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You meet an angel. They're the most beautiful creature you've ever seen with porcelain skin and wings with feathers as soft as clouds. Above their head is a gorgeous halo of radiant light. You are immediately enraptured by them.

The angel is curious about the mortal world so you show them all around your street and take them home. You feel embarrassed by all of the kinky shit you have lying around but they simply ask what it is all for.

You explain in much detail as shame wells in your chest and your cheeks burn about how some people enjoy being collared like dogs and others like being struck. You show them your collection of cocks, embarrassingly describing how your people enjoy not only the cocks of humans but those shaped like animals and creatures of myth.

They ask if there are angel dildos, you reply no. They seem disappointed so you offer to let them wear one of your straps to see what it feels like. With some trepidation they accept and soon have a massive silicon dick hanging from their hips.

They ask what they are used for, and you explain. You even offer to let them try, climbing onto the bed and offering up your holes to them. It takes only gentle encouragement before they're slamming into you over and over, stretching you wide as you moan and writhe. They enjoy when you scream "oh god" (it makes the act feel holy) and their unnatural strength makes their thrusts so hard your eyes almost roll back in your head as you cum.

The angel then asks what happened and you explain. The concept seems foreign to them. Angels do not experience such things. At least, they whisper, not in their mortal body. They indicate their halo. That beautiful ring that seems to be glowing even brighter now. You reach up and touch it, and the angel shivers and smiles. Gently you run your fingers around the circle and they let out a whimper that almost sounds pained. You're touching the essence of their being. The body is a projection, the halo is their true self. Your fingers slowly wrap around the halo and their eyes widen and they push you away.

The angel apologizes, to hold them like that would almost be too much. It would feel like controlling them, and they only serve the almighty. You nod along as your mind turns. You spend some time running your fingers along the halo, even pressing a vibrating wand against it which makes them whimper and even let out the most beautiful moan that nearly drives you to tears. Every pose they make is a work of art. Truly they are divine.

You need them. Whether to free them from the control of an uncaring deity or just because you can't bear to lose such a precious creature. You need them.

You continue to edge the angel with toys and fingers and even lapping your drooling tongue along the circle. It tastes like fire and comfort and hope. Your drool turns to gold as it drops onto their face. Eventually you try again, curling just a finger around the rim. They whimper but at this point you had given them so much pleasure they don't, or can't, stop you. You tug on the halo a little and it moves weightlessly, their body following inexorably.

Previously you couldn't get the thing to budge if you tried. But the moment you fully wrap around it, it is yours. The perfect tool of control. And what's more the angel is staring at you now not with confusion or fear but with utter adoring lust. Their tongue is out like a dog. You pull the halo again, yanking hard this time. They fall to the floor beneath it with a yelp of depraved pain. The kind of sound only a pure being could make. The essence of corruption made audible.

You take a leash from your desk. Pulling the angel closer you open the clip and hold it to the ring. You close it.

The angel collapses onto the ground, grasping at their halo in utter and complete ecstasy. Their body convulsing as they moan and whimper and whine and beg and plead and lustfully demand. The whole time the leash held in your hand slowly turning from a simple chain of stainless steel into solid gold inlaid with the most beautiful designs. The leather handle turns pure white. The clip at the end is gone now, the chain is permanently fused to the ring about their head.

The angel relaxes, staring up at you now. Their face the picture of absolute adoration. Worship. Love. Lust. Subservience. You pull on the chain, bringing them closer to you. You grasp their halo and shove it against your crotch, grinding against it lewdly. Utterly claiming it. And then you shove them to the floor and tell them to open their mouth, before riding their face while holding that ring like handlebars.

Angels aren't like you or I. We stole our free will and made our own destiny. We are our own rulers. But an angel? They were made only to serve. They know nothing else.

So why not make them serve you? You'll never find a better fuckdoll.

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You know you wish you could fall asleep inside someone's sheath, it's so normal everyone wants to do it.

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Drone.Ion: Industry standard drone conversion surgery. (Warning: very medical!)

(Inspired by @slayssins!)

This is a basic overview of the industry standard dronification process, which serves to convert the subject into an easily customizable drone that can be used and modified for many different applications.

Surgery preparation:

It is crucial that all cybernetic parts (CPU, heart augmentations, etc) are fully prepared and ready to be linked into the body before any surgery is done. Also, ensure the subject has been dosed with whatever sedative is being used before, so that the surgical unit and operator can know their tolerance and dose them appropriately. Units that were awake during surgery exhibit 57% more disobedient and asocial behavior after full conversion.

Surgery itself:

The procedure takes roughly 18-24 hours. Once the subject is fully sedated, submerged in the antibiotic gel, and locked into the operating unit, their limbs will be amputated and cauterized at the knee and elbow joints and fitted with electromagnetic pads, which can later be synched with a variety of useful modular limbs. The patient’s torso is opened up, and the digestive tract and reproductive organs are removed to make space for the battery. A “tail” is affixed to the tailbone and runs directly to the battery, and it can be used both as a charging cord and a makeshift leash. The heart is either augmented or outright replaced, and blood is siphoned and replaced with electrosynthesis fluid. The lungs are redundant and can be removed.

The head is a particular delicate area of the body, but it is not free from undergoing significant changes. All sensory organs (ears, nose, mouth, and eyes) are removed, and the face is cauterized and set with electromagnets and various other miscellany to ensure that the sensory input from the faceplate is transmitted to the cpu with minimal latency.

The most dangerous part of the procedure is brain alteration. Significant portions of the frontal lobe are carved away, as well as parts of the the hippocampus, and the nanotechnology-enhanced wetware CPU is placed in the hollow left behind. This ensures that the leucotomy lacks any negative externalities (as the cpu picks up the slack very efficiently), and gives the admin exact control of each drone’s memories and cognitive capabilities, ensuring that they are just as intelligent as needed to complete their assigned work: No more, no less.

The face is then fitted with a screen display, all open wounds are closed, and all exposed skin is fit with a durable, yet flexible metallic chassis. The nanolatex topcoat is optional but recommended, as it allows the admin to map, intensify, dull, and control sensory nerves, including erogenous zones. Orgasm is achievable, but should be only permitted as an extremely valuable reward for exceptional units.

Recovery:

Most units are ready to begin work within 48 hours of conversion, and if the procedure is done successfully, there will be no long term complications. However, some units experience errors stemming from phantom pain. If a unit is moving unusually slowly or jerkily, aerosolize pain medication and feed it into the body via the port on its throat. If “pained” behavior continues, remap pain to pleasure.

[soupsheath]

Drone.Ion: Industry standard drone conversion surgery. (Warning: very medical!)

(Inspired by @slayssins!)

This is a basic overview of the industry standard dronification process, which serves to convert the subject into an easily customizable drone that can be used and modified for many different applications.

Surgery preparation:

It is crucial that all cybernetic parts (CPU, heart augmentations, etc) are fully prepared and ready to be linked into the body before any surgery is done. Also, ensure the subject has been dosed with whatever sedative is being used before, so that the surgical unit and operator can know their tolerance and dose them appropriately. Units that were awake during surgery exhibit 57% more disobedient and asocial behavior after full conversion.

Surgery itself:

The procedure takes roughly 18-24 hours. Once the subject is fully sedated, submerged in the antibiotic gel, and locked into the operating unit, their limbs will be amputated and cauterized at the knee and elbow joints and fitted with electromagnetic pads, which can later be synched with a variety of useful modular limbs. The patient’s torso is opened up, and the digestive tract and reproductive organs are removed to make space for the battery. A “tail” is affixed to the tailbone and runs directly to the battery, and it can be used both as a charging cord and a makeshift leash. The heart is either augmented or outright replaced, and blood is siphoned and replaced with electrosynthesis fluid. The lungs are redundant and can be removed.

The head is a particular delicate area of the body, but it is not free from undergoing significant changes. All sensory organs (ears, nose, mouth, and eyes) are removed, and the face is cauterized and set with electromagnets and various other miscellany to ensure that the sensory input from the faceplate is transmitted to the cpu with minimal latency.

The most dangerous part of the procedure is brain alteration. Significant portions of the frontal lobe are carved away, as well as parts of the the hippocampus, and the nanotechnology-enhanced wetware CPU is placed in the hollow left behind. This ensures that the leucotomy lacks any negative externalities (as the cpu picks up the slack very efficiently), and gives the admin exact control of each drone’s memories and cognitive capabilities, ensuring that they are just as intelligent as needed to complete their assigned work: No more, no less.

The face is then fitted with a screen display, all open wounds are closed, and all exposed skin is fit with a durable, yet flexible metallic chassis. The nanolatex topcoat is optional but recommended, as it allows the admin to map, intensify, dull, and control sensory nerves, including erogenous zones. Orgasm is achievable, but should be only permitted as an extremely valuable reward for exceptional units.

Recovery:

Most units are ready to begin work within 48 hours of conversion, and if the procedure is done successfully, there will be no long term complications. However, some units experience errors stemming from phantom pain. If a unit is moving unusually slowly or jerkily, aerosolize pain medication and feed it into the body via the port on its throat. If “pained” behavior continues, remap pain to pleasure.

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Hey c'mon, we got a few minutes of break, let's make it worth it~

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Commission for Balloonpup.

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What is a no choices night?

Imagine for a moment that the clock strikes 6pm and from this point forward, you are no longer in charge of anything that happens. You respond to instructions only. If you reach a decision point, you ask for direction. Ideally there's protocol on common things, how to ask for food, the bathroom, water. No choices means no choices. If you're not allowed to do something specifically, you cannot do it.

If you're instructed to do something, you do it without thinking. You just follow directions. For me, the ideal version of this allows me to be nonverbal, collared and leashed. I am not to go beyond the reach of my leash without explicit instructions. If I'm told to do something in a specific way, I carry out the task as instructed.

This could mean I'm using my mouth on the person holding my lead, giving them oral exactly how they tell me to. It could mean cooking them a meal. We watch what they put on the TV, we go where they say we go, we do what they say we're doing. No choices means no choices.

Clear?

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Keeping a taur in a straightjacket and treating them like a dog should be normal

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My wolfwife <3

good morning uwu

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Interesting argument about tiny rights, but have you considered that you are dildo sized?

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I had this idea in mind all day.

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Discovering his new body.

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It’s common for Fleshcrafters to own fleshstock, usually people they keep alive for their various experiments and/or amusement. They tend to have different habits when it comes to reshaping their victims, though: some keep them in various jars, completely formless, some others just merge them all together into a big mass out of laziness, and of course there are some who like to reshape them as cubes for easy storage, and those who prefer keeping them mostly normal to use them as servants.

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The Space Brothel’s new acquisition. —————————– Sharksuit dollification, my weakness!

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lube funny