Hey What's That Let's Cum On It

Ali felt her mouth go slightly dry as Tally gestured wildly towards her stream with the ridiculously enormous biotech dong, her hazel eyes unable to pull themselves away from its turgid majesty. The scholar chewed her bottom lip and attempted to count down from ten, trying and failing to tune out both the wukong's display and the growing static-y buzz at the base of her spin that signaled Auto-Correct's rising intrigue.

If Tally had any idea of the effect her display was having on her comrade, she gave no sign as she continued to rattle off her god cock's features for the benefit of her enraptured audience. "That's right, all you lucky bastards are basking in the presence of a Proaprism F.O.L Rhodium Edition Quadruple Plus Model Ten."

"Rhodium Edition?! Wait, Ten?" Ali was blurting out her astonishment before she could stop herself. "But Proaprism just released the model Eight! It has a sixty year waiting list! It costs a habicube filled with credits!"

"Whooa, our resident expert totally knows her shit!" Tally was clearly pleased by the opportunity for patter. "I should've guessed though; looks like you've got what there, a Queen's Delight Platinum Edition Triple Plus Model Four? With the Big Ladyboi plus-sized trap pouch upgrade? That's a fuckin' classy cock, girl. Guys, Anais's got taste."

Ali didn't need to look down to confirm that, yes, her penis had flopped out of the bottom of her leotard at some point during the fight. The woman carefully stuffed herself back into her clothes and attempted to ignore the fact that now there was a broadcast drone pointed directly at her groin. And probably, like, six thousand eyes. Fuck. Auto-Correct's tingling static was quickly beginning to radiate out into her body. "Uh, thanks. it was...kinda an impulse purchase."

-ma'am-

The scholar tried to keep her voice to a low hiss. "Fucking hell Auto not now."

-ma'am they are all staring at us ma'am-

This has to be nipped in the bud now. "Auto. Be still."

-yes ma'am please step on me ma'am-

Ali dug her nails into her palms and gritted her teeth, riding out the pleasurable wave of ones and zeroes that she'd come to recognize as the artificial intelligence that lived inside her brain having its version of an orgasm. If she'd waited any longer the little perv would've pushed them both over the edge, and Anais Ali was not about to lose her cam-cum virginity for rate adventurer's pay.

Fucking Auto-Correct.

Who knew when they first met that the otherwise ordered and helpful A.I. would turn out to be such a deviant? Certainly not Ali, at least until the degenerate had fully downloaded into her central nervous system and begun giving her all sorts of impulses. Like buying the ridiculous dick that had flopped out of her tights again what the fuck. Ali grumpily shoved herself back into again, angling her shaft vertically against her taut tummy for extra security as she resolved to give Auto a stern talking to once this was all over. And to consider getting some fuckin' pants.

Though the worm'd probably just get off on it. With all that 'ma'am' stuff. All that 'step on me' stuff. Auto was a bad little tangle of pig code, and he needed Ma'am to...hrm. It was then Ali realized she was beginning to strain at her bodysuit, and maybe she should focus on something else.

She tuned back into Tally's performance, which was clearly the worst possible decision. "So if our lovely expert is right, and she is, how did lil' ol' Tally get her paws on something so impossibly off-market?!" She winked, playfully bonking the lens of her broadcast drone with her beyond premium cock. "Well duh, I stole it! Straight outta the love cabana of the fattest, ugliest VP Proaprism's got on their books!"

She wriggled out of her shorts, letting them slide down her tail as she revealed her glistening little pussy and the modular bio-tech port installed directly above it. "Just think: if it wasn't for me, this fabulous ton of man-meat would be stuffing Sexlympics champions and Pornotainment stars full of fat, ugly children all day every day. And now, instead, I use it to blast cum onto statues n' stuff." The wukong fitted the base of the biotech dong into her port with a deeply satisfying click. "Sometimes the world is fuckin' just."

That thing is as big as her entire body, Ali marveled, too awestruck to realize that her hand had reached down to lightly finger her own throbbing length. And it's still flaccid.

Well it was, anyway. Lines of golden circuitry pulsed up the base of the ultra-modded dick as it locked into place, Tally's eyes rolling back into her skull as her entire body began to flex. A dollop of drool slipped down the wukong's lips as her impossible new appendage quivered and swelled, a bead of pearly precum the size of a her own fist forming at its shuddering tip. Ali couldn't hold back a bit of her own drool as her eyes filled with the wonder of that glorious lake of alabaster. Her nose was suffused with a heady musk that her brain knew was laboratory fuckery, but her dripping pussy sure as shit didn't care.

It wasn't until the enormous ooze of pre, now big enough to overflow most buckets, finally succumbed to gravity and fell to the floor with an enormous splat that the spell over Ali was broken. She jerked back to mindfulness to find her hands desperately gripping her dick through her body suit and Tally balanced precariously on her tail, shivering in bliss as her fully erect cock wobbled a full six inches beyond the top of her own head.

The palm computer at Ali's belt must have flared to life at some point during her trance, and the young woman absolutely did not miss that it was currently displaying the very stream she was on. "Auto," she hissed, knowing full well what was going on, "Do not like this stream." No response, but the computer kept going. "Do not click that bell to get alerts." When she still received no response beyond an increase in the static-y pleasure running up and down her spine, Ali got a bit desperate. "Auto Goddammit do not mash that subscribe button!"

It was too late. Tally was catching back up with her stream, her clever feet massaging her enormous ballsack, and there was no chance she was going to miss the cheery 'bong!' that rang out from her display. "Oh, we've got a new subscriber~! Thanks soooo much Prof..." Her eyebrows shot up. "ProfessorAliTenuredGenius?! Anais!! That's so sweet~! Thank you~!"

Oh fuck. Ali did her best to play it cool, and immediately rolled a natural one. "Oh, um, thank you for the...giant dick?"

Tally let out a peal of laughter. "Deffo! Guys now we gotta make this a super special show for our new best friend Anais! Right? Am I right?!" She leaned past her pulsating prick to get a better view of her stream display, frowning at something she saw. "Aww, Balphie, no! Take a ten minute time-out; you know that it'd be against stream rules for me to stick this big ol' thing in Anais's face! Even if she is super duper hot!"

Ali blinked, responding before she could think about it. "What, really?"

"Oh, yeah. Totally." As she spoke, Tally began to slip her arms around the massive girth of her biotech cock, barely able to get her hands to meet on the other side. "See, it's partly principle?" The wukong slowly started to gyrate, her arms slipping up and down her towering meat like a makeshift onahole. "The idea of this big, f-fat, mmm~ corpo dong never actually getting inside anyone is sorta like a m-moral victory, a big ol' f-fuck, a big fuuu..." She trailed off as another massive wad of pre bubbled out of her enormous shaft, splattering down onto the increasingly drenched floor. Tally swallowed, doing her best to regain her train of thought. "S'not just that, though. This thing's sperm is straight up insane."

"Y-yeah?" Ali knew that she was moments away from having to choose between pulling out her own dick and it bursting its way out of her leotard. "Insane h-how?"

"Oh man, it's jacked up to the max. You can practically see the lil' guys swimming around in it!" Tally let out a gasp, her arms speeding up as her feet squished her balls a little harder. "We're so far beyond just worrying about knockin' up some p-pussy. Mmm, pussy~...." She quickly shook her head, fighting back her lust with a renewed look of resolve. Not that her arms or feet slowed down in the slightest. "This is bleeding edge sperm. We're talking, like, butt-preggo here. And probably mouth preggo. Those Proaprism executives are into super freaky shit."

-ma'am-

"Be still Auto!" Ali allowed herself a resigned nod, mostly ignoring the orgamic wave of ones and zeroes her A.I. cascaded into her brain. This was fine, then. The Ur-Cock existed, and it was within swallowing distance, but it was off-limits. Good. Fine. For the best. Bluh.

"Oh, you should totally still be part of the show, though!" Tally's cheerful offer brought a sinking feeling to Ali's heart and the opposite feeling to her dick. "Oooo, how about you too, Charlie? You've been so quiet!"

The massive Remake had up until this point been so still and silent that a casual observer might have thought they were in fact a statue. Even Ali had sort of thought they were asleep or something. "I did not want to interrupt."

"Aww, Charlie! Don't be like that; you're a friend of the stream! You both are! D'you guys wanna help get me over the edge?" The influencer's eyes flared with a manic energy. "Do you guys wanna fuck? You guys should totally fuck!"

Nothing in the Remake's response indicated that they thought this was in any way a strange request. "I do not have a penis."

"She could do you!"

"I do not have a vagina."

"In the butthole!"

"I do not have a butthole."

Tally groaned in frustration. "Well you've got a butt-shaped part, right? She could just, like, hump you an' stuff! That sounds fun, right? It would be so hot!"

"Okay."

Ali couldn't help but marvel at how differently this day had started. So, so differently. She was finally proving that she was a true explorer! A seeker of knowledge! And now an eight foot tall battle golem was leaning over a counter to point their closest approximation of a butt in her direction while a spectating monkey girl with a nearly three foot penis jacked it. Life was such a goddamn mystery.

"Aww, Anais! Do you not wanna?" Appearing conciliatory while simultaneously beating off is a difficult needle to thread, but Tally managed to nail it. "It's totally cool if you don't wanna."

Ali very much did wanna. But the scholar's pride demanded she quickly find some angle, any angle, to preserve the slightest drip of her remaining dignity. "It's just, um...m-my rate, it's-"

"Ohh! Yeah, totally! I totally get that!" Tally's voice took on the cadence of a practiced professional. "You guys will absolutely get the increased rate for upgrading from support staff to on-stream talent. That's double your take home pay. How does that sound?"

Good. It sounded good. That dumb dick purchase had put Ali closer to being out the streets than she cared to think about. Despite the attractiveness of the offer, however, the scholar sensed an opening in the situation. "And also Charlie and I get to split whatever's in the big safe inside the management office."

"Done! It's a deal!" Tally cackled in delight as she addressed her stream over her shoulder. "Alright everyone, we're doing this! T-minus ten for any be-donged viewers playing along at home! Let's do it~!"

As Ali cautiously approached Charlie's presented ass analog, she couldn't help but wonder if she'd have been as increasingly into this before Auto-Correct had forcibly broadened her horizons. It wasn't as if she hadn't fucked before then. She fucked all the time! Anais Ali had a list of thirsty exes and hook-ups, sporting every configuration of sex organs just waiting for another taste of cinnamon perfection. And that was long before an A.I. infected her libido and made her, Ali had to sheepishly admit, maybe a bit of a slut. Even still this was, to use the scientific term, a new one for her. She gingerly reached out, softly placing her hand on the massive expanse of Charlie's back. "So, uh, you're cool with this Charlie?"

"Yes." She might as well have just asked Charlie if they were okay with pizza for dinner. "Are you cool with this Professor Ali."

"Um...yeah. I am" She snapped open the storage compartment inside her supple thigh, fumbling around with one hand as the other slipped down to Charlie's hips. They were surprisingly soft. "You're...kinda fucking hot, Charlie."

"I did not know that." The Remake's head shifted slightly as Ali produced a condom from inside her storage. "You do not need a condom."

"Oooo fuck! Anais and Charlie are gonna raw dog!" Tally's tongue lolled obscenely out of her mouth as her arms whipped up and down her shuddering, body-sized shaft, her powerful tail positioning her horizontally in the air like some sort of absurdly lewd water cannon. "All you jerks who shelled out premium dough to ride piggyback on this one better have a couple neurosurgeons on speed dial, 'cause I'm about to cum your fucking brains out!"

The wukong's antics might as well have been happening on the moon, for all Ali was concerned. She carefully pulled herself out of the bottom of her leotard, her thick yet girlishly pretty nine inches plopping heavily against the small of Charlie's back. It felt nice, there was no denying it. She slipped her other hand down Charlie's side, taking a firmer grip as she tested the waters with her first slow thrust.

Huh. Whatever material was used to make Charlie's non-armored sections, it felt...well, Ali could only admit that it felt almost exactly like a butt. It was nice. She gently smooshed the sides of the Remake's rear end, pleased to discover it forming a groove exactly like the crack between two massive, firm butt cheeks. Blissful ones and zeroes bubbled and popped over the surface of her brain as she began to work her hips a little faster, only partially broken out of her reverie by the flat tone of Charlie's voice. "I don't know what to do."

"You're doing great, Charlie; you're beautiful!" Ali gasped, her rounded thighs beginning to audibly clap against Charlie's ass. "I'll tell you what to do, okay? Do you trust me?"

"I trust you. Please tell me what to do."

"Just, unf~, push back a bit with your hips!"

"Is this the right way." The Remake began to softly hump back against their partner's thrusts, the two quickly falling into a steady rhythm. "Do you feel good."

"Charlie I feel sooo good~" Ali collapsed against Charlie's back with a dreamy sigh, her pert breasts squishing against their back as her arms curled around their rock hard chest. "Do you?"

"Yes."

Ali laughed dizzily, her hips picking up speed. Here she was, hotdogging a giant robot in the desolate bowels of an abandoned megacity. And her academic advisor said she'd never make anything of herself. Whatta slag. Ali was one thousand percent confident that she'd never hotdogged a giant robot in the desolate bowels of an abandoned megacity. She should write her dissertation on this and really rub it in that jerk's face. These gleeful thoughts of objectively stupid revenge were rudely interrupted by a sudden seizing sensation at the base of the woman's groin. "Charlie, I'm gonna mmmph~," she tightened her grip on the Remake's hips, "I'm gonna cum!"

"Okay." The hulking Enforcer did their best to match the increasing pace of Ali's frenzied fucking, managing to just barely keep up until the woman finally threw her head back with a quavering gasp, ones and zeroes exploding down her spine as she released a torrent of hot cum halfway up Charlie's back. She held on for dear life as her whole body shuddered, a much smaller second rope of jizz splurting out of her to puddle onto their makeshift butt. Ali could only pant for a moment, her grip on Charlie's back loosening as the Remake's voice droned out. "Are you alright Professor Ali."

"Y-yes, I'm..." She trailed off with a weary giggle, wiping her forearm across her sweaty brow, "I'm great, Charlie."

The Enforcer straightened up from their bent over position, either ignoring or unconcerned by the cum dripping down their back. "Was I good."

"Were you...oh! Oh, Charlie!" Ali reached forward, resting her hand gently against her partner's wide expanse of a chest. "You were perfect! I liked that so much. Thank you, Charlie."

A brief pause passed as Charlie simply stared down at Ali, expressionless as always. "Am I really beautiful."

"Oh, Charlie..." The woman raised up on her tiptoes, gently placing a kiss on the Remake's featureless facial plate. "Yes. You are beautiful."

"Ugh it's so wholesome FUCK! YES FUUHHH~!" The unmistakable sound of an elephant-cocked monkey girl achieve climax ripped Ali away from her sweet moment, the scholar only able to stare in gape-jawed shock as Tally unleashed a firehose spray of ultra-engineered cum against the wall. She was so stricken that she didn't even notice Charlie repositioning them both outside of Tally's vast splatter zone, her torrent of ejaculation pulsing in strength as her second and third shots fire out before her first had even finished. Ali's fumbled blindly into her jacket pocket, pulling out a watch as she began to time the titanic eruption to which she bore witness.

A full fucking minute had passed before Tally's excessively virile production had finally tapered off, her body seizing up a final time as her supernatural hog fired off one final massive load in sheer defiance of man's limitations. With a tired sigh, Tally allowed her shaking tail to lower her body down to one of the few places on the floor that was not covered in cum, unlocking the biotech schlong from her port with loud click as she woozily addressed her stream. "Alright thanks for watching What's That Let's Cum On It, I've been Tallywacker Cocomilk, like an' suscribe an' click that bell and now I'ma sleep for six days byeee~!"

Almost insultingly satisfied snores rumbled out of the entirely unconscious wukong as soon as she finished speaking, leaving Ali and the cyborg she just fucked alone in a ruin filled with a small pool's worth of cum. Luckily for Ali, Charlie broke the silence first. "Should we see what is inside that safe Professor Ali."

"Oh!" Fuck, she'd almost forgot! The treasure chest at the end of the journey! Yes, okay, this was still a totally salvageable adventure. Okay, she'd just humped on stream. Yes, she was probably going to get a billion alerts from Tally's channel now. Sure, she'd screwed even further with her A.I. enhanced fetishes and was almost certainly going to get hard whenever she was around a mannequin now. But it was all worth it.

Ali shot Charlie a sly grin, barely able to resist rubbing her hands together in glee. "What are we waiting for, Charlie? Our treasure awaits!"

"Treasrure my ASS! Fuckin'...FUCK!"

Ali let her jacket crumble to the ground as she peevishly writhed her way out of it, shoving a hand into her pack to fumbled for the keys to her apartment. Stupid fucking treasure. Worthless fucking quests. Anais Ali, unjustly mistreated genius and unpolished diamond of the scholarly world, just fucked on camera for the price of a spare Mister Meats' Edible Eats work uniform and a six-pack of Nanobot Soda. Half a six-pack of Nanobot Soda, because the other half belonged to Charlie.

Charlie graciously insisted Ali keep the entire uniform, and that just made it worse. Fuck. Her academic advisor had said this was what she would wind up as. Like, she said it would go down almost exactly like this. That fucking prophetic piece of--

The keys to her apartment slipped quietly back into her pack as Ali went quiet, her ears straining towards the door to her apartment. Someone was in there. There was no question about it. She narrowed her eyes, snaking her hand out of her pack to wrap it around the barrel of her revolver. Yes, the quest was a bust. Okay, treasure was a myth. Sure, she was a camgirl now.

But at least she'd get to kick the shit out of a home invader tonight.