Vacancy
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-Auction is for the character in blue.
-SB: $30
-Female only
-Pony, Unicorn, Pegasus or Bat Pony
-All pieces will be inked and colored. $70 and above gets simple shading and highlights as well.
ETA: 1 week
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Vacancy
It was raining again.
Cars glistened, neon reflections stroking over their smooth poly-plastic surfaces as they rushed silently past above the road. Hunched against a yakisoba and pierogi stand, a pony watched, waiting for the traffic to grow just thick enough before she slipped to the left, disappearing into the back alleys that lead to ripper lane.
As she neared the lane her right front hoof gave a twitch, then jerked out, slamming into the alley's NewCrete wall and setting off a short but intense burst of obscenities as she tumbled the rest of the way down the end of the steps she had been descending. She picked herself up quickly, trying not to put too much weight on the augmented hoof, and b-lined it for the slicer's shop as fast as she could.
The door opened with a stale creak, the electric chime above attempting a sound that had probably been friendly before ten years of silicon rot. "When are you going to replace that thing Sector?" she grumbled to the long-haired pony lounging behind the counter, tossing her bag in the corner.
"Hello to you too." He responded, a smile beneath all that hair. "How's the leg?"
"I don't want to hear it." The mare replied, already heading for the chop room in back. "Just get the sync back."
He smiled again, moving casually to follow her back. "Hey, if you're gonna keep makin' work for me, I'm not gonna complain."
She was already in the chair by the time Sector found his way to the back of the shop. At his gesture she gave an annoyed tilt of the head, bringing the ports at the base of her skull up to the right angle for access. He whistled something very off-key as he slipped the plugs into place, carefully adjusting and tweaking.
Sector was saying something. She turned, but before she could say anything a wave of disorientation hit her. By the time she realized she was falling, her head had almost hit the soft cushion of the headrest. But it never did. She felt herself fall through it. Through and down, down and down, tumbling into darkness.
******
Groggily, the mare picked herself off the ground for the second time in an hour, offering a few more curses. She glanced around and blinked. The non-descript blackness around her was impossible to mistake: somehow she was in a default MindSpace room, the place they dumped ponies from hard-core jobs while their bodies were "in the shop" for a few days of repairs. A glitched hoof was not a hardcore repair. What the hell was she doing here?
"What the hell am I doing here Sector?" She called out to the darkness.
"Sector is out right now." A heavily synthesized voice replied, echoing off the non-existent walls. "The 'client' on your last job took issue with the financial damage caused, so they sent me to collect. Sector was kind enough to have some shockingly bad security, so I 'borrowed' him and waited for your next tune-up. Hows the leg?"
The mare tried to shout something back, but found that she couldn't.
"No, you don't need to talk anymore. Just relax and enjoy the show."
A screen flickered to life in the darkness, and the mare's eyes went wide as she saw herself, limp against the chair, legs spread as Sector, well, Sector's BODY, fucked her enthusiastically. She tried to yell again. It still didn't work.
"Didn't want to let you go to waste. No telling what the client will do with you once you're delivered after all."
She stared angrily at the screen, trying to find some way out of this.
"Oh, but I'm being rude, you're only getting half the experience. Let's fix that."
The mare gave what would have been a choked gasp as she suddenly felt a very thick cock thrust into her, in perfect time with the one on-screen.
"What's that? More?"
She shook her head, but the protests were ignored. The sensations running through her jumped up in intensity suddenly. Then again. And again. She hunched over in the darkness, moaning helplessly. Despite every effort to focus, it was soon impossible to think about anything but the cock slamming into her, how hot, how slick, how deep. How fantastic. By the time not-Sector finished she was more than ready to do the same, soundlessly moaning in pleasure as the orgasm twitched through her.
The voice cut in again as she collapsed to the floor, simulated juices running down her legs. "Glad you're enjoying yourself. By the way, this is all a recording. I finished with you hours ago. No reason it has to end for you though..."
Wide-eyed again, the mare tried to protest, but her panicked motions were again ignored. The video restarted. The sensations restarted. And soon, she was coming again. The voice clicked off and the mare was left alone in the darkness, silently screaming climax, after climax, after climax.
-SB: $30
-Female only
-Pony, Unicorn, Pegasus or Bat Pony
-All pieces will be inked and colored. $70 and above gets simple shading and highlights as well.
ETA: 1 week
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Vacancy
It was raining again.
Cars glistened, neon reflections stroking over their smooth poly-plastic surfaces as they rushed silently past above the road. Hunched against a yakisoba and pierogi stand, a pony watched, waiting for the traffic to grow just thick enough before she slipped to the left, disappearing into the back alleys that lead to ripper lane.
As she neared the lane her right front hoof gave a twitch, then jerked out, slamming into the alley's NewCrete wall and setting off a short but intense burst of obscenities as she tumbled the rest of the way down the end of the steps she had been descending. She picked herself up quickly, trying not to put too much weight on the augmented hoof, and b-lined it for the slicer's shop as fast as she could.
The door opened with a stale creak, the electric chime above attempting a sound that had probably been friendly before ten years of silicon rot. "When are you going to replace that thing Sector?" she grumbled to the long-haired pony lounging behind the counter, tossing her bag in the corner.
"Hello to you too." He responded, a smile beneath all that hair. "How's the leg?"
"I don't want to hear it." The mare replied, already heading for the chop room in back. "Just get the sync back."
He smiled again, moving casually to follow her back. "Hey, if you're gonna keep makin' work for me, I'm not gonna complain."
She was already in the chair by the time Sector found his way to the back of the shop. At his gesture she gave an annoyed tilt of the head, bringing the ports at the base of her skull up to the right angle for access. He whistled something very off-key as he slipped the plugs into place, carefully adjusting and tweaking.
Sector was saying something. She turned, but before she could say anything a wave of disorientation hit her. By the time she realized she was falling, her head had almost hit the soft cushion of the headrest. But it never did. She felt herself fall through it. Through and down, down and down, tumbling into darkness.
******
Groggily, the mare picked herself off the ground for the second time in an hour, offering a few more curses. She glanced around and blinked. The non-descript blackness around her was impossible to mistake: somehow she was in a default MindSpace room, the place they dumped ponies from hard-core jobs while their bodies were "in the shop" for a few days of repairs. A glitched hoof was not a hardcore repair. What the hell was she doing here?
"What the hell am I doing here Sector?" She called out to the darkness.
"Sector is out right now." A heavily synthesized voice replied, echoing off the non-existent walls. "The 'client' on your last job took issue with the financial damage caused, so they sent me to collect. Sector was kind enough to have some shockingly bad security, so I 'borrowed' him and waited for your next tune-up. Hows the leg?"
The mare tried to shout something back, but found that she couldn't.
"No, you don't need to talk anymore. Just relax and enjoy the show."
A screen flickered to life in the darkness, and the mare's eyes went wide as she saw herself, limp against the chair, legs spread as Sector, well, Sector's BODY, fucked her enthusiastically. She tried to yell again. It still didn't work.
"Didn't want to let you go to waste. No telling what the client will do with you once you're delivered after all."
She stared angrily at the screen, trying to find some way out of this.
"Oh, but I'm being rude, you're only getting half the experience. Let's fix that."
The mare gave what would have been a choked gasp as she suddenly felt a very thick cock thrust into her, in perfect time with the one on-screen.
"What's that? More?"
She shook her head, but the protests were ignored. The sensations running through her jumped up in intensity suddenly. Then again. And again. She hunched over in the darkness, moaning helplessly. Despite every effort to focus, it was soon impossible to think about anything but the cock slamming into her, how hot, how slick, how deep. How fantastic. By the time not-Sector finished she was more than ready to do the same, soundlessly moaning in pleasure as the orgasm twitched through her.
The voice cut in again as she collapsed to the floor, simulated juices running down her legs. "Glad you're enjoying yourself. By the way, this is all a recording. I finished with you hours ago. No reason it has to end for you though..."
Wide-eyed again, the mare tried to protest, but her panicked motions were again ignored. The video restarted. The sensations restarted. And soon, she was coming again. The voice clicked off and the mare was left alone in the darkness, silently screaming climax, after climax, after climax.
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