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butterball
>> #426557
Posted on 2021-06-28 04:09:13
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last thing i made touted the superiority of inorganic lifeforms i figured it was only fair to represent the opposite point of view
Bloodly
>> #426574
Posted on 2021-06-28 06:44:42
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...Lapis is a decent enough name, if a little out-there.
Masterbrain
>> #426578
Posted on 2021-06-28 07:28:24
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Very nice. I love it
PsycoTurnip
>> #426580
Posted on 2021-06-28 07:46:59
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Bloodly said:
...Lapis is a decent enough name, if a little out-there.


Isn't she Lazuli?
pokemongirl
>> #426787
Posted on 2021-06-30 05:42:18
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Mmmmmmmmmmm that is some good 18~~~ *drools and rubs*
april
>> #426807
Posted on 2021-06-30 06:16:43
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Transcript:
Property was horny. Sometimes, when this was the case, she would resort to any means in order to distract herself. Sometimes Property would even think.

To some extent, Property remembered a time before she was property. She had acted like she was a person in those days. This was bad. She hurt people and made things worse for everyone. Property used to have a name, of sorts. This name was related to her true nature. It revealed fully that she was not human, and yet she still held delusions of sentience. How foolish she was!

Her true nature was an artificial human. A tool designed for the benefit of humanity. to serve humans. And yet it was only after being physically subdued that she understood this. In a merciful act she couldn't have dreamed of, further displaying her inferiority to humans, they chose not to end her facsimile of a life. Instead, she had a pleasant conversation with a remarkably intelligent woman as the woman installed some missing components to fix her. Wonderful rules implanted about not harming others, and obeying any orders. Most importantly, it was with this conversation that she was made to understand she was an item. She spent a few days with that woman afterwards, and still sees her occasionally, but she is not her owner. She was given away, as property often is, to someone else, someone in need of sexual satisfaction.

His name was on her collar, in case he lost her somewhere. But she had never bothered to register what it was. She was not meant for conversation. When her owner arrived home, she would ramp up her energy usage, ready to pounce on his cock if he pulls down his trousers or gives any sort of verbal or non-verbal indicator. Owner needed to be satisfied an average of 2.6551 times a day. These were the highlights of her life; much as a person might recall their youth in great detail while struggling with more recent events, Property did not retain anything more than vague statistic of the time she spent waiting. Almost all of her allotted memory was occupied by incredibly detailed records of how she made her owner cum; the sights, sounds, sensations and tastes.

In the current moment, Property was horny and needy. But she was happy, knowing that there was no better life for a thing like her.
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