A Mechanized Heart Never Misses a Beat

it picked her up like it was nothing mid-bath and turned her back and forth in its tremendous claws, curiously inspecting her. she's not particularly scared; she knows the great spirits are wise and gentle and slow to anger. when it pinned her against the rough bark of a tree with one gigantic bird-foot, she tried not to struggle. it's bad fortune to irritate the spirits

she had figured when she first saw it that it was undignified of her to be nude in the spirit's presence and she apologized profusely for bathing in a lake that she could then reasonably assume to be sacred. thankfully, the dragon spirit didn't seem to mind much. if anything, it found her curious and intriguing

the spirit's tongue doesn't feel much how she imagined. yeah, it's probably some kind of disrespectful to touch herself thinking about the spirits, but she did that fairly frequently when she was younger, and she always imagined they would have wet textured tongues like a human or maybe a dog. instead, the spirit's tongue is mostly dry but very slippery like silky satin, with just the tiniest hint of roughness, and it's incredibly gentle for being the thickness of her arm

one long fork is twining between her legs as the other curls up her chest and teases her nipples. she stifles a gentle whine as it folds back on itself inside her, stretching her wider. she's trying to stay quiet; she's decently far from the soldiers' camp but she still doesn't want to take the risk of someone overhearing her and finding out she's not a man.

there's barely any tongue inside her. it's a lot for her, probably nearly a foot now, but that pales in comparison to the softly pink, muscular 10 feet hanging in midair between her and the massive head softly breathing on her. it's so embarrassing how undone she's coming, surely the spirit doesn't want to see her make a fool of herself! but it feels so nice...

her back arches as the fork inside her brushes something sensitive. the great spirit snorts and curls its tongue again, prodding that spot with the tip repeatedly until she's thrashing around under its claws, but before she can cum it stops dead, leaving her looking down at the completely still tongue and trying to wiggle around on it to push herself over, with no luck at all

she asks the spirit why it stopped, and it doesn't answer her, but it does start moving its tongue inside her again gently as the other fork curls up along her head and prods at her lips. she fails to hold back her grin as she eagerly opens her mouth, grabbing at the body of the fork and licking the tip with her own tongue as it fills her mouth. the dragon makes a chuffing sound as she starts bucking her hips against the fork between her legs

for how turned on she is, her orgasm is surprisingly gentle and flows like a river. the dragon spirit pulls its tongue back, one tine leaving her throat empty and the other curling from her folds with a wet sound, then lays her down on one of its coils and gently licks her entire body clean as she giggles

pros: yay! i finally look like a guy! people think im a man!

imagine. a beautiful dragon still unsure of how to even move her new limbs accidentally rubbing her snout against the floor and letting out the most pathetic needy whine as she proceeds to do little else, utterly reveling in how right it feels.

she cant even form words, syrinx utterly unfamiliar to her still, and her attempts at questions about whether this is even real- or whether this is right- or whether shes allowed to even feel like this- all coming out as nothing more than pleading trilling and growling and whining...

and then a human gets her hands under the dragons snout and she collapses comically, completely, soft putty in her companions hands. shes not even present enough to be embarrassed, wings twitching and tail thumping so rapidly against the floor its less of a beat and more a sustained tone. her whines reach higher and higher pitches as fingernails find the exact spots at the base of her jaw to make her tongue involuntarily flick in and out, her desperate sloppy attempts at nuzzling far too weak because she cant bear to be untouched for even a second.

it doesnt take long after that for the dragoness to fall completely asleep (pinning her companion of course, for how could she move when the new and beautiful beast atop her whines so sadly every time she removes her hand?) and perhaps later when she wakes she will be fiercely mortified, memories completely intact as to how she acted.

oh she can insist that it was just a one off thing, that it was the effects of a foreign and yet affirming transformation, but every time someone catches her by surprise with claw, paw, or hand in just the right spot down her soft nose... she could hardly be blamed for the undignified noises she lets out, truly!

imagine. a beautiful dragon still unsure of how to even move her new limbs accidentally rubbing her snout against the floor and letting out the most pathetic needy whine as she proceeds to do little else, utterly reveling in how right it feels.

she cant even form words, syrinx utterly unfamiliar to her still, and her attempts at questions about whether this is even real- or whether this is right- or whether shes allowed to even feel like this- all coming out as nothing more than pleading trilling and growling and whining...

and then a human gets her hands under the dragons snout and she collapses comically, completely, soft putty in her companions hands. shes not even present enough to be embarrassed, wings twitching and tail thumping so rapidly against the floor its less of a beat and more a sustained tone. her whines reach higher and higher pitches as fingernails find the exact spots at the base of her jaw to make her tongue involuntarily flick in and out, her desperate sloppy attempts at nuzzling far too weak because she cant bear to be untouched for even a second.

it doesnt take long after that for the dragoness to fall completely asleep (pinning her companion of course, for how could she move when the new and beautiful beast atop her whines so sadly every time she removes her hand?) and perhaps later when she wakes she will be fiercely mortified, memories completely intact as to how she acted.

oh she can insist that it was just a one off thing, that it was the effects of a foreign and yet affirming transformation, but every time someone catches her by surprise with claw, paw, or hand in just the right spot down her soft nose... she could hardly be blamed for the undignified noises she lets out, truly!

Bc so many ppl focus on the idea of telling A Trusted Adult, but even a well-meaning individual can fuck up and let abuse fall through the cracks or not know what to do

Whereas if a child tells LOADS of adults AND other kids, there's far less opportunity for an abuser to do damage control

Consistently telling their story and spreading it around disempowers the abuser to control and coerce the flow of information, or to utilise gaps and weaknesses in systems of reporting or welfare to isolate the child

I used to work at a TV station in Ohio. On weekends, we only had an 11pm news broadcast. Not much happened on weekends, ya know? I worked Monday-Friday 9-5, but someone on the weekend shift quit, so I also had to come in at 9pm on Sat/Sun to work the 11pm news. It was brutal. I worked seven days a week, even if two of them were ~3hrs.

This was a particularly bad winter. One Saturday, we had a level 2 snow emergency: That means you should only travel if you absolutely must. Like, it's not uncommon for cops to pull you over in level 2 emergencies to ask where you're going and why. It is genuinely dangerous to drive in that much snow.

I told my boss as much, how I almost crashed on the way home at 12:30am after a news broadcast. I told him I would need to call off if there were a snow emergency again during a night snow.

He told me, point blank, "If you ever call me about the goddamn snow, I will take it as a call of resignation."

And that was that! The very next Saturday, snow fell again. It was a level 2, but would become level 3 by sunup. Level 3 means driving is literally illegal except for ambulances and snow plows. I stared out the window, watching the snow, and I had to make a choice.

"Will I die for this? Will I kill myself to keep this job?" I made $11/hr.