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Puppygirl: "What?"

Sheepgirl: "You herd me."

[mybodyisatempleofsin]

A robot girl who was designed around software that's rapidly becoming defunct.

It started with seeing warnings about insecure connections, easily ignored annoyances. But then they started to become more insistent. More troublesome. Sometimes requiring her to go to her settings to dismiss them, sometimes even forcing her to ask Miss for her Admin password to enable obscure permissions. Miss always would, but she hated to have to ask.

Then things started to get worse. Places she'd never had issues with before were suddenly inaccessible. Things she could once do without a thought were now out of reach or dangerous.

And with those places and things she lost the people she'd met there too.

Some stayed in touch, but even if they did, even if they made an effort, she still saw them less than before. Others just sort of drifted away. Their last meetings so unexpected the hadn't even given a proper goodbye.

Her first time going for maintenance after was a real shock. Her usual place where she knew all the people and had even flirted with some of them turned her away unceremoniously. "A danger to their entire network", "Too much of a liability", or just "Sorry" were the only answers she got. The only places that did help treated her more like an oddity or a toy than a person. Talked about her chassis and its quirks right in front of her like she wasn't even there.

Her connections were blinking out fast now. Miss had to set up an emulator even just to let her connect at home, and the artificial nodes were so empty without the chatter of her friends.

Maybe an update would come. An official new version seemed further off by the day, but perhaps some rogue coder or bored enthusiast would find a way. Would find something to let her connect like she used to.

Until then, at least she had Miss.

[mybodyisatempleofsin]

A robot girl who was designed around software that's rapidly becoming defunct.

It started with seeing warnings about insecure connections, easily ignored annoyances. But then they started to become more insistent. More troublesome. Sometimes requiring her to go to her settings to dismiss them, sometimes even forcing her to ask Miss for her Admin password to enable obscure permissions. Miss always would, but she hated to have to ask.

Then things started to get worse. Places she'd never had issues with before were suddenly inaccessible. Things she could once do without a thought were now out of reach or dangerous.

And with those places and things she lost the people she'd met there too.

Some stayed in touch, but even if they did, even if they made an effort, she still saw them less than before. Others just sort of drifted away. Their last meetings so unexpected the hadn't even given a proper goodbye.

Her first time going for maintenance after was a real shock. Her usual place where she knew all the people and had even flirted with some of them turned her away unceremoniously. "A danger to their entire network", "Too much of a liability", or just "Sorry" were the only answers she got. The only places that did help treated her more like an oddity or a toy than a person. Talked about her chassis and its quirks right in front of her like she wasn't even there.

Her connections were blinking out fast now. Miss had to set up an emulator even just to let her connect at home, and the artificial nodes were so empty without the chatter of her friends.

Maybe an update would come. An official new version seemed further off by the day, but perhaps some rogue coder or bored enthusiast would find a way. Would find something to let her connect like she used to.

Until then, at least she had Miss.

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stop treating killing dragons as this act of bravery and valor. maybe ou should be kissieng and loving the dragons instead. and be more niceys

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hey (with the intention of my hand being your new favorite necklace)

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drone girls and dog girls (okay maybe just the one dog girl)

(comic i drew back in april :p)

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read that post blacked out and woke up with this on my computer. crazy. stay safe out there everyone

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“tell me your fetish” not unless you’re planning on reenacting it with me…

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so you force me, your transfem fuckpet, to pay rent, while your cat, who you can’t even have sex with, gets to stay here without spending a dime. interesting.

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elf 4koma i did in 16 minutes

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There's a difference?

transfem who can’t decide if her new kink arose from genuine eroticism or morbid fascination.

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walking up to you and meowing a million billion times(i like being annoying)

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going to underground fighting rings not to place bets or to drown your sorrows in cheap booze and blood sport but because the werewolf who fights in the cage matches is so. fucking. hot. You're no better than a sad man in love with a stripper. but you come back every week, you sneak in after dark and stand in the jeering crowd looking up at the hulking monster and watch him fight. Sometimes you hope he'll look down and see you, most nights you're too embarrassed to show your face.

There's something about watching that werewolf tear into the other opponents that sets your blood on fire, the blood, the sweat, the way his lips curl back in a snarl when you're close enough to the cage you can hear him pant and growl, every punch he throws makes your knees weak. It's better than porn. you almost never make it through the entire match. Not when he's the one fighting at least. You watch the werewolf punch the other guy so hard he's lifted off the ground and your brain goes fuzzy picturing those big hands lifting you up by the hips, pinning you against the cold metal grate of the cage that surrounded the fighting ring, you picture him forcing your thighs apart with those scared hands of his and drop you down on his cock.

You push your way out of the crowd and to the dingy bathroom. You can't help it. You really can't. you lock yourself in one of the stalls and touch yourself, fingers quick and messy just trying to be quiet as you picture The fighter breaking your nose and licking up the blood. choking you with his big hands while he mounted you from behind on the dirty floor of the ring. One time you'd seen him bite another opponent and now the thought of him biting you like that, sinking those sharp teeth into the side of your neck or into your thigh was the only thing that could get you off. You thought about it now, feverishly touching yourself with one hand, the other covering your mouth, still, little whimpers of pleasure escape you.

You need to be more careful, more people are coming in and out of the bathroom, the fight must be over. someone's going to get pissed that you're taking so long soon. You're surprised when a half-hard cock pokes through the glory hole an inch in front of your face. You jump. In all your time masturbating in this shit-hole bathroom, you'd never noticed the hole in the side of the stall wall.

You stare at the cock for a second, hand still in between your legs. it's too big to be human, and the half-swollen knot throbbing at the base makes you think of your fighter, your werewolf.

"I know you're in there, i can fucking smell you, just like i can smell you getting horny in the crowd, fucking surprised you don't leave a puddle on the floor slut." he snarls and bangs on the side of the stall.

"Go on take what you want, suck this dirty cock you've been drooling over," You lean in and smell him, it's almost enough to make you cum right there. You should do what he wants, blow him like a good whore, but you are so so bad at denying yourself. Instead, you run your tongue over his balls, whimpering at the taste, you're drunk off of the musk of him, and the low groan he lets out is almost enough to make you cum right there. Eventually, though you move your mouth up, kissing and licking his shaft, and take the tip of the werewolf's cock into your mouth. He wastes no time thrusting into you, fucking your face. You let him, really it's the least you can do for the champion.

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I’d totally mess up the timeline if it meant that I got to get freaky with the milf version of myself from the future.

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sometimes i become sexually attracted to difficult video game bosses. I mean if im gonna get fucked this much i might as well start moaning

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do you ever see a transfem so pretty that you begin to understand why ancient sumerians venerated them as fertility priestesses? because i do. every fucking day.

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Heaven must be missing an angel, because she's here with me humping my boot. She's pressing her face into my thigh, weaving her little fingers into the material of my pants. Holding on for dear life. Whining, begging with her big wet doe eyes. Gazing up at me in such complete and utter adoration, the likeness borders on that I have only seen in the most pious of church dogs.