Jul 14
How i be laying outside the mech post mission waiting for Handler to notice me
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How i be laying outside the mech post mission waiting for Handler to notice me
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Running my my hands over a hound's softened skin, feeling every little tremble as I rub in her daily dose of estrogen gel across the many tiny shrapnel wounds.
Of course I could have chosen an unscathed spot but her agony is a valuable bonding experience between Handler and hound.
Yearn for Her, hound
Formal houndwear to show Handler you obsession in
Surrender
Break
Obsess
Give your miserable existence to me
Let me emboss my will into your feeble mind
Become my hound
Forfeit your choices
Deny all freedom
Find belonging
Give all your care to Her as She cares for you
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Thinking about tearing you to shreds
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.