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ruki--mukami · 2 years

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NONSTOP NUT NOVEMBER: DAY 2

Ruki Mukami x Gender Neutral S/O | NSFW | Day 2: Dress-Up

"How cute. You really do look like mere livestock in that ensemble."

The carpet beneath your hands, knees, and toes as you traipsed on all fours, dog ear headband swaying with each movement, soon became soaked in tiny puddles of your precum as a complementary tail vibrator up your tight hole undulated deliciously inside of you against your walls. Abrasive and somewhat rough against your bare skin, the small fibers seared into your pores like an engulfing ember of pleasure. Both of the Vampire's hands were preoccupied; one carefully clutched onto the end of a leash that connected to a collar nearly choking you, while the other held the remote control that influenced the speed and intensity at which the vibrator convulsed. A sadistic smirk spread across his visage as he gazed down at your pathetic form, visibly proud of his endearing and loyal pet.

"Seriously, you just had to act up in the middle of your training... What a bad dog. Oi, don't dawdle. And don't lift your head when I haven't given you permission to do so, either. Just keep crawling and bark like the whelp in heat that you are... Otherwise we start again at square one. Is that understood, Livestock? A pet ought to be smart."

After what felt like an eternity of humiliation and footsteps down a familiar looking hall, the carpet came to an end and instead your palms and knees met with the frigid surface of a cement-like flooring. If the previous discipline was any indication, you already knew the destination Ruki intended to lead you towards was none other than the cold and tenebrous confines of the dungeon. Suppressing a nervous gulp, you struggled to enter the room as he gave your supple rear a persuasive kick with the sole of his shoe imprinting a red silhouette in its shape.

"Almost there. There's no time to rest, pet. Keep walking. The longer you keep me wait, the longer this tail of yours gets to keep wagging. You'd much rather have your master's cock in there, isn't that right? Haha, nothing gets past me. Not even your evident arousal."

Eventually, Ruki guided you behind prison-like bars. Needless to say, such an enclosure posed no threat to him whatsoever as he could teleport to and fro the metallic structure given his vampiric abilities. However, your escape lied entirely in his hands. The swivels and cords of the leash emitted a sharp jangling noise as he tugged on the leash's end; a silent command to for you to be a good pet and sit.

"Well done," he praised with a flip of the switch's harshest setting, "well done indeed. Of course, every good pet needs its cage. Now, here's your reward."

Vacillating between the borders of rapture and pain, the vibrator shook like a magnitude up your anal passage as you collapsed onto the dungeon's floor, panting with tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Threading his fingers up the synthetic fur of the tail plug to simulate a mocking caress, the unbuckling of Ruki's belt almost made your head perk up. Vision hazy and clouded, your gaze soon zeroed in on his pants that fell afterwards, joining you on the stone-cold surface. Looking upwards, you finally regained your senses at the sight of the Vampire's hard and throbbing member, springing at full attention. With a vehement jerk of the leash, you found yourself level with his cock, lips inches away.

"Good grief, you sure are a disgraceful little mutt. Well, no matter... It's time to give my beloved pet a treat. Be an obedient dog and wait."

Although his undergarments had been removed by now, Ruki held a miniscule vial of what appeared to be some mysterious concoction. The transparent liquid descended in languid droplets onto his length as he pumped himself right in front of you, distributing the formula evenly along every inch.

"Wait," he reminded with a voice full of venom. "Hah, you sure look as though you wish to swallow all the cum that I have to give you. Do it as you normally would... And suck me off until I dye your throat white in my essence. Do it... Take all of me in—do it now."

First, the tip of his cock stretched your lips beautifully around him, then finally he was halfway through as an intoxicating flavor permeated your mouth.

An aphrodisiac.

For a moment, you couldn't believe what he just drizzled onto his own member. Nonetheless, it coaxed you into bobbing your head back and forth like a hungry dog lapping at its next meal. Occasionally the Vampire gave gentle tugs of the leash, exulting in how your hot cavern seemingly melted his cock like chocolate. The sweet scent permeated every corner of every taste bud, urging your tongue to skillfully lave along his pulsating thickness. Despite the walk to the dungeon depleting your earlier strength, it was as if the drug restored you completely. Sucking his length as hard as you could, Ruki let out an excited, unabashed growl, watching himself go in and out of your mouth as the tail plug wagged with equal ardor. It felt so utterly fulfilling, receiving Ruki in your oral cavity while the other end took a vibrator only half as satisfying as his cock yet still enough to push your towards the edge of euphoria.

"Yes, that's good... Just like that. There, right there...! A dog must have its purposes... It's like the more I choke you with your collar, the more your technique improves. I'm impressed, Livestock... Get me nice and hard so I can fuck you senseless and fill you with my cum."

Throwing the remote aside, Ruki focused on cradling the back of your head and gave slow, prolonged thrusts of his own into your mouth, groaning salaciously from how you drained his cock with the utmost alacrity and aplomb. Each swing of his hips, swift and brutal, caused his balls to crush into your chin and the leash still attached to your collar to jingle like a string of chains, reminding you that you were still his precious pet and prisoner. Contrarily, from the back and forth motions of your head, the dog headband joined his pants. An imminent climax threatened to knock your whole body over even if you still remained seated, sucking the Vampire's length like he would never reward you again in your lifetime. Vestiges of the aphrodisiac lingered on your tongue which deftly ran and traversed his hardness, untenable heat flowing from head to toe as you finally hit your peak.

With one final stroke, Ruki joined you shortly after, guttural moans escaping him as he emptied a delectable mix of his seed and the earlier philter in perfect harmony. Thanks to his stamina and your newly aroused state, both of you knew this was only the beginning of a long, glorious night together in the dungeon where he often claimed you as his, body and blood. After swerving around your seated self, admiring the curves of your rear as he gave the leash a ruthless pull from behind, he yanked the tail plug without warning. An agonized and needy squeal echoed off the paved walls as you craved to be stuffed in your favorite place once more.

"It seems this cute little tail of yours isn't enough to satisfy you. Hm, it can't be helped... I'll fuck you until you can only think of my cock."

Heavy breaths of rapture left the Vampire as he trailed his fingers up the soft, ample flesh of your ass and marveled the sight of it falling back into place, immaculately rounded and ready to be spanked. Prodding the head of his shaft at the entrance previously abused by the insufficient toy, Ruki let out a sonorous groan as he penetrated you with one sole thrust, hitting you in areas the plug could never reach. Immediately his pace grew vigorous and exuded enough celerity to nearly snap the leash in half, yet despite how he fucked you in earnest and with unparalleled zeal, his animalistic rhythm only seemed to tighten the collar's unrelenting hold around your throat.

"Raising your hips to meet my every thrust, bellowing on your hands and knees, and pleading to your master so desperately... It really makes you look like a dog," he growled lasciviously. "Haah, I can see your most intimate parts in full view... You can't even hope to flee when you squeeze around me so tightly like this...! And even when we're not together, I'll breed you so that you can't walk away from here. Perhaps it's time I give you a pup to care for. Would you like that, pet? I know you would. That's my livestock... You're so erotic...!"

Suddenly his larger frame enveloped yours, drilling and slamming into your innermost sensitive core until the tips of his fangs hovered above your shoulder, hurriedly sinking into the exquisite adipose. Much like the drug you consumed, your redolent blood tasted aphrodisiacal to the Vampire as he doubled his efforts, pounding into your tight hole with abandon. Ruki's growls sounded absolutely feral after drinking copious amounts of your life force, fiercer than any beast. Deeper and rougher than before, he ravished you beyond belief. His calloused hands glided along your silky smooth hips, then back to your rear, then clawing into your hips again as he fervently wrenched you open. Each puncture mark along your shoulder and backside was quickly assuaged with the comforting, agile flickers of his tongue, reddening the proof of Ruki's ownership over you. A second orgasm approached steadily unlike his own spasmodic pace.

"Moan louder, my pet...! Fuck, show me how much of a whore you are. Moan the name of your master who's taming you right now, all night, until the sun rises, and every single day after this forevermore."

#diabolik lovers #ruki mukami #mukami ruki #dungeon #nonstop nut november

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nikola-1 · 1 year

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Once upon a time in a small town nestled between lush green fields and a clear blue river, there lived a dog named Charlie. Charlie was a beautiful golden retriever with soulful brown eyes and a playful personality. He had spent his entire life in a small dilapidated dog shelter on the outskirts of town, hoping to find a home and a family he could call his own. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and months into years, but Charlie remained unclaimed. His heart longed for love and companionship, but each day brought only frustration and a growing sense of desolation. The barking of other dogs echoed through the shelter, but Charlie seemed invisible to those looking for a new furry friend. One chilly fall morning, a young couple named Emily and Mark stumbled into the shelter. They had recently lost their beloved canine companion and were eager to fill the void in their lives. As they walked through the rows of cages, their eyes were caught by Charlie, who was sitting at the gate of his enclosure with a wistful expression on his face. Charlie was wagging his tail, desperately hoping that this was the day he would find his new home. Emily knelt down, carefully reached through the bars and ran her hand through Charlie's fur. She felt the warmth of his body and the depth of his longing as he brushed against her fingers. Tears came to her eyes, and she whispered: "It's him, Mark. We have to give him a chance." Mark nodded, fascinated by Charlie's gentle nature and the spark of hope in his eyes. The couple approached the shelter staff, overwhelmed with excitement. The papers were signed, the dues paid, and Charlie's cage door swung open, marking the beginning of a new chapter in his life. At first Charlie couldn't believe his good fortune. Emily and Mark showered him with love and affection, making him feel like the happiest dog in the world. They took him for long walks, played ball in the park, and even let him curl up in their bed at night. Charlie had never felt such warmth and contentment before, and his heart overflowed with happiness. The weeks turned into months, and everything seemed perfect. But then Emily received the news that she had been offered an incredible job across the country. The decision to do so tore at her heart, for she knew that their cozy little home would no longer be a good fit for Charlie. Desperate for a solution, Emily and Mark placed an ad online, hoping to find someone who could offer Charlie the love and care he deserved. Weeks went by, but no one showed interest in the middle-aged dog. Finally, the Anderson family got in touch. They lived in a large suburban home with a spacious backyard and were looking for a companion for their lonely Labrador Bella. The Andersons had lost their previous dog a few months earlier, and the emptiness in their lives seemed to be the same as in Charlie's. With a heavy heart, Emily and Mark agreed to meet the Anderson family. On a misty Sunday afternoon, they found themselves in the Andersons' living room, surrounded by family photos and the soothing aroma of homemade cookies. As tears came to Emily's eyes, she hugged Charlie one last time and whispered: "I love you, my sweet boy. It's better for you." Charlie's tail wagged weakly, as if he understood everything, but deep down his heart ached. It felt as if the rug had been pulled out from under his paws, leaving him unsteady and heartbroken. Just when he thought he had finally found his home, he was snatched away as if cruelly pranked. The Andersons, seeing the sadness in Charlie's eyes, promised Emily and Mark that they would give him the love and care he deserved. Emily's hand. unique stories not found on zen read here https://clck.ru/34tiK4

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wheatnoodle · 3 months

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his travels were so worth it, this is SO hot are you kidding me

very well may be my favorite tattoo he’s gotten GAHDAMN😩😩😮‍💨😮‍💨

#anthony padilla #smosh #smosh anthony #tattoos #tattoo #barking like a dog #gnawing at the bars of my enclosure #smoshblr

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sourwormsaresour · 3 years

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Headcanons on the type of pets La Squadra would own?

Holy shit this was too fun to make, especially with giving the pets names.

Sorbet and Gelato have their own Crusty-White-Dog™ that's a Maltese Terrier named Armani. The dog hates and barks nonstop at everything deemed threatening (aka, everyone and particularly the rest of La Squadra) and yet those two will claim she's the sweetest thing in the world. True to her name, they deck her with Armani branded clothes, either specially made dog fashion or they had a DIY done to make it look like an Armani outfit- down to the bright pink leash she wears dripping in the Armani logo. She eats the finest dry kibble and only drinks Ferrarelle Sparkling water; she will know the difference if you switch it up. She's the epitome of "I demand pets but only do so with your eyes" to everyone. Despite loving Sorbet and Gelato the most, she demands all their attention on her and she will cockblock those two if she catches them being affectionate to each other instead. Despite having a nice bed, she always sleeps between the two of them and will whimper if they kick her out of the bedroom so they can get intimate. Those tear-stained eyes always look like they've seen everything, despite being constantly babied by her owners. If Armani could, she would kill everyone.

Risotto, the biggest man in Vento Aureo, has a little Syrian hamster he called Ace. He thought that a pet with a shorter lifespan would allow him the perfect balance of having a pet but not being very attached to it compared to pets that live longer- he was wrong. If you ever come into Risotto's office as he worked, either you are greeted with Ace running around in his green hamster ball, walking around Risotto's desk as he worked, or running in the hamster wheel behind the desk. Ace's tank is an old Aquarium tank Pesci gave to Risotto that is now full of soft bedding, toys, and Risotto frequently cleans it. There are days where Risotto just spends hours watching his hamster walk around the room, eating little treats, and staring at Risotto with its beady eyes. It's gotten to the point where you can't walk into Risotto's office without noticing a lone sunflower seed or piece of bedding on the ground that Risotto didn't notice until you pointed it out. Every time Ace passes from old age, Risotto buys a new Syrian hamster and calls that one Ace. He hasn't kept track of how many hamsters that came and went so far, but treated every one of them as if they were the first Ace. He takes pictures of Ace doing the most relatively boring things and will share them with his members.

Illuso got a Sulphur-crested cockatoo named Scapino as a joke. He thought they didn’t require much attention but later felt bad when he found out that they need specific proper care. He proceeds to care for it as if it was his child. Illuso taught his bird how to speak and swear at people, specifically swearing at Formaggio and occasionally at Ghiaccio. This man will shower his bird with the best treats (expensive nuts, dried fruit, chicken bones) and has a special bar for it to perch on when they're in the shower together. This bird has free reign all over Illuso's place and wears a little anklet thing to verify that it has an owner should it escape. The two of them have spa days together and it’s one of the most wholesome things in the world to witness. Scapino will actually join Illuso on missions too, staying in the mirror world the whole time, and it provides him some comfort from his social anxiety. Sometimes Scapino sits on his shoulder as he walks. Illuso trained it to stay and hide in the mirror world so that it wouldn’t fly away or blow his cover when he’s working. But the bird will fly around in there and will watch anyone that’s getting murked in front of him with no remorse and commenting on it too. Imagine you’re dying in the mirror world and your last moment is this fucking bird looming over you going “night night, motherfucker”. JESUS CHRIST.

Prosciutto used to be on the whole “pets are unnecessary” train but he had considered looking at breeders for the best quality dog. And then one rainy day he found an abandoned Portuguese Water Dog puppy in an alleyway and at Pesci’s insistence took it in. Turns out the puppy was bought by a rich family for their kid but then abandoned when the kid wasn't interested in it anymore. Prosciutto insisted that the dog was going to stay for one night and then sent to the pound first thing in the morning. It's been years now and the little dog is now a big fluffy good boy named Pon Pon. The second biggest chunk of Prosciutto's paycheck is for this dog; I'm talking grooming services with paw-ticures, an all-organic raw diet, the nicest beds that even a human would wish they can sleep on. Pon Pon is properly trained with all the basics and tricks, because Prosciutto doesn't want to deal with a misbehaving dog, but it will use puppy eyes against the old man now and then. He give you the best smiles if you call him a good boy and if you glance at the right time you can see Prosciutto smile for a brief moment. Had he lived longer, he would have made Pon Pon famous on Facebook like Boo the Dog. Prosciutto will also not admit that this dog has helped him get laid a few times, because every person he did bring home always got a kick out of Pon Pon.

Ghiaccio has a pet snake- an albino ball python named Bianco. Ghiaccio was also on the “pets are unnecessary” train too but mainly because he can't stand loud pets (i.e. Illuso and Sorbet and Gelato’s pets). When Risotto suggested he get a snake, Ghiaccio looked into it, researching and meticulously setting up the proper enclosure and found himself going to a local reptile expo to find Bianco for sale. He’s fascinated by his snake to say the least, and would use leftover containers or Tupperware for Bianco to spend more money on proper equipment or food. Ghiaccio is really involved in online reptile forums and frequently debates with people on topics such as the best substrates to use, whether live rodents are better than frozen, ethics of breeding certain species, etc. He often gets worried when Bianco becomes picky and Ghiaccio would spend sleepless nights trying to get his baby to eat. Ghiaccio would walk around with his ball python wrapped around his neck or lets him slither around in his room under supervision but he mostly leaves him alone in the enclosure. There are times where he would claim he has the best, smartest pet and everyone just rolls their eyes like “yes the white fettuccine that got stuck in a toilet paper roll an hour ago is so smart”. But they let him rant about it. It’s kind of cute to say the least.

Pesci is the definition of people whose entire LIVELIHOOD is making his room into an aquarium. His room is full of strictly maintained, cleaned, and decorated tanks full of various types of aquatic animals. I’m talking Dwarf Puffers (Antonio, Portia, Jessica, Bassiano, and Solanio), Albino Gold Axolotls (Moe, Larry, and Curly), Red Ear Sliders (Franco and Ciccio), Clown Fishes (Browser, Mario, Toadstool, and Koopa), Brazilian Sea Horses (Tom and Jerry), a Blue Betta Fish named Valentina in a 30+ gallon aquaponics tank that grows a variety of plants each season- to name a few. He rebuilt his entire room to keep everything running and even had Melone help him set up timers for lighting and temperature control. Pesci will cry if you somehow made the pH level off by 1 or did not care for his animals properly when he’s away. He’ll even lecture you about bad tank setup. He's a prominent member of the aquarium community in Italy and will regularly redecorate each tank to suit the year and mood. This is where he’s spending his cut on the 20 million lira job: caring for his mini aquarium room. He occasionally gives away his pets’ offsprings for extra money (he doesn’t breed but sometimes he ends up having a ton of baby animals he can’t take care of) and would have been a YouTuber for his fish content. Now that I think about it, Pesci reminds me of my mutual @nexter2nd. Please go follow them.

Melone has a Holland Lop bunny and you cannot change my mind. He actually had a pet bunny growing up, another Holland Lop named Echo and Grep, and his current one is named Sudo; all three are named after UNIX commands. He has a large dog crate he diy-ed to be a roomy enclosure in his room for her that he cleans frequently but also allows Sudo free reign of the room when she wants to go out. Because of his job, he makes sure all his wires are covered so his bunny isn't tempted to chew them and watches his bunny diligently whenever she roams around. Easter time is when the denim jacket, pastel bows, and flower crowns come out and Melone makes sure to take a lot of photos. He also housetrained his bunny and taught her a few tricks, similar to how he trained Echo and Grep years ago. Sudo is spoiled in terms of getting a lot of pets, new toys, and feasts on the finest veggies and delicious hay. Melone also makes sure the first thing he teaches his Juniors is to not harm the bunny. Surprisingly, he's against breeding Sudo and has her neutered. This is mainly because he doesn't have the time to breed and raise more bunnies but also he hates the idea of selling the grown bunnies off afterward.

You know that Formaggio has a cat: the little Russian Blue cat named Sweetie Baby. Sweetie Baby was a kitten that he found outside his home. The little thing was the sole survivor of its litter and nearly starving to death, so he took her in thinking he will bring her to the shelter when she recovers; that cat now lets him live in HER apartment rent-free. Despite feeding her cheap dry food and constantly shoving her into bottles, he treats her like a queen otherwise. He will dress her up in little outfits (much to her annoyance) and often would be too aggressively affectionate towards her. Still, there are moments where she would cuddle with him during the later nights and allow him to put on one iced-out bow he just spent a quarter of his paycheck on. Walking to his apartment and even the backdoor of La Squadra’s HQ means carefully walking through the stray cats mewling at your feet, because Formaggio will feed any cat he sees. Initially, Risotto wanted the cats gone, but then he finds out the cats doubled as security when he watched some robber attempting to break in but getting their eyes scratched off instead.

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michaels-reality · 4 years

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sorry for barking at you i got the zoomies *runs around in circles full speed like a dog* please stick your fingers between the bars of my enclosure i promise i wont bite please stick your fingers in i will not bite i will Not b

okay i trust you :) *sticks my hand between the bars*

#asks

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queerpyracy · 4 years

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I hope it's ok to ask your farmer expertise for writing purposes? if a farm was abandoned for c. 2 weeks, with no one to care for the animals, how would the ones you are familiar / have experience with fare -- starve, break out of barns/enclosures, etc? I'll drop dollar in your ko-fi if u answer thx

i'm gonna put this under a cut both bc it's long and bc some of the content might be upsetting, general content warning for animal death and injury

so, what kind of farm infrastructure you have/how it was left is going to matter here

animals with outdoor access are going to have a much easier time getting out than those closed up in a barn, though if they are closed up they'll push on anything they can get to move and doors can come off tracks/hinges, a big enough and desperate enough animal will break a chain on a gate or break a latch on a door. (bulls, especially, are great for fucking up gates for less desperate reasons than thirst. we had a mature bull jump over a gate for horny reasons, and there is now a permanent bend in the top bar.) sometimes they even lift gates off their hinges, which isn’t a perfect way to get out bc cows don’t like walking over that kind of stuff but they will if they have to.

chickens aren't great fliers but they can get over fences pretty easy if there's not a roof in the way, so if they're penned but not in a coop, they'll get out to look for food and water. they'll have the easiest time food-wise (unless it's winter) but will also be the easiest for smaller predators (hawks, raccoons, foxes, skunks, coyotes, etc) to pick off. this'll depend on whether or not your hypothetical farm was abandoned during the day with chickens outside or at night when they were shut up in the coop for protection, in which case, unless your birds have access to two weeks worth of water, they're fucked. mine made it about 8 days on the water provided them when we had to evacuate because of wildfires, but they were topped off knowing we might not be able to get back to them and given extra water because of it. we're talking a 2 gallon covered water can + a coffee can for seven hens, it wasn't too hot, and they were almost dry when i was able to come home.

chickens might be able to make it without food for two weeks, but they might also start cannibalizing each other. this would probably start with a bird at the bottom of the pecking order getting injured and then the situation escalating from there. (this, by the way, doesn't happen unless chickens are under a lot of stress. like chickens are fucked up but i feel the need to be clear that this is not Normal chicken behavior. they will give each other minor injuries but cannibalism happens bc of extreme stress.) chickens will also kill small snakes and rodents.

chickens that are outside without being able to get back in their coop will find a tree or other elevated place to roost at night. chickens that are outside with access to their coop might choose to roost in their coop or outside. laying birds will also start to pick fun new secret places to lay their eggs, under bushes and such. even fed chickens will sometimes eat their own eggs, hungry chickens are absolutely likely to become routine egg eaters. extremely hungry chickens will stop laying.

roosters might be able to fend off skunks and raccoons, but hawks drop out of the sky* and anything much larger than a raccoon is going to devestate an unprotected flock. chickens that are outside in winter and can't get out of the cold are going to be vulnerable to frostbite, particularly their toes and combs. also: if a chicken gets wet down to its skin there is a very high likelihood it will get sick and die.

*hawks will kill a chicken but chickens are also generally too large for them to carry off, so they’ll leave most of the chicken where they found it.

a note on predators in general: you'll have to decide how aggressive they were before the humans were no longer around. where i am, the coyotes are pretty good about keeping their distance, but that's not true of every place, and if they were already a problem, they'll definitely increase their hunting in the absence of humans to keep them at bay. larger animals like cows and horses might be able to drive off or kill a coyote/dog or a small bear, but if they're contending with mountain lions that'll be more of a problem for them. not impossible to drive off/kill, but much more likely to successfully kill livestock.

i don't have much experience with sheep but a problematic dog can kill tons of them in a relatively short time so you can extrapolate from there. i can't think of anyway people tend to keep rabbits that wouldn't leave them dying of dehydration after a few days, unless they manage to pop a latch on their cage/hutch, but they too are going to be extremely vulnerable to predation, being small, unaccustomed to wild conditions, and possibly a highly visible color. domestic rabbits also can die of fright very easily. (my sister's rabbit, who survived a cow sitting on her cage and lived many years after, is an outlier and should not be counted.)

what kind of fencing you have is going to matter: cows don't give much of a shit about barbed wire fences even when they aren't thirsty and hungry, so that won't be much of a problem for them either. if the fence is old, they might push over a rotting post and get out that way. downed wires (barbed or otherwise) might result in an animal getting tangled up--they might be stuck or they might have a horrible ankle bracelet which will cut into them and get infected. they might break the wire from the fence, have a horrible ankle bracelet, and get stuck/tie up their back legs somewhere else.

electric fences are going to be a bit more problematic unless the power is down. cows (and i assume most other livestock) will go through an electric fence if the voltage is compromised in some way, which can happen just from having tall grass/weeds that get wet and short out the fence. if an animal gets tangled up in a hot electric fence and there's no one there to free it, then it's fucked. an electric fence isn't going to be hot enough to kill it fast, is the problem, just enough to make it harder to escape. (i had a rather frightening experience this last summer with a heifer getting her back legs tangled in a temporary wire. she's fine but she wouldn't have gotten out without my help and her legs didn't work for a couple of minutes, and she seemed kind of Off for weeks after that. you wouldn't know anything had happened to her, now.)

wire mesh fences are going to be the hardest to get out of. cow/hog panel fences can be busted where they're tied together/stapled to a post (especially, again, if the fence is old and the posts are decaying.) wooden fences they will just knock over or break through. hedges will be eaten and used for shelter. if for some reason this farm has stone walls that could be a problem for everything except maybe goats and chickens.

goats are escape artists anyway, as long as their horns to get stuck in anything/their feet don't get tangled up, they'll be out and roaming. they are smaller and thus more vulnerable to predators than larger livestock.

access to water is going to be the primary motivator in the short term and the thing that will kill shut-in animals the fastest, as for whether or not anything that manages to get outside will starve in two weeks time, that's going to depend on the season and place. the middle of winter in a place with snow and ice is going to be very hard, obviously, but if we're anywhere between spring and autumn and there is food to be had somewhere, then hungry animals will try to get to it. if they can't get out of fences, hunger might drive them to eat toxic plants they ordinarily avoid. how deadly that is to them depends on how toxic it is, how much is available for them to eat, and how big the animal is. a large cow can probably survive a few stems of tansy ragwort but not a field. (sheep, weirdly enough, can apparently eat young tansy ragwort plants without issue? again, not much experience with sheep but this fact has haunted me since i read it. tansy ragwort causes liver damage in almost everything but sheep, which die at the drop of a hat, Fine, I Guess.)

they'll also start chewing on things that aren't toxic but they might avoid for other reasons, like risking scratching up their nose by eating blackberry leaves, or lower branches of conifer trees. any branches of deciduous trees they can reach, if in leaf, will be one of the first things they go after. if they're regularly pastured under these trees, they'll already have pruned up the bottom branches to however high the tallest animal can reach. if it's autumn or after and there are apples or other fruit on the ground they'll absolutely clean those up, no matter how old--tho after two weeks anyone who finds the place will probably have missed the period of time in which there were drunk livestock. goats will also strip bark off trees, girdling and ultimately killing the tree.

if they can get out of fences they'll wander however far they need to go to find more food. how lucky they are again depends on the season and location. steep hills will provide more danger, especially if it's wet and slick. how regularly they return to the farm itself probably depends on where the water is and if there's better shelter there than anywhere else. (depending on how isolated your hypothetical farm is, wandering livestock might be the indicator that something is Wrong.)

if there are stores of grain laying around that ruminant livestock get into and gorge themselves on, they could get bloat and die that way. they'll also eat bedding straw if hungry, which isn't really nutritious, as long as it isn't covered in urine or feces. in a mixed species group of animals they're more likely to graze closer to/around the feces of other species than in their own. don't ask me why this is just something i've observed.

under severe stress like dehydration or hunger a lactating animal will dry up, which could have consequences for their offspring. if they're old enough to eat solid foods this isn't necessarily lethal, but could stunt their growth in the long term, or leave them more vulnerable to hypothermia bc of the decrease in calories.

some bullet points bc this is A Lot:

animals that are closed up in a barn/coop/etc are at a much higher risk of dying in under a two week time span than animals that aren't

thirst and lack of shelter will kill them faster than hunger

winter is going to in general be the most dangerous season for them to go two weeks without care

most livestock find ways to escape their holdings even when they aren't desperate

small and very young animals are going to in general be more vulnerable to weather and predation

that's about all i can think of off the top of my head, if you have any more questions i'm happy to help.

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Four of a Kind

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Rating: MA (for eventual smut)

Summary: After accepting a job as the head of marketing for a local animal shelter, Anna finds herself in a new city in need of a place to live. Luckily, 3 guys know just the place.

Previous chapter

Chapter 4

Kristoff was eating a bowl of cereal when his phone buzzed. It was the group chat: Loft Hoes.

“Isn’t that like, demeaning to women or something?” Kristoff had asked the group after Sven brought up the name for their loft group chat. It had been “loft bros” for as long as he could remember, but Sven proposed the change after Anna was added to the chat. “Besides, I’m not even a hoe!”

“I’m a hoe!” Sven proudly announced.

“I love it,” Anna exclaimed. “Let’s do it.” And so the name stuck.

Anna had sent a message to the group. “Hey, I left my laptop at home and I need it for work. :(((( Can someone plz plz plz bring it to me? It should be on the kitchen counter.”

Kristoff sighed and typed out a response.

“I got it.”

“!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 Thank you!!!!!” was Anna’s reply.

“Absolute legend,” Sven sent.

Kristoff ate the rest of his cereal, grabbed her laptop bag, and headed out to her work.

Anna sent him the address. She worked at an animal shelter just a few minutes downtown, so it wasn’t out of the way or anything. He was actually excited to see what her office was like. Maybe he would even catch a glimpse of her at work.

He walked in and was greeted by a gentle smile and a warm welcome from the receptionist.

“Can I help you?” she asked.

“Hi, I just have something to drop off for Anna Arendelle.”

As soon as he said that, he heard his name being called. He looked up, and there was Anna, bounding down the steps that he assumed lead up to offices. She seemed so happy to see him. It made his heart swell.

“Oh my god, thank you! You’re such a lifesaver,” she cried, throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him into a quick hug before grabbing the laptop from the table.

Kristoff was too shocked to do anything except melt into her just a bit. The hug was brief. He didn’t have time to hug her back, but he felt warmth and light for a moment before it quickly dissipated when she pulled away.

“Since you’re here, do you want to look around? We just got a new litter of puppies and they're so cute. You can see them if you want. I mean, only if you want to, I don’t want to force you or anything, especially if you have anything you need to do-”

“Calm down, feistypants,” he teased. “That sounds really nice.”

A week or so ago he probably would have declined her offer. He would have made up some excuse as to why he couldn’t stick around and head back home. But since he stopped trying so hard with her, he’d grown to enjoy her presence. He genuinely wanted her to show him around.

Anna grinned and bounced up on her toes. It was nice to see her in her element. At home she tended to second guess herself; seeing her here for the first time, she seemed more confident and self-assured than ever. He liked this side of her, he decided.

Anna headed into the main room and motioned for Kristoff to follow her. “Come on!”

She brought him out into a large room with little cages and pens where rescued cats sat and meowed at passersbys.

“These are all of our cats and kittens that are ready for adoption, but we have plenty more who still need shots and assessments and all that good stuff before they’re ready to be out here on the floor,” Anna explained. She leaned down and wagged her finger between the bars of one of the enclosures. A tiny kitten swatted at her playfully. “This guy’s my favorite. Don’t tell the others,” she joked.

Kristoff leaned down to take a look at the little kitten and smiled. He was sweet. His eyes were warm and friendly, with a hint of mischievous behind them. “I can see why you like him,” Kristoff agreed.

Anna led him back through a door marked ‘Employees Only’. “It’s okay, you’re with me,” she said with a smile when she noticed his slight hesitation. She brought him into a small room, and he was immediately greeted with small yaps and barks. Nails skidded on the linoleum as the puppies ran to see who was at the door.

“Hi, guys!” Anna cooed, getting down on her knees to pet the little babies. “These guys were found all alone in a box in the middle of a park. The mom never showed up, so we’ve been bottle feeding them and making sure they’re good and socialized, yes we have, yes we have!” she said, ruffling one of the puppies’ ears and speaking to it in a baby tone.

He joined Anna on the floor and laughed as one of the tiny puppies scampered up into his lap. Their knees were touching, and Kristoff tried to convince himself that he didn’t feel something between them.

“That one likes you,” Anna decided as the puppy began to lick his face.

Kristoff smiled at her statement and watched her as she threw a ball for the puppies. Her smile was radiant and her laugh sent a surge of warmth through his body.

At first, he thought she was only nice around him to secure her place in the loft. But he had soon come to realize that it wasn’t any sort of act. She was just a nice person. She brought home cookies from work and stopped by the store on the way home if she knew they were running low on something. She watered Ryder’s plants when he forgot (and he forgot a lot), let Sven sing as loudly as he wanted around the house, and was a better person to Kristoff than he thought he deserved.

Outside of his small circle of friends and family, Kristoff wasn’t used to “nice” for the sake of being nice. He was used to “nice” if someone wanted something from him or “nice” because people were scared of him. He was used to contempt. He was used to betrayal. But Anna was kind and thoughtful and sweet for all of the right reasons. He knew that as he watched the way her eyes lit up when he picked up one of the puppies and held it close to his chest.

“My family used to have a dog that looked like these guys,” Kristoff started suddenly.

Anna looked at him with kind eyes that urged him to continue.

“He was a good dog. I grew up with him. I don’t know why my parents didn’t get another dog after he died.”

Anna nodded thoughtfully. “My childhood pet was a cat. Poor thing- I used to chase her around with my sister. I thought she was mean, but I’d be pissed too if some toddler was always running after me. We both mellowed out when we got older, and soon she was, like, my best friend. I loved that cat so much.”

“Is that why you wanted to go into this kind of work?” Kristoff asked.

“I think so. That, and...” she hesitated, suddenly looking down toward the ground. Her nose scrunched in concentration.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” Kristoff offered, suddenly worried he had said something wrong.

“No, it’s okay,” she said, offering him an easy smile. “After we—my sister and I—moved away from our parents, that cat was always there for me. She slept with me and cuddled with me when I cried. I kinda realized how beautiful animals can be and how much they can mean to us.” Anna stroked one of the puppies thoughtfully as she continued. “I really love working with animals because...I feel like I’m giving animals a chance to be loved, and a chance to love people back.” She paused for a moment. “Sorry, that’s probably more than you wanted to know.”

“No, don’t be sorry. That’s a really nice story,” Kristoff said, unsure of what else to say.

“Thanks,” Her smile was soft and almost sad, but the look in her eyes swam with appreciation for his kind words. “What about you? Why did you go into construction?”

Kristoff laughed then. “I didn’t really seek out construction work, it just kinda happened. I needed a job out of high school and the pay was good, so I took it, and I’ve been in it ever since.”

Anna nodded. “That’s totally fair. You knew what you wanted and you went after it.”

Kristoff smiled. “Maybe you’re right.”

“I know I’m right. I’m right about everything,” she teased. She got to her feet.

“Wow, your modesty is inspiring,” he said, rising to stand as well and playfully nudging her.

“As much as I love this, I do have to get back to work,” Anna sighed. She seemed disappointed to be leaving him and he found himself feeling the same. “I’ll walk you out though?” She said it like a question.

“Yeah, that would be nice,” he replied.

He lingered in the lobby, not wanting to leave and wanting to hug her, to tell her how much he enjoyed her company and how he wanted to come back again sometime or maybe watch a movie in the loft tonight or-

“Thanks for my laptop,” she said, placing a hand on his arm and smiling earnestly at him. “And for seeing the puppies with me.”

“Are you kidding me? Thank you - those puppies were the highlight of my week.”

Anna laughed. “You can come back anytime and I’ll let you back there.”

Kristoff smiled. He hoped she meant it.

He felt soft and light as he walked out to his car, full of something that he hadn’t felt in a long time. He had the unmistakable feeling of butterflies in his stomach and the lingering feeling of her hand gently resting on his arm. Kristoff shut the door of his car and placed his head on the steering wheel. He was fucked.

#Kristanna #kristanna fanfic #frozen fanfic #fanfiction #frozen

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blankdblank · 5 years

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It’s a Head Scratcher

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x Thorin – @evyiione, @deepestfirefun, @queenoferebor

Another lovely request from @deepestfirefun about the lovely Dwarf King waking up after his fight on Raven Hill in unexpected circumstances. :D

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Safe. Erebor, his kin, the future of his family was secure. He had made certain of it. Collapsed on Raven Hill he had seen the battle tapering off as the Eagles flew in overhead, Fili would be King, furious but King once they freed him and Kili from the prison cell he had trapped them in to protect them, Ori had seen to it they wouldn’t be let out until Dwalin gave the all clear.

Cold metal chilled his bones and heavily he shifted curious where he was, he took a blade to the chest by all reasoning he should be dead and yet his piercing blue eyes opened finding himself inside a cage. Instantly his heart sped up and where his shout had been ushered up it was replaced with a loud bark. Frozen in shock he rolled into his stomach curious about the new bends in his limbs and long attachment to his face in his vision.

Looking down he saw paws, big furry paws, turning his head he saw the odd addition to his rear end a long billowing tail. Long thick fur coated his body and all at once his panic died and he dropped to his stomach, King of the Mountain to a dog. Lowering his head his eyes closed and his paws raised to cover his snout in a low grumble as he stroked them along it as if to remove it like a mask.

He was meant to be in the halls of his fathers to serve Mahal until the end of time when his children would aid in rebuilding the world, instead he was in a cage in this silent room muffling what seemed to be a bustling world outside growing to deafening levels almost spiking his heart rate when the heavy door to his freedom would open only to shut again after a trio of random passers by were stopping strolling through the room. Each cage they paused and then would move on after the pointy eared parents would converse with their the golden haired girl in pigtails and an absurdly poofy pink dress flaring to a stop at her knees. The woman in a deep maroon velvet gown corseted with long sleeves revealing a flash of pink lace with an absurd bundle of fabric around her backside on the otherwise sleek layered skirt just barely covering all of her heeled black boots. The man in a jacket over a dress vest with pocket watch secured in a button hole in bright silver contrasting his maroon and black ensemble.

“Elves…” Thorin grumbled to himself and slunk back as far as he could hoping the cage above his would aid in a shadow that he could hide in.

A few moments they spent glancing at the row of cages he was in, a glance at the sheet hanging from one of the bars from the father ended with a tug on the father’s jacket turning him in the direction his giddy daughter was pointing. Directly across from him, a glass enclosure packed with puppies freshly weaned and wiggling in a clambering mess each barking and whining to be freed from their enclosure. “Yes, take a puppy. Hopefully some Dwarf will wander in.” Yet in a pause at the clench of his empty stomach he grumbled to himself as they made their pick and strolled away, “Better yet, a Hobbit. Spend my days fat and lazing about in front of the fire.”

Again the door opened just as he flopped down again groaning in agony at his growing hunger only to groan at being gawked at again, instantly his ears perked up at the cries of “food!” Filling the room, one by one each slot on the front of the cages was opened and a bowl slid in beside the water bowls refilled as well followed by happy chomping and lapping up of the sauces each dog behind him praised. His slot however opened and from the lanky disinterested Man in an apron over his slacks and rolled up button down shirt moved on without a second glance while Thorin sat simply staring at the bowl in front of him once his water was filled and he had risen up again.

“Slop. I should be feasting with my fathers front the finest of cutlery and they give me slop.” Lowering down he sniffed it and drew back with nose scrunched in a grimace, huffing at the clench of his stomach he lowered grumbling, “Best have some Hobbits in here soon, surely with seven pantries they would feed me better than this.” It wasn’t the worst he tasted, that was what he clung to, a hope of someone coming to his rescue freeing him from this filling yet unappetizing endless supply of slop he found himself doomed to.

“Even that dish the boys made with those poisoned mushrooms tasted better than this…” Four days he had been here, at least by his reckoning, and oh did he miss his family. Every inch of him ached in this hell separating him from them or any kindness past the cheerful conversation of the puppies often looping him into their fabricated tales of what their homes would be like only worsening his mood at knowing he could never go home. He would never see Erebor again, it would rise and flourish again to a splendor his eyes would never behold, and that was a knife stabbing him harsher than any blade in existence.

He remembered it clearly, Bilbo in the path outside his cell in Greenwood shaking that ring of keys with an odd smirk. Every day passed and yet Bilbo never showed up, so he relented. For a whole day any time another family would stroll through he would pop up wagging his curved tail wide eyed faking glee in seeing the groups passing on to yet another tiny puppy or potato sack sized dog far more portable than him. Worsening his mood at their continuous comments on how old he must be at his size or how much feeding or grooming him might cost them. Souring him down to his depressed slump by the next morning and to be turned away entirely by the end of the week ignoring all who passed by.

Again the heavy door opened and an ethereal honey dipped voice sounded out echoing through the vast room from the opposite end, “You’ve been President for over 12000 years, Turin is running merely on tradition alone, his slogan, ‘I like pancakes’. Then there’s Huan, grandfather’s dog he nominated, doesn’t even have a slogan, they’re going to vote for you.”

A chortle was then followed by a man asking, “That is your reasoning that they won’t vote for Huan, he has no slogan?”

Chortles followed an apparent unamused expression then another man asked, “Then why are we going to the pound?”

Again the woman spoke, “You insist on playing this out properly every century we go through this same election process. You want to campaign and dogs make a candidate more friendly and appealing to strangers. Besides we could twist it that we have the dog’s vote over Huan’s.”

Laughs followed with a question of another man stating, “But we’re buying them”

She spoke again firmly, “We’re getting a dog you promised. I’ve wanted one for ages and now there’s no reason to argue.” Clearly in Thorin’s mind making him assume she was the youngest of them.

The second man spoke again, “I could think of thousands, we live in an airship for one.”

“Only until the election is through then it’s back to the palace. We have the garden and tons of space for it to explore.”

The man fired back, “Tons to destroy more like it. Puppies are difficult and bored dogs are worse.”

“Then we’ll make sure that it doesn’t get bored.”

Another of the men asked, “What about that one?”

Answering clearly she said, “No, those bite.”

Each one was more of the same shared comments on the breed until finally Thorin caught a glimpse of boots of four men passing his cage with a purple velvet gown clad woman behind them.

Though unlike before the entire skirt was layered making her look more like a bell with bows down the back over a fold revealing panel of black velvet lined in lace covering black heeled boots in a far more decorative style tipping him off this family was more wealthy than the others. Her top a matching buttoned purple velvet jacket with sleeves to the elbow and short strips of lace dangling elegantly from them in black. Respectfully he avoided spending too long focusing on her pronounced bust absent of any chest hair Dams would usually bear those tops to flaunt noticed thanks to the swooping neckline framed with a layer of black lace tucked out from the corseted top underneath. In a glance over his back his eyes shot to her glowing skin matching the silvery curls pulled back into a long braid coated in glimmering silver flower pins with emerald leaves pinned into the top of the braided strips pulled back across her head topped with a small feathered purple hat held on by a long pin.

Around her two tall men with matching silver curls pulled back in blue cloth wraps to the end from their necks beside a fiery haired man taller than him with curls pulled into a long braid beside a raven haired man letting his waist length curls float free around his face and back sliding a green hair wrap between his fingers out of possible boredom.

One of the silvery haired men spoke tearing Thorin’s eyes from you, “Here, puppies.”

A sigh came from you breaking his eyes back to you again finally making him realize and grumble, “Elves.”

The noise was enough to turn your head and with a wide eyed stare Thorin caught your bright purple eyed stare in a smirk easing across your face, “No. Here’s one.”

Nearing him you tilted the sheet reading his information listed on where he was found and any details on his breed, weight, possible age and temperament while the redhead said, “That’s not a dog, that is clearly a bear.”

Your grin appeared and you leaned forward lowering his gaze to the glowing stone dangling from a strand of white gems making Thorin mumble, “The arkenstone. No, Fili should have that!”

“He is perfect.”

The raven haired one said, “How?”

“Well he’s old enough to be trained and won’t have to be potty trained according to the sheet, plus he could give Huan a run for his money on size.” Upright again your hand lowered adding, “Plus, look at those eyes, bright blue.”

One of the silvery haired Elves said, “But, isn’t he a bit, old?”

Your face scrunched up in an unamused glance up at him, “Ada, that’s exactly why we should get him, think how happy he’d be to have a home and a family that cares about him. We have to get him.” A near pout from you silenced their argument and they nodded with the unspoken silver haired man leaning forward to say, “Looks like you’re coming with us,” his eyes scanned to the sheet, “Darer.”

An elated squeak from you came before your turn to crouch in front of his cage smiling up at him while the raven haired one left saying, “I’ll get the man with the keys.”

Thorin in his rise to sit up inside his cage swallowed dryly looking you up and down as you said, “We are going to take such good care of you, you’ll see.” In another glance at the sheet you said, “You must have been from a Kharmu khazâd,” (Drarf Friend) The Dwarvish term raising one of his flopped forward ears, “With a name like that. Uncle knew a Thorin once, from Durin the Deathless’ line no less.”

Your silver haired uncle said, “Looks like he’ll need some tending to when we get him home.” Rising up again you turned to glance at the Man approaching with keys in hand.

Gruffly he asked, “You certain you want this one?” Peering up through the cage Thorin’s lip curled in the Man’s eyes looking you over, “Wouldn’t wish for any harm to find you Madame Dior.”

A smirk from you came at your answer of, “Oh I highly doubt this softie could harm me.”

Thorin should have been insulted, but something in him trusted that she would treat him kindly well deserving of his protection in return as she’d been so quick to defend him locked in this cage speechless to defend himself. The Man again looked you over then bent to unlock the metal lock securing the cage, a slide of the hooking latch and he flinched away from the cage as the door opened saying, “He’s a bit quick to bolt out for walks. Best have one of the Masters here hold him for the walk back.”

A nod from you came with a giggle at Thorin’s step out and straightened stance at your side, a giant black terrier standing a stunning five foot two at the top of his head peering up at the Man with his bright blue eyes staring him down. Your father stated, “Oh yes, we will see to it he behaves properly around our precious Madame.”

Reaching over your raised hand turned Thorin’s head and a gentle pat of your hand stirring an arch of his brow at your gentle smile, in a grumble from him withholding his natural growl at your forced contact while reminding himself that he was now a dog and unmistakably your property now by the chord looped between his neck and your hand. At your side in a slow stroll Thorin walked with you to the front room. Just passing through the front door he froze at the wall of noise that hit him. Through the glass walls carriages and odd metal pedal powered contraptions carrying single or double passengers between the odd horseless carriage spewing out plumes of steam. Another gentle pat of your hand turned his head to you, “It’s alright.”

Tentatively he continued on at your side through the shop eyeing the cart the raven haired man was pushing as you said, “Food first,” while your uncle Maedhros settled the paperwork and payment. A large bag of kibble was selected making Thorin huff before you added a supply of canned food on the shelf his nose stopped at being the closest to delicious by his reckoning. From there a supply of collars was looked over and you asked, “Any preference?” Another huff from him landed him with a simple silver leaf etched design with scattered acorns in the thick material you paired with a silver leash. The row of toys was deemed useless for him making you choose a ball, rope toy and a plushie boar that squeaks for him to possibly enjoy along with a few more supplies to care for him. The collar and leash were added and out into the streets you led Thorin.

Around you golden and pearl carved buildings filled with glass murals coating them stretched on far beyond his sight and in the mingling waves of scents and stares from passers by at the massive dog trotting by in the group of Elves they bowed their heads to, all with fondest greetings for you especially. Ten minutes you followed the path until the city seemed to drop off yet the crowds remained carrying on from place to place with supplies until his mouth opened seeing the glass and mithril whale ship hovering in front of you. In another glance at him you stated, “That’s home till the election is through.”

Through the parting crowd the path was clear and up to a lowering platform from your ships belly you continued on. Cautiously into the metal rail enclosed platform Thorin stepped and turned then glanced up at you at your hand pressing on his back hips saying, “Best you sit, bit bumpy in the first pull if you’re not used to it.”

Around you the men glanced at you smirking at their amusement at speaking to him as if he could understand all you said only to glance at Thorin seeing his sudden shift to sit down raising their brows.

A sudden shift of the platform had him leaning against your side yet in the rising of it the swaying halted at around five feet up giving him a good view of the kingdom growing around you, “This is Numenor.” Swiveling his head Thorin turned to each place you pointed out for him, “We have stops in Beleriand, Gondolin, Doriath and Tol Eressea.”

Thorin mumbled the names to himself, “Those were destroyed. I am sure of it.” His eyes narrowed, “I cannot possibly be in Valinor.”

Still up he went seeing out into even the faintest glimmer of the oceans surrounding this island city up into the belly of the whale coated in mithril with its sides coated in murals of impenetrable glass. Up a spiral staircase from what seemed to be a store room shifted into wooden intricately carved rooms carpeted and decorated lavishly. Comfortable studies, an art room and several guest rooms were along the way being named by you, at the four story library you turned guiding him up a dramatic staircase in a curve and into the main hall you entered saying, “You should really see us take off. Most ships just have balloons or propellers to sustain them in flight, ours is the largest in the fleets, and of course after a few special touches from me of my own invention none of them can match us for sustainability. All the other ships have solar sheets to gain power from the sun, but I found a way to make lunar sheets so instead of docking for the night we can stay aloft for months at a time.”

Behind you your father Elured chuckled, “You never cease to claim a chance to boast about your inventions.”

A narrowed gaze from you made him chuckle again and raise his hands in a parting step away as his brother Elurin said, “Now now RinRin, you know we love to hear your boasting.”

Maglor, “Best he learn about his home.”

Thorin glanced between them as you said, “Ah, names, first,” Each of them was named with more of the Feanoreans named along the way named on your path to the helm where you found your grandfather Beren at the wheel beside your grandmother Luthien who eyed Thorin kindly seeing his timid glance between them when they were named to the massive lanky dog stretched out across a couch named as Huan paid no mind to the new addition to the crew in his slumbering hunt.

Beren smirked, “Ah, welcome aboard Thorin, just in time to see take off.” His eyes scanned over you saying, “I see you finally got your way on a companion.”

Unbuttoning your jacket you answered, “You have Huan I don’t understand why I couldn’t have one.” Glancing around Thorin caught a glimpse of the tail end lifting to drop in your rise and a ruffling brought his eyes upwards to see the golden lined sails billowing to lift you higher luring him closer to the wall of windows to see the full kingdom and ocean growing under you. Glancing back at you however with a hint of a grin on his face in awe at your soaring craft far beyond what he dreamed possible catching a glimpse of your black corseted top under your jacket you removed with a simple dip of your shoulders you caught in your hand shifting his gaze upwards you said, “Let’s go get you cleaned up.”

Strolling beside you Thorin peered into each room including the glass enclosed balcony with a garden around it with a supply of instruments as it bled into a music room attached to the library. The view alone had him daydreaming already of relaxing out there during sunsets and rises with a determined decision that sitting out under the stars would be incredible to do stirring up an ache for his harp at the thought of it. Another hall later and alone seeing the tiny self wheeling cart beside you carrying the bag of supplies you had purchased rolling beside you he eyed the bedroom you led him into. Varying shades of purple and grey decorated it with accenting hints of black and yellow.

Across the bed your jacket fell and with an unlacing of your belt your skirt seemed to split in half for its flight to the bed revealing your black hugging pants with daggers, and other weapons he couldn’t name yet similar to miniature customized crossbows strapped around your legs with a pair of hatchets and hilts for what he assumed to be twin blades in your tall heeled boots. The sight of your clearly battle ready appearance for a moment worsening his frustration at being locked in this form for lack of being able to compliment your attire. Atop your jacket and skirt your hat fell after a lift of both hands, one to slide out the pin securing it in place you slid back in before tossing it away.

Straight into the bath you switched on the tub then sat beside it grabbing the brush you had bought you shifted closer to Thorin who stepped away making you giggle at his mouth opening to take the brush he carried in his trot to the sink counter where he sat and turned his head trying to brush himself. “Alright, I’ll let you brush yourself then.” Reaching down you began to unhook your weapons on your stroll into your closet returning them to their houses above where you set your boots to his muffled grumbles.

“Foolish Elf. Assuming I would let her touch my hair. Dog or not-,” the more he tried to get it right his jaws kept sliding across the handle making him growl again at each knot found after laying on it so long. “Damn it all.” Into the closet he strolled with a huff then sat making you giggle at his muffled grumble of a complaint, “Don’t assume anything from this.”

“I’ll take that as a pretty please.” You said strolling over to accept the brush he gently released while his eyes followed your kneeling beside him starting at his shoulder eventually removing his collar when you reached his neck. Gentler than he had assumed you worked out his knots over his whole body then you guided him to the tub, “Come on, lets wash that place off you, get you nice and comfy for dinner.” All through the bath he grumbled and then soaking wet he watched you say, “Do not shake. We can dry you over here.” Another huff came from him and he climbed out of the tub sunken into the ground following you to a tiled area with odd vents in the walls, “Now, it’s going to get windy.”

“Windy-?”

In a full body flinch at your pulling a lever a gust of wind circled his body rippling through his fur in a warm blanketing hug drying him within a matter of minutes. In shutting it off you caught his confused blink through his fluffed up wavy fur and reached out to pat his head, “It’s ok, a bit jarring at first, you get used to it. One more brush then I’ll change and we can eat.”

Again he sat grumbling after his warning of no courtship being between you at this gesture. Far more caring than he expected your glance at his nails had filing his nails down to a safer shape and length for him granting him more time to ponder just what your intentions were. Back into the closet you smirked stealing another glance at his glistening black luscious coat while he followed you seeing you unloading his supplies onto an empty shelf along with a sack he saw Maglor carrying out of where you had gotten him. Unlacing the top you reached inside saying, “This was found with you, lets see what you had packed, Thorin.”

His eyes flinched form yours to the bag he peered inside with jaws opening at the glow coming from inside you revealed to be the arkenstone parting your lips, “Huh, one glowing fire opal.” You set it aside then reached in again pulling out a fur lined blue robe you eased onto a coat rack by the door, “Fur lined robe,” reaching in again you raised the sword inside he named lowly, “Orcrist…” With a brow raised you stated, “And a sword…What did you do, rob someone?” carefully you set the empty bag aside then set the sword with your weapons saying, “Whoever you robbed has nice taste.”

Adding his collar again he huffed and sat by the door as you unhooked the front of your corseted top you eased out of. The sound of the fabric falling to the bench around the island holding your weapons turned his head and at the tug of your sleeveless under shirt being pulled over your head to pull on its replacement his mouth went slack at the brown ram shaped mark on your lower right side of your back vanishing under the falling shirt but glimpsed again at the lifting of it to ease your pants down. Turning away with a thundering heart Thorin mumbled to himself in your adding another pair of pants, “Battle ram, my One. That is why I am here. She is. But why am I a dog?”

The questions continued until you patted his head instantly making his head melt against your palm spreading a smirk across your face. So long he had hoped to find his One, now he had found you and any form of intimacy would be treasured always. Trotting alongside you he joined you down to the lavish kitchen in which you offered him a bowl of kibble and half of a can of his choosing proving to be more tolerable than the slop he was formerly offered. Yet the chicken breast and veggies you were all eating had him easing up under the table with wide pleading eyes eventually granting him a few slivers of chicken you snuck him leaving him settling his head on your lap peering up at you adoringly.

After dinner on the cusp of sunset his fantasy had come to life of catching you lost to the task of piloting your much loved craft. Seeing your uncles all except for Beren, who was piloting, while you were spotted by him up on deck adjusting the sails in perfectly timed tugs. Cast in the golden and silvery blue first shades of nightfall while the sunlight died, braid swaying in the steady breeze with your silken blouse and pants billowing around you contorting and exaggerating your figure for him atop the slanted rope ladder you were descending.

Swapping the solar for lunar panels contrasting from accepted in gold to a bluish silver glowing ripple of sails reminding Thorin of Ilthildin, the substance used to line secret doors to light up under moon or starlight. A sudden slowing of the ship came with the change followed by the bright glow of the lunar sails sending out pulses of light through the same engraved runes and designs around the outer metal casing to the flying beast picking up speed in a jaw dropping wailing song of the unseen engine in the shift.

A trot down again took you from his sight for a few moments then brought you to join them and with violin in hand you joined the others in a series of songs. Each note more perfect than the last and treasured as long as you played and sang. All complimenting the continuing song of the ship stirring up a great ache in Thorin’s heart for his harp back in Erebor to join in your song and serenade you in return. Coated in starlight speckles coating your skin far greater than that of the Feanoreans your father Elured and uncle Elurin only the others bearing the same markings with all others in varied dim glows.

Hours he had hoped to sit and listen to you all and yet in the chiming of the clock along the wall echoing a song breaking ‘bong’ the instruments were all set aside and pathways broke. You returned to your room with Thorin at your side spreading the grins of your family, all whom loved seeing his instant bond with you. A firm tug on the thick curtains over your wall of windows was pulled halfway casting your bed in shadows with the other half of your room still coated in a soft glow. Tiny flickers of flame were spotted in the lantern you had left by your bed upon entering passed to you by your father with his goodnight kiss. Strolling to the orb of light you climbed onto your four poster bed easing back the covers to slip inside. A gentle turn of the pin on the lantern doused the flame upon Thorin’s hop up onto the bed stirring a weak chuckle from you in settling down farther and onto your side.

“Good night Thorin.”

Right up against your back he nestled with a grin settling onto his face. He might be trapped as a dog for now but much to his solace he was with you. After searching for so long he finally had you and nothing would take you from him.

Pt 2

#Thorin x Reader OC #Hobbit #lotr

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