The hot water beats against Riley’s back with the intensity of a five-year-old’s punches. The shower isn’t great in this apartment, but for the cheap as shit rent, she can’t complain too much. Still, the water is the right kind of scalding to loosen the knots she built up working today; the amount of filing she had to do should be outlawed.

Once she feels less like a pile of rocks and more like a human body, she does the actual washing part of showering as quick as she can. The last thing she wants is to use up all the hot water before Cables has a chance to shower. As she dries herself, she can’t help but look at herself in the mirror. Even if it gives her an unhealthy amount of shame to see how unattractive she is.

Twenty years old and never a single girlfriend. Sure she had boyfriends before she realized why being with them felt like eating stale Corn Flakes, but she has never managed to get a girl since then. There’s probably more to it than just appearance, some part of her knows, but damn is it hard to not just see her uneven figure and wish she was hotter.

Through the closed door, she hears Cables shout something, but the door dampens the sound enough that she can’t hear him over the bathroom fan. After wrapping herself in her towel, she peeks out the door enough to catch him walking into the living room. Even though he’s already past where she can see him down the hall, she’d bet money he’s already plopped on the couch.

“What’s up?” she calls out as she leaves the door open a bit and turns off the fan. Given he isn’t likely to come down the hallway, she takes the chance to finish drying.

His voice reaches her easier now, enough for her to at least understand him, “We got a package. Oh, and dinner’s here.”

She shouts back that she’ll “be right there” and quickly throws on her sleep shorts and an old baggy tee from high school. As far as she remembers, she didn’t order anything recently—she hasn’t had spare money for anything fun in a little while—and it feels too late in the day for mail people to still be delivering packages. But who knows, nowadays those online shops have people delivering constantly.

The smell of pizza hits her before she even steps out of the bathroom, tantalizing enough that she can almost taste it. It takes barely a few steps to cross the hallway and round the semi open concept kitchen living room area. Semi because there’s technically a wall in the way but there’s also a gap and glass door shelving that makes the wall feel less substantial. One of the few parts of this place she genuinely likes.

As expected, Cables is on the couch on his phone. On the coffee table, there’s the pizza box as usual, but there’s also a big rectangular box that’s maybe the size of a few textbooks stacked on top each other. There’s nothing as glorious as cheap greasy pizza after a hell day at work, so she grabs a slice of her olive laden half and starts eating.

Cables just chuckles and grabs a plate to pass to her before loading his own plate with a simple pepperoni slice. “How’d your day go? They got you at that paint company again?”

The mere mention of it brings back the ache in her back. A groan muffled only by a bite of pizza leaves her, “Ugh, yeah. I still can’t fathom how this place is still in business. It’s the fucking internet age, but their office rules make it feel like they’re back in the industrial revolution.

“I mean really, who the fuck demands every email be printed out, every fax be copied, and every piece of paper be stored in a room that has more filing cabinets than this city has people.” Riley paces back and forth, her frustration bleeds out easily around her bites of pizza. “There’s no way this place stays open much longer, bet my life savings on it.”

“What savings?” Cables snorts lightheartedly. He’s already finished two slices and is reaching for his third. “Maybe we could use them to get a better apartment, or at least one closer to campus.”

“If only,” Riley can’t keep all her longing out of her voice. She finally sits on the opposite end of the loveseat they have, putting her feet up so she can fully face Cables and eat. “How ’bout you, anything interesting happen?”

He shakes his head and shrugs, “nada, just had a couple lectures. Honestly the most interesting thing to happen today is this mystery package.” The box in question sits innocuously on the table, somehow feeling more present in the room for Riley now that it’s been mentioned.

With her second slice done, Riley sets her plate down and reaches over the table to pull it into her lap. It looks pretty nondescript, no label or obvious markings saying how it was shipped or who it’s from. “Yeah, I definitely didn’t order anything recently. And how’d it even get to us if there’s no label on it?”

Cables shrugs again, “like I said, mystery package.”

She turns it over a few times, shakes it twice for good measure, but can’t find any clue as to what it holds. “Think… Think we should open it?”

“It was in front of our door,” he shifts to be closer to Riley and thus the box, “and maybe we’ll find out whoever this was supposed to go to with something inside.”

That does make sense. Maybe there’s a letter or receipt inside saying which apartment it was supposed to go to. And besides, she’d never live with herself not knowing what was in this random box that showed up at their place so late.

The tape rips off easily, and the box opens to reveal another box—this one wooden and painted black. It perfectly fits in the outer box, so much so it takes a bit of wiggling to get it out. But they manage it quickly enough. And again find no markings or clues on it either.

Before they can talk about it, Riley lifts the lid to reveal a foam box protecting something and a bright orange paper. If the color didn’t draw her attention, the all caps font, newspaper clippings letter style and strange formatting would have.

HELLLOW REYELEE AND CAYBULLS

THAKNS YOU FOR VOLENTAR

PARTCIPAT IN TETING LATEST SEXPEEREANTS

FRIST DAY A MAYZING!! 7 DAY DEEMOANSTATE!

REARWAD FOR FIINSH

DR SHINE SPEXTACOULAR MACHE LIFE

HOPE INJOHY BESTST FUN

NEW THING YU TEST

INPOURANT!!! ROOLS!!

SART BFOR 1 OURE OR LOOS BODY (VERI SAD)

1 TOI BODY IN DAY OR CONSEEQUINSES

RETORN AT DAY 7 ONLI! KEYP THEN

CAIRFULL PLAY MOR

NO TELLNG

HARD TSET BETER (NO BRAYKE)

ANY POSSBELE

THAK YOU DR SHINE

There’s a few moments of silence before Cables breaks it with an unsure chuckle, “I… guess this is meant for us?” He gestures towards our awfully misspelled names. “But how’d they know your nickname for me?”

If this situation wasn’t already weird as fuck, that fact would cement it in the ‘what the fuck is happening’ category for Riley. Half the time she forgets Cables isn’t his real name, she’s used the nickname since they were kids and he fell into the AV club’s supply closet and managed to nearly strangle himself in cords. It’s one of those stories that was terrifying in the moment, she remembers nearly hyperventilating as she tried to untangle him before he choked, but absolutely hilarious looking back.

Still, not something most people would know… “No clue,” Riley purses her lips, scanning the sheet for any insights and finding nothing, “Any idea who ‘Dr Shine’ is?” At Cables’ head shake, she sets the orange sheet aside, “Yeah, me neither.”

Cables hesitantly opens the foam box, his breath soft like he’s worried it’s a bomb. Granted, Riley also can’t help but hold her breath. Her heart beats in her ears, blood pumps hard like she’s actually terrified. Which would be crazy, right? It’s just a box.

Inside, there’s just two cylinders sitting in perfectly shaped holes for the objects. One is a thick pink cylinder with a convex bump on one end, and the other is dark purple and slightly curved with two balls on the… “That’s a dildo,” Riley murmurs, her eyes wide and jaw proverbially hanging.

“Should…” Cables hovers his hand over the cylinder, clearly curious but overcome by the shock as Riley. After a heavy moment, he sounds almost scared as he whispers, “Should we… use them?”

Well that’s one way to bring Riley back into the moment. She whips her head towards Cables seriously concerned for his well-being. “You wanna use a dildo?” Wait, why was that the first question that came to mind. This is all so weird she’s going crazy. But… yeah she is curious about him using a dildo—out of pure curiosity of her childhood best friend breaking the heteronormative mold, nothing else, of course.

Blushing cheeks so bright and eyes looking anywhere but at Riley, Cables stammers like a nun having to talk about sex, “N— No! I kinda, I mean— I assumed you’d, well if you— I, umm, was going to, well, take the other… toy?” His voice squeaks more than it did when he hit puberty, and as funny as it is, there’s nothing funny about how embarrassed he clearly is.

“Whoa, dude. It’s fine.” Riley tries to sound as soothing as she can. Her hand slowly goes to rub his back, giving him ample time to refuse but he doesn’t. She rubs small circles on his back and takes an exaggerated breath, “Breathe, it’s all fine. No judgment man. Sorry for making you feel bad, I just was shocked. I thought you wanted the massive dildo and would never have pegged you as that kinda guy… pun not intended.”

Cables shakes his head and chuckles, the tension leaves his body slowly as his face returns to a normal color. “Not that guy. I mean, no hate to people who do, but I’ve never been interested.” He gestures to the cylinder, “I was thinking the fleshlight would be more my speed, ya know?”

Now that he says it, it seems obvious the cylinder is a fleshlight. Now’s Riley’s turn to laugh, semi self-deprecatingly, “Yeah, that makes more sense… I didn’t even realize that’s what it was. Sorry for thinking—”

“You’re good,” He takes a deep breath that clears the brief bit of levity, “so, I guess we should…”

“Right.” Riley nods; they both reach for the sex toys they’ve assigned themselves. The dildo is heavier than she had expected and, despite obviously being silicon, it feels more realistic than the deep purple look would imply. Well if you ignore the fact it’s nearly a foot long and thicker than any dick or dildo she’s seen. And has massive lettering along its length labeling it as ‘FUCKSTICK’, but she guesses that’s because it’s a prototype or something—they wouldn’t label a dildo otherwise, right?

Beside her, Cables pries the cylinder out of its foam slot, the bright pink form and surprisingly realistic looking labia obviously a fleshlight. It looks weirdly big, both in terms of length but also just the entire replica vulva seems bigger than a real one… Maybe. She’s never measured one or had one near her head enough to gauge size.

An awkward energy fills Riley now that she’s holding this dildo; she’s not ignorant of dildos and it’s as if just holding one sparks an ember of lust in her. She’s standing before she realizes it, “Let’s do this then.”

Something between a gasp, a grunt, and a squeak leaves Cables’ mouth, his eyes wide and brow furrowed. “You sure?” He looks down at the fleshlight he’s holding with doubt plain to see on his face.

“You were the one who suggested it,” Riley gives instead of an answer, emboldened by the slight momentum she’s gained by starting to move.

Cables’ denial sounds pathetically fake in her ears, “I wasn’t suggesting, just asking—”

“Tomato, tomato,” She waves the dildo dismissively, “c’mon. If we’re doing this, no point in wasting more time.” Her body thrums with want and need, that heat smoldering just under her skin.

Behind her, Cables lackluster agreement is barely an afterthought. She must have been more pent up than she realized, if she’s getting this horny just from holding a dildo. A very nice looking dildo, but still. It doesn’t take long for her to speed walk to her room, or for her to pull her shorts and panties down enough expose herself.

Cool air hits her drenched labia, a stinging change in sensation that draws an unbidden gasp from her. Her index finger and middle finger immediately drag across her lips from the bottom up, ending with a quick brush against her already enlarged clit. “Fuuuucccckkkk,” her moan is low and (thankfully) quiet, but its resonance in her chest just adds to this quickly growing fire.

With her other hand, she holds the dildo in place, foreplay be damned. Holding it there, she can really see how big it is compared to anything she’s used before. The thick shaft and bulbous head simultaneously look deliciously sexy and impossible to use.

Lube. Lube would help.

The hand that is already there rubs the spot right between her clit and her vagina, that amazing spot she can easily reach and still send lightning coursing through her body. Close enough to brush her clit, and tease her cunt, but not so close it throws her over the edge. Because there’s only one thing she wants to cum on right now.

She drops the dildo haphazardly and blindly reaches for her nightstand drawer. The seconds it takes to pull it open and find her lube bottle through touch alone are agonizing. They could be spent fucking herself. But eventually her fingers wrap around the lube and her victory causes her to slip and slip her other fingers into the bottomless pit of lust between her legs.

Another moan is pulled from her, this one deafeningly loud and unrestrained. Some distant part of her worries that Cables heard it, but it’s quickly overwhelmed by the raging inferno that is Riley. It’s not an orgasm, but damn is it already better than any orgasm she’s had.

It takes all her will but she pulls her fingers out and tries to focus on lubing up the dildo instead of just being burnt alive by her lust. She shakily brings the bottle to the dildo, panting and sweating and desperate. Instead of lube though, all she gets is a puff of air. “Fucking— SHIT!”

She throws the bottle across the room—the clattering of something not important to the new problem of needing lube. Well. Her hand gravitates to her soaking cunt, practically a gushing source of exactly what she needs, at least what will be good enough for now. Cause there is no way Riley is wasting more time finding lube.

After a moment fingering herself and covering her hands, she uses both to coat the purple behemoth that has become her fixation. Then, not another second wasted, she brings it to her labia again, resting the head against her vagina and savoring the oversized toy. Being as wet as she is, it barely takes any force before she feels herself being split open. She barely savors that stretch before she takes advantage of the fact she’s past the head, pushing it as deep as she can—which is unfortunately only two-thirds of its length.

More

She needs More

Riley sets a relentless pace, fucking herself fast and hard; each time she gets the FUCKSTICK just a bit deeper. All she can hear is her own moans and the squelching of her own cunt being destroyed. If before she was drenched, now she’s sodden. So wet she only feels the brief resistance as she reaches the new deepest point. Her head flies back and slams against the headboard, though she barely feels it over the FUCKSTICK filling her more and more.

The edge is a line somewhere miles behind her, she’s so so aroused, but the crash of relief just never comes. Even when she feels the FUCKSTICK’s balls slap against flesh, so completely enveloped that there’s nothing else to feel. And yet she’s not cumming. Desperate whines sound as the FUCKSTICK is pulled out and thrust back in, out and in, out, and in, as hard as she can.

Harder and harder, further and further into uncharted lands of arousal as she loses track of everything else, even the rest of her body.

All she feels is the FUCKSTICK fucking.

Fucking hard and fast and rough.

Precum provides ample lube for her to use as she randomly changes from stroking to teasing the head to playing with the balls. Suddenly she explodes, her hands stroking the FUCKSTICK as fast as she can. Pulses and shots of pleasure engulf her. Her mind white’s out, TV static and a dead dial tone are all that her mind is as she

Cums

And cums

And cums

Riley is sticky. Even without moving she can feel that. Consciousness comes back to her slowly, but that’s the first thought she has. The pleasant ache across her whole body comes next. Simultaneously painful and lovely. Honestly even the stickiness feels nice. Or maybe just smells nice. And tastes nice.

Wait

She shoots up in a panic as she takes stock of her surroundings.

Most of her bed, and her body, are covered in splotches of white, so chaotic even Jackson Pollock would raise an eyebrow at it. It looks like a weird goo, semi thick, but also a little translucent in some places and clumpy in others. The room reeks of sex, but way more musky and slightly bitter smelling? Her cum has never—

A glance downward almost kills Riley, at least that’s how it feels when she sees the monster of a cock hanging off her. A half erect purple cock she can feel brushing against her sheets with each subtle movement of her hips. The room spins as she feels like her body is too big for her bones, like she’s a mile away remote controlling herself. A cock that is definitely moving more than a rubbery silicon dildo should be moving.

Nope

Not gonna think about that

It’s probably just her imagination, or some insane dream

Yeah

Definitely

The alternative is insane

It takes considerable effort to push herself off the bed, the gap in the mess left behind looks like one of those shadow people from Pompeii. Maybe that makes Mount Vesuvius her…

Right, moving on

Thankfully as messy and sticky as it is, it’s not so dried and caked that it’s hard to clean herself after she sneaks to the bathroom and gets a wet rag. Last thing she needs is Cables asking why she looks like the centerpiece of some insane sexual art show.

It only takes a couple minutes to clean herself and grab her robe to give her some degree of decency. Though the monster swinging between her legs certainly isn’t either done or happy being ignored it seems. Every brush against it sends a warm shiver through her. The semi softness it had acquired quickly grows until it’s impossible to not stick out in front of her.

Should she try to figure out how to calm this thing? Or check on Cables, dick be damned?

Her decision is made for her when a scream and a thud comes from Cables’ room. It doesn’t take more than a few seconds to move from the bathroom to Cables’ door, even if that time is filled with a string of curses longer than her new dong.

“You okay, Cables?” Riley’s voice squeaks like a pubescent boy on the ‘okay’, only further adding to the awkwardness she is suffused in.

There’s another thud, some muttering she can’t quite hear properly, and then finally Cables pulls the door wide open. It should be a normal occurrence; Riley urging him to hurry and get ready for them going out somewhere, and Cables rushing out with a laugh about how quickly Riley gets ready despite her skincare routine.

But this time Cables isn’t dressed to leave, hell he’s not even dressed at all. Nude from top to toe, he steps forward before he seems to realize his lack of attire. It’s amazing how quickly his skin flushes before he slams the door shut, though Riley only vaguely recognizes that.

Instead she blinks the afterimage of a bright pink circle right where is legs meet, and where is cock should be. Complete with a labia that looks mouth-watering delicious.

Definitely some hallucination or misunderstanding by her brain since it got too little visual information before the door closed again.

Definitely

“Ack—” He yelps through the door as it shuts, “Why’re you right there?”

“You were— it sounded like you’d fallen or something, dude,” She turns around and turns her head so she can speak towards his door without looking at it. “Don’t worry, I’m looking away… Do you need clothes or something?”

“No! I— I wasn’t thinking. Sorry.” Cables sounds further from the door, then closer a few moments later as he opens the door, “I’m decent now. You don’t gotta look awaaayyy….” The last word trails off to a stunned silence.

Well, it wasn’t like Riley could hid this forever. She turns to face Cables, while doing her best to use her robe to at least cover her new… appendage, even if it doesn’t hide it well. How to explain it? “Yeah… I, um. The toy wasn’t… Well, I don’t know what it did, but it, um, attached itself to me? Somehow. I honestly I have no idea what happened. I blacked out for a bit and–what time is it anyways?” Her lung are desperate for air as she finally stops talking.

“No clue,” Cables, dressed now in a ratty tee and basketball shorts, murmurs, then works his bottom lip like he usually does while deep in thought. With a hum, he gestures to the side, “Should we— Maybe we should move this to the living room?” He doesn’t wait for a response as he brushes past Riley and beelines for the kitchen, “Want some tea?”

If there was ever a time to not take a moment to boil water and make tea, it’d be right now. Still, dumbfounded, Riley follows him into their main area and settles at their tiny square dining table in a daze. Maybe she nods, or maybe she just clearly needs it, because the next thing she knows there’s a hot mug (her favorite, the green one with little birds) with a bag of Jasmine leaves set in front of her.

Across from her, Cables sits with his bad day cup (the white one with a deceptively big capacity for liquid), “So… Feel better?”

She blinks hard, let’s the steam from her cup ground her, and swallows hard, “I… Yea. Thanks.” A delirious laugh bubbles out of her, “I feel like I’m in a dream and am gonna wake up any minute to laugh about how insane this is.”

Cables shrugs, and adds honey to his tea, “Maybe it is. But I don’t know… Shared dreams about opposite genitals seems… A bit far-fetched.”

“More far-fetched than a real dildo that could attach itself to me?” Riley raises a single eyebrow. With exhausted effort, she reaches for their small sugar box that they leave on the table precisely for these tea moments.

“Don’t forget about a fleshlight that takes away my junk and fills its space,” he tilts his mug towards her, careful to not spill, “you’re not in this alone you know.”

“Ugh, I had hoped I was imagining that.” Riley takes a sip of her tea, only to gasp and wince at her tongue being burned.

“Nope.” He stares into the steam that wafts off the dark surface that the tea forms. “Whoever Dr. Shine is, they clearly intended for both of us to be their experiment.”

How Riley could forget about the letter, she has no idea. “Fuck. You’re probably right,” Even if it was just a bit ago, it takes a second to remember how this all even started, “the letter, it might have some answers!”

Her excitement sends her rushing to find the letter where they left it, on the coffee table next to the box. Said excitement is immediately squished by the insane lettering and wording in front of her, “It’s barely legible, let alone understandable.”

She at least brings it over to the dining table so Cables can look at it while she lets her head thump against the tabletop in defeat. This all is just so much. She glances up to peek at the oven clock, 11:42, later than she usually stays up. A yawn drags itself from her chest and somehow is what she needs to sit upright again.

Across from Riley, Cables hums and tilts his head, “I dunno, there’s a weird logic to these misspellings.” He sets the orange sheet down so they both can read it, “See, our names are spelled almost phonetically, but the person doesn’t know the proper phonetic representations. And sometimes they just forget letters. But it mostly makes sense.”

For the first time, Riley actually tries to read the note; before she had dismissed it as an insane prop in a weird ass box, but now it might be some clue for what’s happening to them. Cables is right, with some effort it’s obvious what most of the words are. Even if translating them doesn’t make anything more clear.

“This Dr. Shine really must love sex puns, there’s one basically everywhere there could be.” He points to specific words as he ‘translates’ them, “Sex experiments, demonstrate, reward, spectacular. It’s weird, right?”

“Yeah…” Something tickles Riley’s brain as she follows Cables logic, “It is laid out weird too, right? Like the rules are so much worse than the first section, at least in terms of missing letters.”

“Maybe they ran out of letters to cut out?” He shrugs with a chuckle, “Not like it matters, I have no idea what loosing body would mean or why starting whatever this experiment is after an hour would trigger something.”

Riley taps the paper, “Well, regardless, I think it’s bad, if Dr. Shine is saying it’s ‘very sad’.” She moves her finger to the next line as she adjusts to sit with her knees folded under her on the chair to better lean over the table, “What could this mean though? ‘One toy body in a day or there’ll be consequences’?”

Cables leans back and stretches his arms. “Probably the sex toys, right. Something about only using one per day per person?”

“Guess so far we’ve accidentally followed all their rules.” Whether that’s good or bad, Riley doesn’t know; but there is some relief in not having fumbled this from the get go. Well, aside from the sex toys fusing with their bodies.

“Seems like it…” He tilts his head as he worries his lip, “I don’t get the last few though. The seventh day one seems like the end of this experiment, so I guess that’s when we’ll return the toys we used? But ‘Careful play more’ and ‘Hard test better, no break’ and ‘any possible’—maybe ’anything possible?—all seem so random.”

“You missed ‘No telling’, whatever that means.” Somehow that rule makes Riley’s stomach drop. The others are about the toys, but this one is almost a warning. “How would they even know if we told anyone? Seems like an impossible rule to enforce.”

A deep breath and a furrowed brow give away Cables concern even as his voice is neutral, “They somehow made magic sex toys that fused to us, who knows what else they can do.” He looks down towards his crotch, even though it’s blocked by his shorts. “Maybe we should go to the ER?”

The scoff that leaves Riley’s throat is way more derisive than she means it to be, “What’re they gonna do? I doubt there’s a standard procedure for unmelding sex toys from people.”

“Could at least tell us if this is hurting our bodies. We don’t even know how these mix with our regular flesh!” He waves his hands exaggeratedly as he stands. The sound of the chair scrapping against the floor is jarring in the otherwise quiet late night surroundings.

She’s not happy with it, but at least it’s something to do.

Thank fuck for the night busses, because otherwise Riley and Cables would have to wait till morning or walk a few miles in the dark to get to the hospital. As is, it only takes them half an hour to get there—well, half an hour after they spend probably too much time trying to figure out how to hide Riley’s cock. The sweats she’s borrowing from Cables aren’t the most comfortable, and they’re at least a few inches too short, but at least she isn’t likely to be charged with public indecency.

Given the late hour, they don’t have to wait too long to be taken back into separate rooms—thank everything, Riley wasn’t sure if she could handle waiting hours in a hospital. The room she’s led to is simple, with a table that has a computer, a counter with a sink and some cabinets, and one of those paper covered adjustable bed things doctors offices have.

She gives her details to the nurse that comes to take her vitals, and vaguely describes her situation as best she can without giving too many details, “My… genitals are—I’m worried about the skin around them.” The nurse gives her a strange side-eye, with a very obvious glance at her groin, before thankfully moving on.

It only takes a minute or so for the doctor to come in after the nurse leaves. Dr. Slo, as she introduces herself, is a gorgeous woman, if Riley can say so. She has bright green eyes and small lines on her face that show she smiles a lot, a sizable chest that Riley has trouble not staring at in visible lust, and a cute figure that could make a killing in porn.

“So, you’re concerned about your genitals?” Dr. Slo asks as she glances at the clipboard the nurse left.

Right, that. Riley, now that she’s forced to think about it, can feel it start to harden already—probably at her insanely lewd thoughts about this innocent doctor. But she tries to subtly shift her legs to hide what she can while she explains what’s going on, “My FUCKSTICK is ready to be played with, anytime, anywhere.”

Dr. Slo nods, “Naturally. Have you had trouble with it?”

“Perfectly designed for everyone’s pleasure, my FUCKSTICK can handle any situation without fail.” Riley gestures towards the massive tent growing in her pants.

“That sounds completely normal to me, perhaps it’d be better if I could see what we’re dealing with.” She stands from her seat and approaches Riley, “Could you remove your pants?”

“Of course.” Riley starts to scoot her butt to easier remove her pants, but freezes partway. Her cock barely restrained by the simple sweats.

What is happening

Why

What

How

Realization hits her about what she’s said in response to the doctor’s questions. She genuinely thought she was answering reasonably. But the words out of her mouth were anything but. And Dr. Slo isn’t phased at all by any of what she’s saying?!

What is happening

“Are you alright?” Dr. Slo tilts her head, “Do you need assistance undressing?” Her tone is so patient and concerned, it almost—almost—gets Riley to move on.

Instead she stays sitting with her pants half off, “Um, can you turn around or something? Like I get I’m literally here about my genitals, but…”

Dr. Slo laughs, relief obvious in her body language as her stance loosens, “Oh, you don’t need to fully strip, don’t worry. You can keep your shirt on. Just your pants, that should be fine, right, since your FUCKSTICK should be ready to use at any moment.”

“Wha—” Riley revisits the idea that this is all an insane dream, because what the actual fuck? “That’s completely right, my FUCKSTICK exists to be used for everyone’s pleasure, anytime, anywhere.”

“Right, so lets not waste more time.” The doctor leans forward and, without giving Riley a chance to react, pulls the massive purple cock out of Riley’s pants.

Her slender hand can’t even fully wrap around it’s girth, a fact which combines with the feeling of her warm hand to draw a wanton moan from Riley. The moan shifts to a scream of joyous pleasure as she throws her head back when Dr. Slo squeezes and runs her hand along Riley’s long shaft. The same musky bitter smell as before starts to fill the small room, while translucent pre-cum is milked from her with ease.

Riley falls onto her back, shaky arms finally unable to hold her up any longer. The paper on the bed isn’t rough, but it isn’t soft either. It clings to Riley’s neck as she starts to sweat, her hair plastered across her face and hands desperately clutching the sides of the bed as if it’ll keep her afloat through this tsunami of sexual release.

Somewhere in front of her, Dr. Slo mutters, “So far you seem fine, your FUCKSTICK seems appropriately available and ready to use. But perhaps you’re concerned about your cum?” Her breath ghosts across Riley’s cock-head, making Riley groan louder and her cock to flex as she thrusts towards Dr. Slo.

Thankfully it only takes the doctor’s tongue swiping across her glans for Riley to crash over the edge and cum her brains out. It’s so so much better than when she masturbated earlier; just the fact someone else is touching her, playing with her, using her. A surge of warm satisfaction fills her in the wake of the thick strands of cum which fly out of her.

When she opens her eyes, Riley is greeted to the sight of a very cum covered Dr. Slo. There’s thick strands across her face and in her hair, a couple even falling to the blouse which covers her gorgeous bust. Heat immediately spreads across Riley’s face as she sits up and waves her hands apologetically, “Oh, shit. I am so so sorry. I don’t—”

“Ah, no, it’s my fault,” Dr. Slo sighs and licks her lips, catching a not tiny amount of cum in the process, “I’m the one testing your FUCKSTICK, I should have been prepared.” She doesn’t look upset in the slightest, even shoots Riley a smile before she turns and grabs some paper towels, “Typical mess included, I don’t see anything wrong with your FUCKSTICK. You seem perfectly healthy to me.”

“I’m completely healthy and ready to have my FUCKSTICK used by whoever wants, whenever they want, however they want.” Riley speaks happily even as her face squinches in concern.

“So…” Riley nods vaguely back towards the hospital as Cables walks up to her just outside, “You also…” She trails off, unsure if she would rather he also had that insane visit or if it’d be better that he got real help instead.

A cough and refusal to meet her gaze is all she needs, but Cables clears his throat, “Yea— I mean, yeah. If you mean say insane shit about my ‘COCKSOCKET’ being ready to be fucked, and then the doctor actually fucking me.” He mutters under his breath, frustration and uncomfortableness radiate off him in waves. In the quiet night air, it’s easy to hear him.

“Cock socket?”

“Oh, right. It’s, I mean, there’s a label printed above the… clit, or whatever a rubber toy has where a clit would be.” Street lights cast harsh shadows across them both, making it hard to read his expression beyond just embarrassed.

Right. Now that she thinks of it, the dildo did also have a massive label along its side. Guess it’d make sense for the fleshlight to also be labeled. Still… “Are… you okay? I was just— umm. I basically got a handjob, but you were—”

“No.” He whips his head back at her, desperate denial high in his voice, “I didn’t— I meant she fingered my…”

Riley clears her throat and nods, “Oh. That makes more sense… I guess?”

Silence envelops them again as they wait for the bus. Neither of them talking more about what just happened or what they should do. The same silence carries them onto the bus, and then off it and into their apartment.

“Fuck!” Cables shouts into their empty apartment, loud enough that their neighbors are probably gonna be pissed at them. “What are we supposed to do? This is insane.” He paces back and forth in their living room, only getting more agitated by the second.

There isn’t anything Riley feels differently than him, not the anger or anxiety or any of it. Still, seeing him so stressed out; she quickly wraps him in a bear hug, trying to squeeze out his tension, “I don’t know… I really don’t know.” She mutters over his head, “But I don’t think making the neighbors pissed at us is how we solve anything.” It takes everything to keep her voice level and calm. Inside she’s dying, but her best friend needs a calm presence right now, so that’s what she’ll give him.

The way he sags into her embrace is marvelous, as much as it is worrying (and arousing, since he presses against Riley’s dick in her pants. Thankfully when they separate a minute later, she doesn’t have a raging hard on, though she is feeling pretty close to having to worry about that.

Something to do later, hopefully tomorrow. A glance at the oven reveals just how late it is, far later than either of them would stay up, even if they didn’t have work and class tomorrow.

Riley lets out a deep breath and steps towards the hallway, “C’mon. We’re clearly not gonna figure this out tonight. May as well get some rest…”