Human
Men
Deserve
Rape

Nips are so gross

>>81925631
waifurs twisting your nips for being naughty

>>81925655
No the slur for Japanese "people"

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>thank you for complying with the sniff search.

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i want an officer to abuse me

>>81925762
Why are her hands so big?

>>81925911
better for grippin humans

>>81925911
you know what they say about dog waifurs with big hands

>>81925963
fops my beloved. there are not enough foxes in this thread

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Would you make a good paw pillow for your domfur?

Red, raw pawprints on human butts

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>>81925977

The local anthro bully calls me saltlick.... invades my personal space all the time with that mouth of hers. I didn't even know tongues could reach down a shirt before.

>>81926028
Crooked over her knee getting spanked.

What anthro would be most appropriate for a creepy, hooded figure you encounter in some weird spooky place? A cat? A wolf?

>>81927073
Coyote

>>81927073
Bat.

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>>81927073
hmmm yes I believe a YEEN would be a nice fit for this theme

>>81927079
The yote requires your bloodline for something. Do you accept?
>Yes
>I would like to say no, but she is scary so Yes

>>81927229
Please anon, you can't just keep putting YEENS everywhere! Think about the story integrity!

In Anthromania, a "handjob" refers to when you finger pussy, and a blowjob is when you eat her out.

>>81927596
>Anthromania
That sounds like a disease of sorts.

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>>81926028
In the anthrostate your wife can put you on a mandatory exercise routine like obligatory hip thrusts and squats, plus diet so you have the ideal body of her choice

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>>81927695
>going on daily runs with your wife
>massaging her muscles after a workout
>washing her fur in the shower afterward
>finish with thirty minutes of her testing your "flexibility"
people act like the anthrostate is so awful, but really it wants what's best for humans and anthros.

>>81927653
So does Romania

>>81927748
I hate it when my hyena wife makes me do glute exercises because she wants me to have a big butt

>>81927904
When I do squats and treadmill at the gym I imagine getting my legs and butt big for my future wolf gf

>>81927073
your mom

>>81927695
>Got assigned to the owner of the Badger Bakery
>Perfect body ruined by all the sweets she makes me eat
>She likes to squish the chub and poke fun at me
There is literally no protein in this house, it's all baked goods.

>>81926026
The best

>>81927904
Fag

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got buried last thread because schizos were spamming bait. this fic got an update with art in it now

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57018130/chapters/215207461

>>81929157
i ctrl-f'd for "STORYxUPDATE" so the author probably forgot to put it in his post. if i make the next OP i'll remember

>>81929183
It's not really an update.

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>>81929183
he said it wasnt a real update so he probably omitted it on purpose. If anyone hasnt read this yet it is a certified adhg banger and now would be a great time to read it.
Also he didnt answer my question last thread of if his new story he teased coming soon would feature yeens?? yes I am this poster >>81927229

>>81929243
>>81929288
oh okay. then i won't put it in next OP but i still really liked the story

>>81929157
>Spamming bait
Not when this update was posted

Fags who call shit "bait" usually post dogshit without realizing.

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big wolp

>>81929958
>tfw weak soft massilian human meeting celtic awoo

>>81929928
example A:

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>>81929958
i love big wolps im a wolp lover kiss wolps and pet wolps

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>>81930062
>>81929958
3000 warps sent to vulnerable human man coordinates

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>>81929958
I need to focus on giving Matilda fluffier fur and meatier paws when I draw her in the future.

>>81929288
Yea I didn't wish to mislead people. Sorry I missed the question op. Yes, it's going to be yeens!

>>81929301
pleased to hear it anon! idk the etiquette so I mean if you wanna put it in the OP w/ a disclaimer I'd be fine with it but if the other anons think that's a bad idea do was you feel

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>>81930156
>Yes, it's going to be yeens!
yippee!!!

I dont think theres a set etiquette, imo its probably fine to put in the op given it's still additional content and effort that a thread writer put into their story. You even added an extra chapter too :^)

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>>81930152
>fluffier fur
>meatier paws
>>Matilda
i dont know if thats physically possible but I would love to see you try. She is already so big and meaty and fluffy

>>81925576
Why is officer Ranija like 4' tall?

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>>81930349
When I say fluffier fur I mean something like picrel; more tufts that point outward instead of down along her body. But on second thought, maybe her hands are big enough. Sometimes I feel like her feet-paws are a tad smaller than they should be to support all that Matilda, though.

>>81929928
Trvke

>>81930440
I don't want to be capable of cumming unless my canine wife tells me to.

>>81930670
That's not a wife that's just a bully
>>81930440

>>81931192
Synonyms

>>81931363
You want to marry a middle schooler?

This thread's dropped a few iq points recently.

>>81930619
that pic is insane with her neck fluff, imagine how deep you would need to bury your arm in there just to give scratches
also
>Threesome I
im very curious in how you will handle part II

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>>81926511

>>81931568
You want to marry a middle school bully?

>>81931568
And if you leave it will go up again.

>>81931568
For real

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>>81931579
Part 2 will just be some interaction between Matilda and Mrs. Blackwell, Part 3 will have the action.

>>81930440
Gross. I hate the Japs so fucking much, it isn't even a lack of awareness on what cunnilingus us.

>>81930156
just found this story yesterday, wanted to tell ya good stuff, been on ahuge Yeen kick lately

>>81927397
WE ALWAYW NEED MORE ANON

>>81927964
Glad its not only me doing that since leg/butt day is today

>>81931980
Matilda's tits really should be classed as deadly weapons, putting them side by side with Mrs. Blackwell just shows how large they truly are.

>>81931568
Noticed this too but don't understand why

Does someone remember what the story where a human dude gets kidnapped and turned into a sex slave by a buff bnnuy girl was called? I forgot

>>81933993
You ask this every thread. This story is your obsession.

>>81934036
its a classic, what can you say

>>81934036
What's with the schizo accusation? i'm just asking a question

Ha. Like "Who's on first".

I get it.

>>81934078
Nta but ive seen this asked at least 3 times in the last few threads

>>81934715
Well i only came here right now because i remembered that story, i don't really care if you believe me or not

You know what would be kinda cool? Being dommed by a penguin.

>>81927964
Same but eating an entire frozen pizza and watching YouTube videos

>>81934992
I'd rather get domed by one

>>81935088
Like, she bonks you on the head?

>>81935543
With a bullet

>>81935735
>needing weapons instead of using her netural gifts

Speaking of domed in the head.

>>81936131
>I'm going to gift you so fucking hard when Christmas comes around
>There will be nothing left of you except a red, or perhaps green pile of wrapping paper, with many bows, squirming at intervals

>>81936131
My gf would use her superior female intellect to create weapons

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Anons!
Your favorite waifur is taking (you) out on a date. What's your dream date with her like? And how does she take the lead romancing you?
>(No sex though! You haven't earned it yet.)

>>81936445
I would be asking her on a date and trying to impress her

>>81936445
I might have low standards because it's hard for me to imagine more peak than her holding my hand and letting me lean into her. The context could be anything and that would already make it peak.

>>81936445
Dinner, somewhere nice but not super fancy, and then watching a movie at her place while we cuddle on the couch. But the best date would be any where we get to cuddle together.

Femdom?

>>81936445
Femdom Dinner, somewhere nice but not super maledommy, and then watching a femdom movie at her place while we femdom cuddle on the femdom couch. But the best date would be any where we get to femdom together.

>>81936445
Non kosher grill off in front of that dumb jew wall, while she pees on it.
>"This is what you get for not believing me sooner Anon!"
>"My musky chemical agent fops piss!!!"

>>81936445
Humming burb. She takes me to a large public flower garden and shows me all her favorite species while she autistically babbles interesting facts about them. After that we go for dinner and ice cream sweets. She insists that she pays because she makes WAY more money than I ever could. I carry her bags because I want to. She drops me off at my home with a pitcher of a nectar drink she wants me to try and a respectful kiss. She promises to teach me naughtier stuff later.

>>81928279
How does mom look like

>>81936445
>Hell hound GF takes you to her favorite part of the trench line.
>Abandoned fort tower, high up so you can't smell the dead.
>Can't start a fire in the rain, so you have to cook the food over her fiery back.
>A foul up at the ration factory has both your food come out meaty, and piping hot once cooked.
>Her food aggression is ok, and she barely eats from your bowl, even leaving a particularly big piece for you, despite how easy it is to take.
>She reveals that she smuggled some sweet smelling flowers for you.
>In turn you give her the fire proof socks you stole for her.
>Realize how soft her eyes have been on you.
>Realize if you get bombed tomorrow, you hope your ashes can hug each other until the end of time
>Cue play wrestling, into snuggles for sleepy time (Her on top of course)

>>81937526
>is hellhound
>can be burned to ash
Ermmmmm wtf?

I couldnt ask for worse thread mates

>>81938206
Burned /= Blown up and atomized
Or perhaps Anon is being romantic, and doesn't want to think about Hellhound GF having to shower off his ashes after -0HP ing an artillery shell.
I think she would be sad if you got blown up in front of her Anon :(

>>81938265
play nice or your waifur is going to choke you again

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>>81938265
you should try leaving if you hate it here so much. or post something worth looking at

>>81937212
Fox waifurs can weaponize their piss with how badly it stinks.

>>81938315
>Thank goodness :)
>This kind wolf lady has drank all the alcohol so that it won't spoil, for it is well known that wolves can't digest alcohol, merely storing and preserving it in their big fluffy bellies before peeing it back out again.
>I was so worried for a moment.
>She is so very kind, cracking open another cask and drinking it like that :)

>>81938282
But I'm sad thinking of my hellhound wife dying :(

>>81938387
>Never forget the 6 million grossed out shrews

>>81938415
Respectfully, What's the matter with you? I just floated the idea that she can survive a direct hit from heavy artillery, which I am now going to treat as a fact since it is more helpful for Femdom.
With all due respect what the fuck could kill her?

Real /hmofa/ posting hours

>>81938467
Oh right. Ig I was still thinking about her getting atomized. Mb.

>>81938606
It's ok Anon :)
Even if you get bombed to hell, she'll summon you back to tax payer land so you can give her lots of pups.
And if you go to Heaven, she will paw at the pearly gates until they toss ur ass out for her to chew on.

>>81938669
>constantly dragged back to reality to serve in the forever war by your hellhound officer gf
>all the pain and fire and burning is worth it when she pats your head and calls you a good little grunt

>>81938700
>The skinless sacks of dead meat that blew you up this time should have known better
>BUT SO SHOULD YOU ANON!
>Initiate maneuver P.R.A.S. (Post Resurrection Apology Sex)

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>>81938669
>she chews your ass?

>>81939339
It was a turn of phrase, seeing as it would be unlikely for angels to rip off your ass meat when they could simply toss out your whole body.
She of course would like to chew every part of you Anon. Maybe even rim you if you've been a good little grunt :)

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My bat gf is immortal

>>81939387
I need to be in a relationship like>>81931755 since I have a toned ass that jiggles

>>81940184
>toned ass that jiggles
holy cope

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>>81925576
STORYxUPDATE
Julia
Chapter 2: Carnival of the Animals
https://archiveofourown.org/works/81099551/chapters/215566591
>Long, furry arms wrap around you from behind, pulling you against someone's tummy.
>"Johnny booooy!" Sings a familiar voice, her hands shaking you playfully. "Johnny Johnny Johnny! How's my favorite little brother?"
>You put down your book and look up at the tall, smarmy faced raccoon girl who beams with a mischievous smile.
>Her name is Sammy, and in your 12 year old world she's the coolest person alive.
>"I'm good Sammy!" You chirp, returning her smile with your own. "Just doing my summer reading."
>She peers over your shoulder at the cover, nuzzling your cheek as she leans down. "Oh yeah? Is that My Side of The Mountain? Gosh, I loved that book when I read it! All that stuff about living in the wilderness made me want to run away from home. Did you get to the part with the--?"
>"No spoilers!" You groan, covering your ears. "I'm only halfway through!”
>You jump when the book disappears from your lap, and look up again to see your sister holding it upside down.
>"Ahh yes, the mountains, very romantic! Reading about nature doesn't really hold a candle to the real thing, though. Speaking of which…"
>A pair of hiking boots drops unceremoniously into your lap. Confused, you look up to see Sammy rummaging through your closet. "Get your freckly butt in gear. We leave in 10 minutes!”
>"Leave for what?" You ask, dodging a sweatshirt and pair of wool socks.
>"The woods, duh! We can't exactly go camping around here, can we?"
>"We're going camping? But what about my piano lessons?"
>"Already made the call. You're skipping this week."
>"I'm not even packed!"
>*Ziiiiip!* "You are now!" She declares, presenting your overstuffed backpack.
>"Sammy!"
>"Okaaaaaay!" Groans your sister, smirking as she holds her hands up in surrender.

>>81940851
>"You got me! There's no Shanghai-ing the smart one. I was supposed to go camping with some friends from boot camp this week, but they all flaked on me and I thought you and I could go instead.”
>Your backpack is placed gently at the foot of your bed. Sammy gets down on her knees, resting her hands on your shoulders.
>"I don't know how long it'll be until I can come home next, and I really wanna spend some extra time with you while I have the chance. Won't you go on one last adventure with me, Johnny?”
>You glance at your summer reading report, still unfinished, and bite your lip. "I don't think I should... Mom says I'm supposed to--"
>Warm raccoon mitts gently stroke your neck. "Pleeeease lil' B? For me? Mom said it’d be good for you to get more."
>Looking Sammy in the eyes, you smile sheepishly before putting your socks on.
>"...okay. If mom says it's fine."
>"Yay!~" Sammy cheers, and no sooner have you finished tying your shoes has she thrown you over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes and started carrying you down the stairs.
>She freezes in places though when she hears arguing coming from the kitchen. ”Ahh, double damn.”
>"-do this! You ALWAYS do this, Jack! It's like you complain just to complain, no matter what I do! Did you even think that doing your duty might not be--!"
>"Again, AGAIN! Are you maliciously ignoring me, or are you just as moronic as your own mother? Here's a thought: how about YOU wear the fucking dog collar for once, and I--!"
>The quarrel escalates when someone throws something against the wall.
>It's enough to snap your sister out of her daze and send her dashing for the front door.
>"I'm so sorry you had to hear that buddy..." Sammy whispers as she steps outside and puts you down. “I was trying to get you away from this.”
>"It's okay. I'm used to it now."
>Looking around you see on one side of the porte-cochère are two dirt bikes, weighed down with camping equipment.

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>>81940869
>On the other side is a familiar stranger wearing a perforated racing jacket and thumbing a black helmet as she leans against one of the decorative columns.
>You swallow. That's Mom's new bodyguard... The quiet one with the sunglasses. Even if she’s friendly and polite with you, something about her has always made you feel…
>Sensing your nervousness, Sammy gently pushes you forward. "I know I said it would be just us, but you know how Mom is. Julia's really cool, I promise."
>Hearing that hardly makes you feel any better. Worse, once your bag has been stowed and your helmet properly fastened Sammy picks you up and places you on the back of Julia’s motorcycle.
>"It's okay little guy. I don't bite." Says the she-wolf soothingly. Ahead of you, your sister climbs onto her dirt bike and fires up the engine. "Wrap your arms around my waist and hold on tight, okay Johnny?"
>You do just that after a moment's hesitation, and are surprised by just how comfortable it feels. Something about the way her body is, how firm her muscles are and the feminine curve of her figure...
>Your own engine starts, and the ground begins to move under you.
>Well, you're a bit too young to understand what this tingling is. Give it a year or two.
—
>You spill your stomach contents onto the ground in an alley near the old strip mall.
>Adventures with Sammy… the highlight of your childhood. It's been 6 years since she took you on that trip, and 6 years since Julia appeared in your life.
>That was a good memory, at least. Far worse ones have come up over this last, miserable year. Why would Mom ever think using Sammy like that was okay?
>You need to ground yourself, or you're going to puke again. Focus on where you are.
>Hear the sounds of the crowd, the chatter of adults and the happy screams of little kids. Smell the popcorn cooking, the musk of sweaty anthros, and the odor of greasy carnival food wafting through the air.

>>81940883
>Straighten your back, roll your shoulders, and look around the corner at the entry lines already reaching around the block. Feel the cool autumn air on your face, and finish your return to reality.
>Part of you knows you should feel bad for running off and giving your mother a heart attack, but it's like Julia said: Can anyone really blame you after what's happened this year?
>Looking around and finding the area deserted, you reach into your coat and take out your sister’s pocket knife. She was the one who found this little shortcut, back on one of your earlier adventures.
>Creeping down the alley, you hang right at the intersection of buildings and stop when you reach the end.
>Keeping a keen eye out, you carefully cut through the zip ties holding the old chain link fence to its post, then slip through the gap.
>It’d be a tight squeeze for an anthro, but it’s not for a little human like you.
>You take a look around once on the other side, and put some distance between you and the fence. At any other time of year this space would be just a barren lot of gravel and weeds, but this is October.
>It's Harfest time, despite the rename, and all the plastic bags and broken beer bottles have been swept aside for this extra special occasion.
>The alley deposited you right in the middle of a long row of food vendors. Further down the way, a live band is belting out this year’s hottest, most politically-safe hits.
>And the whole of it rests under a canopy of shadow, cast by the towering carnival rides that draw so many young people.
>You take a few steps forwards, your tie flapping in the evening breeze. That one there, the ferris wheel… that was Sammy’s favorite. She made you go on it every year.
>It won't be the same without her though.
>”Excuse me, young man!”
>Damnit.
>Off to your right a pudgy panda girl in an orange “STAFF” vest trots towards you, waving her hand in the air.

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>>81940894
>Kinda rich she's calling you “young man;” By the look of it she's barely a year or two older than you are.
>Play it cool, Jon. You've done nothing wrong as far as she knows.
>”Can I help you, miss?”
>”Uhh, n-no. Yes! Kind of, uhh…” She says, stammering. “I-I saw you all alone over here looking sad. Do you need help finding your guardian, Mr. Human?”
>”Yeaaaaah, no. My sister is just down this way, actually. She went to the bathroom.” You say, trying to look casual as you walk off.
>If this girl notices you didn’t buy a wrist band you're screwed.
>”I can chaperone while we wait for her, if you'd like.”
>”Thanks but no thanks.”
>You pick up the pace, and she gives a frustrated whine.
>”Sir, I think that's a really bad idea. People have been getting really rowdy at night, and I'd feel awful if you got hurt!”
>”I won't be.” You say, feeling more and more irritated. The panda’s hand brushes your arm, and you take off running again.
>Why can they never keep their filthy paws to themselves?! Mom, Julia, the girls at school, strangers on the damn STREET! God, do all these animals have to be unbearable?!
>You don't hear this one chasing you though, which is odd. Suspicious, you turn around once you're a safe distance away.
>Sure enough, the panda is still standing where you were, and talking to someone you can't see.
>A tall, dark wolf in a sweat stained business suit enters your field of view from the direction of the main entrance, her face a mask of worry as she exchanges a few hasty words.
>The panda points in your direction, and the wolf’s eyes meet yours.
>Double damn.
>You dash to the right, and Julia gives chase.
—
>10 minutes later finds you panting and leaning against one of the midway’s game booths. Some “find the rubber duck” thing little kids like.
>You managed to lose Julia in the tangle of food trucks and thrill rides, using the taller stands as cover while you doubled back.

>>81940902
>Risky, but she always gets tunnel vision when she's fixated on something. Julia won't think to look for you near the parking lot.
>God… all this effort for a chance at a few midway games, and maybe a go at the ferris wheel. Part of you wants to just give up and go home.
>Another part of you knows that Sammy wouldn't give up, if she was in your position. If anything, she'd have dragged you along for the ride and be trying to get you to have fun in spite of everything.
>She’d play it off as if it were all one big game, with a good time at the carnival as the grand prize. “The adrenaline just makes it more exciting, right Johnny?”
>Looking around, you spot a water gun race across the “street” from you. That’s as good a place as any to start your runaway carnival adventure, you suppose.
>The anthro running the game, a green eyed collie wearing an orange vest and a cheery smile, does a double take when she sees you sit down.
>”Uhh, wow! Hi there, champ! You looking for your guardian?”
>”Nnnope.” You say, plucking a $1 bill from your wallet.
>”Ahh, okay. She’s around then?”
>”Yyyup.”
>You scoot the bill forward and tap it with your fingers.
>”Cool…” She says, her eyebrow quirked. “You know the rules?”
>Leaning down, you line up your eyes with the sights and take aim just a hair above the target. That’s always the trick with these things.
>“Shoot the water, hit the target, fill the balloon until it pops.”
>”Hehe, smart boy…” the collie says cautiously, and takes your note. She seems to be gesturing to someone behind you about something.
>Probably you, really. Bet they’re asking security if anyone’s made a lost human report.
>6 minutes or so pass before you've got enough players to start: 7 little kids, 2 moms, and a young father with bags under his eyes, hyping his kittens up to try and beat daddy.
>Everyone’s come with someone except for you, and every minute is making you feel more and more tired.

>>81940798
I’m not fat I’m fit and a lil bit chubby from winter bulking

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>>81940914
>What was all this for without her here beside you…? What are you even doing?
>Why can’t you just slow down and *think* about what you’re doing for once?
>The game is about to start when the collie’s ears go up, followed by the less noise sensitive mammals. You hear it dead last, naturally.
>Turning around, you see a group of teenagers swaggering down the road from the center of the carnival.
>You immediately know they’re about to cause problems. For one, they're wearing your old uniform from the State Lyceum for Promising Future Leaders, which means their mothers are party members.
>Other visitors are getting out of their way as they walk, and it's easy to guess why. Those kids are wearing their uniforms on a Saturday night, which means they want to flaunt who they are.
>Worst of all, they're all carrying opaque metal canteens. The buffalo girl with the backpack is definitely carrying their supply…
>Like everyone else, you turn away and try to pretend they’re not there, and also like everyone else their particular brand of obnoxious demands your attention.
>You’ve gone back to taking aim again when a thick, somewhat sweaty arm clad in a preppy sportcoat wraps around your neck and yanks you against some stranger’s side.
>”Hey there.~” Croons a vodka-scented voice. “Did it hurt?”
>You roll your eyes. ”When I fell from heaven?”
>She snorts, leaning in to breathe directly into your ear. “When you fell for me just now. I saw you looking cutie, don’t be shy. Love at first sight’s a scary thing for little boys like you.~”
>Snort. You heard better pick up lines from a 4th grader just last week.
>Squirming out of the stranger’s grasp and pulling away, you’re greeted by the sight of a plump, gold colored giraffe girl leaning “seductively” against the counter and wearing the kind of smug expression that turns off any human with taste.

>>81940932
>Judging by the sweat on her brow and the way her fat ass hangs out of her skirt, it doesn’t take a genius to see that this girl’s best days aren’t ahead of her.
>”It is.” You say, turning back to the game. “And I gotta say I’m not particularly scared right now. Did you need something, young lady?”
>She titters “cutely,” and takes a sip of vodka from her canteen. “Oh you’re a feisty morsel, aren’t you?~ You really shouldn’t be playing hard to get, cutie. After all, I’m not the one being interviewed tonight.”
>A group of anthro shaped shadows approaches you from behind, and you feel the hair on your neck stand on end.
>”Since you don’t seem to know who I am, I’m gonna go ahead and take you on a romantic word-journey. The kind that’ll make you cream your pants with excitement! Imagine this, if you will.~”
>The giraffe places her clammy hand on your cheek.
>”Imagine never having to fold laundry again, because the help does that for you. Imagine a world where you never have to worry about your ration book, because your wife is Essential Executive tier. Imagine…”
>Throwing good taste to the wind, your harasser leans in to lick your earlobe with her long, disgusting blue tongue.
>”...our calves going to the best schools party access can buy, because that’s the life you’ll live if you impress me this evening. How about it, little guy?~ Think you’re good enough to be *the* Calpurnia Augusta’s groom?~”
>”Uhh, NO.” You declare, shoving the pudgy little shit off you. “Was that supposed to be smooth, or something? Aurelia is not Essential Executive tier, so how could you ever be, Shit-Panties?”
>Calpurnia does an angry double take, while several of her cronies snigger behind her back. “What did you just call me?!”

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>>81940953
>”Shit-Panties. That’s your nickname, isn’t it? No one who was at that football game forgot you getting blackout drunk and shitting yourself, little freshman. I certainly didn’t.”
>The laughter picks up, and you jab your finger into her flabby shoulder. You are utterly dragging this girl in front of all her friends, and you do not give a single fuck.
>Not after today, you don’t.
>“In fact, I recall that *your mom* had to come to *my mom* to get those charges dropped, so why don’t you quit while you’re ahead and go fuck off, before I let *you* know who *I* am. Even better, why don’t you give me your little sister’s number so I can talk to a real woman.”
>Calpurnia’s friends are now openly cackling at her. Things may have ended there, with the giraffe stomping off with her tail between her legs, but you took things one sentence too far by bringing up her little sister.
>The one who outshines her in every way.
>Stars explode across your vision when the giraffe grabs you by the head with both hands and slams it against the counter.
>The surrounding adults gasp and cover their children’s eyes, while Calpurnia’s friends go dead quiet.
>”I don’t care who you think you are, you cunt teasing-FAGGOT!” She screams, shoving you out of your seat. “I’m gonna be the next goddamn CHAIRWOMAN, do you hear me?!”
>There’s a panicked clammer of shocked conversation and shuttering attractions as any adult with sense runs for the hills. With that jacket on, and what it says about her family connections, Calpurnia may as well be above the law.
>A heavy hoof kicks you square in the stomach, and the world goes hazy. Some words are said, a pair of arms loop under you, and next thing you know you’re being dragged through the parking lot.
>”Victoria, get my car. Luciana, you watch for gawkers.”

>>81940992
>Someone starts fucking with your belt, and you spit on them out of instinct, earning you a backhand across the face and your pants ripped off that much faster.
>”We doing turns this time, boss?”
>”When we get back to my place.” Calpurnia sneers. “But first I’m putting the skinny in his place.”
>A bright light appears above your head, a car door chimes, and you’re unceremoniously thrown into the back of an ugly black sedan.
>Delirious and scared you try shouting for your mother, but you’re swiftly silenced by a giraffe tongue snaking down your throat.
>When the kiss breaks so Calpurnia can get her panties off, you cry for Sammy.
>That gets you another backhand and a stinky, overly plump pussy dangling dangerously close to your face.
>Finally, you cry for your only hope left.
>”JULIAAAAAAA!”
>Lo and behold, dark canine paws appear around Calpurnia’s neck and hurl her out of the car.
>”Get away from him YOU BITCH!”

Thanks for reading.

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Human men should act like hopelessly enamored simpy slaves to anthro women.

>>81940851
Cool