Potatoes Have Poisonous Berries

but I'm hearing there's a NSFW-friendly ko-fi alternative built on atproto that's actively in the works, and being vetted by lawyers right now. as torrent-princess (OP) says, you should be able to swap out payment processors while keeping your account intact. this matters since even if stripe removes support, you'll still have a shop and all of your links intact. (ATproto is an infrastructure that bsky is built on, but is far bigger than bsky with far more opportunities.)

additionally, the Free Speech Coalition is working on a credit union specifically for adult work (including kink art) - here's the link so you can add your interest & support. Since this will be built by sex workers, there'll be far less risk of being debanked for spurious and puritanical reasons.

on a domain TLD level, there's an initiative here for a .furry domain built from the ground up by seasoned furries; it's unclear whether they'll support NSFW, but it's yet another promising turn of events for a group that's been similarly affected by censorship.

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Li's side window. Human form of black wolf and great hawk are still in progress.

You stumble through the brush, keeping in mind the fragility of your frayed pants. Suddenly, you feel like you are being watched, but you can’t tell where the presence is. You are being hunted.

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character belongs to the lovely @just-dol-headshots <3

kylar the bully is a massive masochist. this isn't to say that og kylar wasn't one, cause we all know how he wouldn't even hesitate in being the PC's personal doormat—but swapped kylar is a masochist-masochist, like bottom-line irredeemable.

with each vod being plastered on his page, he sits at his desk, nibbling at his nails with a crooked grin, anxiously hoping you'd finally snap and decide to put him in his place.

you can't even imagine how much he's thought about it, fuck, he's basically jerked himself off day-after-day at the mere idea of it... but, even after a streak of videos made about you, you're still not retaliating—hm, no matter, he just needs to push a little more.

BAM!?

a moan-like gasp escapes from his throat as he was slammed against the cement wall of the classroom, your hands almost choking him with how tight you were grasping at his collar, eyes boiling with a rage he had dreamed of seeing. all done in an empty classroom no less.

good.

seems like he doesn't need to hold back either.

you chew him out, even slightly wetting his cheek with droplets of saliva from how pissed you were but nothing was going through that little head of his—nothing but the sheer beauty of your face steaming in red, the pleasure of your touch around his throat and your eyes on him. only him.

you paused when a pair of dainty hands weakly grasped at your wrists, eyes widening at what was truly staring back at you. emerald pupils containing an intensity you've never seen before, of love, of lust—utterly lovesick. your grip falters.

"aw, don't go all soft on me now. we were just, hah, getting to the good part... or do you need another little push, i can do that~ no, i won't stop dragging your little name into the dirt. not that now... hah... i've finally gotten your attention!"

...because any attention, is always good attention-

...if it's from you.

Anon, can I give you head- I mean give you hea-...

Anyway.

-

You knew what was coming when you booked in your leave, the cramps had started, and the random twinges of pain across your lower back and the base of your tail were becoming more than just annoying as you whine to yourself, already planning out when to get your hot water bottle ready and when to do a clean up between what are usually long sessions of 'self care'. What you weren't prepared for was the scene on your last day before you were off, with the minotaurs you work with sniffing around you, huffing and snorting at each other with this look in their eyes.

Why you were taking time off was discovered not an hour before you were meant to clock off.

Pinned is not a joking term for how you are treated after being wrangled and tracked down, brought to the break room and sat on one of the minotaurs' laps as the others look at you with big, sad eyes, huffing as they tell you that it's rude to think you'd sneak off, and waste a perfectly good breeding season on your own or god forbid with some runt of a bull! Why spend your time off locked up in your apartment when you could have them see to you, each one having a turn after their work and before the day starts!

They promise that they can share, that they can play nice, and they'll even let you pick who goes first, but to not leave them hanging and haunted by that delicious smell that was beginning to come from you.

You did think about it once, in that pre-season haze, taunting one or two of them into fucking you full and making good on their promises to have you calf'd and full, whimpering slightly as you look between the three minotaurs you work with and slowly nodding before laying down some rules. There will be no fighting, one day each, and you find out they have told anyone, and you mean anyone on your shared worksite, what has happened between the four of you, there will be hell to pay.

The three of them agree readily, turning to a game of rock, paper, scissors to see who goes first. The minotaur, whose lap you're sitting on, wins the best out of five they play, smirking and nuzzling into the crook of your neck before grumbling that he wants his turn now if he can. Waiting and watching as you look around the breakroom, noting the lack of cameras and how the door is firmly locked, you nod gingerly, despite being the day before your season actually starts, your body still reacts happily to the large bull that twirls your tail and waits for you to agree.

It's shocking how quickly you get stripped clothes handed off and folded up for safety, left sitting on the minotaurs' lap as he tucks his hands under your knees and huffs for one of the others to help him with his pants. Making sure you can watch as his jeans get tugged down enough to let his cock spring free, already hard and leaking against your inner thigh as he sighs and shifts the firm grip he has on your thighs.

Being held like this, hefted and positioned into a full nelson, as the minotaur hisses for you to watch as he lines himself up, the little laugh he let out when you whimper a soft moo at the sight of the tip of his cock is deep and you hardly notice that you've instictivly curled your tail around his waist as he sinks home inside you. Shushing the small noises you make and using his strength to make sure he goes slowly, working you down his cock and seating himself deep enough that when prompted to you can almost feel him through your stomach, or at least it feels like you could.

The other two watch as you're practically bounced on the other minotaurs cock, eyes lidded and soft, speckled ears bouncing with every upward thrust, tail coiled around his waist and hands scrabbing to hold onto something as you're fucked hard. More being used like a fleshlight than a partner as you happily moan and wail, the once wide-eyed look of surprise from how deep inside you he was gives way to blissful, fucked out drooling.