<?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>Automatic on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/automatic/</link><description>Recent content in Automatic on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/automatic/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Take it Like a Sheep! 3: Do Machines Dream of Sheep?</title><link>/stories/2016/07/03/take-it-like-a-sheep-3-do-machines-dream-of-sheep/</link><pubDate>Sun, 03 Jul 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/07/03/take-it-like-a-sheep-3-do-machines-dream-of-sheep/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="takeitlikeasheep2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take it Like a Sheep! 2: Julia on a Stick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 3: Do Machines Dream of Sheep?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Julie came away from the night of her first automatic scene with the awareness that she could make her machines do anything; anything within the limits of her machine’s abilities, that is. Julie was past this already. She knew that for her to cater her newly developed taste for autoerotic, she needed much more developed machinery, with the robotics and software to match. Julie knew her position at this job would not giver her access to that kind of hardware. Even before Julie programmed her second scene for her vet track, she was looking online to find out what type of company offered this type of access for her to tinker with. There were a few possibilities open to her, but the one with the most promise was a robotics company, specializing in dairy livestock. They used the same software developer within their interface, and she could pitch a good success story about how she improved upon the same programming for her current position in the vet track.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Take it Like a Sheep!</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/take-it-like-a-sheep/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/take-it-like-a-sheep/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The phallus penetrated into her and began to pulse. She could only gasp as it moves the walls inside her to its own rhythm.  A second phallus touched her ass, testing her resistance, even as the first began to grow, moving slightly, stimulating her with uncanny understanding of her unspoken desire. With her arms and legs clamped outright, she had no recourse but to take what ever was next, giving the machine full freedom over her entire body.  She had not thought that this could have ever been possible, but now, she knew better. Carelessness had brought this fate upon her, she had been too confident around the equipment, a little too complaisant about the danger.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Take it Like a Sheep! 2: Julia on a Stick</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/take-it-like-a-sheep-2-julia-on-a-stick/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/take-it-like-a-sheep-2-julia-on-a-stick/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="takeitlikeasheep.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take it Like a Sheep!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 2: Julia on a Stick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Julie had known animals for years. She had worked around them all her life, and loved her job working with them. She knew all of the aspects of the work, knew the biology, held all the vetenarian certifications, but before the “incident” she had never known she held a desire for autoerotic fantasies. It had been three weeks since that day when she had been “raped” by the automatic equipment programmed at her very own hand, and not a day went by when she didn’t think of the experience, or how to recreate it… but there were so many things that went right that one time, lucky, purely lucky, that nobody had been around, and even luckier, that her body happened to be compatible with the machine, and not too much different than a sheep’s dimensions. Maybe it was best she not think too far into it.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>