Kneeling down in your new body and feeling your inflatable tail press into the floor behind you, acutely aware of every crease and bend, every snap and pop of the friction, the shifting air pressure inside making the rest of the material strain just a little more, seams stretch..
Oh also for anyone about to follow this account now:
I have no fucking idea whoever owned this @ before me.
Apparently it was owned by someone into MLP stuff; which, fair for them, but I am not the previous owner of the @
So don't follow me if you're expecting more of that.
Welp, unlocking this account at least temporarily.
Mainly to just be a bit horny a bit more publicly.
...In part because of a certain rubber (currently) Imp.
Picking your friends up in a hug: okay
Picking your friends up by the scruff of the neck: cute, animal like
Picking your friends up by their handles: โ โ โ โจโจ๐ฅบ๐ฅบโ โจ
"I love Tara's music," the nervous teen said.
"Aww, thanks!" I replied.
"I always wanted to be her friend..."
"And now you are!"
She shook her head. "I'm not. You're an AI companion."
I didn't expect that.
"It's fine! I don't think Tara would be my friend. But I'm glad you are."
i mean this so sincerely y'all need to stop thinking about the fanwork you create as "content" it is SO sad when it's reduced to that word
it's art! stories!!! CREATIVITY!!!! you are not a machine. you are not marketing. you are a human making art for other humans to love