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this thing has a corruption kink.

wait... make it worse? oh no, you misunderstand. you might be able to make this subby thing worse, but really...

this thing will make you worse.

you'll say something innocuous, maybe a little flirty, but the look on its face- the noise it makes- oh, you'll know you just have to play with it. you know it'll be so good to turn its brain to mush and reshape it. you know it will be so obedient and well behaved for you...

you want to be a sadist, but you're scared of hurting people? that's okay, you can hurt this thing. it's not going to complain, in fact, it'll ask you to bruise it. it'll beg you to hit it a little harder. it'll thank you for every hit, every bite, every mark you leave on its flesh...

you're a nice person, but sometimes you want to just bully something. that's okay! be mean to this thing, call it degrading names, treat it like nothing and watch as its body tenses in pleasure with every horrible thing you call it, until it cums just from that...

it's going to encourage you to follow through on every perverse little desire you tell it about. it is going to thank you for using it to enjoy your own fantasies. it's going to unlock kinks in you that you didn't know you had, it's going to give them an outlet. it loves to play...

it's going to make you worse, and you're going to feel better for it.

the best thing is, it's not even going to be trying to corrupt you.

it's just that fun to play with.

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why is cumming too fast even viewed as a problem. like wow, you sure were eager :) now do that again. and again. and again. and again.

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dont let the heatwave make u stop eating soup. the time for cold dessert soups is upon us. u must always be soup maxxing

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cant fucking play soggy biscuit with tgirls, between the estrogen, tblockers and cumlust, everyone wants to cum last

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i don't know why the idea of my wife controlling how many hits i take is so hot

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you arrive at the drive thru.

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they should make superbad but for cigarettes.

follow me for more wisdom

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I'm like if a doll was the factorio engineer

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Do you think the tiktok communists say "unalive to America" or some shit

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very sexy image but she shouldn't use a drum magazine in these conditions or her firearm will malfunction. can you draw her with her pits out next

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you know what they say. you can't make an infect deck without fucking a few phyrexians.

or something.

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Entering a sordid, nasty love affair with power lines

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the transgender urge to be railed till im bleeding then walk out acting like I jus got my first period

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Btw you should hug that t girl who's always putting others before herself

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It's just a dumb cunt after all, you could do whatever you want with it. Pry it open, inspect to make sure it's up to your standards, & break it if it's not. See how loud you can make it scream, if you can push it far enough to feel it go limp in your hands. If it breaks, it wasn't high enough quality anyway.

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puppydog city

another night another drink- a dirty martini's the only one fit for a muddy dirty puppy like me. everything reminds me of her, stick stuck in the olives, never to be fetched again.

i lap it up as the barkeep calls last drinks, patrons spilling out of the bar like kibble from a tipped bowl. it's dark outside, as if someone's thrown a blanket atop this cage we call puppydog city.

my corner of said city? a dingy office in the middle of nowhere in particular. red string on an oversized cork board tracing paths round parks and houses, winding in on itself trying to find this mystery girl. double ew " 'ey elle" kay, spoken in hushed whispers by the higher ups.

my mysteries have to wait of course, a knock at the door and a snout threatening to poke through the flimsy wood panelling drags my attention away. before i know what's going on, she kicks through the door, splinters flying everywhere in the world worst game of fetch.

"Stick ya paws up! all four a them!", she barks. a familiar voice and a familiar command. belly rub-o-clock. i lay down as she asks, not needing to play dead since i'm already dead inside. my bitch wife.... oh my darling wife.... i miss her so

after attending to some personal matters with my "colleague", she drops the formalities. "got a case in for you. lost tennis ball at the park." she says, tail held still. she knows better than to give me simple busywork so i start looking at the files.

it's the usual case, cute bright eyed puppy playing in the park. fetch, the fan favourite. but as the story goes, something went wrong.

i take a drag of my dogbone.

eyewitness reports are all over the place, some saying the ball flew off into the sky before they could finish blinking, or that the ball was swallowed whole by the air. some big shots just say she lost it when it got caught in a bush and she couldn't reach through.

i take sip of my kibble. on the rocks, as usual.

being a puppy of puppydog city for this long, i've learned how to use my nose, and this smells to me like a conspiracy. the tennis ball's in on this. breaking the news to the poor girl won't be easy, but who else is going to tell her that the ball was never thrown?

the only thing getting thrown tonight is my shaggy body to my dog bed.

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