Queer Queen Of The Deer

Notice how the brain is nice and smooth, too :3

the idea of being so little, embarrassing, and gross all at the same time and you dont even get to hide it at all drives me wild I swear

just imagine, locked up in diapers, so pent up and desperately needing a release, but you're on the floor in front of mommy and big sis. you need to have an eye kept on you, cuz ur so small— but you also feel so needy that you can't control your impulses anymore

Do you want me to take them off? They have this really elegant zipper on the side. Take them off for me.

Yeah, there you go well done.

Aren't they pretty? I wonder if its about the shoe or if its about whats inside them. You don't know do you?

Do me a favor baby, kiss it. Kiss the shoe, right on the top there. Its okay no need to be embarrassed.

Yeah. You liked that, I can tell.

Tell you what, you are gonna get a chance to kiss them more often. No thats not a request, its a fact.

no elaborate punishments, no kinky scenes, no tying you up and having their way with you

every time you mouth off, call them a weed, say you'll never be their pet, they just pop it right in

their vines are too fast for you to see and they can get it right in there when you open your mouth to chew them out

and when you spit it out it just goes right back in

they keep doing it over and over again whenever you give them the opportunity

maybe this is what breaks you but maybe too you figure out you can just shut up whenever you decide to make a fuss

so your affini finds a solution to that as well

they find the spots that *make* you open your mouth, whether it's with moans or giggles

and *then* they pop the paci in

and over time, you start fighting less and less

you start accepting the paci and sitting there with it

and maybe eventually you realize it's actually doing What It Says On The Tin or maybe you don't, but either way you're officially pacified

eventually you're going to learn that it's no use fighting against any of this

Now then.

Contents on the table:

Affini: ‹Pet clicker›

Separator: ‹Opaque Separator›

Free Terran?: ‹Empty›

Affini: “I have a flashlight. What about you, darling?~”

Free Terran?: “h-huh,,? i--”

The table on the collared human girl side seemed empty until she noticed a piece of paper with something written on it.

The confused human girl tilts her head as she picks up the piece of paper.

aa-- >///< oh,, no.. it's not even true--

What do you have, darling?~

...i -...i --i have a puppy >///<

Can you make your puppy speak?

i- knew itt >///<

Can you make your puppy speak, darling~?

nn-×× w-.. w-woof... >///<

Oh, my… That sounds like a good puppy~.

d-damnit-- >-< c-can you t-turn on the f-flashlight..?

Yes! Of course, darling~.

*click* *click*

As someone with a flavor of mental illness that simultaneously makes me desperately need help, but also be absolutely terrified of it with all my heart, I would still suffer in a world where the Affini followed human conventions of consent. I would do what I've always done and hide my problems, pretend everything is fine, or frustrate medical workers until they deem me treatment resistant and give up (which has happened several times now).

In such a world, I'd refuse Class E's, only cautiously accept Class G's, and go on my merry way slowly tearing myself apart, with expectations of living to 30 at best, 25 at worst. Any time I'd be offered domestication, I'd refuse not because I don't want it, but because I'm pathologically inclined to refuse such a thing no matter what.