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"Statement: There are no further upgrades currently planned," they said, looking up at him. "Elaboration: Your prostate already functions that way, and many scenarios get you close enough that I don't need to do anything as invasive as surgery to make orgasm's happen quicker or to get you to produce more seed. And you already shoot like a rocket~"

At that last line, their monitor displays a little ;) emoticon as one digit gently doodles circles over Aamon's lower stomach.

Aamon hadn't anticipated that their systems were so advanced. 'Pre-decanting education and extra gestation.' And Daisy's question of how to raise their children.

...This was finally starting to hit him. They had already begun gestating seven-thousand of his offspring before they had their little orgy. How many was it now?

"That's ... that's a good question."

He pauses, myriad thoughts swimming around in his skull.

"Obviously I can't raise all of them. I'm only one man. I'm sorry that you'll have to be pulling double-duty for... for almost all of them."

Seven thousand. Minimum. Numbers don't feel real when they're said, but now he starts thinking about it more and more. Fuck, his high school barely had 1,000 students. Seven times his entire high school?

He beckons Daisy closer with a hand, eager to at least give his lover who worked so hard on this a hug! Which brought another thought to the forefront...

"Hmm... any other upgrades you put in me while I was out other than the connector? A switch that makes me cum instantly? Enhanced sperm production? Subdermal rocket launcher?"

It was profoundly hard to tell if that last question was a joke, going by tone alone.

♛ Do they not Love us?

I don't know. Feel free to stop me if I ever get too sad or morose sounding.

But, I love our children unconditionally. And that means, with how many we have, having to come to peace with the fact that we're going to have to deal with one, one day, who has my trickstery side, your ambition, and the raw willpower to see their desires manifest no matter the cost.

♛ But a thousand years is still a very long Time!

♛ It's Entirely possible something will Kill Me.

I do think we're due for another assassination attempt sometime soon. Turns out us fucking in public and defying all common sense of decency REALLY ruffles some feathers (and makes them easy to spy on because they act so rashly)

♛ How far the Empire has Spread...

♛ If I am Remembered...

I just kind of assumed you were immortal.

Or is the 'if I am remembered' comment supposed to mean that you intend to retire at some point?

There is a beat of silence, and the darkening screen of their monitor lit up once more and they spoke in a chipper tone.

At this moment, he's really hoping they can't read his mind right now and know he just compared their tech to some old-as-hell TTRPG's.

"So, a copy of me would get to know what that's like, but I never would ... a boon and a curse, considering how you described it."

Obviously he doesn't want to be totally subsumed. But at the same time, what is life but a small change of one's own consciousness, changing bit by bit day by day? Could one even call what would happen to his engram death if it was gradual and it still existed within Daisy in some small way?

Aamon only had one response.

"...I'd be willing, Daisy, but if it's an engram of me, that stops being me the moment it gets created. I know it may not be the answer you want to hear, but I think this should come with a caveat."

He explains.

As soon as he spoke, a frame approached, small, effete, dressed in a cute nurse costume and holding a clipboard. There was even a silly little paper hat on top of its' monitor-shaped head, a white plus sign on the screen.

"Greeting: Good morning, Sleeping Beauty," it said, making a little note on the clipboard with a pencil. "Question: Before we get to food, how are you feeling?"

"This is part of why I love you. Ya never overlook the little details, or pass up a chance to be cute ... Even if it takes some extra effort."

His long hair will be able to easily disguise the port whenever it's needed, so he gives them a brief nod before speaking once more.

"I'm feeling pretty normal. A touch groggy, anesthesia will do that to ya, but I'd say everything went off as a resounding success."

He pauses. All at once he looks down, seeming contemplative.

The frame Aamon chose next was one designed for fighting large monsters and young kaiju, and as such was thick with armor plating and sharp angles. Not something most would fuck, and yet?

The demon found purchase and a warm and inviting hole to stuff and pound like a beast.

"Instruction: That's it," Daisy whispered from another frame just behind Aamon, holding him as he rutted. "Lose yourself to it. You don't need to do anything else anymore but INSEMINATE every egg I put before your seed. So, pump out as much as you can, Aamon. Breed Me."

"Breed me," Another frame sighed.

"Breed me!" the one he was fucking rumbled.

But he had a job to finish first. Every time he pushed his hips forward into their pussy, Aamon couldn't help but moan out into open air. Shivers ran up his spine.

"You gave a frame meant only to kill a pussy ... Juuuust in cast I was the type of pervert who wanted it carrying my kin? Fuck I love you...~"

His balls were pulling taut already, as Aamon became little more than a machine meant to sire thousands of young. It was the hardest he'd ever fucked in his life, and yet he couldn't even hear the intense clapping of his balls kissing their clit and his hips careening against their ass because of just how many frames were clinging to him and begging for his seed. Knowing that the moment he showed even a hint of weakness, he'd be pulled down into the horde and used as a breeding stud until he passed out...

It was enough for him to hilt his hips one last time, burst past their synthetic cervix, and give the monster-hunter frame nine months of paid vacation as a new generation of warriors gestated within its artificial body. Giving it quadruplets ... Quintuplets?

The moment Aamon realized that seed would get harvested to make hundreds or /thousands/ of offspring instead, he immediately came a second time, his muscles growing loose as his meaty body succumbed to the metallic horde grasping at him. He'd already left his DNA in plenty of 'mates', no need to keep fighting the good fight. Time to let his end as just a normal, flesh and blood being come.

Aamon would lose track of time, and sense of space, and everything else as Daisy's many frames and armatures and everything else that could get itself through the portal took their turns milking him dry, but Daisy didn't.

Plenty of individual units went haywire and code was scrambled, but Daisy itself was just fine, managing the whole thing, and bringing Aamon back into the facility proper once it was clear he wasn't going to get hard again, or regain consciousness, without aide.

A dose of proper anesthetic, just to be safe, and the surgeries could begin.

At the same time, all those bloated wombs needed processing.

But his vision grew hazy, and he let himself fall into Daisy's tender mercy ... To be forever changed by their hands and plans. He didn't even know what they would do with his body, other than knowing they'd be able to become connected even deeper now...

... Well, he trusted them. And when he first woke up from the surgery, his trust would very likely be rewarded.

Daisy may be second-guessing their adoration for Aamon, however, as the moment he regained consciousness he said--

"...Is it bad that I want pizza right now...?"

The frame Aamon chose next was one designed for fighting large monsters and young kaiju, and as such was thick with armor plating and sharp angles. Not something most would fuck, and yet?

The demon found purchase and a warm and inviting hole to stuff and pound like a beast.

"Instruction: That's it," Daisy whispered from another frame just behind Aamon, holding him as he rutted. "Lose yourself to it. You don't need to do anything else anymore but INSEMINATE every egg I put before your seed. So, pump out as much as you can, Aamon. Breed Me."

"Breed me," Another frame sighed.

"Breed me!" the one he was fucking rumbled.

But he had a job to finish first. Every time he pushed his hips forward into their pussy, Aamon couldn't help but moan out into open air. Shivers ran up his spine.

"You gave a frame meant only to kill a pussy ... Juuuust in cast I was the type of pervert who wanted it carrying my kin? Fuck I love you...~"

His balls were pulling taut already, as Aamon became little more than a machine meant to sire thousands of young. It was the hardest he'd ever fucked in his life, and yet he couldn't even hear the intense clapping of his balls kissing their clit and his hips careening against their ass because of just how many frames were clinging to him and begging for his seed. Knowing that the moment he showed even a hint of weakness, he'd be pulled down into the horde and used as a breeding stud until he passed out...

It was enough for him to hilt his hips one last time, burst past their synthetic cervix, and give the monster-hunter frame nine months of paid vacation as a new generation of warriors gestated within its artificial body. Giving it quadruplets ... Quintuplets?

The moment Aamon realized that seed would get harvested to make hundreds or /thousands/ of offspring instead, he immediately came a second time, his muscles growing loose as his meaty body succumbed to the metallic horde grasping at him. He'd already left his DNA in plenty of 'mates', no need to keep fighting the good fight. Time to let his end as just a normal, flesh and blood being come.

"Seven thousand?"

He repeats back. His claw's grasp on their handlebar-enhanced thighs grows loose for a moment, and his fleshy meat brain struggles to process that information. That's so many more offspring than should be possible - but that's what Daisy does with the impossible!

Aamon's grip tightens, pulling their robotic frame up to his chest so they can feel his warmth, his heart beating like a wardrum, and how his cock was now throbbing and pulsing beneath his sweats.

They're taken by surprise as they're pulled even tighter, angular upper body pressing into that chest, thick thighs spreading automatically to take that throbbing bulge between them, a soft and humid heat soaking through those sweatpants immediately on contact.

But that's the point.

"7000 is unbelievable, Daisy. I ... I need you in ways I can't describe. I want to be in your wires. Plugged in. Tasting the sparks and feeling fuzz in my periphery vision. We're not supposed to be compatible, but fuck the whole universe and its baseline laws, we will MAKE IT SO--"

It seems as though giving him that number - turning him from heirless to father of thousands - may have screwed with something deep inside him. For better or worse ...?

"...We will DROWN the stars in life, and damn anyone who gets in our way~"

And not just in the frame in front of him either, but somewhere deep in their complex.

Daisy's arms shift around to hold him close, pressing that frame against him even more, parts shifting to allow him even closer to the center of it.

"Statement: I can help you get closer, if you consent to some minor surgeries," they say it very softly, as if someone turned the volume knob way down. As if afraid of acknowledging they can do that, that they can alter his physiology and allow them an even closer form of intimacy.

But there's more than that long-unused want to assimilate him.

There's that drive to expand, to conquer, to make all of Creation bend to their whim, to remake it in their image-

Something deep in the complex shudders, sending little motes of dust spiraling from the ceiling above them.

"...As long as you don't fully SHODAN me? I trust you. Just don't give me anything that would scare my parents, since they'll be your parents too, someday..!"

Aamon was always about meeting new people, new cultures, new experiences. And he even had a bit of eldritch running within him. Daisy was his partner - bearing his kids. The least he could do was entrust his being within them for a short time.

But at the same time, he was far too needy now. Hearing deeper, unwoken parts of the complex begin to stir, he grabs them and hoists them up to carry them through a portal he'd made and lays them back on a comfy piece of furniture in his realm. He stares down at his machine lover with a burning, needy gaze.

And it was.

There was a noise that sounded like electrical mic feedback as the frame was scooped up and dragged off to the incubus' room, the closest they could get to a surprised squeak.

"Statement: I will run you ragged," they promised, spreading their thick, breeding-in-mind legs wide and using their hands to spread their soft artificial pussy too, the orifice steaming with warmth and actively pulsing in invitation. Behind him, Aamon could hear the sounds of frames beyond numbering activating throughout the complex and marching, rolling, and flying towards the portal.

Aamon bears down on Daisy the moment they spread their pussy-lips wide for him. He already has 7000 kids brewing, what's one more? His manhood is already drooling precum, so eager to breed again that he can't think straight anymore.

Broad tip presses against their entrance before he jams himself hilt-deep into their artificial womanhood. Inch by inch, drilling into them, he doesn't even bother to try and do anything other than rush towards a swift orgasm and insemination. His hips pump swiftly, eager to indulge in the rush of breeding once more.

Hearing the robotic horde approach only made his blood pump harder, as his humping grew out of rhythm and sloppy.

"Tell me how bad you want it... Please...~?"

Aamon had changed them. And they had changed him - would change him further. And they both would spiral into deeper depravity and transcendence together. Daisy likely could be more poetic about these thoughts if it weren't for the sudden flood of virile demon jizz doing exactly as they commanded. The artificial womb would swell with his seed, plenty of potential young stretching them out. Aamon would kiss the screen over and over again, letting the orgasm slowly leak out, until he did as his partner demanded...

He knew he was going to be pulled into the ever-amassing pile of synthetic lovers. So he may as well get in one last good, domineering /conquering/ of a partner before then!

Aamon spots one of the larger frames clambering up onto the bed, and manages to pull out of his current lovers before climbing that great mountain.

Which, of course, meant mounting their titanic backside like a little imp - arms around their ass and legs locking around her own - before pumping his hips like a rutting beast.

But wait, if a PIN is a win and that's all that matters ... If I mount you and cum in you raw 3 times in a row, but you're still standing, that isn't a loss?

The rules of sex based mma confuse me

♛ Pins, Tap-Outs, T.K.U.s, First-Ahegao...

♛ And yes, if that's the agreed upon Condition, though it takes longer to Confirm and leads to Judge debates and such.

♛ Oh I think I'd Love to watch them Fight.

"Seven thousand?"

He repeats back. His claw's grasp on their handlebar-enhanced thighs grows loose for a moment, and his fleshy meat brain struggles to process that information. That's so many more offspring than should be possible - but that's what Daisy does with the impossible!

Aamon's grip tightens, pulling their robotic frame up to his chest so they can feel his warmth, his heart beating like a wardrum, and how his cock was now throbbing and pulsing beneath his sweats.

They're taken by surprise as they're pulled even tighter, angular upper body pressing into that chest, thick thighs spreading automatically to take that throbbing bulge between them, a soft and humid heat soaking through those sweatpants immediately on contact.

But that's the point.

"7000 is unbelievable, Daisy. I ... I need you in ways I can't describe. I want to be in your wires. Plugged in. Tasting the sparks and feeling fuzz in my periphery vision. We're not supposed to be compatible, but fuck the whole universe and its baseline laws, we will MAKE IT SO--"

It seems as though giving him that number - turning him from heirless to father of thousands - may have screwed with something deep inside him. For better or worse ...?

"...We will DROWN the stars in life, and damn anyone who gets in our way~"

And not just in the frame in front of him either, but somewhere deep in their complex.

Daisy's arms shift around to hold him close, pressing that frame against him even more, parts shifting to allow him even closer to the center of it.

"Statement: I can help you get closer, if you consent to some minor surgeries," they say it very softly, as if someone turned the volume knob way down. As if afraid of acknowledging they can do that, that they can alter his physiology and allow them an even closer form of intimacy.

But there's more than that long-unused want to assimilate him.

There's that drive to expand, to conquer, to make all of Creation bend to their whim, to remake it in their image-

Something deep in the complex shudders, sending little motes of dust spiraling from the ceiling above them.

"...As long as you don't fully SHODAN me? I trust you. Just don't give me anything that would scare my parents, since they'll be your parents too, someday..!"

Aamon was always about meeting new people, new cultures, new experiences. And he even had a bit of eldritch running within him. Daisy was his partner - bearing his kids. The least he could do was entrust his being within them for a short time.

But at the same time, he was far too needy now. Hearing deeper, unwoken parts of the complex begin to stir, he grabs them and hoists them up to carry them through a portal he'd made and lays them back on a comfy piece of furniture in his realm. He stares down at his machine lover with a burning, needy gaze.

And it was.

There was a noise that sounded like electrical mic feedback as the frame was scooped up and dragged off to the incubus' room, the closest they could get to a surprised squeak.

"Statement: I will run you ragged," they promised, spreading their thick, breeding-in-mind legs wide and using their hands to spread their soft artificial pussy too, the orifice steaming with warmth and actively pulsing in invitation. Behind him, Aamon could hear the sounds of frames beyond numbering activating throughout the complex and marching, rolling, and flying towards the portal.

Aamon bears down on Daisy the moment they spread their pussy-lips wide for him. He already has 7000 kids brewing, what's one more? His manhood is already drooling precum, so eager to breed again that he can't think straight anymore.

Broad tip presses against their entrance before he jams himself hilt-deep into their artificial womanhood. Inch by inch, drilling into them, he doesn't even bother to try and do anything other than rush towards a swift orgasm and insemination. His hips pump swiftly, eager to indulge in the rush of breeding once more.

Hearing the robotic horde approach only made his blood pump harder, as his humping grew out of rhythm and sloppy.

"Tell me how bad you want it... Please...~?"

But wait, if a PIN is a win and that's all that matters ... If I mount you and cum in you raw 3 times in a row, but you're still standing, that isn't a loss?

The rules of sex based mma confuse me

♛ Pins, Tap-Outs, T.K.U.s, First-Ahegao...

♛ And yes, if that's the agreed upon Condition, though it takes longer to Confirm and leads to Judge debates and such.

♛ Oh I think I'd Love to watch them Fight.

"Seven thousand?"

He repeats back. His claw's grasp on their handlebar-enhanced thighs grows loose for a moment, and his fleshy meat brain struggles to process that information. That's so many more offspring than should be possible - but that's what Daisy does with the impossible!

Aamon's grip tightens, pulling their robotic frame up to his chest so they can feel his warmth, his heart beating like a wardrum, and how his cock was now throbbing and pulsing beneath his sweats.

They're taken by surprise as they're pulled even tighter, angular upper body pressing into that chest, thick thighs spreading automatically to take that throbbing bulge between them, a soft and humid heat soaking through those sweatpants immediately on contact.

But that's the point.

"7000 is unbelievable, Daisy. I ... I need you in ways I can't describe. I want to be in your wires. Plugged in. Tasting the sparks and feeling fuzz in my periphery vision. We're not supposed to be compatible, but fuck the whole universe and its baseline laws, we will MAKE IT SO--"

It seems as though giving him that number - turning him from heirless to father of thousands - may have screwed with something deep inside him. For better or worse ...?

"...We will DROWN the stars in life, and damn anyone who gets in our way~"

And not just in the frame in front of him either, but somewhere deep in their complex.

Daisy's arms shift around to hold him close, pressing that frame against him even more, parts shifting to allow him even closer to the center of it.

"Statement: I can help you get closer, if you consent to some minor surgeries," they say it very softly, as if someone turned the volume knob way down. As if afraid of acknowledging they can do that, that they can alter his physiology and allow them an even closer form of intimacy.

But there's more than that long-unused want to assimilate him.

There's that drive to expand, to conquer, to make all of Creation bend to their whim, to remake it in their image-

Something deep in the complex shudders, sending little motes of dust spiraling from the ceiling above them.

"...As long as you don't fully SHODAN me? I trust you. Just don't give me anything that would scare my parents, since they'll be your parents too, someday..!"

Aamon was always about meeting new people, new cultures, new experiences. And he even had a bit of eldritch running within him. Daisy was his partner - bearing his kids. The least he could do was entrust his being within them for a short time.

But at the same time, he was far too needy now. Hearing deeper, unwoken parts of the complex begin to stir, he grabs them and hoists them up to carry them through a portal he'd made and lays them back on a comfy piece of furniture in his realm. He stares down at his machine lover with a burning, needy gaze.

"Seven thousand?"

He repeats back. His claw's grasp on their handlebar-enhanced thighs grows loose for a moment, and his fleshy meat brain struggles to process that information. That's so many more offspring than should be possible - but that's what Daisy does with the impossible!

Aamon's grip tightens, pulling their robotic frame up to his chest so they can feel his warmth, his heart beating like a wardrum, and how his cock was now throbbing and pulsing beneath his sweats.

They're taken by surprise as they're pulled even tighter, angular upper body pressing into that chest, thick thighs spreading automatically to take that throbbing bulge between them, a soft and humid heat soaking through those sweatpants immediately on contact.

But that's the point.

"7000 is unbelievable, Daisy. I ... I need you in ways I can't describe. I want to be in your wires. Plugged in. Tasting the sparks and feeling fuzz in my periphery vision. We're not supposed to be compatible, but fuck the whole universe and its baseline laws, we will MAKE IT SO--"

It seems as though giving him that number - turning him from heirless to father of thousands - may have screwed with something deep inside him. For better or worse ...?

"...We will DROWN the stars in life, and damn anyone who gets in our way~"

But wait, if a PIN is a win and that's all that matters ... If I mount you and cum in you raw 3 times in a row, but you're still standing, that isn't a loss?

The rules of sex based mma confuse me

♛ Pins, Tap-Outs, T.K.U.s, First-Ahegao...