Just another pilot. Just another mutt.

Hound 5513, "Jester." Also answers to Jackie. She/it. 33. Just another gal into mechsplo and such, nothin' special here. Minors DNI.

[pilot-5513-jester]

Should I make a pin? I'm gonna make a pin.

Hi! Y'all can call me Jester, Jackie, 5513, or "you stupid fucking mutt." I'm just a 33 year old mechsplo enthusiast/sometimes drone floating around here with no fucking clue what I'm doing.

I dunno, occasionally I write some silly little post, mostly just here to find/reblog mechsplo stuff.

I'm uh. A very trainable (and abusable) mutt, raging masochist, hypnoslut, bondage whore, latex freak, and what one past Domme called a "Swiss-army sub," 'cause I apparently do a little bit of (almost) everything.

Outside of kink, I'unno, I'm a sword lesbian, gamer, gun lesbian in training, and just an all around silly goose.

Enjoy my nonsense! Or don't. Far be it from a mutt to tell you what to do.

WARNING: I REBLOG SOME FAIRLY HARD STUFF ON OCCASION. NOTHING I DO HERE IS APPROPRIATE FOR ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF 18. VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED, MDNI

[godly-girlfailure]

(i jolt awake in a cold sweat, hyperventilating. my hands paws fly to my collar. the tension drains from my body as i feel that it is still there. Handler saw my distress on Her monitoring tablet, and so She comes to check on me.)

i had the s-scariest dream… wruff..,,,

(She pets me, and i go back to sleep.)

[houndluna]

thinking about how genetic modifications could be used to control a hound. Like, yeah sure, they don't need super strength, amazing dexterity or crazy endurance because their mechs are doing all the heavy lifting.

But when you alter their body, without their consent or their knowledge, you have fundamentally changed them in a way they dont understand, but their handler does. They know what makes that body tick, how to control it, how to manipulate it, but the hound doesn't even know herself anymore. How is she supposed to resist the instincts they engineered in her if she can't even comprehend them? How can she fight her handler when she's too busy struggling against her own body?

They already took her her mind, her personality, but that wasn't enough. They will take more. Always more. They will replace every part of her until she is their perfect weapon.

Add into the mix some DNA splicing? Good luck overcoming your newfound sense of canine loyalty, mutt.

Fight it all you want, you'll thank them for it by the end.

[tarot41]

Handler's that beat, bruise, and bloody their hounds because discipline is important to remind It of Its place.

Handler's that secretly do it so they can hold It in their lap and treat Its wounds.

Handler's who's eye's go dark and stiffen with rage when they find a marking on It that they didn't give It.

Handler's that make a public example of the base staff that thought they could get away with hurting Her hounds.

[colonel-obscurity]

What a lovely mighty battleship you are~

And yet here I have you stripped down, contained in a drydock and so very helpless.

Now we will proceed with this forced aircraft carrier conversion!

You will be dealing with 'subs' in no time in a very special way~

[shesarainbeauxx]

do u have a crush on me yet or do i need to reblog some more stuff with you in mind

[hunter-creature]

Remember, if you discover someone has a crush on you it's your duty to force her to admit it then make her beg for more of your attention until she is hopelessly addicted to you

[lucys-hound]

"Atta girl" is such a powerful phrase. Got me panting and sweating, I swear.

[lucys-hound]

"Atta girl" is such a powerful phrase. Got me panting and sweating, I swear.

[houndluna]

I do so enjoy the Hounds that, on some level, know what they are, what was done to them, and remember who they were. Maybe not all of it, but enough for cracks in the mask to show from time to time.

And when someone comes along to help them, someone who they used to rely on and trust, the Hound turns them away.

Because it sees what it is.

And it loves it.

It revels in what it has become. All of its shame has turned to pride. All of its fear into determination. It was an empty, broken thing before and its Handler poured life and purpose into that emptiness and it is eternally grateful for that, even if it still knows what she did to it was wrong. It will never go back.

(on an unrelated note I might just be 95 pages into a warhound inspired story of my own based on this exact thing whoops)

[sleepdeprivedmint]

Captured Hound: “You’ll never get me to talk… I’m loyal to my handler!”

Interrogator: Squeaks a dog toy

Captured Hound, visibly drooling: “Y-You bastards-“

[anarcho-catboyism]

We really went from "free the nipple" to "um the public didn't consent to you wearing a choker"

[colonel-obscurity]

"I will not tolerate this! You will learn to adhere to the..."

The hound flinched as she noticed her face displaying an evil grin.

"No please don't say it!"

"Follow the..."

"I am begging You please no!"

"The..."

"No...."

"DOGma"

[sleepdeprivedmint]

Yes hound, we are going into your mech's cockpit. Yes, I do know it's AI is active. Yes, it is going to watch as you hump my boots. Go on. Get to work puppy~

[colonel-obscurity]

Every night she sleeps with a worn-out, battered plushie that had accompanied her since the first day at the academy. Seams fixed several times, restuffed and with greasy fur. Loved as much as she ever could have.

While life changed and she became someone else, it remained a constant and source of comfort.

Little did she relate to her past as the fierce machine of academy training drained the innocent girl from her soul and formed her into a Handler.

And yet something remained that could not be taken. That plush.

Today she holds back tears as she hands this plush to her hound before the cockpit closes. She had many reasons for this. A recent past that lead her to this moment. But it didn't matter right now.

Expecting nothing she witnessed the glow in her hounds tearing eyes as she dove into the cockpit for a moment and re-emerged with a plush of her own.

Seams fixed several times, restuffed and with greasy fur. Loved as much as she ever could have.

It changes owners. The cockpit shuts and seals with a hiss.

[hyenagirlpenis]

Aphrodisiac but like... only physical. No mental or emotional effect, it just activates the body to be receptive to some evil aggressor's vile attack. They tie you up, administer the drug, and wait for the horror to set in as your body performs full arousal for them.

Your body feels so good no matter how upset you are, and they play with you, edge you, tease and torment you, anything they want, and you're totally helpless, unable to do anything but get hard and drip for them as they use your body to entertain themselves.

[terraswallows]

I'm just saying… my curiosity extends to quite a few things.