#class: culturally exclusive

[givemecoins]

↓ Alt boi & qirl flags

Boi: An identity specific to black people which is similar to boy but involves a deliberate separation from the Western gender binary.

Qirl: An identity specific to black people which is similar to girl but involves a deliberate separation from the Western gender binary.

Not my terms. I just find the combination of colors of the original flags not very....pleasant, and as a black person I wanted flags that referred to blackhood in a more explicit way.

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@radiomogai

[tyrannuspitch]

there really is something(tm) about thor and loki (plus val, heimdall, sif) being literally all that's left of asgard's ruling class after ragnarok. no other warriors or politicians, just them. (i guess we don't actually know this to be true, but asgard gives off a very strong impression of being sharply stratified...)

like. kind of... stripping down to the truth of their society. the idea that the king rules absolutely and alone is a myth. he needs his warriors to maintain control. if the people decided they don't want to be ruled by the house of odin any more, practically speaking, they probably wouldn't be able to stop them.

but also just. beyond that. distillation. the royal family is now two people. the culture/society they know, what they think of as asgard(tm) and as home, is only a handful of individuals. hmmm.

and this would all have been fun to explore if we'd been given a chance. but before we get there, they take it even further. the house of odin is only thor, in the end.

[whats-in-a-sentence]

It became clear to me that the reasoning of those who reject an inclusive approach relies on what they call a 'plain' or 'common sense' reading of the Bible. In his book A Place at His Table Joel Hollier explains that:

In many Protestant (especially Reformed, evangelical) circles, there is a stated theological method that seeks to take any given text at face value – we call it the 'plain reading' of a passage . . . [It] is rather more enigmatic than we would often like to admit. The reality is that everything that we read in the Bible is filtered by 2,000 years worth is theologizing through social, cultural, and political data, culminating in a strangely personalized framework . . . radically informed by our class, gender, family history, education, and political persuasions . . . If all my years in theological education taught me one thing, it is that those who hold that there are plain readings of a text are, in a strange way, misguided. There are 'informed readings', and there are 'more informed readings', but nobody approaches any text entirely neutral.

This, then, calls for epistemic humility, by which I mean a willingness to listen lots and form a view carefully.

"In/Out: A Scandalous Story of Falling Into Love and Out of the Church" - Steph Lentz

[dionysus-complex]

Re: my observation that the average undergraduate now seems to have much greater familiarity with Homeric epic and at least some Greek literature (esp. tragedy) than with the Aeneid or any Roman material, I think there’s a myriad of things at work here but at least one is that we’ve reverted to this weird cultural construct where ancient Greek myth and literature is viewed as universal while Roman literature is viewed as particular and this affects what books are taught e.g. in high school and college English classes but also what gets mined for retellings. and I also think Roman material is often imagined as being more deeply implicated in the ideological framework of patriarchal western imperial society and like, in some cases perhaps that’s fair, but I would argue as a literary historian that Roman poetry is precisely where we see the cracks forming in Roman gendered imperialism just like Greek tragedy is where we see the cracks forming in Athenian gendered imperialism. whether we want to commit to any idea of authorial intent is a different question but imo it’s impossible to read e.g. Roman elegy or pastoral or even Lucan and come away with the pop-culture idea of the iconic masculine Roman subject (hell, I think even the Aeneid questions the conventional notion of masculine Roman virtus that Lucan absolutely shatters, but that’s another discussion)

anyways this also gets combined with a dynamic that’s really maddening to me as a classicist where anything Roman is almost exclusively gendered as masculine in popular culture (see the Roman Empire meme, but also the subculture of Jordan Peterson bros roleplaying as stoics and reading or pretending to read Marcus Aurelius) whereas on the Greek side we have Anne Carson’s Sappho translations and a total saturation of feminist rewritings of Greek myth, Homeric epic, and tragedy. this is actually really weird from the perspective of a Roman social historian, given that women are far more visible in Roman material (esp. from the 1st century CE onward) than they are anywhere in classical Greek society, and it has the consequence that Roman poetry (except, like, Lucretius I guess) gets sidelined because the types of dudes that are going to maybe read Marcus Aurelius or Tacitus are definitely not going to read Catullus or Vergil’s Eclogues or even the Aeneid given that poetry itself is often gendered as feminine in the 21st century popular imagination, and the types of non-classicists who like Anne Carson’s Sappho and feminist approaches to Greek myth are also probably not going to read Roman poetry

[raspberry-gloaming]

Pro-looms but not in a Lungbarrow and infertility way, rather in a eugenics and genetic modification as something Time Lords would totally do way

Doctor who poll for those that Know

[the-most-humble-blog]

Taint Misbehavin’: The Gender-Neutral Tragedy of the Human Gooch

Also known as: “Yes, Women Have Taints Too, Karen”

Let’s not dance around it.

Let’s not whisper like this is health class with a priest in the back row.

Let’s walk straight into the fleshy Bermuda Triangle and ask:

“Is the word ‘taint’ gender-specific?”

And by the end of this hellride, you’ll be spiritually aligned, anatomically educated, and emotionally compromised.

☠️ What Even Is a Taint?

Let’s get it out of the way:

Medical term: perineum

Street name: taint

Alias: gooch, grundle, the devil’s slip-n-slide, sin canal, the no-fly zone, the forbidden footpath

It’s the stretch of skin between your hoo-ha and your oh-no.

Between the exit wound and the splash zone.

Between your business and your past due notices.

In medical terms:

“The perineum is the area between the anus and the genitals.” In real terms: “The taint taint your genitals, and it taint your butthole.” Hence: taint.

It’s an anatomical gray area. A biological liminal space. A no-man’s-land paved in skin, sweat, and shame.

�� The Real Question:

“Do women have one?”

Yes.

Yes, they do.

Unequivocally. Universally. Unapologetically.

That smooth criminal between the peach and the portal?

That’s a taint.

Whether you’re packing meat or melons,

bulge or buffet,

beef curtain or bologna pony —

you got a taint.

🧬 But Isn’t “Taint” a Guy Thing?

Let’s be fair.

The term taint got famous via male-coded locker room vernacular.

It traveled in sweaty gym bags next to Axe body spray and bad decisions.

It’s been used in:

Xbox Live lobbies

Middle school roast battles

Joe Rogan monologues

Divorce court

Why?

Because it’s hilarious.

Say it out loud:

TAINT.

It hits like a cartoon punch.

It sounds dirty, but vague.

You can say it on TV but not in church.

But just because the culture gave the word to men…

Doesn’t mean the anatomy is exclusive.

🚺 Let’s Talk Female Taint

You know what else taint the butthole or the vag?

That smooth little fleshy runway between the two.

That’s right.

That’s the taint.

Scientifically? Still called the perineum.

But culturally?

We never branded it.

Never gave it a nickname.

Never gave it the comedic reverence it deserves.

So what happened?

Society failed the female taint.

📉 Cultural Bias: We Named Everything BUT the Taint

Let’s review:

Boobs: check

Butt: covered

Clit: overanalyzed

Labia: poetic if you're a feminist or an art student

Taint: absolute radio silence

It’s the only part of the female anatomy that hasn’t been objectified, hypersexualized, or used in a Billie Eilish metaphor.

And that’s the tragedy.

We gave the taint to men and let women walk around with an unclaimed flesh strip of mystery.

Not anymore.

💀 Taint Equality = True Equality

The taint is the only body part that:

Isn’t gendered

Isn’t politicized (yet)

Isn’t Instagrammable

Isn’t sacred

Isn’t slutty

Isn’t shamed

Isn’t holy

It’s just… there.

Raw. Unfiltered. Indifferent.

And that’s why it’s beautiful.

It taint one thing. It taint another.

It’s both. It’s neither. It’s us.

📚 Linguistic Warfare: Other Terms for the Taint (Unisex Edition)

Gooch

Grundle

Fleshbridge

Forbidden Fajita

The No-No Tundra

The UnderCooch

Devil’s Hallway

Sin Sled

Emotionless Alley

The Oathbreaker’s Strip

Let’s take back the language. Let’s name the female undercarriage.

Let’s democratize the grundle.

🧼 Taint Maintenance: Because Gender Don’t Matter When You Sweat

Male or female — taint funk is real.

That’s where:

Gym shorts go to die

Sweat turns into regret

Body wash loses its nerve

You don’t need a gender-specific care routine.

You need a loofah, some humility, and the knowledge that if your taint smells like old garlic knots, you’re the problem.

🥇 The Taint Test (For Equality Warriors)

Ask any feminist, activist, or gender studies professor:

❓ “Do women have a taint?” ❓ “Can we say gooch in a female context?” ❓ “If ‘taint’ only applies to men, are we guilty of linguistic patriarchy?” ❓ “Can you reclaim your power if you haven’t acknowledged the zone between zones?”

Watch the hesitation.

Because when it comes to taint talk, everyone’s a coward.

Not you.

You’re still reading.

You’re brave.

You believe in gooch equity.

🤯 TL;DR

“Taint” = slang for perineum, the strip of skin between genitals and butthole.

Scientifically accurate for both men and women.

Culturally, it’s been branded as male — but that’s a lie.

The female taint is real. Untouched. Sacred. Neglected. Powerful.

It’s time to stop acting like the perineum is a gendered mystery.

It taint male. It taint female. It’s humanity’s final frontier.

💣 CALL TO ACTION (You Know What Time It Is)

🔁 Reblog this before someone says “cisnormative taint privilege” unironically

🍑 Share if your gooch deserves more respect than your last situationship

🧽 Screenshot and send to someone who definitely forgot to wash theirs today

🫧 Repost this if you believe in full-body equality — from nipples to Netherrealm

⚖️ LEGAL DISCLAIMER (BECAUSE TUMBLR SOFTIES LOVE TO SNIFF DRAMA):

This post is satire, commentary, anatomy education, performance art, literary disobedience, and a goddamn act of bravery.

It is protected under U.S. law, natural law, and the sacred covenant of locker room humor.

If this offends you, congrats — your gooch is probably neglected.

This post does not discriminate. It exfoliates.

Take a seat. Open a book. Scrub your taint.

We out here equalizing the perineum discourse with no apologies.

[givemecoins]

Afrogender

[pt: Afrogender/end pt]

A gender identity influenced by the experiences of African people and their diaspora. This term is exclusive to black people.

It was coined by Kwame-Marie Tillmxn on queerundefined. The site no longer works, but here is an archived link.

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@radiomogai

[covenofvenus]

A Historical Deep Dive into the Founders of Black Womanism & Modern Feminism

Six African American Suffragettes Mainstream History Tried to Forget

These amazing Black American women each advanced the principles of modern feminism and Black womanism by insisting on an intersectional approach to activism. They understood that the struggles of race and gender were intertwined, and that the liberation of Black women was essential. Their writings, speeches, and actions have continued to inspire movements addressing systemic inequities, while affirming the voices of marginalized women who have shaped society. Through their amazing work, they have expanded the scope of womanism and intersectional feminism to include racial justice, making it more inclusive and transformative.

Anna Julia Cooper (1858–1964)

Quote: “The cause of freedom is not the cause of a race or a sect, a party or a class—it is the cause of humankind, the very birthright of humanity.”

Contribution: Anna Julia Cooper was an educator, scholar, and advocate for Black women’s empowerment. Her book A Voice from the South by a Black Woman of the South (1892) is one of the earliest articulations of Black feminist thought. She emphasized the intellectual and cultural contributions of Black women and argued that their liberation was essential to societal progress. Cooper believed education was the key to uplifting African Americans and worked tirelessly to improve opportunities for women and girls, including founding organizations for Black women’s higher education. Her work challenged both racism and sexism, laying the intellectual foundation for modern Black womanism.

Frances Ellen Watkins Harper (1825–1911)

Quote: “We are all bound together in one great bundle of humanity, and society cannot trample on the weakest and feeblest of its members without receiving the curse in its own soul.”

Contribution: Frances Ellen Watkins Harper was a poet, author, and orator whose work intertwined abolitionism, suffrage, and temperance advocacy. A prominent member of the American Equal Rights Association, she fought for universal suffrage, arguing that Black women’s voices were crucial in shaping a just society. Her 1866 speech at the National Woman’s Rights Convention emphasized the need for solidarity among marginalized groups, highlighting the racial disparities within the feminist movement. Harper’s writings, including her novel Iola Leroy, offered early depictions of Black womanhood and resilience, paving the way for Black feminist literature and thought.

Ida B. Wells (1862–1931)

Quote: “The way to right wrongs is to turn the light of truth upon them.”

Contribution: Ida B. Wells was a fearless journalist, educator, and anti-lynching activist who co-founded the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP). Her investigative reporting exposed the widespread violence and racism faced by African Americans, particularly lynchings. As a suffragette, Wells insisted on addressing the intersection of race and gender in the fight for women’s voting rights. At the 1913 Women’s Suffrage Parade in Washington, D.C., she famously defied instructions to march in a segregated section and joined the Illinois delegation at the front, demanding recognition for Black women in the feminist movement. Her activism laid the groundwork for modern feminisms inclusion of intersectionality, emphasizing the dual oppressions faced by Black women.

Sojourner Truth (1797–1883)

Quote: “Ain’t I a Woman?”

Contribution: Born into slavery, Sojourner Truth became a powerful voice for abolition, women's rights, and racial justice after gaining her freedom. Her famous 1851 speech, "Ain’t I a Woman?" delivered at a women's rights convention in Akron, Ohio, directly challenged the exclusion of Black women from the feminist narrative. She highlighted the unique struggles of Black women, who faced both racism and sexism, calling out the hypocrisy of a movement that often-centered white women’s experiences. Truth’s legacy lies in her insistence on equality for all, inspiring future generations to confront the intersecting oppressions of race and gender in their advocacy.

Nanny Helen Burroughs (1879–1961)

Quote: “We specialize in the wholly impossible.”

Contribution: Nanny Helen Burroughs was an educator, activist, and founder of the National Training School for Women and Girls in Washington, D.C., which emphasized self-sufficiency and vocational training for African American women. She championed the "Three B's" of her educational philosophy: Bible, bath, and broom, advocating for spiritual, personal, and professional discipline. Burroughs was also a leader in the Women's Convention Auxiliary of the National Baptist Convention, where she pushed for the inclusion of women's voices in church leadership. Her dedication to empowering Black women as agents of social change influenced both the feminist and civil rights movements, promoting a vision of racial and gender equality.

Elizabeth Piper Ensley (1847–1919)

Quote: “The ballot in the hands of a woman means power added to influence.”

Contribution: Elizabeth Piper Ensley was a suffragist and civil rights activist who played a pivotal role in securing women’s suffrage in Colorado in 1893, making it one of the first states to grant women the vote. As a Black woman operating in the predominantly white suffrage movement, Ensley worked to bridge racial and class divides, emphasizing the importance of political power for marginalized groups. She was an active member of the Colorado Non-Partisan Equal Suffrage Association and focused on voter education to ensure that women, especially women of color, could fully participate in the democratic process. Ensley’s legacy highlights the importance of coalition-building in achieving systemic change.

To honor these pioneers, we must continue to amplify Black women's voices, prioritizing intersectionality, and combat systemic inequalities in race, gender, and class.

Modern black womanism and feminist activism can expand upon these little-known founders of woman's rights by continuously working on an addressing the disparities in education, healthcare, and economic opportunities for marginalized communities. Supporting Black Woman-led organizations, fostering inclusive black femme leadership, and embracing allyship will always be vital.

Additionally, when we continuously elevate their contributions in social media or multi-media art through various platforms, and academic curriculum we ensure their legacies continuously inspire future generations. By integrating their principles into feminism and advocating for collective liberation, women and feminine allies can continue their fight for justice, equity, and feminine empowerment, hand forging a society, by blood, sweat, bones and tears where all women can thrive, free from oppression.

[phantom-of-the-memes]

Irish language things

One thing I’ll never not find interesting is the intersection between Irish and English. Especially how young people navigate this.

Gaeltacht colleges/ courses are an excellent example of this. Gaeltachts are Irish speaking areas in Ireland. There are very few of them left (most being in the Republic). A big source of income for these areas are setting up colleges or courses where young people can come and participate in for a week or two or even three. They’re basically summer camps where you’re only allowed to speak Irish. You do classes as well as fun activities. They’re really useful for young people to learn Irish and do well in their exams.

The linguistic example I was thinking of is what we say when we’re trying to get by someone. Most cultures will say “excuse me”. We sometimes do as well, but most Irish people will say “sorry”. This then translates over to Irish where people say “(Tá) brón orm”, meaning “I’m sorry”. Even when excuse me is “gabh mo leithscéal” in Irish.

Where young people and gaelcholáistí come into this is with the hilarious “brónzies”. I don’t know if this is exclusive to Ireland, but in text talk people shorten sorry to “soz”. Then that developed into “sozies”. And thus young people use “brónzies” a lot (mostly ironically) at Irish speaking summer camps.

People have conflicting opinions of “brónzies”. Most think it’s an abomination, which I agree with. But I think that’s what makes it so funny.

[milksockets]

Though sexual dissatisfaction within marriage may have at least partly characterized the motivations of a prior era of male sexual clients, in the contemporary sexual marketplace paid sex is often not seen as compensation for something lacking in men’s primary domestic relationships. Rather, commercial sex provides access to multiple attractive partners that–in the wake of the historical shift from the family-based “good provider role” to the unfettered, consumeristic “playboy philosophy"–many male sexual clients feel that they are entitled to.

This philosophy is also made apparent in the upscaling of commercial sex venues that has occurred in U.S. cities since the 1980s, what the anthropologist Katherine Frank has described as the “intensified focus on the creation of ‘atmosphere’ and luxury.” Over the past two decades, “gentleman’s clubs” and commercial sexual services with names like “Platinum Crown Escorts,” “Prestige Escorts,” “The Gold Club,” and “VIP Massage” have proliferated to cater to clients’ fantasies of consumptive class mobility. Within the terms of this new cultural logic of male dominance, clients conjure the sexual marketplace as the great social equalizer, where consumer capitalism democratizes access to a caliber of goods and services that in earlier eras would have been the exclusive province of a restricted elite.

Temporarily Yours: Intimacy, Authenticity and the Commerce of Sex - Elizabeth Bernstein (2007)

[letsduneit]

teeth blackening in house harkonnen

i was really intrigued by the practice of teeth blackening in harkonnen culture in dune part two, specifically because i recognized it as a historical japanese cultural practice. so here's a breakdown on what teeth blackening looked like in real world japanese culture, my thoughts on why denis villeneuve chose to bring this into harkonnen culture in particular, and the gendered implications of feyd rautha being the only male harkonnen shown with blackened teeth.

ohaguro, which translates to "black teeth," is a custom born in japan that reached peak popularity between the 10th and 19th centuries (it's first documented in writing in the tale of genji from the 11th century). this practice involved blackening teeth with a solution called kanemizu, which translates to "black water" and consists of iron shavings dissolved in vinegar and then combined with tannins to create a black liquid. the dye was re-applied daily or every other day to avoid the dulling or graying of the color.

ohaguro was originally practiced exclusively by member of the aristrocracy, mainly by married women, but also some men. ohaguro was commonly practiced when nobility came of age or when women were married. the practice only died out in the 19th century, largely as a result of western beauty ideals being enforced in japanese society through colonialism.

there are a few different reasons why ohaguro was thought to have achieved such popularity within the upper class. deep black was seen as a very beautiful color, and objects that were black were thought to be beautiful. the dye also possibly served to prevent tooth decay.

we see black as a dominant color in various aspects of harkonnen cutlure, including (but not limited) to the armor, ceremonial markings, and clothing of the upper class:

and i think this nudges us further towards this idea of black as a color of beauty, and the idea that teeth blackening was almost like a form of makeup that was seen to make someone more beautiful within upper class social circles.

considering that ohaguro originated with and remained most popular with noble women in japan, it's also very gender that feyd is the only harkonnen man we see with blackened teeth- his uncle the baron and his brother rabban aren't shown with blackened teeth. and the only others we see with blackened teeth are feyd's harpies, who are women.

tldr feyd rautha has black teeth because he's giedi prime's prettiest boy. also he's never beating the femboy allegations like this

[deppye]

Affini who's in charge of understanding human cultural history but exclusively adopts 2000s-early 2010's 'nerd' internet culture and makes it the basis of her whole personality.

She fashions her vines in a trenchcoat and fedora which she tips at every floret she sees. She's super edgy but in a weird loser kind of way.

She constantly flicks her hair about like she's in a bad fanfiction.

Every time one of her florets orders something at the class J cafe she moves in front of them and goes "stand back petal, I'll handle this."

She constantly says things in butchered Japanese and smugly informs you what the words mean right after.

She unironically uses words like "L33t"and "Haxxor"

One of her t4t catgirl florets exclusively wears anime cosplay and the other looks like they were ripped straight out of a 2012 deviantart EDM OC page one of them is into it and the other can barely hide their perpetual exasperation.

Sometimes she does the *unsheathes sword* shtick with the plastic katana she keeps attached to her like a second skin but every time she does one of her florets just nuts instead.

[jayaury]

School Daze

Titania University

Be the Man You Were Meant to Be.

With a sense of pride Zack read those words on the brochure again. There weren’t a lot of men that were invited to attend Titania. In fact, until a decade ago, it had been an all-female school. Not only that, but it had been one that catered almost exclusively to demi-humans. So to be a human and get accepted? Well, needless to say he appreciated the honour.

And it had been an honour. Admissions had made that very clear when they gave him the good news, explaining how only the choicest of male students were admitted.

And now he was here.

But where was the orientation officer?

He looked about the campus, adjusting his grips on his bags. Miss Cutter was supposed to meet him by the front doors on the hour, but it was now fifteen minutes past and no sign of her. He was starting to get worried.

And he noticed he was getting a fair bit of notice.

He nervously shifted from one foot to the other, trying to avoid looking at the girls around campus. Of course, he knew Titania was the biggest and most prestigious college in the country that accepted monster girls. And he’d be lying if he said that hadn’t played some role in his decision to attend. Still, he wasn’t used to this much attention. Some goblin maids near the trees kept shooting him glances and giggles, and he was sure those three centaur girls had walked by at least half a dozen times by now. He caught himself fixing his hair again and swallowed nervously.

“Zachary Newfeld?”

“Huh? Sorry?”

He whipped about and started back a step, finding an absolutely gorgeous woman in front of him. She wore a prim jacket and almost scandalously high skirt, while silver scales shimmered on her neck and cheeks. Small fins flicked instead of ears, while lustrous black hair framed her face. Her eyes had a certain… reptilian quality about them, he couldn’t help but notice. But far from being unnerving, Zack found them oddly intriguing.

She smiled, “Clarissa Cutter,” she said, putting out her hand. “Orientation supervisor.”

“Oh, ah, hello,” he said, taking her hand and shaking it. “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” she said, flashing a brilliant smile, her voice sonorous and sweet, like a wave of gentle sound carrying him away. “Sorry for the delay. We’ve had quite the crop of freshmen. Were you waiting long?”

“Oh, no. No. Not at all.”

“Excellent. Shall we?”

She opened the doors and ushered him inside, smoothly taking the lead.

“I hope you appreciate the privilege being bestowed on you,” Cutter said as they walked down the polished hallways of the school, her heels clicking rhythmically.

“I do. Really!” he insisted. “And I intend to do my best to honour the rich culture of the school.”

“Yes. About that,” she said with a sideways glance. “I’m sure you’ve heard some things about the low graduation rates of male students.”

“I have,” he admitted.

She nodded along. “Yes. You see, unfortunately, a number of our attendees tend to come to Titania for, shall we say, less than academic reasons.”

He felt his face warm. “I ah, assure you, ma’am, I’m absolutely dedicated to getting my degree.”

“Let’s hope so,” she said with a sweet smile, yet the subtle teasing in her tone slid through him with a strange shiver of nameless anticipation, and made his manhood pulse and harden in his pants. “But all the same,” she continued, her voice tugging him back to the present, “we have a daily orientation class in the afternoons for our male students. One of the projects we’ve undertaken to increase retention.”

“Is it uh, mandatory?”

She nodded sympathetically. “I’m afraid so. But not to worry. I try to make it engaging, and I hope you won’t mind listening to me for an hour everyday.”

Zack sincerely doubted he’d have a problem with that. Her voice was so soothing and relaxing, he felt like he could listen to it all day.

“I don’t mind.”

“Wonderful,” Cutter said with another of those winning smiles that made him feel like he’d just stepped under a tropical sun. “I’m sure you’ll make a splendid addition to our school.”

Zack nodded along eagerly, resolving to do his best at Titania, if only not to disappoint the gorgeous woman. Especially if he’d be meeting with her every afternoon.

His own expectations about the college were more than satisfied as they toured the place, taking in the cafeteria, gyms, extensive libraries and study halls. All of which, he couldn’t help but notice, were positively stuffed with female coeds of every race imaginable. And though he spotted more than a few male students, it always seemed like they were outnumbered by females at least two to one.

“The dorms are this way,” Cutter said as they once more crossed the lawn and towards a tall brickwork building on the other side. “And there is… one thing I should warn you about.”

“What?”

She gave him a backwards glance, for the first time looking a bit apologetic. “You see, due to the… periodic shortage of male students once the year gets in full swing, Titania has made the decision not to segregate the dorms by sex. It just complicates things unnecessarily when the boys clear out. We keep the rooms male and female only, but am afraid that you’ll be sharing the dorm with a number of female students. You don’t have a problem with that, do you?”

“I don’t see why I would,” he replied.

She beamed and stopped before the doors. “Wonderful. Now, this is your key,” she said, producing one from her pocket. “Room two two one. I’m sure you’ll enjoy your time here at Titania. And, of course, I’ll be seeing you tomorrow at four sharp in the Shimmer Annex. I’m so looking forward to helping you adjust to your future here.”

Again, Zack felt that thrill of anticipation at her words. “Me too,” he said.

She gave him a last smile and left him at the door to the dorms.

He watched her go, knowing he shouldn’t stare at the way her ass rocked in her skirt, but unable to quite resist. When she was out of sight, he finally made his way inside, climbing to the second floor and hunting down his room. It took him some time to find it, but when he did, he tried the key and teased it open.

His dorm was about what he expected, consisting of two beds on either side of the room along with a pair of desks. One side was barren, but the other was clearly occupied, the bed heavy with bags, while a poster of an amazingly busty woman with cow horns graced the wall, framed by Christmas lights.

As he stood in the doorway, Zack heard the familiar sound of a shower from the room’s shared bathroom. Making his way towards the unoccupied side of the room, he dumped his bags onto the bed.

The hiss of the shower cut off and Zack heard the thumping of someone moving around. A few minutes later the bathroom door opened to reveal a fit young man in a pair of loose pants and no shirt, a towel covering his head as he dried himself off. As the towel came free, it revealed a head of lanky brown hair and two surprised eyes.

“Hi,” Zack said. “Name’s Zack.”

“Oh, hey. You must be the roommate,” the stranger said with a lazy grin. “Name’s John. Nice to meet you.”

“Thanks. Already chosen your space?” Zack said, nodding at the messy bed and lights.

“You know it,” John winked, tossing aside the towel and sauntering to his bags. “Not that I expect to be spending too much time in here.”

Zack frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Come on, man,” John chortled as he pulled on a shirt. “You kidding me? Getting into a school that’s seventy percent hot monster girls? You better believe I’m going all in on this. Doubt I’ll be in this room at all with all those hotties looking for a guy to share their bed. Right?”

Zack frowned. Not that he was surprised. As Cutter had said, there was going to be some male students like that. Zack was just annoyed he was going to be rooming with one who so clearly didn’t appreciate the opportunity they’d been given. “That so?” Zack said neutrally as he pulled clothes from his bag.

“Oh yeah,” John said, tugging on his shoes. “Going to really enjoy my school life. Get me?”

“I do,” Zack said as he put his things into his dresser. “But I’m really more focused on classwork.”

“C’mon,” John said with a wry look at him. “You really didn’t think about getting laid when you got here? Really?”

Zack cleared his throat. “Well, I mean…”

John guffawed. “Of course you did! Every guy here is coming to get some of that sweet monster girl tail.”

“That would explain why men so rarely graduate,” Zack muttered.

“Eh,” John said, shrugging. “Some guys might not be able to handle it. Especially with the rumours.”

Zack paused and glanced back. “Rumours?”

“Sure,” John said as he finished lacing up his shoes. “You must have heard them, right? That the reason most of the guys don’t finish is because they fall in love with a girl here? Drop out to marry her? C’mon, you have to have heard that bit.”

“Not really. But, well, seems unlikely.”

“Too true. I mean, monster girls are great for a quick fuck. But marrying them? C’mon?”

Zack scowled. “Nothing wrong with it, in my opinion,” he replied.

“Sure. Sure. Whatever you say,” John said, pushing himself off his bed and to his feet. He smoothed back his hair and grinned into a nearby mirror. “As for me, I’m going on the prowl. Rawr!”

“Good luck,” Zack said, not really meaning it. If John noticed he didn’t show it, instead strolling out of the room with a lazy saunter.

Zack sighed and turned back to his new dresser. Pulling out more of his clothes, he cocked his head as he heard the door open again. “Forget something?” he asked without turning around.

“Maaaaaybe.”

The feminine drawl made him start, but before he could turn around a pair of arms looped around him and tugged him back against a soft chest. His head whipped about in surprise and he found himself almost nose to nose with a strikingly lovely face. Eyes with reptilian slit pupils in spiral rings sparkled impishly amid a mane of copper hair. A brush of scales gleamed on her cheeks, and a hint of fang was revealed in her grin. She wore a t-shirt with the words ManEater warped by the curve of her breasts, while a skirt hid her hips, but not so much he didn’t see her lower body was that of a snake

“S-sorry!” Zack gasped. “Who…”

“Just your neighbour from across the hall,” she purred, squeezing him again, in more ways than one. He suddenly felt a tightness around his legs and looked down to find serpentine coils wrapping around him. “Name’s Sammy.”

“O-oh. Nice to uh, meet you. I think,” he gasped. “I’m Zack. But uh-”

“Sorry,” she giggled, though she didn’t look apologetic. She did take her arms off him, though her lower half remained tight about him. “When I saw you in here, I just couldn’t resist having a little fun.”

“Er, right. Thanks. But the, uh…”

“Oh, don’t mind my tail,” she said dismissively. “I swear, it sometimes has a mind all its own!”

“Kinda hard to ignore it,” Zack replied as her coils slid further up his thighs and to his hips. If they went much further, they’d come across the unmistakable bulge in his pants.

“It’s because you keep tensing up. If you relax, it won’t think you’re prey.”

“Relax?”

“Sure! You gotta learn how to relax around here. Or college will just gobble you up!” she giggled. “Want some help with it?”

“I-”

“I know some very good techniques,” she said, her voice dropping a little. Becoming sly and sonorous as she moved in close again, her t-shirt stretching wide across her bust. Soft breasts outlined sharply by the fabric, warping the logo like the letters were being stretched across a pair of basketballs. “In fact, that’s what I’m taking. Massage Therapy. How about you?”

“Oh, uh, Transportal History.”

“Oooh, bit of a dry subject. And not much money in it,” she noted.

Zack tried not to wince. He knew only too well it wasn’t a very practical degree. But it was what he was interested in, and what he would take.

“It’s an interesting fi-ield!” he gasped as the coils slid up around his waist, rubbing his bulge in a very unsubtle way.

“I bet. Pretty intensive too. Takes lots of… concentration.”

“Er, s-some,” he admitted in a tight voice.

She gave him a knowing look. “Mhmm. Well, I think I think I’d better keep an eye on you,” Sammy said, tapping a finger to his nose, her eyes flashing with amusement. “I bet you’re gonna need a fair bit of… help. But be careful,” she added teasingly, her finger stroking his cheek before sliding off with a flick to his chin. “Cute guy like you will have lots of interest soon. Reaaaal soon.”

“What?”

“Nothing,” she giggled, her tail loosening from around him as the lamia sidled out of the room with a backwards wave.

Zack watched her go, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as he felt his cock throb in his pants. He shivered again at the memory of those scales. The intensity of her eyes.

But he steeled himself. He wasn’t here to date, after all. He was here to study. To graduate. With conviction he resumed putting away his clothes.

And tried to ignore the needy throbbing in his pants…

#

Zack yawned, his hand fanning his mouth as he plodded up the stairs of the dorms. He’d known that his chosen subject would be difficult. But maybe he hadn’t quite appreciated just how difficult it would be. Transportal science was a heavy subject, and took a lot of effort. Especially given the professor tended to single him out a lot. Something he didn’t appreciate, given how much attention the female students gave him as a result. He practically ran out of the room at the end of class.

Though, avoiding his fellow students wasn’t the only reason for that. Or his exhaustion. To be fair, he kind of suspected that had more to do with orientation.

Zack berated himself with frustration. Though he’d been attending Cutter’s orientation class, he only ever seemed to come away drowsy and heavy headed. Just listening to her voice seemed to take all he had. That sweet, wonderful voice. So smooth and lyrical it was like listening to a song that ferried him away on soothing waves. It was a struggle not to close his eyes and just… fall asleep listening to her. He knew some of the other male students were, but she never seemed to notice.

Even then, though he managed to stay awake, he never seemed to remember what was talked about in there. He was only glad there were no tests for it. Especially since he came away from them so tired. He groaned as he plodded up the stairs, reaching his floor, and smiled in relief as he saw his room. He couldn’t wait to get in there, get into bed, and just…

“Oh you have got to be kidding me,” Zack moaned as he spotted the sock on the doorknob. Fucking hell. Every night like this! It never seemed to fail that John had some girl over when Zack got back. Honestly, he was starting to wonder if John went to any damn classes.

And John was definitely in there. Zack could hear the moans and thumps of bed posts against walls. And likewise, Zack knew that banging on the door to try and get the pair’s attention would be an exercise in futility. He’d tried that a few times with all of zero results, and when he brought it up later, John didn’t seem to give a shit. Just off in his own little world. Zack sighed. He would just have to wait.

Again.

Of course, he groused, this wouldn’t be a problem if the last orientation session hadn’t gone on for so long. Gods. Every time he finished them, he had such a headache. How was he supposed to study with all this bullshit happening?

“Fuck’s sake,” he snapped, slamming a fist on the door even though he knew it wouldn’t do any good. “It’s ten, dammit! I need to sleep!”

Moans and pants were all he heard and Zack banged his head into the door, resting it there with a groan. Dammit. Was he really going to end up spending the night in the cafeteria again?

“Problems?”

Zack turned his head to find Sammy in the doorway across the hall, the lamia leaning against the frame and giving him a knowing smirk. He also couldn’t help but notice that she was only wearing a sports bra to restrict the immensity of her bust.

“Just… locked out of my room. Again,” Zack said, trying not to sound bitter and knowing he failed utterly. “My roommate is having some… fun.”

Sammy’s smirk widened. “Aw. Poor thing,” she crooned, sidling out of her room and towards him. “What are you going to do?”

He sighed and shrugged. “I guess go study in the cafeteria again.”

“Oh no no! We mustn’t have that,” she said, her tail sidling around him.

Zack barely bothered to notice. Sammy’s tail always seemed to be touching him whenever they met. Which was often. Though he’d been put off from her at first, he’d grown unexpectedly comfortable around her. Largely because she always seemed to pop up wherever he was, and had little concept of personal space.

And to be fair, he wasn’t against getting to know the gorgeous snake-girl. He just… wasn’t sure how to deal with her. She was very forceful. He hadn’t thought he liked that in a girl, but Sammy had a way about her that put him at ease.

“Not like I have a lot of choice,” he told her with another look at the sock.

“Of course you do. Just stay in my room until they finish.”

He gave her a startled look. “Your room?”

“Sure. My roommate is never around anyway. And it’s quite cozy. Promise,” she said, her tail drawing him in towards the door like a fisherman reeling in a trout.

Zack wasn’t too sure about that. But as her spiral eyes gazed into his with that hopeful look, he found his arguments dying on his tongue. And… it would save him an awful lot of walking to and from if he did stay with her for a bit.

“I… guess I could…” he said.

“That’s the spirit. Now, come along,” she purred, drawing him after her.

Zack followed the pull of her tail and found himself in a room almost the mirror image of his own in design. The same two desks and beds. The same single bathroom. Even the same solitary window between the beds.

But the decoration was considerably different. He had no trouble picking out which side belonged to Sammy. Clothes were strewn about and spilled from dresser drawers left hanging open. The sheets of the bed were in a tangle and practically lost among sumptuous pillows.

By contrast, the other side of the room was neat and primly made up, the bedsheets tucked in, the desk arranged in almost meticulous uniformity. Zack would have wondered if anyone even lived there, if not for the fact he was sure Sammy’s mess would have migrated to the other side of the room if given the chance.

“Here we are,” Sammy cooed, sidling onto the messy bed and depositing him beside her. She smiled at him, her long lashes fluttering as she nestled her chin in her hands and stared intently at him. “Feeling better?”

“More comfortable than the hall,” he admitted.

“I bet.”

He saw the tip of Sammy’s tail tug the door closed. Only then did he realize the situation he was in. Alone in the room with the gorgeous snake girl, he suddenly felt his face warm and looked about uncertainly.

“So, uh…” he coughed. “I should maybe get to studying…”

“If you think it’ll do much good,” Sammy said as more of her tail wrapped about him, sliding around his midriff.

“Why uh, wouldn’t it?”

“Remember what I told you?” Sammy asked with a knowing smile. “How bad stress is for studying?”

“I think so…”

“Well?” she said coyly. “You certainly sound stressed. Very stressed.”

“I mean, yeah. But who wouldn’t be?”

“Mmm. Want me to help with that?”

“You?”

“Sure,” she said, drawing herself up beside him. “Didn’t I tell you? I’m an expert in massage, and I can help make you so very relaxed.”

“I… don’t know…”

“Come on,” she crooned, moving in closer, her eyes bright and gazing into his. A smirk on her lips. “I promise it’ll be sooooo soothing…”

Zack opened his mouth, on the cusp of refusing again.

But as he gazed again into her bright, shining eyes, he felt the urge to refuse fade. His mouth slowly slide shut as he looked into those golden orbs. Why, the spirals of her pupils almost… seemed to swirl…

“I… guess it couldn’t hurt,” he said at last.

Sammy’s smile widened. “Attaboy,” she purred. “Now, let’s get started. Go ahead and take your shirt off.”

Still uncertain, but figuring that he may as well at this point, he grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up. He felt himself warm under the intense gaze of the lamia as he bared his chest and abs. He didn’t have much of an ego about it, but knew he was fit. And he swore he heard her whisper, “Nice.”

“So uh, what next?” he asked.

“Next, we get you laid out on the bed,” she said.

Zack yelped as the serpentine coils around his legs suddenly twitched him onto his back.

“Then we get you nice and tied up,” she purred as her body slithered more securely around him, his arms suddenly pulled tight against his sides. Her coils wrapped about him head to foot, and he tensed with a sudden instinctive alarm as he felt her body lazily flex around him. As he sensed the power in her coils and realized he was at the mercy of them.

“Now now,” Sammy giggled as she suddenly loomed above him, smirking down at him. Predatory. Dominating. “No use getting all rigid now. This is all part of the process.”

“I-it is?” Zack said.

“Of course,” she purred, her human half almost on top of him, her breasts hovering over his chest, her hands planted on either side of his head and her eyes right above his. “Lamia massage is very… special… indeed…”

Zack shivered beneath those eyes. The heat in them made him shift in her tight coils. Yet, strangely, he started to feel a bit… thrilled to have her wrapped around him. To have her coils lazily flex, squeezing and rippling around him in slow, heavy motions. To be surrounded by the gorgeous monster girl. Utterly at her mercy…

“There now,” Sammy breathed as she lowered her face a bit closer. “Isn’t that nice?”

“Y-yeah,” Zack admitted as he gazed into her swirling eyes. Yes. They… they were definitely swirling….

“Don’t you feel relaaaaxed?”

“Yeah…”

“Don’t you feel easy? Soft? All that tension just ooooozing out of you?”

“Yeah,” Zack breathed, and realized it was true. He could feel the tension escape him. Hell, it almost felt like… like all of the tightness was being squeezed out of him.

“That’s right,” Sammy breathed, her voice almost as smooth as Cutter’s. “So sooooft. So eeeeeasy. Just let it all out, handsome. Just look into my eyes. Look deep into them, Zack. Just look deep. Deep as you can go…”

Zack nodded vaguely. He did his best to follow her directions, and found it remarkably easy to do. Her eyes were like endless pools rippling before him. Drawing him from his body, yet always leaving him aware of every sensation. The gentle, subtle squeezing of the coils around him. The shudder of pleasure that ached through him. Even the feeling of her soft breasts coming down lower. Pressing into his chest. Soft and heavy and making his cock throb with desire.

“Does it feel good?” Sammy breathed, her voice faintly hissing, slithering into his ear and wrapping around his thoughts. “Does it feel so nice? So pleasant? So wonderful to give in and relax?”

“Yeah,” he breathed again.

“Then do it,” she whispered. “Just let all that tension go. Just relax for me, Zack. Just let those silly thoughts get squeezed out. All that tension pushing down. Down. Down into that big… throbbing… cock…”

Zack shifted where he lay, blushing at the suggestion, even as he found it oddly compelling. “I um…”

“Just relax, Zackie,” Sammy crooned as her coils gave a particularly tight squeeze. “Don’t worry about it. Just enjoy it. Just do as I say. Just listen to my voice, and let all your worries melt away…”

Zack found himself nodding. Found himself doing as she said. He shuddered softly, the tightness of her coils oddly pleasurable. Restricting. Yet exciting. He felt like her coils weren’t just squeezing his body, but his mind. Massaging his thoughts until his scattered worries just… melted away, as she’d suggested.

He sighed, relaxing as commanded, and found it was amazingly easy to do as she said. To just let all that tension seep down into his crotch. To throb in his hardening cock.

“I can feel it, Zack,” Sammy purred as her fingers danced down his naked chest and sides. Down and to his crotch. Her coils shifting so his bulge was bared, helpless as her palm pressed against it. Her fingers gently squeezing. Pumping him. Making him gasp and moan in ecstasy as she massaged his balls. “I can feel all those worries down in your cock. Filling up your balls. Poor boy. We need to take care of that, don’t we?”

“Ah… Y-yeah,” he gasped.

“That we do. That we definitely do,” Sammy cooed, her face leaning in closer. Her eyes spinning with wonderful hues as her tongue slid hungrily around her lips. “Can I, Zack? Do you want me to? Do you need me to do whatever it takes to get that heavy… aching… tension and stress all out of you?”

“Y-yesssss,” he groaned, arching beneath her.

“Just what I was hoping to hear,” Sammy laughed, her fingers sliding to his zipper and tugging it down.

He gasped as his cock popped free, throbbing with desire. He heard Sammy croon as her fingers played along his manhood, stroking it slowly.

“Oh my,” she breathed, her fingers wrapping around him, beginning to slowly pump him. “Look at that. You were really stressed. Look at how big… and thick… and full you are. Big and hot and heavy. But don’t worry,” she teased tenderly. “I’ll fix that. I’ll free you from all that heavy cum. All those heavy, tight thoughts.”

“S-Sammy?” Zack gasped. “I um… is this…”

“It’s all very technical,” she murmured as she pumped him. “Very specific. I’ve gotten lots of lessons in it. So many. All to make good males nice and happy. Nice and relaxed. Nice and obedient. You want to be happy, don’t you, Zack? You want to be obedient, right?”

“I um…”

She leaned in closer, her eyes thrumming. “Right?”

Zack stared into those eyes, his protests fading from his thoughts. And why would he argue? Hadn’t he agreed? Didn’t she know what was best? She was the expert here. She knew what he needed.

Yes.

Yes, there was no reason to doubt. To hesitate.

She knew best.

Sammy knew best.

“Y-yeah,” he sighed, the tension oozing from him yet again.

Sammy smiled, her eyes lighting up, and the sight filled Zack with a strange pleasure that rushed through him like mulled wine.

“Good boy,” she purred, leaned down, and kissed him.

Zack shivered with delight as those lips met his. He moaned in pleasure as her fingers pumped his throbbing cock. He shivered in ecstasy as Sammy’s coils rippled and tightened around his helpless form. Squeezing him adoringly.

Zack wasn’t sure when he started undulating in her coils. Squirming in her grasp. Thrusting into her pumping hand. He only knew that he couldn’t stop. That it felt better than anything he’d known before. He only knew he had to cum.

Cum.

Cum!

“Mmm. Mmm! Mmmmmm!” he moaned into her kiss, shuddering as he came. His cock spurting into her stroking hand in sharp bursts of pleasure.

Sammy sighed in delight, her warm breath washing over his face as her fingers lazily stroked him a last few times, coaxing out the final few bursts of his seed. At last she lifted her lips from his, her eyes lidded and sated, her smile wide and amused.

“Mmm. Did you enjoy that?” she asked teasingly.

“Y-yeah,” Zack gasped.

“And are you feeling more relaxed?”

Zack nodded happily. “Very,” he agreed, realizing it was true. Even the headache he had from orientation was gone.

“How good to hear,” she purred, her coils giving him another loving squeeze. “Which means I’m sure you’ll be needing lots more relaxing, right? Gotta ace those assignments, right?”

“Uh…”

“Right,” Sammy breathed, the rings in her eyes pulsing.

Throbbing.

Spinning.

Zeke blinked, then smiled and relaxed.  “Yeah. Exactly,” he said agreeably.

“Good boy,” Sammy said, her body squeezing him again. “Good boy…”

#

Zack winced as he checked his marks on his latest assignment.

How?

How could this be happening?

He checked it again, as if he might have read it wrong, but no. It remained just above a failing grade.

Which meant that if he didn’t pass the next exam…

“Fucking hell,” he groaned, slipping his phone back into his pocket, his shoulders drooping as he trudged through the dorm. What was going on? He’d been completing all his assignments. Working so hard. Making sure he kept nice and relaxed in order to get the assignments done.

So how?

How was this happening?

He sighed, rubbing his face with his hand. Fuuuuck, he felt his shoulders tensing and stomach tightening with stress, sensations that seemed to torture him these days. Whenever something went wrong he just… well, felt confused. Like he was too dumb to figure it out. He had to get a fucking grip, or he’d fail! Fail like all the other guys in orientation class. When he first started with Cutter, there’d been over fifty male students. Now, he was one of just a handful. All the others had dropped out, he’d been told.

“Goddam it,” he groaned, shaking his head and pushed open his dorm room.

And froze, staring blankly.

For a second he thought he’d walked into the wrong room (not an unusual occurrence these days), but a quick check showed that his side was still there. John’s things, however, were gone, aside from a pair of boxes on the bed.

But the most startling addition to the room was a tall holstaur standing by the desk.

She’d turned in surprise at his arrival, the movement sending her chest wobbling in a way that instantly arrested his eyes before he could drag them away. She was tall and unbelievably busty, with a soft face that seemed made for smiling and did so at once. She wore cut off jeans that positively strained around her ample hips and rear, a short blouse pushed open by her bust and over a sports jersey. A pair of bovine horns broke from her wavy, straw blonde hair, which she brushed back as she smiled at him.

“Well hey there,” the cowgirl said, her voice thick with a southern drawl. “You must be Zack.”

“Uh… hi,” he said. “Who…”

She laughed, which made her chest do some very interesting things. “How silly of me. Do forgive my manners. I’m Bess. John’s girlfriend. How funny we haven’t met. But I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“You have?”

“Oh yeah. And I imagine you’ve heard a lot of me and John,” she said with a wink.

Zack flushed slightly. “I uh, right. Where is John anyway?”

“Him? Aw, poor thing. I’m afraid he’s done and dropped out.”

“D-dropped out?”

“Sure! Turns out his grades were fallin’ somethin’ awful. Poor thing realized he just wasn’t cut out for college life. But don’t worry! He found his true callin’. Yes he did.”

“Er, what’s that?”

“Why, bein’ a handsome hubby a course! And I was most happy to accept his hand in marriage.”

Zack’s jaw dropped. “Marriage? But, he… I mean…”

“Oh, I know,” Bess said with a lazy laugh and wave. “That boy was a real player. But once he got a good feel of these girls, he just couldn’t get enough!”

Zack felt his jaw drop as Bess cupped her breasts and gave them a teasing bounce.

“I uh… I…”

“And I bet you know what that’s like. Don’t ya, handsome?” she asked with a sly look his way.

“S-sorry?”

“Ya know,” Bess said, lazily moving towards him, her chest bouncing in the tightness of her shirt. “Seein’ a gal around the school. Gettin’ a good gander at her assets. Maybe thinking about how much nicer it might be not to have ta study so hard? Work so hard? How much… easier it’d be ta just be a nice, happy house husband? Eh?”

Zack realized he was backing up and forced himself to stop. Which may have been a mistake as before he knew it Bess was right in front of him, the heavy orbs of her breasts right before his face, their subtle bounce arresting his attention. He felt his cock thicken in his pants. Dear gods, he swore he could hear a sloshing in those ample tits. He sucked in a breath, and the sudden scent of her body and the flowery perfume she wore made his head spin.

“I uh…” he stammered.

“You’re a real cute one, darlin’,” Bess said, her hand reaching out, stroking his hair, nudging him forward. “A real cutie. Why, hard ta believe ain’t no one claimed you yet.”

“O-oh,” Zack gasped as his face was gently compelled into her chest. Against the immense heft of her breasts, a shudder working its way through him as he felt that perfect softness press around his warm cheeks, a wave of aching weakness radiating through him as her hands gently pet his head.

“Poor boy,” Bess cooed as her arms folded him into an embrace. “Look at you. All helpless. Such a silly thing. But I’m willin’ ta share myself between two cuties. I got two breasts, after all, and both a them could use some real… lovin’... attention…”

Zack groaned, his eyelids fluttering, his head swirling like he was drunk. Thoughts spun in clouds of pleasure and his body was hot with need and desire. So much so, he barely felt the coils wrapping around his chest and suddenly giving him a possessive squeeze.

“I’m afraid he’s not up for grabs.”

Zack blinked, Sammy’s voice breaking through the fog in his head as her serpentine body tightened around him. He looked up at Bess and saw the holstaur looking past him with a wry smirk.

“Ain’t he?” Bess asked sweetly. “But he’s still a student this late in the year…”

“That’s my business, cow. Not yours.”

Zack looked uncertainly between the two women, feeling the tension crackle between them. At last, with a lazy shrug, Bess released him, Sammy’s tail wrenching him back and against the lamia’s body. The bovine beauty chuckled throatily and gave them a smirk.

“A’right. A’right. I can take a hint. But best be careful there, snake. Or that boy’ll get snapped up lickity split.”

Sammy hissed, and Bess merely chuckled again and strolled out the door.

Zeke watched her go, enthralled by the sight of her ass as it swayed with every step, her jeans flexing against those perfect curves until she was out of sight. He came back to himself as he felt Sammy’s tail squeeze him again. He glanced nervously at the lamia, whose lips were pursed with thought and annoyance as she stared after the holstaur.

“S-Sammy?” he gasped.

Her eyes snapped to him and she smiled sharply. “Come with me, Zack. There’s ssssomething I want to talk to you about.”

“I uh… okay,” Zack whimpered as she dragged him back into her room. He found himself being plopped back onto the bed with a grunt, Sammy’s tail still wrapped around him.

The lamia loomed over him, thoughtful, lips pursed as her spiral eyes took him in, her expression unreadable.

“She may have had a point,” Sammy finally mused to herself.

“Sorry?” Zack said.

A slight smirk graced her lips. He gasped, reflexively going limp as her coils flexed around him. “Poor boy,” she cooed. “Poor, silly Zack. So deep under my sway you’d just melt for any pair of tits or gorgeous gal. It’s my own fault, really. I’m just too good at what I do.”

“S-Sammy?” he murmured blearily. “I don’t… um…”

She giggled. “Did you really think the reason so few boys graduate here is because the courses are hard? I mean, they are. But they’re not that hard. And did you really think, Zack, that all those orientation meetings were meant to make sure you understood the culture of the school? To help you graduate? Oh no. No no no. They’re for a very… special… reason…”

“Ooooh,” Zack groaned as he felt her coils ripple around him. Pulse and ache through him, his toes curling in his shoes with relaxing pleasure. “Wh… what um, do you mean?”

Her smile widened. The spirals of her eyes beginning to lazily spin. “Simple, my sweet boy,” she sang. “All those precious meetings? That time spent in that dark room as Cutter goes over and over those pointless rules and slides? As her voice fills the room? They aren’t to help you get used to some campus culture. Oh no. You never even thought to wonder what Cutter was.”

“A um… a reptile?” he ventured blearily.

“No,” Sammy cooed as her tail gave him another mind-melting squeeze. “She’s a siren. And her pretty voice has been working so very hard to prime you. To get your mind all soft and defenceless so us sweet girls can swoop on in and just… brainwash you cute boys into happy husbands.”

Zack blinked, an inkling of fear working into him. “I… wh-what?”

“Did I forget to mention that?” Sammy said, her grin widening with wicked amusement. “Oooh, I probably shouldn’t tell you this, Zack, but I have to admit seeing that look on your face is just delicious! That uncertainty. That suspicion. That realization that you were never really meant to graduate from this fine institution. No no no,” she purred, moving over him, her eyes slowly spiralling with hues that seemed to suck at his thoughts. “Titania was made for boys like you, but mainly women like me. Women who are guaranteed an excellent career out of school, but have no time to go fishing for the right man. So the school takes care of that. Makes you boys all dumb and brainwashed and deliciously helpless to our control. Gives us a chance to pick our new, obedient, happy boyfriends and just… melt them into the perfect husbands.”

Zack gaped, his mind struggling to understand what she was saying. He blinked, the tug of her eyes almost irresistible. “You… you’re…”

“That’s right,” Sammy giggled, moving in closer above him, planting her hands on either side of his head, her breasts bouncing in her top as she looked down at him hungrily. “I’ve been brainwashing you to just adore my touch. Just give in to my coils. To relish being under the thumb of a big, busty babe from the moment my tail was all wrapped around you. Too relaxed to think. Too dumb to study. But just right to be my sweet, adoring, dumb bimbo husband.

“And doesn’t it feel goooood,” she purred as her tail gave another loving squeeze.

Zack moaned, shuddering in her grasp, his lips trembling as pleasure ached through him, urging him to do as she said. To relax and enjoy her embrace and her touch. “B-but I’m… I’m not y-yet…”

“Oh no. Not yet. That’s where the fun comes in,” Sammy purred. “I was lucky that dumb cow almost stole you away. I realized how close you were to giving in. To being utterly primed to be the best hubby a girl could ask for. But not quite there. So I’m going to do it now, Zack. I’m going to make you mine right now. I’m going to let you know exactly what I’m going to do so you can understand every bit of it, and then give in anyway.”

Zack panted, flushed, fear tingling through him at the revelation.

But there was worse.

Oh so much worse.

And that was the arousal that wormed through him like a fire.

Intoxicating. Shamefully delightful as he squirmed helplessly in the lamia’s coils. Feeling the aching need throbbing from his balls and cock. The position was so familiar. So wonderfully the same. The feel of her entrapping coils squeezing and massaging him as he stared into her eyes as they spun and glowed. Feeling his body yearn to give in. So easy to sink. To give in despite all she was saying. The temptation not to fight.

To just…

Give in…

“It’ll be so gooood,” Sammy purred, her voice seeming to vibrate in his bones. Throb in his thoughts. “To give in at last. To just quit. Why study? Why bother? Don’t you like being in my coils? In my grasp? Don’t you love all these days and nights when I’ve had you all wrapped up? Don’t you enjoy sssssurrendering? Delight in jusssst… giving in? No need to fight. You’ll be sssso happy.”

Zack whimpered, because he knew she was right. He would enjoy being under her control. Trapped in her coils. Helpless to her whims. His thoughts only about her. About pleasuring her. About doing whatever he could to make her happy and be a good husband.

“Every night we’d fuck,” Sammy hissed, her forked tongue licking out, teasing his nose. “Every night I’d wrap you up. Squeeze you. Fuck you. Sssssink you into my eyesssss. Deeper under my control. My own persssonal trophy hussssband. Ssssso happy to be mine. Ssssso enjoying my love. Won’t that be wonderful?”

It would.

Dear gods, it would be wonderful. He could feel his body tremble, yearn to slip into that sweet oblivion. Blessed ignorance and eternal pleasure being promised. He whimpered as her coils again flexed.

And her fingers danced on his bulge.

“Sssssso horny,” Sammy whispered as she slipped down his pants. Drew out his cock. “Ssssso needy. And I have just the fix, Zack. Just the thing to make you feel so good. So happy. So mindlessly wonderful. And all you need to do… is give… in…”

Zack groaned as her hand began to lovingly pump his cock. He couldn’t stop his body from undulating, thrusting into her palm despite the shame of it. It was so goooood! Again her coils constricted, holding him tight. Holding him helpless.

“Come on,” Sammy whispered, leaning in closer, her breasts pressing into his chest, her eyes devouring him. “Do it for me, Zackie.”

The sound of that pet name seemed to race down his spine with a tingle of unholy ecstasy, race into his cock and throb in his balls. He gave a great groan, head falling back as he felt the pleasure rush into him. The tension tightening as he stared into her eyes.

“Give in, Zackie. Be a good boy. Be mine. Give in. It’ll feel so good to cum. To cum that silly brain away. To give in to me. To be mine. Don’t fight it. Give in. Give in…”

“S-Sammy. Sammy. I… I… O-ohhhhh!”

Zack cried out as he felt that final peak of pleasure consume him. As he surrendered. As his cock throbbed and cum spurted from him in sharp bursts of pleasure. As his mind swam and sank beneath the waves of ecstasy. Dark waters that surged up and swallowed him whole.

And above him Sammy smirked, lazily milking his cock. Even as he remained hard. Throbbing. Horny despite the shuddering ecstasy that washed through him.

“Good boy,” Sammy purred as she manipulated her human half above his twitching manhood. As she eased down and pressed the delicate slickness of her pussy against his cock. “Gooood boy. Going to make it even better now. Going to make sure I milk every thought out of your head. Make you a perfect husband. A perfect boy utterly obsessed with me. Going to teach you how good it is to obey, Zackie. Going to make you all mine. Forever mine. And it’s going to be soooo good.”

He gazed up at her, his face red, flushed, his lips panting and body tingling with pins and needles of pleasure and knew she was right.

He knew it would be good.

Wonderful.

Amazing.

He felt it in his bones.

Knew his chance to resist was now gone. The possibility of defying her was now behind him.

Her coils flexed again. He groaned in ecstasy as her lips descended on his and kissed him softly. Passionately. And his cock slipped into her slick pussy. Felt her inner walls flex and fuck him as she pulled him hard against her. Her hands stroking him. Confining him in her coils.

In her love.

In pleasure ever lasting…

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“Dropping out, hm?” Miss Cutter said from the other side of her desk, giving him a knowing look.

Zack nodded eagerly. “Y-yes,” he gasped, squirming as the serpentine tail flexed and squeezed around him. “I ah… mnnn… th-think my life is taking… taking a d-different direction and that… um… that college is m-maybe not what I need in life.”

“Yes,” Miss Cutter said with a smirk at the lamia sitting in the chair beside him. “I imagine so. I suppose you found something a bit more… important in life, right?”

Zack nodded eagerly, biting his lower lip and groaning as he felt Sammy’s hand in his lap, squeezing his bulge. “So true,” the lamia cooed. “But then, isn’t that what school is for? Learning more about yourself and the world?”

“S-so true,” Zack gasped, gazing at her, eyes filled with love and devotion. Hearts pulsing in his pupils as he gazed at the seductive serpent.

Miss Cutter chuckled. “I understand,” she said, sliding the form across the table. “Just sign here, and we can get everything sorted out.”

Zack picked up the pen and put it to the line, and for the briefest moment hesitated. Then he felt a squeeze of serpentine coils, and he exhaled, relaxing again, and happily signed.

“Wonderful,” Miss Cutter said, slipping the form out from under his pen. “And since we’re so close to spring break, I assume you two have something in mind?”

“Naturally,” Sammy cooed as her tail again squeezed Zack. “We’re going to get married right away. I have the wedding all planned out.”

“Really?” Miss Cutter said with an amused look between the pair. “And are you going to stay, Sammy?”

“Of course,” she replied. “I’ve still got my studies to finish. But I’ll be taking my darling husband for a quick honeymoon back home. My mom and sisters will take very good care of him while I’m finishing up school. And they live close enough I can head on up to spend the weekends with him. Doesn’t that sound wonderful, sweetie?”

Zack moaned as her hand massaged his bulge, stroking his rapidly hardening manhood through his pants. He nodded eagerly. “Y-yes. Sounds… sounds g-good. Love you.”

“I love you too,” Sammy breathed, leaning over and kissing him fondly on the cheek.

Miss Cutter chuckled. “Now now. Save it for the dorm room you two.”

“Yes ma’am,” Sammy cooed, rising from her chair. “Come along, darling.”

“Yes dear,” Zack breathed, obediently following his serpentine bride, her tail tugging him after her like a leash. But he didn’t mind. Sometimes, a husband needed a firm hand to keep him from going astray.

And he couldn’t wait for the wedding, the honeymoon.

And especially to meet the family…

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for my own sanity, i try to stay away from caitvi discourse, but it’s truly baffling that some people still actively defend caitlyn hitting vi and are "dumbfounded" that it is enough for people to stop shipping them and voice their discontent about their relationship in s2.

one of the most common and dumb defenses i’ve seen is that caitlyn only hit vi once, as if the frequency of the act changes its nature. even a single instance of violence is still violence. highlighting that it happened only once does not negate its significance. it still happened, and it still matters. really, it's simple ...

but the dumbest attempt to defend this moment is comparing caitvi to other ships in arcane, when no other relationship in the series has a similar dynamic. in other pairings that involve physical conflict, both characters fight back or retaliate in some way, whether it’s jinx and ekko, viktor and jayce, or even vander and silco. but caitlyn hitting vi is entirely one-sided. vi does not hit back, and it is not framed as a fight. this moment is not a confrontation between equals but an instance of caitlyn exerting power over vi, someone who has already been through a lot of trauma (years of imprisonment and being beaten by enforcers), which caitlyn is very aware of.

but that’s if you watch arcane as a whole and not just for the relationship, because caitlyn hitting vi is a moment charged with systemic inequality. caitlyn represents the very institution that destroyed vi’s life. when she strikes her, it's not just an individual betrayal, it echoes the violence of an entire system that has oppressed zaunites for generations. it’s impossible to disregard that the historical and social power imbalance makes the scene feel so disturbing if you actually watch the show with your eyes open.

and it’s a major red flag. for caitlyn to hit vi, knowing what she has been through, is not just an act of violence but one that disregards the weight of vi’s suffering. she fails to see vi fully, not just as somebody willing to help her, a potential partner, or a fighter, but as someone wounded by her past.

also, i take back what i said about the dumbest attempt to defend this scene being comparing caitvi to other ships. the dumbest one is when people minimize caitlyn's action by defending the enforcers in general ... because no, the idea that the backlash against caitlyn hitting vi in arcane is simply a matter of an “american lens” is dumb asf. a lot of what's in the show mirrors the kind of systemic violence seen in many parts of the world, not just in the usa. y'all are not exceptional. class struggles, institutionalized oppression, and the abuse of power by those who hold privilege aren't exclusive to america. please wake up. these are themes that transcend national and cultural boundaries. vi’s trauma from imprisonment is not an american experience alone. the psychological and physical toll of being incarcerated is universal. how dumb do you have to be to actually think otherwise?

anyway, even if i don’t like that arcane didn’t frame caitlyn’s action as a serious issue and that it is treated as just another moment in their relationship, the willingness to ignore or rationalize it says more about the fandom’s biases than the actual content of the show imo ...

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I've been thinking if there's like beastmen hybrids on twst. Like if there's half fae in twst such as sebek, would there be half beastmen or like hybrids of two animal characteristics. If that's the case, how would be treated in a beastmen society or in sunset savanna (Would it be like in beaststars 🤔). I'm not sure if twst covered this yet, but I would love to hear your thoughts about it!

Uhhh 😅 Afraid I’m not familiar with Beastars, so I won’t be making reference to it in my response!

No beastmen hybrids have been mentioned thus far, but I’m sure that some must exist. Granted, there may not be that many due to the lore stating that different kinds of beastmen generally don’t get along. There has also been canonical tensions between beastmen and humans in the past (as well as perhaps some cultural clashes, based on some interactions I’ve noticed, such as Jack being uncomfortable when Crewel calls him a “good boy”). I assume the same occurs with merpeople, of which there aren’t many on land to begin with, and fae, who are isolated within their own exclusively fae communities.

I don’t think we know enough about beastmen societies to draw a definitive conclusion on how a hybrid might be treated. However, I imagine there would at least be some level of pushback—though maybe not as intense as what Sebek’s parents likely faced. This behavior would at least come from the related parties, and the pushback would vary depending on what species are involved. For example, if it were two predator animals or two prey animals getting together, that might be more acceptable than predator x prey, and terrestrial animals x terrestrial animal might be more acceptable than terrestrial animal x merperson or terrestrial animal x avian animal. The more similar the two are, the less the social resistance, basically.

I’d also think that an exception to this would be hyenas; Ruggie and Leona imply that hyenas are seen as second-class citizens and that the King of Beasts had to work hard to integrate them into society in the first place. So… if you’re a hyena hybrid, life might be tougher for you due to the prejudice already in place about one half of your heritage.

Generally I don’t think biracial (or bispecies??) relationships are a common thing. Because of how uncommon they are, I think most people would look at those families strangely (not that they should; it’s just how I honestly believe they would react, especially considering the real world sentiments about this).

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Lesboyceta

[pt: Lesboyceta/end pt]

PTBR: Lesboyceta é uma pessoa lésbica que se identifica como boyceta, uma identidade brasileira que descreve a experiência de ser uma pessoa não-cis que possui uma relação com hombridade/masculinidade e tem uma buceta.

A bandeira é uma combinação da bandeira lésbica aurora com essa bandeira boyceta.

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EN: Lesboyceta is a lesbian person who identifies as a boyceta (word equivalent to "boypussy" or "cuntboy" in portuguese), a Brazilian identity that describes the experience of being a non-cis person who has a relationship with manhood/masculinity and has a pussy.

The flag is a combination of the aurora lesbian flag and this boyceta flag.

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