<?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>Tribbing on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/tribbing/</link><description>Recent content in Tribbing 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/tribbing/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Jennifer Discovers Herself</title><link>/stories/2025/08/09/jennifer-discovers-herself/</link><pubDate>Sat, 09 Aug 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2025/08/09/jennifer-discovers-herself/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Jennifer finds herself lost in life. Unable to get over her ex-boyfriend Colin, she makes poor decisions and puts herself in bad situations. Until she meets her match on Tinder.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A silly side-story expanding on Jennifer, mentioned in &lt;a href="../storiesek/the_happiness_of_ella_bloom.html"&gt;The Happiness of Ella Bloom&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h4 id="1---lost-in-a-spa-resort"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 - Lost in a spa resort&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I have been hiking all morning. Actually, I’ve only been going for an hour or two. But I’m already tired. My backpack is heavy, my feet hurt and I feel filthy.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Part-Time Equine</title><link>/stories/2024/12/29/part-time-equine/</link><pubDate>Sun, 29 Dec 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/12/29/part-time-equine/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-15"&gt;Part 15&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I struggled to contain my breaths as my movements increased. I felt sweat begin to travel down my neck as I pushed myself harder than I have ever done before, I knew I needed to get better at this, I knew who I was right then wasn&amp;rsquo;t enough, I knew I needed more strength.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The trees whipped by me at a rapidly growing rate. The cool morning air flew through my hair, whistling through my ears and pushed against my tired body. I took two large breaths before my body begged me to cease all movement, involuntarily forcing my legs to stop in place. It was a much calmer morning, a collection of clouds covered the entire sky and blocked the world from the burning sun.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Maidbot Partitioned</title><link>/stories/2024/10/30/maidbot-partitioned/</link><pubDate>Wed, 30 Oct 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/10/30/maidbot-partitioned/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="chapter-1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;With Halloween a week away, Jennifer was shopping for costumes in a local party shop. Rummaging in the bottom of a dusty bin, she was surprised to find a couple of Robomaid boxes. Robomaids? She had heard of them. As far as she could tell, they were just android bodies packaged as a sexy maid. She knew there had been a whole series of federal laws passed, to limit their public presence. She didn’t remember why. She hadn’t really paid attention, since it wasn’t like somebody with her income could afford anything so expensive. In fact, Robomaids weren’t even available in her part of the country. Local conservatives had joined the religious right, fighting against the infiltration of ‘false humans’ into society. They had pressured the state legislature into further limiting the function of Robomaids in public. As a result, the local market for artificial maids had yet to take off.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Sorcerer's Apprentice</title><link>/stories/2022/11/23/the-sorcerers-apprentice/</link><pubDate>Wed, 23 Nov 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/11/23/the-sorcerers-apprentice/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-4"&gt;Part 4&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was shaping up to be an absolutely beautiful day. The sky was clear and bright, painted in brilliant shades of blue and gold as the sun slowly began to crest the horizon and peak above the treetops. The canopy of purest emerald overhead rustled and shook as a faint breeze set the trees swaying this way and that, casting dappled patterns of shadow and glistening shafts of light over the earth in shifting, nonsense patterns while the last lingering remnants of dew glittered like a thousand diamonds. It was the sort of glorious sight that only the most dedicated early riser could truly enjoy. However, feeling the damp earth give ever so slightly beneath the soles of her shoes, her lungs burning as she sucked in ragged breath after ragged breath, skin almost clammy from the cool air washing over sweat covered skin, Brianna Wilde was not in the best position to appreciate that beauty. Rather, as she jogged along the little wooded path, the muscles of her legs protesting each step and the faint chirp of birdsong drowned out by her racing heart and harsh breathing, the only thing the blue-haired girl was really aware of was the gloriously toned form of Sofia Petrovna jogging along a handful of paces in front of her. Though covered with a sheen of sweat as well, the blonde did not seem at all phased by the effort, her form perfect as she set a quick but manageable pace, the muscles of her strong thighs and pert ass almost rippling beneath wonderfully tanned skin, while each step set her ample breasts bouncing tantalizingly despite the tight sports bra she was wearing. It was an intoxicating sight, and one that almost made up for having to wake up so early in the morning. Almost. Still, despite the burn she could feel in every fiber of her being, and the creeping exhaustion from trying to keep pace with her mistress, Brianna could not help but be a little proud of herself as well. While she certainly lacked the discipline, or desire, to pursue the kind of fitness regime that Sofia had dedicated herself to for decades, these early morning jogs were getting easier. Every day it seemed as if her muscles protested a little less, her breathing came a little easier, and her stamina grew just a bit more. And besides that, while she had never said anything it was clear that fitness was an important part of Sofia’s life and it felt… nice to be able to share this with her, especially when Roxanna could not.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sam and Em</title><link>/stories/2022/09/28/sam-and-em/</link><pubDate>Wed, 28 Sep 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/09/28/sam-and-em/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-10"&gt;Chapter 10&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I ran into the room, out of breath and gasping from sprinting across the large building. I found myself in a bland, white skyscraper, no colour filled the void apart from the white room and the dull, blue sky that stood at the horizon. The room I entered was an office, a large, white chair sat at a large, white table and the rest of the room had nothing else inside it. It wasn&amp;rsquo;t the room I was interested in, I ran to the other side where a plate of glass blocked me from the outside world.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sam and Em</title><link>/stories/2022/05/23/sam-and-em/</link><pubDate>Mon, 23 May 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/05/23/sam-and-em/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-7"&gt;Chapter 7&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;What are we going to do?&amp;rdquo; Emily asked, on the verge of tears as she put on her pyjamas.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I couldn&amp;rsquo;t answer, I didn&amp;rsquo;t know the answer. Jane never gave us enough time to explain ourselves, not that there was anything to explain. As soon as she saw our two bodies on top of each other, she walked right into the kitchen and she had been in there since. Despite being stunned at first, I managed to get off Emily and we escaped into the safety of our bedroom where we dressed in our sleepwear.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sam and Em</title><link>/stories/2022/02/24/sam-and-em/</link><pubDate>Thu, 24 Feb 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/02/24/sam-and-em/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-6"&gt;Chapter 6&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Mmmmm,&amp;rdquo; I whimpered softly to myself.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We had only been in the bedroom for ten minutes but Emily already had me completely naked and on the bed. Emily was nearly naked herself, wearing only her bra and panties, a collection of our clothes were laid out on the floor. My orders were to lie completely still and close my eyes, I was happy to oblige as I was slowly fading to the realm of sleep anyway.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Dive</title><link>/stories/2021/12/05/dive/</link><pubDate>Sun, 05 Dec 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/12/05/dive/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-4---the-sun-warrior"&gt;Chapter 4 - The Sun Warrior&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Let me look at you. Why are you so pretty? Your hair is so blue. I love it so much.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;You are pretty too, Evelyn.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I loved my life this morning. Last night, Nam and I returned to our cabin, leaving Aria and Bethany to their fun, and we had torrid sex all evening until both of us passed out from exhaustion. Earlier, when Nam woke up, she had tried to sneak out to go mining, but I grabbed her wrist and pulled her back in bed. I needed more out of her little tongue.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Dive</title><link>/stories/2021/10/23/dive/</link><pubDate>Sat, 23 Oct 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/10/23/dive/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-3---plums-and-nuts"&gt;Chapter 3 - Plums and Nuts&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;NAM! NAAAAM! THERE IS SOMEBODY OUTSIDE!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes, I saw the hand on the window.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I jumped back on the bed and quickly pulled the blanket over my head.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Why is there someone else in my world? I selected SOLO! Not multiplayer!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I don&amp;rsquo;t know, Evelyn. Shouldn&amp;rsquo;t you let that person in and ask?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;WHAT!? ARE YOU NUTS? What if… What if he kills us?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Down on the Farm</title><link>/stories/2021/09/18/down-on-the-farm/</link><pubDate>Sat, 18 Sep 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/09/18/down-on-the-farm/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Nicole arrived at the farm at exactly eight o’clock. At Annabelle’s direction, she parked her car at the house and stepped out naked. She left her small purse and the yellow and white sundress on the floor in front of the passenger seat.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“So, my naked little cowgirl,” Annabelle asked, “did you drive all the way naked?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Yes,” Nicole replied, “and my car wasn’t parked right next to the back doors of the apartment. It was at the back of the parking lot.” She took a deep breath and then said, “Maybe next time I will park out front.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Gingerbread House</title><link>/stories/2021/07/18/the-gingerbread-house/</link><pubDate>Sun, 18 Jul 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/07/18/the-gingerbread-house/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-2"&gt;Part 2&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The problem, Brianna decided after weeks of thought and indecision was that something that made sense while half asleep often didn’t hold up to scrutiny in the morning. The dream, the hope, of being with her neighbors, of becoming their lover, their plaything&amp;hellip; It was a wonderful dream, long cherished and long dismissed as impossible but then there was her discovery, the discovery that had changed everything. Even now she could easily summon up the images when she closed her eyes, the incredible sight of the two women she had wanted for so long engaging in a BDSM threesome with an unknown woman in heavy bondage. Just the thought of it made her knees weak and lit a fire in her very core. The sight may well have been the most arousing thing she had ever seen and each night she replayed it in her mind over and over, fingers deep within herself as she fantasized about being in that woman’s place, of being cruelly bound and gagged and used. Even just &lt;em&gt;thinking&lt;/em&gt; about it now left her feeling a bit flushed and horny. Thankfully no one had noticed her little distracted daydreams, but the truth remained. And yet, for all that she hoped and dreamed and prayed that this discovery might mean she had a chance at making those fantasies, both old and new, come true Brianna still hesitated. Even if Sofia and Roxanna were in an open relationship, even if they were willing to indulge in a threesome on occasion (and the proof seemed fairly conclusive) what was she going to do? Knock on their door, mention she had been spying on their sex life and ask if there was room for one more? The very idea sounded ludicrous, even in her head. She wasn’t exactly a blushing virgin but Brianna’s romantic experience was still somewhat limited and while she couldn’t say for sure, she had a feeling that was a less than ideal method.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Down on the Farm</title><link>/stories/2021/05/20/down-on-the-farm/</link><pubDate>Thu, 20 May 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/05/20/down-on-the-farm/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Nicole arrived exactly on time at eight on Friday night&amp;hellip; and she was already naked. Because she didn’t want to risk being late, she had left early, pulled into the small glen near the farm to strip off, and waited there until just before eight. She felt very vulnerable sitting naked in her car, but at the same time, it excited her. She really wanted to pleasure herself, but she was afraid that she would get too distracted and not leave for the barn in time.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Animal Cafe</title><link>/stories/2021/01/31/animal-cafe/</link><pubDate>Sun, 31 Jan 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/01/31/animal-cafe/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="chapter-17---christmas-pets"&gt;Chapter 17 - Christmas Pets&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;LUUUCY! LUUUCY! Baaaah!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Sshhh&amp;hellip; I&amp;rsquo;m here&amp;hellip; I&amp;rsquo;m here, Clara.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Luuucy!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;You had another nightmare? It&amp;rsquo;s okay. I&amp;rsquo;m here now. Just calm down. Everything will be okay.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It has been two days since my shameful trip to the hospital. Lucy had brought me back to her small apartment near the Cakes &amp;amp; Pets. She said that for the time being, I wouldn&amp;rsquo;t go anywhere else. Getting better would have to be my only priority, and everything else had to be put to the back burner.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Bunker</title><link>/stories/2021/01/01/the-bunker/</link><pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2021 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2021/01/01/the-bunker/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="part-two"&gt;Part Two&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Slave slut continued to thrash and scream every time a crab ran across her body. If she had not been self-gagging by holding her mouth tightly closed, the beach patrol, anyone on the beach, and probably the Coast Guard would already be here.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I called out to her, “slut! Get control of yourself.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“But there are bugs running all over me,” she whined back.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“They aren’t bugs,” I replied. “They’re crabs. And the only danger is if they get near your mouth or nose, which they won’t do to you because you can hold your head up.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Dollers and Sense Part 3: Transformation</title><link>/stories/2013/02/21/dollers-and-sense-part-3-transformation/</link><pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/02/21/dollers-and-sense-part-3-transformation/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="dollersandsense2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dollers and Sense Part 2: Sally&amp;rsquo;s Pony&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3: Transformation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sally lay, sprawled in the corner of the couch. Her arms splayed, her head cocked at an awkward angle, her huge doll eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. A living toy set aside to be played with later.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She could hear their voices, but not the words. They were at the counter in the corner. The older blonde woman, her pony&amp;rsquo;s owner, her, Sally&amp;rsquo;s pony. That&amp;rsquo;s how she thought of him and she felt a twinge of jealousy.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Dollers and Sense Part 2: Sally's Pony</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/dollers-and-sense-part-2-sallys-pony/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/dollers-and-sense-part-2-sallys-pony/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="dollersandsense.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dollers and Sense&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2: Sally&amp;rsquo;s Pony&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Sally.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Sally? Why Sally, Master?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Why not.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes, Master.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Liz popped a bit of cheese into her mouth and took a sip of wine. She was kneeling, naked, at Dan&amp;rsquo;s feet nibbling off an hors d&amp;rsquo;ouvre tray on the coffee table. She had gotten back to the suite about an hour ago after walking the corridors, naked, in just her doll skin and mask - cum splattered doll skin and mask. She was miserable. No. Now that Dan had named her it was Sally who was miserable.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The New House Rules 3</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-new-house-rules-3/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-new-house-rules-3/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="newhouserules2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The New House Rules 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Chapter 3&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I sat staring aimlessly out my office window. My office was on the low rent side of the building and the view was of the parking lot. Who knows how long I had been watching people come and go in their cars. Focus did not seem to be something my mind was capable of. I leaned back in my chair and turned my wrists palms up and held them together in front of me. The rope marks had faded and I missed them more than I could stand. I pouted and spun my chair back to my desk. The mountain of paperwork had grown since monday, and it would grow more before the week was over. Damn.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>