Flux, Moon-Hexed Hound

Inspired by a conversation yesterday with @livvywivvyy.bsky.social, I present: CONQUEST A devout young recruit meets the Champion of the Eternal Sun, and the Light burns. Mind the tags. archiveofourown.org/works/89132906

if Handler beat me black and blue would you hold me while i cry or dig your fingers into the bruises

receives tummy rubs but in a dominant dogtop way btw

seems far-fetched at this point

wolf ears and tail surgery when. when wolf ears and tail surgery. and knot also. wolf ears and tail and knot surgery please ok. enhanced senses sure. yeah. let's do that. when are we getting it

okay but organic cage that locks over a girls cock and squeezes, vibrates, massages, teases her all throughout the day. Organic cage that extends a tendril back and inside her hole to massage her prostate and make her leak pathetically all day especially when she’s in front of her crush send skeet

a Chloe because it's been a while

It's my honeymoon. If you haven't yet, you should read it.

Yes, mother-in-law, you can invite yourself to stay with us for an entire week at an incredibly inconvenient time And I will command your daughter to kneel and feed her dog treats after she finishes polishing my boots in front of you Sorry, I d̶o̶n̶'̶t̶ make the rules.

thinking about the nullectomy again

Grabbing a girl's muzzle without consent is basically rape Your fingers weaving between the bars, the look of shock and anger as she tries pathetically to snap at the tips, so close she can taste them but can't touch them Your grip on her face controlling her whole body, leaving her rage impotent~

I need to draw nurse harrow turning mina ha into her personal little failfang more than I need air

Every time i hope it's the feral beast weed that'll make me attack my girlfriends with teeth and claws and every time it's the soft puppy weed that makes me sit on the floor and paw lovingly at my girlfriends

holding it down for all the girls that go nonverbal and lay down on the floor

Today someone called me "the most dedicated hound and service animal I've ever met" and 🥺🥺 I'm afraid I'll be basking in that one for the next ten thousand years

Realized today that marcie is shorter than i thought she was, she's just always walking on her tiptoes. i swear to God this autistic little creature

Poor puppy struggles so badly when I give it orders it can't follow. Like taking off my boot that's pressed firmly into its soft thigh. Especially when each time it fails I just press harder, and harder, and harder, until it can't even kneel while it scrabbles to try to follow orders.

And for my bootlickers. They need a polish. Think your tongue would be good enough for a Lady like me?

"It's okay," I sigh, and ruffle her hair. "I know. That woman's gone." she doesn't understand the words, but she's calmed by my touch and my tone. she leans her muzzle against my thigh. "you're a good dog."

I reminisce about her cunning. The times she got the upper hand. The way she'd find my soft spots and "twist the knife." she looks up with glassy eyes, "i believe you, Sir. i just. don't remember." her voice is small and apologetic.

Indirect kiss, but it's you feverishly worshipping the implements that are about to obliterate your mind, and all those who came before you, having been in the exact same position.

say this to her when she cries. then when she tries to argue, remind her not to fucking talk back

anyway marcie had a really good night last night