FROM HIGH ORBIT RIGHT TO YOUR DOORSTEP IN TEN MINUTES OR LESS

"Take my hand, boy. I'll show you how it's done." The words of the grey-haired woman were smooth and comforting, like the warmth of a hot cocoa during a Terran winter. She extended a whirring, robotic arm down to me while she hung from one of the climbing bars that dotted the legs of her mech. I hopped up and grabbed her hand before I braced myself by grabbing a piece of armor that jutted up to act as a kneecap for the multi-ton war machine. With her careful assistance I managed to clamber into the cockpit. I quickly sat in the cushioned seat and glanced around at the array of screens and tactical readouts. Everything from a RADAR to a complete threat readout. It, understandably, showed nothing as a major threat. She could see the glazed over, almost glassy gleam in my eyes as the sensory overload of this much tech in such a cramped space wracked my mind.

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"Put on the gloves and headset. The other stuff is for when the mech is doing its own thing and you'd rather just watch the fireworks. Ain't that right, Lilith?" The woman patted the metallic carapace of her mech affectionately as a large, armored hand swung into my view as it displayed a thumbs up.

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"Affirmative, Captain. Every day is Independence Day when I get the reigns." The feminine yet subtly robotic voice spoke with an undertone of a burning passion. Likely for burning and or destroying things. Lilith was the mech's artificial intelligence, if I had to guess. I discarded my momentary thoughts before I slipped the heavy, electronics-laden gloves and headset on. In a single moment my senses had become intertwined with the fifty ton mech. I felt the unpleasantly warm Aurax IV air wash over my metal frame. I saw the crowd that had gathered around the visiting pilot and her mech, each one more eager than the last to get a chance to do what I was in the midst of doing. I heard the subtle hum of the engine blend with the chirping birds. I flexed it's-no, my hands as I became so impossibly aware of both myself and this... new extension.

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It was then that I realized what it meant to be powerful. To be strong. To tower over others with the power of titans and gods in the palm of your hand and strapped to your hip. To say it awakened something in me was an understatement.

IF DREAMS ONLY COME TRUE IN FAIRY TALES, THEN WHERE'S MY PIXIE?

Good day to everyone who has managed to make it this far into my silly, self-indulgent post! I'm looking for limitless (or close to it) submissives who are comfortable taking up the role of gamemaster for this relatively specific concept: I want to play an up and coming mech pilot who has decided to form their own paramilitary outfit, and I want you to play the chaotic, hyper-diverse world that they will inhabit. From the members of their outfit to the enemies and allies they will inevitably make while being contracted.

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In terms of kinks and limits, I'm pretty much open for... well, everything. Almost. The biggest limits I have are as follows: being submissive, filth, hyper fat/muscle, blueberrification. Aside from those, you'd be hard pressed to find something I don't at least occasionally enjoy. As such, I'd prefer someone similar.

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Now, when you message me, please include some of your favorite (and most perverted) kinks, your Discord or Kik handle (or neither, if you'd prefer to keep this to Reddit), and a little bit about yourself. Of course, more information than that is always appreciated! Though, less will drop your chances of being chosen quite drastically. I've put effort into developing this idea, so I will expect some level of effort being put forth in return.

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With all of that said, I'm looking forward to your message! Have a wonderful day in the meantime~!