#mechsplo

[57checkeredcrows]

[hc-503]

ever had a pistol in your mouth? it's suprisingly comforting. cold, hard, unyeilding steel covered by warmer, softer polymer. it was dragged across my tounge and pushed into my throat by a very shouty woman. she was asking me questions, which i thought was a bit silly, but she didn't seem concerned. she had a wild look in her eye, and even if i could talk, i doubt she'd listen.

"having fun?"

she backed up, leaving a trail of spit connecting me to her gun. i wanted it back. i turned to look at her comrade, the woman leaning in the corner by the door. she was taller, long blonde hair, wearing the same off-white tank top, olive cargo pants, and combat boots as her friend. rebels.

"fuck off!! why'd you call me in here anyway? this thing doesn't know shit." she smacked me with her gun.

"who said this was an interrogation?"

"wh- how the fuck is it not an interrogation? she's tied to a chair, we're in a concrete room, what else could it be?"

the woman smiled. she was heating her knife with a lighter, turning it in her hands. "you looked so excited! i didn't want to spoil it."

gun lady was turning red. "i-im not a pervert like you are!! i was doing my duty for the rebellion!" she crossed her arms with a hmph.

knife lady smiled. "look down."

she did, and she saw the erection poking up from my tied-together thighs. she was staring for a bit too long.

chuckling from the corner. "not at her, you idiot."

i looked too. her situation wasn't much different from mine. she'd managed to turn redder.

"f-fuck you!! why'd you bring me here?!" she was pouting a bit.

the woman turned to her, letting her smile drop. "you wanted to know about what i do here, right?"

"y-yeah..."

she gestured at me with the knife. it'd just begun to glow a little. "this one's a hound. we picked her up about a month ago. shes in for reconditoning; she's doing quite well, if you can believe it. she's close to picking out a name." she turned to me, with a small smile on her face. it made me smile too.

"what, you're gonna make it normal again?"

the woman's smile faded, and she sighed. "previous rehabilitation techniques failed because they tried to rebuild a construct of what a person once was. that person is gone, gone forever. there's no more 'normal' for it to return to." she turned to look at me again. "we need to meet it where it is. we need to let it grow, redevelop its autonomy." she flicked her lighter closed, and stood up. "observe."

she walked over to me. slowly, deliberately. she reached her hand up behind my hair, stroking my head gently. the tip of knife's spine rose to my throat; i could feel the heat radiating off it. she was smiling again, looking me in the eye. "ready?"

i took a moment to steel myself, before nodding. burning pain shot through my neck, and the warmth radiated through my whole body. i was shaking, twitching, gasping, moaning. everything blended together. i tried to move my head, but she held me firm, forcing me to look her in the eyes. she was grinning wider than ever, biting her lip slightly, muttering pleasant reassurances into my ear. it was good. it hurt. it hurt. i wanted to be good for her. it hurt. it... it hurt. it hurts. i tapped my hand on the chair, and immediately she withdrew the knife and loosened her grip.

"good girl! you did so well!" she cooed, petting me with her free hand. i smiled and panted, barking a bit. she turned to look at her comrade, beaming. "see that? that was a safeword. she wouldn't have done that a month ago."

"what the fuck? you're a gods-damn pervert!"

"so what?" she was still grinning ear to ear. "you think the fucking imps are any better? they could've made her into anything. they made her into this."

"wh-why the freak sex stuff? isn't that bad for them?"

"quite the opposite. they need it." she pet me affectionately. "soon enough, it'll be able to ask for it. right now, it just begs with its eyes." she squatted down next to me, and i rubbed my head into her hand. "its healthier to recontextualize than to repress. like i said, we need to meet them where they are. the imps would have us believe there are only people to lead, and dogs to follow. they're wrong. we're all people."

"oh, yeah. and it's total coincidence that this worldview of yours lets you torture girls for fun."

a cruel glint flashed in her smile. "the world can be a beautiful place sometimes."

END

[comandoll]

mechsplo be like:

“We gave the trans girl with gender disphoria a giant weapon and pumped her full of drugs, and this is what happened”

*flash cut to sesbian lex*

[kvas-period]

Atheist Hound be like:

My Handler is a Goddess Science. She is absolutely divine calculate.

I pray research to her every possible moment I get to. And I give her praise a fair and unbiased evaluation to everyone I encounter.

[anarchoshanties]

y'all need to hop on Singing Strix btw it's such a fantastic fucking take on mechsplo

all the slow-burn slice-of-life setup makes the horror of the mechsplo just hit even harder :)

[valkayrieactual]

if a hound's mouth is an erogenous zone does that make a muzzle a chastity cage?

[fukofuo]

tits: out muzzle: on AC6: launched who want me

[pilot-5513-jester]

She's so sweet and bubbly. Adorable, even. Always so polite and proper, especially to her superiors.

Which is why it's so jarring, bordering on sickening, when you're paired with her for a mission. The pure, bloody carnage on the battlefield is a stark contrast to the precious little thing you know back at base.

She's laughing as she rips yet another enemy mech limb from limb. Giggling like a child playing with her toys. It sends a chill down your spine. You can't even hear the screams anymore. Just laughing.

You always wondered why she's always wearing a muzzle, always leashed to the one everyone calls "Handler." Now you know. And you thank whatever cosmic powers may be every day that the two of you are on the same side.