Reminder to all commanders, if you have a hound squadron, co-ordinate with their handler to ensure they do not accidentally squash any infantry. Under no circumstances should you deploy infantry nearby a bloodthirsty animal. They are not traditional pilots, and will not protect ground troops. If anything, they're more likely to accidentally kill them.
Due to people not considering this, the maintenance crews are organising a strike due to the stench of entrails on the mech's legs.
Need alarm off, need lights off, need silence and peace....
"Q-quiet... please..."
Its takes a moment, or maybe a few minutes? Possibly an hour, time has no meaning but its shuts off, well the alarm at least
Light isnt as bright anymore, so not as painful
Deep breath in, hold for one... two... three... out through the mouth....
Ne-need to open eyes, slowly... Gods it hurts
Blurry, vision is blurry... but I see I'm still in the cockpit... and I see outside...
Wait, I see outside.... Hull is pierced... That explains alarm....
But I'm moving? Ground is moving outside, I'm being taken...
I'M BEING TAKEN AGAIN
It jumps forward from its cockpit seat, only for lighting piercing pain to rock through its body, dragging a shattering scream from its own throat
PAIN PAIN PAIN FUCK IT HURTS SO MUCH!
Where? Where is pain? Why is pain?
It flails its head frantically, looking for the source, only for its eyes to go wide upon finding the source
I-I'm penetrated... hehe... shrapnel? Or maybe part of Div's hull? I'm not sure, but its pinning me to the chair
Giant metal pieces and rod through abdomen... and arm.... explains why I couldn't move it...
Ca-can't pull it out... Will bleed out... Fuck...
I-I can't be captured again, I cant be taken away from them!
A piercing scream fills the cockpit as the hull shakes violently from terrain
It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts
Please please please the pain burns, its shooting, its lighting in my veins...
The air burns like fire... the metal grinding into me like a blunt saw....
I can feel every rivet, every bump from welding... oh gods please....
Shock, shock... please let me go into shock instead of this burning alive hell...
The sounds of rumbling catch its ears, it looks out the broken hull and see giant hanger doors closing. Its eyes going wide as it reached their destination
No... No NO NO! I- I can't go, not again!
Side-sidearm, wheres my side arm?
It looks around, seeing its side arm in its holster next to its bloody and pierced arm
Fuck... Shit.. Gods damn...
It works itself up, taking in many quick breaths before swinging its good arm over, grabbing its sidearm at the cost of ripping the metal deeper into itself. It throws itself back into its chair, sidearm in hand as it screams out with tears running down its face.
No-not again, kill, shoot
Go out fighting, kill the first soul I see...
It aims its sidearm with its off hand at the hull, the hand shaking as it glares, waiting for the right moment...
Wait... need to stay awake and kill...
Slowly the remaining hull seal cracks open, the cockpit opening up the hanger outside and to the captors outside...
Blaring white bright lights blind it for a moment, but upon seeing a silhouette move it fires. It empties three bullets before its energy and shaking hand force it to drop the gun. The gun clatters on the cockpits floor, its head hanging low as it attempts to glare at the figures coming into view
"Easy my mutt, easy. You are safe. Stand down."
Its eyes go wide, craning its neck to see them, to see its Handler. It cries out in relief. It stretches out its good hand and tries to lift itself out of its seat, only to scream out in pain as it does so.
"Shhh shhh its okay. We will get you out, but first we will help with the pain. Let the medtechs do their thing pet."
It nods, tears running down its face as three medtechs scramble into the cockpit. One medtech grabs its good arm, dabbing a alcohol swab to disinfect the area before running an IV into it, causing it to whimper out in pain, the pain only being a drop in a lake of pain. The other two medtechs seem to examine the damage, speaking to each other in low voices it cant hear.
It looks around, trying to comprehend everything, getting overwhelmed by the many people. It looks back at its Handler, crying out to them, needing them so much.
The one medtech on its arm pulls out a syringe filled with a ocean blue liquid and inserts it into the IV tube, causing it to growl and snap its teeth at the poor medtech. It growls like a scared dog, attempting to seem big. It snaps once more before a hand holds its cheek causing it to bite the leather gloved hand. It locks its jaw on the hand before looking to see who the hand belongs to, connecting its eyes with its Handler. It whimpers, immediately lets go and kissing the area it bitten.
"Shhhh its okay pet. Just let the drugs do their thing, relax in to my hand my hound."
It whimpers, gently nodding as it leans into the hand and stares at its Handler, memorized by their eyes.
It keeps its eyes locked, never breaking eye contact. After a few minutes it feels all remaining strength drain from its body, causing it to panic and look around. It sits up, only to be hit by a massive wave of nausea. It looks around at the medtechs, the world around them spinning like a top.
It cries out, scared out of its mind. It flails its head for a moment before its head caught by two leather gloves on its cheeks, forcing it look once again at its Handler.
"Rest my hound, rest. Let the drugs do their thing. When you awake you will be okay, I promise."
It nods, taking a deep breath in, and as it breaths out it feels a wave of numbness wash over it. It can still feel the metal in its body, but less, like the pain is background noise. The red light in its cockpit seems to almost dim, with the hanger lights themselves becoming brighter. The hanger lights seem to drown out everything but them.
Relief, relief replaces all its pain and its fear. All its problems are replaced by them and their relief.
It smiles, happy to be safe, feeling its eyelids get heavier and heavier. It struggles to stay sitting up, like anchors are weighing it down. It whimpers out, crying for its Handler as the weight of the drugs come crashing down. Its body goes limp, its eye lids closing as its breathing slows dramatically. Its not unconscious yet, but can feel the drowsiness clawing at it from the depths.
"Oh shit shit, its redlining! We go to move it now!"
It whimpers as it feels hands touching it everywhere. It forcefully opens its eyes to find itself looking at the moving ceiling and its Handler walking beside it yelling orders it cant hear.
It focuses on its Handler, memorizing their face as the drugs forcefully drag back into its peaceful sleep of pain-free relief
STOP bringing snacks into your FUCKING MECH. Your vitals are literally LINKED TO YOUR MECH. If you need nutrients they will be DISPENSED DIRECTLY INTO YOU. You are literally JUST MAKING CRUMBS AND A MESS.
This here is a list of muzzles I own and want to get, as well as any ratings and changes I made to them, links will be included with all, as well as pics
This list will be updated over time
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Muzzles I own!
Big basket classic muzzle
8/10 ⭐
This is the classic muzzle most mechsplo girlies will know and love and for good reason!
While it is good and a classic, there are a few issues
1. I did need to get the straps on it modified (thanks to a local kink leather worker) because of how it is made, it won't fit a human. I do need to modify the straps I have currently but that's a me problem not a basket problem
2. The weight of the basket, while it is lovely the weight forces me to only wear this for a few hours at a time before I have to take it off, I've installed a piece of foam to lessen the impact on my nose but once it starts running I know I need to take the muzzle off
Otherwise, I very much enjoy it! It's big enough that I can still talk normally without it impacting my chin, as well as be able to drink (so long as I have a straw) and eat VERY select long thin foods, like fries or sausages
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Muzzles I want!
Short basket wire frame muzzle
This muzzle I mainly want to get for training and when im out and about in the real world
I'll more than likely have to get the straps adjusted like the classic big basket, but it will be significantly less weight so should be a lot less on my sinuses
It's going to be the next one I get ahold of
Black wire big basket with nylon straps
Another one I want, mainly for when it's raining out or when I go to wet places
Should keep me semi dry but also be easier to take on and off. The straps once again may have to be modified, but that process will be a hell of a lot easier and one I can do myself with the right materials
Biothane spiked pet play muzzle
This muzzle is intended for actual humans! Made per order so should be fitting without any modifications needed. Does come in varying styles as well
I intend to get this muzzle for the group kink scenes, when things can get hectic, but not the roughest of play
Biothane purple studded pet play muzzle
Similar to the last one in all but style
I intend to get this one for some fun outfits and scenes as well, not to mention it's my favorite colour
Leather face mask muzzle
For the play that requires me to shut up, not to mention the intimidation factor of silently glaring at whoever put it on or is pointed to
And lastly (currently)
Armoured mask
For those photoshoots where I want to be dressed up in my combat gear for a sortie, as well us just the drone appeal that I so dearly love
That's all for now! But if I find any more or get any on the list I will update accordingly and send out an update!
Hope you all enjoy and if you need more info, don't be afraid to ask for specifics!
"Her cortisol levels have been spiking. I'm telling you, what you're planning is going to break her. She's not stable."
"I know. This is the make-or-break."
"You haven't done any of the sensory breakdown procedures on her."
"No I have not."
"You think you're inside her head already, but how can that possibly be? I'm looking at her the same way you are-"
"Shut up, Captain. Fuck. You're not seeing at all what I'm seeing. You see a horny puppygirl with an axe to grind and suicidal tendencies. You're not seeing at all who she actually is."
"...Why are you doing her differently than you did the boy?"
"Because the dogs aren't identical? You ask a lot of stupid fucking questions."
"Liazel, I am your superior-"
"..."
"Don't roll your fucking eyes at me, I control your budget. Your reports aren't being itemized. You're not reporting cost breakdowns. You haven't submitted any paperwork since the flight logs from the training facility incident, and we know those were falsified. Come on, Liazel. Do you expect us to keep funding your project if we aren't seeing results? Why aren't you following the playbook for psychological breakdown, the methods we understand for how these fucking animals actually operate?"
"Captain, I am the cutting edge of psychiatric science here. Just because you have the pen that signs my budgets doesn't mean you know fuck all. The playbook doesn't work. You don't see results because there aren't any to expect. I am gambling, yes. I am playing with the rules and working things out. I am keeping detailed records, and just because I haven't shared them with you yet doesn't mean they don't exist. I need you to get off my ass, unless you're gonna fuck it, and fucking wait for me. Don't bring your clinical, clerical bullshit into this work. Breaking these dogs down is an art form. Gaige was easy. Kalvya is easy in different ways. But you're correct, she's unhinged. She needs a stabilizing agent, and when I show her how rocky her situation is, she will see me as that agent."
"What you want to do-"
"What I'm doing is proving to you that for Kalvya, for some puppygirls, is that when they adore you enough, you don't need to break them. They will break themselves for you."
