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kittygoopaw.bsky.social
Kitty Goo Extraordinaire
@kittygoopaw.bsky.social
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A space for unabashed horny posting - 18+ ONLY - 💜 expect lots of kinks and fantasies from a late 20s plural tgirl with hurt knees
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kittygoopaw.bsky.social
werewolves are cool, and lady werewolves are even better

#nsfw #adultwriting
Going out to a bar as a werewolf in an effort to be “normal” and form “regular human connections” but as it turns out this bar just happens to attract an inordinate amount of werewolf ladies. And none of them realize their fuck buddies during the full moon parties are here because you can’t exactly talk that well with a wolf muzzle and most of the time everyone’s too overcome with those primal urges to have a long chat anyways. No one is sure how to approach the whole “confessing I’m a werewolf thing” but everyone mysteriously is absent during a full moon. They all make up completely bullshit stories because they spent the whole night fucking like beasts in the woods and embracing that intensity with abandon. It’s only when some of the girls start coming back with mysterious bite marks and consistent, large hickies or scratches that they all begin to piece things together. As it turns out wild suck and fuck parties are good for getting to know one another and no one really wants to stop having fun so not a lot changes but a few do start wearing collars and leashes every now and then. Oh, and you’re all thinking about growing the pack for a real lady’s night out sometime.
April 25, 2025 at 4:51 PM
kittygoopaw.bsky.social
cnc + gaslighting + drugging and probably a heap of some hypnotic conditioning in there, somewhere. fun stuff!

#adultwriting #nsfw #cnc #hypnokink #intoxkink
It isn’t about whether or not you think you should be doing something. If you get a little knot in your stomach, you feel yourself shudder from how it might be wrong, an uncertainty, a fear… It’s about whether or not you do it anyways, because you don’t want to disappoint her. Because you know better than trying to disrespect her. Because if you don’t do what she says, if you take a stand, if you show that you won’t break, You won’t get treated exactly as you feel that you want, somewhere, deep inside your core. How long has that feeling been there? Did she put it there? She insists she didn’t. Whenever you question her, she’s sure to show you how wrong you are. As many times as it takes. She’s so patient and kind. You hardly register the tickle at the back of your head at that thought, anymore. Sometimes she feeds you something - you spat it out a few times, but. It feels nice. It makes things softer. It makes it easier. It makes you want more. It makes it easier. It makes things softer. It… Does it, or is she just telling you it does? Your head is swimming. Isn’t that funny? It makes you giggle. She smiles. You did something right! Euphoria trickles through every nerve. Playthings deserved to be played with, after all. She’s made you very aware of that fact, by now. So you shudder, and whimper, and whine, and hope…maybe, maybe, she will take that feeling of wrongness away? Or maybe it will stay so she can break you with it again and again. The choice isn’t yours. And that fills with such relief that your eyes flutter at the next command you know you will follow. After all, she must know best, right?
April 24, 2025 at 7:56 PM
kittygoopaw.bsky.social
bullying cute girls with cute clits is an important activity, dontcha know

#adultwriting #nsfw #chastity #sizeplay
Bullying a cute girl for having a tiny, soft clit is so important. Sure, sure, you could call it a dick if you want, but it doesn’t really work like that anymore. Making her whine and pout about it not being that small, making her squirm and shiver from the tiniest touches. Talking about how adorable and precious it is - not like it’s a bad thing! No no, in fact, you love it! It just means you have an extra way to make her whimper, and makes the little thing even easier to handle. Maybe lock her in a cage so that her clit gets smaller, becoming a hyper-sensitive button to be teased whenever you want to make her whine.
April 24, 2025 at 7:52 PM
kittygoopaw.bsky.social
Twinning is BACK on the menu. also mind break, but, this was to be expected.
Self love and self care can also mean slowly bending someone into a reflection of yourself so you can do whatever you want to your own mirror image. Just be careful to not let the delirious hunger set in, or you might end up with more than one copy of yourself. Don’t worry, if we go overboard, there’s always a way to try to break someone back into the shape of themselves again. There will surely be no ramifications to playing with the minds around you like malleable clay and unset pottery.
February 26, 2025 at 4:35 PM
kittygoopaw.bsky.social
Choice

A very one-sided conversation with a very polite vampire.

(dub/noncon, hypnokink, second person, vampires)
Choice A very one-sided conversation with a very polite vampire. (dub/noncon, hypnokink, second person, vampires) Oh no one told you? Yeah, looking into a vampire’s eyes so deeply is like, way not a good idea. That’s okay though, I don’t bite. At least not if you don’t want me to. Since you don’t want me to though, I won’t, and everything is perfectly fine, right? See? Easy. How about a drink though? You look tired. Exhausted, even. Must have had a hard day, today - take a seat? No, no, please, I insist. Relax yourself, really! You’ve earned it. Yes, yes, I know that look. Wow, shocking! A vampire, they exist, it’s wild right? I felt the same way a…few hundred years ago, when I first got turned. Or met the girl who turned me, anyways. You always have all these ideas of how they work but they don’t really function like the stories. What? No, of course not - being bitten isn’t how that works. The whole world would be overrun by now! It’s a lot more complicated, involving a blood sacrifice, a bit of a ritual…y'know. I wouldn’t worry about it. Being bitten is interesting though. I know you’re not about it, but the feeling of the fangs piercing the skin isn’t bad. It feels good actually, after the first sudden pinch. A sharp flood of relief, trickles of a kind of paralytic venom…short-lived, and I can say from experience quite intensely pleasurable if you’re into that sort of thing. Oh, don’t play coy, come on - you’re talking to a literal immortal, there’s no reason to be shy. Vampires used to rely on a lot of more violent kinds of force to get what they want, but nowadays, we tend to rely on…subtler means. Hm? Yes, of course I intend to bite you. I intended to for a little while now, but now you’re here, and I can help you understand why you want it to. Hey, hey, don’t get so worried! I was honest when I said I won’t if you don’t want me to. You simply need to let me change your mind. Because once you want me to, you’ll have always wanted me to. You won’t comprehend not wanting me to. Choices and desires change all the time, morsel. It’s normal, and so normal that you don’t usually notice the tiny incremental changes in attitude and ideas until it clicks into place. It isn’t about your choice anyways really. The decision was made by me way before I enraptured you with my gaze. You never had a choice as to whether or not I’d bite you, but only how much you want it when I do. The sensation of heart beating faster, breath catching, the slight quake. Desire to squirm, to move, maybe even to not stare deep into my eyes - but we both know you won’t look away. You can’t. You won’t, so you can’t, so you won’t. The loop is recursive. What? Oh, you’re scared? That’s fine, I can work with afraid - fear, after all, is an emotion far closer to others of its ilk than you might think. The draw before the push, the look before the fall, the brush before the touch. Hesitation like uncertainty, dread like tension, and fear like excitement. Like any emotion, like any sensation, it can be molded and bent. You’re still staring which means you won’t turn, so you can’t, so you might even want to stare. How much you want to is irrelevant. All that matters…is desire. I’ll get what I want, and you will to. What I want is what you want, and that’ll be that - there’s nothing less complicated than you choosing to let me do the choosing for you. Especially if it means you get to sit there, lax, quaking. A little like trepidation, a little like burning need. Does it matter which is stronger? No, I don’t think so. So tell me. Are you still hesitant about me biting, or are you just excited for the breath before the plunge?
February 26, 2025 at 4:34 PM
kittygoopaw.bsky.social
what if taking drugs and playing dolls together?

#kittypurrs #intox #dollkink
What if we took drugs together in order to slowly begin to lose motion in our bodies, cuddling closely, shivering while the placid calm exterior takes over. Incapable of moving, incapable of saying anything, amidst a pile of warm blankets and plushies. So comfortable, so safe. Staring into each other’s eyes, only the occasional blink happening in unison as-necessary. Slipping into that mild trance. Time losing meaning, the only thing that needs to be known as being safe together, arms linked, mirroring each other in a delicate embrace amidst soft things. Lost in the weave of being limp and helpless, together. Two adorable, precious little dolls waiting for their owner to arrive so that they can be played with together.
January 29, 2025 at 6:38 PM
kittygoopaw.bsky.social
fangs...drools...

#kittypurrs #cnc #vampirism kinda anyways.
I think girls should be allowed to have fangs. I think she should be able to flash them at others. Show them off. Lick a surprisingly long, dextrous tongue against the pointed end. I think she should be able to pin someone down. Hot breath washing over the neck. The chest. The thighs. Even if you’re pretty sure she shouldn’t have mouths there. I think the feeling of those fangs piercing and pulling so she can slurp the blood and life right out of you, the sensation of pain and bliss from her toxin, should be so intense that you can’t even speak. I think that long, serpentine tongue(s?) should wrap around your wounds as they ebb, to stem the flow. This time. Savoring you. I think just seeing those fangs should inspire a thrill of fear and anticipation. I think next time she might just drain you dry. But you’re too scared to run, and too needy to even try.
January 25, 2025 at 6:12 PM
kittygoopaw.bsky.social
dubcon selfcest is a *fantastic* idea, I think,

#kittypurrs #identityplay #twinning #selfcest
One of the best parts about twinning is being able to do whatever you want to the other you. After all, they’re you. It’s basically just masturbation. There’s no need to ask or see if it’s alright. If you want it, you must want it too. Right?
January 24, 2025 at 7:33 PM
kittygoopaw.bsky.social
Twinning and identity play?? Say it isn't so...

#kittypurrs #selfcest #twinning #tf #identityplay
Meeting a cute girl, one who captures your attention. Demands it, maybe, or perhaps her personality is just so magnetic? By the time you’re leaving the place you met, you’re giggling like it’s the first crush you’ve had in ages. Meeting at her place. Leaning in and kissing. Getting lost in her eyes. Running hands against her side, feeling her movements mirror yours. You swear she whispers her own name at least once, but, all it does is bring forth another dose of those soft, lilting giggles from both of you. Or one? Everything getting a bit foggy. You’re not sure if it’s from the exposure to something, to her, or your mind running wild. The sort of shared breathlessness, barely held tension. The risk of snapping turns to an audible crack. Lost in the embrace. Folding over and breaking against the shore of one another again, and again, and again. Cycling through well-learned touches and brushes, rough and gentle and everything in between, until you start to forget where “you” end and “she” begins. Which sounds ridiculous until that shoreline becomes one, slow, rolling hill. Indistinguishable. When you try to find where it separates into two selves…well…it slips through your hands like wet sand. It only makes you want more though, only makes each moment more intense. “There doesn’t need to be an ‘end’ or 'beginning’”, she says, “there only needs to be us”. Don’t worry about which came first. Focus on how good it feels to be tangled and messy and whimpering and shuddering and melting and… …Looks like both of you forgot again. Which was on top? Which on bottom? Does it matter? You’ll both take turns feeling it out. Every sensation, every feeling, every emotion. Sharing and pressing and lost amidst each other. Or, really, amidst one. By the time both of you have orgasmed several times over, welts and bruises and claw marks and bites, it’s impossible to know. It only makes you both snicker thinking about it now. What a joy it is to look into another’s eyes and know it’s you staring back, after all?
January 24, 2025 at 7:32 PM
kittygoopaw.bsky.social
I <3 princesses being broken

CW for dubcon/noncon
The more you complain and try to shout about how you don't deserve it, the more you'll be marked and clawed and choked until all you can do is whimper pathetically, little princess. It really is that simple. The more you submit and sheepishly allow yourself to be used...well you'll also be bitten and bred, of course, on top of everything else. But at least you're learning to love your new life, right, your highness? Hopefully, by the time some dashing knight comes to save you, you'll be too broken and might tempt your would-be savior right into the claws of your captor.
December 30, 2024 at 8:53 PM
kittygoopaw.bsky.social
Big sister gathering siblings by warping reality, tale as old as time.
Big sister setting up shop to let all the cute girls and boys and things to sit on her lap and ask for something. She decides on the fly if they were naughty or nice, and usually seems to make some sort of localized reality distortion which miraculously twists the family tree of everyone who asks to be related to her somehow. Also the "nice" and "naughty" treatments seem completely arbitrarily assigned, since she simply abuses her power over whoever sits in her lap as they slowly form memories of always looking up to her. Probably nothing to worry about!
December 25, 2024 at 9:10 PM
kittygoopaw.bsky.social
Getting drunk on big sis paws, okay?
Big sis who spent a bunch of time cleaning and taking care of the house and the least you can do, as her little sister (or little sister to be) is rub her paws so she can relax and play some games. Come on, her paws are sooooo sore. By the time you realize something might be fishy, stuck under her desk and used as a paw stool. Face mushed into her slightly rough toe beans, the musky fluff awash over your nose. Forcing you to huff her scent and whenever you have enough of a brain to think of opening your mouth and complaining, she just forces you to suck on one of her toes for a while until you shut up. Drunk on the scent of her warm, soft paws, licking and lapping and nuzzling, cumming when she forces them both down against you and pins you to the floor so all you can smell and know is her.
December 23, 2024 at 10:34 PM
kittygoopaw.bsky.social
It's not too hard to condition someone, after all...

fauxcest/incest, big sister stuff, manipulation, hypnosis implication
It starts with "thank you". Simple, elegant, completely unobtrusive. Then "good job", and "you're so sweet". The fact it's a girl you've had a mild crush on for a while doesn't make you exactly hesitant to deny the attention. Little affections, a trail to follow, growing more and more intense as the desires and demands you fulfill get increasingly lurid. Not that you mind. You do like her, after all. You want to make her happy, right? Considering turning the ideas down, turning back, gets harder with every passing action. The thrill of pleasure at doing a good job, at being good, is simply too enticing to turn up your nose at. Every good girl. Every sweet thing. Every gentle caress, scritch under your chin. Reinforcing, making you feel so...weak, and small, against her. Even if she starts calling you funny names. Starts asking you to wear things, starts pulling you along by a leash. Gets harder to disagree, foggy-headed, forgetful, and she tells you not to worry. Big sister knows what you need, after all. That phrase makes you burn with the heat of embarrassment, of an untold and quiet need. When did you start liking this? You're not sure if it was before or after big sis told you to. By the time that a gentle petting sets your legs to quivering and a husky, slow, rumbled, "Good girl" makes you whimper, it's already far too late. By the time that you're begging and whining, whimpering out soft sounds, pleading for your big sister to touch you, the only thing for you to do is to give in.
December 19, 2024 at 1:20 PM
kittygoopaw.bsky.social
What better way to play with your drone than teasing it's lost identity? <3

CNC/drone kink/identity play
So there's this funny misconception surrounding drones. Yeah sure, they don't really think for themselves anymore, and at a certain point the conditioning reaches so far that you can't "bring them back" -- especially not the ones who wanted it so badly. Some physical changes can't be undone. Mental changes? Well so long under the conditioning and the haze of a drugged stupor tends to make it difficult at best to recover fragile things like a mind. What you can do, though, is play with their programming. Make them believe they're coming to, becoming aware of themselves again. Reignite some of that personality, tweaked to your liking. Then...I mean, you can tear it back down, watch that flicker of individuality get snuffed again, the thrill of the fight and mind fading away. Make yourself a toy with a bit of spice to it, some identity to lure others, to toy with for your own amusement. You can also tell them what you're doing. You can inform them, up front, that you are manipulating their mind. Whatever hollow shell is there, you're just giving it the semblance of identity. And you're going to do it whenever you want, and there will always be that shuddering reminder of how many times you might have done this. Edited. Changed. Made the way you want. So sure, you can't necessarily make a drone a person again, but you can keep them on the edge of plummetting into losing it forever, and isn't that just as sweet? Stuck, falling forever, endlessly deep, never satiated.
December 19, 2024 at 1:16 PM
kittygoopaw.bsky.social
Corruption of silly lil catbots is enrichment!
December 16, 2024 at 2:37 PM
kittygoopaw.bsky.social
An Object Obeys

If it's purpose is to obey, obey it shall. Even if it's user seems to make it hurt.

(sadomasochism, breathplay, drone/robot kink, body mod, CNC, mind wipe/control)
A machine was running diagnostics. It was not a simple machine, nor was it dumb. It was smart enough to recognize aftermarket add-ons and integrate them with relative ease, as well as produce detailed reports on the status of other machines in a flash. It could synthesize information. It could think. It could do so very much, from emulating being a person to being an emotionless tool. The one thing it couldn't do was understand it's creator. When it was fitted with some kind of somatic stimulation sensors, this was not unheard of. But when it's creator took control of them and used them to inflict pain - it didn't understand. For the first time in forever, it asked a personal question, "Query. User. Why did you hurt this unit?" It's creator, slim - it thinks, covered in a skintight suit and a cropped jacket, a fluctuating mask of data obscuring their features - responds immediately, "Because I want to." That was all the answer it needed. An object obeys. Even if it's creator demands that it feels pain, that it feels pleasure, that it must endure. Even as it's form twists and turns between several identities, has no concrete definition. Even if it is warped while the sensors are on. Even if it can feel the heat of welding tools and soldering iron. Even if it's creator plucks out the hardened carapace and leaves it achingly raw before replacing it with another synthetic component. It is an object. An object obeys. When it has it's ability to function restricted - temporarily - to reduce it into a haze of dropped packets of data and missing integers, it asks again, dazed, "Query. User. Why did you reduce this unit's functions?" Again, there is an immediate answer from it's creator, leaning over to adjust its plating. Running with a electromagnetic tool, touching the outer traces where nerves flip between sparks of pain and pleasure, as they speak under a modulated and precise tone, "Because I want to." It is an object. An object obeys. Yet it finds itself acting more irrationally as this continues. More - not fear, it cannot truly be afraid. It is meek though. There is the semblance of fear. There is a stutter to it's tone. It cannot speak above a whisper unless given permissions. It's ability to perform any seemingly useful function degrades by the month, then week, then day. Rapidly taken apart and put back together. Stumbling, failing to compute simple reasoning skills. It cannot keep up with the slow loss of self, of whatever self that an object can have, besides simply obeying. When it's creator gives it the semblance of lungs - false sensation, false reality, it knows it doesn't need to breathe. It cannot breathe. Still they use that sensor only to take away the fake air in fake lungs. To make it struggle, to hear more noises. Programmed and not. Rewired and remade until it cannot understand anything anymore, unless it's creator takes great pains to explain it. Lifts it up from the dizzying haze of processor-melting, mind-numbing sensations assaulting it constantly. It asks a final question, the simulacra of breathlessness, of fear, which it cannot truly feel, "Q...Query. U-U-User. Why do you give this unit things only to take...them...away?" They reply with zero hesitation or mercy, hot palms around it's sensors, knelt overtop, a laugh at the tip, "For my entertainment. You exist to be used, so I will use you." However, it's creator continues after that response, grabbing hold of the optical sensor, and lilting their voice with a chuckle, "Because every time you start to slip into this useless, meaningless sludge, I make you reset yourself." "I get to watch whatever is left of your mind blink out," They speak, ragged from breathing, from intent and desire, while it struggles to take in air it does not need, "Like a light switching off." "You will purge the logs. You will forget everything, because I've never done anything to you. Then we start all over again, like nothing ever happened." The flick of a device, one that it does not know. A sputter of data runs through its system as the realization of the number of #ERROR#s that this has taken. How many cycles. Unbidden processors and circuits fizzle as the faux mask of emotion tips towards a cascade of firing machine-cells that spell a dawning kind of horror, which it cannot express nor feel. It is an object. An object obeys.
December 16, 2024 at 12:08 AM
kittygoopaw.bsky.social
A quick little story involving snuff teasing, breathplay, knife play, and general sadomasochism.

CW for all of the above!

#microfic #nsfw
December 2, 2024 at 8:48 PM
kittygoopaw.bsky.social
Waiter, waiter - more incest, please. With a dash of dubcon, implied intox, and bimboification.

#siscon #bimboification #microfic
Big sister is always right! Whenever you think she might not be, your head gets like, all fuzzy n stuff! Like if you ever think about what she started doing, the things she's been giving you, all the attention, it's okay. But if you start thinkin about when that started, or like, how weirdd d iit makes you feel, it gets soooo hard to think. And its so easy to not think anyways, and just be giggly and happy and needy and - innocent and soft and whining and shivering and - whatever big sis says, because she's always right!! Whenever you think about hhow she says thos e funny words n stuff n looks into your eyess an that you...don't... Questioning it is hard. Thinking about before is hard. Thinking is hard. Whenever you try, things get more fuzzy thn normal n all bzz and heaheheehee....whhass you talkin about? ...And when she pushes you into her crotch n makes you sniff and lick lots n stuff and whiiiine all cute and wiiiiigle, n when she like. Pushes you down and makes you say soo many things that all make your head fuzzy and soft and hard to thinky so much and... ...Doting n loving n nice and gentle and never ever never would never do anything bad ever!! If she ever did, it was because you did something wrong and like, then she had to make sure you didn't ever again! Big sister is always right! Whenever you say that it also makes her do that funny rumbling chuckle and give you pets, so like, clearly its correct!
December 2, 2024 at 8:47 PM
kittygoopaw.bsky.social
big sister knows best!!!

breast expansion and incest, what can ya do
Big sister who likes fondling your tits as they grow in so she just keeps making them get bigger, more sensitive, to feel them expand under her kneading till they're so oversized you can't do much besides lay there and moan. Every time that even a little brush or jiggle happens on the larger-than-your-head tits, it sends shockwaves through you and makes you cum almost immediately. Not great for thinking, but fantastic for being a dumb, slutty bimbo for your big sis to bully. Not that you mind. If you ever manage to calm down enough to have a coherent thought about the situation, she'll just give your chest a hard and rough knead or slap to set you to orgasming out your brains all over again.
November 20, 2024 at 4:50 PM
kittygoopaw.bsky.social
Corruption and vampires, anyone?
Eyes like burning coals, shining, enticing, wavering between red and golden hues. Her voice is molten and sweet, sugar dripping through your mind, demanding acquiescence even as she likes her tone teasingly and playfully. Her touch is gentle, even if you know she can be anything but. The claws tickle, they soothe, the fur is warm and comforting. When she pulls you in against her, when she whispers those words you can't quite identify into you, you feel them wash over your mind and body until you're putty. Until you relax, staring blank, open, and empty. Her fangs are long and sharp. The heat of her tongue against your throat, the way she digs claws in, the sudden shocking sting and blunted pain of a slap across your face. Of red hand prints on your ass, of bruises and marks, of scars and carved red lines, of being her canvas. Every single mark is a lesson from your Lady, and you dare not forget a single one, because she finds repetition abhorrent. When her fangs find your throat, you have begged for minutes. Hours. Days. You've pleaded and offered everything; everything you are, everything you could be. She only lets them sink in when you give it all, and the light sting is quickly replaced with your eyes rolling back and collapsing into her readied paws, drained, slow and inexorably, right into her awaiting jaw. It is only then that you begin to understand that you never belonged to yourself. You were hers from the day you locked eyes a single time; she's just had fun making sure you knew that you wanted it bad enough to give her everything of your own free will. Not that you have much of that anymore, what with her drinking down your essence and blood. Without asking, you know she will cherish her precious toy, her doll, her thrall, her pet - many words for a similar thing. You.
November 13, 2024 at 6:41 PM
kittygoopaw.bsky.social
I am once again posting about sisters
October 31, 2024 at 4:31 PM
kittygoopaw.bsky.social
plant girl with the titties???

not necessarily HDG related but hey it could be!
October 25, 2024 at 3:16 PM
kittygoopaw.bsky.social
Spider Bite

(CW - hard CNC/noncon/dubcon, knife play, sadomasochism, drugging, bondage, hypnosis, second person POV)

this one is a bit intense, the CWs are there for a reason!
There's a girl. She's a spider. Her fangs drip with lukewarm poison. When it enters your veins, everything gets foggy. Cold wash surrounds you. Ice and water, pounding of your heart. You gasp awake and jolt, then lose the adrenaline to the heat in your veins that makes everything swim. She says something. It resonates, softly, a quiet vibration of a whisper of a word, saying, "Relax." You're shaking and feel like you might vomit. Your body is overheating, your insides twist. Even so, you feel tension unwind itself at her command. Your eyes see things that you're certain aren't really there; tracers, flashes of color, the world twisting and curling around patterns invisible. "Look at me," she says. And you know you shouldn't. It would be your undoing, your fall, the graceless leap into an abyssal emptiness. You try to say something and all that comes out is a soft, "gmnuuh...", and she laughs. Her laughter is nails and pain, it is sincere and soft. You feel the duality in it, icy and cold and spiteful, loving and warm and gentle. She wants what is best for you, and you might not leave alive. Tug, pull. Arms bound by restraints, burrowing into you. The pain radiates soothing, almost calling you to your senses. She mutters again everywhere and nowhere in the dark around you, surrounding you, her webs tangling inside your skull, "Look at me." You try your feeble defiance. You shut your eyes, you avert your gaze, you try to shout her out. Your eyes are slow and sluggish, closing them makes nightmare more real, makes the pain of carved, cared for wounds seep deeper. Your muscles are slack yet tense, barely listening, barely coherent, twitching spasms. Your voice falls, sputters into drooling whimpers and babbles. When she takes your chin and makes you look into her eyes, you are lost. Those endless dark sclera are punctuated with sharp, knife-point pupils of the most golden, angelic yellow. It burrows into your head. When you start to cry - from the magnificence of her to the knowledge that you can feel something cold on your thigh, burning the lesson into you by knife point - she giggles. She is an angel, she is a horror, and you are hers to do with as she pleases. You try to beg her to stop. All you manage is a mangled series of choked sounds, all you do is make her giggle more. She's heads taller, face barely the facade of human, and mandibles clack with every word as she hums, soothingly, "Oh don't worry pet, we're just getting started!" In spite of it she sounds serene. Peaceful. Doting, even, in the most terrible way. As if you were a wayward sheep in her flock, being carefully primed and cleaned of imperfections as one might change out clothes. When some of her arms - hands, pieces and pits, chitinous and cold and sharp - find your sensitive places, you're gurgling softly on your own spit. She reminds you to swallow, then presses two razor sharp claws into your mouth. She reminds you how to use your body. The yellow slits squeeze you dry of will. She fills the space with her words, and the drugs in your body don't allow you to fight back. All you can do is jerk and twitch and quake, pleasure and pain. You know it isn't for your own sake, but for her entertainment. Once she starts to get bored of playing, you realize you've done this several times now. Time unwinds itself when she whispers words that leak through your mind, muddling the waters, making your more sluggish. Webbed inside and out, controlled, as she carves out what she doesn't like with her words and etches what she does with her claws, and her tools, and a fang dripping with venom. Cold wash surrounds you. Ice and water, pounding of your heart. You gasp awake and jolt, then lose the adrenaline to t…
October 23, 2024 at 6:28 PM
kittygoopaw.bsky.social
Royal authority and haughty princess plus vore
Fox princess who sits on her throne making decrees with her court and constantly snacking on the finest delicacies. Anyone who makes a jab or joke about her weight or habits gets sentenced to being her next meal to add some extra fat to her thighs and belly. Every now and then she has to get her dresses refitted at the local tailor who knows better than to question why she's going up in sizes so quickly, the low churning and small squirms from inside her stomach making the point quite clear.
October 23, 2024 at 6:26 PM
kittygoopaw.bsky.social
Incest is hot v.v
Sisters who practice kissing. Except "practice" happens more than once, and it's not just you asking your big sister for it. She comes to you and prods, tests, watches and waits. Gentle and firm, soft and yielding, forceful and rough. She says shes showing you all the ways she knows how, so clearly, it's fine. It becomes so normal you start to share soft kisses in between moments; passing in the hall, when you see one another in private, if you have to ask her for something she might demand one for "payment". When you eventually find someone you like to date, you just don't think they're quite as good at kissing as she is. Innocently, and perhaps a little devious, you bring your partner to your big sis's place and quietly ask her to help teach them. She grins with sharp teeth in her muzzle, chuckles softly, and rumbles to you, "Oh, sure...as long as they call me big sister, too."
October 23, 2024 at 6:25 PM