<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>PonyB0t on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/ponyb0t/</link><description>Recent content in PonyB0t on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 12 Dec 2019 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/ponyb0t/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Rubberized</title><link>/stories/2019/12/12/rubberized/</link><pubDate>Thu, 12 Dec 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/12/12/rubberized/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continued from &lt;a href="rubberized2.html"&gt;Chapter 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h3 id="chapter-3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="lifestyle-changes"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lifestyle Changes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The first thing I noticed waking up was a sucking sensation. My mouth was wrapped around something, and out of habit—or maybe it was programming now—I was sucking on it automatically. It was the long dildo from the night before, still sticking out of my mouth. By now only a few inches were showing between my lips. I tried not to think about how much I had deep-throated in my sleep and pulled it out with a wet popping sound. It left me feeling strangely empty.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Rubberized</title><link>/stories/2019/10/27/rubberized/</link><pubDate>Sun, 27 Oct 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/10/27/rubberized/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continued from &lt;a href="rubberized1.html"&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h3 id="chapter-2"&gt;Chapter 2&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="new-home"&gt;New Home&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“And that’s the last one.” The doctor—whose name I learned is Rhea—leaned back deeply in her chair. She flexed her writing hand, probably to work out the soreness. I realized my hand felt fine, sepite signing just as many waivers as she did.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“So what now?” I asked.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Well Evan, that’s up to you. As your physician, I suggest taking at least a week or two just to collect yourself. As property of &lt;em&gt;SurrealTech&lt;/em&gt;, we’ll give you a place to stay in the automated dormitory until you’re settled, then we’d be happy to give you a working position in A-wing if you’d like.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Rubberized</title><link>/stories/2019/10/27/rubberized/</link><pubDate>Sun, 27 Oct 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/10/27/rubberized/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-1"&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4 id="transformation"&gt;Transformation&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was on top of the world. This week had been a series of firsts for me. My first apartment in the city, my first job at a real laboratory, and my first scientific breakthrough—in said lab. Walking in the front doors of the facility, I must have been beaming with excitement. The security guard behind the desk gave me a friendly nod on my way by, before returning to his morning paper and coffee.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>'Layers of Love' Doll</title><link>/stories/2019/05/20/layers-of-love-doll/</link><pubDate>Mon, 20 May 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/05/20/layers-of-love-doll/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continues from &lt;a href="layersoflovedoll.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layers of Love 2: Play Partner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“What am I doing here?” I wondered aloud as I pulled the car into the mansion’s driveway. “Even if he answers, it’s not like he has any reason to take me back.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;At the top of the driveway, the mansion sat dark and uninviting. Between the darkness behind the large windows, and the dreary afternoon rain, it couldn’t have mirrored my mood any better. Regardless, I drove up to the front doors—I didn’t know why, but I felt compelled to come back.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>'Layers of Love' Doll</title><link>/stories/2019/05/07/layers-of-love-doll/</link><pubDate>Tue, 07 May 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/05/07/layers-of-love-doll/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I still wasn’t used to the size of the mansion. By all means it wasn&amp;rsquo;t oversized or anything, but as a new place, it wasn’t like the small bachelor apartments I was used to at this point in my life.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My name is Tyler, I’m a young guy—about 5’8” with an athletic, slim build from years of swimming. At 25 I was doing just fine for myself at a medium sized tech startup building websites for all manner of clients. The job paid well, but definitely wouldn’t have been enough to afford something as lavish as the three story modern mansion I found myself the new owner of.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>