Puppy Maple

“There’s my good girl, keep going.”

“You’re too high? No baby, you’re just overheating. Let’s take these clothes off.”

“Shh, it’s okay. You’re so beautiful like this.”

“You’re dizzy? Lay down, sweetheart. Let me take care of you.”

“Don’t worry about what my hands are doing. You want a body high don’t you?”

Throughout the day, my pussy buzzes and it slowly starts to make me wet. The boys trade remotes, so I end up being played with by multiple guys.

After lunch, the vibrators come out, and when I walk into my next class, the girl's desks all have some kind of dildo on them. One of the boys drags me over to one of the bigger dildos, and he and his buddies impale me on it, ignoring me when I tell them it's too big. Class starts, and I'm forced to cock warm this huge toy the entire time.

After classes, they take us to a room where we're all stripped and strapped down to tables. I tug at my bonds, but it doesn't help. The boy from earlier comes up, dick out. It's the same size as the toy from earlier. He was warming me up.

He doesn't wait and he isn't gentle. He slams his cock into me, laughing when I cry. He tells me what a good girl I am, how sluts like me belong on his cock, how good I feel. Finally, he cums, and he leaves. Other boys take turns with me for hours, but none of them fill me up like him.

A microfic:

"Feralist?"

The veterinarian handling intake asked, gesturing to the little sleeping terran cradled in my vines.

"Oh, no she's quite docile. She reached out for medical help and then fell asleep in my vines on the way over here"

The veterinarian cooed and layed a tendril across the little terran's cheek.

"awww adorable! What sort of medical care does she need?"

"based on a field assessment it seems she is suffering with acute fatigue and dehydration which are likely exacerbated by several nutrient deficiencies based on the state of other terrans on this station."

The veterinarian acknowledged my assessment and motioned for me to pass the little creature over into eir vines.

"I believe that is likely, yes. Why don't we do a full work up here while she's asleep"

As I passed the terran over, she stirred slightly, letting out an adorable discontented grumble to be leaving my vines. Both the veterinarian and I cooed in adoration. The vet quickly slipped a class Z into her thigh to keep her asleep for the examination.

As the veterinarian busied emself with taking blood and physically examining the cute little creature, e cast a portion of eir attention at me.

"Think you've found your next floret in this one?"

I hesitated, I could feel my leaves fluffing in surprise. I hadn't been thinking that, but now that the veterinarian mentioned it I felt my core pulse with wanting and taking and caring emotions, conflicting with my preconcieved plans to drop the terran off here and let another handle her wardship.

"I was thinking that with how she was able and willing to reach out for help she would likely have a decent chance at independence actually."

The veterinarian's biorhythm took on a piercing, amused, good-naturedly conspiratorial quality. E definitely noticed the conflict and want in my own rhythm.

"She might, but you can't have missed how quickly her breathing synched to your biorhythm. I think you might have found that new pet you've been looking for. Especially if she wakes up in your vines on a small dose of class C."

The wanting and taking in my core redoubled. We would definitely be doing that. I could already imagine the docile, overawed expression she would have as she awoke to her new life under my care. I ruffled my leaves in excitement and anticipation.

"I suppose I'd better schedule a core sample and an implantation surgery then!"

The veterinarian ruffled eir vines in amusement.

"Yes I rather think you had better. We can take care of the core sample as she's sleeping off the class Z"

I shuddered in anticipation

♡ teaches me to be quiet and obedient when men skullfuck me

♡ beats me til i cry when he's horny, frustrated, or just bored

♡ kicks me when i forget my place

♡ only pulls out as punishment

♡ shares me with his friends

♡ drugs me if i don't shut up when he uses me

♡ reminds me i am always less than him

♡ reminds me i can be always be replaced by a newer, prettier, tighter set of holes

♡ tells me how to dress, exercise, eat, do my hair, do my makeup, walk, and speak or not speak to please men

Her room became cluttered, she lost track of the days

Dreams once lucid became lynchian

The world narrowed to only the stifling walls she inhabited

She forgot how an embrace even felt, she longed for simple eye contact…

With friends, with acquaintances, with a random stranger (fuck, with anyone)

The security of his lap provided a refuge from her dog-days and despair

The sound of his strong hands typing at his work station

If she acts like a stuck up, entitled bitch she's asking for it.

If she's dressed in a way that turns you on it's consent.

If she's had too much to drink it's consent.

If you bought her dinner it's consent.

If she doesn't lock her door or windows it's consent.

If she's out waking alone it's consent.

If she screams "no" and fights back, she's just playing hard to get.

If even once she's ever even accidentally gotten wet to the thought of it it's consent.

If she never reports it, then it was consent.

If she's wet when you do it, then she was begging for it.

I want to drug you knowingly. I want you to fight with all of your strength, kicking, swinging and thrashing against my hold. Slowly growing weaker and weaker until you’ve drained yourself completely. The back of your head forced upon my shoulder, your fatigued whimpers slipping through my fingers— as you look up to me, petrified and helpless. Your lashes flicker, the last burst of energy before your eyes roll back.

i need him to force my clothes off and hold me down while he fingers me for hours.

i need to be so overstimulated that i cry.

everyone knows I want something to happen. why else would I wear such a short skirt and low-cut shirt & keep bending over to make sure everyone knows there's nothing underneath?