artillery mech pilot

A hound at heart but a deer in flesh I love mooing for handlers (if any actualy liked me) and drinking so much boba tea i passout

[cervidaecanis-o7]

mmaybe i dont want a handler anymore i knwo its part of the lore but i had a girl hse me pureply for sex and nudes and i feel gross and dishusting

[cervidaecanis-o7]

yall ever get di drunk anrbhigh you cant even syandup and then have bo one to take advantage of you...... this is bullshit

[ferrousfaerie]

BIIIIGGG stretch

[willowo-luna]

Whole body twitching too this one holy SHIT

[cervidaecanis-o7]

do yall fuck with mentaly ill hounds who would literaly jump infront of a railgun shot if given the chance

[cervidaecanis-o7]

you know you should give your local hound (me) 80 euros just because for no particulsr reason at all

[cervidaecanis-o7]

I can confirm the girl who I hooked up with did not find it weird and infact made me grind on her boots like the pathetic beast i am for nearly a hour 😵‍💫

[meli-writes]

rebel who's had her fingers stuck in the mouth of the mech pilot she's captured for hours, because the hound is conditioned to bite down on the cyanide capsule in its tooth but not on a handler. so now it's just mumbling softly around the impromptu gag, while they both wait for someone to come sedate it.

[cervidaecanis-o7]

Would the girl im hooking up with tomorrow find it weird if i specificaly asked her to dress like a handler??? or am i just too cattlebrained to think straight

[shadowroots]

(New Routines)

Chapter 19

//18+ only!! Minors DNI! Content warning: this one contains mention of a gun, but not any use of it.//

My eyes catch onto *it* immediately! *It* flashes, leaving a lingering trail of red behind *it* as *it* moves. A beam that dashes in circles round and round. I roll up onto my paws again, wiggling my ass before pouncing at *it*. I slide against the ground as *it* flicks away.

I stumble, taking a moment before recalibrating. I lunge at *it* another time, and once more *it* flees into the distance right as I’m about to catch *it*. I lose my balance, the world beginning to spin. The world feels uneven, but *it* keeps taunting me. I leap one more time, and this time *it* looks caught! *click* I coo a soft moan that drifts in the air. It feels so good, I dribble more. She points. I lap up my mess, and then *it* returns to taunt me.

“Mmmff!!” I purr into my gag, pouncing and leaping around awkwardly. I need to get *it*! *It* feels so good. I catch it again. *click* Catch. *click* each time feeling my spirit drift further and further away. It feels so amazing to have no thoughts at all. I just need to catch the dot. Just chase…pounce… it’s hypnotic in a way.

She looks on, just watching as I sink into the sweet endless abyss. I start to get my footing, jumps and lunges less awkward now, aside from the busted parts. A nimbleness and familiarity with my limbs begins. She clicks one last time, and puts the *dot* away. She then points in front of Her. I move over quickly, sitting down in front of Her with a big proud smile.

~I caught *it*! I caught it lots!~ a small fleeting thought in a sea of madness.

“Do you remember last time?” I shake and tilt my head. “Well, that tells me which kitty got you in trouble.” I’m confused, but it doesn’t matter. I hang on Her musical voice anyways. “You want out of the cage mittens?” I nod quickly, the aching still very present.

“Very well. If you can cum from just this.” She says dropping a familiar dildo on the ground. “Then I will consider letting you out early.” She speaks in a precise tone. “No hands.” She orders. I drool, grinding my hips at the air. By now my desires are blazing through my body. Sweat runs down every crease. My breath catches frequently in my throat. My heart pounds against my chest no different than an intense sortie.

I whimper needily. I don’t hesitate, crawling to the dildo and letting my spit fall over it. I lean my muzzle over top, letting the fluid drop out of the small opening. It isn’t much, but I’ll take what I can get.

I try to use my muzzle, awkwardly nuzzling it to try and get it to stand up. It’s no use, my senses too disrupted. “Wow…you really are pathetic. Look at you, rubbing all over that cock like it’s catnip.” She pokes. I don’t care, I am pathetic. I just need to cum. I just need to get some sweet release…

I eventually give up, and start grinding against it, trying the same with hips and groin. All it does is taunt me and tease me. My cage is soaked from my fervent needs. “Oops..” She says, kicking it away slightly with her boot as She towers over me. I chase after it of course, trying the same tactics again.

“Mmmfff!! Mmm..mm mm!!” I plead. She just taps her foot. “Oh you must be so desperate.” She taunts knowingly. “Tell you what. I will help you get it inside of you, but, you are not allowed to cum until I say so.” She says offering me such a sweet solution.

I agree to her terms, nodding and mewling. *Click*. More reinforcement. She is an efficient woman, grabbing the dildo off the ground with one hand. She points, “Head down, ass up, face away.” She orders. I comply, shifting around and leaning over so my chest and face are pressed into the floor.

She grabs a hold of my hair firmly, hand gripping my head. “Beg.” She orders as the tip of the familiar appendage teases at the rim of my asshole. My girlcock dribbles more.My gorans are pained and needy. I whimper and whine. “mmmmmm!!! Mmmmm!!” The stifled mewls filling the Hangar. It’s only now I hear the sounds of laughter around me. Echoing voices tease in the edges of my awareness. Still, there’s a bigger focus.

She pulls me back by my hair, a large portion of the cock shoved painfully in at once. “There’s your help. Now you can finish yourself.” She says before moving around to the front of my face again. I take it as permission, leaning back onto my hind legs. I start to rock my hips up and down the length.

I tremble, drenched in my sweat with that plastic cock driving in and out. My eyes flutter as it prods gently against my prostate. I try to get accustomed to the sensation, but it’s not enough for Her. She grabs me again, and this time uses Her strong muscles to shove me down onto the cock. She uses the other hand to grab onto my left tit, using it as a handle to yank me up.

She spurs me to go faster. My tits and ass bounce and jiggle the other each motion. I groan louder and louder. The wall of colors and distortion begin to form into distinct shapes. Soon, I can see vague shapes of people towering over me. Pain starts to seep into my limbs. “5 minutes kitten.” She says, unlocking my chastity cage. “Cum in that time and I’ll give you a gift.”

As the key turns and the device opens, my gock twitches and begins to expand. My testes shrivel and in a few moments I’m the stiffest I’ve ever been. I hear the laughter grow louder. My focus wanes. My thoughts poke through the surface.

I’m still desperate, still needy. I pound my hips as hard as I can, lifting my paws to try to rub myself out or to even play with my own tits. She refuses to help further, and is swift to grab my paws and handcuff them behind my back. The steel bites into my skin and bone. “You can cum from anal or not at all. Are we clear or are you too useless to even keep as a toy?” She says with a stern warning. My visual field clears up just enough to see Her hand near Her pistol. She’s ready in a moment to put one through my head, no second chances. The fear doesn’t even strike, only the knowledge.

I ride fervently, grinding and bucking. The dildo prods my prostate with every moment. “3 minutes”!

~Im so close…pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseohgodojgodohgodohgod~

I begin to see the faces and distinct long hair, uniforms appearing out of the fog. Just a little longer. The pain starts to return, my body ready for collapse. “2 minutes” I slam and beat my hips on it over and over, so close but losing focus.

She reaches releases a boob and gets another medication. “1 minute.” She slips it under the gag so I can’t spitit out. I whine desperate and needy as I become overwhelmed. I’m pent up and can’t find climax and then!… “Times up.”

I now see clearly as the fog unsettles. The crowd of women in all directions. The entire hangar laughing. The women pointing and jeering in all directions. “Oh my god she’s so pathetic!” “Does it even know what it’s doing?” “Wow, can’t wait to have my own to torture if they’re this great at entertainment.” “She must have been a real slut, to want to get off to this.” Every single one of them look at me from above. I’m miniscule in comparison as I watch their forms stretch to obscurity. My shaft shrinks as the med tablet takes effect. And just as quickly my clit is locked back up.

I collapse as all of the injuries now strike, and worse then before. I shake and crumple into myself as the pain takes over my mind. I scream and scream in my muzzle, but it’s no use.

My conscience struggles, I dry heave and choke…and eventually the pain takes me. The last words I hear are a familiar voice barely in the crowd. A hallucination certainly…her sweet voice mingled in the crowd.

“R.J.? Oh g-“ I think I hear.. it must just be wishful thinking as my mind breaks…just a small futile hope before the darkness takes me again.

[pen4mutts]

Manager said “It needs re-booting” and i nearly passed out from excitement thinking i was gonna get new marks.

[ace-disgrace-on-the-case]

Y’ALL I DID IT WHAT THE FUCK I DID IT YESSSSSSSSSS

I’m so so so so so proud of this piece. Inspired by AC4A, WARHOUND, FLOWERBLOOM, glitchyrobo’s writings in general, and a whole bunch of other mecha and horror media

I really hope you all enjoy!!

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Original Work Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Original Female Character(s)/Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Mechsploitation, Reverse Mechsploitation, Fucked up petplay, Blood and Gore, Vomiting, Mecha, Muzzles, Good End, (but it definitely gets worse before it gets better), Mech violence as a metaphor for sexual violence, transfem main character, actually just assume most characters are, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat Summary: Rebel pilot Briar Hernandez is the best of the best. She’s a hero, an ace in the hole…and stuck on escort duty. When a strange Imperial mech with a stranger pilot attacks her, leaving her injured, stranded in no man’s land, and worst of all, not alone, she is forced to confront everything she assumes she knows about the conflict and herself. It’s hard to scream defiance in a muzzle.

[apuffofpink]

the Handlers on base are mad at me because I’m taller than them and they can’t order me to stop flirting with their Hounds

[cervidaecanis-o7]

Feeling very suggestable if any handlers want to brainwash me @~@ totaly not a completely worthless hound!

[daughteroffolly]

Little miss houndbait would like you to know it barely has any personality and doesn't really want to do all of the work to make one and is feeling very suggestible.

[thehangarqueen]

[So uh, Foxglove is out of her room. Just tried to check in on her and she’s gone, along with a blanket, that stuffed shark thing, and her music player. Dunno where she is now.]

- Medtech Hylen

Don't fret, I saw her on cams. She's just off in a store room, she needs some space and time outside of the room. I'll keep an eye on her, don't worry. When she's done, just let her back in. Oh, and get her more pillows, the nice ones. Tell the commissary to put it on my tab.

Vixens love pillows.

Mandragora

[apuffofpink]

[Alright, will do. Wanted to make sure you knew.]

- Hylen

[hound-0451]

[.. just put it under 45- i mean Hols's tab... I don't think she'll care.. consider it payback for her old couch cushion stealing habits]-Handler Leones

[thehangarqueen]

Leone! Glad to see you're alive again. You're doing better than Faust, she's been... doing not great.

- Mandragora

[hound-0451]

[Same park as her if im being honest... got discharged a bit ago nanites are taking forever to fix my hand..its been a bit rough lately]-Handler Leones

[beneath-da-skin]

I’m a hound but not in the mechsplo way, in the “Shou Tucker is my father” way

[itsmagazine]

Cognizance

Isolated from all other variables, any single Gestalt connection is, statistically, quite safe to make. For decades, the only regular users of inhabitance technology were highly-trained military personnel and bespoke human synths designed specifically for the rigors of the connection. With the proper precautions in place, the chances of a Gestalt-linked pilot suffering even a minor headache from the neural bridge is practically zero.

Within the sanctioned warzone, untrained operators rack up hundreds of link-hours per month. Fortunately (for Gestalt-system manufacturers’ PR teams), these daredevils rarely survive long enough to notice the erosion of their ego or experience a total persona collapse.

. . .

“System command: please recite pilot licensure number to confirm cognizance.”

The voice of the automech reverberated through the metal harness securing Fours to the entrails of the walker. Sealed away in the darkness of the auxiliary plugcell, even if the Battery could see, it was unlikely she’d be able to make out even the wisps of her frozen breath in the icy air.

“Four… four four… eight two… one… th-three… one nine sssix…”

The pilot’s voice was small, ragged, but the machine was reading her vocalizations directly through the vibrations of her larynx. The elastic choker around her throat itched. Fours knew better than to scratch at it.

“System confirms: Battery cognizance. Please prepare for neural snapshot.”

The pilot's hands grasped nervously at the harness that secured her legs to the machine, knuckles white around the paint-chipped steel. All around her, she could hear some system begin to spin up, humming with a rising intensity and a heat she couldn't identity as real or imagined. Around her, she could see the vague glow of vestigial monitors and indicator lights signalling something she wasn't meant to understand to people who weren't her.

Beyond, she could feel the rattle of the shuttle beginning to meet air resistance. She didn't know much about how Whisper actually commuted from space to surface. In truth, she could hardly remember a time in which the mech actually made contact with the ground.

Beneath her idle curiosities, there was a small tickle against the inside of her mind. She hardly registered the static that buzzed across the surface of her brain. Very few of the systems aboard the mech were designed with the comfort of a battery clone at the forefront, but a neural snapshot captured in the middle of excruciating pain was hardly a useful imprint to restore from.

"System command: Look towards the flashing light."

All around her, every monitor and indicator were plunged into darkness save for a single blinking red light to her left. The clone turned her gaze in its direction, doing her best to focus on the exact source of the indistinct glow.

"System alert: Snapshot in progress."

Fours stared at the unblinking light. There was a looming silence that hung heavy over the frigid cockpit, punctuated only by the hum of the various systems around her and the occasional rattle of the still mech beneath her. She didn't know how long the process took. She couldn't ever remember what the system said when it was done capturing. It was one of the only lines the automech system spoke that she hadn't committed to memory. Maybe, once the mission was over, she could ask abo

The red light vanished. In its place, an avalanche of sensations crashed across her, all borne from a tiny sliver of the present that bordered the past and the now. Fours was bathed in heat, sickness, and pain. Her head seared with overexertion, every muscle strained and sore in ways she didn't know they could be. The agony lit her up faster than she could process--her screams felt like they took an eternity to follow. The clone bent forwards, spontaneously dry mouth doing all it could to heave up an empty stomach.

"System alert: Neural flash complete."

The support system's control over her body's autonomic rate made no allowances for the agony rippling through her, which meant that no matter how hard she tried, she could only breathe at a gentle resting rate. No matter how much she hurt, her heart only beat so quickly. No matter how afraid she felt, her adrenaline refused to kick in.

"System command: please recite pilot licensure number."

The automech voice didn't give her the chance to catch her breath, but it did do her the small justice of "correcting" her body's state with a calibrated mixed dosage of the dozen onboard stimulants it didn't bother to read her the names of.

Fours dug through her own throat to pry out her conditioned response to the synthesized voice, coughing out the dry phlegm that squeezed her throat shut. In the darkness, she couldn't really tell if anything actually came out of her mouth.

“Ffffour… four... four eight... t-two… one… th-three… oneninesix…”

The pilot’s voice was coarse, barely audible, but the machine was reading her vocalizations directly through the vibrations of her larynx. The elastic choker around her throat dug into her skin. Fours couldn't muster the strength to itch it.