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the rabbit has become sapient . she is posting about spiders in her window . she is kissign nthe . shes kissing it

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theres this beautiful spider girl in my apartment window i love watching her weave.... sweet friend whom i share this earth with ^w^

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When you were 19

You had a fairly normal childhood. You had a good relationship with your parents. You did reasonably well in school. You struggled like everyone to figure yourself out, and for the most part you did. But as life continued, something felt off. You didn't enjoy the same parts of yourself as others did. You didn't find joy in the same activities as others did. You couldn't quite place it but something was wrong, there was something different.

When you were 19 you started reading about advancements in robotics, whispers of cybernetic upgrades, you were strangely filled with joy at the thought but also, a deep feeling of unease crept up your spine. When you were 20 you asked your friends how excited they were about breakthroughs in cybernetics, they barely showed an interest. You tried to bury it, convince yourself that it would never be possible. You lied.

When you were 24 the first person was given a robot body, that feeling returned. When you were 26 you made a friend. She was always talking about those people brave enough to undergo the process. You asked her if she wanted to, afraid. She said no. She said no but she understood. She understood why. She fought for them. For you. 

When you were 29 you broke. You couldn't take it anymore. The chronic pain was too much. The empty feeling in the mirror was too much. The envy was too much. You broke. 

When you were 29 you made a decision. You were done being broken. You were sick of being someone else. You became you. 

You were ready. 

What you weren't ready for were the looks. The whispers. The stares. Your parents pulled away, disagreeing with your “lifestyle”. Some of your friends withdrew, claiming you’d changed, you weren't yourself anymore. People rallied to stop the program. Governments labelled it “unnatural”. You weren't prepared. 

You weren't prepared for the friends that stayed. Those that rallied around you. The people fighting back when you couldn't. The love you found in yourself. The joy every new sensation brought. The new spark ignited within. You weren't ready for her. 

You were 31 when you met her. She was one of the first to transfer to a new body. A pioneer. You admired her strong personality. Her unapologetic self. You couldn't look away from her lazer engraved tattoos. Her ability to be who she was without fear. Your friends introduced you, knowing she’d understand. You were ready. 

She took you back to her place. She pushed you against her wall. She asked if you wanted this. You needed this. Her lips met yours. Her tongue danced across yours. You felt lightning through your artificial veins. She knew exactly how to melt you. How to undo you. How to make you feel. 

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You’re pulled back to your thoughts as she throws you onto her bed. Her visor barely displaying emotion, but you know what she’s feeling: hunger. You feel your fans kick up a gear as you're laid out under her gaze, her smirk causes coolant to desperately spread throughout your systems. You can feel your synthetic cock throb in your panties as she crawls across the bed towards you, excitement building deep inside you. Biting your lip in anticipation she begins to kiss her way up your thigh, her cold metal lips leaving the faintest of marks as she works her way towards her prize. Her metal fingers grasp at your hips as she curls them around your panties, threatening to pull them down.

“P-please…” you breathlessly whimper.

Having your consent she quickly and gently frees your half hard cock, licking her lips as she watches it grow slightly harder under her gaze. Before you have time to react she takes you completely into her mouth, sending sparks shooting up your body, synthetic nerves on fire as she holds you inside. Slowly working you up and down in her mouth you can barely think, every system in your body working overdrive to make sense of the fire spreading through your nerves and pathways. Minutes pass in what feels like hours, desperately holding onto the sheets to ground yourself. Releasing your cock from her mouth she climbs up your body, bringing her face within inches of your own, her body draped over yours.

“I'm going to make you cum, pretty bot” she whispers, just inches from your lips.

You reach up, connecting your lips together, seeming confident as you come undone so completely inside. She takes the sign and deepens the kiss, her tongue so delicately dancing with your own. Her hand grabs ahold of your cock, gently stroking you between the warmth of your two bodies, the pressure of her bearing down on you only adding to the overwhelming surges rushing through every inch of software you’ve got, her deep kisses and low moans into your mouth driving you and your fans wild, the heat almost overwhelming you. It's not long before you feel something building, something deep and animal, but entirely new, the animal now made of metal and code as you feel it forcing its way through you. You start to cum into her hand as she practically vibrates on top of you, you feel her smiling into your kiss as you lose control, your mind goes blank as you are hit with waves of pleasure. You’ve completely lost control.

You begin to come back to your senses, you fans still working overtime to vent the heat created by the two of you, your stomach slick with your own artificial cum. Laying on her side next to you, looking gently into your visor, she smiles and your insides melt once more. You say nothing as you nuzzle wordlessly into her chest. You never want this moment to end.

You were 31 when you knew you were right. You were 31 when you knew you were safe. You were 31 when you found yourself. Truly. 

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If you wanna support me - Ko-fi

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saving my virginity for my big sister :3

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intimacy between an evil spiteful building-sized supercomputer and the lone scientist left behind after everyone else ditched and forgot about her (in which computer wants to kill scientist really bad but her programming wont let her so she just attempts to make her as miserable as possible instead, which also doesn't work because scientist is a freak)

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i don’t think there’s enough appreciation for grinding and humping. just think about it, being so needy and horny that you have to rub yourself on something— anything, to get off and all the while you’re a whimpering, squirming mess. the humiliation while you’re doing it is just so amazing. you get to feel like a cute little puppy being so desperate and slutty that you dont even need any serious stimulation to cum all over yourself.

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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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robyn living her best

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Pretty daughter gf that's also my kidnapped victim I get to fuck and groom into my little stockholm syndrome princess

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with all that outta the way !!! it’s me again, rb to help me find my buds ?

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y'all are so pretentious. like you wouldn't lick a werewolf's paws if she called you an idiot and shoved her pawpads into your face

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Incidentally "Become an object of comfort" is also a lynchpin for most of my kinks

I want to be comfortable and I want to create comfort for others and I want to be used for comfort

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Fauxcest AND piss AND weight gain??? Gosh bun you're just perfect huh

umm mu mm um mm , ,goodoness thank u ,, u//v//u

girlslss twice my age should mark me as their terrirtory. ...

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Forever obsessed with forced wetting and forced regression because of it. Maybe you didn't even wet yourself. Maybe it was just water spilled. But they made you strip right there and then, and you froze and obeyed hearing the tone of their voice. They rushed you off to a room you hadn't seen before to clean you up. Between the embarrassment and the way you were getting scolded, you barely noticed the odd room. That is before they commanded you get on the changing table and went to work applying powder and getting you nice and snug in a diaper. You tried to protest but a pacifier gag got placed in your mouth with a command of "baby's don't back talk Mommy/Daddy while they are being so nice getting you changed out of those wet clothes." Once done, they gave you a sollid smack on the back of your diaper and had your lay down in the crib with the promise of getting your adult clothes back when dry if you could stay dry.

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