The Homunculi
A newly born artificial woman, perfect in form but a blank slate in mind, looks to her creator with fearful curiosity in a cold, unfamiliar world.
The Homunculi
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Finally after years of work in the lab you reach your magnum opus... she is perfect, her skin of a pure white contrasting with a hair as black as night that reaches all the way to her hips. Every feminine curve accentuated her breasts, butt and hips all artificially designed to be a work of art of the feminine form, the yellow predator eyes and curvy horns giving accent of exoticity. Yet she lies there fully naked as she slowly rises from her birth pod, amniotic fluids still covering her perfect skin. She looks to the sides taking in her surroundings before hugging herself with a fearful expression on her face hiding her generous breasts. It is cold? Confusion maybe... She looks directly at you, her creator, her voice a melodic blend of softness and depth.
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