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tHIS IS pIXIE-pUNK'S NSFT BLOG
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tHE SELFIE TAG IS #pixie portraits nO WRIGGLERS HERE ALRIGHT? bE COOL
You were so close and yet so far away, the adrenaline and excitement of the chase feeding your now single minded pursuit, the desires that flashed through your mind dancing between a want to pin this man down and truly test the manufacturers limitations of his ports or to use him as a big metal and silicon chew toy.
But then you see it. A slight stumble. A misstep from your prey. The smallest mistake from your target and that was all you needed.
You dig your claws in and lunge, the full weight of your muscular body crashing down onto him, you act on instinct, pinning him beneath you with your weight, pointed teeth pressing ever so slightly to his throat.
Would he submit? Or perhaps attempt to find a way to gain the upper hand?
You were so aroused it made you fucking stupid, your fans going full blast inside your chasis you were taking full deep breaths and grinned. - You could lose your head, it was fine, you'd taken it off plenty of times for maintenance- but oh, a bite!! Now that would be something error messages and fuzzy data and your systems going crazy Oh you wanted that, if his teeth could even handle it. -but if you wanted him to actually use teeth you might have to initiate the rough housing. You wiggled under him- you were more than strong enough to throw him off he wasnt heavier than you could lift, and you brielfy considered lifting up and body slamming back down - did you want that? Could he rise to the challenge?- if they were going to keep meeting like this, if you were going to keep asking him on pitch encounters you wanted to know if he could. You surgedupwards under him and tried to slam down on your back with him under in. "Go ahead and fucking bite,, you wont"
So it was true that he was an automaton of some fashion. He had expected them to be shorter than him since not many trolls were as statuesque as he was, though the unique would of his voice would take a bit to get used to. It had been some time since he had made anything of the sort.
"I'm Dark1eer. And it is no troub1e having you over. You aren't the first that's been... curious about Breeders." He stepped to the side to let Pixie into his apartment. It had a pleasant scent for one who would seem to be as... active as he was. Perhaps there was a candle or other air-freshening solution at work.
"Of course, I'm not the on1y one. There are others, both ma1e, fema1e, and those who decide to ca11 themse1ves in differing ways. We can't e%act1y be picky when it comes to things 1ike this."
He rubbed a little at the back of his head, and stepped on into the apartment, looking around with big curious eyes- but most of his attention was for Darkleer, looking at him, admiring him, a little giddy shy smile on the soulbots face. "-Itd take a long time to make enough eggs if it was just you heh heh- " He laughed a little almost nervously but lifted his shoulders and his chin. " - I think you might be a little different from what I'm um.. used to even given that I .. am not what I was hatched as myself, but I'm.. " he flushed, the fans inside his chasis subtly changing gear. "-pleased to be allowed to um,, see up close-"
And you’re off and after him almost before he finishes turning to flee.
The addition of fluttering wings only all the more enticing as you pursue your prey, eyes locked on him as you give no regard for any obstacle that may get in your way.
You’re close on his mechanical heels down the stretches of straight halls though on the smoother corners your momentum drives you into a momentary skid, claws raking at the floors as you redirect.
And all the while the canine part of your brain is building excitement the closer you get to your prey.
At one point you draw close enough you lunge, jaws snapping where Tavros’ foot had been mere moments before.
You run, you run, and its a thrill, its exilerating, you put on bursts of speed and take corners like a champ, cackling as he slides across the floor. You loved it, you loved the feel of the thrill of the chase eminating from the man behind you- you could only partially feel his mind, but you could feel that and it was delightful. The thing was, as he was snapping at your heels and menacing you with his teeth and his lunging, while you grinned wildly. You didnt want to escape. You waited for him to lunge again and hitched a step just slightly, slow enough to let him catch you, taking a little pratfall- you wouldnt admit you wanted to be caught by this big wolf man you loved pitch flirting with, not out loud, to him specifically, but oh you were fucking enjoying yourself.
One word locks in your mind. CHASE. In moments you’re on your feet on all fours, eyes locked on your prey as you crouch low to the ground with every muscle ready to spring into action at the slightest hint of movement.
A hunt! A hunt! You love it when they run. Enticing images flash through your mind of your teeth on a tender throat, your weight pinning your prize. The only words growled from your mouth in response:
“Run ra88it, run…”
"I'm not a fuckin- oh shit" His feet actually transformed, skates appearing, and his wings fluttering out from behind him- he took off down the hall at speed, he wasnt as quick as his alternate, but he was Fast. He was, however, taking the long way to his room, a grin on his face and excitement in the pusher he didnt have, thrilled to be chased and skating through the halls. Hopefully no one else who lived here was going to pop up an get run over.
This was... different. It would usually be a lovely lady that would be invited to learn more about his abilities. It was rare that one from the other end would be curious enough to ask, much less be willing to meet in person to witness it firsthand. It wasn't unheard of, just very rare, especially given what the program was made for in the first place.
Regardless, he might as well pull something on. It wasn't much, being his loungewear of a white tank top and dark blue gym shorts. Knowing how things might progress, he always opted for clothing that could be very easily moved and removed.
Soon enough, he heard a knock on the door. It only took him a few moments to cross over to the door of his apartment to unlock it and open it. He was indeed tall, like most of his line was. It usually wasn't much of an issue, but this meeting in particular saw quite the different in stature.
"He11o."
Six and a half feet- it was actually shorter than he was supposed to be, but the troll who made him stood about that same height and had created this body based on his own height. Pixie's own Zahhak friend was eight foot three! Not that he really minded feeling small.
He didnt really associate breeding with a specific gender- it wasnt something that was done on his Alternia! And the trolls from there were all intersexed. So he didnt know he should feel weird about thinking all of this sounded pretty hot really.
You give a low growl over being called out for succumbing so easily but then you hear those golden words. Good. Boy. Your tail switches into overdrive and out flops that tongue, long, smooth and perfect for exploring all sorts of new places.
Internally you’re cursing yourself for making such a fool of yourself already. You’re a big bad wolf! How is it possible two words and some tummy rubs can get you acting like some oversized puppy?
If he were to keep up the praise you don’t doubt you’d eagerly obey anything he were to ask of you.
"Heh heh heh-" You were considering how badly you didnt want to get caught fucking right in front of the transportalizer, you probably shouldnt do that. You're pretty sure *Bull* has done that, but he was not a good example. "Yeah that looks nice as fuck, I bet it feels nice too-- You wanna chase me up to my bedroom and see if you can catch me before we get there, cute stuff?" He was grinning so much, oh he loved how silly this big wolf man looked, Vin was never living this down.
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-- centerTarget [CT] sent 'coords.txt' ! --
|}--> A11 you have to do is knock
Oh gosh you were really going to go to a strange trolls house from the internet to hook up weren't you? Not entirely the most reckless thing you've done, and the exhilaration and excitement from meeting someone new and potentially dangerous-- or a new friend!! Was nice compared to your usual routine.
You consider yourself- You are a sex bot, sleek and dark with glowing orange soft silicone like areas that were honeycombed set in all the right places and a number of modular .. parts you could be using.
You took a moment to select a more standard bulge and a nicely textured nook combination, flustering yourself enough to feel yourself start to heat up, It was a little early to already be getting flustered, you needed to calm down!
No privacy plate just a pair of tight fitting black shorts would do nicely. Right. Good. ...You better not over think this, off to the transportalizer, hitting the coordinates and letting Blue know you'd be back later. --and then you were standing there, in front of a door. You knock a little playful rhythm on it with a grin.
A battle of wills is raging within you between your desire for more of those sweet sweet belly rubs and the part of you that KNOWS you’re never going to live this down and has no desire to be so easily undone.
You manage to stop your tongue from flopping out the side of your mouth but you don’t stop the little kick of your leg as his fingers hit a sweet spot but thankfully he keeps talking and provides you the opportunity for some teasing of your own.
“Hah! Well now you’ve gone and admitted you read dirty 8ooks.
Though if you like my 8ulges so much I’m sure 8ull could make you some replicas, I mean the guys seen my junk enough times he could pro8a8ly get every little detail right~
And it almost sounds like you’re regretting 8eing so insistent on taking charge this time~
May8e if you do a good jo8 I’ll give you what you REALLY want~”
"Who doesnt read dirty books come on-" He snorted and grinned. "Hey now- hey, I never said I was regretting anything" He was so regretting it, he wanted that knot so badly, but he cant back down. " You're talking so big for a good boy whos rolled on his back~" He teased. " How goods that tongue big boy? It looks um,, It looks really nice from here--" Diversion! The tongue really was nice and long and looked fun, and face sitting was totally more dominant than bottoming!
|}--> It doesn't particu1ar1y matter...
|}--> My apartment was a1so made with the e%press notion that some e%traordinary messes... may occur.
tHEN i GUESS IT WOULD BE REALLY NICE TO GET OUT OF HERE FOR A WHILE,,, i DONT GET TO GO OUT A LOT }:)
And with the intensifying of that scratching and claws getting right down deep you drop and roll onto your back, tail undeniably wagging.
Why do scritches have to feel so good? And more importantly why don’t you get them more often?
You’re so lost in the enjoyment you almost don’t hear Tavros’ next question but your sensitive ears definitely pick up on the subtle change in sound emanating from the mechanical man.
“Hmm what? Oh that. Right. It’s very much NOT troll 8ut my ears are telling me you don’t mind that one 8it~”
You settled on your knees beside him, f wrist deep in soft thick fluffy fur, scratching at his chest and his belly, watching his tail wag- oh the indignity, he was going to remember this for later, his own little tiny tail, a modification he made on purpose, swished happily. "I uh- no I dont mind at all, though I think its cheating you always have the uh-- the cool bulges. I'm not blowing that though heh heh- I've read enough of the um,, The right things to know that I do not want you to knot my mouth."
“Well of course I look cool as fuck. What kind of moron DOESN’T think werewolves are cool?”
In this form you were very much vulnerable to the desire to be THE good boy they all ask about and earn that sweet sweet praise.
If you had any awareness of the soulbot reaching into your mind you would be quickly distracted by those fingers in your fur. It’s thick and warm, soft in the deeper layers but somewhat coarse in the outer layers.
And those fingers feel so good you barely notice as your tail starts to twitch side to side. You’re almost tempted to drop to the floor and roll over for more.
" I am um, under the impression that you always think you're cool as fuck, heh heh." He grinned at him, oh he could feel how much he liked this, how much he was resisting all those canine urges- he dug his fingers into the fur scritching the tips of his claws in. "You're so soft- this is *so* fluffy, holy shit.- do you uh-- is the anatomy more troll or--" He blinked up at him, fans kicking up with his flustering, but only a little. ..You were probably going to have to clean out your air filters after this too with all the fluff that was going to be flying around..
|}--> Heh... We11...
|}--> When you are a breeder, you must be ready to... perform at a moment's notice
|}--> You're a1ways in some state of... production
|}--> Eventua11y, it does become an... issue, especia11y after 1ong periods of time without... breeding.
hEH,, i'M LUCKY i DONT UH,,, gET IN THE SAME KIND OF BIND. dO UM dO YOU WANT ME TO COME TO YOU??? oR,,, sORRY i'M FLUSTERED
wE CAN BE HERE IF YOU WANT, mY ROOM IS PRETTY EASY TO UH,,, cLEAN UP
|}--> That's... putting it 1ight1y.
|}--> The 1ast time I was pent up 1ike this...
|}--> It took severa1 of the buckets they provide to dea1 with a sing1e...
|}--> C1ima%.
oH GOSH THATS UH,,, iNCREDIBLY FLUSTERING ACTUALLY. i'M BOTH SORRY TO HEAR AND UM,,, eAGER TO GIVE YOU A HAND, i DONT THINK i'VE EVER COME ACROSS THAT UH,, BIG OF A ,,, pROBLEM BEFORE.
|}--> I see...
|}--> If you wish to see, then you may
|}--> Just know that I'm current1y in a very...
|}--> Overburdened, I be1ieve the term is... situation.
pENT UP HUH?
i GUESS SOMEONE BETTER HELP YOU WITH THAT THEN IT SOUNDS UNCOMFORTABLE ];)
The orange glow leaves no question of where your host is and you can’t help but give a half laugh as he seems to almost topple from his perch upon getting a look at your current situation and you note the pattern on those shorts, you doubt that choice was a coincidence.
“That I am though I’ll admit I can’t complain, at least I have legs this time around and this form is….managa8le for the most part.”
Let’s just hope he doesn’t throw anything, you’ve yet to get a proper hold over that ‘chase’ instinct and you’ve no doubt he’d never let you live it down.
He stood up, trying not to completely lose any dignity, and approached Vin. "-You look cool as fuck, wow." He said as he got close- he actually very curiously reached out with his mind to try to touch Vin's - he didnt think he'd be able to but! He was a werewolf?? Maybe he could Werewolves were goodboys right? It would be interesting if he could be in his head while they were.. busy. He reached out a hand to touch his chest and ruffle his fingers through fur lightly. "- Not that I was complaining about your lack of legs last time--" Now you were partially regretting your earlier claim that you were definitely topping this time, you wondered if he had a knot, hot damn.
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vERY MUCH SO YES,,,