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my short stories:
you have a guardian angel
nobody would believe you're a werewolf (and pt. 2)
the puppet is lying in a heap
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just a girl trying to figure what she likes
i need a big group of girls to play a fun game called "how many hands can you pet me with at the same time" where they all gather around me and pet me so so much as much as possible please and thank you <3
a thing for mermay i guess
there's something sooooo good about dressing my partners. just a very subtle dominance yknow. sure, it's your clothes. you mostly chose them for yourself. but they way they're arranged, styled and combined? that's my artistry on your body and every compliment you get is mine š©·
Notes for a handler.
Ever pilot has an operational lifespan. It's hard to tell what that is, ahead of time- You'd assume that it'd be down to the drug mix and treatment, but there's no pattern, not really. Sometimes a Hound or a Doll (It can be hard to tell the difference sometimes-) falls to pieces- just sort of collapses, unable to fight. That's pretty rare, though. If your combat unit got this far then the most likely fail state is just an extention of what it already does- Combat. Your greatest point of operational failure is when a unit stops taking orders. This is what the sedation is for- Listen to us- this is what the sedation is for. We don't mean in a resistive way - any functional unit won't resist orders. We mean when their capacity to distinguish friend from foe fails them. They have to trust you. We don't mean love you though they'll do that too if you give them half a chance. This is part of why we advise that proper maintenance of a combat unit involves using it as your own personal sex toy. We're not just perverts here, and it's not just because it'll fuck like a demon post mission. (It will though. We strongly advise you to try. There's no God here. If there was we'd spit in his eye, piece of shit-) We digress. It's not impossible to recover them from this state. A combat unit is an expensive asset. But it's the failures of such attempts that are what give those units such a macabre reputation. We're going on the record as stating that no human or port-human body should be able to withstand the kind of sedative doses administered with the emergency recall function. There's a backup for post-mortem units which shouldn't fail either, unless you happen to think six inches of oak through the sternum delivered with ballistic intervention is ineffective. But the truth is there's a fine fucking line between enough to drop them, and enough to kill them, and the risk of EW platforms means we have to err on the side of safety. On top of that, the sheer degree of neural cross-wiring means that sometimes - and you did not here this from us - the combat frame will keep moving after pilot neutralization. You'd think they'd be angry, but you'd be wrong. They're in that pure, empty headspace where there is only one thing, and that thing is the execution of death as efficiently as possible, surrounded by targets, in a live fire zone, with no leash to restrain them, and no IFF programing to guide them. A perfect non-self with the sharpest blade that billions of dollars of military research can provide. And this is why we're having this talk. Because it's better if we say this now, before some prim and professional suit from the academy finds out what this actually entails, gets squeamish, and end up with another situation like the one on Phobos. You understand us? Good talk. Also we're doubling your lubricant order. You're gonna want more. Just...just trust us.
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Iāve officially weaponized my presence in voice chat, and I donāt think thereās any going back. I changed my Discord join sound to a clicker, and now every time I enter a conversation, itās like Iām running a full-blown behavioral experiment.
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The moral of the story is when a hot lesbian vampire kills your boyfriend and gives you the chance to become her immortal lover, you absolutely take it :D
Housekeeper who's mistress died and came back wrong. Except perhaps the change isn't so bad. Where the lady of the house was previously haughty and aloof, whatever has taken her place is curious and warm, if a bit uncanny. The housekeeper must now grapple with feelings long dormant and fantasies long forgotten
I push firmly at her shoulders, shoving her back onto the bed.
She watches me with a bewildered expression as I hike up my skirts and crawl over to straddle her hips.
"Wait," she gasps as I bend forward, our chests and faces almost touching.
I watch uncertainty play out over her features. It's this too far? Have I miscalculated?
"I'm..." she says, searching for the words. "I'm not her."
I smile wolfishly at her.
Then I press my lips against hers with a ferocity that surprises even me. She makes a soft gutteral noise before meeting my energy. I attack her lips like I've been lost in the desert and she is an oasis. One of my hands begins to wander over her side, onto her chest. Her fingers splay and grip the sheets of her bed as she bucks her hips against mine.
I pull away to regard her. Her face is flushed and her breathing is quick and shallow. The soft wondering expression is so alien in that face that I know so well.
"I know," I tell her. "Mistress would never let herself get on her back like this."
Mistress would never let herself into this situation at all.
Mistress would never spare me a second thought.
I didn't say that aloud, but maybe she saw something in my face. Hands find my cheeks and pull us back together. The second kiss starts impossibly soft and sweet. That alone would have been enough to tell me that mistress is gone and someone else came back in her place.
Mistress was never soft, and she was certainly never sweet.
I much prefer this version of her.
forcefem but itās framed like an intervention. weāre all your friends and we donāt wanna see you keep hurting yourself. which is why weāve restrained you to this chair and are gonna inject you with this fun syringe.
kinda sucks that all the 'don't wanna be a person any more' posts are sub-focussed. like, i too desperately want my brain to be switched off and No More Thoughts but i need it to be Everyone Else's Problem. I'm not a pet, I'm a dangerous predator in your house and you just took all the brakes off my appetite and conscience.
Another day being a slut in theory, but never in practice.
this valentines day, remember to kill. kill people with your teeth. bite them
Forgot I had the Valentines for Werewolves plugin turned on and didn't even question it like "Yes. Go off."
I have a theory that kissing girls into trance is really cool and awesome and hot btw, some of you should help me collect evidence. For. Scientific purposes.
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