Eagerly Collared
Isabella, a pangolin with a serious need to submit, offers a request to the TMUM Board (Take Me, Use Me) but almost immediately regrets it, feeling that it's more that there's something wrong with her. However, when a mysterious collar shows up, something in her makes her try it out, and...well, the results speak for themselves.
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Eagerly Collared
For PineconePangolin
By Draconicon
When the urge came to be controlled, it used to be that there was no easy option. One could have put out a personal ad, yes, but one had no idea what sort of person would be taking it up on the other end, nor did they know if it would be safe. Isabella, a pangolin that regularly suffered from the need to be under the control of another, often looked back at the old times with fear and shivers, grateful that she didn't live under the same problems.
Yet, as she stood under the glowing screen of the TMUM Board, she still felt a slight hint of shame. She knew that she shouldn't, that her submission was a societally recognized need, and that she shouldn't feel bad about giving in so that it wouldn't grow overwhelming and turn into something else. It was a recognized psychological urge, and one that had no downsides, as long as it was not over or under-indulged. She knew, moreso, that several friends of hers had gone through this before, and they'd come through it perfectly fine.
It didn't make it any easier for the little pangolin to go through the different menus and options for submitting her own fantasy to the Board. Standing there with the other subs that were suffering from the same thing was embarrassing enough; filling out a holo-tablet with her kinks and needs in public, at a board that was barely less public than a bus stop - and no less exposed - was something else.
"Um...uh...yeah..."
Her cheeks were burning red, and the scales along her back reflected the light of the Board overhead. The fact that there were other people putting down their own fantasies was not helping, nor was the fact that the list of qualified doms that could take her fantasies wasn't shrinking nearly as much as she thought it would as she put in what she did and didn't want to happen to her. It was intentionally left vague, yes, but the girl had thought that there'd be too many people that were against what she liked.
Total Body Control.
Bestiality.
Slave-play.
All of those and more had been put in, and despite everything, she could see that it was still a long list. There were plenty of people that might take her in, if she was just willing to allow it to happen. If they were tempted by her photo submission, that was.
Isabella blushed, looking at the collection of photos that she had. They were all rather...mundane. Nothing really showed off who she was, what she could do, or anything like that. They were all just...everyday. Average.
Still blushing, the pangolin looked side to side. The other subs looked like they were still focused on their input screens, which meant she might...if she were quick...
The pangolin hovered her finger over the hologram button for the camera, and quickly pulled the front of her pants down. It exposed her pussy right off the bat, and she tapped the screen, taking a picture before yanking them back up. The input screen asked if she wanted to submit the photo, and she tapped 'yes' before she could have a chance to think about it.
"Holy -"
"Did she just -"
"Damn, that's a sub, alright."
And just like that, the slight urge to show off was replaced with utter humiliation. Isabella covered her face with one hand, submitting the request to the TMUM Board, then ran as fast as she could for the bus. If it was accepted, someone would come get her...eventually.
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The pangolin got off the bus at her apartment building, the levitation field under the vehicle scorching the back of her pants as she got off a bit too fast. She hurried inside, her chip in her palm opening the door quickly. The repairman must have fixed the reader so that it didn't glitch anymore.
As she dragged herself down the hall, she wondered if she'd done the right thing. It felt like something that only some deviant would go through with, someone with something wrong with them. She had basically put her name down as a girl to be kidnapped and used for a weekend, and while it was supposed to be safe...
Ugh. Why can't I just...
She shook her head, pressing the back of her hand to the chip-reader on her door. It opened with a click, but she'd barely taken a step inside before she froze.
Hanging in front of her, dangling from the ceiling on a slender piece of wire, was a chrome collar. It displayed a holo-note in front of it, too, the blue light flickering slightly as the wire turned the collar this way and that, but it was clear enough to her.
Wear if serious. Free Will Surrender will be active for 48 hours.
"Oh god. Oh, god oh god oh god..."
The pangolin shut the door before any of the neighbors could see, despite knowing that she was ostensibly protected from the Public Decency laws just by having signed up at the Board. She stared at the collar as she leaned against the door, her breath coming in short huffs, her eyes wide as she tried to take in the fact that this was really happening. The chrome collar continued to slowly turn, the holo-note still burning like an afterimage in front of her eyes.
Oh god...oh god...
It was really happening. It wasn't just a pipe dream. She was...someone was offering...
The pangolin took one shaky step after another towards the collar, standing an arm's length away from it as she stared at the note. There was no signature, only the promise that it was from one of the doms that worked through the TMUM Board. Someone had already taken steps to secure her, and...and had left this...beautiful collar...
Hesitantly, she reached out. The wire snapped easily as she nudged the collar, and she almost dropped it before she managed to get hold of it again. She turned it around in her hand, looking at the inside of the band. There were little plates and catches in there, places where hidden nodules, needles, and more could be pushed out against her neck. The thought of someone else drugging her up to make her unwilling and unable to resist, or injecting her with nanites to turn her body into latex or chrome, or spreading wires to her spine to just directly control her like a robot...
Oh, that last one...
The pangolin shivered, her knees knocking, the crotch of her pants going dark as she imagined wearing it for real. But then, she realized, she didn't have to imagine it. She could...she could put it on...
She could be someone's toy for a weekend...
Just thinking that was enough to make one side of the chrome collar click, something sliding in, opening it up and allowing it to slide on a hinge. It had read her thoughts, reacting to her needs; it was a very advanced collar, indeed.
Her breath came in short, barely-there huffs, her eyes wider than ever, and she almost blacked out from lack of oxygen. She had to force herself to breathe normally, holding the collar near her neck. The temptation, the urge, the utter need preyed on her mind, and it was like there was someone else holding the collar, some other 'her' that was brave enough to wear it.
Put it on...put it on...
It was her voice, her own voice begging her to shove it around her neck, to take on the role of a slut and slave. Her hands shook as they moved closer and closer to her neck, the cool metal already chilling her flesh as it hovered centimeters from her neck.
Put it on!
Click. The collar sealed itself around her neck, just as it had opened. Isabella gasped, grabbing at the metal collar, but it was too late. It was done.
"Nnngh!"
It was nothing more than a sharp pinch, less than what she would have felt from a needle, but she felt the squirming under her skin, the slithering of the wires that were digging through her veins, making their way towards the back of her neck. Her breath came harder, faster, her crotch soaking wet as she felt a muscle relaxant sliding in from the collar. Her limbs felt fuzzy, almost numb, at first, and then almost dead, like she couldn't move them. No matter how she tried, she couldn't.
As the pangolin slumped down against the wall, her body completely helpless, she felt the wires sparking against her spine. One finger jerked, twitched against her palm. Another spark, and she felt an eye close, then open again. Her entire body was explored, twitching, jerking, moving.
And through it all, she could feel her own control slipping away. She was nothing, nothing but a passenger in the back of her own mind.
The wriggling, writhing wires in the back of her neck finally found their places against her spine, and she felt the zapping slow. The collar was flooding her with something else, now, something that made her crotch feel even hotter, even needier. She swore that she was starting to ooze her juices faster than a broken faucet, becoming a marked, wet slut.
Then, she felt it. A definite movement through the collar, a spark that made her leg move, then her arm, pushing her up to her feet.
Her free will was gone. She could not fight, she could not speak. She could not do anything that was not commanded of her. As of that moment, she was no longer a free pangolin, but rather, a scaly, eager doll that was attached to someone's distant remote control. Made to get to her feet, Isabella felt and watched herself strip down, the pangolin removing anything that wasn't her collar. Her body bared, she was left dripping, her juices running down her thighs, her holes clenching around nothing. MADE to clench around nothing, as her pucker and her pussy were made to clench intentionally.
Her legs marched her forward, and soon, she was in the hallway again, walking naked back to the street. She would have blushed, but that function was denied to her. Instead, she was given something else. Something cool running through her veins, something that was slowly turning her plates and her skin to something dull, then shiny, then silver.
It seemed she would be more than just a metaphorical sex doll. This weekend, she would be a sex-bot, mindless, will-less, and totally under the control of her weekend dom.
She almost came on the spot.
The End
Summary: Isabella, a pangolin with a serious need to submit, offers a request to the TMUM Board (Take Me, Use Me) but almost immediately regrets it, feeling that it's more that there's something wrong with her. However, when a mysterious collar shows up, something in her makes her try it out, and...well, the results speak for themselves.
Tags: F/solo, pangolin, nudity, exhibitionism, slut, sub, slave, collar, transformation, control, robot, drugs, humiliation, needy, submission,