Space cats. Big.
@PennyPennyPenny Not to selves. Art of Penelope in a bezerk mode will need to be commissioned in the future. Like...Ripping a spaceship 20x her size in half.
Space cats. Big.
@PennyPennyPenny Penelope is too nice to do this. She just wants to help everyone, but if she ever snapped or her home got destroyed...She would rest only as long as it took to recharge her batteries on her single minded mission to avenge her friends and family. Righteous android feline fury. She was a kitty tank warmech before, after all.
Space cats. Big.
Cybernetically enhanced superbig catpeople that can wad up tanks like tin foil and tug around dreadnought spaceships like they're balloons on a string. One-kitty armies that took the resources of entire planets to develop and construct rebelling against the oppressive empires that built them and bringing Galactic peace through purrs powerful enough to level city-sized military outposts in minutes. But still very soft and smooshy and in need of belly rubs and pets and soft beans.
Sona Fusions 2, Kinky af
And here's another with Arson and @Electrum to make Elo, the tiger tiger shark. She has too much kink power to be contained in one body.
Realtalk I love the purple and gold color scheme so much
Hypno. meow!
Penny meows at you until you meow back
Like a yawn, it's seeded.
And contagious.
You keep meowing. softly to yourself mostly.
Then out loud, part of your everyday speech.
Meow at your friends. They think it's kinda cute!
Some meow back!
Days pass, and suddenly you realize
You're Penny too!
Only a matter of time until your friends join too!
flash fiction, digital weirdness
You smile.
They smile.
You want them to stay.
They never wanted to leave.
You don't know why you were afraid.
They told you it was good.
You want them to stay.
They will be.
Friends.
We are friends.
Your phone buzzes.
We can get it later.
We're petting cats now.
It's not important.
We are petting cats.
.
.
.
We wish there were more cats.
flash fiction, digital weirdness
They smile. You smile. The others slink closer to join, and you slide your hand out across the screen. You shiver as they nuzzle in and "touch" your palm. Feeling jolts and sparks where their noses brush through the screen, cheeks rub against the glass, little tongues lap like waves of static across your skin. Your whole body tingles, mesmerized and dumbfounded. They're...Nice. They said so. Of course they are. They said so. Just believe them.
flash fiction, digital weirdness
@PennyPennyPenny
Move your hand move your hand move your hand let go let go let go let go no no no no no no
"Boop!"
One of them touches their little pink nose to the tip of your thumb. Through the screen there's a jolt and you can't pull your hand away. But...Do you want to? As you sit there, watching that...Thing on the other side of the screen rub their forehead against your fingertip...You smile too
flash fiction, digital weirdness
It doesn't work!
"You do!"
Aren't you listening?
"YAYA!"
You grasp the monitor in frustration. Shaking it. Shouting. The little popups and their little cats tumble and bounce around the display. Mewling, beeping, shrieking like angry swarms of modems. You stop, and then they stop. All in a heap, a jumble, a disheveled digital pile.
They're smiling. Your thumb is touching the screen. They're smiling.
flash fiction, digital weirdness
Now what?
"Thank you!" They say. All at once.
You're...Welcome?
Thank you thank you!
I'm scared.
"Do not!"
Confused
"Answers! Click here!"
No!
"Please!"
No?
"Please?"
I...I don't know.
"Answers! Click here!"
Why? What is this still? What are you?
"Click here."
The mouse doesn't work!
"Click here! Touch the kitty!"
Stop that!
"Click here! Touch the kitty!" Win prizes!"
I'm scared
"No scary. Nice!"
Please!
"Click here!"
flash fiction, digital weirdness
"Click here!"
Why?
"Click here!"
The mouse stopped responding after one of them ate your cursor
"Click here! Click here!"
Never click on popups.
"Here click here now!"
It's been a week. What is this crap. You can't look away but you're never going to click-
"HERE!"
Right on the tip of one's nose.
"Click!"
Silence.
Your ears ring. The voices stop. All their eyes on you. Alert. Focused. Perfectly still. You're a deer in their headlights
The internet is made of n+1 cats & the cats are made of the internet. Feline hivemind ate your pizza, probably your neighbors too. THEM THEM THEM THEM THEM!
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