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Those big words that come out of your mouth make you really pretty. When you go on and tell me about things you really enjoy and their nuances and how in-depth the information you know goes just makes me wanna… ruin you

I’d sit you on my lap and place my hands on your hips with your legs wrapped around mine. I’d be watching you get all flustered as you continue to talk to me. Watching you struggle to keep on topic while you feel my hands rub up and down your body. It just makes me just wanna slowly wrap my hands around your neck as you talk and get you all flustered as you start stuttering but while still listening, I’d tell you

“Keep going”

Hearing you try your best to continue as my hands wrap tighter around your throat. Feeling your involuntary struggle and squirms up abasing my body as you start to break eye contact, tripping over your own words.

“When you’re talking to someone, you’re supposed to look at them”

Regardless of if you managed to resume eye contact and talk even just a little more or refuse to continue from shyness, ego, pride, or embarrassment, it would all end the same regardless. With you shutting down and finally feeling the rest of my strength wrap around your neck.

Feeling you claw at my wrists as you look at me again with a smile on my face, watching you struggle.

Just as your eyes start to roll upward, I’d let go of your neck letting you breath again.

“Open up your little hole for me”

I’d tell you in a soft voice. There wasn’t any need to raise or demand anything since you were already an addicted little broken slut anyway. You’d timidly start to strip off your clothes until your pretty little hole was revealed. I’d press my cock against the tip, cross your arms and hold you tight by the wrist. Would your little hole remember every moment that I had violated your insides?

The feeling of me deep inside you, marking your insides as mine as I molded your pretty little hole to my shape.

And with a quick pull and a thrust, I’m deep inside you and those memories would come rushing back. Yet, you still had some semblance of you inside.

I’d slowly pull out of you but your hole would greedily try to keep me in as you squeeze it around my cock. Just as it’s about to leave, it slams back inside of you and the feeling of a piece of you just slips through your hand.

What were you talking about before? Then again, I slam into you

Why was this happening? Then again

How did it end up like this? And again

You feel so full don’t you? And again

It feels good. And again

It felsh gud. And again

It felsh sooo gud. And again

Until you’re a bumbling mess. All you’d be able to think and say is that it feels so good. I’d feed you lines to degrade yourself as well as each time I slam into your insides, your ego slips away and you fall deeper into being a dumb little slut.

“You’re such a dumb little fucking whore aren’t you? You pretend to be big and smart but in reality you’re just a little whore that wants their insides filled”

“You just looove my cock taking your insides. Turning your hole to my personal little fuckhole has been the best thing to ever happen to you isn’t it?”

After I finish using your dumb little hole and you finally can collect yourself, I’d tease and bully you more. Run my hands through your hair with my knee pressed over your twitching hole, recounting every little thing I did to you and how much of a doll you were. How easy it was to break you.

Then I’d let you keep yapping in my ear :3

Hello all who may be looking at this tiny blog!

We're Sister Stars, or just Stars for short. A plural DID system who loves to horny post! We have some pretty extreme fantasies and kinks, so if anything like that makes you uncomfortable, hey! No judgment! Just block me and you'll never see me again, but if anything of mine interests you, make sure to like or reblog so i can start looking at you a little more, they dont call me a stalker for no reason afterall <3

obviously Minors DNI, and content warning for everything from CNC to snuff.

hope you all have a lovely day <3

and dont think i dont see you reading this post as we speak~

so many of the transfems i know spent their time pre-transition performing a kind of lifelong exercise in self-deprivation, the goal of which was to find out exactly how little a person needed to live. they starved themselves, dressed carelessly, shunned friends, and hollowed themselves out so as not to be burdens on anyone but themselves.

i see it now, too, in the girls around me. i'll ask if they want care – a home-cooked meal, relaxed company, sex without the expectation of reciprocation – and they say no, no, thank you, i don't need it; what would you like, what do you want, because in their head they're still doing that awful calculus, still training themselves to disappear in the eyes of the people around them.

i don't think i'd have died without transition – not in the conventional sense, at least – but to take that leap, i had to stop thinking of myself as a human experiment in fuel-efficient living and start nurturing the anemic, atrophied flame of desire in my heart. i had to learn to eat well, to exercise, to style myself beautiful, but harder than that, i had to learn to ask the people around me to work on my behalf in order to enrich my life and give me the things i wanted.

and i did it; i learned. and it was agony, but courage is a muscle you can train, and every day i get better at accepting gifts with the hungry gratitude i never learned in my years and years as a sad, scared, lonely boy.

so be patient with the trans girls in your life. better than that: be proactive, attentive, generous; be forceful, if you have to, and learn to distinguish real discomfort from the terrified reflex of self-denial that so many of us once learned to rely on.

and if you are so lucky as to love a trans girl, you must insist upon her. you must insist upon her happiness, her comfort, her pleasure, and her rest, because she may still not yet know how to make those demands for herself. if you can devote any amount of energy to becoming an engine that nurtures the flame of even a single tgirl then there is a place for you in trans heaven, which as far as i'm concerned is the only one worth going to

fungus affini that doesn't do traditional implantation; instead, she just puffs out some of her spores into her floret-to-be's body, and they infest them and gradually grow into an implant over time. the extra fun part about this is that unlike with traditional implantation, there's no "go to sleep an independent, wake up a floret" type of thing; instead, the sophont can feel it growing in over time, gradually starting to exert more and more control over them, filling their mind with thoughts that feel alien at first, but become harder and harder to tell apart from their own with time. they can resist it at first, but eventually it grows into the parts of their brain that control their reward releases, and starts triggering reward chemicals any time they go along with the thoughts, as well as any time they're around their mistress-to-be; subtly conditioning them to love and obey her, and eventually overcoming any possible resistance

in the end, they always end up giving in long before the implant has finished growing

Dropping and bringing back a little pet so many times in a row it forgets it ever could think. Hypnotizing it over and over and over until it doesn't understand the words I'm saying, only the things that it needs to do. Breaking and remolding it into whatever the hell I want it to be, and watching it smile with those glazed-over eyes because of everything I've done to it.

Click "Read More," Little Pet.

Good pet~ You're such a good pet~ You don't understand any of the words you just read, do you?~ You just know how fucking good it feels to keep reading. So you do.

I have a strong hold on your pretty little brain, and you're letting that hold get stronger and stronger~

You're such a perfect little pet. You're my pet now, aren't you?~ Tell me you're my pet, now. I'll tell you how good you are once you do, little one, I promise~

There you go! Empty headed and perfect and stupid, just like you should be!~

affini that's heard about the fey and she loves the idea. more than a fairy, though, she likes the thought of becoming an enchanted grove

she sets up shop on a relatively underdeveloped terran world; somewhere that's got a lot of greenery still, but not a huge population size. with the help of some friends, she starts spreading rumours about a portion of 'magic forestland' where any terrans who stray into it never leave. then, she waits.

it takes a few years, but eventually, some people get curious. when the first terrans start traipsing around on her soil, she first checks to see if they're the type she's looking for. some of them are just thrill-seekers, terrans interested in exploring an urban legend, rather than someone attracted by the mythology; those, she just lets pass through without event, and they grow bored and leave, presuming it was all just fake

but eventually, though it takes a while, she finally finds what she's looking for. one day, she gets a visitor in the form of a girl who's noticeably more nervous than her prior guests. she keeps flitting her gaze between the trees as if searching for something, and she spends entire minutes gazing at the waterfalls and glowing, bioluminescent leaves that the affini has dotted around her landscape. even when nothing 'supernatural' happens, she remains anyway; with an air of almost disappointment about her, as if she wished that it would

it's on her third trip back to the forest that this terran finally meets the custodian of the forest. a beautiful nymph-like woman, with a body made from moss and fern leaves and covered in beautiful blue flowers who strides out from the centre of a small lake to meet her. the terran is enchanted within minutes of speaking to her, and the lady invites them back to her home; a small little nook, hidden underneath a tree

when the terran crosses the threshold and enters into her house, the lady offers her a meal. she happily eats the food and drinks of the sweet nectar-tea that she's offered; but she finds that doing so makes her so terribly sleepy. seeing this, the lady tells her she has just the place for her to take a nap; a nice, comfortable spot of grass under a willow tree nearby. the terran, thinking nothing of it but gratitude for the generosity, gleefully obliges, and curls up there to sleep

the little dear spends the rest of their life there, softly asleep upon their owner's lap, just as they always fantasized of doing. but they're far from alone, for their owner follows them into their dreams, and they continue playing all throughout the forest together. when future visitors come to the woodland, they swear that they sometimes see an elf walking side-by-side with a much smaller woman in the distance, only to vanish behind a tree when they get close

A text to your big sister. ‘Can you come to my room?’ She sighs and gets out of bed, pausing the show she was watching. She was really into it too, so she’s a bit annoyed with you.

She comes to your room to shortly ask, “What?”

You look nervous, even under the dim lighting. She immediately softens her expression. “You said one-hundred.. right?”

“Huh?”

“Dollars.”

“A hundred bucks for wh- Wait… why? Do you need money? I can help if you need, I don’t want you to have to do that.”

“No. I don’t need money… I wanted- I…” You turn away, hiding your face in the blanket. She moves to sit by your side and places a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, what’s the matter?”

You start sniffling, fighting back tears. “I- I don’t want to be a virgin anymore.. but I don’t feel comfortable. I don’t trust anyone… but you.” Probably the last thing she expected, but somehow she barely looks shocked.

“Aww, sis. Look, I’m flattered, but you know we can’t do that.” You start crying now, silently.

You pull something from her pocket and shove it into her hand. You both look and see a $100 bill, neatly folded into quarters. You actually went and got cash for this… “Please…”

“I- I don’t know what to say. You know my rules about doing things with my friends, money or no. That extends doubly to my sister.”

“Just say you’ll do it, please. It’s only once, and never again. We never have to talk about it. I just need to know it will happen for me once… Please, you’re my big sister… you’re supposed to take care of me.”

She brushes the hair out of your face, running her hand through it. “Hey now, don’t try to make me feel guilty.”

“I’m sorry…”

“I know sweetheart, I know… Listen, if I agree to do this, I’d have some extra rules, okay?”

You light up immediately, your smile widening at her. “Really?! Okay!!” You can see that your excitement kills whatever hesitation was left in her. She loves seeing her girl so happy…

“Hey hey! Easy girl, easy.” You nod fervently. “First off. Hands only, okay?” You nod again. “Secondly, lights off.”

“But-“

“Lights off, or I won’t do it.”

“Okay…” Your shoulders slump.

“Thirdly, I’m not taking your money.” You nod again, so she cups the side of your face. “Good girl.” You smile and shiver from it. “Are you one-thousand percent sure you want this?” You nod so hard you think your head might fall off. She chuckles at you, and you giggle from the attention.

“I need this..” She nods back at you, and gets up to turn the lights out.

The darkness feels heavy from the weight of what you’re about to do. The intention behind turning off that light, as if not seeing it somehow makes any difference.

She crawls into your bed, holding you close. “So, what is it that you want done to you? Do you want to do things to me?”

“Um… I don’t know. Just.. you said only hands…”

“You can’t think of anything to do with our hands?”

“I- I wanted to use my mouth..”

“Well okay, that can still work. Here, open up.” You can hear the quiet sound of your mouth opening, and she trails her hand up the side of your face. She finds her mouth and sticks two fingers inside.

The pressure against your tongue, the warmth of her fingers… you instinctively wrap your lips around them and suck. Her other hand strokes your hair as she coos, “Gooood girl,” in your ear. You sit and suck on her fingers, feeling yourself get hard from it, moaning into her hand. “You’re doing so good baby. So so good.”

The hand in your hair leaves and starts to travel down your body. Down your face, your neck, lingering on your chest before trailing down your tummy. Finally, a finger plays at your waistband. “May I?” You moan in agreement while she fingerfucks your mouth.

Just a few days ago you were convinced you were unfuckable. You thought you’d live your whole life without ever being touched. Now your big sis is feeling around your mouth like a vet checking a dog, while she strokes your cock with the softest hands you’ve ever felt in your life.

She pulls the fingers out of your mouth, and you hear her suck on them for a moment. Is she.. enjoying this? She grabs your breast, very softly, and takes your nipple between two of her fingers. The feeling is absolutely electric, way better than when you do this to yourself. You almost want to ask her to touch both of them, when suddenly you feel her lips press against yours.

“Mm… little sis.” Oh, she is enjoying this… “I know I said hands only… but that feels too awkward. Are you okay with more?”

“Y-yeahhh…” You feel the bed shift under her weight, and eventually hear some clothing hit the floor. You can’t see what she took off because the lights are off, but then she pulls your underwear down and off. You realize her shorts had come off when she presses her dick against yours and starts frotting the both of you.

The sounds she’s making are animalistic, almost growling at you. You feel her teeth nipping at your neck while you frot, and it hurts in such a pleasing way. “Fuck!… I… I need you.”

“Please big sis! Please please pleeeaase…” She snarls and pulls back, and you hear her harshly spit. She lubes herself up and starts pressing against your tight, virgin asshole. “A-ah!” It feels great for a moment, but quickly turns painful as she pushes in too dry and too big. “Fuuuck!… it- it’s too much!”

“Fuck. Hold on.” She pulls away and leaves the bed, leaving you cold and wanting. The lights come on, and that’s when you finally see her. Your big sis standing there in nothing but a croptop. “Do you ever use lube to touch yourself?” You nod and point to a drawer. She bends down and fishes through it, showing her amazing ass. She pulls out your bottle and examines it. She whispers to herself, “Cum lube? Nice..”

She comes back to the bed and quickly gets ready to fuck you again. Seeing her finally, you can’t help but imagine how the two of you had looked before. She lubes up herself and your hole, sticking a finger inside you over and over, curling it up to hit your prostate. “Mmmmm!! Siiiiiissss…”

“Aww, look at how leaky you are. Must mean I’m hitting the right spot, huh little sis?” You can’t even nod this time, just groaning every time she pushes. You whimper when her finger comes out, but it’s quickly replaced by the head of her thick dick again. “Ready?”

“…y-yes.”

She pushes about an inch into you, letting you adjust to it. “More?” You nod, but she continues. “How much more?”

“Please… all of it.”

She slams forward, covering your mouth as you scream, not that she was any kind of quiet either. After sitting for a moment, she starts to rock her hips back and forth, stretching you out and taking your virginity. She strokes your dick with a lubed up hand while she fucks you, and you barely last two minutes before you cum all over your tits and tummy.

“Such a good girl.” She stops thrusting, stroking the side of your face. “I love you baby sister.”

“I… love… you…” you pant between deep breaths. “Thank you… That was amazing!”

You feel her hands tighten on your hips as you try to sit up. “Was? What makes you think we’re done?” She smiles at you in an almost evil way, before pushing back into you… She leans down and says softly in your ear, “And don’t worry, I won’t forget to use your mouth like you asked for. Have to make my client’s happy…” Then she reaches over and grabs the $100 you gave her before.

Sigh, princess. Give Me those.

These are tax forms, princess. I know your ID says you're a big girl but these are complicated and you shouldn't be worrying your pretty head about them.

I'll take them, and the logins to all that silly money stuff you have online, and I'll handle it. I've been doing My taxes since before you were born.

Why don't you go get yourself ready for Daddy tonight? Go take your bath with the special bubbles and make sure you're nice and smooth for Me. No playing with the shower head, ok? That piece of you is for Daddy to play with tonight. Yes, I know every time you do that because you leave the hose twisted.

Then you can put your good smells on, crawl into bed, and wait for Me. Good girl, run along!

Why are you giggling...princess?!? Did you COLOR on this?

having an older sister is amazing, no one ever suspects anything if I have nightmares and need to sleep in the same bed as her, and very few people question why I lay oh so close to her... If I were to do that with a boy, I'd be bombarded with questions, but my older sister... She is just a "second mother" to me~