Jun 3
I remember I played RainWorld Clangen a while ago, got bored and deleted it but I saved screenshots of one of the prettiest slugcats I've seen
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I remember I played RainWorld Clangen a while ago, got bored and deleted it but I saved screenshots of one of the prettiest slugcats I've seen
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This is an old follower in my save. She's called Edgelord, and she's writes emo poetry. I imagine her lighter fur patterns would like those emo face paints. I imagine she's a disciple but also the main librarian of the Red Crown Library.
I know the cafe doesn't mind florets dropping by, but can we get opinions on dolls? Just curious!
Dolls are of course welcome to visit, the Cuddledrones love fawning over a lovely doll that gets placed in their enclosure
(and, of course, all dolls are lovely dolls 💜)
What if prunsel was the real kink account all along....
It thinks you may have the wrong address,
this is the <Fat Pet Cuddledrone Cafe>, the <Rubbermon TF Factory> is down the street.
Huh, so about half of its blog is something that is. Technically no longer TOS-compliant on this sight.
Unfortunate.
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So.. Mistress is big enough to envelop a cuddledrones head.. Could she swallow them whole?
I don't think you're into that, but the thought of being nicely drugged and squeezed by a belly is fantastic..
Sorry for asking but.. I'm curious now..
Funny you should suggest that!
Mistress Manna’s original Synth patterngroup [REDACTED] was purpose-made for deep-sea exploration. When she began modifying herself after her ‘retirement’ from that line of work, among the design features she retained for sentimental purposes was a sample and specimen capsule located in her abdomen. This capsule could be sealed and pressurized to safely deliver samples to the surface without risk of depressurization compromising the payload!
Since her modification however, she has altered the capsule for more recreational purposes; the capsule is now padded and lined for occupant comfort, is partially insulated from external sounds and electronic frequencies, and can dispense aerosolized medical compounds for the occupant as needed, or ‘needed’.
This capsule now largely serves as a sensory pod for overwhelmed pets, as the warm, dark, and quiet space has a great calming effect on many non-claustrophobic Cuddledrones. Pets can be safely removed from the pod once they are sufficiently relaxed and ready to reconnect to the sensory network.
…Mistress does, on occasion, use the pod for more recreational pet requests, though she tends to keep to herself her own enjoyment of the closest thing she can experience to ‘fullness’ as a synthetic being. Depending on subject preference the capsule can be accessed either by temporarily opening her frontal plating, or ‘orally’ if the pet requests it.
Also, SOFTIE’s blog is now fully backed up in case Something Happens Here, at which point it will post wherever it decides to slowly drip-feed import its text posts to.
Imagine.
Cuddledrones talking one morning before open hours; some lucid, some not. A bratty Cuddledrone starts talking big about its resilience and willpower to resist Dronedrugs, it’s not even that hard!
somehow not realizing she’s in earshot of Mistress, lounging in her conversation pit.
With a mischievous grin Mistress pulls herself partway out of the pit for a little extra reach and—
Opens her mouth and clamps down over the bratty Cuddledrone’s head (and neck, and shoulders; her pets are just so adorably small compared to her), briefly plunging it into complete darkness and muffled sound. She wraps a hand around its middle and lightly presses down against its belly, just enough pressure on its diaphragm to force an exhalation. Mistress winks at a nearby Cuddledrone, and with a click and a hissssss a mostly full tank of vaporized Dronedrugs depressurizes into her mouth, thick smoky vapor venting out in jets from Mistress’ nasal ducts and in the few gaps in the seal formed by her mouth. The captured Cuddledrone involuntarily fills its lungs to capacity with its gasp of surprise, its consciousness and ability to string more than a single thought together thoroughly obliterated for the next few dozen hours.
Mistress releases the Cuddledrone from her maw, with a pat and a smooch on the head. It can only respond with quiet wordless vocalizations of incoherent bliss.
Manna smiles and gently reminds the still lucid pets who were witness to the act that their states of lucidity are permitted at her whim, and is more than happy to demonstrate this loving authority, should necessity arise. Several Cuddledrones quickly devolve into flustered messes from both this reminder and the sudden shift in the sensory network, and Mistress returns to her conversation with hardly a missed beat.