LongTimeLurker at 17:00, 12 February 2018

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	“Security-ty-ty breach!” she cries, her plastic sex gripping your digits as your other hand tightens over her pink-and-white breasts. She gives a digital moan as the plush material of her chest becomes unnaturally soft, your hand sinking to hit the underlying endo-material of her frame, all while your fingers glide within the wet plastic lips of her sex. Her body jerks in fits and starts with mechanical squeals intermixed with her own gasps of pleasure, her vibrating speaker-cone tickling your mouth and tongue.		“Security-ty-ty breach!” she cries, her plastic sex gripping your digits as your other hand tightens over her pink-and-white breasts. She gives a digital moan as the plush material of her chest becomes unnaturally soft, your hand sinking to hit the underlying endo-material of her frame, all while your fingers glide within the wet plastic lips of her sex. Her body jerks in fits and starts with mechanical squeals intermixed with her own gasps of pleasure, her vibrating speaker-cone tickling your mouth and tongue.

	Her unsteady hands whirr and click as she seizes your manhood and displaces your fingers in her artificial sex, her internals audibly revving when you plunge into her. “Yes! Error! Yes! Warning!” She frantically cries, her components wailing as smoke rushes from every seam in her sweltering body. The metal iris of her left eye shudders open and shut as her voice rises in pitch and frequency, and she begins to lose pieces of her plastic body as she bucks wildly beneath you. ~~You feel yourself climax inside the security droid, her sex gripping your pulsing manhood as~~ she ~~gives a desperate squeak, her plush breasts quivering, roiling, then becoming liquid~~, the ~~melting material setting off a cascade~~ of ~~sparks as it leaks inside~~ her body.		Her unsteady hands whirr and click as she seizes your manhood and displaces your fingers in her artificial sex, her internals audibly revving when you plunge into her. “Yes! Error! Yes! Warning!” She frantically cries, her components wailing as smoke rushes from every seam in her sweltering body. The metal iris of her left eye shudders open and shut as her voice rises in pitch and frequency, and she begins to lose pieces of her plastic body as she bucks wildly beneath you. “Error in dynamic material consistencyyyy!” she drones, the softer portions of her body beginning to lose their shape.

	~~Her speaker~~-~~mouth trembles with an electrical squawk before blowing out, leaving behind a smoking hole in her abstract face, her upturned pigtail antennae sputtering with electricity.~~		----

	You press in on her chest and reveal the smoking cavity where her core is held, set within a sea of molten goo. You pull the core from the smoldering mess of a robot and make your way back to the lobby.		[[FYOP/Scenario Chamber/0024 \| Keep going]]

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	[[FYOP/Scenario Chamber/~~0009~~ \| ~~Continue~~]]		[[FYOP/Scenario Chamber/0025 \| Pull back]]

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2018-02-09T19:29:05Z

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Your hand still on her pliable bust, you massage her chest, half expecting the droid to short out and malfunction beneath you.

Instead, she coos quietly, the cracks across her hard exterior spreading as her formerly rigid body gives way to softness.

“This unit is not optimizzzed for pleasure,” she drones quietly, her speaker quivering softly with the apology. You kiss the fabric of her speaker, her startled moan causing the material to tremble against your lips. “Unexpected stimulus!” she exclaims, her whole body shivering as you tongue the cone of her speaker-mouth. There is a sudden swell of heat at her groin, and you can feel an opening in her soft, plastic shell. You slide a finger into her lubricated interior, the droid squealing with surprise.

“Security-ty-ty breach!” she cries, her plastic sex gripping your digits as your other hand tightens over her pink-and-white breasts. She gives a digital moan as the plush material of her chest becomes unnaturally soft, your hand sinking to hit the underlying endo-material of her frame, all while your fingers glide within the wet plastic lips of her sex. Her body jerks in fits and starts with mechanical squeals intermixed with her own gasps of pleasure, her vibrating speaker-cone tickling your mouth and tongue.

Her unsteady hands whirr and click as she seizes your manhood and displaces your fingers in her artificial sex, her internals audibly revving when you plunge into her. “Yes! Error! Yes! Warning!” She frantically cries, her components wailing as smoke rushes from every seam in her sweltering body. The metal iris of her left eye shudders open and shut as her voice rises in pitch and frequency, and she begins to lose pieces of her plastic body as she bucks wildly beneath you. You feel yourself climax inside the security droid, her sex gripping your pulsing manhood as she gives a desperate squeak, her plush breasts quivering, roiling, then becoming liquid, the melting material setting off a cascade of sparks as it leaks inside her body.

Her speaker-mouth trembles with an electrical squawk before blowing out, leaving behind a smoking hole in her abstract face, her upturned pigtail antennae sputtering with electricity.

You press in on her chest and reveal the smoking cavity where her core is held, set within a sea of molten goo. You pull the core from the smoldering mess of a robot and make your way back to the lobby.

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LongTimeLurker at 17:00, 12 February 2018

LongTimeLurker: Created page with "Your hand still on her pliable bust, you massage her chest, half expecting the droid to short out and malfunction beneath you. Instead, she coos quietly, the cracks across he..."