#it's most obvious in kink but shifters do a lot of the lifting for me lol

[void-botanist]

Rose's Kiss Week Day 6: Home Alone

OCs: Sierra Callawel and Ian Carlisle (Spinder's oldest sister and her husband)

Words: 1189

Content warnings: none

Notes: Ian's canid form is a common raccoon dog. It is also well-known that shifting to that form makes you itchy.

When Sierra looked up from her computer, she could see the full moon hanging too-large over the faraway trees outside her window.  She’d lost track of time.  Ian would be transformed, now, and she hadn’t seen him at all.  She locked her computer and stood up.  The kids were out, so making a circuit of the house wouldn’t draw them out of their rooms and interrupt the nice night she wanted to spend alone with her husband.

“Ian?” she called as she started up the stairs.  “Where are you?”

She heard a mournful squeaky-toy noise from somewhere down the hall and smiled to herself as she went to find the source of it.  When she flipped on the light in her bedroom, she got a louder and angrier squeak from the bed, where a golden brown and black fluff of a dog was burying his little face under his front paws.

“Sorry,” she said, going to turn on her bedside lamp before turning off the overhead light.  He didn’t raise his head until she sat down on the side of the bed, and then he tried to crawl in her lap immediately.

Laughing, she held him back gently and got fully onto the bed, leaning back against the headboard before she let him snuffle his way into her space.  He seemed content to put his paws across her legs and rest his head on them, but she scooped him up all the way, holding him close against her.  His response was to put his paws on her arm and set his head there instead.  He was probably just tired after transforming, but he always looked so cute and sad in his dog form, and it made her want to hug him tighter.  So she did, pressing her cheek to the top of his fuzzy little head and then kissing him there.  He let out a longer squeak, stretching his neck out further, and as she petted his head she followed his gaze to the brush he’d set out for her.  Oh, of course.  Grabbing it was a bit of a stretch, and she almost dumped him out of her arms accidentally, but once it was in her hand she settled him in her lap and began running it through his fur in long strokes, head to rump.  Instantly he was a dog-shaped puddle in her lap, his only reaction little snuffles of pleasure.  

When she paused to pull out the mat of hair that had collected in the brush, he rolled over onto his back, cradled in her crossed legs.  She scratched behind his ears while she drew the brush along the contours of his ribcage and haunches and arms.  He didn’t even tense as she carefully brought it over his neck and chin.  As soon as she set the brush aside, though, he was getting back out of her lap, jumping down onto the floor with a cacophony of clicking nails and pausing in the doorway to look back at her.  She smiled and followed him back downstairs to the kitchen, where he waited by the table while she got their dinner out of the fridge: sliced chicken, lentils, and a touch of cranberry sauce.  For him, at least.  She could have as much as she wanted.  His was already in a bowl, so once she pried off the lid she set it in front of him on the floor.  He wagged his tail but didn’t move.  While she made her own plate from the main bowls of food, she saw him bend down and sniff his bowl, his eyes never leaving her.  

“You can start without me,” she said.  

He made a sound somewhere between a shriek and a growl and sat straight again. With a laugh she returned the food bowls to the fridge and brought her plate to the table.  

“Blessed be the fruits of the earth, and us among them,” she said, and he squeaked out the same cadence before shoving his face in his bowl.  She ate with half an eye on him inhaling his food, mostly because his enthusiasm was adorable.  

On the way back to bed she carried him up the stairs, letting him jump down on the bed before she got into her pajamas.  He didn’t stay on the bed, though, since she had to go to the bathroom to brush her teeth and he apparently had the energy now to not let her leave his sight.  He brushed against her ankles where she stood in front of the sink, hopped in the bathtub, and started rolling around on the textured treads on the bottom of it.  That was why he was accompanying her.  He’d told her before that there was something sublime about the feeling of the bathtub treads specifically that he really couldn’t explain.  He didn’t feel that way about them in human form.  She didn’t care as long as he didn’t leave his fur in the tub, though she was often the one who cleared it out to take a shower anyway.  But it was worth it to see him being so happy in there.  When she left the bathroom, he followed, and she scooped him back onto the bed.  He curled up right next to her while she read her book for a bit.  After she turned out the light, he yipped along with her presleep prayer, and she gave him a last pet on the head before relaxing into the dark.

At the crack of dawn the sudden weight on the bed woke her.  In the light that sifted around the edges of the curtains she could see Ian, now fully human, getting under the covers.  He turned his back to her—he might not even remember that his transformation always woke her up—but she came over to him anyway, putting a hand on his side as she kissed his shoulder.  When he shifted onto his back, she kissed his scratchy cheek, then gave him a peck on the lips before leaning back on her elbow to look at him.  There was always something a little canine about him to her, but it was stronger when he’d just come back—the way he blinked at her like a sleepy dog melded with the way he still smelled of fur.  And it was his smell, because he smelled the same if she met him in the middle of the hallway, or raiding the fridge downstairs.  After he took a shower it would fade, but for now she breathed it deeply.  She could never explain it to anyone but him, but these were the hours when he smelled most like himself, like her Ian.    

His hand slipped into the curls at the back of her head, guiding her into a deeper kiss.  She wrapped an arm around his warm chest as he smoothed his other hand over her shoulder.  He kissed her a second time, then ever so gently pushed her away.  

“Okay, I’m sleeping now,” he said with a tired smile.

She caressed his cheek, then laid back on her side of the bed.  “Goodnight.”

RKW taglist: @jezifster @kk7-rbs @vacantgodling

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#Sierra is generally known to be caring but sharp and humorless. then there's moon nights #I love what this implies about their two adopted shifter children who very likely have the same moon as Ian #there are other places they go and feel safe shifting. I don't know where but. Spinder's probably been there #I wonder if there are shift clubs. idk how you could possibly enforce that though #I have been forever changed by Patricia Taxxon's On The Ethics of Boinking Animal People btw #even though this clearly is not “boinking” or really even “animal people” I now aspire to write stuff like this in a sensory way #beyond that I also think it's interesting how people inhabit liminal spaces with the things they enjoy #it's most obvious in kink but shifters do a lot of the lifting for me lol #I guess the reason I have never committed to making shifters have anthro animal forms is I don't have anything interesting to do w that #but having a person cross the line between how we treat husbands and how we treat pets...that's intriguing #still working out the details of being in canid form tho #also don't ask me what their religion is I don't know lol #c: Sierra #c: Ian #rose's kiss week #rose writ

[carfucker9000]

On Sex With Cars, a Mechaphilic Exposure

+ I should preface this by saying that most of us do develop strong romantic or otherwise generally emotional attachments to our object partners. Many of us cross out of the Mechaphilic aspect of Objectum Sexuality as well and take on other Object Partners (Instruments, Buildings, Stuffies, etc). This is mainly about us good ol' carfuckers because we all LOVE talking about fucking cars even when we're not doing it.

- We're also capable of having human partners and attraction too, obviously.

- Typically speaking the emotional side of our relationships involve lots of projecting emotions and personalities onto our vehicles. This can stem from many reasons from nature vs. nurture to traumatic experience, abuse involving vehicles even if indirect, or other cases. We know they don't reciprocate that love but I mean... It's hard to admit. Go easy on us.

- A good portion of us are LGBT and/or on the autism spectrum. This doesn't mean all of us are, but most.

+ There are a few big No-No's in the community, despite our seeming lawlessness (we're really just loveably tacky). Mainly, don't do anything that would endanger your body or privacy.

- Don't touch hot or moving parts

- Do not fuck while it's running in an enclosed space. It's okay in the open.

- Don't expose yourself purposely to people who are non consenting.

- Do not ingest chemical substances which will harm your body. There is a man infamous for drinking used motor oil who was kicked from our group. He's also very... Weird. He thinks he can get his car pregnant. Don't be like him.

+ Lots of relationships I've seen among our numbers vary, but widely center around physical affection. This has a wide range of expression and can include but is not limited to:

- Kissing, rubbing or licking our automobile, anywhere inside or out

- Hugging, embracing and cuddling the automobile, again anywhere inside or out.  Think of inside vs. Outside being like, little spoon vs. Big spoon.

- There's feeling up the vehicle in more overtly sexual ways. We know realistically that the vehicle doesn't derive pleasure from the acts but lots of us are animists who would like to believe so anyways.

- This includes fingering, fondling, grinding, what have you.

+ The actual Sex Acts include numerous positions. Usually if you can imagine it, it's been done or talked about:

- Grinding against the bumper, quarter panels or grille. One of my favorite places with Grace was his trunk, it had a very good height for me.

- Fucking the exhaust. It is exactly how it sounds. Sex toys are often used. AMAB members describe using masturbation sleeves so they don't get cut or infected. AFAB members describe using strap-ons for the act as well.

- Give it it's own dick: mostly an AFAB thing in my experience, but one option with raised vehicles or vehicles which can be put onto a lift is to mount a sex toy beneath the vehicle, usually on the rear differential. This, to me, sounds like a lovely subbing experience.

- Handling the shifter: yup. The obvious. If your lover is equipped with a small-enough floor shifter, this is a viable option for a fun ride. Many mechs will change out their factory shifter for a more usable model.

- Tire worship: think foot/boot worship, but with tires. One of my personal favorites. Definitely gets me worked up pretty well. Extends to other bits as well.

- The hitch. Yup, some find use in their towing hitches whether it's the part itself or modifying a sex toy to be mounted on the hitch.

- a classic is just plain masturbating in the driver's seat to share an intimate moment. I did it on the road at night for the sake of privacy only. Don't attempt while moving. It's thrilling as hell but dangerous.

+ The Sex Appeal: of course, just like with humans, we find different features appealing in different ways! All of us interpret things in unique ways, but I can offer a bit of personal insight:

- Faces: humans typically experience pareidolia which is a feature evolved so that we can recognise other humans faces. This also causes faces to emerge in the most inhuman of features. Different features can help to construct the "personality" of a car, from the shape of the headlight "eyes" to the grille giving a friendly smile.

- Body types: everyone has different preferences. There are certain stereotypes which follow different cars: sports cars usually are viewed as sexy, model-type bodies. Pickups have a strong and intimidating air. Many like the idea of being dominated by trucks. SUVs, vans and hatchbacks are typically cutesy or maternal. Sedans are, I guess your average and represent a wide swath of presentations.

- gender in automobiles is fairly tricky. Different people see features in different ways and genders assigned to cars tend to be assumed based on the "energy" they give off. Initial impressions of this energy are made when the car and driver first meet, some even say this is how the car introduced themselves to them. There is a bit of debate, at times, or minor disagreement on the gender and "personality" of automobiles. Luckily this has far less consequence than issues revolving around human identities.

- the shape and features of the car's body are viewed in unique ways as well. Opinions range based on qualities like personality and practicality (ie, how well can i sexually interface with my vehicle? Is it comfortable to handle? Is it aesthetically appealing?) Some people prefer sharp angles, some prefer swooping curves, some prefer boxy bodies and still others prefer even different combinations of shapes.

- Many features of the car's body can be discussed analogously to the human body. The "face"— front end, headlights, hood, grille, bumper; the "body"— fenders, suspension and tires seen as extremities; the "hips"/"ass"— the curvy bits over the rear window or trunk, the tailgate of a pick-up, the taillights, the rear bumper. They're even seen in a similar way to humans: more muscular or sleek appearance. Bubble butts or thick bodies with the appeal of more to hold and love. Big tires on vehicles like trucks can seem almost cutesy as well, although I haven't personally noticed a bias as far as vehicle type when it comes to tire worship.

+ Other aspects still may revolve around the sensory aspect of loving automobiles, and not just their looks.

- a good rumbling engine always makes me feel safe and protected. Also a good sleep aid.

- the feel of the car's paneling or interior is often a great comfort.

- electrical features like a car's HVAC system and audio system can create a uniquely comfortable environment specific to the driver's likes.

- the feeling of vibrations from the car running are typically comforting and fall in with rumbling/revving noises.

- the sway of steering on the go is typically a sensory comfort for myself as well.

- taking travels and making memories with our automobile is just as important as with any other friend or partner.

- doing silly things like going out on "dates", sightseeing or learning special driving techniques. Many have certain roads or areas they say belong to them and their auto.

- I guess this is also in with the sway of steering, but on a more sexual note, watching a car bounce/rock on its suspension is fairly arousing.

- maybe it's just my piss kink, but watching the exhaust in some vehicles both smoke/steam and drip condensation is pretty hot.

- the feeling of being surrounded and protected by a partner whether it's sexual or not is just nice. Kind of makes me understand soft vore.

I'll add more as I think of it but that's it for now.

#mechaphilia #objectum sexuality #object sexuality #mechanophilia #carfucking