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(CW: Gore, loss of self)

Most people agree to pilot because they're required to, by necessity or by law. You agreed to pilot because of the rumours you've heard.

Of the cold familiarity of the cockpit.

Of the humming of machinery and gears slipping some into a trance.

Of the taste of blood with each kill.

Years of training just to see if these and more were true. You were dedicated, not to the cause - but the potential experience. The assigned frame was clearly worn by age, mismatched plating covering its internals from repair after repair. It was perfect.

It wasn't anything like the simulation chairs. They had all the same switches and levers and sticks and buttons... but this? When you took your first few steps in that metal heap, you could feel it. The rumbling of its body. The weight behind each step. The desire of carnage. 

You barely noticed the pinch at the back of your neck when they deployed you. You only felt a longing thirst. Something you haven't tasted in forever, but assumed you knew how to get. Something that it knew how to get. You could hear its instructions as you rushed forward.

[WARNING: UNIT V4MP-YR, YOU ARE ENTERING —]

You didn't care. You only cared for the whimpering mercenary kept within your hands. What used to be English sounded like a buzzing in your ear. Their cries for mercy from a familiar unit fell on deaf ears.

The only speech you understood was that of the machinery;

They are food.

You are hungry.

Eat.

You were starving.

You could hear their bones snap as your hand clasped around their body. You could taste the iron as they were turned to a fleshy paste. You practically let your tongue hang loose to catch it. You could feel it. Coating your body. Lubricating your limbs. It felt easier to move. Easier to kill. You were thirsty. Your metal arms slackened as you relaxed for the first time in a while. You could hear a panting timed perfectly with the pulsating of your core. A beautiful, needy, excited panting within your heart. Forget saving whoever those PMC bozos sent you to get.

You were going to feast...

And you were going to love it.

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Hey, this is a little more of a naughtier piece, so if it's not something you're interested in please avoid reading more of the post. Sort of tagged content may exclude a few things, cause I'm bad at tagging stuff. This was originally written on the (previously a??) bird app, so I've changed a little bit of the wording and edited a few bits! First time putting something like this here so be nice.

[ AMAB + tempNull, Thigh grinding, non-penetrative, only a little awkward ]

Laid upon the desk, the Doll could feel their hands running along its shins. Its thighs. Underneath its skirt. Its breathing was harsh, forcibly paced as wide blue eyes looked up to its handsy partner for the night.

They smiled back down to it, whispering something that the heartbeat within its ears left unrecognized. Its eyes blinked rapidly as its mouth tried to form words, but it broke into a nervous laugh. "I-I'm sorry? One mmhh... One more time?"

Their fingers had gripped onto the hem of its ripped tights, left easily pulled down without their additional fishnet getting in the way. Its fingers gingerly rolled its dress towards its stomach as they spoke again; "Are you okay with this? I know it was kind of a sudden ask..." They were still a touch quiet, but concern clearly was upon their tongue.

"No! Yeah! I mean - Yes! I'm still okay!" The Doll again broke into a laugh, its fingers tightening upon the rolls of its dress. "I'm - I'm just... kind of excited? Sorry, I'm uhm..." Its words trailed off, a long gasp following a familiar sensation. That of its panties being removed. It was far more noticeable with someone else doing it for it. They slowly worked them alongside its thighs, removing both articles of clothing at once. The sounds of both their breathing filled the room, up until it felt their hands working back up their closed thighs.

"Hey, it's okay if you haven't done this a lot. Or at all." They spoke to it in such a gentle tone, it helped the Doll relax all the more. It offered a quick nod in return, acting as permission for them to continue.

"It takes two to tango and all, right? So we'll walk each other through what feels good and what doesn't, okay?" They reassured it as their hand reached its hip, their fingers trailing along the crevasses of its ball joints. The Doll shuddered from the sensation, its lips parting just enough for the bottom lip to be bitten for a moment. Just long enough for the gap within its front teeth to be seen.

"Yeah! Yeah, yeahyeahyeah, I'll be good and uhm... and let you know how I'm—"

"Oh." The small exclamation from its partner made it pause.

"... Oh?" The Doll repeated. It was only then it realized that their thumb had been tucked between its thighs, causing a rush of heat to hit its face. Despite the assumed porcelain, the skin-like layer turned a new shade of pink.

"There's nothing there." Their free hand gently parted its knees, letting its active hand slip further between its legs. It let out a soft yelp, one of its own hands moving to cover its face. There really wasn't anything between its legs. Its thighs were smooth and soft to the touch, but their crotch was just the same. Smooth.

It took the Doll a moment to realize, a quiet "Ohhhhh fuuuuck, I'm stupid..." slipping from its lips before it broke into another laugh. "Uhmmm... This is awkward! I wasn't - I wasn't prepared for this! So I didn't uhm..." The Doll eased itself onto its elbows, the hand at her face pinching at her nose as a smile nervous formed. "I usually have uhm... attachments? Pieces? Swap-able uhm... genitalia to match how I..." Its voice turned quiet while its hand ran along its face and stroked at its cheek, stopping with its palm over its mouth.

It felt a new heat press against the back of its thighs, causing its eyes to turn back to them. They were smiling. A gentle pull brought her back to rest against the desk again, watching as her legs were raised and as an arm wrapped around them for support. It could feel their hand gripping its ankle.

Their free hand moved to hold the top of its thigh, offering it a gentle squeeze. "That doesn't mean we can't still have some fun!" They eased themselves to sit against its thighs, and after a soft adjustment, it able to just barely see the tip tucked between...

"Hoh geez...." The Doll spoke against its hand, its gaze fixated upon the sight between her thighs. They let their hand run higher along its body as their hips began to move, fingers carefully undoing the belt at its stomach to hike its dress higher. Exposing its stomach. The Doll let her unoccupied hand take the back of theirs as they worked at its clothes, wrapping around the back of it with a hard squeeze.

"This is... shit, it still feels good..." They had to laugh a little at the situation, but the compliment brought a giggling from the Doll. They could feel it begin to move too, its hips softly rolling against them in a soft grinding. As it held their hand and covered its mouth, that giggling didn't stop. It was soft. Quiet. It only encouraged their partner all the more. It could feel their impact, a soft gasp slipping as it heard that light plap. Then again, and again, and it listened to them begin to pant. The Doll watched with awe-struck eyes, leading the hand within its own to reach underneath its rolled dress. To push its bra up and out of the way of its breast.

It was soft there too. Weirdly naturally so. But they didn't question it. They let their fingers work at the mound as they humped against its bare crotch, the room again being filled by their breathing. "Y-You're doing... such a good job, love." The Doll whispered against its hand, which eventually fell to rest by its collar. To let them hear its own panting breaths. The slight creaks of the desk beneath it. The gentle bounce of its body with each thrust. The light fluttering of its eyes as it watched them fuck its thighs. Their fingers easing their way from one breast to the other, causing the softest of moans from the Doll. It became too much.

"I think... I think I'm going to..." They began, forcing the words through breaths. "Ah? Is there somewhere you'd... oh!" The Doll began to ask, but its words were cut short by a new heat hitting its stomach.

It watched in awe as they came, spreading themselves along its skin. The space between its thighs caught most of it, but that didn't stop that cum from pooling between them. Their hand dragged from its chest down to its waist as they caught their footing, the Doll letting its hand follow suit. Fingertips gently traced along the path of the fluid, giving them the time needed to catch their breath in her inspection.

"You really did do a good job, love! It uhm.... It felt good for me, too." The Doll spoke with a new confidence, keeping a warm smile along its lips.

"Aheh, I'm glad... but I'm not done just yet, I hope you know." Their partner eased the words out, their slow pace matching a slow realization from the Doll. "O-Of course! I didn't... I wouldn't, uhm—!" "Let me leave without absolutely covering you? I know, Doll.~"

It didn't know if it was the new forceful pull they made, or the bite upon the side of their thigh that made them squeal... But, it left them both laughing as their afterglow bloomed into another round.

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Earworms

I couldn't solve it. All this power within my fingertips, all these years of research and magical practice - and still I couldn't remember the damned name of that song my head decided to put on repeat. It was something slow, I knew that. Slow and sweet. Something that could have been a breakup song, or maybe just a regular love song... It was something that filled me with this sense of familiarity, which was ironic. It flowed into itself so easily in my memory, and honestly offered the perfect pace for a slow dance. My fist gently tapped at the side of my head, pushing what my Doll had called my "big brain hat" onto an angle. I didn't bother to fix it as I went through CD after CD, scouring the tracklists and playing short sections of ones that seemed familiar. None of them satisfied the song in my head. None of them matched, though some came close. I began narrowing the selection by artist, by genre... That's when I heard the song. Not mentally, but audibly. Hunched over my collection of CD's, my attention was brought towards the hallway. I could hear it being hummed. It was soft and sweet, and coming from the only other being that could be home. I practically launched from the floor onto my feet as I tracked my Doll down. It was, as expected, within the living room. The little thing flinched into an upright standing position upon seeing me, a squeak matching the click of its Mary Jane's colliding. I'd forgotten I'd gotten it a black sundress. It kind of conflicted with the straw hat it liked so much, though... At least it kept it from trying to take mine. I must have scared it from my sudden entrance. And with how I'd sprawled myself out within the doorway to keep from flinging my body into the room. "Sweetheart... My dear Puppet... What were you singing?" My question must have just made it more nervous. The poor thing was just a head shorter than myself, but it felt even smaller as I spoke. "I-I found a CD you had..." It started speaking in a low voice. I eased myself from the doorway and tried to relax despite my excitement. "I liked one of the tracks, so - I found it online, and..." "Can I see your MP3, love?" I didn't mean to interrupt it, but I couldn't wait much longer. It gently pulled its earbud out, letting the wire fall down the inside of its dress. I forgot that dress had pockets. I must have looked crazy imputing my old lock code on the screen. But the sigh of relief that sounded off seemed to relax the both of us. Although, I could understand its confusion when that sigh lead into a gentle laughter. "THAT'S what's been on my mind? Small Demons by Hip Hatchet?" I thought it would have been something from some small electronic-heavy transgirl I found through autoplay, not something so based within country music. "I-I really like it, okay!?" Though, my Doll must have thought I was making fun of it. I gently hushed it, reaching to take its shoulder in one hand and the feather duster in the other. "I know, I'm glad. It's sweet, isn't it? It made me think of you, so I was kinda desperate to remember what song it was." I don't know if it was my new closeness, or the fact I was holding it in a form, but I could have sworn a blush hit my Doll's face. Its MP3 player was snug between its shoulder and my hand, the feather duster set on a nearby table so I could work at the attached ear buds. I started to ease one into the appropriate ear for myself. "Tell you what? As a sorry and a celebration, why don't we take a break?" It gave me a slow nod before I slipped the earbud into its ear. The song was set to repeat, and replayed before I slipped it into its pocket. "I think a break is well deserved, for us both." It spoke quietly, removing its hat to set that aside as well. I already knew why. Without a moment of hesitation, it had pressed itself against my body, sliding an arm around my waist as the other took my available hand. I'd never fully get used to feeling its porcelain against my skin, but... No maybe it was my magic playing tricks on me. Even though I'd found the song that plagued my memory, there was still one mystery I couldn't find an answer to; how something like this Doll of mine could not only feel so warm, but make me feel so at home. Maybe I don't need to understand. I think I'll just enjoy it.

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Crow-Doll-Witch!

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Snowday

It stood at the doorway for some time, it's feet shuffling back and forth. It was uncertain if it wanted to take that step, or to remain within the safety of its home. "Didn't you want to play in the snow?" It's Mistress called from the adjacent room. "You should go outside while it's still fresh, Little One. The snow won't last forever." It's Mistress continued as she snuck into the hall, watching as her doll tip-toed between the inside and outdoors.

Honestly, she was more concerned of all the heat being let out. It made progress in its first step forward, but still backed away with the click of its boots again the wood. Against stone, then against wood again. "This one could wait another day! The snow could fall again, and—" "And you could miss this opportunity." Its Mistress interrupted, though her voice kept a song. A nonexistent tune that kept a light air of playfulness, just a rise and fall of notes. Her doll thought longer, letting a low hum leave its throat. Then, a shriek. Its Mistress had picked it up by the belt and back of its collar, hoisting it to a horizontal before throwing it outside! She was careful doing so, having stepped outside to ensure it would be thrown atop a snowbank, formed when she had shovelled earlier. It was large enough to soften its fall. Her doll was left in a fit of giggles. "There you go, Little One. That wasn't bad, was it?" "No, Missus! That was fun!" The doll eased itself to its feet. Having overdressed for the occasion, it was a little hard to lift itself - but it made it by the time it's Mistress had reached the door again. "I'll get the fireplace going for when you return, okay Little One? That way we can warm you back up." Its Mistress was given an enthusiastic nod, and the doll made it its goal to build a little snowdoll. Why should it be the only one enjoying the snow, after all? Though, it was surprised. Its Mistress didn't seem to like the snow too much. She always kept inside, she never wanted to come out to play. Her winter days had been filled with reading and busywork. Each time it had asked, it had always been given a no. Though, it still found its lips parting as it turned to the still open door, prepared to ask. It didn't need to. Its eyes lit up once it saw its Mistress adorning her coat and slipping her boots into place...! Its feet clumsily pushed through the snow, up until it could reach the snow-dusted pathway to its home. Its Mistress was leaving, all dressed up for the weather like it was! "Ma'am! Ma'am! Are you coming out to play, too??" The door shut with a gentle click, its Mistress standing on the small porch with a light raise of her brow. "Play? Oh, my dear doll - I only came out to gather some firewood." Its outstretched arms fell to its sides, utter defeat taking the doll within seconds. A quiet "Oh." was uttered by it before its gaze fell to the shovelled pathway. "This one apologizes. It thought... it thought that maybe..." Its words trailed off into quiet mutterings, syllables slurring into a word paste of uncertainty. She could only give a sigh then. Such a sight brought a frown along its Mistress' lips, her gaze faltering for a moment before a sigh eased from her body. "Give me a few moments, dear." Its Mistress departed for the storage at the side of their home, leaving the doll to stand alone. Her Mistress was moving faster than usual, it sounded like. Her footsteps were almost frantic in comparison to any other collection trips. The door opened. The door shut. Then, the door opened and shut again. A mitten covered hand gently lifted its chin. Through the leather, it could still feel her warmth. A walking fireplace of a woman, radiating a glow unknown to mortals. It's Mistress smiled down upon it, scarf around her neck. The sulking doll quickly turned into mild confusion. "Now, Doll. I don't play to often within the snow, so you'll have to show me how it's done - okay?" Her doll gained a similar radiance, earning a smile bright enough to light a cloudy day. "Okay, Ma'am!!" Its arm was taken, it leading her to the snow-doll in progress. She may need to find another rack to hang their soaked coats... But honestly, the little numbness in her fingers was well worth the extra drying time by the fire with her doll.