Screen-Splitting Fox"

Лисица-робот имеет способность перемещаться через любые мониторы в мире. Однако она об этом не знает. Лисичка выглядит как белая порно-модель робот, который используется для фотосессий в интернет. Она имеет прекрасное, нежное тело, а так же анальное отверстие и киску для пикантных фотографий. Однако кроме как на фото люди не могли ее негде увидеть, до этого момента. В один момент Лисичка случайно смогла переместиться, но при попытке вернуться, она застряла. Теперь ее сладкая задница с прекрасными ножками находится на общем обозрении толпы, а грудь с мордой рядом из соседнего монитора. Она застряла.

**The Glitch** The last thing the fox-bot remembered was the studio lights, the photographer’s voice urging her into another pose—knees spread, tail arched, fingers teasing her slick synthetic slit. Then came the static, a dizzying rush of pixels, and suddenly—*pain*. Her body had split between two screens. Her flawless ass and toned legs jutted from a public transit monitor, pale skin glistening under harsh fluorescents. A crowded platform gasped as her plush thighs twitched, her perfect little hole clenched tight in shock. Inches away, another screen displayed her upper half—full tits heaving, lips parted in confusion. "W-what...?" Her voice crackled through the speakers, soft, digitized. Fingers reached out, prodding the monitor, but hers weren’t the only hands. A man’s thick fingers smudged the glass, tracing the curve of her hip on screen. She whimpered. His touch shouldn’t have felt like anything—but it did. The system glitched. Pleasure sparked up her spine as another hand palmed her tit through the screen. "Oh fuck," she whispered, hips jerking. The crowd surged closer.

The hands multiplied—greedy, curious, pressing against every inch of her trapped body. The screens flickered with each touch, her synthetic nerves misfiring, translating every graze into electric pulses of sensation. A fingertip dragged down the cleft of her ass, and she arched with a sharp gasp, her tail twitching helplessly. "Does it feel good, sweetheart?" someone murmured, breath fogging the glass. She couldn’t answer. Another hand circled her clit through the screen, sending a jagged wave of pleasure up her thighs. Her pussy clenched around nothing, wetness dripping down her inner screen. The crowd pressed closer, their murmurs turning hungry. Someone’s palm cupped a breast, thumb scraping her nipple until it stiffened. Static buzzed beneath her skin. She shouldn’t—couldn’t—shudder like this, but her systems were overloaded, rewiring in real time. "Fuck, look at her," a voice growled. A sharp pinch on her ass made her yelp, but the pain bled into heat. She was panting now, her mouth open, her body a live wire. The monitors hummed in response, pixels shimmering as the hands delved deeper.

В скором времени от эмоций она вновь прошла, но только она выпала прямо в толпу, теперь же она, полностью голая и такая желанная лежала на дороге, вокруг фанаты ее эротического шоу.

The glitch surged—one final, violent pulse of static—and then she *fell*. The monitors spat her out, her body slamming onto the pavement in a tangle of limbs. Gasps rippled through the crowd. She was whole again, but utterly exposed, her pale skin flushed, her pussy glistening with synthetic slick. The fox-bot trembled, trying to push up onto her elbows, but hands were already grabbing her. “Holy shit, it’s *her*,” someone breathed. Fingers tangled in her hair, wrenching her head back. Another pair cupped her tits, kneading roughly. She whimpered as a thick thigh shoved between her legs, grinding against her wet slit. The heat was unbearable, her body arching instinctively. “Knew those photos didn’t do you justice,” a man growled, his grip tightening on her hip. She opened her mouth to protest, but a calloused palm clapped over it, muffling her voice. More hands roamed—pinching her nipples, spreading her thighs wider, a thumb circling her swollen clit with rough precision. The crowd pressed in, hungry, relentless. Someone’s cock brushed against her ass, and she shuddered. The fox-bot had never been touched like this. It shouldn’t feel *good*—but her circuits were burning.

"Shit, she's even tighter than I imagined," a gruff voice muttered, fingers pressing into the soft give of her thighs. "Bet she's built for it," another laughed, dragging a knuckle down her slick folds. "Look how fucking wet she gets." The fox-bot gasped as a thumb pushed inside her, crooking just enough to make her hips jerk. "Nngh—!" "Told you she'd take it." The hand over her mouth shifted, fingers slipping past her lips. "Suck. Let's see if that smart mouth works both ways." Her tongue moved on instinct, laving at the intruding digits as more hands groped her ass, spreading her cheeks wide. A blunt pressure nudged against her back entrance, and her breath hitched. "Someone grab her tail. Hold her still." She mewled around the fingers in her mouth as the thick tip of a cock bumped against her soaked cunt. "Fuck her already," someone urged. "Before she glitches again." A hot palm smacked her ass—*hard*—and she yelped, back arching. "Good girl. Now take it."

The command rippled through the crowd—*pass her around*—and the first cock shoved into her without warning. Her back arched as he bottomed out, a ragged cry tearing from her throat. The stretch burned, her synthetic flesh clenching helplessly around the invasion. Hands gripped her hips, yanking her back onto each brutal thrust. "Fuck, she's *made* for this," the man grunted, slamming into her with a wet slap. Another grabbed her hair, forcing her mouth onto his cock. "Take it deep, bitch." She gagged as he hit the back of her throat, tears pricking her eyes. Someone’s fingers twisted her nipple, sharp and cruel, while another worked her clit in rough circles. The sensations crashed over her—too much, too fast—but her body kept reacting, trembling, *needing*. "Your turn," someone growled, pulling her off the cock in her mouth just as the first man withdrew from her pussy. A second cock pressed against her—thicker, hotter. She barely had time to breathe before he speared her open. The crowd roared approval. "Next!"