Where disgusting lowly cunt animals should made to go. I hope the poor kitty won’t have to use the same litterbox after it’s been defiled by the filthy bitch.
Reaction Junkie almost made me use the kitten’s litterbox this weekend. The only reason I didn’t is that she’s using a little cardboard box, and it isn’t exactly big enough or waterproof enough for a person.
I definitely want someone to make me use a litterbox sometime. To remind me of my place: I’m not a person, just a cunt. Getting to use the toilet is a privilege, not a right.
[Note: This is about the previous happy hour, on Tuesday, August 19 2014]
When we got to the fast food place, Reaction Junkie and Anderson Cooper ordered their food. Before we walked up the stairs to grab a table, Reaction Junkie handed me his bag to carry while he went to the bathroom. When Anderson Cooper came over, I decided to see if he would do something for me and, in an adorable little voice, I told him the bag was too heavy and asked him to carry it. He obviously did. Later on, Reaction Junkie told me he probably liked that. Hee hee hee. We all sat down and talked for a while. They both have appealing politics and I enjoy watching their friendship dynamic.
A little while later, another group of people from happy hour joined us, and we moved to a bigger table. Several of them were women who were, from what I could tell, toppy or top-leaning. I was really digging the energy at the table and the way people were interacting. I’m ridiculously into the idea of having a friend group, where I have lots of friends and they all know each other, as opposed to just having a bunch of friends. It’s about that community feel. It makes me feel like I have a home, a bit like having a chosen family. Maybe not quite that intense, although I also crave that family feeling, so I would welcome having a group of friends/a community develop into a chosen family.
The toppy ladies were talking about underwear and one of them said “Looking cute is important in the dungeon. You look cute and then you hurt people.” Role models! That’s exactly how I want to be when I’m topping/domming. Also, at one point I said something about having to play dumb or being submissive to men, or something. One of the women responded in a sardonic tone, “Oh, yes. Because women are inferior to men and should be submissive to them at all times.” She waited a beat and then continued, “Because the guys at this table definitely believe that.” It’s funny cuz subby boys. Later on, one of the women was talking about CBT and offering to give lessons to the other. I said I would be interested. She gave me her card and said she would definitely teach me some time. Heh heh heh heh.
I really liked these women, but they intimidated me. Not only because they were toppy, but also because they were women. Women are always more intimidating than men. Partially because I care a lot about what women think and find them harder to impress, which makes for a nervous little feminist bitch. Not to mention the fact that men are, well, easy. No offense, guys. Y'all are still superior and all that, but I know what to do with you. Reaction Junkie has promised to help me make some female friends, which I’m super excited about.
Before we left the restaurant, Reaction Junkie asked if I was in a toppy space. I’d been hitting someone pretty hard not too long before, but also I really like subbing for him, so I said I could be. It seemed like he wanted me to, so I resolved to try to keep my headspace. We headed out to take the train, and, as we left, Anderson Cooper called after us, “Have fun, you two!”, making me blush and smile. I like it when someone knows exactly what dirty dirty things I’m about to go get up to.
While we were waiting for the train, he started saying things to me, holding my hair, and generally being dommy. He started referencing the edgeplay I’m not allowed to tell anyone about, and I finally stopped him and ask him if he wanted me to top. I knew that if he kept doing what he was doing, it would render me unable to do so. He said he could go either way, I said that I could top, but then he just…kept doing those things and pushed me into a subby headspace. When we got on the train, we cuddled up and he started whispering terrible things in my ear about hurting me, killing me, raping me. About how nobody would even try to stop him if he just started beating me then and there. I was incredibly turned on and it was all I could do not to moan too loudly.
When we finally made it back to his place, he went into the kitchen while I took off my shoes. He asked me if I wanted water, and I said I did. He called me into the kitchen, telling me to come get it. I sighed to myself and thought, “He’s doing a thing.” When I walked into the kitchen, I found that I had been absolutely correct. He had a bowl filled with water and told me I was going to drink my water out of it, on the floor, no hands. Like an animal. That is my place, after all. I whined for a while, but I was always going to do it. It was new for me, and I tend to whine before doing new things, but when someone, especially someone with that level of control over me, tells me to do a thing, I do a thing.
He told me to drink it like a kitty, by lapping it up. I was thirsty and being a bit pert, so I asked if I could do it like a horse instead, since horses gulp. He agreed, although he did make me drink some of it “like a kitty” because he wanted to see it. When I’d drank most, but not all, of the water, I stopped. “Are you done?” he asked. I didn’t want more and I didn’t want to keep drinking off the floor, so I said, “Yes.” He repeated the question,“Are you done?” I whined that I couldn’t tell what question he was asking, if I was finished and didn’t want more, or if I had drank all of it. His tone changed when he asked the next time.“Are. You. Done?” I took a risk and said, “Yes.”
He picked up the bowl and grabbed a towel. “You know how we can check if you’re done?” he asked. I cringed, knowing I’d answered wrong. He dumped the rest of the water on my head, and I whimpered. Next time I’ll actually finish my water.
Now that I’d been properly put in my place, we went into his room. I stripped and went to the bathroom. He told me that when I was done pissing, I should spread my legs. I did as instructed, and he came in and pissed into the bowl through my legs. Some got on me, of course, and when he was done, he told me, in a disgusted tone, to clean myself off. I sighed, washed off, and brushed my teeth.
When I went back into the bedroom, he was already in bed. He motioned for me to kneel next to him and I complied. “I’ve reconsidered you letting me sleep in my bed. You can sleep at the foot of the bed.” he told me, noting that I was gross from being on the train and being pissed on. I felt a bit sad and let out a little noise. “Can you say there all night? he asked. I told him I didn’t know, and he seemed to pick up on the fact that not being allowed to cuddle up and sleep with him would have made me bad, and not in a good way, because he told me we could do it another time, he wanted a big spoon.
We cuddled up. I was super exhausted from all the fun I’ve been having, especially with him. He reached back and started playing with my cunt. I fell asleep with him touching me.
I like this kid. I slip into subspace ridiculously easily with him, and I love the rush of being afraid that I get when he tops me. It’s also fun to get to explore my dom side, even if I cede control to him at the slightest hint he’ll take it. Besides the kink stuff, he’s a genuinely interesting person and I really enjoy both having conversations with him and just listening to him talk. I’m excited to spend more time with him.
It was such a perfect day, not too warm but no longer as chilly as it had been the past few weeks. Niner lay happily sprawled out on the lawn, soaking up the warm spring sun. The door leading to the backyard opened and the greatest master and owner in the whole world came out of the house. It made the pet grin and scramble up out of the soft grass and crawl over happily.
“Hi Master!” Niner said warmly, pure admiration soaking the two simple words.
“Hey K-9, wanna go to the store with me?” Hayes asked, only now glancing up from his phone.
An eager nod quickly followed from the boy, he loved going on trips no matter how long or short. Soon enough Hayes had gotten the harness on him and they were walking to the car. He tugged eagerly on the lead, nearly dragging his owner to the car.
“Alright, alright. Relax!” Hayes snapped and yanked sharply on the harness, knocking Niner off balance and scraping up his hands and knees.
“I'm…I’m sorry, Master.” Niner said miserably, his heart hurt.
“Whatever, get in the car.” A scowl on Hayes’ face as he opened the car door.
Niner climbed in, curling up on the floor of the backseat, taking up as little room as he could in an attempt to make Hayes happy with him again.
The ride was bumpy, making the pet happy he couldn’t see out the window, it would’ve made him sick and that would’ve made his owner even more upset with him.
The car came to a stop and Hayes got out, the automatic locks engaged. Niner began to paw at the door, sitting up on his knees and watching his beloved owner walk into the store without him. A sad whine escaped his throat, he wanted to go with him.
Minutes passed, it started to get warmer in the car which made the pet start to sweat. Time seemed to drag on and he wasn’t sure if he was imagining it or if the car seemed to warm up even more. He wanted to be good still, be perfect for the most perfect person in the world. Even though his brain was simple, he was beginning to struggle to think the most basic thoughts.
“Master?” He asked to the nothingness of the car interior.
“Yes I’m being good, just like you told me to be.” Niner said warmly, despite being alone.
He looked up at the window, sweat now pouring down his face and arms, it made him giggle. It was like a nice swim in the pool, the water cool against his skin and the warm sun overhead kept him comfortable and cozy.
The car door opened and cool air rushed in, hands grabbing his body and moving him. He laughed and couldn’t understand the silly words the blurry faces around him said.
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“What the fuck in wrong with you?! You left your pet in the car on the hottest day of the year so far??!” The woman who’d dragged Niner from the car snapped at Hayes.
“I didn’t think it was that hot. It’s only spring,” Hayes said, clearly annoyed.
“Yeah and you could’ve killed him!” She yelled as Niner sang complete nonsense that no longer even sounded like words.
“Ugh relax, he’ll be fine.” The man snapped back.
The woman rolled her eyes and doused Niner’s body and face with cool water to bring his temperature down to something more reasonable. She really didn’t want to send the poor pet with this awful man.
@giggly-evil-puppy and Anons, I got all of these in response to this blurb, so Imma smoosh them together and give y’all some comfort. :3 Tysm for writing in!!!
CW’s: Gore, burns, i’m serious these burns are deep and graphic, vomit/emeto, caretaking, fucky headspace, trauma response/relapse, disassociation, dehumanization, begging, fear.
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It’s been more than thirty minutes. The creature has no way to tell that, of course; just like the name Ashmeans nothing, now. The vampire has no thoughts and no purpose; at least, not beyond being consumed. There is only the sun, and waves of agony that crash unrelenting against a fragile shore.
Air comes in a weak, wheezing rattle. Exhales come either as a ragged, throaty howl or a sob. Occasionally, there’s the sound of weeping, and more rarely, of pleading; it’s broken and raspy, only partially coherent. It always ends the same way, in a high, keening whimper, like a sound from a dying animal.
The air stinks like cooking meat, and the skeletal figure curls into the fetal position and shudders as it’s burned alive.
Flies buzz overhead, drawn by the stench of charred flesh and death. The skin is barely clinging to the creature’s ribs; it has curled in on itself, desperately shielding its face and head. But the sun is relentless, and it sloughs flesh off the vampire’s bones in smoking, stringy clumps. It’s healthier, now, fuller- only more to burn.
The desiccated heap of bones and flesh jolts at the command. Go inside.
Inside?
For the longest time, the word means nothing. There is no obedience left in the creature; any thoughts it might have had slip away, formless. It judders through another convulsion as another layer of flesh gets singed away, and the vampire arches and looses another pitchy, grating cry.
Go inside.
There isn’t enough muscle left clinging to the vampire’s skeleton to go anywhere. It reaches out a shaking hand, and sees with blurred vision that the skin of its hand is gone. Instead the sinew and nerves are exposed, and the creature screams again in horror and terror as the wicked heat licks away at that, too.
It deserves to burn. If nothing else, even if no other thought exists, that the creature knows. This is its righteous judgment, the flames of hell scorching away its filth. It howls its anguish, and it twitches and shakes in the dirt, and it burns.
In the end, instead of clawing its way inside by the bloody tips of its fingers, it is found.
“Ash? Where are you?”
It’s only the vampire’s supernatural senses that allow it to hear the words. The voice is familiar, and it the low timbre of it brings a formless, desperate rush of hope.
On my way to work and god decided to bless me with his microaggression presented by an Asian woman and white man. Honestly how disrespectful can nonblack people get like y'all audacious and disgusting as fuck
I know it feels shitty but it’s not bad really. Black animals are routinely singled out for their coats and abused/killed. Sadly, even dark animals are the targets of fear and aggression. It sucks but we’ve gotta say that black cats matter and are not to be used as punching bags… just like black humans
IM FUCKING SCREAMING I DONT EVEN HAVE THE ENERGY TO REFUTE THIS LIKE NIGGA YOU JUST A FUCKING IDIOT
when we tell y'all that y'all think animal lives are comparable with our lives
The hashtag for black cats is #luckyblackcats
The hashtag for black people is #blacklivesmatter
YOU CAN CARE ABOUT BOTH THESE THINGS WITHOUT PITTING THEM AGAINST EACH OTHER AND/OR DEHUMANIZING BLACK PEOPLE
Or maybe the person didn’t know that? Not everyone is Tumblr’s level of #Woke. It’s not dehumanizing anyone or anything.
Sad fact: black cats are targeted and killed the most on Halloween because of people’s fear of the rumor that they are “bad luck.” If you know anyone who has a black cat (or dark cat) or if you have a dark/black cat, make sure you keep them inside on Halloween.
sad fact: black people are targeted and killed every 28 hours because of peoples fear of the rumor that we are “bad luck.” If you k now anyone who is a black person (or dark person) or if you are a dark/black person, make sure you stay inside everyday but hold up Korryn Gaines was killed inside of her home, so was Fred Hampton….and Aiyana Stanley….and countless others.
So yeah can yall not
Y'all don’t need to be anywhere near black folks, Like no where near, with all this “yeah but” attitude. how do yall not see how direspectful and offensive it it’s to take a hashtag about our livelihoods and make it about an animal…..I would call yall dumbasses but that’s already been stated. The lack of discernment and empathy that exists in your heads is not astounding bc I’m not surprised but it’s really disappointing.
Whumpee manages to use a fork and feed themself off a plate for the first time since their rescue. They only manage to take a few bites before they get too anxious to keep eating like the person that their caretaker insists they are.
CW: Child whumpee (this is the last time, promise), child abuse, it as a pronoun, dehumanization
“This is my son, Nicholas.” Master Wilson introduced Shea to a boy a couple of years older than him. “He’s ten. Nicholas, this is Shea. He’ll be joining us at the house.”
“Whatis he?” Nicholas asked.
Master Wilson laughed. “He’s part of the Winged. I’ve told you stories about them before, haven’t I? Anyway, they’re sort of almost people. They’re like exotic pets.”
“Does he talk..?”
“Yes he does, but he’s only six years old, so don’t expect too much.”
“Why are you sad?” Nicholas asked.
Shea realized he had been crying and blinked the tears out of his eyes. “O-oh… My…” He hesitated, then burst into tears. “I wanna go home!” He sobbed, crumpling to the ground. “I-I-I miss my mom— and my fr-friends— and I want A-Aubrey back!”
“Get up.”
Shea barely heard the command.
“I told you to get up.” Master Wilson pulled Shea back to his feet by his arm.“The sooner you put that behind you, the sooner you can start to readjust. Rule number one, I don’t ever want to hear about where you came from again. That includes Aubrey. Understood?”
“But—”
“Ever.”
Shea looked up at Master Wilson with tear-filled eyes.
“Stop crying. Dry your eyes. You’re fine.”
“I—”
“Rule number two, don’t talk back.”
Shea closed his mouth, trembling.
“You will answer to the best of your abilities when I or my son speak to you. Otherwise, you are to remain silent. Your purpose is one of beauty.” Master Wilson ran a hand over Shea’s left wing, making the boy shiver. “You are to be seen only, not heard. Do I make myself clear?”
“But—”
Master Wilson slapped Shea across the face. It stung— although not as much as when Thorne had hit him.
“Seen. Not heard. No talking back. No buts.” Master Wilson repeated.
CW: Child whumpee, fever, character death, dehumanization
Shea and Aubrey didn’t get a chance to escape before their captors stopped the car and hauled them out of the cage. Aubrey couldn’t stand, but the people knew she was conscious now. They carried her, grumbling the whole time. Shea walked with Jade, who held his hand as they walked up to a huge house with an oak door.
Thorne knocked on the door.
After a long moment, the door opened to reveal a tall man who looked about the same age as Shea’s mom. Maybe in his early thirties?
“Back so soon? And with two, nonetheless. But what’s wrong with this one?” The man approached Aubrey and Shea shrunk away when he got close.
Thorne shrugged. “Dunno. Maybe she tried to fly away and fell. Figured you might want her anyway. If not, we can deal with her.”
The man was quiet for a moment. “No. I’ll take her. Both of them have full sets of wings?”
“Yep.”
“Bring them in and I’ll get you your money.” The man led the way back into the house. “You can put the girl in there. Bring the boy.”
Jade and Shea followed the man into a sitting room. It was bigger than any sitting room in the community had been. He looked around with wide eyes.
“I trust that you were able to keep Thorne in check?” The man asked Jade.
“For the most part.” They shrugged. “The kid had a bit of… an experience. But he’s not hurt, as you can see.”
“Good. Come here, boy.” The man sat in a large chair and motioned for Shea to come over.
Jade gave Shea a small push forward and Shea reluctantly went over to the man.
“Do you have a name?”
Shea nodded and tried to say his name, but it came out as a squeak.
The man laughed. “It’s okay. You don’t need to be scared of me as long as you know how to be respectful. What’s your name?”
“Sh-Shea…”
“Shea.” The man repeated. “Nice to meet you. And what’s that girl’s name. Do you know?”
Shea nodded again. “H-her name’s Aubrey. She’s my cousin.”
“How old are you and your cousin?”
Shea looked back at Jade, nervous.
“They’re six and twenty.” Jade said. “Shea was separated from his mother. Her wings were burned.”
The man nodded. “Thank you, Jade. You can rejoin your group. I’ll be outside in a moment.”
Jade left the room and, for a moment, Shea thought about following them.
“Shea,” The man said, calling the boy’s attention back. “You can call me Master Wilson. I have a son who you’ll meet shortly, but it’ll have to wait until I can settle things with Jade and their friends, alright? For now, why don’t you join your cousin and keep her company, okay?” Master Wilson led Shea to the room where Aubrey was and let him in.
“Shea?” Aubrey sat up a little from where she lay on a bed when the door closed. “Did they hurt you? Are you okay?”
“I’m okay. Master Wilson is really nice.”
“Who?”
“The man who answered the door.”
Aubrey looked angry suddenly.
“A-Aubrey..? What’s wrong?”
Aubrey looked conflicted for a moment, then her expression relaxed. “It’s nothing, Shea… Don’t worry about it. I… I’m sorry I couldn’t help you escape… Do you think you’ll be okay here..? At least for a little while until I… Until I can figure out a way to get us both out?”
Shea nodded.
The door to the little room opened once again as Master Wilson entered. “Hello, Aubrey.”
Aubrey glared at Shea, making him flinch. “You told him my name?”
“He asked!” Shea said, getting defensive.
Aubrey closed her eyes. “S-sorry. I’m not mad at you, Shea.”
“Well aren’t you motherly? It’s nice to meet you, Aubrey. You may call me Master Wilson.”
Aubrey glared past Shea. “If you want me to call you ‘Master Wilson’, you can call me Queen Anwyn.” She threw the blankets off. “You’re not my master and I’m not some pet for you to own.”
“I’m afraid that’s where you’re wrong. That savage behavior is a perfect indicator of exactly what your kind is like. You’re nothing more than an overly intelligent parrot.”
“And you’re just an overly fat snake.” Aubrey spat, standing up. As Aubrey stood, her face paled.
“Aubrey? Are you okay?”
“I-I’m cold…” Was all Aubrey said before she collapsed.
Master Wilson managed to catch her before she hit the floor. “She’s burning up.” He set her back in bed.
Aubrey’s eyes fluttered open and she tried to push him away. “D-don’t touch me…” She slurred.
“You have a high fever. Now is not the time for arrogant pride. I’ll fetch a doctor. Shea, stay with her and don’t let her get up.” Master Wilson left the room and there was a soft click as he locked Shea and Aubrey into the room.
“He’s getting a doctor? Are you sick?” Shea jumped up and sat on the edge of the bed.
Aubrey closed her eyes. “I-I’m fine… I’ll be fine…”
“You don’t soundfine.”
Aubrey didn’t answer.
“Aubrey..?”
No answer.
“Aubrey..?”
Again, no answer. She was asleep.
A long time passed as they sat in that room, waiting. Aubrey only woke up a couple of times. Every time, she seemed less and less awake. Finally, she fell asleep and wouldn’t wake up again, no matter how many times Shea called her name. No matter how much he cried or shook her. He was scared. She looked pale. Even more pale than she had before.
Eventually, the door opened again and Master Wilson came in with another person.
The examination didn’t take long. Aubrey was dead. No one cared to explain what happened to Shea. All he was told was that she wasn’t coming back.
i’d love to be talked to like a little pup or kitty. tell me “atta girl” when i do something good for you, when i accomplish something. pet my head when i sit still while you collar me. go “aww” when you see me sitting pretty, giving you my eyes, whenever i do all da cute things. snap at me when i run from your advances, grab me by my leash and pick me up while i giggle and drool. pet me better when you make me whimper and squirm! it makes me feel so warm and loved, u just want da best for me.
The terms Alpha and Female don’t go together. Even in the animal world the females know their place (except for Hyenas)…
Manslation: Human women who don’t “know their place” are HYENAS should conduct themselves like I think all the other animals do because I decided their place is below me. I have based my entire worldview on my interpretation of the hierarchy of creatures in Disney’s The Lion King. People keep telling me “that’s not how it works, that’s not how any of this works” but I get all my info from CompleteBullshit dot biz so pretty sure I know what I’m talking about.
I had so much trouble writing this. It turns out that writing stuff that comes too close to militaristic settings and actions makes my skin crawl! So there was a lot of revising to get this to where it sounded more like a scene from Mad Max than one from the news channel.
So. Have a dystopia with a totalitarian government and a rebel group trying to take them down.
CW for implied minor character death, off-screen violence.
“Is everyone in position?” Leader’s voice crackles over the comms.
“Ready,” said Sniper.
“Bring it on,” said Bomber.
“In position,” Youngest replied.
“All right,” Leader said. “Let’s do this.”
The Weapon had just been deployed against a city, leaving little more than burned-out husks of buildings behind. The people there had just wanted clean drinking water after Government had contaminated theirs. They were protesting peacefully. But Government couldn’t let that stand, couldn’t let that challenge to their authority go unchallenged. So they sent in The Weapon.
The rebellion hadn’t gotten the information in time to stop The Weapon on its way in, but the team was able to do something now that The Weapon was leaving.
The Weapon was being transported in a convoy of armored vehicles. It was the middle car, the most protected position. You would have to be an idiot to try to attack it.
The team was just that kind of idiot. They made a plan that was just crazy enough that it might work.
The convoy pulled up past their position, and they put the plan in action.
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Somehow, the plan worked. The other cars got scared off, leaving only the one with The Weapon. By the time the rest of the team arrived, Leader had already dealt with the driver and guard. They all walked to the rear of the vehicle where the cargo compartment opened.
“I still say it’s a bomb,” Bomber said.
“Of course you do,” Youngest muttered.
“Areusablebomb?” Sniper asked skeptically.
“So a bomb delivery method, then!” Bomber said. “My point still stands.”
“Well, we’ll know for sure once we get this open. Then we can destroy The Weapon for good,” Leader said.
Youngest got out their lockpicks and worked at the lock on the cargo area. After a few moments, it clicked open.
“Okay,” Leader said, pushing the doors open. “Let’s see just what this weapon is.”
The inside of the compartment was dark, and it took the team members a few moments to make sense of what they were seeing.
There was something in restraints in the middle of the compartment. But it wasn’t a machine. It wasn’t anything they would have thought of as a weapon.
“Is that…” Bomber said, leaning closer.
“What the fuck,” said Sniper, quietly but with feeling.
“That’s,” Youngest started, but broke off.
What was there to say? They all could see what was right in front of them.
Restrained in the cargo compartment was not a piece of machinery, but rather a body. The head, covered in a blindfold, turned towards the sound of their voices.
“The Weapon… is a person?”
Ok, I went back to read the first chapter and it’s official, I love it. Everyone go read this series now!!! (mind the tags tho, as most whump it might not be for everyone lol)
