Arina-Artemis @arina_artemis@awoo.space

Gosh we like our belly.

Huff, real cow feels today.
Wanna moo...

🎵​ Because I'm DONK!
- I'm donk -
Fat and stubborn donk,
Becaus I'm DONK!
- Donk, donk -
Big and smelly donk!

Hmmm.
Donkey succubus?..

Look, I don't even know at this point.

What kind of a deadly sin would you associate with donkeys?
If not Lust, maybe Wrath?

Also does wanting to associate with a deadly sin make me demonic?..

I guess I should have disclaimed that it's 1 AM here and I just can't think anywhere near straight, and I'll actually be going to bed soon.

Also before I go.
Horns.
Huge curly quad ram horns.
Horns so big and heavy you cannot help jutting your head forward.
Horns that make you scatterbrained whenever you're reminded of their existence. Which is often because they're big and heavy.

The fact that I'm not kissing a chubby cutie's belly and thighs and chest is a complete and total malarkey and injustice of greatest proportions.

The more I think about my kinks, the more I realize that my "physical" broad hard nos have mostly eroded into narrower nos and maybes.
I have agreed to watersports and scat, under certain conditions. I probably would agree to some levels of gore, under certain conditions.
However, it brings up my other limits, which, I think, have only grown harder.
I don't think I'll ever agree to blackmailing, or extortion, or any uncaring dom in general. It just all makes me queasy.
It's a huge complication in my relationship with maid/social downgrade kink, because many authors decide to write it from the angle of blackmail, or the dom deciding to abuse the sub's desires for their own gain, or guilt-trip the sub into locking themselves into the situation.

What if me, but a wind-up clockwork toy?..

A dream: being a silly ditzy orally obsessed slut and having a partner admire and revel in my sluttiness.

We may not be an awesome artist or a writer.
We may not be one of those awesome people who fight for their world tooth and nail.
And yes, we're not out yet, to anyone in the meatspace.

But we still.
Deserve.
Happiness.

And we won't let our bad brain convince us otherwise.

Hmmmm.
Donk-orilla?..

Do you ever wonder, why are furries?
Like, why do people enjoy imagining themselves as anthropomorphic animals (of various degrees of anthropomorphism)?
Is it like... The final stage of anthropomorphism? When we humanize animals (and ascribe human qualities to them) so much, we start actually relating to those qualities and associating ourselves with various animals?
Is it joy of playing pretend for a little? "Hey, look at me, I'm a big dog with bappy paws"? Not in a denigrating fashion really, because it me. Sometimes, I am a big goofy dog with bappy paws and waggy tail.
Or is there something deeper, some part of strange connection we feel, perhaps not even to the animals themselves (I am mostly afraid of animals, I have met some unfriendly dogs and cows and chicks), but to concepts of those animals?

Pondering.
If there was some magical power that granted me my ideal form...
Would it make me change shape every few hours?
Turn me into a chimera?
Or split me into a weird semi-hivemind of different bodies, mind flowing between them, splitting and joining?
Hmm.

I get people liking bad ends but frankly...
Heck, let's have GOOD ends in transformation.
Monstrous, weird, inhuman, and still GOOD.

A Korps mad scientist: "My esteemed assistants, I present to you my breakthrough in bovinity and lactation, my newest invention! I shall call it... HEIFER-class hormones!"
An underling, meekly raising their hand: "Mxtress, not to undermine your achievement, but you are aware that heifers are young cows that haven't yet had a calf, right?"

TBH I wonder if a person with a belly can wear a corset more or less comfortably.