A rude awakening.

I couldn't begin to tell you what all transpired. Abby rode me until I simply could not be ridden anymore. She claimed to simply be self aware, but I think it was more then that. Safety protocols had been shut down. She existed to fuck and to only fuck.

I woke up to shouting. "...told you, I don't know what happened, dood! One minute we were dancing and then..." Groaning, I sat up. Etna had arrived and was threatening Abby with a spear. Abby's eyes were wide open now, not the half-lidded dazed expression from before. That was a good sign...

"Etna!" Upon hearing my voice, Etna dropped the spear and dashed over, picking me up and hugging me in a grip that made my back pop slightly. "John, I was so worried! I came in and you were outcold and Abby was just rocking back and forth on you, so I hit her over the head and..." she babbled. I shushed her gently.

Rubbing my neck, I chuckled weakly. "I guess Abby shouldn't be given wine anymore," I joked, hoping Etna would buy it. Etna scowled at Abby darkly. "So...how'd things go with you and Bea?" This made Etna turn bright red. She picked up the spear and cleared her throat.

"I'll just...let you two get dressed," she said quickly, shutting the door behind her. I grabbed what remained of my clothes. Abby came over and helped me gather them up.