CrossPost from r/stupidslutsclub
It was the night of June 10th, 2018, and I had just (to the extent of my knowledge) failed my Fluid Mechanics final exam that I needed to complete before taking my needed Heat Transfer class for graduation. As I was walked off the bus onto the bus stop outside my ACC apartment, I held my head in shame, not sure how I was going to revitalize my motivation for my final exam the next morning, knowing that in all likelihood, I was going to have to stay an extra 2 quarters than planned no matter what. I began boiling a pot of water and sat down to text my friend about the fluid mechanics exam only to confirm how fucked I was, and was soon on the verge of crying. I finished cooking my top ramen, ate dinner, and proceeded to get ready for bed.
As I was taking a shower, the warm water made me miss the feeling of having someone to hug and someone to touch. I was craving the feeling of warmth of another someone cuddling me and touching me. I began to sob, and quickly hopped into my room as not to be seen crying in front of my roommates. I proceeded to play on my phone for another hour while I should have been sleeping instead. I eventually got myself to get up and walk to turn off the lights for the night, and as I was walking back to my bed in the pitch dark, I felt a firm, furry appendange grasp at my arm. I turned around only to see Peter the Anteater himself.
Peter, Like all anteaters, anthropomorphic or not, had amazingly powerful forearms and sharp claws, as all anteaters must to break apart anthills to feed. This alone terrified me, as I was completely at the will of Peter and his impressive physical stature. He leaned his anthropomorphic head towards my ear and whispered, "Don't worry young eater, Daddy will always be here for you". He then instructed me to sit on my bed facing him, and firmly grasped me and pinned me to the bed with his powerful arm. Then , to my surprise, he pulled down his UCI basketball shorts with his other hand to display his large phallic appendage to his new UCI student slut. As he saw my face of partial awe and partial terror, he remarked in his deep, grumbly voice, "There is a reason they call it my second nose".
He then, with both arms, grabbed me like his little sex doll and put me on all fours on his bed. With one hand he pinned my left hip down, and with the other grabbed me around the perimeter of my throat. I could feel his sharp claws digging into my skin. I then felt his thick beasty appendange by the entrance of my rectum as I began, to my embarrassment, tearing up. He then leaned his head towards my ear again and whispered "Say it For Daddy". I clamored out a "Zot". He then forcefully grabbed and twisted my head towards his face, and gave me a bitter expression. Peter was visibly disappointed with his misbehaving slut. I could feel his nails dig into my throat even more, and tears dripped down my cheeks as I was in agony. He commanded "say it three times". I then yelled out "ZOT Zot zot" as my voice thinned out and became raspy as I was short of breath. I could barely breathe. Peter then loosened his grasp and grunted out "I'll give you one more time, Bitch". I then yelled at the top of my lungs "ZOT ZOT ZOT" to please my new master. He then would know I was all his to use. I wanted to please my daddy.
After five minutes, Peter began to slow down his strokes and began giving out the sexiest deep grumbly grunts I have ever heard. It hurt, but it felt good to make my (our) daddy happy. I then felt his cock pulse as he filled me to the brim with his hot ,thick, baby gravy. After he finished I began to move, but he quickly pinned me down again as I was reminded of his overwhelming power. He quickly stated "Not quite yet". Peter then dug his sharp claws into my skin and spelled out "Z O T" on my back. He then took a picture of his art on my phone, and told me "This is so you remember who you belong to". I looked at the picture he took of me for a quick minute, and then turned back, but Peter had already left. Some light inside me grew though, as I quickly fell asleep with a pleasant deep warm feeling, and woke up the next morning feeling prepared for my last final exam. I couldn't figure out why, but I came out of the 8 to 10 am exam with a relaxed pleasant feeling, and began to pack for my trip back to my parents house for the summer with seemingly unreasoned joy.
Two weeks later, I decided to finally grow the bravery to check my final grades for the term. As I clicked on the unofficial transcript link, my heart skipped a few beats as the page loaded. But, I then realized I still had to scroll to the bottom of the page to see my grades for the quarter. My cortisol levels had shot up and my heart began rapidly beating. I got to the bottom of the page, and to my pleasant surprise, and by Daddy Peter's grace, I had passed all of my classes for that term with a B plus average. I was completely enamored with Peter's love. I could happily tell my parents I was was on task to graduate on my originally projected schedule, but little did they know why.
This is when I knew I would always be part of the anteater family
ZOT ZOT ZOT
Submitted September 06, 2019 at 08:51AM by PeterEater69Ants https://ift.tt/2PQLCgR
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