Ceres

“It was waaaaaayyy too damn easy, we just left a cupcake out and waited for one of those dumbass worm-heads to eat it then we swoop in and grab the bastard. I got him in an old warehouse that survived the weed’s rampage and we can start recording a hostage video like one of em old gen-vids.” Chuck says. “Well I don’t see him in here” I replied, the idiot either took me to the wrong warehouse or lost our one chance to get outa here. Just after I finish that thought Chuck opens a shipping container and I see a guy with too long wavy hair in a dress with a makeshift gag in his mouth and tears running from his blown out eyes. Seeing him I get a weird ping of jealousy and disgust but deciding not to dwell on those thoughts I shove them down. “Okay hold onto this,” Chuck says while putting a running camcorder in my hands and getting behind the boy. “Hey weeds!! We got one of your precocious slaves in a hidden location and if you don’t give us a shuttle with jump drive capabilities in one hour he dies.” Figuring that’s a going note to end on I hit stop and close the camcorder. Stealing a quick look at the floret, his eyes are like dinner plates and somehow crying twice the amount of tears. “Hey I know we’ve planned this for a little while but how do we post this and not get caught?” I say with more than a little mirth in my voice. “That’s a good que-“ Chuck is cut off when the warehouse doors are ripped open with I’d guess about two weeds behind them, but they are so large and formless I can’t really say. Also saying that unlike Chuck who is frozen I book it to the other side of the building. One of the things roars so loud that I drop to my knees only after a couple feet. Not very long after that while I’m clutching my ears I feel a pain in my side and everything goes black, fuck.

In stories puppies are always said to be leaky with their bits but where’s the representation for the dry puppies. The puppies that when going into heat get rug burn from humping the sofa or their owners leg too much. So yea this is my petition to have more characters who don’t leak in smutt stories anywho have a great day!

Do you ever think about mech pilots who want to become hounds not because they love killing or war (though it doesn’t hurt if they do) but because they hate acting like a human around the soldiers and all the noises that proliferate a military camp. Maybe one random day a handler gets a note on her table that just asks how to become a hound or a soldier looks a bit too longingly at the hound whenever she is nearby.

Had a thought while showering, trad-wives are conservative petplay

Do you ever think mech pilots scratch at the exit hatch of their mech when they know their handler is outside