KEI Sakana

Trans MonsterGirl 50 She/They T4T MDNI DEATH BEFORE DETRANS

[malevolent-miss]

What? Went too hard on the hormones?

Didn't account for how tender they would be, did you?

You thought it would soft squishes and gentle jiggling, not fingers sinking deep into sensitive flesh.

Welcome to my world, honey.

From now on, it's going to be too-tight tops and groping girls.

You'll be a bimbo bereft of boundaries.

Your protestations will be dismissed as playing coy.

You'll see all those pretty faces taking so much delight in reducing you to a squeeze toy.

Knowing how uncomfortable it makes you only makes it that much more exciting for them.

You see? That's the bitch of it all...

Get hot enough, and your body stops belonging to you.

[malevolent-miss]

I see a lot of activity on this piece but I worry people are just looking at the pic and ignoring my writing.

[malevolent-miss]

Mechsploitation: Maintenance Mode

CW: DUBCON, GROUPS, INTOX

Stuck?

Lucky for you, your squad had the foresight to call in a maintenance woman to help you out with that tech suit.

It's funny, right? All those enhancements and weapons, all the freedom that power gives you, reduced to dead weight with a single "malfunction." One "bug" in the code kicking you over to maintainance mode. And locking everything down.

Maintenance mode is what I use when you bring the suit back trashed after every mission. Seems self-explanitory but I only ever see you knowing just enough to charge in and do as much damage to your own gear as the enemy's. Because, who cares what your mechanics have to deal with, right? And, from I overhear from your team, your "no guts no glory" approach leaves just as many messes for them to have to clean up.

Nothing to say in your own defense? Oh, wait. I forgot. We couldn't hear a single sound from you with your helmet sealed and the coms deactivated.

Why, I couldn't even know for sure if you were struggling in there. Any smart person would know better than to strain themselves against that much armor. But that's not you, is it? You don't think, you just lash out. Even if it makes no sense. Even if you can't so much as balance yourself right now.

Someone could just -push you over-

Like that.

And you'd be left on your back, inside your personal iron maiden.

No need to worry though. You've got the whole squad and even most of the mechanics here to help you. That includes the one tech head with enough experience to know exactly how to remove your chest armor while leaving everything else held nice and tight in place. It only takes a little command workaround... and a little finesse with with a flathead... to pop it right out.

Okay, I'm no doctor, but I don't think your chest should be heaving quite so hard. I don't even have press my hand too tightly to your heart to feel how hard it's working. If I didn't know any better, I'd say that *someone* could have laced your suit's atmo with stimulants. Why would a combatant so predisposed to going aggro need those? All they'd do was leave you panting and straining inside your suit.

Only one way to be completely sure you've been dosed. Give me just a sec to remove everything from the waist to the thighs... Oh. Oh my. Tissue is in full arousal.

It's got to be stimulants. Has to be. Otherwise, you'd just be a filthy degenerate who likes being trapped and on display for a whole hanger of the people you've been fucking over.

But, we're all professionals here and we'll always put the mission first. And, right now, that mission is stabilizing your vitals so we can get you out. And that means burning through all that *excitement* of yours until that nasty upper is worked out your system.

But, for an adrenaline junkie like you, that could take quite some time. Definitely a job for a whole team of women who, I'm sure are willing to overlook the times you put them in danger for the sake of your thrill seeking.

Because that's what this was always about, isn't it? You being the center of attention. Well, everyone is looking at you now. You have our undivided attention. Every single one of us will be putting in the work. The sweaty, greasy, ugly work. Even if... no, especially if some of us have to go again. Rest assured, we won't stopping until you're completely and utterly used up.

And when we're all done draining you. Taking everything so you can't even move when we do release you, we hope you'll keep all of our *selflessness* in mind next time you're on the battlefield. Because, with all those hits you take, who's to say you won't be stuck in this same position again.

[malevolent-miss]

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[malevolent-miss]

Mistress Arcana XV: The Devil

The Devil may just be the most unsettling card in the deck. Not because The Devil is some monstrous force out to get you.

No.

The Devil is a mirror.

The Devil is you.

All of your bad habits, your addictions, your weaknesses. Your knowledge that your failures are yours alone.

It was never about temptation, for there is no allure in this world strong enough to beckon one who isn't already receptive to it. What does it matter how deep they reach if there's nothing to grasp?

You're the one who lets your desire take hold. You, who allowed the cravings to consume you. You who sought out the only things that could satisfy your personal perversions.

Again and again, you tell yourself that "this is the last time" only to keep lapsing. Panting, sweating, letting they guilt creep in.

It's no wonder that The Devil's secondary meaning is about connection. Your weak mind can't handle the certainty that you have only yourself to blame. The heavy manacles of your own creation you can't bear, so you seek someone to hand the end of that chain to. Someone you can blame when you inevitably give in to your dark desires.

Someone like Me. Someone you can blame when you inevitably lead yourself to ruin.

[caffeinated-otter]

the Tumblr "mechsploitation" rant

I have said versions of all this before, but not On Tumblr; which is a problem inasmuch as this is a complaint about the parochial insularity of the Tumblr mechsploitation scene. So, futile as it may be, here it is, theoretically visible at the source of the issue: the terrible shortcoming I see in the Tumblr mechploitation scene is that, for the most part, actually writing, reading, or engaging with mechsploitation only happens in other places — what happens on Tumblr is "jacking off about puppygirls."

Everyone's allowed to jack off about puppygirls, of course, should they so wish, but this shouldn't be mistaken for things it isn't, such as e.g. "reading things" or "understanding a genre" or "knowing what the fuck you're talking about."

Mechsploitation is often mistaken for a subgenre of science fiction, from which Tumblr "fans" often talk about sanitising the horrifying elements. This is a fundamental media literacy error: mechsploitation is a subgenre of horror. You cannot sanitise the horror out of horror; furthermore, the horror in mechsploitation is explicitly fascism. The horror is the horror of fascism breaking its sincere opponents — if not into genuine agreement, then at least into a drugs-and-torture-obtained simulacrum of enthusiastic participation in fascist violence.

Whenever someone says "haha what if mechsplo but nicies to puppy :)" they are saying: it's icky that this horror genre is horror. The breaking people, the bad ends, the intentional feelbad, any of the kinks too edgy for Me Specifically — all that can go, superfluous. Let's take out the horror and breaking and drugs-and-torture and simulacrum and just have the enthusiastic participation, because that's nicies! Puppygirl's nice white affluent middle-class ass Simply signed up to kill the subaltern rebels in the imperial military when a recruiter came round to her school. Uncle Sam says: Off the leash, uwu-rah! :)

And if that criticism is too pointed for your taste, consider: mechsploitation without the things that make it mechsploitation probably isn't "reverse mechsplo" or "mechsplo but". It's probably just "milSF with mechs in," something that substantially pre-dates mechsploitation and has estabished genre language for talking about it. Neither it nor mechsplo is served by trying to define the negative space of Everything That's Not Mechsploitation in terms of mechsploitation; the attempt makes you look, at best, like you should Read Another Fucking Book.

At worst, of course, you look like you're acting in bad faith to gentrify a microgenre written by and for trans women about their specific experiences under contemporary fascism.

[malevolent-miss]

I'm always curious about which pieces connect with my audience.

Do you prefer flash fic? Horror? The Mistress Arcana series? Let me know.

[sterlingnickles]

[jetsetfrett]

Trans fems will see this and say hell yeah

[malevolent-miss]

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Yes, the extra content is worth it

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Voting ended onJul 18

[antiauspicious]

she's always on schedule.

[voluminous-violet]

Trust me it's a good idea™️

[malevolent-miss]

Mistress Arcana XIV, Temperance

You've had your new beginning and now it's time for Temperance to teach you how to spiritually balance your newfound identity

Contrary to what you might think, "balanced" does not necessarily mean, "equal." Certain people, certain tasks, they're simply more valuable and rightfully ask for greater time and attention.

For instance, if a certain Mistress guided you through the pain of transformation, She would be of immense value to you, wouldn't She? It's only fair that Her happiness be a higher priority than other obligations, isn't it?

A suggestion from Her, a greater weight on the scale than the demand of another. Her wants more precinct than another's needs. Her time more precious than everything *unnecessary* that She guided you into discarding.

Yes, soon you'll come to intuit the equilibrium. Otherwise, who knows how much an imbalance will cause the scales to tip, and just how far down that will cause you to fall.

[wirelessmousegirl]

Dating an incomprehensibly large megastructure girl is interesting because she will send you pics of endless halls and chasms of impossible geometry on scales that threaten to break you fragile perception of reality in 2 taken from security cameras miles above the ground and then respond with something like ">///////////////////////////////<"

[decbes]

[S] 3678

Sketch Comm for metrojam !!!

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[estrogenerational-trauma]

if ur a girl and a loser I love you

[malevolent-miss]

Mox Alt: Frotting on Rita's Bat

No, it won't splinter. Nice, sturdy rubber that's just as good blunt-forcing heads as it is for frott'n that piece between your legs.

That gonk gock of yours, all exposed and my hand squeezing it against the shaft of my bat, it's the perfect time for the exposition portion of your initiation.

See, you might think you're big. But right now, what I've got is so much bigger and badder.

Careful. I see you twitching. Finish too soon and you won't make it in. I've gotta know my girls go the distance. Can't have you going off and leaving your follow ladies in the lurch, right?

That's both in the fight and after. You know how a brawl gets our blood pumping. And some of us need to find an outlet when there's no more skulls to crack. And you're gonna have to service every single girl that wants it before you're allowed to *give up* on us.

So, tonight I'll see to it that you're gonna whimper, you're gonna scream, you're gonna beg, you're gonna get it all out of your system before you finish. Can't have a little bitches in the girlgang, can we?

[malevolent-miss]

Mox Initiation: Grinding on Rita's Bat

You want to finish your initiation? Then, stay down and keep 'em spread. Or not. I've already got the tip right in the cameltoe of those tight pants, so go ahead and close those thighs around my bat if you want. But, it's gonna be a long, long night so you probably wanna save your energy for when you really, really need it.

Go ahead, grind. That's what I'm looking for, a woman who's willing to literally get off on a weapon. We don't hesitate to crack skulls here. That's not a luxury we get. You can't just be willing, you've gotta WANT it. And, by the looks of it, you really want it.

Even more than most, and I'd know. I've done this little initiation for just about every Mox. I've gotten good at pushing all the right buttons. Only way to really test your stamina. Need to know you can keep going when your body can't take any more. When you're exhausted all worked up but your energy is spent but things just. Keep. On. Coming. I gotta know you can power through when shit gets real.

And you've gotta know who's in charge. Hard to forget how the bitch with a bat made you cum until you cried. Until you begged for it to stop, even though your hips keep trying their best for one more gasm that just won't come.Until you give up on me giving up and just whine for me to finish you one last time.

Girl's gone though that, knows her place. Knows who to come to when roughing up creeps gets her blood pumping. Knows that nobody else will have her now that she's not hiding how horny she is when she's putting on the hurt. Knows that she's here, with us, for life.

[malevolent-miss]

Mistress Arcana XIII, Death

The Hanged Man taught you the futility of resisting Fate, and now it's time to put that lesson to the test. Just as literal death is unavoidable, as are the smaller deaths of who you used to be. To resist is to rot. Still changing as you decay, each day a little lesser than before until you're a warped, decomposed mockery of what you used to be. What you foolishly think you still are.

Or, you can face your pain, your fear, and embrace your change. Sloughing off what is no longer necessary, constructing something new. A daunting prospect, but there's nothing about the Death Card that stipulates you have to undergo the ordeal of this metamorphosis alone.

And, why should you need to? You're disoriented, confused, vulnerable. Hardly any condition to manage your own spiritual resurrection.

You need someone you can trust to shape you. A woman who can see all of your unused potential and make sure you achieve it. Because she knows better than you.

Obviously, the plans of a woman of her standing should be followed without question. Her sophisticated tastes should determine your aesthetic. Her eloquence proves that she knows exactly what to put in your mouth. Her intelligence makes her the perfect person to mould your mangled mind. All to her specifications.

All that time and effort to remake you better than ever, and she asked nothing in return. But you know exactly how to repay her. In fact, you know everything she wants, and exactly how she likes it.

It's what you were made for.