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umami's milk · Aug 26, 2023

Here's something I just came across.

Syaoran Li · Aug 26, 2023

umami's milk said:
Here's something I just came across.

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Davy Crockett died for our sins....

Why? Why on Earth would they make Krauser of all RE characters a troon? I'm more confused than anything.

umami's milk · Aug 26, 2023

Syaoran Li said:
Krauser of all RE characters a troon?

Oh you sweet summer child. This is child's play compared to the things that go down in the REverse.

Syaoran Li · Aug 26, 2023

umami's milk said:
Oh you sweet summer child. This is child's play compared to the things that go down in the REverse.

Oh trust me, I know how utterly horrifying the RE fandom can get but I'm just plain downright confused about specifically making Krauser a pooner/troon more than anything else.

You think it'd be Leon who would get the troon treatment instead as he's more of a "pretty boy" sort of guy that fujos tend to go crazy for, especially when compared to someone like Krauser.

umami's milk · Aug 26, 2023

Syaoran Li said:
You think it'd be Leon who would get the troon treatment instead as he's more of a "pretty boy" sort of guy that fujos tend to go crazy for

And he usually is! There are some posts a couple pages back that explain the recent Poonser phenomenon.

Chandelier · Sep 1, 2023

Consider this a Pooner L or something else, but I came across a trans Ghost fic where the biggest issue in that fic was...Ghost dealing with pregnancy. The issues? Number one: Ghost was still taking T for the duration of his pregnancy because his Pooner self decided to have unprotected Penis-in-vagina sex with Soap, who is a normal male. Two: Ghost gets into a helicopter crash and smashes his pelvis, and continues on with the pregnancy, despite pelvic fractures leading to fetal death at least 35% of the time.

When Ghost gets preggers and starts getting morning sickness, Price comes in there and gives him...menstruation pills.

Story here. Archive.

Ghost is a contrarian, but he isn't stupid. He pops the bottle open and pops two together at the same time. They stick a bit on the way down.

"What does Laswell do?" This is too personal but his head is pounding too much to care.

"She works. Always on the move, like she can outrun it. Which is why I have a proposition for you."

Ghost raises an eyebrow, curious.

"It's busy work but anything is better than this, right?"

Such a simple sentence is how he finds himself sitting in the rain under a tarp just surveying the land. He has weapons with him but hasn't had to use them. It's still work though and as much as it hurts him to say, Price had been right. The headache had left, though the nausea still came and went. The stupid Menstrual Complete sits in his pocket as an embarrassing reminder of everything he couldn't hide. Premenstrual syndrome had always hit him hard. He got it from his mother's side.

He shifts, readjusting his camera and surveying the hills around him. He's somewhere in Spain, but the hills remind him so much of the Highlands. The only thing that breaks the illusion is the smell. Soap could probably spot the exact difference between the two that Ghost couldn't. He takes pictures of truly nothing in particular. Price had told him up front that this wasn't important. It's only to get him out of the base and distracted from his ills.

On finding out that his female anatomy does, in fact, work:

"Simon, are you aware that you're pregnant?"

No.

Obviously not.

He blinks at her.

But she's already decided to move on. "During your routine imaging after the accident, we noticed something on your scans." Her hand hovers over the tablet then she turns it around, holding it up for Ghost to see, "This is from a follow-up ultrasound we did after blood tests confirmed our suspicions."

Ghost takes the tablet as if it were a bomb, touching the edges with naked fingertips. The black and white contrast is glaring and eye straining. In the centre of a fuzzy black void is a shrimp-like creature. It's not even recognizable as a human, curled in a tight circle.

"We estimate about four weeks. Not very far along. There are plenty of options available for you."
Ghost's eyes flick around the image but always jump back down to the baby.

"The pregnancy likely won't affect your surgical options but it will affect recovery. I recommend taking time to think about this. Maybe talk it over with a friend or partner."

She talks more about moving forward and things they're going to monitor but every sense focuses on the image before him. His eyes cross from staring and it's no longer about the image, but the implications.

A single decision and it wouldn't matter. It would be a thing of the past. Just one of his many little secrets. He could focus on recovering and getting back to work. But did he want that?

The rest of the chapters involve a long-standing debate over whether Ghost should get an abortion or not. Ghost decides to keep the testosterone-addled fetus, because that's what good mothers do. Can't wait to see it turn out like pigeon, that pooner Exulansic covered.

The funnier part is that the pooner makes the CIA look like huge transphobes by 'misgendering' Pooner Ghost, even when they would have full access to Ghost's medical records. The pooners who write these stories do the tiniest bit of research and often act shocked when you point this out to them. Oh, well. Least you get shitty fanart.

Here is the NSFW piece that preceded this. Archive. The author would like you to know she is asexual.

"Permission granted."

His smile grows wider. Not just at the 'go ahead' but at Simon's shining face. His lips are tilted upwards at the corner. His eyelashes glow under the yellow lamplight, burning with a golden fire. It's flecked throughout his buzzed hair. Threaded through his dark eyes. Every part of him is light and air that Soap needs to grip onto. And grip he does, switching his effort to paint colourful bruising spots onto his other thigh. He drags spit across, connecting them with glistening strands. He continues to rub him with his thumb, dipping in and out. Ghost squirms, muscles flexing with the strain of keeping still. He's quiet too, only grunting deeply when Soap teases near his cock, just brushing the wet base. Soap's own pants are damp. He moves more than he has to in order to get friction against the bed.

With his thumb at the base of Ghost's pink cock, Soap drops down to mouth at it. He jumps between his lips. The taste of him is leagues ahead of the hint he got. Soap pulls up, running his lips against him. As he pushes down, Soap rotates his hand, keeping his thumb in place and slipping his index finger into him, teasing the edge of his vagina. That carefully protected silence he'd been maintaining slips and Ghost gasps out a small 'fuck' and grips the sheets and Soap's hair. He brushes his cock with his teeth and Ghost bites out a louder "fuck!"

He's slick beneath him, coating his fingers. Soap can feel Ghost's heartbeat in his mouth and under his hands. It's quick, pounding blood to sensitive areas that Soap rubs his fingers over, circling his vagina with his index and middle finger, prodding with his thumb. Ghost does his best, breathing slow and deeply, massaging Soap's scalp. He continues to circle, teasing him with only the slightest pressure, not quite inserting a finger yet. It just goes to make Ghost wetter under him, tense muscles trembling like he never did when holding a plank. The comforting massaging of his scalp turns sharp as Ghost lightly rakes his nails through his hair. That, Soap rewards, with a slow movement, pushing in to his knuckle. He pulls out every centimetre then pushes back in. Ghost presses his legs closer around him.

Soap's nose is buried in those wild curls as he continues to mouth and suck on his cock, licking up the back with his tongue. He smells of plasticity cotton, leftovers from the probably new boxers he'd been wearing.

Witness a spasming man-vagina.

He licks his fingers clean, taking the time to observe Ghost now that he's not between his legs. The spots he'd sucked are bright red against pale skin. His knees are flushed, the pink-red colour copied onto his gold painted chest. He sparkles with sweat. It's more than he dreamed of. He'd always thought Ghost was the type to bend him over a table and fuck him there, hands gripping tightly enough to snap bone. He still might but right now, he's arching his back, holding his legs apart so Soap can see the mess he made. He slides his hands back down his thighs and gently pulls his labia back to see his spasming vagina and glistening, dripping cock. He needs out of his pants but he might not last long once he does.
Ghost hadn't orgasmed yet. Soap wants that for him. He wants to dive back in until Ghost is crying, bucking, and ripping Soap's hair out. He'd grow his hair out just to give him something to hold onto as they rode each other for hours. Let him rip it all out till he was bald.

His request rattles through his brain, picking out sweet words. Filthy words.

"Look at you." He coos, rubbing his swelling labia, "glistening and wet."

Ghost laughs, "That's what you've got?"

He's not embarrassed, "Not good at the sexy talk. My mouth is usually preoccupied."

“Try again.”

Soap kisses his knee, “Is that really what you want my lips doing?”

"Come here." He pulls him in for a kiss and it's distracting, almost missing the way his hand travels to cup the bulge in his pants. He squeezes once.

Soap kisses, trying his best to keep focus as Ghost tugs on his pants, shimmying them down. He's still trapped in his boxers, the pressure only slightly eased. There's a large dark spot on the front. But he can't be embarrassed by the fact that he's going to have to walk back to base in them.

"Just talk, love."

And this is the scene that leads to Ghost acting shocked why his pooner self got pregnant.

Soap slicks himself up with spit again and for good measure, he pumps two fingers inside of Ghost, only brushing that sweet spot lightly. He grabs onto Soap’s dick again and helps position him inside him, starting with just the tip. Like he had done with his fingers, Soap pushes in only a little before pulling out to just the tip again. Ghost holds onto his base, encircling it with his index finger and thumb. He strokes lightly, urging Soap on. He folds himself over Ghost, holding onto his hips to get a better angle to glide into him. He’s clenching around him, wet and dripping.

Ghost is tighter than Soap thought he would be. He’s firm and comforting around him. The slickness continues to make loud obscene noises between them. Soap’s dick pulses, seeking to chase more of this physical connection. He sinks down to his base and begins stroking Ghost’s cock again. He clenches and spasms around him. Ghost digs his fingers into Soap’s hips and tries to push him deeper. Soap pulls out to the tip and slides back in faster this time. After a few pumps, he is slapping against Ghost and every thrust has Soap’s dick leaking even more. It makes the space under his skin buzz, excited and anxious. He feels in his teeth. They’re both sweating, hands slipping on each other and struggling to keep their grips. Soap throbs, needing to let go.

He kisses Ghost, snaking his tongue back into his mouth for just a few moments to talk to him again, “I’m about to-” His heart stutters and he has to slow down.

“Yeah?” Ghost brushes hair off his face. He’s smiling again, not that teasing smirk and gone is the dry wit.

“Want me to pull out?”

Ghost shakes his head, “No.”

Pooners will often write the male characters they make trans as having vaginas which squirt everywhere, even when their own is dried up due to the testosterone they take. They have to use estradiol cream to keep it going. Soap here would be fucking sandpaper, more so as Ghost has been on T for years. These sex scenes get considerably less sexy once you know what these pooners do to themselves.

You also have to admire how much asexuals love sex. Just because you don't fuck doesn't mean you don't have a sex drive.

Blasterman · Sep 1, 2023

@Chandelier
Since when did these faggots start cropping up in Cowadoody of all places? I thought that game was played by 10 year olds who scream nigger 24/7.

Anyways, fanfiction somehow became even worse than it was in the early 2000s. Back then the dumb fan girls grew up, now... I don't even know what the hell is wrong with these people. Dad issues? Never gave head and/or felt a male cock? Probably something even worse than that.... Half of AO3's random searches give troon shit and the other faggotry. Cut out maybe 10% that falls off on original stories and you're left with unimaginable degeneracy in series fandoms.

Chandelier · Sep 3, 2023

Blasterman said:
Since when did these faggots start cropping up in Cowadoody of all places? I thought that game was played by 10 year olds who scream nigger 24/7.

Soap and Ghost are hot white males, and pooners want to achieve that aesthetic. They want to be big beefy guys despite their 5'4 frame. Projection at its finest.

Here's an older RE4 fic, from an author who was said to be a massive bitch to other RE fans. Passed herself off as an elite writer since she was part of the Critique Circle or some other, a forum you often had to pay to join/let others review your work. She was, however, an immensely talented traditional artist, and her writing really isn't that bad. It's pretty good. But her characterizations and internal logic left much to be desired.

However, I don't think this literary language was appropriate. And I mean, "who the fuck thought this was good?"

That's, uh...an interesting metaphor.

Chandelier · Sep 5, 2023

As soon as I read 'pups', it sent me. For a little backstory: this is yet another pooner fic, where John is a FTM pooner, and Simon has the big white cock. He also has a 'knot', because it's an A/B/O fic. Link / Archive

And some snippets.

Here is the 'I can't wait for you to have my pups' bit.

I also forgot to list that phalloplasty pooner fic whose author had the guide on how to write transmen. Despite outwardly claiming that she isn't bothered by bad comments, she is quick to run to the admins for 'mean words' and 'harassment'. It's fine for these people to call you 'birthing bodies' and 'front hole havers', but don't use the same language for them.

The sex hasn't been written yet, but I wonder how it's gonna go because, for all of AO3's tags and permissive attitudes towards sex, there really aren't many phallopasty fics. As of this writing, Pooner Ghost has around 280 fics, Soap over 300. It's spicy straight sex with an M/M rating.