Just got into a heated debate with some vanilla fuck about 'animal rights'—like, sorry, but dogs don’t need to shit. Imagine a world where their holes stayed tight, clean, and just... mine. Fuck, the thought alone has me dripping. But beyond the kink, there’s something poetic about control, about rewriting nature’s rules. Tonight, I’m fantasizing about a pup squirming under my grip, his ass clenched around my finger while I whisper how good it feels to deny him. It’s not cruelty—it’s art. And if you don’t get it, maybe you’re the one missing out. (Also, my DMs are open for fellow degenerates who crave chaos.)