An enforcer of a brutal lesbian empire begins to question if her rebel nemesis is truly as brainwashed as purported

I really love this story a lot, especially the middle chapters. It’s an excellent transmasc story with uncomfortable-yet-masterfully done through lines of bioessentialism. Genuinely excellent.

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Goddamn, I love this whole puzzle and how it unfolds. I love the language and the brutality and the perspective. Truly an exceptional experience and one of the best things I’ve read on this site.

Sartha Thrace, ace mech pilot, is always so confused. She’s a rebel, so why is she fighting on the wrong side? She’s a hero, so why do her comrades treat her like a rabid dog? Sartha Thrace is so fortunate that her beloved Handler is always there to help her understand

I first stumbled across this on another website a few months ago, and I have been nothing short of obsessed ever since. This is the story that got me into reading smut, this is the story that near-perfectly exemplifies the type of things I want to read. I’m transmasc, and even though I know these stories are written for people who are not me, I feel incredibly seen by them. (So much so that on a personal level, I have been engaging with some gender play and am planning a complex ‘scene’ with a friend based off of these stories in a way I have never once done before.)