Avatar Author: Throat Wolf The “Throat Wolf” was a card much talked about back in the early days of Magic: The Gathering. However, despite all the discussion, the card did not actually exist. Thus, when I picked a pseudonym for the vorarephilia (vo... Read Bio

“…belong…to you?” she asked.

“Well, you could say you’re within my body now,” I pointed out. “If someone doesn’t own what’s inside their own body, what do they own?”

“N-no!” she said. “I won’t be your slave! I thought you were my friend!”

I sighed. “I’m not asking you to be my slave,” I said. “I’m telling you that you are my toy. Oh well, I’ll try again later.” I pushed her head back down and in, stifling her protests, and dozed off.

When I woke up the next morning, I tugged her head out again and kissed her awake. “Well?”

“But I don’t—” she began, then said, “Wait!” when I put my hand back on her head to push her back down.

“Last chance,” I said. “If you say no, I’ll have to tuck you back down ’til people have stopped looking for you. Might be a year or two.”

“Why are you doing this?” she asked. “I thought we were friends.”

“I’m sorry, but I just like having you in there,” I said. “But if I’m going to keep you there, you have to be mine or it doesn’t work. So what’s it going to be?”

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