Cyberbun6

I gotta say, I love the tactical look

Can I ask where you got those pants? 🫣

Butch maid stewing with anger and humiliation as she sucks her 'employers' cock, told to take his cum in her mouth and spit it out into his hand.

He rubs the cum and spit all over her face and hair, then sends her away to prepare lunch.

Good news for fans of Malodious: I am continuing along this path and I intend to redo all 7 of the main cast :)

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I really badly want to get practice drawing nsfw, my prices are reasonable, come pay me to draw tits

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Working on a picture, a mech pilot is getting salvaged, her memories erased.

She's had a hard bitter life of loss and conflict,

The techs observe as her eyes flutter shut. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Her sense of self ebbing away—but with it, the pain.

In her last moments,

she smiles

In an abandoned building, an android girl places a device containing a distorted ghost into the back of a hollow android girl who sits dormant on the ground. In the background, another android girl sits casually next to a series of computer displays, overseeing the process.

Waking up a sister

Three elven pilots sit eagerly looking at the camera from down below. One is used for pleasure with bruises all over their body, one is used for meat with various cuts on their once perfect skin, and one is used for milk, their pilot suit partially opened as their breasts attempt to burst free. Each one has a cattle tag attached to their ear with their other use. Their eyes are dull and eager to please their owner whatever that means. In the corner 3 cartoonized faces say "Livestock can't consent"

Elven pilots are such versatile things. Why you ask? well as long as you find one piece of their body they can be brought back with only a chunk of their soul consumed

Powerful women, pinning me down, shoving Estridol pills under my tongue, clamping my jaw shut, shushing and calling me a good girl as I whimper out of confusion would fix me

The Midwest is dominated by Elastic Solutions, a company known for manufacturing "Living Latex": a substance that can be repurposed to nearly any task. Recently, the company has organized the hostile takeover of the Huston Tropics and the emergent biotech company, NuLyfe.

The East Coast is controlled by Dragon Systems, a British cybernetics company that operates an illicit trafficking and experimentation operation through a network of contracted criminal organizations.

Three major megacorps control the North American city-states:

The West Coast is dominated by Canis Industries, a robotics company known for creating the A-series wolf bots as a "peacekeeping" force. Canis bots use a positronic brain that contains a shackled sentient artificial intelligence.

painting of a rusted over mech standing in the water, left and forgotten where it died. a fisher sits on top of it and greets a passing boat of other people.

a later retread on the same idea. i think the mech looks more dormant now with this less active posing and more sunken into the sealevel. I like this version better i think.

im going through some old art and past me was really hung up on this idea of a post-mech-war age where people return to simpler living and the machines of violence recede into the environment. i figured this may be of interest.

Anthros are human-animal hybrids created before the Surge to fill specialized roles and who are now viewed as one of the lowest tiers of society.

Sylvans are ultra-wealthy humans who, through extensive genetic editing have become more akin to fantastical creatures and elves than people.

Now, several hundred years later, the majority of humanity lives in corporate-owned city states.

Humanity is divided into three main categories: Sylvan, Base, and Anthro.

The World after The Surge

In humanity's future, in order to solve a rising energy crisis, people turn to Paranatural Energy, the power of belief. Experiments result in a series of global, magical catastrophes that upend society and give rise to new monsters.

"Clean me up," he ordered. "Fetch a new suit, then get ready to go." He gave the rabbit a swat on the ass as she moved to leave. "Then come help me pick out our new toy."

He thrust up into her throat, her mouth making sucking sounds before he hilted himself. A spray of vomit erupted from around his shaft and her nostrils. He could just make out a muffed whine before he began to pound her throat. He came quickly, spraying his load across her puke covered face.

He pulled her back by the ears before forcing the head back into her mouth. The rabbit did her best to take his length, working her way down and using her hands to make up the rest. Before long, he groaned in frustration and gripped the back of her head, forcing her down with a wretching sound.

She fished out his massive, knotted cock and began to kiss and lick the tapered head. The pit sighed, idly petting the girl’s head as he relaxed. She tongued along the his shaft, coating his cock in spit before working her way down to his furry balls.

“Don’t worry princess. You’re still my favorite cunt. I know you need some more help around my home so I thought we could pick out a new toy together.” The rabbit sighed, relieved. She placed her hands on the pit’s crotch and unzipped his pants.

He glanced down at her before smiling reassuringly. He gripped her firmly by the long ears and pulled her until she knelt between his legs, nose buried against his crotch. It smelled strongly of sweat, cigar smoke, and fine cotton-like armor fiber.

He nodded approvingly. “Good girl,” he growled before leaning back in his chair. The rabbit continued, listing his schedule until she got to a line that made her pause. “Sir… You have a visit to the market today.” She looked up at him with concern.

“Open,” he commanded. Without hesitation, the rabbit opened her mouth and he tapped out the ash from his cigar onto her tongue. She waited obediently until he issued another command.“Swallow.” She did, choking down the bitter ash, before showing him that she had completed the task.

The rabbit spoke, describing the pit bull’s day, his appointments, the state of his finances, updates from his various enterprises. The pit-bull sighed: he had grown bored of hearing his girl prattle on. The dog leaned forward, reaching out the hand holding his cigar.

Around her neck was a heavy posture collar. The rabbit’s hands were held out in front of her, palms facing up. A holographic display emitted from her hands displaying an agenda.

He wore a perfectly tailored suit, minus the jacket which was draped across the rabbit’s outstretched arms. The rabbit was dressed in a lewd mockery of a suit that displayed more of her body than it covered. Her ankles and wrists were weighed down with blue metal chains.

A rabbit knelt next to a pit bull. The dog lounged in an oversized armchair, puffing idly on a cigar and cupping a snifter full of whiskey. Before him, was a massive oak desk on which sat a heavy, ornamented rail pistol—the mark of someone who had made a fortune living outside the law.