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41, queer trans furry trash, actual professional deer, perpetually tired // mostly 18+ but let’s say entirely 18+ to be safe


bsky
deergrace.bsky.social

RunaFjord
@RunaFjord

The antelope sported the undercut that was so common there, even as it was distinctive and eye-catching outside of the Korps. Her hair was dyed alternating bands of pink and black, drawing the eye. Vivid emerald green eyes watched the horse intently as she approached. Silver twinkled in the magenta light, catching off a number of piercings on her ears, lips, nose, and eyebrows. She was also very…pink. Tight pink jeans and a pink jean jacket framed her slender form. A pale pink t-shirt proudly proclaimed “My Husband Wanted A Stable Relationship” framed around the picture of a curled monkey paw. Her nails, hooves, and cute little horns were all artfully adorned with glittering pink polish. Her sleek visor RCGs blended perfectly into the bright pink panoply. “Hi!” The dik-dik’s voice was bright and cheerful and melodic, showing no fear as she stood in the land of giants. “You must be the horse that followed Starshade home! Welcome. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Dawn! I know you don’t have a name yet, sugar. Don’t worry, I’m used to dealing with ponies without a name.” The horse was unsure how to process that last comment. She opened her mouth to respond, but the tiny antelope stuck out her hand as she marched forward. Bemused, the equine started to stick out her own to shake hands with the woman half her height, but Dawn took another quick step forward, expertly dodging the outstretched equine arm. Reaching up, her hand grabbed the horse’s shirt around the stomach and pulled. Startled, the draft mare found herself not wanting to hurt the diminutive figure by resisting and simply found herself kneeling down. Before she knew it, Dawn had one hoof standing on the mare’s upper thigh and one hand stroking her muzzle while she was making soothing noises. “Good girl.” A confusing mix of emotions detonated within the percheron. She had never been so quickly and completely dominated by someone other than Celia. At the same time, she couldn’t deny the pleasure of that hand stroking her muzzle. And she couldn’t figure out why she was blushing and somehow proud of being called a good girl. -Excerpt from Shear Force Chapter 3

Art from the incredible Lexi (https://cohost.org/Lexithecow)


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