Throw Me To The Sea And I’ll Come Back Pregnant

a couple months later, you figure it must have lost interest. a couple nights of very pleasant dreams, and waking up to feel awfully satisfied and maybe a little stretched and tingly, but nothing more than that. you haven't stopped going to bed naked; you've been sleeping so much better recently. it greets you as you exit your room, informing you that its experiments have resulted in you orgasming a grand total of one thousand times. before you can respond it hands you an external hard drive, and directs you to plug it in to a computer.

with it looking over your shoulder, you find that the 4tb drive is nearly full, with hours and hours of video of you being fucked while asleep. pages and pages of detailed analysis, with hard numbers on average orgasm timings, heartrate over time analyses, maximum size and lubrication of toys, genital fluid emission volume. some nights it only ran its digits over you, measuring heartrate and arousal levels. some nights it fucked you silly for nearly the whole night, with toys much larger than anything or anyone you'd ever taken. you wonder, briefly, why there's a toy in your mouth, and then your cheeks burn as you read "oral stimulation can reduce time to orgasm by up to 45 seconds on average"

you click on last night's video, and its technique is scarily efficient as it turns you over onto a waterproof mat, with a menacingly large tentacle strap-on on its hips. that night's dream comes back to you as you watch it push into you. each stroke is so hard, so deep, so familiar. the sounds of your muffled groans, its motors and fans humming and whirring almost drowned out by the plapping sound of it using you. metadata and annotations scroll across your second monitor. one stands out: orgasm estimated within 12 seconds and you watch as you cum around its toy. first orgasm at t plus 5:27 from initial penetration.