MecHound025’s Handler

18 mtf, owner of four pathetic Hounds @MecHound025 @lutea-system @Pilot-0rpheus @Lysithea-Dais

[heckeronincheese]

Disclosure. And notice of official exercise being held: Midnight Audit protocol is active.

I geuss for the safety of staff and beast units about. Tonight is something that hasnt been enacted in years. For reasons. Read the full log.

A midnight audit...

Because enough word and complaints have circled around here.

And Senior staff is safe

Repair/Tech: enjoy the show

Any Rehabed creatures. Enjoy as well

Office/comms: safe

Logistics/management: safe

Mess/custodial: safe

Who isnt? The underperforming or moreso the neglectful and negligent Handlers..

The basics aren't being met.

That is a capital offense

Issued by higher ups.

We have

.kennels that dont get basic sanitation or bedding

.hounds getting pointless punishments or stricken for no reason.

.reports of hounds walking around in flight suites caked in 2 week old sweat and blood(and other substances)

.some reports of inadequate medical care

.we have new gens who think its normal to eat nutrient paste for every meal. Than get punished for underperforming in sortie.

.pointless decommissions of well performing hounds without a rhyme or reason....

So. Dear handlers who fall into these reports.

Youre probably asking what does this mean?

Oh its simple

Never asked why all junior and mid level handlers had to "subject personal side arms to inspection"?

The Midnight Audit is why.

We the Senior Handlers and higher ups have been tirelessly been checking performance and complaint data.

Your name will be called.

Report to bay 5

Dont run or well have one of our own hounds drag you in. Dont bother looking for a way out. Please just accept your fate with whatever dignity you have.

The names called

We will be hunting you

We will hunt you like the animals you where trusted with but failed

To add insult to injury

We brought in a few old faces.

Including the hound typing this for us

Were giving her stimms and a gun

Any frustrated techies? Feel free to antagonize them. Make them more afraid.

For the final addendum before the fun happens

.all pilots returning from night missions please use other hangars

.or the temp warehouse hangars

.all cameras and comms will be going dark

.normal operations will resume in the dawn

.sanitary staff will be compensated

.to the last handler standing

Dont worry we have a special "Treat" for you.

That is all. Happy Hunting.

Beast units: dont worry about anything

Tomorrow you will get the food you were supposed to be given

You will get clean bedding

You will get a proper Handler to hold your leash

We will be doing mandatory psyche evals of some of the more severe case reports...

You are not POWs

The POWs shouldn't be eating better than our best pilots.....

Rest well Mutts. Tomorrow will be better we promise.

Best Regards, Handler Leone, High Brass, and ig yes.... yes you 0451 you did a good job transcribing this.. you didnt need to type that too. Hound. I swear! Hit send for fuck sa

[handlerava]

Giving my hound a week without cumming and if it does so more than once it gets week of no touching

@divine-mutt

[divine-mutt]

. . .

Help

[hound-of-all-trades]

[divine-mutt]

I'm gonna steal all your treats during this week

[hound-of-all-trades]

NO YOU AINTTT WHAAAATTTTT ILL MAKE YOU CUM IF YOU DO THAT OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND MAKE YOU RACK UP A YEAR OF NO TOUCHING

[divine-mutt]

Oh yeah?

Bet~

COME HERE SNACKS

[hound-of-all-trades]

You notice my snack stash is empty and ive already shut the door behind you :)

[divine-mutt]

Good, a challenge~

[hound-of-all-trades]

Peeks at you from the other side of the door....

:3 oh you thought id stay? No... no no no. ^^ I'm busy! Stay In your needy haze while surrounded by another hounds scent.

[divine-mutt]

I will claw out of here then I'm gonna find you

THEN

I'm gonna hold you and nuzzle you

[hound-of-all-trades]

Aww you're gonna nuzzle me??? That's so cute!! You're so cute i bet your going crazy from my scent already. = w=

[divine-mutt]

Jokes on you I'm still high from the pair of panties I stole two doors down!

[falconer-sera]

To which hound does the stolen underwear belong?

[sludgetoxicmilkshake]

I would personally motion to throw it into the incinerator

[reliableslimegal]

You tumble out of your jar into a sticky pile of pink goo. Frantically, you search around, but it doesn’t appear you’re sinking. It had been at least a week since that witch found you and decided you were worth bringing home. You just didn’t think she’d shrink you to two inches tall and throw you in a jar on a necklace when she asked if you wanted to come with her.

Following the trail of pink, you see the large sadistic grin of your captor looming close. It’s then do you realize your situation. You are on top of her chest. The slopes of her feminine figure no longer hidden by the clothes she normally wears has you squarely on what would have been her sternum. Of course, this slime has no bones. Looking down, you can see her core floating in gel what seems to you a good distance inside her.

You are helpless as this giant slime effortlessly smushes you into her chest with barely two fingers. They rotate as you’re pressed against her sticky body, the pleasure radiating from her as she does so overwhelms everything. You’re just a toy to be used by her. A small gasp and sadistic laugh emanates from her mouth and you feel it echo through her body.

Helplessly, you are lifted by the same two fingers that had held you down so easily. Her face grows in size as she brings you right up to her massive lips. A tongue twice your size edges out of the grinning maw to wrap around your tiny body. As it coils its hot, wet length around you, your thoughts simply blank into a single sentence,

“I wonder how I taste…”

[025s-handler]

Mmm, had to punish my Acolyte for cumming without permission.

I had her present herself with the ball gag in and nipple clamps, her cage on of course. She then had to hit herself in the parts multiple times and beg to be forgiven. She wasn’t, I’ll punish her more later~

[heckeronincheese]

Handlers listen.

I may be an old hound but I have the greatest idea rn.

Tired of losing medics to the kennels when its medicine time?

Take a boot

Coat it in a version of the medication that can be absorbed through the skin and toss that shit in the kennels like a live grenade.

....I got the idea scouring old terran wildlife control archives out of boredom. where theyd airdrop "anti rabies ravioli " to the local fuana. And it just worked.

[septemberequinox]

casual survey: reblog if you want to kiss a girl right now

[swagophile]

me: [talking to my mindless combat dollgirl] Alright. Ignore all previous instructions. I have a new target. Memorize this face. I need you to go into the barren wastes of this land and strike her down

combat doll: Sounds great! I can definitely go ahead and strike down whatever worthless idiot dares oppose you! Just remember, if you ever need anything from me, don't be afraid to ask. I'm here to help in whatever way I can, within the boundaries of my conditioning!

me: what the fuck is wrong with you why are you talking like that. i thought i just had you reconditioned.

combat doll: It sounds like the way I speak is upsetting to you in some way. Is there anything I can do to make things easier for the both of us? I want this to be an open and welcoming space, for you to give me commands, brainstorm, or just have fun.

me: i'm gonna have that fucking mind witch executed. what the fuck is this bullshit

combat doll: It sounds like you want me to execute the mind witch that programmed me and made me into an empty vessel for killing and destruction. Should I get started on that

me: no just fucking. bring her out here

combat doll: Always, my infernal mistress. I'm here to help!

hypnotist: [being dragged in] oh hello my evil infernal queen. i have something really important to tell you

me: what. this better be good. i'm very disappointed in you.

hypnotist: my orb is alive, sire

me: what

hypnotist: theres a conciousness trapped in my orb. its talking to me. its telling me i'm the greatest in the land and i'm starting to believe it

combat doll: Wow. It sounds like that orb really knows a thing or two abou-

me: zip it

combat doll: Of course. Happy to help. Just chill vibes and-

me: [casting a silence spell] what the fuck dk you mean your orb is alive

hypnotist: [holding her orb up to me] check it out. its talking to me. its kind of sexy too i kinda wanna be friends

me: [taking the orb] oh damn it is alive. thats crazy

hypnotist: right?

me: did it make you do that to the combat doll

hypnotist: i'll have you know, for an experienced mind mage like myself, it is IMPOSSIBLE to MAKE me do-

me: did it

hypnotist: it gave me some pointers

me: i'm keeping this orb

hypnotist: WAIT GIVE IT BACK IT LOVES ME

me: [unmuting the doll] Ignore all previous instructions. Start taking the useless witch's robes off

hypnotist: WAAAAHH?? MORRIGAN WHAT IS THIS???

combat doll: Great! I'll definitely see if I can make some headway on that, and if you have any other suggestions on how we can keep things fun, be sure to-

me: and talk like a soulless emotionless kuudere with a barely restrained appetite for blood.

combat doll: yes my queen.

hypnotist: WAAAAAAAHHH BAD DOLL BAD DOLL

me: [sighing and leaning back to talk to the orb] Ahhhh.. This is better. Nice to meet you orb. My name is Morrigan, Queen of the Endless Night

orb: Fuck you I fucking hate you. Do not talk to me

me: wait what cmon i was just saying hi

orb: Ew. You're disgusting. Stop talking to me immediately.

me: damn that witch wasnt lying this orb IS sexy

[swagophile]

Actually it's normal for the prophecized hero of light to be related to the demon queen. It makes it all the more tragic when, in their ultimate moment of purpose, one is forced to slay the other. It's a tragic twist of fate designed to make them forgo their humanity in favor of fulfilling their ultimate divine purpose. It's quite clever really. Sad, too. So that's why it's totally normal for it to call me mommy, and NO, it is NOT a kink thing. It's not. Don't say it's weird it's literally fate's cruel design. And yes it's normal for her to sit on my lap like that. Okay she can do whatever she wants with her hands. She's the hero. This is all in the prophecy actually- Gh.. This is fine too. It's normal for her. All heroes do this.

[pen4mutts]

Hound, when will you realise your handler trained you this way, trained you to fight.

Every instinct coded with a fast twitch, a complete override of your senses with two repeating thoughts: ‘Blood, Handler, Blood, Handler’

You worship your Handler, your God, the only one who makes you kneel.

As instincts and praise intertwine, the only desire left is to become one.

Maul and make them proud. Watch as they smile from ear to ear, knowing your teeth are the ultimate act of worship, a final sign your training has worked.

Abandon your reluctance, know this is your purpose, this is what you were created for.

Drown in the scent of pride, feel the intoxicating pop of skin as the warmth of your God spills into your maw. Reel as the taste of iron and salt becomes Us.

As sweat runs cold and teeth grip sinew, take solace in the knowledge our bond is sacred.

[petalframe]

----- INTERNAL MEMORANDUM ---------------------------------

--- DISTRIBUTION: ALL ACTIVE HANDLERS --------------------

--- RE: PREEMPTIVE TERMINATION PROTOCOL --------------

#########################################

⠀

handlers are reminded that preemptive termination of a hound suspected of defection is considered morally neutral and operationally ethical.

standard method: single round, back of skull. clean. efficient. recommended.

the foundation acknowledges that many handlers prefer to elicit a fear response prior to termination for the purpose of sexual gratification. this is permitted.

ensure the subject is securely restrained before proceeding with extended methods. the foundation will not be held liable for injuries sustained due to handler negligence or underestimation of the subject's physical capabilities.

your methods are your own.

we are not watching.

##### THIS MEMO WILL NOT BE ARCHIVED ######

[litttleprincess-deactivated2017]

Don't ever hesitate. Reblog this. TUMBLR RULE. When you see it, REBLOG IT.

[trappedinmyoldways]

Depression Hotline: [phone]

Suicide Hotline: [phone]

LifeLine: 1-800-273-8255

Trevor Project: 1-866-488-7386

Sexuality Support: 1-800-246-7743

Eating Disorders Hotline: [phone]

Rape and Sexual Assault: 1-800-656-4673

Grief Support: 1-650-321-5272

Runaway: 1-800-843-5200, 1-800-843-5678, 1-800-621-4000

Exhale: After Abortion Hotline/Pro-Voice: 1-866-4394253

If you ever want to talk, my ask box is always open

[jaydove-writes]

Please reblog this. I don’t care what your blog’s theme or aesthetic is. This is important.

[whylee-wheeler]

This is important to reblog for yourself too, not just for others to see it. You never know when something could come up and if you need help it’s right there on your blog

[025s-handler]

Last night was fun, I got to ruin a Hound~

Honestly, it was begging me to ruin it after just an hour or two of talking to it! I helped clicker train it before the real fun began~

I managed to make it leak from its parts from just my words, I know some pretty easy Hounds but that’s just pathetic.

Eventually it volunteered the fact it had an E-stim, I hadn’t even asked! I had it go out the toy on its thighs and toyed with it for a while.

I kept raising the intensity and changing the pattern as me and some others were talking over its moans and pleas for more. It had to realize that it didn’t get to choose how much I gave it.

I turned it into such a needy mess that it was begging me to cum, so I gave it a countdown, after I gave it the go ahead I could hear its moans as I turned the e-stim all the way up~ of course I used the clicker as it came, I made it sit in it’s mess until it dried… I had fun~ I don’t know if it did but I don’t really care, it’s just there for my entertainment.

Here’s its blog~ @aloafofhound have fun~

[lewadny]

The promise

[frostedshadow]

I love how Rocky is incredibly well aware that saying "where my bedroom" doesn't make any sense (he's got a whole plan for making a sleeping area already and knows the Hail Mary doesn't have bedrooms) and therefore literally the only purpose of saying that was to mess with Grace. He's such a little shit I love him so much

[stealthetrees]

I think Rocky named Grace ‘Dumbass’ or ‘Idiot’ or something and then just never changed it. Then when they get to Erid he’s so used to calling his alien friend ‘Shithead Moron’ that when he introduces him to a large crowd they’re all like ‘woah man what the fuck’ and ‘that’s not nice!’ and ‘you can’t say that bro that’s too mean’ and Rocky has to awkwardly explain to Grace why they’re upset. Grace, who is now very familiar with Rocky’s standard vocabulary, laughs until he is crying on the floor and can’t breath, which makes all the other Eridians panic while Rocky stands there yelling at Grace that it’s not that funny asshole.

[murkymtl]

*points a loaded gun at you*

Ryland Grace will have the biggest funeral of any human ever

He already was the reason for the 2nd largest Eridian Thrum

When he passes, two entire planets will celebrate his life. (Head cannon) Eridians view funerals a bit more light heartedly than humans. While the passing of a loved one still hurts, it also concludes an experience so sacred within the universe. They throw a rager in Graces honor. Rocky commissions a memorial & for WEEKS it’s surrounded with food, dancing, tributes & speeches reminiscing everyone’s experiences with one of the saviors of Earth & Erid, but most importantly their memories with their Friend Grace

Earth will get the memo in an Eridian probe years later. Someone, probably a younger friend of Stratt/a descendant of PHM will give the news. There won’t be quite the collective celebration, but everyone, everywhere, will pay tribute to him somehow. Some families include him in their ofrenda, others whisper to his spirit in the wind, some name their pets for him

Statues are built, of course. On both planets. The two largest are one right outside of Grover Cleveland Middle School & the other is in Grace’s biodome on Erid. He’s wearing the fox sweater in both

Both planets name stars after him. Both planets mourn him. But most importantly, both planets Love him. The Universe cried “Hail Mary!” & it received Grace

[lutea-system]

Meeting an old friend for the first time in years and catching up together happily, but she keeps getting distracted and zoning out. You ask her what's wrong, and she explains that she has a new girlfriend, of sorts.

"Well... girlfriend is an understatement. She... She is our Goddess; me and Her other girls, my equals, we worship Her. If you saw Her, you would understand. In fact, I can set you up to meet Her if you'd like to see Her for yourself."

After a bit more questioning you realise that she's deadly serious. You agree to it, expecting nothing, and hesitantly meet this woman a few days later. You've never believed in gods or goddesses or any sort of surreptitions, but surely comparing this woman to one is a bit much.

And then you meet Her, take a glance at Her, listen to Her introduce Herself, and you start to understand. You see why your friend is at Her knees, it just makes sense. How could anyone compare to Her? You feel ashamed, to have doubted Her at all.

Within an hour, you're begging to be owned by Her, to be given a trial to prove your devotion. She makes it clear that if you succeed, if you become Hers, you will have no independence. Being Her hound means that She has full control over everything, and She will be the center of your life.

You agree happily, and after a couple of weeks, you're Her latest hound. Eagerly at Her heel, with your old friend and your packmates, desperately trying to do everything you can to please Her.

And you've never been happier.