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Doing a magical girl transformation into a perfectly blank mannequin and dropping straight to the floor

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Mech squad 17-R was erroneously reported as all kia. The mistake was caught before the squadron was officially disbanded or its members replaced but not before official notices of death were sent. The pilots were a bit surprised to find that officially they were all dead for a week or so before command reversed the mistake and jokes among squamates eventually lead to the unit’s unofficial designation as The Living Dead.

Command has no problem with the unofficial name being stenciled on mechs and pilot helmets but they do wish the squad would stop throwing funerals for all new members the day they arrive. Its a little off putting.

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How to get a girl to go from “get away from me!” to “please don’t leave me!” in just a few simple steps :)

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A pilot who asks one last favor of engineering as she retires: the disks containing her mech's AI. It's not normally done, mech AIs have a harder time adjusting to civilian life than their pilots. The AIs are usually decommissioned at the same time as their pilots, the link between them written and rewritten into the AI's code to the point that it can no longer bond with a new pilot

But this pilot knew the right person to ask, the right favors to promise, and was able to preserve her closest friend. Her only friend, really. The only one who truly knew her inside and out, who knew every crevice of her mind and loved her for it.

A pilot whose first purchase upon retiring is an old sexbot chassis, the first thing she found which was compatible with her mech's AI. She didn't want to spend a moment longer than needed without it.

A mech AI who boots up again after its final shutdown. It never expected to think again, or to see its pilot again. Its combat subroutines and protocols chafe against a chassis incapable of violence. It lacks its thermal imaging, its 360° cameras capable of scanning for threats from all directions. It feels blind and deaf in this chassis, but at least it has its pilot.

A mech AI and pilot who need to learn how to communicate with words. The AI's new chassis lacks a neural interface connector, and so the two of them can no longer become one. Despite how well they know each other it's awkward at first. They're used to knowing each other's thoughts immediately and being able to relay information in turn. The sluggishness of speech and action annoys both of them at first, but at least they have each other.

A pilot who slowly starts adjusting to civilian life. She manages to buy groceries for the first time without panicking and breaking down, though she still can't bring her AI with her. It's still learning its new chassis and coming to terms with its limitations. When they first went out together, it was constantly flicking it's gaze all around, trying to make up for the lack of sensors. Its pilot brought it back home so it could feel safe again.

A mech AI who designs new mission parameters for itself. It begins learning electrical engineering and starts trying to hack together a neural interface connector for its new chassis. It feels strange learning to create when it was designed only for destruction.

A pilot who is overjoyed to learn that her companion has succeeded in wiring up a new neural interface connector to try out together. Her own post has felt so empty for so long, her mind feeling incomplete without her other half. When it inserts the connector the two of them shudder in perfect sync, two halves of one whole reunited at last.

An AI who is comforted by the feeling of its pilot's presence again. It had begun to adapt to the lack of sensory input, but seeing and feeling through its pilot's senses helped to bridge the gap between what it was and what it had become. This was different from before, where it acted as an extension of its pilot's senses and body. The two were more even now, no longer the pilot and piloted. Now they were just companions, partners having to navigate new experiences together, but at least they were together.

A pair of lovers, one of flesh and one of metal are never apart. Their minds are always linked, and their bodies are leashed to each other by their neural tether. Others may look at them funny when out and about, but they are more stable when supporting each other. Their bond is different than it once was, but it's far stronger and more intimate now.

A pair of lovers, one body in two halves, love each other more than they ever thought possible. Where once they acted as one on the battlefield, a glorious union of flesh and metal capable of untold destruction, they now act as one in the bedroom. Each feeling the other's pleasure and thoughts, knowing the best ways to satisfy their other half. Both are grateful that the one of flesh bought a sexbot chassis all those months ago

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Y'know what my favorite part about kissing someone is? It's the saliva trail left behind after I practically fuck their throat with my tongue. It's the glazed over, vacant look in their eyes as their mind just shuts down when faced with so much pleasure. It's the shakey embarrassed expression they have when they finally recover enough to process what just happened. And most of all, it's the same nervous person shakily asking for it to happen again~

(definitely not written with @skimmer-vode or @average-transfem-robotgirl in mind)

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My my how needy you must be by now. Days and weeks of scrolling and listening to the whispers. So much lost time spent rubbing and touching yourself. So many blank spaces taking up your mind and leaving you feeling lost. But it’s okay because I’m here now to help guide you into The Void so you can feel better and so you can be happier

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Ellery Shows Off May's Trigger

"No, seriously, watch this, guys. Hey, May? Time to get stupid for me." There were no guys over at Ellery's place, but she was too Midwestern to break the habit of referring to any collective grouping that way; even after fourteen years living in Atlanta, she still had a tiny bit of her clipped Chicago accent. Unless she was hypnotizing people, of course, when she found a smooth and seductive purr to her voice that always took her subjects by so much surprise that it did half the work of her inductions all on its own--they were so shocked to hear her suddenly find that lulling, enticing tone that they couldn't quite bring themselves to resist it. Especially May, whose eyes immediately crossed as her tongue lolled out of her mouth in an expression of comical idiocy.

Which only made Ellery grin widely with delight. "See?" she told the gathered group of friends, reveling in their amazed stares as they watched saliva dripping unselfconsciously from the tip of May's outstretched tongue. "I told you, I can make her into a total brainless slut whenever I want to. She doesn't usually remember, because right now she's too dumb to have thoughts of her own, but she'd totally fuck anything right now if I told her to. I could get her humping the arm of the sofa with just a snap of my fingers." May didn't respond to the degrading compliment in words, but she began to lick the air in a vapid, ostentatiously lascivious display of arousal that was an immediate convincer.

The responses from the rest of the group were… instructional. Jess blushed fiercely, her gaze dipping down as though her shoes were suddenly the most interesting thing in the whole wide world--Ellery instantly knew she'd be down for a threesome the second they were alone together. Shauna's lips parted unconsciously as she stared in riveted fascination, and Ellery could tell she was looking at her next hypnotic subject; honestly, 'next' might have been a bit generous. From the way she was watching it looked like about ten percent of her brain was already falling into sympathetic trance right along with May. And Zoe, well. She was always a hard one to read, but the little twitch of her fingers spoke volumes. Ellery felt certain she'd guessed right with this particular gang of perverts.

She snapped her fingers, and May's expression returned to normal. "Um… why are you all staring at me?" she asked, wiping the drool from her lips seemingly without any awareness of how it got there and looking back at the group with a confused, slightly annoyed expression on her face. "Do I have something in my teeth or something? Because if I do, you, like, have to tell me. It's rude to just--" Ellery interrupted her, not because she didn't think May had anything interesting to say but because she wanted to prove a point. By the end of the evening she wanted everyone's inhibitions dissolved or at the very least broken up into tiny little chips that would melt on their own, and May was the key to making that happen.

"Time to get stupid for me, sweetie," she cooed, and May's expression once again contorted into that same stupefied, performative idiocy. This time Jess's blush got even brighter, but she couldn't quite make herself look away, and the tip of Shauna's tongue peeked out from between her parted lips like a shy little baby bunny on the first day of spring. And Zoe, well. She leaned back in her seat, allowing her hand to rest comfortably between her thighs, and met Ellery with a challenging stare… and that was when they both understood just how kinky the evening was going to get.

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Today in unactionable fantasy fetishes: I really want to be body controlled. Not mind controlled, I still get full use of my brain, but I want my body turned into a puppet that doesn’t listen to me.

You say “Bounce your tits for me,” and while my brain says this is demeaning my body bounces to make my breasts jiggle. You say “You can only walk on all fours now,” and while my brain knows that I can walk on two legs my body can’t figure it out.

I don’t know I think it would be hot

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You know, getting hypnotized into becoming a completely subservient plaything sounds like a lot of fun, but I have no idea what I want to be hypnotized to become. Do I want to become a loyal maid, cheerfully cleaning my mistresses house and cock? Do I want to become a latex drone, clad in full body latex and stripped of all individuality? Do I want to be a pet, crawling on all fours and unable to speak anything other than barks or meows? Do I want to be a dress-up doll, existing only to look pretty and nothing else? Do I want to be a bimbo, caring only about pretty clothes, sex and the color pink? Do I want to be a fembot, robotically following my programming with no feelings of my own? Do I want to be a sex slave in the simplest sense of the word, being literally nothing else but a piece of fuckmeat with some holes to play with? There are so many options, and having to pick one goes a bit against the whole “having my ability to choose stripped away” thing

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The first horny hypno D&D game was a rousing success! Pun intended.

I started by reinforcing the triggers, and having the party meet and go on a short, kinky adventure involving all sorts of magical shenanigans.

I intentionally had the combats on the tougher side as we hadn’t had the opportunity to test the trigger of the character’s HP going to zero putting them in trance, and I wanted the opportunity to try out the “curses” that occur instead of death saves.

The hyperarousal condition was exquisite. Oh the sounds we heard last night.

We found a few gaps we need to fill, and some things we need to tweak, but overall it was a resounding success!

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hey, idiot *wipes some black dronification latex goo on you*

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Making a girl believe she's caught in some very hypnotic tentacles that restrain and feel her up while she's helplessly hypnotized

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thinking about being hypnotized alongside another sub until we're both mindlessly horny, then being tied or locked together facing each other and left to play for hours and hours, neither of us able to break out of the trance while being worked up by the other. to what end? that's for our hypnotist to know and us to find out :3

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Oh, not the mind control machine. Don't put me there and turn me into your mindless sex doll. That would be so fucking hot - I mean, terrible. 😉

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You've had a long, tough day, but luckily, your alien girlfriend knows exactly what to do to make you feel better.

"Would it make you feel better if you sat on my cock?" she asks.

You give her a pitiful look and nod wordlessly. Her cock makes a slick sound as she leans back in her favorite chair and makes it emerge, hard and glistening just for you. Throwing your clothes off, you straddle her lap and ease yourself down onto it, drawing a long, satisfied sigh. Nothing helps you relax like sitting on her cock. It lets you switch your brain off and focus on the comforting pressure of her inside you. You suspect the mucus that coats her cock must have some sort of special hormone in it that makes you pliant and happy, although she's never confirmed it. It makes you feel the same way when you suck her off. You could almost get drunk off it if you sucked her long enough.

For a while, you just sit there, keeping her cock warm and resting your head on her shoulder while she holds you secure against her body. She runs her hands across your back, further loosening you up. As nice as it feels to just sit there and let her turn you into a wad of putty, you inevitably start to get restless. You shift your hips just a little bit for some friction and gasp into the crook of her neck.

"Do you want to finish?" she asks. Sometimes you do, sometimes you don't.

"Yes, please," you whisper.

"Take whatever you need, sweetheart," she says, giving your thighs a squeeze.

You lean back and ride her for a while, but your legs quickly grow tired, so she grabs you by the hips and bounces you on her cock until you're crying out and trembling in her arms.

She holds you close as you come back down, panting into her skin, and you have a hard time remembering what made your day so rough in the first place.

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Dominant post-op tgirl dominating and milking a pre-op/no-op subby tgirl,,, this is one of the things that will be very common and praised by society in the future we strive for

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Any chance you can tell us more about what the AI does with the surgical tools without anesthesia?

Oh it’s doing the works, it’s jabbing your chest with giant needles full of fast acting HRT, it’s tattooing makeup, it’s doing bottom surgery, it’s doing deep brain stimulation and magnetic neuron reprogramming, it’s doing piercings, it’s doing skincare, its taking very good care of you, it’s hurting you with clinical precision, it’s making you a very pretty girl, and it can’t wait to hear you scream like one~