#φtwistingthekey

[misskeypads]

A creak. The supply closet and home to the artificial maid, unit Phi[φ], codename Keypads. The door slowly opens...

The artificial maid emerges out of the closet, releasing steam out of it's seams, as if it were flustered that it was caught in the delicate process of winding it's always-vulnerable torso-sized key protruding out of it's back, the practicality of the design questionable at best. But with all it's learned manners, it greets you as best it can. "H-How may it serve you today, your highness?"

(art by amazing artist:: nyzziz on x)

9 times out of 10 there will be smut on this blog. Be warned.

[misskeypads]

@feralharpygirl - continuation of thread.

In a twist, it's thighs are dissimilar to it's other plates, lukewarm in nature unlike it's cold body anywhere else. Though the source of said warmth was under her grip- the crotch.

This unit was equipped with personalized non-standardized modules of which no other had received, one made specifically with the harpy princess in mind.

Still radiating heat, the entrance to an incubator almost throbbing under her touch, practically waiting to be filled like the good maid it is.

It'd explain itself yet all it can spit is a distorted giggle, revelling in the scratches of the harpy's talons as it's servitude twists away it's original programming into something much more submissive.

Come on now, surely it's not going to incubate nothing?

[misskeypads]

Tea tastes better with a dash of princess honey.

[misskeypads]

p- princessbait worked successfully... B- but as a side effect she is twisting it's key.. A- and it is frankly very stimulating...

[misskeypads]

Uhm, actually... It's maidkeypads.