Having my food or drink spiked with THC, unaware of it as I become more and more out of it. My puppy holding me as I twitch and wrap myself around him as I giggle at every thought that goes through my brain. Feeling his paws wander across my body, redirecting my attention to the feeling of his fur on my skin, growing annoyed by my inability to stop laughing at everything, forcing me to stop by sinking his fangs into my flesh, tearing my clothes off, and pushing me onto the ground, pinning me down with his claws digging into my shoulders. Feeling him shove his entire length into my dripping cunt as he mounts me, feeling my walls be forced to give way to his unyielding cock, feeling the burn of an impossible stretch that shapes my cunt into just a tight hole for him to breed, feeling my body be pushed forward with each thrust and back as he pulls me further onto his cock. Repeatedly hitting my cervix with so much force that it feels like he's trying to force his way even deeper into me. The room full of the sounds of our bodies colliding, his growls, my whimpers, and the slick sound of his cock going in and out of my pussy. Grabbing my face and shotgunning me each time he needs to take a break so that I'm too high to think of anything other than him or the perfect feeling of my cunt stretching to wrap around his cock and milk him, each tight, warm, wet ridge gliding across him, begging him to mate me and make me his. Pushing me down even farther so he can try to go even deeper into me. Feeling the sensation of an impossible fullness as he squeezes on my neck, and as I feel like I'm going to pass out, his knot swells to fill me beyond what should even be possible, locking me around him, pouring his warm cum into my fertile womb. My stolen breath contrasts the warmth flooding my cunt and dripping down my legs, the lack of oxygen to my brain making me feel weak, helpless, and unable to object to his use of my hole for its intended purpose. His snout buried into the crook of my neck telling me how good I'll look full of his kits, licking the bite marks he left, turning my head to look me in my glazed-over eyes as all I can respond with are whimpers, shakey breaths, and a shaking body. Rocking his hips into me as he growls and says that I'm his and that the only thing that I'm good for is a warm hole to fuck and carry his kits. Pulling the knot out and back in to tear my entrance so that I won't even be able to touch myself without being reminded of the beast that claimed me as his own to use and destroy.

Making me take more hits to make me so fucking stupid that I cannot deny him shelter in my broken cunt. Teasing my hole and touching my dick so slowly that I become so desperate for his touch that I try to fuck myself on his claws or rub against his paws, his claws digging into the soft flesh of my hips and holding me steady to prevent me from getting any pleasure that he deems me undeserving of, threatening to stop entirely and leave me a pathetic, soaking mess if I don't restrain myself. When he's satisfied that I've learned my place, he holds my face with his paws, kissing me gently as he suddenly bottoms out in one quick motion in my cunt, forcing a scream from my throat, forcing my legs apart so that he can have an even better angle to attack my cervix from, hitting it so violently that I won't be able to do anything without feeling the sting of my most delicate insides being rendered a black and blue throbbing mess, painted white from another attempt to make me father his kits, reminding me of my cunt being used as a toy for his pleasure without regard for my own beyond my ability to carry his young.

Grabbing the back of my skull as he forces smoke into my lungs so that I can't escape it, ensuring that he has a stupid, obedient, and desperate fuck toy to tear apart and put back together that can't form a single thought besides the need to be full of his warm cum. Making me ride him, so out of it that I can hardly keep myself up, out of breath from need and unable to listen to my body telling me to take a break. Why would I want this to end? Don't I want his kits? The pain flooding each cell of my pussy is just preparing me for fulfilling my purpose as his mate, and any pain is worth enduring just to hear his praise and the joy that'll be on his face when I finally give him what he deserves.

Day 12 of posting one good thing each day.

The second semester of the school year started and I liked both of the classes I had today. I especially liked human anatomy. It was kinda surreal seeing the cadavers but it was still neat. It's just a prosection course so I won't be doing any dissection in it, but if I take the advanced anatomy course next year I would. I hope I'll do good in this class because I already took an anatomy and physiology class in high school so I already recognized most of the terms on the handout the professor handed out.

These classes really do make me curious if being something like an embalmer or some other funerary profession would be something that I would like instead of radiology or oncology. I don't really like the idea of bodies being embalmed when they are just going to be buried because it releases chemicals into the soil, so if there's some specific profession that only prepares cadavers for schools since those don't get buried and generally do good for the world by educating future medical professionals.

No matter what profession I decide to go into, I definitely want to be in a position that's behind-the-scenes, since being around people I don't know makes me nervous. If I was in a position that required me to talk with patients or their families, I worry that I would just upset them if I'm too blunt or if I seem uncaring, so it would probably be in everyone's best interest for me to be in a position that lets me do my own thing or work with a very small team so I could actually get to know them and not feel like I need to avoid them.

I have already missed several days of this so I will just start counting the days that have elapsed since the new year.

Day 11 of one good thing each day.

I resumed sewing my grandmother's (now very late) Christmas present. Here's hoping that I'll be able to finish it in a week or two. I already have all the different sections of the shirt cut out and marked and have already applied the gathers to the pieces that will need them, so I only need to assemble the pieces and sew them together. The most time consuming part is honestly just removing the basting stitches and the gathers after putting in the final stitches. Note to self, use a high contrast colored thread for temporary stitches and not the one you plan to use for permanent stitches.

Him gently rubbing my dick while occasionally pushing in and out of my cunt, feeling his paws graze my skin to get me all worked up and needy. Being pushed and pinned to the ground to keep me from moving before feeling his cock slip into me. Feeling him bite into my flesh and growling as he ruts into me, telling me how good I'd look with his kits. Only being able to focus on his voice and the feeling of being stretched out on his cock, have it all pushed into me before he knots me and paints my walls white with his cum, keeping me like that as I feel his knot stretching me out until it's almost unbearable as I imagine his cum dripping into my womb. Having his paws caress me while he whispers into my ear how perfect I look under him and how I look so good with his knot in me and full of his cum, making me horny and desperate again, chuckling as I grind on his knot, trying to make it go even deeper into me and fill me up more.