Mechanical

"Would you like mechanical, artificial, or live fertilisation?" the ship's AI asked, its voice smooth and indifferent despite the obscene tension coiling in Samus' restrained body.

Her breath hitched as another wave of heat pulsed through her swollen ovaries, the mechanical arms still kneading the visible bulges beneath her fur. Slickness dripped from her twin cunt, pooling beneath her suspended form as her tail continued to lash helplessly. The choice loomed before her, the screen flickering with the three options, each one promising..threatening.. to push her further into this depraved transformation.

Her eyes kept drifiting to the word "Live", but she kept telling herself no in her mind, she's a woman, not an animal! It's this stupid body talking her into wanting a stud to just mount and breed her twin fillies or a colt! So that only left her two options as refusing seemed out of the question, especially since this heat was making her toughts become more fractured by the second.

"M..mmechanical" she murmured, but the AI simply lowered a small tablet close to her bound hands. "Please select your choice" *tap*.

She had chosen mechanical; it somehow intrigued her, she knew live probably meant she'd never want a real cock again and artificial would take too long. Perhaps with mechanical she'd get to play with toys? She could use a big, strong vibrator—

The confirmation beep was immediately followed by a deep, resonating hum as the chamber’s far wall split open. Samus’ breath caught in her throat as a towering mechanical stallion emerged, its polished steel frame glinting under the harsh lights.

The beast’s eyes glowed a deep crimson red, its hydraulic limbs moving with uncanny fluidity as it stepped forward, each hooffall sending a shudder through the grated floor. Since when did this ship have-

Samus’ pupils dilated, her nostrils flared, her body instinctively tensing against the restraints as the machine drew closer. Its muzzle parted, venting steam in a hot, rhythmic pulse that ghosted over her sweat-slicked fur. Its muzzle came up to her face as it softly blew air through its nostrils as if they where long aquanted friends or.. oh no..

The mechanical stallion’s breath was hot against her cheek, its muzzle nuzzling her with an eerie familiarity. Samus’ pulse hammered in her throat as the machine’s glowing eyes locked onto hers as its synthetic muscles flexed beneath the polished steel plates.

Then, without warning, its head dipped lower, trailing down her neck, her collarbone, until its hot breath ghosted over the swell of her heaving breasts and he trutted a few steps past her form untill its nuzzle nudged up behind her tail..

She could hear a pur like hum vibrating through its core, but soon realised it was his massive throbbing mecha-cock emerging from a panel beneath its belly!

The moment the mechanical stallion’s cock slid free, Samus felt the heat between her hind legs flare up intensely. The cock pulsed with hydraulic precision, thick veins of glowing coolant snaking along its length as it twitched in the air, already dripping with synthetic lubricant.

A whimper escaped her lips as the stallion’s head nudged beneath her tail, its muzzle pressing insistently against her twin cunts. The AI’s voice purred through the chamber, clinical yet dripping with dark amusement. "Optimal breeding posture engaged."