“You got me another bear?” Y/N asked, she held the bear to her face and smiled when she noticed his cologne on the bear. “Oh my gosh, Xavier, it looks so cute, he’s literally a mini you.” Y/N said, hugging Xavier.

“Yeah, i saw him in the display window in Jericho and I thought ‘this would be perfect’ and I bought it. You can name him whatever you want, and I hope you’ll sleep with him until I bring Paddington back.” Xavier said.

“I Don’t sleep with Paddington, but i like the sentiment. Thanks for the candies, the necklace is beautiful. I’m sorry I ignored you today…it’s just I literally told you the story to Paddington and then you pulled that shit. But I’m so glad that you’re restoring him, that must’ve cost a fortune.” Y/N said.

“Kinda, almost 200 bucks, but you’re worth it.” Xavier said, kissing Y/N softly. “Want to go to the Paper Lantern again?”

“I’d love to, I’ll just set Benny down.” Y/N said said, setting down her new bear, Benny.

“Is his name Benny because of my babysitter’s a vampire or because of Ben Barnes?” Xavier asked.

“Is it bad if I say Ben Barnes?” Y/N asked.

“Oh, hilarious, let’s go before I remind you why I’m hotter than Ben Barnes, don’t laugh, just humor me.” Xavier said.

“Okay, okay, you’re hotter than Ben Barnes.” Y/N said,

“Thank you for saying that with a straight face, now let’s go,” Xavier said with his hand on his chest

The End

[spacerockwriting]

It's the end of the year, and I just wanna say that I'm incredibly thankful for finding Shamless and joining the Gallavich fandom. I made some super awesome new friends and joined a fic club which I love so so much!

I started writing again, like, real writing with chapter fics again and not just one shots and I'm so excited to be doing my first ever big bang with a beta and artist and everything.

So glad to have met the Moo Crue, and all my Gallfriends. To read fics and feel involved and cared for in a community and fandom. It makes me so happy to be involved with good people again <3

Some cool peeps who brought me joy this year: @wildxunchartedwaters @champofpallet @callivich @ian-galagher @mybrainismelted @transmickey @skylerwinchester @dynamic-power @stocious @energievie @juliakayyy @deathclassic and everyone else I forgot to tag or can't because tumblr :chompmickey:

Here's to a great year of snails and games and friends and fic!

Plans for the upcoming:

Green Day maybe both? I've got 2 shows i've got tickets for so maybe both.

Travel More. Back to Disney, go places.

Do the things with Micks.

finish the SBB and maybe do more fics.

And yes, use my tablet and do more art things more.

Tats???

Thank you gallafriends for this wonderful 2023 <3

[amplifyme]

MN 1068 - 06

The X-Files. MSR. Season 5. Rated: Teen and up. WC: 1387. Read on AO3.

Tagging @today-in-fic​

He’d said as he dropped a kiss on her brow: “I’m gonna grab a shower. My wallet’s on the coffee table if I’m not out before the food gets here.”

He wasn’t. So she answered the door and paid the kid, tipping him more generously than she knew Mulder would’ve. She gathered forks and paper towels and made it through the doorway into the living room before she lost her grip on his wallet. It fell open at her feet, spilling out the bills she’d haphazardly stuffed back into it. She emptied her hands and squatted to retrieve it.

It was the sharp corner, shoved into the folds of money and poking under her fingernail, that drew her attention. "Ouch!" Without thought she pulled the culprit free and held up a piece of yellow legal pad, a little more than two-thirds the size of a business card, and thickly laminated. She flipped it over and read what was there, scrawled diagonally across the printed lines of the paper in what she recognized was Mulder’s hand.

MN 1068 - 06

She was still frowning at it when he stepped out of the bedroom. He was in his usual post-shower state: almost dry and almost dressed. Loose running shorts, a sleeveless tee, and damp porcupine hair; his normal attire for a night in. He noticed the food first, rubbing his hands together in pleasure.

“Excellent. I’m starving! What’ve you got there, Sc -?” His lips clamped shut when he saw what she held, and his eyes darted to hers.

She experienced the briefest moment of embarrassment. But she hadn’t done anything wrong, not really. Besides, there were far fewer secrets between them these days. And if he trusted her enough with his wallet – which he’d done countless times before – then he also trusted her with whatever it contained.

Scully stood and offered him the stiff scrap of paper. “What’s this?” she chirped.

He had to open his mouth twice before he could get a word out. A tiny alarm chimed quietly in a corner of her brain. “It’s… it’s nothing. A keepsake. Nothing.” He took the preserved scrap of paper and his wallet from her and settled into his corner of the couch. He quickly tucked everything back in and laid it in the center of the coffee table. “Let’s eat.”

He would never be a completely open book. She would never be able to adequately plumb the depths of his unending mysteries. And she kind of liked it that way. But Scully knew avoidance when she saw it. Hunger won out over curiosity, though, and she took the offered food from his hand without saying anything. Soon the living room was scented with Garlic Chicken and Moo Shu pork as they ate in comfortable silence. The tank in the corner gurgled away and Mulder’s thumb pulsed on the remote until he settled on a nature documentary. The volume went up a little. They traded containers for a while and then switched back to their originals.

She waited until the smiling, happy, slightly desperate on-air staff of the local public broadcasting station launched into their spiel for funding before she turned to him.

“You don’t want to tell me?”

He looked over at her, scratching behind his ear with one hand, the other with a fork stuck out like a weapon between his fingers. “I did tell you, it’s nothing.” A smile that verged on bashful crossed his face and then was gone in an instant. “It’s stupid. You’ll laugh at me.”

“Mulder, I do that all the time anyway. Sometimes I think you encourage it. You get off on finding new ways to make me break out in incredulous laughter.”

His head bobbed. “True enough,” he conceded. “You know me well, Scully.”

“Maybe not.”

They traded a long look, and she tried not to seem too nosy. The recent addition of sexual intimacy to their relationship didn’t mean they had to share everything, did it? After all, they were still allowed some privacy.

“It’s gonna make you nuts if I don’t tell you, isn’t it?”

“No, not at all.” She shifted her attention back to the TV. “Okay, yes, it is,” she conceded after a minute, chin lifted proudly in defiance. “But then making me nuts is also something you delight in doing.”

“It’s… stupid,” he repeated after a minute, jamming his fork into the Moo Shu Pork and transferring the contents onto a thin pancake. He folded it closed and shoved most of it in his mouth.

She spent another minute trying to look engrossed in the episode of Masterpiece Theater that’d just started. “It’s fine, Mulder” she said. “You don’t have to tell me.”

He swallowed a bite just in time to bark a laugh and tossed the empty tail end of his pancake into the container of pork. “Of course I do. If I hope to have a moment of peace tonight. Tell me I’m wrong.”

“Well, I could just go home, if that’s the way you feel about it,” she teased.

Not surprisingly, he chose that moment to tackle her and push her flat on the couch. He loomed over her, wearing the shit-eating grin she treasured but would never dare admit to. He levered down enough to give her a long, hoisin flavored kiss and then tucked his nose into the notch of her jaw. “You promise not to laugh?”

There he was, being bashful again. And it was so not like him. Mulder was brash, confident, practically impossible to embarrass. Hesitant occasionally. Even vulnerable sometimes. But he sounded just like a shy twelve-year-old boy. Remember, she admonished herself, that’s who he is, too. Whatever this was, it mattered to him.

She wove her fingers into the short hair at the nape of his neck. “I promise.”

“It was on the card I found in the filing system at the DOD.” He lifted his head and looked at her with soft, mossy eyes. “Your card, and it was printed in red in the upper right corner. MN 1068 - 06. It corresponded with the vial I found in the basement of the Pentagon. The one containing the chip that saved your life.”

“Mulder, we don’t know that for a fact.”

“I do. You believe in your brand of miracle, and I’ll believe in mine.” He cocked his head and offered a lop-sided smile. “All that matters is that we got one.”

She sat up, pushing back to gain a little bit of distance so she wouldn’t be distracted and miss the rest of his story. Mulder hovered close, his hand sweeping up and down her arm, cupping the curve of her jaw before sliding away.

“I jotted it down as soon as I got back to the Gunmen’s. I didn’t want to take the chance I’d forget. That ID number? It saved your life. So I carry it with me. As a reminder.” He scrubbed his face with both hands before turning back to her. “I wanted to keep the vial,” he chuckled under his breath. “I was going to do something with it, I don’t know. But I never got it back and didn’t think to ask until it was too late. Too much going on at the time. So… now you know.”

He gave her a long look from the corner of his eye and then slowly sank back against her, like a felled tree. She squirmed and shifted until she was on her back again, and gathered him in her arms, nuzzled him like the overgrown puppy he sometimes resembled.

He said, a few tranquil moments later, “Thanks for not laughing at me, Scully.”

“You’re welcome.” She dropped a kiss on the crown of his head and told him matter-of-factly, “I love you, Mulder.”

He wriggled against her and unhurriedly began rooting at her breasts with his glorious nose. His warm, humid breath played against nipples grown suddenly hard with a rush of anticipation and desire.

“Prove it,” he murmured, and gently closed his teeth on the peak of her left breast, dampening the fabric of her shirt and the bra beneath.

She shoved him away and took to her feet, holding out a hand in invitation. Then she led him to his bed and gave him all the proof he’d ever need.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Notes:

I want more than anything to write something angsty enough to rip your heart out. But the muse is demanding fluff lately, something she used to avoid at all costs. Despite any protests I might make, she usually gets her way.

Until next time…

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[froppy-butterflyfan2000]

“Coffee! Coffee!” Said the dragon whisperer, Enya. Stella Junior exhaled tiredly. Since she and Enya are going to stays at planet Earth for a long time, they has been going out shopping for themselves and getting to know this city. Especially now that Stella Junior, with help from Bloom, open up a bank account at The Bank in Townsville, transferring her money from Magix to Earth and converting Magix’s monetary system to American Dollars, and getting her first ever Earth credit card. Stella Junior had manage to magically shrunk their shopping bags to pocket-sized, keeping their new clothes in her skirt pocket to prevent her arms getting sore. But she is definitely now exhausted.

“I never try Earth’s coffee before. But I preferred the one at Molly Moo back at Pixie Village,” said Amaya, Pixie of Rainbow and Stella Junior’s pixie companion. Tori, Enya’s pixie companion, slightly nod. Tori and Amaya came for a visit because they miss them. Three people agreed that they want to go inside. Sapphire Diamond, Enya’s chihuahua fairy pet barks, joining in on wanting to go inside. Oh great now it’s 4 against 1. Is Sapphire Diamond even allowed to go inside? She is consider an animal, despite once was a discarded toy. Plus, there could be a policy stating no dogs are allow.

“I don’t thinks Sapphire Diamond is allowed to enter the coffee shop, Enya,” said Stella Junior. “Plus, we.. No, don’t give me the puppy eyes,”

Stella Junior seeing Enya’s eyes widened and have a pleading expression on her face.

“You are not ten years old, you are fourteen.”

Enya put her hands together.

“Please Stella Junior?”

She need to say no. Marianne and her godmother, Bloom can say it easily.

“No, Enya,” said Stella Junior. “I have to pay for you all. I already spent my allowance on our shopping spree. Bloom lectured me about spending our money wisely.”

“Aww, you are no fun. Where is the old Stella Junior?”

That sentence hits Stella Junior hard. It takes her a few seconds for the moonlight fairy, Stella Junior to be defeats. She decides to enter Chillaxation for a coffee break. Enya, Amaya, Tori, and Sapphire Diamond are in a jolly mood. As the five enter inside the coffee shop. Stella Junior picked up the scent of roasted coffee in the air with the hint of hazelnuts, caramel, vanilla, lavender flavour syrup, and chocolate. From the sound of soft jazz music to the biodegradable and solar powered charged lanterns, hanging up on the ceiling, brighten up the place, it is actually quite relaxing. It is no wonders why the Townsville Kids stop by to get snacks and drinks there. There are even a books, stacked in the bookcase at the back of the coffee store. Twinkly would definitely love to read them all. If she joins them. The five join in the line to the counter. Stella Junior notices dog treats and cat treats on the menu. Ok, that is perfect. This place allow dogs and cats to enter. Stella Junior looks at her friends. “Okay, please tell me what do you want? Except for you, Sapphire Diamond, I will decide which dog treats is suitable for you.”

“Bark!” Sapphire Diamond barked. Enya, Amaya, and Tori look up at the menu and the donuts on display.

“Milky coffee and a coconut eclair!” Enya said with a smile.

“I definitely wants their finest rainbow smoothie,” said Amaya.

“An iced coffee please,” said Tori.

Stella Junior nodding at all of their answers. A curly red haired girl with teal/navy blue gradient eyes covered by her teardrop shaped glasses. She is standing by the counter and stares at Stella Junior and her friends. She is wearing a white shirt with a blue collar and blue sleeves. The name tag, Holly Test is on her shirt. Holly is shunned because she see two pixies, she has never seen them in her lifetime. She wonders if they are from Townsville’s supernatural community. And if not, then they must be new here. Holly cleared her throat, and bring back her bright composure after settling in on her new encounter. This is not the time to be looking, she needs to make some sales.

"Hello and welcome to Chillaxation, what can I get for you?" She greeted them with a smile on her face.

“Can I have… A small milky coffee and coconut eclair for Enya, three peanut butter dog donut treats with carob icing for the dog, Sapphire Diamond, one rainbow smoothie for the pixie, Amaya, and an iced coffee for the other pixie, Tori.” Stella Junior ordered. “Make sure Enya, Tori, and Amaya are written on their respective cup. All of the cups have to be small too.”

“One small cup of milky coffee, one coconut eclair, three peanut butter dog donuts with carob icing, one small iced coffee, and a small cup of rainbow smoothie. Anything else?” Holly asked.

“I want both an iced coffee and a rainbow smoothie!” Said Amaya. Stella Junior shushed Amaya, the customers hearing Amaya’s outburst. Stella Junior’s cool composure fractures a bit. Holly Test stares at Stella Junior, then goes back to typing on the keyboard on the POS Terminal, editing the order. “So two small iced coffees then?” Holly asked, ensuring the order is correct. Stella Junior nodded. “Did you want anything for yourself?” Holly asked. Stella Junior shook her head.

Holly nods. "That will be $35.86.”. While Stella Junior takes out her VISA card from her wallet, to tap it into the scanner, Holly turns her head and calls someone to get his order.

A girl with slushy dual colored short hair, black and red and blue eyes is holding a tray of someone else's order. She is wearing the same uniform as Holly except the name tag said, "Mirage Fagry" on her blouse.

“Miss Fagry, this we need two small cups of iced coffee and a small cup of rainbow smoothie for our new… fairy, I MEANS pixie customers, and a small cup of milky coffee for the child named Enya.” Holly instructed, while processing everything she saw. “I will have Mx. Creecher get the dog treats and donut.”

Mirage nod in ennui. Mirage got two cups from the stacks of blank labeled cups and poured refrigerated coffee into Amaya’s cup and Tori’s cup. Then Mirage goes to the ice dispenser machine to dispense some ice to the iced coffees. Mirage stirred the ices in the coffee with a spoon, and then sealed the lid in each cup. Mirage then gets another cup from the stacks of blank labeled cups, but only this time a small size. She dispenses hot coffee into the cup and added hot milk from the milk dispenser. Finally Mirage filed the blank label on each cup with a black sharpie marker, marked their order. Mirage put their orders on the tray. “The rainbow smoothie will be coming soon,” Said Mirage to Stella Junior. She did not care about the presence of the pixies that much than Holly. “So please wait at one of our available tables.”

Stella Junior nod.

“Let’s go sit down,” said Stella Junior. Both pixies, fairies, and fairy pet goes take a seat at the free table to wait for their order. Enya frowned, wondering why they have to wait. It would be so much better if there is magic in this place. Stella Junior pulls out her cellphone to goes through Hologram, one of Earth’s social media network platforms. Mirage goes to the backroom to make the rainbow smoothie. Meanwhile, Beppi, another employee of Chillaxation with multicoloured hair, applied gloves to get one coconut eclair from the stand, and place it into a paper bag. Then get the dog treats in a separate paper bag as well. They put the bags of ordered treats on the tray. Twenty minutes later, Mirage came back with the small rainbow smoothie. As Mirage placed the rainbow smoothie on the tray, she called out their names.

“An order of milky coffee for Enya! An iced coffee for Tori! An iced coffee and rainbow smoothie for Amaya! With dog treats and a donut!”

Stella Junior stopped what she is doing on her phone. She turns off her cellphone, and put her phone away by putting it in her skirt pocket to leave her table. Mirage served Stella Junior the purchased goods.

“Thanks you,” said Stella Junior.

"You are welcome. Enjoy." Mirage replied. Stella Junior take their orders before heading back to sitting with her friends. Enya drank her milky coffee and eating her coconut eclair, while Tori drank her iced coffee, and Amaya drank her rainbow smoothie. “Wow! This is the best smoothie I ever tasted!” Amaya complimented. Stella Junior watched them eat and drink, while opening up the paper bag and giving Sapphire Diamond her peanut butter dog donut treat with carob icing. Stella Junior’s cellphone vibrates. Stella Junior pulls out her cellphone to see an emojix sent by Bloom, Enya’s mother and her godmother, expressing a mini Bloom tapping her foot and looking at the time from her wristwatch she is wearing. Stella Junior frowns, realizing that they took so long to go back to Bloom and Enya’s house. Stella Junior send an emojix of Enya drinking coffee, then send a text message that they will be back soon to ease Bloom’s mind. Stella Junior release another sigh. She wish she can say no, otherwise Bloom won’t have to worry. Then again, she should just tell Bloom that they will be running late and where they are now. Also, seeing them being happy go lucky, it’s probably worth it.

Enya Peters-Eraklyon, Stella Junior Dorana Solaria, Amaya, Tori, and Sapphire Diamond belong to @gloriousdreamunknown

Beppi Creecher, Holly Test, Marianne of Domino (mentioned), and Mirage Fagry belong to @froppy-butterflyfan2000 (me)

The Cappyverse belongs to @ej-cappy-universe

[lalacliffthorne]

please take lots of care <3 im always rooting for you !!! you’ve been a big part of why i keep coming back to tumblr, your work is amazing and you always made me feel so included and i could never thank you enough for that (though i fear i’m too late) . the pressure and the fear is something i still haven’t gotten over to this day, but every time i saw you tag me in something, i felt a spark of hope that i could push all of my doubts away and just start creating and sharing again. even though i’m not completely there yet, i just want you to know that you inspire a lot of people but a lot of us are just too shy to say anything heh. i hope that during your break you’ll find joy in writing for yourself again <3 you bring a light and a vision to this community that’s unlike any other !! and hopefully someday in the future i’ll find joy in writing the most absurd comments on your posts again heheh

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aw moo 😭😭😭😭 ngl this made me tear up when I got it 💓

this means so much to me, you have no idea. I feel you from the bottom of my heart, I know exactly what pressure and fear can do to you, but I believe in you SO MUCH and I am always rooting for YOU and I cannot wait for you to get to that point again!! just know I will break out into the biggest happy dance when it happens!!!

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