Endry, Doe in the Headlights
@smutsmitten.bsky.social
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Call me Endry. Pronouns are left as an exercise for the reader. 20s. 18+ only! I'm mostly posting microfic and compiling horny art I like here. Be warned: frequent hard kinks, only sometimes with CWs, and very bisexual.
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Hi there! Resident switchy pervert and on-and-off writer here. You can call me Endry (subject to change), pronouns are dealer's choice.

Here's a thread containing some of my own favorite posts and threads I've posted here. Warning for hard kinks below, as is the case for my page in general!
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whoa. yeah, same boat. that's a preddy good picture huh.
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hm. i don't usually think of an article of apparel as "kissable," but,
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Repeatedly shoving a boy’s head into a bucket of horse piss till he calls himself a girl.
Doing it for a couple more months till he looks like one as well.
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Day 7: Science. Another case of liking the concept but being less than enthused about my own execution of it. Ah well.
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Kinktober Day 7: Science

1/18. CW: noncon, body modification, selfcest (clones)

Her mind had always been the limiting factor. There was only one Dr. Ania Kells, after all, and even a mind as glorious as hers was limited in its focus.

But she was very good at overcoming limiting factors.
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it's like they don't live in the same world. like, one of the most well-known brother/sister pairs in fiction kissed on-screen, right? the steamy sibling smooches in empire strikes back were seen by millions. no one died.
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Kinktober 2025 - Day 7
#kinktober #kinktober2025

Prompt: Targeted
Title: "Team Boy Toy"

Inspired by erotic audio "On the fence" by @chilittlewolf.bsky.social and friends! www.reddit.com/r/gonewildau... (it's GOOD)

CN: Exhibitionism - Bondage - noncon-to-con - Sweat - SPH - Free Use - Femdom
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Seven was left alone, in the corridor, in a frilly maid dress.

She could escape. Maybe. Probably. She knew all the defenses, the layout, even if her brain was... worse.

But she still tasted her other self's spit in her mouth. It tasted correct.

She would stay. This is what she was made for.
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The other Ania pulled back. "Not sure if you remember, but we always wanted to do that." She got Seven moving again with a sudden spank. "Okay, I've got better shit to do. You know the way to the kitchen, right? Make some, uhhm... pilaf. And try and be quick, before any of us come looking for more."
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Seven turned to face... what number was this? Her head was still so foggy. The woman's hand gripped her chin, turning her face side to side, admiring her.

Without warning, she pressed her lips into Seven's, stuffing her tongue into her mouth. Seven blinked in surprise, but stayed docile.
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She was marched off by one of the clones, still tripping over her own feet.

The Ania walking with her sighed in contentment. "Wow, this was one of the best ideas I've had. Look how well you turned out." She stopped and gave Seven a casual grope, eliciting a yelp.
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At some point, the flow of sex-hungry clones dried up, and the chorus of moans gave way to eager conversation. Seven was stuffed into a maid dress, tight, too small, just as her brain started to be able to parse sentences again.

"...Okay, I'll bring her to the kitchen. This fresh body's hungry."
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Time passed in a blur. Was it twenty minutes? An hour? She couldn't tell and didn't care. All she knew was the parade of identical, familiar bodies using her. She licked asshole, she sucked cock, she was fucked and titfucked. All protests were forgotten in a haze of sex.
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Seven's mind unraveled in seconds. What was she doing? She felt so warm all of a sudden, and she was so sensitive all over, and the smell in her face was amazing, and...

"Kiss, cunt!"

She did without even thinking about it, puckering her lips and making out with the asshole in front of her.
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She tried begging again, and got out a plaintive "Wait, I'm..." before one of her fellow clones' assholes was planted right on her face. Muffled laughter rose from all around her. She tightened her lips in refusal.

Then she felt a pinch at her neck, and her addled brain remembered the drugs.
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She had never been well-built in the first place, and she remembered reducing muscle mass for this body. She stood no chance.

"Two, grab her other arm—"
"I'm not Two, I'm Five—"
"Dibs on her asshole!"
"I thought we were rolling dice — fuck it, dibs on her mouth."

It was like she wasn't even there.
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Ania — fuck, was that even her own name? — tried to push her way through the carbon-copy crowd, but this ridiculous body was too clumsy. She tripped, and down she went. The other Anias followed her, grabbing, holding.
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She tried to protest, assert that she was still a genius, that they had no right to treat her like this, but the words wouldn't come out right. Her tongue kept stumbling.

"Aww, what was that, Seven?"
"Think we turned her brainpower down a liiiittle too much, eh?"
"She wasn't gonna use it anyway."
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They clustered around her, hands shooting out to squeeze her ass and tits.

"Oh WOW we did a good job."
"Look at these fuckin' udders. Like, uh, what was that porn star's name?"
"Ahaha, her face. Sorry you lost the die roll, sis. Wouldn't wanna be ya."
"Is the maid outfit out of the fabricator yet?"
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Ania looked behind her, and her dread was confirmed. That wasn't the master pod. It was one of the production pods. SHE was the clone.

Then the other capsules began to hiss and open. All six of them. Before she knew it, she was surrounded with copies of herself. Or, her old self.
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Her chest was swollen unrecognizably, enough to fill F-cups, surely. Her cock had gone the opposite direction, and barely poked out an inch from between her legs. She was *shorter*, her hips were wider, her body softer...

All the same modifications she'd given to that one special clone.
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Light.

Ania blinked her dry eyes. Goodness, it felt like it had been a while. With a hiss of air, the pod door opened, and she stepped out —

— and stumbled. Her center of balance was off, her muscle memory was all wrong. She looked down at her naked form.

Oh no. Oh no. There'd been some mistake.
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And that's when inspiration struck. Why not have one clone specifically dedicated for the less desirable tasks? Chores, cooking... maybe a few other things... heh heh heh.

By the time she clambered into the master cloning pod and fell into a deep sleep, she'd spent hours tweaking the "extra" clone.
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Figuring out the cloning system was the easy part. The harder part was figuring out how many secondary Anias to make. It was hard enough doing the chores already, and cleaning up after heroes trashed her lair. How could she possibly bear several times as much dirty laundry, or dishes?