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For the briefest moment, her benign grin flashes into something wicked, in concert with a line of red on her neck. "And you never know what you'll find!" #furrywriting #Vixenposting #WhoreorHorror26

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"But you know, there is something about being up at those strange times," she suggests. "You never know who else is up..." You start to give a canned agreement, still lost in your thoughts, before… you stop at the sight of her.

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Your junior nods sympathetically... not unlike she did in the hands of her captors.... in your dream. "Oh, I get that! I've had some pretty late nights recently myself." Yes, it was just a crazy dream, you tell yourself. A crazy, fucked up dream, and you're probably fucked up for having it.

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Startled, you immediately reel back. You catch yourself trying to find words on her chest... just long enough to feel even more disgusted with yourself. You scramble to make some excuse about not sleeping very well, apologizing for your strangeness in the process.

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The vision of the screen growing more sanguine than ever was the last memory you had. Suddenly, you were waking up. Now, you were at work. And now, your junior was in front of you, returning the stare. "Is… something the matter? You've been looking like you've had something to say all morning."

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With how distant her eyes appeared, she clearly didn't see the knife return to her throat. But you did. "Mhm~" "Then smile for the camera, dear~" She gave them two for their troubles. One from her maw. One from the throat.

"Now aren't you a happy little dyke. You're exactly where you want to be, aren't you?" "Mhm~" All she could do was hum and shake her head stupidly, tongue lolling as spunk dripped from it. "Finally got everything you ever wanted, right?"

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Only then did her tormentors seem to have their fill. If this had been some kinky porno, perhaps it would have ended here. But pleasure was never the point, was it?

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It felt like it went on for hours, and like it happened in an instant. Only once her body was thoroughly defiled and ruined, only once she'd came enough to remove any doubts of desire, only once "GUTTER SLUT" had been carved in skin-deep wounds on her chest to confirm the undeniable...

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Her own sex throbbed, in accord, with the ones that eagerly spilled seed in her maw, down her chest, in her hair, and inside her. The heat of that carmine cell leaked into your own body as you saw her writhe over and over, captive to depravity more than any person.

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Maybe you imagined you were one of the fingers, the fists, the cocks that punched into her and made her scream. Her cries of pain and pleasure thundered through your speakers as she rocked back and forth, pushed one way and pulled another.

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Maybe you liked the look of those bootprints on her, alongside the bite marks and bruises. Maybe you enjoyed the dullness that acquiescence put into her eyes, right before lust lit them back up again.

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Maybe you just couldn't find the remote. Or maybe you were too distracted as you watched them spread her legs and hook her lower lip with fingers. Maybe you were astounded by the sheer amount of pre her girldick had dribbled on the ground.

It wasn't just disgust you felt. There was a thrill to it too. Especially seeing that wholesome, bookish girl reduced to a thing as pathetic as this. It didn't matter who she was before now, or what she thought she was. Now she was just a tramp, for your eyes to feast upon.

The revulsion building in you finally hit a crescendo, and you felt around for the remote. You had to change the channel, or turn it off, or do something, before you were made to watch… But you weren't made to watch this, were you? You chose to.

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"Y-y-you rape h-her…!" the fox finally mentioned, all the pride in her spirit escaping with those words. "Good girl!" the voices snarled in unison, their profane round making your mind rattle.

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After a bit longer, perhaps to save face, perhaps to find the words, they finally exploded out of her. "I'm… I-I'm a g-gutter slut…" she managed, voice pitching. "And what do you do with a gutter slut?" A hand had replaced the knife at her jugular, now choking the confession out of her.

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"Huh?" Her tormentor pushed her lips up, forcing and unnatural smile. "You're saying you're the right girl after all?" "Uhmmmmm, I… I'm umm…" she tried, voice beginning to go hoarse. "C'mon, say it! Say it for everyone watching. Tell us exactly what you are."

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Her pleading became utterly incomprehensible as words streamed from her maw. Desperate pleas coalesced into "nononono" over and over as she stared at the blade. She thrashed lightly in the grasp of her captors, but it was painfully futile. The woman was a flick of the wrist away from oblivion.

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A glove gripped her by the cheeks, yanking her head up off the ground. "Aaw, sounds like we might have gotten the wrong bitch then! That's a shame." Her eyes widened as a knife rested against her neck. "Guess we'll just have to get rid of this one and try again~!"

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"You, uh, you don't what, faggot?" one taunted her. For a moment, the onslaught relented, allowing the fox to find her words. "I d-don't… I don't want any of th-this!" she managed, fresh tears beginning to bloom in her eyes. "Who would w-want this!?"

"This is all about you. Your suffering. Your pain. How much you want to be treated like a gutter slut!" "I-I, uh, I d-don't-" she tried, interrupted every few words by a kick somewhere. Sometimes her belly. Sometimes her ass. Sometimes a stomp grinding her calves into the ground.

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A boot kicked her in the behind once, then in the stomach. The air flew out of her, her face contorting with the pain, but black leather kept slamming into her core. Again. And again. And again. "Why would we do that, Sister?" a voice, it was impossible to differentiate them, cloyingly prodded.

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When the hand tugged, her back arched. "Already enjoying yourself, huh?" another voice, no less awful, cooed. "N-no!" the fox barked, squirming. "G-get away from m-me!"

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A voice — distorted, to the point that it pained you to recall it — spoke with delight apparent in its lilt. "Settle down. Next time, we break a bone." Another hand, a bit larger than the first, grabbed her by the braids on her head, and she immediately straightened on the floor and yelped.

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She and you both stewed in her suffering for long moments before a gloved hand reached into her maw and snatched out the gag. She snarled and spit at her captor, and immediately the hand smacked her across the face, hard. The glasses on her muzzle flew off before a boot crushed them into nothing.

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The camera zoomed in on its victim, and she stared at back with vitriol wrapped in fear. Her arms were tied behind her back, her ankles bound together, leaving her helpless on the concrete floor. Streaks of black ran from her eyes, a gag in her maw making her occasional whines unintelligible.

The video quality was choppy, like using a camera from a decade ago, but as you stirred, you could recognize the shapes on screen. A familiar vulpine woman. Nudity. Rope. Chains. You could recognize her expression, too. Terror. Grief. Despair. More raw than you'd ever seen her before.

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You didn't remember dozing off to sleep, but you'd apparently aroused in the deadest of hours. Everything was quiet and still, cloaked in umber, except the TV, which cast a dull red glow on your bed.

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But even once you've sat back at your desk, you can't take your eyes off her. You couldn't take your eyes off her last night, either.

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You manage to stutter out some morning pleasantries, and she does the same, only slightly more cogently than you do. You give her some menial task to work on, to which she nods, and immediately turns back to her computer. And you walk away, having had a completely normal interaction with the girl.

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"Oh, good morning! Sorry, didn't see you!" She turns towards you, putting on an awkward smile. Her modest blouse and maxi skirt combo leave nothing worth looking into other than her face. Her sweet, unblemished face.

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You stare at your junior, bewildered, as she sits in her cubicle, blissfully typing away. The longer you scrutinize her, the more sure you are that it had definitely been her. Same fur color, same braids, same eyes that widened with surprise and alarm when she-

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𝑀𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝒫𝑒𝓃𝓃𝓎 𝑀𝑜𝑜 🔞 @pennythemoo.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

FLASH FIC THREAD Tags: Vixenposting, CNC, Beating, Bondage, Snuff, Slurs, Horror You'd seen her die… hadn't you? #furrywriting #vixenposting #WhoreOrHorror26

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Offering a free monotone Sketch to anyone who provides proof of a donation of enough so my friends can eat 🩵

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Shapeless Ink (but spooky) @shapelessink.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

Still got three of these left, folks!

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Nezzy💖 @squishynezui.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

Finished Canto X. All I'm gonna say is I think Transgender Meursault fic stocks are about to skyrocket and I'm investing while I have the chance

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Hello. As some of you know, I severely injured my ankle. I've been in the hospital for roughly two weeks, maybe a bit longer than that, and could really use some support. I'm opening emergency comms. You'll get them quickly because I'm stuck in the hospital. You can also donate via my cash app.

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lottie "frog k" lovely ⚧️🏴‍☠️ @vaporlight.bsky.social · 20/09/2026

Strange days encroach once again... Where freaks and creeps abound in sight... When your every thought turns to the profane... How will you survive a month of fright~? 💀 WHORE OR HORROR RETURNS IN AN ALL NEW WAY 💀 🔻DESCEND THE FOXHOLE AND BE ELUCIDATED 🔻 #WhoreOrHorror26 #kinktober

Advertisement for Whore Or Horror 2026: One Big Thing Edition. There are two foxes on the margin, one looking at the camera while seductively pressing her tongue down with a finger, the other holding a knife on their own tongue.

The text in the middle reads "A Kinktober challenge for the disturbed, deranged, and depraved!"

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hiya! i'm lottie lovely / frog K, transfem nb poet, author, artist, poster. on the mend from a back injury, budget's been tight. between 3 housemates there's 1 stable job & she had to take a bunch of time out for oral surgery. help us make rent ko-fi.com/frogk (4 paypal) cash.app/$asimplefrog <3

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One last tip: if you're a fellow plotter like me, take this first weekend to plan out what you'd like to make before you dive headfirst in! I'll be announcing my own project soon... Good hunting, you delightful wretches~ #WhoreOrHorror26 #Kinktober

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