The entire nontroversy surrounding Jax just feels like a classic case of "woman (Gooseworx) made something popular on the internet and must now be castrated for rising above her station." (See also: Rebecca Sugar, Vivienne Medrano)
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The entire nontroversy surrounding Jax just feels like a classic case of "woman (Gooseworx) made something popular on the internet and must now be castrated for rising above her station." (See also: Rebecca Sugar, Vivienne Medrano)

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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
Mechsploitation is seemingly built to appeal to neurodivergent freaks like me. You have some things going for you, but that comes at the cost of missing things everyone else seems to understand intuitively. So, you mask. Pretend to be human. You can convince the others that you're actually super competent. You're an Ace. You're a hero.
But that's a lie, and it's killing you. Sooner or later, you break. The mask can't go back on. Your true self has been ripped from your core for all to see.
"That's okay," says Handler. "You're better off like this, anyway."
She took that ridiculous mask you were wearing, and in its place, She put a muzzle. A mark of inhumanity. Just so. Of course you're not human. What human would be missing such core concepts? What human would be this obsessed with something? No, She knows the truth, and now She'll show it to you. She'll teach you how to be yourself. She'll guide you away from the prying demands of others. She's all you have to think about. Just be a good hound and She'll guide you.
This is Tie, she is going to eat all of the notes
reblog to feed her notes
How is she doing this
girl why u so :3

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something i did sorta quick for fun
alt version without bg under cut
the "I'll teach you everything" meme redraw from twt ehehe
(ok maybe she won't teach her anything but she tried)
I'm getting so jiggly
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this came to me in a vision
Fauxests your warhound
Isn't she lovely?
Riolu-to-Riolu communication (100% packet loss)
(reposted to fix some stuff)
This is a noncanonical AU concept for Simple Nick's Werewolf Rehab. If you'd like to read the actual story (which isn't a mechsplo, but does have gay dog women in it), you can do so here.
...
Raise altitude six degrees. Target moved. Lower by 2.5. Wind changed, adjusting to compensate.
Teddy navigated her mech's controls smoothly. Every sleek edge and curve felt now as mere extensions of her own body. For the frail border collie, they were. Teddy was a hound. All that mattered was how perfectly she could take down a target.
That, and the reward...
...
Handler Henna approached as they prepared the Zenith unit for deployment. Her uniform hugged tightly against the wolf's scarred, buff physique as she stood almost a whole torso taller than her hound.
Henna placed a slip of paper in her hand. This paper had a number. Teddy didn't ask what it meant. Teddy didn't say anything. Hounds don't talk. Besides, she already knew what this means.
This is your 'budget.' Keep ammo cost and repairs below this and you will be rewarded.
...
Target in place. The wind was still.
Fire.
She pressed her thumb deeply into the firing controls. A single bullet, the size of a car, flew from her ballistic rifle. In an instant, the enemy unit was without a head, slumping into the dirt.
Ammo spent, 3.
Goals met, 3.
Remaining goals, 7.
Not good enough, Teddy thought to herself. Wait until they form a line. Accomplish multiple objectives at once.
As smoothly as it fired, the Zenith rose from the Earth to persue its next target.
...
The machine safely in its hangar, the tubes streaming combat stimulants into her body disengaged. The sting of open wounds against poorly-insulated pilot seats as the drugs crashed down always gave Teddy a twisted sense of euphoria. The Zenith's chest cavity opened, exposing the pilot to the rest of the garage, and more importantly, her handler.
Henna meticulously eyed the tablet in her hand, her face stern as she crunched numbers. Teddy was never one to disappoint her handler. Teddy was always a good hound. She was indeed well trained.
Henna looked to the border collie, giving a small nod. She aided her out of the cockpit, onto the elevator shaft, into the halls behind the hangar...
... Into the showers...
...
Hot water and soap burned into Teddy's pricked flesh as her handler scrubbed her naked body. Every sting was a euphoric high as Henna prodded and tested her frail body.
"You seem to have lost weight," her handler remarked. "I'll have to supervise your rations directly."
The thought of being in a cage, eating her hand-picked meals from a bowl stirred the hound. Her handler continue to explore her body. Hands ran down her hips, her ass, over her middle, resting atop her breasts. She put her hounds assets assets in a vice grip, eliciting whimpers from the animal.
"Hush," she instructed. "You'll have yours once I've had mine."
The wolf brought herself and her hound to the floor, splaying her legs puts and glaring expectantly. The hound dutifully place her snout between her handler's solid thighs, taking in as much scent and flavor as she could as she tongued her pussy. When she slowed and when she grew too eager, Henna reached over and swatted her rear, both grounding and further exciting her precious hound.
Lick by lick, the hound pushed her handler closer to the edge. Soon, she finally received the signal, and the hound dug in, viciously inhaling her handler's vulva. She could feel the way the wolf stifled a scream. Teddy's snout fell out of Henna's drenched vagina as she whimpered, desperate for her turn.
"I did promise," Henna reminded, "and you've been such a good girl..."

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Pomni you can get that purple rabbit pregnant you just have to believe in yourself
Accidentally used the handler voice™ when talking to some friends, and the one i think is an egg later said "you should do that again"