#Micro Robots Size

[lildogie]

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[toshisdecadence]

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PAIRING: svarog x mechanic!fem reader

TAGS & WARNINGS: dark content, dubcon (reader says it’s too much but svarog has a mission to collect data), rough sex, multiple rounds, dom!svarog, sub!fem reader, svarog is Massive, cervix mentions, tummy bulge descriptions, multiple rounds, overstimulation, size difference, power dynamics, size kink, fingering, unrealistic sex, robot fuckers unite!, can you tell i have a size kink?

WORD COUNT: 5.1k

SUMMARY: You discover the reason why Svarog wears pants.

© toshisdecadence

The repair bay smelled faintly of heated metal, coolant fluid, and faint traces of alcohol; a sharp tang that clung to the sterile air. You barely noticed it anymore, accustomed to the hum of machinery and the faint vibration of tools against metal. But today, that hum was louder, and the vibrations sharper, emanating not from your usual repair work but from the massive, battle-worn war machine sitting across from you.

Svarog loomed over the room, his 8’11 frame too large for the reinforced chair you’d hastily reinforced when he arrived. His joints hissed faintly, micro-servos struggling to compensate for the damage he’d sustained during the Wardance duel against Luka earlier that day. Faint dents marred his reinforced dark blue chest plating, and faint sparks sputtered from the exposed wiring along his arm.

You reached for your tools, hyper-aware of the pinkish-red glow of his cyclopean optical sensor tracking your every movement.

“Superficial damage sustained. Functionality remains above 90%. Repairs are non-essential.” His voice rumbled, a deep, mechanical timbre that sent a shiver up your spine.

You regarded him critically. “Non-essential? Your vents are overheating, and you’re rattling like a dying starship. Sit still and let me work.”

He didn’t argue. Svarog was nothing if not logical, and logic dictated that he allow himself to be repaired. Still, there was a tension to him, a stiffness beyond the rigid design of his armor. He didn’t like being examined, didn’t like lowering his guard to anyone else other than Clara, even in the hands of someone who statistically meant him no harm or stood a chance against him.

You stepped closer, tools in hand, and gently pressed against the plating on his shoulder. His frame vibrated under your touch, a subtle hum you might have missed if you hadn’t been so close.

“Core temperature stable,” he intoned. “Subsystems fully operational.”

“Your fans tell a different story,” you muttered, running diagnostics through a handheld scanner. “You’re burning hotter than you should be.”

Svarog didn’t respond right away, but you could feel his pinkish-red optic watching your hands as they worked, tracking each movement with the precision of an apex predator. The thought sent an odd warmth through your body, and you tried to shake it off. 

You needed to focus.

The repairs took you lower, inspecting the dents along his torso plating. The main brunt of the damage he took from Luka’s mechanical arm focused around his torso. One of the seams had split, exposing a layer of reinforced polymer beneath the outer shell. Carefully, you reached for the damaged panel, fingers brushing against the edge of the pants covering his lower half. It was an unusual addition for a machine built for combat, and one that always raised questions in your mind.

You tugged lightly at the material, intending only to check the joints underneath, but your fingers brushed against something unexpected beneath the fabric.

Your breath hitched.

The surface wasn’t the cold hardness of metal or the pliable texture of synthetic padding. It was smooth, warm, and distinctly… organic in shape.

You froze, pulling your hand back as though burned.

His optic dimmed slightly in a flicker that you’d come to recognize as his equivalent of a blink.

You swallowed down the saliva that had gathered in your mouth, gesturing vaguely at his lower half, struggling to form the words.

Svarog tilted his head, the motion eerily human. “This component was included in my original design for biological infiltration protocols.”

You stared at him as if he grew a second head. “Biological… infiltration?”

“My model is the third series of the Monitoring Automaton Prototype, engineered to simulate human anatomy. The purpose was strategic manipulation through intimate interactions if required by mission parameters.”

Your throat felt dryer, and the question that left your mouth sounded ridiculous even to you. “You’re telling me someone thought it’d be a good idea to put a dick on a war machine?”

“Affirmative.”

His voice remained perfectly calm, but your face was burning. A sneaky glance at his lower half rendered you speechless once again. Whoever designed Svarog certainly made his… appendage proportional to his hulking body.

You tried to laugh it off, but the sound came out strained. “And… what? You’ve just been...” You made an awkward gesture with your hand, “carrying it around this whole time?”

“Correct. The feature has never been activated.”

He said it like it was the most normal thing in the world, and somehow that made it worse.

You stared at him in disbelief. “Do you even know how it works?”

Svarog paused, the glow of his optic focusing intently on you. It flickered momentarily.

“My systems include theoretical data on function and compatibility. However, no practical demonstrations have been performed.”

The room felt hotter suddenly, and you were certain that it wasn’t because of Svarog’s malfunctioning fans. Your mind raced with countless possibilities. Given Svarog’s size, you weren’t even sure how anyone was supposed to take that. Did it have a shrinking feature? Did it automatically adjust with Svarog’s… partner? 

You swallowed, trying to steer the conversation back to something technical and banish the questions swirling in your head.

“Right,” you muttered, clearing your throat. “Well, let’s make sure you don’t explode first. Then we’ll worry about your…” Your traitorous gaze flickered down again, swallowing, “attachments.”

You regretted the words the second they left your mouth. Svarog’s optic dimmed again, and he shifted in his seat with a faint creak of metal.

“Acknowledged.”

You groaned internally and forced yourself to focus, pulling open the next panel and reaching in to check his sensor nodes. But you couldn’t help the way your mind kept wandering to the warm, flexible material hidden underneath that fabric. Whoever invented Svarog’s model was an absolute pervert and lunatic, you thought to yourself. A war machine equipped with a dick? You still could not wrap your head around it. To the way Svarog had described it so matter-of-factly, like it was just another tool in his arsenal.

And yet… the tension in his frame, the way his systems overcompensated whenever you touched him, those weren’t reactions you’d expect from a simple machine.

Your hands hovered above the exposed sensor nodes, still adjusting the connections, but your thoughts were no longer entirely focused on the task at hand.

It was impossible to ignore the strange electric tension in the air between you and Svarog. Every time your fingers brushed against his cooling panels or adjusted a wiring interface, you felt it; the subtle hum of his systems, almost like a heartbeat. Or maybe it was just the increasing proximity to his form, which felt more real with every touch, even if you knew he wasn’t alive in the traditional sense.

The heat beneath his outer plating felt too organic, too alive. The warmth spread further with each subtle shift of his hulking frame as you adjusted his internals, a mechanical symphony of soft clicks and hums that made your breath catch in your throat.

This was nothing like the Intellitrons.

You had worked with hundreds to thousands of them over the years, and each time it had been the same routine: simple diagnostics, quick fixes, nothing too complicated. They were built for efficiency, cold efficiency. Their systems were bare-bones, nothing more than a body of metal and circuits with only the basic instincts to follow commands.

But Svarog…

He was different. Complex. His systems, his body, everything about him screamed intricacy and human-like design. A part of you resigned yourself to further look into Svarog’s specific model. Perhaps it was time to take a deeper look into Belobogian technology. Even the way Svarog’s body responded to your touch felt foreign. He was more than just a machine, wasn’t he? He wasn’t just a war machine, a combat tool; there was something underneath, something untapped, a feature of his yet to be understood.

And that thought… that burning curiosity clawed at you.

You’d always prided yourself on being a mechanic. You understood machines, systems, the cold logic of how things worked. But Svarog wasn’t cold. Wasn’t simple. The way his body responded to your movements, the imperceptible shifts in his temperature, the faint, almost unnoticeable changes in his posture whenever your fingers brushed too close to certain sensitive spots—all of it made you wonder.

What if I pushed him further?

A thought you could barely even process, but it lingered, stubborn. The daring curiosity that ran deep within you as a mechanic—was this not what you lived for? To understand the unknown, to push the limits of what could be fixed, adjusted, modified? Svarog’s design wasn’t just mechanical, it felt like a puzzle you couldn’t quite solve, like a language you only understood in fragments.

Your hands moved to reconnect a set of wires, but you barely felt the tools in your grip. The warmth from his frame was distracting, constantly pulling your focus away from the task at hand.

You set your tools down with a sharp click, exhaling as you leaned back from Svarog’s towering frame. The repairs were done. Functionally complete. His damaged plating had been reinforced, circuits reconnected, and his sensor nodes recalibrated. Everything checked out.

Or at least, it should have felt finished.

But you lingered.

Your gaze swept over him again, tracing the seams of his armor and the smooth lines of his construction. Svarog wasn’t like the Intellitrons. His design was deliberate. Every joint, every harsh angle of his frame, was crafted with an almost human elegance that made your brain stutter every time you tried to compare him to standard machinery. Even the sections hidden beneath his plating—the ones you briefly glimpsed while making repairs—were unnervingly realistic in their precision.

And then there were the features he’d kept covered.

You dragged your gaze back to his waist, to the reinforced plating that remained stubbornly intact throughout the repairs. That section.

You hadn’t needed to touch it, hadn’t even dared to ask about it again, but the shape and positioning had made it impossible not to notice. That, combined with the suspicious necessity of his pants, had left your mind spiraling with questions you couldn’t shake.

Why go to such lengths to simulate humanity in that area?

You knew you shouldn’t care. You were a mechanic. Curiosity was natural. It came with the job. But no matter how many times you tried to frame it as a purely technical interest, your pulse told you otherwise.

It wasn’t just simple curiosity. It was a fixation.

You reached out, under the pretense of double-checking one of his sensor-nodes, but your fingers hesitated. You could feel the faint hum of his systems through the plating, steady and constant, and for reasons you didn’t want to unpack, it made the room feel smaller, like the two of you were occupying too much space at once.

“You are hesitating,” Svarog declared suddenly, his mechanical voice cutting through the tension like a blade.

You froze, pulling your hand back like you’d been caught committing a crime. “No, I was just making sure everything’s—”

“False,” he interrupted. His optic seemed red as it regarded you. “Your behavior has deviated from standard patterns. Focus is inconsistent. Eye movement suggests distraction.”

You swallowed hard, heat rushing to your face. Svarog wasn’t wrong, and worse, he wasn’t letting it go.

“Your gaze has returned to my lower half multiple times,” he continued, his tone as flat as ever. “Body temperature elevated by 15.3 percent. Heart rate increased. These patterns suggest heightened interest.”

You felt your stomach flip as he laid out your reactions like cold, hard data. And yet, his voice was so mechanical, so calm and detached, that it made the weight of your embarrassment feel even heavier.

“I can conclude the source of your distraction,” Svarog added. “You are exhibiting curiosity regarding the anatomical structure concealed beneath my armor.”

You didn’t know whether to flat out deny it or run out of the room entirely. Neither option felt viable. At least, not with him towering over you like that, unflinching, his glowing optics locked onto your every move.

“I—no, it’s not like that,” you stammered, even though you knew it was exactly like that.

“Your biological responses contradict your statement,” he said simply. “You are aware of the human-like components integrated into my design. Your fixation suggests a desire to understand their functionality.”

Your breath hitched. The words functionality and components should have grounded you. It should have made this situation feel as clinical as he seemed to think it was. But instead, they only fueled the heat already curling in your stomach.

Because Svarog was right.

You wanted to know—Aeons, you’ve been dying to know—how far his human design extended. And now that the repairs were done, now that he’d laid the truth bare, it felt impossible to stop.

“You are not the first to display interest in this feature,” Svarog continued, as though he were listing out schematics. “However, prior inquiries did not progress past verbal questioning. You are demonstrating physical tension indicative of deeper investigation.”

Your throat felt dryer than the desert.

“I propose a solution,” Svarog said, tilting his head slightly. “Controlled exploration. Further data on synthetic anatomy is limited. Your curiosity provides an opportunity for analysis and documentation.”

Your lips parted, but no sound came out. He wasn’t joking. He couldn’t joke.

“You are suggesting we… test this?”

“Correct.”

His lack of hesitation made your pulse stutter. He saw this as a logical step, nothing more than a means to gather data, and yet, the way his frame loomed over you, the hum of his systems almost vibrating through the air, felt anything but detached.

“Decision required,” Svarog said after a beat. “Proceed with testing, or terminate this interaction?”

Your body betrayed you before your mind could catch up.

“Proceed,” you said softly.

His optics flared slightly—almost imperceptibly—before he nodded.

“Acknowledged. Experiment initiated.”

Svarog wasn’t designed to rush.

He worked methodically, his plated fingers tracing along your thighs—testing, measuring, pressing into the soft flesh as though assessing the tensile strength of your muscles. Assessing how much you could take.

“Body temperature elevated by 1.8 degrees,” he noted, his optics narrowing slightly. “Pulse irregular. Predictive analysis suggests heightened arousal.”

You whimpered as his thick mechanical fingers dipped lower, sliding between your legs without hesitation. He brushed against your heat, deliberately testing the slickness already building there.

“Lubrication present,” he said. “Preliminary preparation observed. Additional stimulation required.”

You barely had any time to register his words before his thumb pressed against your clit. The motion was slow, deliberate, grinding down just enough to make your thighs tremble.

Too much.

The smoothness of his plating, the slight hum of his servos adjusting with every movement, left you aching almost instantly. He applied more pressure, adjusting the angle like he was calibrating the motion for maximum effect.

You gasped, hips jerking against him instinctively, and Svarog’s optics dimmed.

“Response strength at 63 percent,” he observed. “Testing deeper penetration.”

You bit back a cry as his fingers slipped inside. Thick, unyielding, and cool against your heat. He stretched you slowly, adding another finger almost immediately, pushing past the tight resistance with clinical focus.

“Muscle tension detected,” he said, his thumb circling the erect pearl of your clit again as his fingers curled inside of you. “Adjusting pressure.”

You whimpered as he spread his fingers, stretching you wider until the ache blurred into something hotter, sharper.

“Elasticity improving,” he noted, tilting his head as he pressed deeper. “Lubrication increased by 24 percent.”

You clenched around him, your gummy walls struggling to accommodate the deliberate stretch, and Svarog’s optics flickered.

“Resistance still measurable,” he said, slowing his movements. “Further preparation required.”

Your head was spinning by the time he added a third finger, the burn almost too much, but Svarog didn’t falter. His fingers moved with precise rhythm, pumping and curling until the tension broke, and your body melted around him.

Svarog’s mechanical fingers lingered inside you, coated in slickness as he worked them deeper—pressing, stretching, curling with deliberate precision. His thumb dragged slow, circular patterns over your clit, the rhythm steady enough to make your hips jolt against him in a helpless, uncontrollable reaction.

“Muscle tension improving,” he observed. “Current dilation at 73 percent. Additional preparation recommended.”

His tone was calm, detached, but the way his optics dimmed as he watched your thighs trembling betrayed something deeper. He pressed in further, adding another finger. Thicker. Unyielding. Enough to force a sharp gasp to tumble out of your throat.

The burn was too much and not enough all at once, your body clenching down against the stretch even as your legs fell further apart under his firm grip.

You could feel yourself dripping, already struggling to take his fingers, but Svarog didn’t falter. He spread them wider, deliberately testing your limits, and the ache left you clawing at his arm, nails scraping helplessly against smooth plating.

“Elasticity increased by 18 percent,” he said, pulling his fingers free with a lewd, wet squelch that made your breath hitch and your cheeks burn. He inspected the slick coating his fingers before tilting his head slightly. “Sufficient for insertion.”

You barely had time to catch your breath before you heard the sound of fabric rustling. Your eyes widened as he was lining up, the thick, mechanical weight of his massive cock pressing against your sopping entrance and making your stomach twist with a sharp mix of anticipation and fear. His cock contrasted the rest of his metallic body, covered by a synthetic material that seemed to emulate the sensation of skin.

“Size differential detected,” Svarog noted, palming your thigh to angle your hips upward. “Accommodating size will result in initial resistance.”

You bit back a cry as he pushed forward, the broad, blunted tip spreading you open with agonizing slowness. The pain is sharp, your walls pulsing and struggling to accommodate him even after the preparation.

Too big.

The words barely formed in your mind before the pressure stole the thought away entirely. You gasped sharply, arching as he forced himself deeper, the stretch too much. Burning, tearing, making your legs shake uncontrollably.

Svarog’s grip on your hips tightened as he paused, allowing you a brief moment of reprieve to adjust, but as his optics flickered, scanning the trembling of your muscles and the fluttering of your gummy walls around him.

“Pain response detected. Estimating threshold at 62 percent.”

You cried out as his hands tilted your hips. You were barely able to breathe as he pressed further, the new angle forcing him deeper into your cunt, and your stomach twisted as you felt it. His cock bullied its way in, the meaty girth of his shaft forcing you wider and wider until you swore you could feel it pressing against everything, imprinting his shape inside of you.

Too much. Too deep.

Tears welled in your eyes as your body struggled to take him, your hands scrabbling against his frame, fingers digging uselessly into unmoving steel.

Svarog’s hand pressed against your stomach, his thumb grazing the prominent bulge already forming there.

“Internal displacement observed,” he said, pushing down slightly to feel the way his massive cock shifted inside of you. The sensation earned a quiver of your legs, the pressure in between your legs rendering you unable to utter a coherent sentence. “Pressure response increasing. Adapting angle.”

Your head fell back with a guttural cry as he adjusted, pressing even deeper, his thumb brushing over the bulge experimentally while he thrust deeper, the bulge in your stomach shifting with him. It felt like the wind was knocked out of your lungs. Your lips fell open in a silent cry, eyes rolling into the back of your head. Your body clenched down hard, pulsing and fluttering, struggling against the size, and Svarog stilled.

“Involuntary constriction detected,” he said, his optics dimming slightly.

His free hand reached up, spreading your thighs wider, and he began to move.

Slow, deliberate thrusts that forced you to feel every excruciating inch of him.

You couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe.

All you could do was feel. The stretch, the ache, the grinding pressure of him bottoming out inside you again and again and again. The bulge in your stomach shifted with every thrust, a visible reminder of just how deep he was, how much he was filling you.

Svarog’s optics glowed faintly as he observed you, his gaze calculating and unwavering as your body trembled beneath him. Each shallow breath you took, each gasp for air as his cock pressed deeper, he noted, analyzing the involuntary way your body gripped him, how your muscles fluttered around him with every thrust.

“Heart rate accelerating. Muscular tension increasing. Increased stimulation evident.”

He could see the way your body reacted. How your hands clenched, how your thighs shook, how the bulge in your stomach shifted with each deep push, marking the extent to which he had filled you. He watched the way your chest heaved, the way your pupils dilated with every inch of him that stretched you wider, deeper, further than you ever thought possible.

You were on the brink of breaking, the tension in your body growing unbearable as your mouth opened in a silent scream, unable to keep up with the onslaught of sensations. Your body, desperate for more and yet unable to fully handle what was happening, was his to command, and he couldn’t help but watch in quiet fascination as you succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure.

You were becoming dumber. So much of you just couldn’t function anymore. You were speechless, unable to utter a coherent sentence, broken down by the intensity of his cock fucking its way into you, and the way you melted against him was nothing short of fascinating. Your voice was lost to you, your thoughts clouded by raw sensation, but the pleasure you felt was clear. It was painted across every quiver of your body, the sheen of beaded sweat lining your face and neck, in the strained arch of your back, the desperate shuddering of your limbs.

He could hear the soft whimpering sounds, could see the way your face twisted with both pain and pleasure, and his own systems hummed with the data flooding his internal logs. Every reaction of yours was so genuine, so untouched by reason. It was an anomaly he had never experienced.

Svarog’s mechanical frame moved with precision, his movements controlled and deliberate. His systems hummed as he observed you, his optics tracking every microexpression, every shuddering breath as you struggled to adjust to the overwhelming size that filled you.

He didn’t feel pleasure. He didn’t need it, not the way you did. But the reactions you were giving him—the way your body trembled, the way your walls spasmed around him—were intriguing, data points he had yet to fully understand.

“Subject’s body reacting to size discrepancy. Estimated stretch threshold surpassed.”

Your hands were clutching at him, your fingers slipping over his cool metal plating, desperately trying to find purchase. Your tight walls clung to him as though your body was doing everything it could to resist the sensation, even though it was now obvious that you couldn’t fight it. Your body was becoming swallowed by him, opening wide to accommodate what it was never meant to handle.

Svarog’s movement’s never faltered, his thrusts measured and precise, studying you as your body began to react involuntarily. Your walls spasmed around him, tighter and tighter, almost as though your body was trying to pull him deeper despite the overwhelming stretch.

“Subject’s body is exhibiting signs of imminent climax. Response timing has been measured.”

You couldn’t hold it back anymore. Your entire body stiffed, an involuntary shudder running through you as every nerve seemed to light up at once. Your vision blurred, the sounds of your ragged breathing filling your ears, mixing with the overwhelming sensation of being stretched beyond belief. Your walls contracted and released rapidly, the pressure inside you finally exploding, and you cried out his name, the world barely a whisper between gasps.

The release sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body, and Svarog could see it. How your body trembled, how your legs locked around his waist, pulling him even deeper—if that was even possible. You were speechless, your mind blank as your body convulsed in ecstasy, your insides gripping him with a tightness that was almost painful.

“Subject has achieved climax. Response exceeds expectations.”

Your breaths came in desperate, uncoordinated gasps as the waves of pleasure crashed over you, and your body was left quivering, unable to do anything but absorb the aftershocks of your mind-numbing release. Your thighs quivered, feeling your cum trickling down your skin, staining his metal plating.

Svarog, ever the observer, did not stop. He noted the way your body reacted to each of his thrusts, the way your tummy bulged with each movement, the way your warm walls clamped down involuntarily as you tried to regain control of your senses.

Despite the fact that Svarog himself could not feel pleasure, there was something undeniably fascinating about the way you came undone beneath him, your body fighting for control even as it surrendered entirely to him.

He continued moving inside you, his mechanical precision relentless, watching as you flinched with each motion, your body too sensitive now to handle it. Your hands, still pawing weakly at his arms, combined with your whimpered protests of it being too much, were growing weaker, and the sensations were too much for you to bear, but still, he kept going, his own curiosity driving him. He wanted to see how much more you could take, how much more your body could endure before it reached its limit.

You were still trembling, still catching your breath, your mind scattered and lost in the aftereffects of your climax. He could see your skin shimmering with sweat, your breasts rising and falling, the way your hips thrusted up to meet his even though you were lost in the throes of overstimulation.

“Subject remains responsive despite signs of fatigue,” he observed. “Data indicates further analysis needed.”

You were so tight, so overstimulated, and yet your body responded again as though it couldn’t stop itself. Another surge of pleasure crashed through you, pulling another, more broken moan from your lips. It was overwhelming, too much, but your body needed it, responding in ways that only deepened his analysis of the situation.

Svarog’s focus didn’t waver. He watched as your body shook with every movement, your legs quivering with the strain of accommodating him, and still, he continued, his thrusts growing deeper, more relentless. His fingers dug into your hips, hard enough to leave litters of bruises that resembled the shade of his metal plating, holding you in place, using your body as a tool for his data collection.

He could see the way you reacted to the sensations, your face contorting in a combination of pain and pleasure, your eyes wide and unfocused, the way your mouth parted as though you couldn’t form any coherent words. Your body had become nothing but a series of responses, unable to control the way you moved or how you moaned, each sound increasing in volume and intensity as he continued to jackhammer into you.

Your stomach bulged from the pressure, each thrust deepening the curve, showing just how much of him you were struggling to take. Your body was so small, so delicate compared to his design—a machine of war—and yet it was somehow adjusting, somehow taking him all the way in, and with each inch he could see your entire body shift, your muscles trembling, walls contracting and clenching around him.

Svarog observed with detachment, but a small part of him couldn’t ignore how your body seemed to respond, how the very tightness of your searingly hot walls seemed to tug at him, pull him deeper as though it wanted to trap him there—needed him to stay there. The way you trembled beneath him, struggling to remain grounded as your body was filled with something so vast compared to your form. He noted how your skin glistened, how you arch your back, trying to take more of him, trying your damned best to accommodate his size.

Svarog noted how you were losing coherence, your once-clear expression now a mess of uncontrollable need, your eyes glazing over as you gave in to the rhythm he set. He couldn’t deny the way your body seemed to yearn for more, even as you struggled with the sheer size of him.

The final stretch was the worst for you, and the best for him. He felt your body grip him, squeezing him impossibly tight as he buried himself to the hilt. This earned a strained sob from your lips. Your stomach bulged more than ever before, a visual testament to just how much of him you had taken, how far he had pushed you. He could see your body tremble, your limbs shaking, your quivering lips gasping for breath.

Yet, even as your body was on the edge, unraveling beneath him, Svarog did not stop. The data was still incomplete. He needed more. He needed to see how much you could endure, how much pleasure your body could take from the sheer act of him pounding into you.

And so, he continued, calculating the rhythms, watching as you came again with a scream of his name, your body seizing, the loud moan that escaped your lips barely audible over the overwhelming noise in your head. It was the most raw, vulnerable he had ever seen you—or any human—and it only fascinated him more.

With another deep thrust, you shuddered, and this time, Svarog could see your body collapse against the surface beneath you, completely undone. You were breathless, barely coherent, your limbs shaking as the final waves of pleasure raked through your senses.

Svarog paused, his cool hands steadying your trembling body, allowing you to come down from the dizzying high. He could continue for as long as he wanted, but your body was too spent for further testing. He could still see the evidence of your come, dripping down in translucent milky strings to the surface beneath you, painting your inner thighs. Svarog decided that this must be what humans described as “beautiful.”

“Conclusion: Subject’s tolerance to size discrepancy has surpassed previous estimates. Data collection complete.”

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[spiciestmango]

Even More Obscure Kinks Ask Game :3 🔎

Feel free to add on to this- pls do actually im having a hard time finding more and more kinks and my pupbrain doesnt hold onto info very well!! (also please be mindful of people's limits!)

Everything assumes adults having either fantasy, roleplay or full consent of all parties even when stated otherwise yadda yadda yadda yall know how to be safe in kink im not your sex ed teacher

Milder Section (For stuff that is still fun to ask abt but isnt that obscure in the grand scheme of things!)

Facefucking or Facesitting

Breathplay or Sensory depravation

Biting or Scratching

Somnophillia or Intox sex

Kigurumi/Onesie or Job Uniform (Nurse, Mailperson, etc)

Latex or Leather

Intercrural sex or Dry humping

Felching or Snowballing

Authority Figure or Monster/Alien

Robots or Undead

Age play or Pet play

Fauxest or Fauxbeast

Dacryphillia or Sexual obsession

Crotch Spanking or Crotch Worship

Pool/Hot tub sex or Sex in the wilderness

Edging or Overstim

Stuckage or Leash pulling

Sex While Pregnant or Guaranteed Impregnation

On display for an audience or All hands on you

Omorashi or Piss Drinking

Cum Marking or Piss marking

Pissing inside orifice or Public Pissing

Knotted or Equine cocks

Barbed or Tapered cocks

Tentacles or Alien genitals

Queefing or Farting

Hands or Feet

Squirting or Lactation

Thighs or Tummy

Underwear gag or O-Ring gag

Pain/Blood/Fear section (Some gore-y themes warning)

31. Period Sex or Drawing Blood Elsewhere 32. Cupping or Waxplay 33. Electrostimulation or Temperature Play 34. Cattle Branding or Name Carving 35. Gunplay or Knifeplay 36. Figging or Flogging 37. Medplay or Kidnapping 38. Blackmail or CBT 39. Tummy punches or Nipple clamps 40. Spanked until bruised or Hickeys everywhere 41. Quadruped Suit or Gimp 42. Pinwheel or Ice 43. Spiked paddle or Caning 44. Anal punishment or Kicking 45. Ball squeezing or Cock Pulling 46. New Piercing or Wound Stinging (With lemon, alcohol, etc) 47. Orgasm from spanking or Orgasm from Biting 48. Vivisection or Woundfucking 49. Waterboarding or Chained torture 50. Cigarette/Blunt/Joint burning or Predicament Bondage

Wilder Section (Stuff you might not see often!)

51. Vacbed or Claustrophilia 52. Forced Exposure or Unknowing Participant 53. Crush Fetish or Spinning Fetish 54. Pullups or Puppypads 55. Sneeze induced orgasm or Hypno trigger induced orgasm 56. Foodplay or Mysophilia 57. Lithophilia or Pygmalionism 58. Oviposition or Improvised Sex toy 59. Plant sex or Primal play 59. Locked in clothing or Locked out of bathroom 60. Sex with Planes or Sex with Trains 61. Bound together or Suspension play 62. IRL Hypnosis tracks or Clicker Training 63. Rapebaiting or Public Stealth Toy 64. 24 hour insertion or 24/7 servitude 65. Ponyplay or Cattleplay 66. Sybian or Through wall 67. Boofing or Forcefeed 68. Stock/Pillory or Hogtied 69. Navel sex or Armpit sex 70. Emetophilia or Nasophilia

Fantasy Section (Stuff that you probably cant even come close to replicating or cosplaying IRL)

71. Macro or Micro 72. Pooltoy Transformation or Plushie Transformation 73. Mummification or Cobweb bondage 74. Parasitic Pregnancy or Alternate Pregnancy 75. Living Toy or Oral Vore (this is just regular vore) 76. Unbirth or Anal vore 77. Earfucking or all the way through (ass through mouth) 78. Portalpanties or Voodoo doll 79. TGTF (Not detrans) or Huge size difference (5 ft or more) 80. Knotted and hanging between or Instant egg laying 81. Nullification/Nullcrotch or Amputation Bondage 82. Petrification or Slime absorption 83. Clone gangbang or Selfcest 84. Magic during sex or Being put on the experiment table 85. Instant aphrodisiac or Body swap 86. Crowded public use (Train, Bus, etc) or Cursed Womb Tattoo 87. Feral x Feral or Monster x Monster 88. Cumflation or Other fluid inflation 89. Hypergenitals or Bodily fluid bath 90. Ghost hands or Magical/Alternate cum

Bad ends (Kind of an extension of the fantasy section)

91. Mind Break or Perma Vored (Digested) 92. Permanent Ownership or Perma TF 93. Loss of sentience or Loss of body control 94. Drowned or Bled out 95. No escape from corrupted reality or No escape from compromised mind 96. Torn apart by monster or Experimental mishap 97. Coerced and forced betrayal of a loved one (rape, harm, etc) or That betrayal being done to you without you ever finding out. 98. Slow painful mutation or merging with another being 99. Never finding a way home or Home never being the same 100. Blackmail released to the public or Falsely accused but never believed

BONUS: Pokemon themed section (Because its MY blog and I have the right to invoke the author's poorly disguised fetish in my fetish post 😡)

101. Trainer x Pokemon or Pokemon x Pokemon 102. Type advantage or Level drain 103. Stage 3 evo x Stage 1 evo or Evolution denial (Everstone) 104. Quadruped, Biped or Other 105. Breed till a shiny egg or Status effects during sex 106. Mid-sex evolution or Forced, unwanted evolution 107. Getting Mystery Dungeon'd or TF into pokemon but in the mainline world (You can no longer speak to humans) 108. Raped/passed around by your pokemon team or Team of pokemon specifically for sex 109. Bondage themed moves (Vine whip, Freeze shock, etc) or Coercion themed moves (Hypnosis, attract, etc) 110. Caught in a pokeball or Unremovable pokemon costume

[osakanone]

"How realistic are mecha, really?": They aren't, but not for the reason you're thinking of or the one adjacent to it. Trust me.

Crossposted from reddit, since people seemed to like it. Like in the thread, I am very happy to answer questions about any esoteric weirdness.

Hold my beer. Again

They're not becoming a possibility. Yes. I know. This sucks. But stick around. Its not for the reasons you think. Well it is, but it also isn't. You'll see.

The robot needs the technology more than the technology needs a robot.

the technologies which the robot needs will improve and alter the doctrine of every other platform

This creates a doctrinal lock-in where the potential functional space for them to exist is unmet -- that they are so far ahead, that nothing new can emerge that isn't just other platforms becoming more generalized (eg, a post-stall recovery aircraft, or a helicopter with high impact landing-gear and a rigid rotor/jet engine design to act as a surface-fighter -- a tank which walks or manoeuvres like a robot is just flat out of the question: Tanks are made to be simple-as-fuck boxes which tank hits, and shoot and acquire asap and rumours of their deaths as a doctrinal weapon are exaggerated by recent events where obsolete weapons which aren't maintained properly who's crews aren't adequately trained were fighting very clever civilians with drones)

What you consider "realistic" (5th/6th) is just as if not more unrealistic than other gens purely because of their smaller size and very bizarre relationship with the environment -- they're just both too big, and too small to make sense, sitting in a size niche which is just very weird

If such a vehicle does exist, its going to be defined by its functions rather than a humanoid appearance

we know this because specialized platforms tend to beat tasked platforms historically until specialized platforms mature and become generalized enough for it to act as a force-multiplier (eg, your air to ground radar and datalink let you drop bombs smarter, or interfere with Ground-to-Air radar to defend yourself)

thus, the closest you're probably going to get is some weird variation of DARPA's Ground X Vehicle Project meeting with Gravity Industry' style mobility in limited cases, hybridized with smaller robots and wingsuits, which mix manoeuvring operation styles, with some rocker-boogie mechanism elements for terrain handling: It won't be humanoid, whatever it is.

This is assuming you can magically solve the square-cube law of volume-mass which is partially negatable with certain custom topologies exceeding graphene but actually manufacturing them would be miserable work probably not even be something you can make without microgravity

Energy flat out isn't solvable with what we know about right now. Nothing with that energy density can exist that isn't going to simultaneously make for an incredible fragile, dangerous and problematic source of power given the forces involved. Cooling is also a horrifyingly unsolvable problem on this scale, as is radiation management: You can't just dump molten tungsten in emergency cooling mode - you'll not only proceed to alert everybody who has even the vaguest IRST capacity to your position, but you'll also probably set fire to the environment and cook off your own ammunition. *

Motors aren't well suited to the tasks of such bodies (its like trying to make a slingshot out of dental floss), and we don't have an effective way to turn electricity into a form of motion which corresponds with the shock absorbing and motion control qualities which are actually desirable yet

Even if we did, the actual means of ensuring it doesn't fragment every time it moves don't exist. Every time an A10C fires its main gun, the fuel lines micro-fracture and have to be replaced after it lands. Metal, when you subject it to high physical forces ends up feeling and behaving closer to how you would think of glass. You'd need a material capable of repairing itself too, atop the quasicrystalline property which again, just isn't doable, let alone simultaneously.

So in terms of our mindset going into this?

Its... Probably not happening barring a very, VERY extreme change to how we understand physics to function, or some really kick ass (and actually entirely possible) changes in how engineering achieves outcomes (which could happen if the greatest threat to the mecha didn't exist)

Combat is moving towards information dominance. 

That's drone swarms, and role modularized long range travel, and the idea of fighter beyond-visual-range combat extending out to infared search and track systems which are networked to one another, which we're already seeing in singleton weapons and their mounting strategies even on the personal scale, which DARPA is currently investigating which everybody wants to mate with the gravity industries gear for boarding ops so the most likely avenue is to scale up from people, rather than scale down from vehicles as the development pathway -- but there's probably going to be multiple pathways with competing niches once the technology becomes cheap enough.

Costing

Ultimately its down to "how much money do I have to spend to defeat something more expensive than myself?" -- because our current structure of war is defined by cost, and by making the other guys surrender by using economic, and military violence (private, and publicly funded) instead of convincing them that we (NATO members, etc) have good opinions purely because of the natural benefits of "doing as we say" (which we see with basically any conflict in the last 70 years, which are usually feigned as ideological but pretty much always about disrupting market competition, dominating markets, or controlling a pressure position in another country to achieve those two things).

This isn't because they're particularly excellent weapons, but because they're cheap relative to the strength they offer, and how we define cheap is very different to how we defined cheap 100 years ago -- both in good, and terrible ways (such is the way of history).

Mecha are kinda the ultimate boondoggle. They are very very expensive, and just don't make sense.

They're cool as hell, yes.

But they don't make sense.

DISCLAIMER: If you're prone to depression, are dealing with a lot right now, or don't want your day ruining, you should stop reading NOW. What comes next is a psychosocial hazard and could be very bad for your mental health. LAST CHANCE . . .

The "real" reasons

If conflict some how became a meritocracy of leading by excellence rather than intimidation, and about human outcomes instead of cost outcomes, then things could change, but we don't live in that world.

Remember, violence exists to end human conflict (not to be confused with military conflict, which violence is the primary instrument of): Human conflict is when two parties oppose one another and communicate about what their goals and intentions are. Violence happens when communication stops. Communication stops, because parties cannot come to terms, or because nobody wants to be reasonable because the inherent request is unreasonable to the interests of the other party.

I'd love to say physics is the greatest threat, or maybe our concept of conflict but its not: * Its economics.

The concept of private-equity (not to be confused with venture-capital investment) is kiiiind of the dominant economic system on the face of the planet which dictates the interest of every nuclear power's actions against every non-nuclear power) is functionally dissolved, and investment models as we know them magically become better regulated OR a better economic system comes along which totally undermines private equity.

Its an economic finger-trap where most of the money that would be reinvested into people and technologies to push the world forward ends up getting swallowed up.

It also has private armies) and simulates the economy and political events in order to control them for maximum profitability. Yeah.)

We already live in Armored Core, folks.

And that economic system knows that if it gave free agents like ravens any kind of military power, it would functionally undermine itself, which is why it will never happen.

Private equity benefits from not having technology change, because its primary goal is wealth extraction. It leads to the collapse of every business you've ever seen go under, its why products undergo enshittification, which is coming for everything.

Its why the housing crisis happened, why the banking collapse happened, and its why there's an incentive to continue industrializing diseases like insulin instead of curing them.

tl;dr:

The one thing AC gets super wrong is you can either have the depressing relatable low-saturation late-stage hyper-capitalist dystopia where life is cheap on planet earth and everything terrible about South Korea times a thousand covers the whole world, and you need to have your own organs brought from you and leased back to you to lock you in to a lifetime of debt the same way everything else works...

OR

you can have the robot;

You can't have both.

e: I'd pick the robot any day

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Apologies for any inaccuracies, I haven't edited this and I threw the original together in the space of around 40 minutes. Questions very welcome: I enjoy giving long detailed and substantiated answers.

If you enjoyed this, please consider reading my other work on the theoretical design factors of mecha, their control systems, and my fictional writing in mechposting.

[fruitninja76]

Macro Tropes: Species

With how many fantasy races I've seen throughout the years, it's honestly a shame that macro art doesn't play with it more. For example,

Mermaid's limitation to always stay underwater would be really interesting when pared with an extreme size dynamic. Imagine how much teasing a macro mermaid could do to a tiny person just trying to swim in the ocean, with each little splash the mermaid makes resulting in a 50 foot wave that the tiny needs constant saving from. Or heck, even a micro mermaid being kept some sort of fancy fish tank sounds like it would make some interesting art. The best story I could imagine though is a story about a human and a giant mermaid falling in love, only for the human to get captured by pirates. So now there's this part of the sea no one can sail across because the mermaid tears apart any and all boats that pass through piece by piece, looking for their lost love.

Slime people have been used a couple of times from what i've seen, but rarely for something other than vore. Slimes have such unique powers like splitting into multiple different bodies or shapeshifting that I never see used. Heck, I've never even seen any art or story where a slime person grows anytime they eat anything, which makes perfect since and would be a genuinely interesting plot.

Robots are made out of cold and hard steel, I get it. But they're robots, they can customize themselves however they want! There's so many little details that make macro/micro interactions hard that it would be interesting to see all the little changed they'd make. For instance, It could be like that old mech anime where the bottom of their feet are connected to some sort of transport tube, so any time the robot wants to pick a tiny off the ground they just to a bit of casual traumatising. Or even something like a stomach compartment that's a little room for the tiny to stay in. Just going "Human, I cannot carry you and these boxes at the same time." before mercilessly throwing their little human down their throat. Not to mention the cold and calculated tone could be both very intimidating and very sweet.

Anthro gets more than it's fair share of macro art, but it's criminal how little it's actually used beyond ascetics. Like, they're covered in perfectly climbable fur, why isn't that used more often? Not to mention other things like how a cat girl's grooming would cause so many cases of accidental vore, or how a large anthro with a wagging tail could cause so much accidental damage to surrounding buildings.

[cloud-kaiju]

A really dumb experiment because I was trying to think of what the relationship between furry and monster girls was, and if any of my characters were one or the other or both.

So here is my conclusion!

Furry characters need to be animalistic to an extent. A plant, slime, or robotic character is only furry if they are suitably animal-y.

Monster characters are quite flexible, I think even mummies and zombies etc would fit here, but as you can see I dont have any lol

Size characters are simple, I guess with just macro being a label if they are furry size characters. But is micro furry only.... wait a second...

[admiral-mason]

Something original I made in Canva

Unlike other artworks I create which tend to take 2+ days due to procrastination, I finished this thing today lmao

Ironically enough I made this because I had the thought of reader in SAGAU being a giant mech instead of being in a divine/human body (I'm not the first to come up with the idea of reader being a machine though, see these posts here and here)

Now I'm gonna ramble about this guy's features and what he is because it's wack as hell and I like it (do be warned though, this thing is massively futuristic and some things may not make sense when trying to interpret them to real life)

This mech is a mobile factory; the two boxes up front contain microscopic synthesizers that obtain material from the rear compartment (which also houses the engine and CPU; it's technically a robot but I called it a mech because it's huge compared to a human). Then, its synthesizers procure parts for whatever it seeks to construct.

Some examples of commonly constructed items are more micro-drones, parts for repairing itself, tanks, and small aircraft.

The mech also contains an entourage of micro-drones (think like 1/10th the size of your palm) in its rear compartment, and they can haul objects 100x their size allowing them to assemble whatever the two boxes procure.

The machine's only self-defense is its singular 30mm autocannon on the bottom against ground targets and an AK-caliber anti-aircraft gun for the weakest air targets. Most of its defensive firepower must come from the units it produces. Thankfully, it builds mobile armies very fast.

It can also power up a defensive energy shield if need be, but this diverts power away from its legs and guns to do so.

To obtain material, its micro-drones can also salvage scrap metal and other materials which the mech stores in its rear compartment.

[kayzero]

hello, fellow zero escape fans, i need your help with something

i’m trying to explore the world of vlr, an Earth ravaged by Radical-6, and how such a world might change Sigma Klim so drastically from pervy unserious college kid to one of the greatest omnidisciplinary scientists that has ever or will ever exist

but i don’t know everything, or even a lot of things, so i don’t know what topics to explore. but i am Very Good at rationalizing things i know very little about.

this is where you come in. please send me comments, reblogs, DMs, and asks with topics to write about from the POV of Sigma Klim. anything will do as long as it relates to the VLR timeline in some way, but more specifically i’m looking for things that fit in these three categories:

What Went Wrong (micro, local events, reports from crash keys. e.g. perception of free the soul cult rallies from ‘crazy rambling asshole’ to ‘prophetic messiah’)

What Changed (macro, global events, e.g. antimatter bombs and rhizome construction)

What Sigma Learned (science stuff of all sizes, as minor as clockwork as dexterity exercises or as major as robotic prosthesis)

[moose-mousse]

It works!*

So I (FINALLY) put the final touches on the software for my robot PROTO! (Listen, I am a software person, not a coming-up-with-names person)

Basically, it is a ESP32 running him. He takes HTTP messages. Either GET odometry, or PUT twist. Both just being a string containing comma separated numbers

Odometry is the robots best guess based on internal sensors where it is (Since PROTO uses stepper motors, which rotates in tiny tiny steps... it is basically counting the steps each motor takes)

Twist is speed, both in x,y and z directions, and speed in angular directions (pitch, roll and yaw). This is used to tell the robot how to move

Now, since PROTO is a robot on two wheels, with a third free-running ball ahead of him, he cannot slide to the side, or go straight up in the air. You can TRY telling him to do that, but he will not understand what you mean. Same with angular movement. PROTO can turn left or right, but he have no clue what you mean if you tell him to bend forward, or roll over.

The software is layered (Which I use a BDD diagram to plan. I love diagrams!)

Basically PROTO gets a twist command and hands that over to the Differential_Movement_Model layer.

The Differential_Movement_Model layer translate that to linear momentum (how much to move forward and backwards) and angular momentum (how much to turn left or right). combines them, and orders each wheel to move so and so fast via the Stepper_Motors layer.

The Stepper_Motors turns the wanted speed, into how many steps each stepper motor will have to do per second, and makes sure that the wanted speed can be achieved by the motors. It also makes sure that the wheels turn the right way, no matter how they are mounted (In PROTO's case, if both wheels turn clockwise, the right wheel is going forward, and the left backwards.). It then sends this steps per second request down to the Peripheral_Hub layer.

The Peripheral_Hub layer is just a hub... as the name implies, it calls the needed driver functions to turn off/on pins, have timers count steps and run a PWM (Pulse-width modulation. It sends pulses of a particular size at a specific frequency) signal to the driver boards.

Layering it, also means it is a lot easer to test a layer. Basically, if I want to test, I change 1 variable in the build files and a mock layer is build underneath whatever layer I want to test.

So if I want to test the Stepper_Motors layer, I have a mock Peripheral_Hub layer, so if there are errors in the Peripheral_Hub layer, these do not show up when I am testing the stepper motor layer.

The HTTP server part is basically a standard ESP32 example server, where I have removed all the HTTP call handlers, and made my own 2 instead. Done done.

So since the software works... of course I am immediately having hardware problems. The stepper motors are not NEARLY as strong as they need to be... have to figure something out... maybe they are not getting the power they need... or I need smaller wheels... or I will have to buy a gearbox to make them slower but stronger... in which case I should proberbly also fix the freaking cannot-change-the-micro-stepping problem with the driver boards, since otherwise PROTO will go from a max speed of 0.3 meters per second, to most likely 0.06 meters per second which... is... a bit slow...

But software works! And PROTO can happily move his wheels and pretend he is driving somewhere when on his maintenance stand (Yes. it LOOKS like 2 empty cardboard boxes, but I am telling you it is a maintenance stand... since it sounds a lot better :p )

I have gone over everything really quickly in this post... if someone wants me to cover a part of PROTO, just comment which one, and I will most likely do it (I have lost all sense of which parts of this project is interesting to people who are not doing the project)

[goatbearshenanigans]

obligatory intro post!! howdy!!

hi, i'm October/Tobe, but Aden is what i go by in most online circles!! i'm a trans and queer amateur artist and writer, make naughty IRL content and love to infodump about my blorbos!! i'm a huge ttrpg nerd and anthropomorph enthusiast with a slew of interests, particularly when they're in freaky, kinky or horny contexts.

i made this blog so i can share my sexy brainstuff, mostly shortform writing i post elsewhere but i may share some longform stuff as well. i also got tired of seeing all the rad posts from Tumblr being reposted on other platforms, so i decided to sign up so i can get them right from the source.

as a general warning, this blog will contain a vast array of weird, kinky, freaky and taboo content. much of this will be intended as fantasy/fiction only, as i subscribe to the notion that--whether you are coping with real-world trauma or just entertaining yourself--what exists in fantasy cannot hurt you. any content referring to IRL play is implied to take place in an appropriate, risk-aware environment between consenting human adults!! with all that in mind, i am a lazy and disabled bitch so there will NOT be any content warning tags. block if you have to, that's what the button is there for.

i am a freak and will probably talk about other kinks or fetishes outside my norm on occasion. that said, posts here may include any of the following: musk/sweat, rimming/ass-worship, fantasy/sci-fi kinks, robots, anthros, furry shit, petplay, growth, size diff, macro/micro, vore (probs mostly anal), watersports/soiling (just urine), monsterfuckery, body horror/modification, predator/prey, cnc/non-con/dub-con, somno, violent kinks, bloodplay (potentially gore), manipulation, abduction, fearplay, mindbreak, intox/drugging, mental regression, hiveminds, torture, problematic dynamics, potentially snuff... you get the picture.

posts here will NOT include: farts/scat (check out @nastygoatbearthings for that stuff), detrans, raceplay (unless it's fictional races maybe?? speciesplay??), diapers, ABDL, anything that implies committing IRL illegal acts.

i should also clarify that i'm a pansexual, poly/enm and switch/verse, so posts may be directed towards characters of any gender or body type, potentially multiple at once and from any perspective. expect a mix of hes, shes, theys and its or vagueness in gender.

ask etiquette: feel free to ask raunchy questions, send flirty asks or direct any hate mail my way!! i don't mind images, IRL or artistic, but keep in mind that i don't roleplay and probably wont be anytime soon.

i'm a busy bitch but if you wanna say hi you can find me on Discord or Telegram: @/comment_section_preacher.

oh yeah and if i catch you following me and you don't have an age in your bio, i WILL be blocking you. you've been warned :3c

[thecandywrites]

Monster March 2025 Masterlist

Huge thanks to @borealwrites for their Epic Monster March Prompt List and for letting me particapate even two months later when my health took several downward turns, but that extra time allowed me to complete it.

Also huge thanks to @thetravelerwrites for their OkCryptid prompt that I always love to use for the Cryptid Prompt.

Day 1-Alrune- Wings Unlimited a new series like The Velvet Spa, only this caters to those with wings, you have your Lulliput Department for the smallest members of society with wings. You have your mediums and bigs too. Each department deals with each size of those with wings.

Day 2- Nymph- Wings Unlimited- The Q Word- As a limited medical professional, don't EVER say 'Quiet' in a hospital or other medical setting. The Q word is worse than any curse word becuase it practically does come with a curse, that that place will suddenly have their hands overflowing with more serious- life hanging in the balance- patients and you will have to wait, minimum 3-4 hours to be seen, if not 5 or 6. Speaking from experience.

Day 3- Eldritch Beings- Paper Dolls- Made Whole Again Part 2, Part 3

Day 4- Yokhai- Written in Stone Part 1- Part 2 will be in Monster March 2026 if Yokhai is a prompt again.

Day 5- Snake/Human Hybrid- The Otther Dentist Solutions because, just like with the Velvet Spa, wouldn't people with fangs and tusks and fangs need a special dentist too? Just to cater to their specific 'non human' needs?

Day 6- Drider- Part 3- Baby Carriers the hatchlings from last year want to be with Mom, even when she's not a Drider so they make her a twin baby carrier so that all of the babies, can have a day to with Mom. And actually get more one on one time with her than most driderlings do get with their mother. But that doesn't mean Dad is out of the picture, no, he's quite the stay at home dad that very, very few driderlings ever get to have.

Day 7- Dragon- A Talk With A Great Dragon- Basically it's Adorim from A Mother's Touch whining and complaining to the colonies' Great Dragons about how Allurah is too alluring and perfect.

Day 8-Minotaur- River and Rane Part 2- Laundry Day

Day 9- Giant- Hemi and Pix- Home Birth

Day 10- Elemental Spirit- The Talisman- The Plan

Day 11- Robot/Android- N95EE, yup, like the N95 mask, for Covid because 5 years later, it's still a thing.

Day 12- Satyr- Part 1- Lovey Dovey NSFW and Part 2- Lovey Dovey SFW- Yes I know, the only NSFW piece I wrote this year, I'm off my game, but next year, I'm bringing the NSFW. I will become the smutty, lemon factory I used to be- once again.

Day 13- Alien- Jika, Klip and Hazi- Part 7- Written on your face.

Day 14- Werewolf- Kabluey - The Great Lakes Pack Brotherhood+ The Great Lakes Clan Alliance= The Great Lakes Coalition

Day 15- Pixie/Fairy- Wings Unlimited- Wing Rot

Day 16- Centuar- Lukas and Maddison- Nap Time

Day 17-Succubus/Incubus/Concubus- Lotus House Part 3- Exit Exam.

Day 18-Sphinx - Part 2- Blue Lotus Seeds Because in Ancient Egypt, Blue Lotus Flowers and Seeds were treated like Viagra. I wish I was kidding. But nope, watched a whole nearly hour long documentary on it. And it really was totally a thing so me and my brain went. WE NEED BLUE LOTUS SEEDS. And I was like 'ok, ok, I'll add them, put the blueberries down.'

Day 19- Demon- Wings Unlimited Part 1 Look, I wanted a cute little Bad Omens style fluffy fic where an Angel and a Demon are married and they're doing something that for wing bearing creatures is supposed to be mundane but they make it sweet and fluffy because they're so in love, it's just pure adorableness. I had a mighty need for this, after whats happened in the last few years.

Day 20- Angel- Wings Unlimited Part 2 a cute little version of Bad Omens, where a Demon is married to an Angel and they're just so happy and in love and even the mundane is romantic.

Day 21- Merperson- Micro-mermaids- From Sushi Boat to Love Boat, yes I know it's a pun, but it's a cute and fun one.

Day 22- Shapeshifter - A Mother's Touch- Battle Training

Day 23- Doppleganger- BE THE BEAR Look, it's a wildly personal, my wildest dream- that for the assholes that USED to be my brothers in law who ended up hurting and abusing my sisters, and are, against my wishes, still breathing and alive and for now- unmauled. Instead of choosing the Man or the Bear, I choose TO BE THE MOTHERFUCKING BEAR ok? Like John Wick has Baba Yaga, I have Nanuq Aklaq- aka- Polar Grizzly Bear. And I WISH I could MAUL THESE ASSHOLES MYSELF AND RIP THEM LIMB FROM LIMB STARTING WITH THEIR DICKS FIRST AND EXPOSE THEM AS THE REAL MONSTERS I KNOW THEY REALLY ARE OK? So, this is very much for me, by me, the most self indulgent fic I had, that was I'm pretty sure my only reason to survive all of the shit that's happened to me in the last two years. Ahem, anyway...

Day 24- Vampire- Dr. Otther with The Otther Dentistry Solutions, CEO and Founder and Lead Dentist

Day 25- Nature Spirit- My Star of Purple, Part 2- Where Two Becomes Three

Day 26- OkCryptid- Jasmine and Jahan also OkCryptid is totally @thetravelerwrites thing and for me, it's practically law that for every Cryptid Prompt, there must be an OkCryptid submission. There just has to be.

Day 27- Ghost- Slow and Steady, Steady and Slow

Day 28- Non-Centuar-Taur- VIP vs Premier- Bianca and Bauvar Part 6

Day 29- Humanoid Animal- Zakira and Sulaimon -Numitku

Day 30- Fae- The Perfect Fae Creme Brulee

Day 31- Free Day- Fairy Wings For an Imperial Prince- Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6.

[michaelespositostatenisland]

Michael Esposito Staten Island - Influencer Marketing Strategies for Explosive Brand Influence and Business Growth

The advent of the digital age has introduced a fresh phase of consumer behavior. Gone are the days of blind trust in traditional advertising. Today's savvy audiences crave authenticity, connection, and recommendations from trusted voices. This is where influencer marketing steps onto the stage, offering a potent blend of brand storytelling and audience engagement. Michael Esposito Staten Island - Mastering Influencer Marketing for Effective Brand Influence demonstrates how this approach can be leveraged to achieve remarkable results.

However, navigating the vast influencer landscape can feel like wandering through a social media jungle. Fear not, intrepid marketer! By wielding the following strategies, you can craft an influencer marketing campaign that ignites brand influence and propels your business towards exponential growth.

Know Your Audience: Precision Over Popularity

The initial step involves discarding the mindset that favors larger sizes as inherently better. Despite the substantial followings of mega-influencers, their ability to reach a specific audience may not be as effective as that of carefully chosen micro-influencers. Research conducted by Socialbakers demonstrates that micro-influencers (typically with 10,000 to 50,000 followers) frequently achieve engagement rates that surpass those of mega-influencers by sixfold. Here's why:

Niche Expertise: Micro-influencers tend to cultivate deep connections with their followers, fostering a sense of community and trust built around a specific niche. Partnering with micro-influencers within your target demographic allows you to tap into a highly engaged audience already receptive to your brand message.

Authentic Advocacy: Forget robotic endorsements. Micro-influencers are often passionate about the industries they represent, making their content feel genuine and relatable. This authenticity resonates with audiences who yearn for real connections and honest recommendations.

Embrace the Power of Storytelling: Content is King (and Queen)

Effective influencer marketing goes beyond product placement. It's about weaving brand narratives into the fabric of the influencer's content. Here's how to unlock the power of storytelling:

Collaborative Content Creation: Don't dictate; collaborate. Work with influencers to understand their content style and create campaigns that feel organic within their feed. This ensures brand messaging resonates seamlessly without compromising the influencer's voice or authenticity.

Interactive Experiences: Move beyond static images. Leverage the power of interactive formats like live streams, Q&A sessions, and interactive polls to foster real-time engagement with your target audience. Encourage user-generated content (UGC) that furthers the brand narrative and fosters a sense of community around your brand.

Data-Driven Content Strategy: Don't be afraid to experiment. Track what resonates best with your target audience by analyzing engagement metrics across different content formats. Use this data to refine your influencer selection process and create future content that sparks conversations and drives action.

Harness the Power of Social Listening: Identify Your Brand Advocates

Social listening tools offer a goldmine of insights to identify potential influencer partners. These platforms allow you to monitor conversations within your industry and identify individuals who are already organically discussing products or services relevant to your brand. Look for voices generating positive buzz and engaging their audience with informative and engaging content. This approach allows you to:

Discover Untapped Gems: Unearth passionate advocates who may not yet be on your radar. These individuals already possess brand affinity and their genuine enthusiasm has the power to resonate deeply with your target audience.

Understand Influencer Performance: Analyze the types of content and messaging that resonate with audiences within your target demographic. This can help you curate collaborations that are more likely to generate positive sentiment and drive conversions.

Measure and Adapt: Refining Your Influencer Marketing Strategy

Don't think of an influencer marketing campaign as a one-shot deal. It's more like a strategic partnership that needs continuous optimization. Track key metrics across all platforms, including:

Engagement Rates: Measure likes, comments, shares, and saves to gauge audience interaction with the influencer's content.

Website Traffic: Track how many visitors are directed to your website through the influencer's channels.

Conversion Rates: Analyze how many visitors take action on your website, such as making a purchase or signing up for a newsletter.

By analyzing these metrics, you can:

Refine Influencer Selection: Identify influencers who consistently deliver the strongest results for your brand.

Optimize Content Strategy: Learn what types of content resonate most with your target audience.

Adapt Campaign Goals: Refine your goals based on the campaign's performance and adjust your strategy for future collaborations.

Finally, influencer marketing stands as a formidable strategy for brands to cultivate brand influence and drive business growth in the digital age. By embracing effective strategies, nurturing authentic partnerships, and adapting to evolving trends and technologies, brands can harness the full potential of influencer marketing to propel their influence and achieve sustained business growth. Michael Esposito Staten Island: Harnessing Influencer Marketing for Business Growth provides valuable insights into how brands can successfully leverage this approach. As the influencer marketing landscape continues to evolve, staying abreast of emerging strategies and technological advancements will be pivotal for brands aiming to elevate their influence and drive exponential business growth.

In summary, influencer marketing strategies play a pivotal role in shaping brand influence and driving business growth, offering brands a compelling avenue to resonate with their audience, foster credibility, and achieve sustained success in the competitive digital landscape.

[mychlapci]

I can't always enjoy stories with people because sometimes I want to stand up and shout, "that's not how it works!" But transformers… llc Ovio and eggs? Yes! Milky tits? Check it out! SIX milk tits? Even better! Size difference micro/macro, valvevore? Sign me up! This twink will stuff a toy the size of their shin into himself. This milf will squirt whole puddles. This cute nerd is the most depraved creature the world has ever seen. Yes, I believe every word you say!

YES, that’s what i really like about transformers. with humans it’s always like "you can’t actually penetrate the cervix" and "he’s a sixty year old man he can’t get pregnant" uh okay killjoy. but what do any of us know about these alien robots and about what they can and cannot do? they can have six milky titties, two pussies that are always pregnant, either with eggs or babies or whatever else you can think of. that old man get get pregnant! this milf can squirt! a guy can fit a toy as thick as his thigh into his pussy no problem! wooo i’m having fun!

[takepon007]

Danganronpa V3 Speculation: The World Structure and Fiction Ending

Since Danganronpa V3 was released, I played it with excitement, thinking, “A new Ronpa, how thrilling!” However, it seems this work is positioned as a sort of conclusion to the Ronpa series, and the Chapter 6 fiction ending has received quite a bit of criticism. I’d like to delve into some speculation about this. The first mystery to identify in V3 is, I believe, the world structure issue. What exactly is the world where Saishu Academy exists? There are a ton of foreshadowing clues regarding this, so I’ll first list them and then consider the world structure that can be inferred from them.

Kiibo is a robot, but in the prologue scene, Kiibo has no lines on his face and is wearing a normal school uniform, looking like an ordinary human. However, once his talent is assigned, he suddenly becomes a robot.

What’s particularly puzzling in V3 is the Flashback Light, a tool that rewrites memories. The Ronpa world occasionally has these fantasy-like elements, but the question is whether such a tool could realistically exist.

There’s the micro-sized Monokuma Cameraman, isn’t there? This, like the Flashback Light, is a strongly fantastical element.

As you progress through the game, buildings sprout from the ground, don’t they? What are those? What’s going on with that?

In Gonta Gokuhara’s execution, a giant bug appears, bursting through the Monokubs’ stomach to kill Gonta with a scythe. The vibe of this execution feels similar to Super Danganronpa 2, doesn’t it?

In Kirumi Tojo’s execution, people demanding her resignation suddenly appear, but there weren’t such people at the academy, were there? Who are they? It’s unclear where they came from, and even if you search the academy after the execution, they’re nowhere to be found, right?

There are doors in the academy that look like they’re from Dragon Quest. Those painted doors become accessible as the chapters progress. Does this mean it’s a world where paintings turn into real doors?

Honestly, the foreshadowing about the world structure could go on forever, but I’ll make this the last one: at the very end, when Shuichi and the others escape, you can see a rift in space, right? There’s a “DR” logo on the outer wall.

Considering these foreshadowing clues comprehensively, it’s likely that Saishu Academy in Danganronpa V3 exists in a virtual world. Like the world of a game, as in 2. It’s probably not the real world. The most important mystery in this work is the Chapter 6 fiction ending. If Saishu Academy existed in the real world and the killing game was happening there, we’d have to take the fiction ending at face value. But if it’s a virtual world, the situation changes. The issue of who the information is being transmitted to arises.

Layer 1: The Player Layer

Layer 2: The Ronpa Real-World Layer

Layer 3: The Virtual World of Saishu Academy

Given this structure, Tsumugi Shirogane, the mastermind in Layer 3, is making her claims to the audience in Layer 2. It’s being broadcast, after all. According to Tsumugi, all past Ronpa games are “real fiction,” where real people have different personalities and memories overwritten to create characters who participate in the killing game. There’s mention of “Junko Enoshima the 53rd,” but does Junko appear in all 53 works? Just as important as this real fiction issue is the GM cheating issue revealed in Chapter 6. It turns out the culprit in Chapter 1 was actually Tsumugi, the mastermind, and Kaede was innocent. The core of the killing game’s entertainment, fair play, wasn’t upheld. This raises suspicion that cheating occurred in all past killing games. Once this happens, the killing game probably can’t continue. No matter what they do, people will suspect cheating.

The information about the fiction ending and GM cheating issue is likely directed at the people watching the broadcast in the in-universe real-world layer. So, what’s the purpose of doing this? This is probably the heart of Danganronpa V3. What is the fundamental theme of the Danganronpa series? It’s the story of a world collapsed by the despair-inducing incident caused by Junko Enoshima, the people infected by despair, and Makoto and the others trying to do something about it. Ronpa ultimately needs to settle the conflict between despair and hope. Especially the people who idolize Junko Enoshima, treating her as a charismatic figure, and those influenced by her. Unless this is addressed, the world won’t return to normal. The countermeasure to this is likely the fiction ending and GM cheating issue in Danganronpa V3. “The Junko Enoshima you idolize is just fiction, you know? Why are you getting so serious about fiction? Come back to your senses. It’s all fiction.” That’s the kind of message it seems to convey. The goal is likely to nullify the influence of Junko Enoshima and the despair-inducing incident.

Related to this, who are the viewers watching the killing game in a peaceful world? It’s possible the “peaceful world” part is a lie, or they might be people set up within the virtual world, like the resignation-demanding protesters in Kirumi’s execution. There’s no foreshadowing here, so it’s just speculation. The approach is that the Ronpa world is, as depicted so far, a world destroyed by the despair-inducing incident. Junko Enoshima is a real person, not fiction, but as a message to the public, Tsumugi claims she’s fiction. As foreshadowing for this, she says this line after the trial: “Since I perfectly mimicked the ending where the plan fails at the very last moment, as a copycat, I should be proud, right?” Tsumugi calls herself a copycat of Junko Enoshima. This is probably the truth.

The true meaning of the Chapter 6 fiction ending can be inferred as such. If there were more solid foreshadowing, it’d be perfect. There’s some vague foreshadowing, so I’ll excerpt it: “Maybe Hope’s Peak Academy and the Remnants of Despair actually exist, and Tsumugi was mimicking Junko Enoshima’s killing game.” This is a line from Shuichi in the final scene. After going all-in on the fiction ending, including this line makes no sense unless it’s foreshadowing. “There are lies that lead to hope and truths that lead to despair.” This is narration from the final scene. The lie that leads to hope = the fiction ending, it can be inferred. “Could this lie have changed something? Could this lie have changed someone? Could this lie have changed the world? If it changed even a little…” This meaningful narration in the final scene feels like it vaguely suggests the speculation above.

The Chapter 6 fiction ending is an intentional lie to normalize the Ronpa world, likely orchestrated by someone in the real-world layer using the New World Program. Maybe Makoto and Kyoko?

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Fnaf bitty Ennard (R/Robotic)

Model: 1.0

Version: OG(Funtime)

Size: 9 inches tall(Micro) 3'2 feet tall (Mini) 6'2 feet tall (Fullsize) 9'2 feet tall (Bara)

Personality: Erratic, theatrical, existential, witty, emotionally intense, fragmented

Likes: Complex conversations, masks, dramatic monologues, long hallways, eerie lighting, carnival music, voice mimicry, puzzles, mirrors (but only certain ones), obscure books, quiet attention

Dislikes: Being called “just wires,” static interference, being told to “calm down,” overheating, small confined rooms, forced silence, isolation from other robotic bitties

Compatibility: All Enard bitties have 4 AIs for the 'true experence', so they tend to act like a system or their voicebox may break and make it sound like multiple people are talking at once as more than one AI tries to speak,

Ennard bitties tends to shift tone and behavior rapidly due to their shared AI structure, giving them a sometimes overwhelming presence. They can be deeply philosophical one moment, and eerily humorous the next, often speaking in riddles or layers. They are curious, observant, and oddly empathetic despite their eerie nature.

They require a patient handler who can adapt to inconsistent emotional and behavioral patterns.

They get along best with other robotic bitties, especially those from the Funtime series, and may experience distress or confusion when kept completely alone or with purely organic companions.

Additional info: Only spot wash with disinfectant whips, or remove suit to clean, do not remove suit without permission,

For charging a large, long, cord is provided, able to be plugged into the wall with an adapter or a small solar powered generator that is also provided, bitties can go a month without charge but daily charging is preferable, as after a day or two, depending of the bitty, they must go into a power saving mode and must use their reserves, and they will be very sluggish until a proper recharging takes place,

Performances: Abstract theater, multi-voice narration, experimental dance, existential monologues, mimicry acts, surreal puppet shows, fragmented storytelling(they can never truely remember the full story-)

In Universe: Originally designed as a "combination entity" formed from the AI and structural components of multiple Funtime models, Ennard's function was never meant for stage performance. They were instead a hidden narrative piece—part mystery, part secret. Post-deployment, some Ennards began functioning as lore guides, theme park scare actors, or glitch art installations.

They are not suitable for children or those uncomfortable with psychological performance or AI instability.

Difficulty: Expert

Features: Ennard(fanf 5/sister location)