Synthetic
synthetic, the word tickled his tongue as he looked around 'what did they mean...synthetic?'
Synthetic Survey
Pip rubbed at her neck, making soft synthetic tones that eased her immediately. oh but the satisfaction...she didn't even let out a squeak as he mounted her, short arms clutching at her sides.
Synthetic Savior
The small station was one of many orbiting the planet, each was staffed by a synthetic being. the mission that brought me here was to determine why we had lost contact with the synth running this one.
Mail Order Dragon: Friends From the Farm
I yawned widely and stretched as I came awake. Draggo's arms were wrapped gently around me, and my head was nestled under his chin. I had turned over in my sleep so that I was facing him. Sensing I was awake, he brought his muzzle...
Synthetic Scaling
Grey plating forms around your crotch, that softer and smoother black synthetic skin surrounding and pressing up against your stiff penis.
Synthetic Sub
I slowly approached the synthetic servant from behind. my eyes were locked on his posterior. his muscular posterior.
Smoldering Synthetics
The synthetic serpents were waiting at the top, coiled around each other. alex looked past them to the rest of the lounge.
Mail Order Dragon: Affection Level Partner
The weekend had arrived! Since I didn't have to work, I had turned off my alarm so I could sleep in. The feeling of naturally waking up was wonderful, but the feeling of the warm scaly chest pressed against my back, and the large arm...
Mail Order Dragon: A Surprising Request
Looking at the label i saw it was from synthetic companions inc, so i assumed it must be draggo’s clothing order. “thanks brian, one sec!”
Mail Order Dragon: A visit to the Farm
When I awoke, something felt off. It took me a moment to realize that Draggo had already gotten up, and I was alone in bed. I had grown used to waking up in his gentle embrace. I lifted my head groggily, wondering where he was. ...
Synthetic Unlife
FMII-4133, or as she was named by Robert Johnson in 2039, Elizabeth Johnson stares at the same wall she's stared at for some three thousand years, not because she's trapped in the twenty-first century home, but because there is nothing left she wants...
Mail Order Dragon: Increasing Affection Levels
I returned with my laptop and sat back down, and quickly logged in and pulled up the synthetic companions website. i turned the laptop and slid it over to draggo.