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"Here we are, baby. I hope you don't mind the change of venue."

That was extremely unlikely. Since they'd just moved from an incredibly expensive hot springs resort suite to an incredibly expensive cabin up above the snow line. That was mostly because Ahri had only booked a week at the former, and at the end of it she and Rito had frankly decided they had a lot more fucking to do - she'd promised to suck him dry the morning the left, and five swallows later he was still hard and raring to go, so Ahri had texted her agent to organise more out-of-city leave. And boy had Rito enjoyed railing Ahri while she was bent over and busy on her phone.

So that was why they were in a snow cabin now. Ahri wouldn't quite call it 'cosy', it was a bit bigger than that. But still, it was nicely isolated, and the place was so expensively built it was still warm inside while having these big picture windows. In fact there was so much nothing but snow, cliffs, trees, and sky out there she might even be okay with having her tits pressed up against the window at some point.

"I can't promise we'll be alone the whole time, these places are meant to hold three or four," Ahri said. "My agent wouldn't put us here with anyone we can't fuck in front of, though."

denise posting in

dw_maintenance

I keep forgetting to post about this: we've been troubleshooting the "missing notifications" problem for the past few days. (Well, I say "we", really I mean Mark and Robby; I'm just the amanuensis.) It's been one of those annoying loops of "find a logical explanation for what could be causing the problem, fix that thing, observe that the problem gets better for some people but doesn't go away completely, go back to step one and start again", sigh.

Mark is hauling out the heavy debugging ordinance to try to find the root cause. Once he's done building all the extra logging tools he needs, he'll comment to this entry. After he does, if you find a comment that should have gone to your inbox and sent an email notification but didn't, leave him a link to the comment that should have sent the notification, as long as the comment itself was made after Mark says he's collecting them. (I'd wait and post this after he gets the debug code in but I need to go to sleep and he's not sure how long it will take!)

We're sorry about the hassle! Irregular/sporadic issues like this are really hard to troubleshoot because it's impossible to know if they're fixed or if they're just not happening while you're looking. With luck, this will give us enough information to figure out the root cause for real this time.

amber_lens posting in

hydral

"Hey, Hiro. Looking for your other half?"

Yes, actually, he was. Zero Two wandering off at St. Ashmiel's was nothing to be alarmed about. Sometimes she got curious and went to explore something, sometimes she just wanted to get her dick in someone or get someone's dick in her and went off to make it happen. Darling would forever be her favourite of course, but she'd come to appreciate that a bit of variety and time apart - sexually and otherwise - both felt good and didn't make her love him any less. Plus everyone told them that spending a little time apart was healthy.

That meant that sometimes Hiro had to go looking for her, though. And a combination of asking people and following his senses, he'd ended up at the shared suite the Shiftlings lived in. Fair enough, they were quite well-known to each other after that whole island-in-the-storm incident, and pretty good fuckbuddies. So when he'd knocked on the door and been invited in, it was pretty normal to see Amber, Milly, and Feana all sitting around the common area when Amber asked her question.

chainnails posting in

hydral

How did this keep happening to her? Being stuck in her Gorgon form with a painfully hard cock, that was. In an irritating irony, it was a completely different set of personal issues that kept her in this state this time. For one, while it had been quite a while since she'd last had sex, it's wasn't just being pent-up that had her aroused. Instead of was the sounds of playful affectionate sex floating through the thin wall from the next room - from the sounds of it, the CPUs had all transformed and were fooling around. More being touchy-feely than going straight for the prize by the sounds of it, but Medusa had definitely heard a couple of orgasms anyway. And that made her desperate for one of her own, if only this body had to means to masturbate comfortably. And stick with this body she would, as part of a promise she made. Even if transforming would make it so much simpler to give herself the two or three tugs necessary for some relief... or just fit through the side door.

That was the only thing stopping Medusa from seeking her girlfriend for some blessed relief, or grabbing the first fairy she saw and helping herself to a hole. The main doors separating her from the rest of the house went right through where the frisky CPUs were. There was a smaller door most people would use without a second thought, if they were coming or going from the training room or pool perhaps, but Medusa's current body simply would not fit. So she was stuck listening, frustrated beyond belief and unable to even think of any surfaces down here soft enough to be worth humping.

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