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🌈 Dr. Hegemony 🏳️‍🌈⚧☭ The feral furry lesbian
@drhegemony.bsky.social
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32, Lesbian, Scottish/Pākehā Trans Woman living in Aotearoa. She/Her. Feminist, Communist, Plays MTG, Furry. 🔞 HRT 27/03/20|E 02/10/20.
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It's still Wednesday so lets have a little #WIPWednesday and here's the start of the a future chapter of my #feral #Pokephilia polycule story

Hadewych (a non-trainer woman) thinks about the fact that she hasn't really considered the genitals of her future lover Taika (An alolan Ninetales)
text which reads: Hadewych had never really given any thought to Taika's genitals, even back at her mother's house when she had masturbated to that time she had discovered evidence of Taika masturbating in her former room, she hadn't really thought about the fact that Taika had a vulva, or nipples, or that she would one day want to touch them. Sure she had seen Taika's 'business', as it were, the Ninetales walked around with no clothes on as all Pokémon did, but it had occupied her mind no more than any other time she saw the 'business' of any other Pokémon. It was simply just a thing that happened and which she didn't dwell on. People sometimes got an eye full of the gentiles of a Pokémon, it happened, it was normal, but you carried on not caring or maybe complaining only if whichever Pokémon kept doing it to you. Because people who cared about Pokémon genitalia were pokephiles, and she was no pokephile. But, of course, that was no longer strictly true. Hadewych had now kissed Taika, how now made out with Taika, had held her and told the Ninetales that she loved her, that she had always had feelings for her despite the way she had shown it. And Taika had reciprocated, she had kissed Hadewych back, had made out with her and their bodies moved and shifted naturally against each other, craving the touch to accommodate long held but suppressed feelings. They had even talked to Rikhard about it all, explaining about what had happened that day on the couch, what Hadewych had realised while at her mothers and what Taika had discovered about herself in the months since the rift between her and Hadewych had began to heal, as well as they're want to now make Hadewych and Taika's relationship part of agreement, part of the throuple, which of course Rikhard had said yes too. And yet, even considering all that Hadewych had never given thought to what sex between them would looked like, what the coming together of their bodies would entail. Because despite being bi,
December 10, 2025 at 10:52 AM
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It's Wednesday so lets have a little #WIPWednesday and we continue from last week.

This my #KungfuPanda fic featuring primary Tigress at a party being thrown in a Brothel for her and furious five (before Po became the dragon warrior) as a thanks for saving the Brothel.
Text which reads: She had wanted to say no, that the furious five never needed payment of any kind for their services, but then it had started snowing (not uncommon in the mountains) and the madam of the establishment had offered rest and relaxation for her team, as well as hot meals, soft beds and if desired pleasurable company. And with every offer Tigress' team had become ever more enchanted with staying, "If only for the night Tigress" Tigress remembered Viper asking with pleading eyes, something that Tigress had never been that good at resisting the charms of. So Tigress had given into the desires of her team, and agreed that they could stay of one night at the brothel. Though she had made it clear in no uncertain terms that none of them as member of the Furious Five would partake in the pleasurable company offered. After all warm food, soft beds and bathing was one thing to be offered but sex was out of the question. Not only for how it would surely be talked about if the knowledge that the Furious five had accepted sexual favours as a reward for saving innocents was ever to spread outside the brothel (A likely thing considering how much Tigress had heard about the loose tongues of prostitutes and their flowing gossip lines) but also because of just how much shame it would bring to Jade palace should a bastard child of Monkey, Crane or Mantis show up on their steps one day or even more embarrassingly, if either her or Viper were made pregnant (even though Tigress knew that was highly unlikely for either of them). So here she stood, agitated and annoyed as her team partied with the prostitutes of this road-side brothel. Honestly she wanted to just walk up and find the room the madam had promised, lie down and sleep, and thus miss being forced to exist in a space full of cheer that she did not feel, but she'd already had to remand Monkey three times for trying to sneak off with one prostitute or another and she didn't think he'd not try again.
December 3, 2025 at 10:51 AM
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It's Wednesday out there somewhere so lets have a little #WIPWednesday and let's have something new.

This is a new #KungfuPanda fic featuring primary Tigress at a party being thrown in a Brothel for her and furious five (before Po became the dragon warrior) as a thanks for saving the Brothel.
Text which reads: Tigress was agitated. Which to be fair wasn't unusual, Tigress was usually agitated in someway, a failing of hers that she wasn't the best at overcoming even this many years into her training. But Tigress would certainly argue that her reason for being agitated currently was entirely reasonable. After all who wouldn't be if there were in her skin? Seven days away from the Jade Palace and not even on the road yet, and all because they had made the unfortunate decision to rescue a road-side brothel from some bandits. Sure, Tigress was happy to help fend off the bandits, that was their job as masters of Kung Fu and as the Furious Five, to save the helpless and weak from those who would seek to hurt them. And the fact that the animals who she had helped save were prostitutes was of no concern to her, she had long ago pledged to help those in need, no matter their occupation or past. All that mattered was if they were not causing harm to others and were being threatened by others who wished to cause harm. Tigress would have take on even the Emperor's armies if they were trying to cause harm to an innocent, no matter who or what the innocent may have done, so long as they were not doing it now. That was the way of things. So it was not that she had helped some random brothel fight back a few bandits that was the cause of her agitation, nor was it really that they were so far away from the Jade Palace. Really it was the decision of the brothel owner to reward the furious five with a celebration that was the true cause of her agitation, because it meant now she was stuck seven days away from the Jade Palace, not moving as her team was pampered with a party the likes of which Tigress already knew she hated before being involved.
November 26, 2025 at 12:43 PM
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Because it's still #WIPWednesday somewhere here's another taste of my recent #Octavia and #Loona sexting fic that I've been working on (Aged up and in an AU where Stolas and Blitz never met each after that one day as kids).

Octavia is writing a story for Loona. Context: Loona is drunk in this fic.
Text: You then jump into the shower and let the warm water wake you up slightly while also soothing your muscles from dancing, before starting the cleaning process, cleaning your fur from the mess it's become during the night. But as you start really getting the dirt out from your fur, you feel something in your core, something you would never imagine to happen as you clean a club's muck off you. Arousal, hot and pulsing between your legs as you stand there in your warm shower. You turn off the shower quickly and drip warm water into the bath below you for a few moments before reaching down with your fingers, only to find the truth of what you feel in your core responding to the touch of you with excitement, clit pulsating and wetness smearing along your fingers as you touch yourself gently, a soft moan letting itself escape from your mouth before you can stop it. As you continue to touch yourself gently, knees buckling at just how good it feels, you try and think about how you're so horny. Especially where you are and what you're doing, before a memory from earlier in the night makes itself known in your still slightly intoxicated mind, the club saying at the opening of the night and on the tickets that they promised each patron 'A touch of lust's finest offerings', which you thought at the time meant the dancing demons in the cages and the drinks not being watered down. :Taxidermy_stars But now that you think about it, it probably meant that pink glittery stuff that had been sprayed on all the demons dancing, which had made you feel just a little bit horny at the time, and had made many of the other demons around you really horny (which you had just taken as how Lust was usually like), and which considering your hellhound immunity would of taken a bit longer to effect you. You let out a sigh and grumble of "Fucking bullshit Lust", which quickly falters into a moan as your fingers continue their ministrations without your conscious thought. :Taxidermy_stars
November 19, 2025 at 11:39 AM
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#WIPWednesday Because it's still Wednesday somewhere, let's have a touch more aged up Gummi Bears fic, but this time an honest to fucking god smut fic featuring Calla and Sunni.

Specifically the part before the smut starts, where basically Calla realises that she thinks Sunni is hot.
Text which reads: As Calla recovered from her own surprise entrance within the river's secluded pond, smock absolutely soaked from her knees to near her head, she heard another loud splash as Sunni made her own entrance into the pond beside her. But as she turned to talk to her friend, and Calla's eyes fell onto Sunni the princess felt her breath catch within her throat. Because there rising out of the waters of the pond was one of the most beautiful women Calla had ever seen, her hair wet and yet almost seeming styled to be alluring, while the green tunic that she wore everyday was bunching up around her mid-section and blooming like a flower in the water, as its form slipped from her shoulders and caught on the width of her arms, allowing most of her bust to appear, showing off the substantive cleavage of the Gummi bear. And as Calla stared at the sight beside her she almost couldn't believe it was really her best friend, Sunni, looking like one of the sexiest women that Calla had ever seen. Seemingly without even trying as got herself under control in the water and turned to blush at at Calla's staring, red peaking out from under the fur of her cheeks as she smiled at her best friend. "W-what's you staring at Calla?" Sunni stuttered out, the cold water of the pond adding just the slightest stutter to her speech. Calla averted her eyes from Sunni as the bear continued to look at her for an answer, suddenly very interested in the water they had just landed into, "Oh it's nothing, nothing. Expect that you pushed me!" Calla suddenly yelled out as she lunged at Sunni, which proved unfruitful as her arms grasped empty water, Sunni's laugh teasing her with the fact that her prey had escaped.
November 12, 2025 at 3:10 PM
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#WIPWednesday Because it's still Wednesday for most of the world, let's have a little more from my aged up Gummi Bears accidental voyeurism fic featuring Calla and Sunni. Calla calming down from an orgasm and Sunni kinda complaining about it.
Text which reads: As Calla calmed down from her last orgasm in the bed above, Sunni felt her shoulders relax just slightly from their tensed posture, thinking to herself 'No one needs more than two orgasms from masturbating, I should be good to either let her fall asleep or go somewhere else and then I'm out of here' as she re-re-prepared for the moment she could escape from the far too now-dark space under Calla's bed and get back to the glen. But she could still hear Calla above, breathing heavily, clearly still coming down from an intense orgasm and not moving fast enough for Sunni's taste. Honestly Sunni felt she could forgive Calla for all of this, could easily get over everything she'd be slightly forced to hear and observe if her friend could just more quickly calm down and do something besides lying on her bed, awake and aware. But some misfortune of the cosmos Calla kept talking from above Sunni. "Oh god that felt amazing — Sunni you tasted so good." Sunni felt herself rolling her eyes at Calla's proclamation, as her thoughts started to rage at the best friend who was unconsciously keeping Sunni trapped in her room, 'You didn't taste anything Calla! And what experience do you have tasting other women? The Calla I knew certainly hadn't done anything like that, because she would have told me about it. What have you been doing while I'm away besides apparently developing this intense attraction to me? This can't possibly be what you normal do in a day.' Before a more sulky part of Sunni's thoughts brought themselves to the forefront of Sunni's mind 'You didn't even write, I know that we couldn't get mail from Dunwyn but like there was the Gummi-scope or you could of handed something to Sir Thornberry, he was there, but I got absolutely nothing from you for three years and...' Sunni's thoughts are interrupted as Calla suddenly starts to talk again, seemingly to herself.
November 5, 2025 at 1:52 PM
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#WIPWednesday Here's more of my recent #Octavia and #Loona sexting fic that I've been working on (Aged up and in an AU where Stolas and Blitz never met each after that one day as kids).

It's fun and continues to be fun. Octavia is writing a story for Loona. Context: Loona is drunk in this fic.
Text that reads like a on a messenger app: Okay here we go :Taxidermy_stars You've just come back for the hottest club in Lust, two friends with you, a short but busty imp woman by the name of Trixxie and a tall and petite succubus woman by the name of Lucille, you're not the closest with them but after dancing the night away and a couple of drinks of hard Gluttony whiskey they're your best friends in all the seven rings, especially as they're helping to lead you back to your apartment. Which is difficult because while you drunk a few hard shoots of Gluttony Whiskey, they've gone deep on a few Gluttony Beers and thus aren't the most steady on their feet. So it's more all three of you trying to find your apartment, as you're all leaning on one another, tight dance clothes exposing more and more of your and your friends skin to both Hell and all three of you. :Taxidermy_stars Oh I should ask, are you into trans girls? :Taxidermy_stars moonlight_howling_666: fuk yeah -trane- -train- tr4ans -wrngs- rghts! Great — And after about an hour of stumbling around various places in Pride, you come to your apartment, and not a moment too soon as Trixxie and Lucille are starting to fall asleep in the hallway, so you bring them inside so they can sleep off the partying and drag them to your couch. And despite the fact that it shouldn't have the space needed, it somehow is able to fit both of your friends as they gently snore. Though unlike them, you're still awake enough to know that you'll need a shower, so you leave both of them asleep on the couch and head towards your bedroom to strip out of your clothes. Which you do before selecting something to sleep in, and quickly and quietly moving naked from your bedroom to your bathroom, guests sleeping soundly, before starting the shower and preparing to wash off all the gunk and messiness of dancing in the hottest club in Lust out of your fur.
October 29, 2025 at 12:01 PM
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#WIPWednesday Here's a part of a recent #Octavia and #Loona writing that turns into sexting fic that I've been working on (Aged up and in an AU where Stolas and Blitz never met each after that one day as kids).

It's honestly been really fun. Context that Loona is drunk in this fic.
Text which reads: Octavia's mouth is dry, her heart pounding at the messages now coming from moonlight_howling_666, because this is so much more than she thought would happen, but it's happening right now. Yeah, I mean the panties look cool and :Taxidermy_stars Like I liked what you showed me :Taxidermy_stars moonlight_howling_666: Oh you an't saw nthing yet moonlight_howling_666: 8405980485.png Octavia doesn't even hesitate a moment to open the picture, and what greets her nearly stops her heart. The white furred thighs from the last picture greeting her once again but from a slightly different angle, still over lit, though now without the light grey panties (barely) obscuring the canine vulva of her chat partner from her gaze, two similarly furred fingers spreading the thick wet black lips of that vulva so Octavia is able to see moonlight_howling_666's glistening rose pink insides, along with a pinkish black nub of what Octavia assumes is a clitoris. Her previously dry mouth feels like it has been baking in the pentagram for two weeks with how parched it is, but she doesn't give a damn, because all that is going through her head is that she is seeing someone else's (that she actually knows) pussy for the very first time, and it's turning her on more than she thought possible. moonlight_howling_666: y0u lke thta ms writer moonlight_howling_666: my cunt al wet and hot for your writing
October 22, 2025 at 11:26 AM
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#WIPWednesday Again posting for the still Wednesday crowd from Thursday. Here's some more of the accidental voyeurism Gummi Bears fic betten aged up Calla and Sunni.

In which Sunni really doesn't like Calla's idea of a pet name. Also the sound of masturbation.
Text which reads: Sunni shook her head at the question inside her head, it wasn't time to to have thoughts like that, especially as she still hadn't found an opening for her to sneak out yet. Calla continued to talk from above her, voice starting to sound like it had before she'd orgasmed, wanting and dripping in desire. "What, you want to go again? Hmm you're so encourage-able my little bear, okay, but this time I want to touch only you." Little bear? Little — bear? Sunni's face contorted itself into a shape that could only be said to convey her sheer confusion and bewilderment at what she was hearing of Calla's fantasies. As Sunni felt her embarrassment at her predicament being replaced temporarily with embarrassment for her best friend and her attempt to imagine what lovers would call each other in the privacy of their intimacy. Clearly Calla had only meet some very particular couples if she thought that was how loving couples talked to each other, though Sunni didn't exactly think that she was an expert on how couples interacted considering her lack of expedience, but she knew that she'd never allow herself to be called something so degrading as little bear by a lover. From above her, Sunni heard Calla let out a shuddering breath accompanied by a soft squelching sound, which quickly derailed Sunni's train of thought with its implications, before the Princess kept speaking, clearly playing out a new fantasy. "Hmmm, you feel so wet around my fingers Sunni, so wet." Which was accompanied by even more squelching sounds, as Calla stopped talking so that only her heavy panting and the almost too faint to hear scrape of her skin against her canvas bed cover could be heard by Sunni. Forcing Sunni to lay there listening to the sounds of Calla's arousal echoing in the room, which quickly dispelled her former feeling of being embarrassed for her friend and brought her back to feeling the full body blush that pricked across her body with embarrassment, making her feel
October 8, 2025 at 12:58 PM
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I got this today on Tumblr and I mean it's so fucking funny that I did in fact LOL.

Surge the Tenrec from Sonic the Hedgehog's IDW comics known proof that someone is cool with Trans people.
October 4, 2025 at 1:54 PM
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#WIPWednesday Because it's still Wednesday for most of the world, have a little more from my aged up Gummi Bears accidental voyeurism fic featuring Calla and Sunni
Text: Which was followed by Calla breathing heavily in great exhales of air. It seemed that Sunni had not been correct about Calla having finished already, though now that wasn't in doubt. Calla had orgasmed, or at the least, had sounded like she had and in no time she was going to either go to sleep or go somewhere else in the castle and Sunni would be free to flee home and forget any of this had ever happened. She could stop feeling this strange empty feeling and get back to how things were before. Sunni got back into position to leave the space under the bed, muscles tense for the moment an opportunity presented itself. Calla spoke again from her placement atop the bed. "Hmmm, yes Sunni that felt amazing for me too." Sunni tensed again and wondered if it was now that Calla would provide that all of this was a ruse to make her feel guilty and embarrassed about sneaking into her bedroom and scaring her, but again looking around in the almost complete darkness she could see that Calla had not discovered her. And so Sunni felt the weird empty feeling insider her head strengthen its hold over her as she was privy to the private fantasies of Calla, and what the content of them seemed to be (as far as she knew). First times, the coming together of people who didn't know they could love each other, probably love confessions. Sex as the culmination of romance made even though it was forbidden or forgotten about. Sunni also wondered, had or should she have sex with Calla, would it live up to Calla's fantasies? Calla continued to talk. "What, you want to go again? Hmm you're so encourage-able my little bear, okay, but this time I want to touch you." Little bear? Little — bear? Sunni's face contorted itself into a shape that could only be said to convey her sheer confusion and bewilderment at what she was hearing of Calla's fantasies. As Sunni felt her embarrassment at her predicament being replaced temporarily with embarrassment for her best friend and her attempt.
October 1, 2025 at 2:09 PM
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And everyday I get in response
September 30, 2025 at 10:53 PM
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Me, everyday on this website
September 30, 2025 at 10:10 PM
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#WIPWednesday It's still Wednesday most places so here's some recently added world building I made for my Human x Dragon work that's mostly set around a order of dragon riders who of course aren't into Dragons and Humans making out. Can you believe this was a 2023 prompt.
Text which reads: The Order of Dragon Guardians, ancient and noble, looked down from its ancestral home of Emberrock on the world and found as it often had a world that was in need of those who could and would save it from itself. After all they were the finest warriors to ride dragon back the world had yet witnessed, and seeing as most of their number usually hailed from the orphans of war and strife it only made sense that they would ride out from the mountain top castle and try to turn the tide of the world. One small battle at a time. Revered as heroes in nearly every land that they flew through, it is know by almost everyone who has ever had a dragon and their rider split the sky above them that they lived by an unbreakable code that commanded them to do no evil, to never tarnish the order, to never kill out of wanton slaughter and always to keep the psychic bond between dragon and rider as pure as any snow melt stream that graced the heights of Emberrock. For it is on that code that all the accomplishes of the Dragon Guardians rested, that the foundations of their society and purpose rested, in fact it could be said (and it was whispered) that the Dragon Guardians where first and foremost a philosophic order before they were a warrior one. Their code taking precedent over even the most dire of military matters. But no code is perfect, and not every person who had entered the order followed it, after all war orphans were an unpredictable stock to grace the number of the order. As was clearly being shown by one pair of dragon and rider by the name of Heart and Ursula as they leapt from side of castle Emberrock, their escape silent and seemingly undetected by the order as they flew into the deep black midnight sky, no companions besides each other to keep them company as they slipped away from the ancient and noble order and their mountain top home.
September 25, 2025 at 12:26 AM
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#WIPWednesday Because it's still Wednesday for the rest of the world. Here's some racy aged up Gummi Bear Accidental Voyeurism between Sunni and Calla, where Sunni overhears something she isn't exactly expecting.
Not that Sunni wasn't happy for Calla, if anyone deserved to enter a relationship and have sex it was definitely Calla, especially as Sunni knew the trouble she'd had to defying her father's expectations to settle down and start producing heirs for Dunwyn, but not with Sunni under her bed and unable to leave. The words above Sunni changed, the line of yes's being changed to enthusiastic intermixing of "Fuck" and "Yes", interspersed with more guttural moans of pleasure. Sunni's felt her blush reach her ears at just how embarrassing this was as a predicament having to hear the moans of her best friend having sex with some lucky man, though Sunni did have to say that she could feel a curiosity to know who exactly was giving Calla so much pleasure as she suffered through being trapped. To know who Calla had come to pick as her lover in the three years that Sunni have been gone. Calvin was the most obvious of the men Sunni knew, though it wasn't unlikely that Calla had met many new men during the last three years, "" Sunni looked around from her position trying to see anything who would identify the mystery man who was Calla's lover, which after a quick look at what she could see of the room, seemed to be very little. The room hadn't changed much from when she'd decided to hide under the bed, besides the pair of shoes that Sunni knew to be Calla's resting by the bed, so if she was having sex with someone they seemed to be either wearing their shoes through the act or were meticulous in leaving no trace of themselves on the floor of the room. Then a thought occurred to Sunni, the thought that Calla could be masturbating, which somehow made the whole ordeal that Sunni currently found herself in even worse. " " But masturbation was meant to be so personal, that for Sunni to invade Calla private time felt even worse. Then suddenly words started to drift down from the space of Calla, words which chilled Sunni to her bones. "Ahh, yes Sunni, fuck yes, keeping doing that."
September 17, 2025 at 1:23 PM
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#WIPWednesday It's my birthday and here's some new stuff from my WIPs. It's some AU Owling at the Moon content because I like Helluva boss for exactly two characters and some of the music.

Anyway Loona and Octavia making out (in a universe where Loona was never adopted by Blitz).
Loona collided against the front door of her apartment with a solid thump, before the owl demon in front of her made sure to reacquaint their two tongues. Their contrasting mouths not hindering them as much as Loona had first thought, as they made out and dry humped each other against the door, Loona's leg somewhere between the thighs of the other woman who was grinding on her knee, while the bird woman was seemingly entranced by her breasts and was grasping and lightly pinching Loona's hard nipples through her crop top and bra. Loona encouraged her on, arching her back so that her date could more easily access breasts she so clearly desired, all the while making sure that her knees where properly bent to allow the grinding the woman was clearly enjoying. Stifled moans filtered through their improbably connected mouths, urging on Loona to feel and hear more. She broke their French kissing and brought her muzzle to the owl demon's neck as said demon panted along her back, the feathers there confusing Loona only for a moment, before she brought her tongue out and started licking in long quick strokes, which quickly brought a loud guttural moan out of her date followed by a trilling sort of cooing. Which also quickly brought a loud bang and stamping from her neighbour's door. "LOONA!" A shrill and exceedingly loud voice rang out from just inside "Oh shit." Loona whispered as she rummaged in the pockets of her shorts for her keys, even as her owl demon date tried to keep grinding against a knee that was no longer there. "WHAT THE FUCK HAVE I TOLD YOU TOLD YOU HELLHOUND BITCH?" "Fuck-fuck-fuck," Loona continued to whisper as she felt on of her fingers catch on her keys which had managed to hide in the limited space of her shorts pocket, before turning both her and her still somehow dry humping partner around, jabbing her apartment key home in the lock, unlocking the door and then opening the door to push her deliriously aroused date into the darkness of her apartme
September 10, 2025 at 5:59 AM
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#WIPWednesday Because it's still Wednesday for most, here's some more of my slightly messed up Soul-mark AU Gummi Bears fic. Calla tries to figure out why her burned off soul mark itches whenever she's around the Gummi bears. Asks maids their opinions.
Black on white text that reads: Then winter came and Calla wasn't able to see Sunni or the rest of the Gummi's for the three months that the icy month held the castle and wider kingdom captive with snow, sleet and ice. Which meant any questions she had for Zummi or the great book were of course weeks away from being asked, if no less answered. Though with her twelve birthday coming and going will winter raged on outside, Calla did make a matter to bring up as casually the topic with the various maids around the castle, all who, unfortunately had no answers or worse, jumped to conclusions. "Have you tried rubbing garlic and salt into it? That always gets rid of my itchy palms when I've been working with the brush all day." "I don't know your majesty, I've never heard about anything like that not even from my aunt who had her soul-mark burned away for being too particular, I could ask her the next time I see her if you want? But it's been three years since I last saw her so it might take a bit." "It's probably a curse set upon you by those travelling folk that your father let into the castle before winter arrived, you know I know a man who can remove such curses for a price." "No your majesty, I ain't never heard anything like that unless you've been letting your hands go idle enough that the devil himself took them over and used them for nefarious purposes." The last of which took a solid ten minutes for Calla to figure out what she was being accused of and then a further twenty minutes to convince the maid that she hadn't been letting her hands be idle nor that the devil was using them for nefarious purposes.
September 3, 2025 at 3:12 PM
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- playing over it, which lead to this wild accusation from a YTer I follow on tumblr who's unfortunately invested in the whole pro/anti ship thing.

But yeah, going from what I know it was very weird. Possibly just mining, but also without the guts to just go 'No non-con'. But fuck that video -
Grey on black text that reads #you ask people why they leave wlw ship spaces and this is such a common response #anti aka radfems bully themselves into positions of pseudo authority and make life hell for anyone who #wants to create or consume art outside of pure vanilla missionary cuteness #if I were more awake I'd be more charitable and add that antis are everywhere #they're absolutely not exclusice to wlw ships spaces #but I am tired #and antis do pressure each other towards lesbians ships #because they're radfems
August 29, 2025 at 8:58 AM
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#WIPWednesday This is from a newish Wip I'm working on that's kinda being whirling around in my head for a couple of years and it's all to do with Scent-kink stuff and #Zootopia. Also deals with discrimination against predators within the Zootopia setting. This is the start, bathroom masturbation.
Black text on a white background that reads: Masturbating while inside a gym’s bathroom was bad, the fact that she was also a predator at a mostly prey focused gym made things even worse and then the final nail in the coffin of having stolen a fellow gym member’s underwear stood above her head like the sword of damascease preparing to fall. And then, the reality that it was Courtney’s underwear was like an extra emotional shame staining her already stained soul. Courtney, the one prey who seemed happy to see her around the gym, the one prey who actually managed to approach Meredith when she worked out, the only animal who made coming to this gym bearable. And here Meredith was sniffing her underwear. Like a total fucking, not the fun kind of, pervert. And yet despite knowing everyone of those details, she couldn’t stop, couldn’t stop lifting the cotton briefs to her nose, taking a deep whiff of that intoxicating combination of stale sweat, slight hit of urine and the gloriousness that was the lingering scent of mound: and continued her vigorous masturbation. Both to scents in Courtney's underwear as well as the scents that enveloped almost every square centimetre of the gym’s bathroom. Which made sense because why in the world would prey bother to put down scent blocker in a primarily prey gym with a mostly female clientèle? Meredith felt herself tense as one last orgasmic blot of pleasure ripped outwards from her core, making her arms and legs tingle, before she all but liquefied on the toilet she was currently occupying. After which it only takes an almost full four minutes for the entirety of what she had just done to come along and smack her across the muzzle painfully hard.
August 27, 2025 at 3:14 PM
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#WIPWednesday on a Thursday because it's again a Wednesday for a lot of people. Another snippet from my fix it fic about rape recovery. Samantha really gets into some porn before her trauma hits like a truck.
text: The words stop, and thus fade from Sam's perception. All the while Sam keeps her focus on the vixen in the screen, watches as she brings a paw forward and starts to touch herself, rubbing the top her tulip bulb shaped vulva which has somehow already begun leaking with her wetness, she moans and Sam can feel her heart skip a beat at a sound she knows intimately. The paw descends, a finger dragging lightly through her folds, glistening wetness captured within fine fur showing under the light provide by what Sam thinks is probably a lamp. The paw is raised back up to the vixen's muzzle and she proceeds to clean the digit, another light moan leaving her at tasting herself. New indistinct words sound from behind Sam, but she still can't understand them, so she ignores them again, especially when the show in front of her is feeding the fire under her fur with the sort of freeform desire she hasn't felt in almost twelve years. Celestials! She wants be somehow reach through the screen and pull that paw to her mouth and lavish it in affection, wants to taste the musk of the vixen in the screen, smell that sweet perfume of violets as it batters around her brain. The vixen looks up at the camera and smiles with all her pointed teeth as she asks "You like that?" And all of the sudden Sam's heart is beating hard in the back of her throat, as she looks and looks at the pointed smile, hears the word's she knows too well, and feels the scars on her back rip open with new ferocity, with the stench of violets swirling around her in an overwhelming wave. More words are being said but Sam can't hear anything besides "You like that?", "You like that?", "You like that?", in that damn too cheery voice from a pointed smile. Then screen pauses as arms wrap around Sam, but they're not like last time, not like she remembers. They're comforting and holding, and there are words that start to fade in, "Come back Sammy, please come back. It's okay I'm here. It'll be okay, I'm here."
August 20, 2025 at 12:45 PM
drhegemony.bsky.social
#WIPWednesday on a Thursday because it a Wednesday for a lot of people. Anyway a snippet from my fix it fic for another fic about rape recovery. Samantha watches some porn from her past and disassociates a little.
Black on white text that reads: Sam can feel her heartbeat growing stronger in her chest as they wait a few seconds for the video to display itself, her heartbeat just barely start to reassert itself in her ears as the nervousness from before reintroducing its existence with a vengeance. Then as the video starts Sam feels her entire body still, and a strange feeling of disconnect fill her head as the now-younger-than-her red vixen enters the shot beside what Sam assumes is her bed, she's talking as she's moving to a place on the floor, Sam can't hear what she's saying but she knows what the vixen's saying off by heart: How she was originally planning of making this for her boyfriend, but then she'd found out that he'd been cheating on her, so now this was going to go online so that her former boyfriend knew that he'd never be able to have anything to do with her body again while thousands of other animals could stare at it for free forever, while all he had was his hand to satisfy him. Sam didn't know if that was all true, as Sam knew that the vixen in the video had made about five more videos before stopping updates, but she remembered being nineteen and never having had a relationship, marvelling at the drama of the video before the vixen sat down naked, with her legs held open so that the camera could stare at her vulva. And seeing a naked woman for the first time (besides all the times she had seen her various sisters and mother naked), along with her being a predator and thus very biological different from what Sam knew as normal, had quickly dispelled any care about the narrative of the video. From behind Sam some sort of words are said as the vixen explains her narrative, but Sam can't make out the words through the fog inside her head, all she can hear is her heart now beating slow and steady in her ears, so she ignores them.
August 13, 2025 at 3:18 PM
drhegemony.bsky.social
I found this meme on my computer and I know this conversation is a month old, but like it is ever relevant for every year
August 8, 2025 at 2:20 PM
drhegemony.bsky.social
#WIPWednesday More from my Gummi Bears Soul-mark AU, this time looking into how I'm incorporating the Gummi Bears into this AU.

And yes for you Gruffi x Gusto shippers, Gruffi's soulmate is Gusto but this is before Gusto shows up in the show, so no one knows that.
Black text on white background, which reads: Both girls watch as Zummi's face lights up, clearly very happy to asked this sort of question, "Why of course we do Sunni," he answers with a smile. "Then why have I never seen one on me? Or heard you, Grammi and Gruffi talking about it." Sunni questions, voice obviously confused at this fact which she doesn't seem to know about her own people. "Well, because you're not old enough to have been given one Sunni and ours isn't on our hands like humans ones. Ours are on our feet." Zummi explains to both girls before lifting up his left foot and showing a dark line of Gummi bear writing on the pad of his foot to them, "See, it says Blueberry Gummi, she was my wife and true love before she passed. And well...unfortunately since it had been so long between the generations of new Gummi's that by the time you and your brothers where born. Both me and Grammi's true loves had passed, and Graffi was never able to meet his. Plus since none of you were old enough yet, it didn't seem prudent to tell you." Zummi continues to explain as he put his foot down, voice a little morose at the mention of his former true love. "Wait, what do you mean that Sunni isn't old enough to receive one?" Calla asked, her brow farrowed and confused at the information being presented to her. "Well, Calla, instead of Gummi bears being born with a true love or soul mark like you humans are, we get ours when we're around fifteen. And it's more often a Gummi's that that Gummi interacts with in their daily lives, at least according to notes left in the Great Book about things like soul-marks and true loves, instead of seemingly completely random as it is with you humans." Zummi patiently explained to the human girl, "In fact this was going to be one of Sunni's future lessons." Zummi turns to Sunni to explain, "So Sunni we'll be going over this in much more detail in about a month with Cubbi and Tummi."
August 6, 2025 at 4:51 AM
drhegemony.bsky.social
#WIPWednesday Here's a little more from my Gummi Bears Soul-mark AU where I have incorporated just how terrible the monarchy is in relation to their kids to keep themselves in power. Calla's scar is start to itch. I wonder why and if it has something to do with Sunni Gummi?

Who knows?
Black on white text that reads: That is until the next time Calla manages to sneak out of keep and see the Gummi bears, then the itch returns with a vengeance, bothering her all day with it's presence as she spends most of her time playing with Sunni. And again, when she's back in the keep and in her bed the itch goes away, and once again nothing has happened to her hand. This pattern repeats a number of times over the next month of Calla's life. The itch fading from her life for near weeks as she doesn't interact with the Gummi Bears and then returning again and again when she does see them. Eventually Calla just expects it, expects that the sensation of her palm itching is what happens to her around the Gummi bears, much in the same way she's seen Sir Tuxford start to itch at his eyes whenever in the presence of a cat. The is the slight issue that she doesn't start sneezing, coughing or has her nose run, but that's a minor issue. Plus, as much as the itching is annoying, Calla really enjoys hanging out with the Gummi's, especially Sunni. Sunni just gets the games Calla wants to play, they can talk about things that Calvin and Cubbi just can't relate to, Calla can be more of herself around her, she doesn't scold or say she's weird when Calla shows an interest in weaponry, they can share secrets that is meant for their ears only, and also Calla gets to hear about the fantastical things that the Gummi bears get up to without her. Plus Sunni is far more enthusiastic about the fact that Calla is a princess than Calla is herself, and actually sometimes makes it a bit easier for Calla to endure, just so she can come back and report to Sunni, seeing the stars filling up the bears eyes at all the things that Calla usually finds so boring. So Calla can endure a little itching for that, in fact she could probably endure a lot more for that, but if a little itching is all that happens, then it's just what happens.
July 30, 2025 at 1:45 PM
drhegemony.bsky.social
#WIPWednesday Here's something from a Soul-mark AU where I have incorporated just how terrible the monarchy is in relation to their kids to keep themselves in power. I'm using the idea for another Gummi Bears fic because of course I am.
Black on white text that reads: Everyone knows that true love is only for the common people. Each and every person knows that it's only common people who may one day find the face that matches the name on their palm, that it is only they who might one day find the person who is linked to their soul by an unbreakable tether, and who they will find true love with. For the rich and powerful there is no such thing as true love, or soulmates, or soul marks. There just isn't time. There isn't a place for mistakes to happen, for things to get tangled, for what shouldn't happen to be allowed to happen, for something so trivial as a name written on your palm to unseat a dynasty. So they don't let it happen, don't let the idea of a soul mate or true love hang around long enough to fester into something that can't be undone. They simply erase it, flesh heals, soul marks don't. It is just a strange coincidence within the skin tone after all, and the white expanse of scar tissue is much more normal. Usually it's a piece of hot iron placed upon the palm of the hand long enough to burn in a scar, but not long enough to deform, around the age of three. Sometimes younger, sometimes older. Rarely is it done after the age of five. Other times it is done with a knife, cutting across the palm in rapid slashing stripes. The technique is more dangerous and painful for the child, but it is slightly more expedient and can be performed without a blacksmith at your side. It also heals slightly faster, and allows the child to use the hand sooner than burning, though with the draw back that it was more likely to get infected. At around the same ages as the hot iron technique. In more rural and pagan areas, the way to burn away a soul mark has not changed much from the olden days of tribes and warlords, where a child actually holds a burning branch in their hand, showing their commitment as a those gifted with power to look after the commoners and peasants,
July 24, 2025 at 12:13 AM