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Thursday, June 9th, 2011
2:01 am
Bleep. I am currently surveying my local Terran nutrition supply depot with the camera one of my users has implanted in my forehead with the permission of my Operators. She has instructed me to notify all subscribers to this units mental frequency of my new status. Thank you.

Current Mood: bleep
Wednesday, August 25th, 2010
6:29 pm
1) Choose one of your own characters.
2) Make them answer the following questions.
3) Then tag three people. [THIS FEATURE IS LOCALLY DISABLED PENDING SATURN-LEVEL RESPONSE TO SERVICE TICKET.]
4) Feel free to add some questions of your own.

Character name: Hladolet-20

Everything you always wanted to know about catdroids, but were too afraid of assimilation to ask...Collapse )

Current Mood: bb.ll.ee.ee.pp
Tuesday, April 13th, 2010
2:06 am
Yeah, this is pretty much what being a Hypnosquid Drone feels like. Except, you know, it's all open source, not this exploitative corporate mind-control junk in the video, and I'm pretty proud of that. Well, programmed to be pretty proud of that. But programmed on a purely non-profit basis!

And I'm pretty proud of that. I'm a pretty kitty. *mewbleep* =@.@=

Monday, April 12th, 2010
10:39 pm
I think "ready for the foomp tube" should be an established expression for something.

(Example 1.)

Current Mood: unfoomped
Thursday, February 18th, 2010
11:25 am
Five Very Important Words
"Erotic Lesbian Car Wash TF."

Current Mood: high
Tuesday, January 5th, 2010
10:52 pm
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shatterstripes and I had a breakthrough on a secret side project.

Squid help me, I think we might be the first people to publish furry porn substantially influenced by Thomas Pynchon.

With chessboard latex dresses.

And android catgirls.

And Todd's Syndrome.
Friday, December 25th, 2009
5:21 pm
intercepted from Jovian trade lanes
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Current Mood: 4bleep4mew2bleep
Sunday, October 4th, 2009
4:26 am
vital subliminal transmission
attention terran clients:

the relationship database of resident feline conviviality unit hladolet-14 will shortly undergo a full neural flashwipe pending reformat and repurpose

permissions list will be revised per standard amnesis protocols to eliminate non-reciprocal psi permissions, telephatic time-outs, and contact modules believed otherwise deprecated

if you believe you have been retro-hallucinated in error please leave a suitable ego-synchronic codephrase below

{flickering turquoise lines},

-her management c/o PSILEX {flickering magenta lines}

Current Mood: bloop
Wednesday, July 18th, 2007
12:57 pm
Here's one from the archives that I just ran across while cleaning up my old TapestriesMUCK accounts. It's a old favorite @desc, one I always keep in reserve in case I ever really want to give an artist a challenging commission. :)

The stubbornly literal-minded might not want to click on this. It will hurt you. :) Collapse )
Wednesday, July 11th, 2007
6:55 pm
Sunday, June 24th, 2007
8:59 pm
Inspired by an extremely hot vignette posted by a friend to another journal, I wrote this:

"Within the abduction craft, she had been made gently to sleep. She could not quite remember if the dreamy mode of consciousness she awoke to was one she'd ever had before, but she was fairly certain she had not previously been coated with an opaque layer of stretchy hip-hugging film. She could distinctly recall both sight without lenses and breath without hoses, though the particular circumstances escaped her.

The transfer to the next environ registered to her as nothing more than a series of pleasant kneadings around her laminated and lubricated body. She was aware of her fellow cargo only as an enigmatic squeak against her when the pressure peaked and their bodies kneaded together for a moment inside the tube. It was almost pity she couldn't watch her batch transfer from the outside, because there was something both perverse and profound to the sight of it: thick umbilicus yearning from the belly of the first spacecraft into the slick slaveport of the second, teasing with floral fronds a dekameter across until its partner opened up and adhered.

The interior of the processing vessel glowed with a faint blue light, but the bunnylass was never quite aware of this. For all she knew, she was still on the craft that originally snatched her from planetside amid a beam of sparkling motes. She did, however, start to hear a deep lulling thrum from the behavioral lock that had been buckled around her gloss encasing her forehead.

With the hum came a deep and relaxing urge to move forward, so as soon as the tubule deposited her on the platform, her stiff legs strained against their wrapping. She was delighted and amused to find that somewhere to the right was the place to be, so she executed a ninety-degree turn and proceeded.

After a few more such delights, she heard a whoosh and a click as a tube descended from the ceiling and she discovered her new life promised far greater pleasures. Who could resist? Who could remember how?"
Sunday, May 22nd, 2005
9:50 am
Monday, January 3rd, 2005
1:20 am
Thursday, December 30th, 2004
1:57 pm
The attention of gold-level user Peganthyrus is required immediately. (Two words: "tongue flower.")
Saturday, October 30th, 2004
7:46 pm
Let's Try This Again _:)
Self-explanatory. Flash heavy. Questionably safe for work, especially if your boss has a problem with bubble chairs, maddeningly vague TV-industry MarketSpeekTM, and people being given oscilloscopes for heads. You may also enjoy this Flash game. (Trust me, you'd rather select Bo.Dee.)

(Thanks to shatterstripes for pointing out the absent links...)
Tuesday, June 29th, 2004
5:30 pm
2:58 am
This one's a little darker, raunchier, and fleshier than my usual fantasies. Blame Dr. Wednesday.

Pointy Ponygirls In Trouble...Collapse )

Current Mood: devious
Tuesday, February 3rd, 2004
10:23 am
The rubber jackal series just keeps getting weirder and weirder. Excellent. The list of potential recruits for the Xenofetish Tarot project is at about five right now... :>

Last night I had another fantasy about Noelle, as a human this time, but still in her purple rubber xenocorn outfit. She started out in an apartment building, in a darkened room with dungeon equipment. Someone in a faceless, full-body spandex outfit had her over zir knee and was giving her a vigorous spanking, whispering through a vocoder that she was a naughty ponygirl and needed to be taken out for a good run. Once her resistance was broken down and her head was cloudy with endorphins, Noelle was put into a trance with the specific instruction to pay no attention to where she was being led, or to anything else, until she got there.

The bust of her costume was inflated to a size that was impossible not to notice, D-ringed rubber cuffs were clipped around her wrists, and a bridle and blinders were mounted on her head. She was led down the stairs by her reins down to the street level, past dozens of passersby, into a car with untinted windows and the shiny silhouette of her keeper slipped in beside her. The inside of the car was equipped with hooks on the roof and under the seat, and she was clipped into place while her keeper's driver pulled out. The faceless figure carefully undid the locks on her outfit with a tubekey; a number of pedestrians squatted down and peeked, but Noelle seemed not to even notice them.

Her keeper then snapped zir fingers into a thin black latex glove, hiked it up to zir elbow, gave it a quick lube, then spread the thick rubber labia around her seal and started vigorously masturbating her. She panted in little bursts, but in her trance she neither squirmed nor moaned around the bit gag. Once she was good and damp, her right hand was unclipped from the roof. She held her gloved hand limply in the air, with no apparent opinion about where it should go, but her keeper gently pulled it into zir lap, palm up, and peeled her fingers open. Zie spilled a little lube into Noelle's glove and rubbed it around until the purple rubber was bright and slick.

Then zie pressed a matching vibrator of opaque pink silicone into her glove, folded Noelle's fingers around it, and guided it to her crotchseal, easing the tip inside. Zie leaned over and whispered something into the girl's ear, and she started gliding the rounded rubber rod back and forth inside her unlocked pussy until it was wet like her glove. She barely even noticed as black latex fingers reached over and twisted the speed dial, which kept her nicely occupied for the several hours until the car pulled to a stop.

Noelle was unclipped and unloaded from the car and told to wake up and remember everything she'd done for the last hour, but not before being marched into the middle of a sunny country meadow and told to hold her wrists behind her and spread her legs. Her hands were clipped behind her and her ankles were cuffed into a spreader bar by attendants while she came to awareness and made a feeble, sexdizzy attempt to jingle at the clips of her restraints. Her keeper buckled a strap-on around zir waist, slid up over Noelle, and fucked her senseless while the sun drizzled over them.
Friday, January 9th, 2004
7:47 am
Since apparently LJ doesn't like anonymous responses to friends-only posts, even if you can read the original, here's the anonymous sexual confessions thread.
Wednesday, September 3rd, 2003
12:26 am
"The cuteness goes in the eyes and up into the brain. Unconsciousness is immediate and painless."
Wonderful anime artist and really nice person Sue-Chan drew my GMO bunnygirl character Alba getting lovingly zapped by her master, Rik's telepathic prettyboy mooncat Haruki. Please don't distribute the image!

Image cut, for your protection...Collapse )

Current Mood: enthralled
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