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Revision as of 21:58, 28 March 2020

Welcome to FembotWiki


This wiki runs on MediaWiki 1.40.0 • 12:08 • March 29, 2024 • 339 users • 92,864 files • 109,136 pages • 185,031 edits



Features New Content Editing
Gallery New Story: Shame.exe Article Drive
Stories New Author: NicoCheese Help
Article Index New Story: The Date Sandbox
ASFR Master List New Story: Processed Love Upload Files
Follow your own plot New Comic: Kernel Recent Changes
Photo Workshop New Story: The Escort Unused Files
Writing Workshop New Story: Homefront - The House New Files



Author of the Month:

LongTimeLurker
Total # of stories: 17

Story of the week:
Solipsistic

Synopsis:

Everyone in a man's life are robots.

“Why are you talking like that?” he asked.

“Like what?” she moaned, as he massaged her ass, sweet beading across her skin.

“Like… a robot?”

She froze and straightened, her head cocked slightly askew, as she stared blankly. “Potential failure in critical task: conceal non-human nature. Suggested response: denial.” She blinked and looked at him, smiling. “John – do I look like a robot?”

When John didn’t respond, she pulled off her blouse, unfastening her undersized bra – her body was now covered in a layer of perspiration and she was panting heavily.

“Are you OK?” John asked, his hands growing wet as warm sweat raced down her body.

“John, I’m human – c-c-can’t you see that?” she insisted, her hands faltering as she struggled to remove her panties.

“I think you’d better lie down.” Smoke was now rising from her mouth in thin white tendrils.


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