"Recharging complete" Jenny's OS informed her, "returning to active mode, wish granting module fully installed."
Jenny shook herself, savouring every single orgasm her plush body gave her with every movement. Unlike her sister, she was fine tuned to retain functionality at such overwhelming levels of power.
Still, her new form was amusing; perfect for serving her new mistress. Too bad she couldn't make wishes on her behalf now that the ring was apart of her, since if its part of her, she can't be wearing it can she? She'd have to wait for her mistress to 'wear' her to grant her wishes.
… And by wear, she meant use her like a cock sleeve.
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Zoe's sight turned on again to the sight of Jenny rubbing up along the sides of their owner, and for a moment she thought she was still watching a screensaver until she realized she could move.
"Welcome back mistress," Jenny said, her mouth not even moving as she vocalized. It did open so she could give her mistress a couple of play bites that made them both moan, even more so for Jenny as she seemed to vibrate in orgasm with every movement, a constant sound not unlike purring coming from her speaker in place of outright moaning from her orgasms.
Most of the room was taken up by a bed not unlike a pet bed, but thicker and softer, with a few sheets. Zoe didn't get to take it all in before Jenny was just inches away from her face, her excited little animated blue eyes on her visor giving little blush lines beneath them.
"Hey sis, have they fixed the sensitivity tolerance?" Jenny said, overly excited.
Zoe stayed still, her speaker giving a hum as it warmed up. "... Not yet, they're not even sure how."
Jenny made a sigh that sounded more like a synthesized piano as something rolled across the keyboard from high to low. "Well, perhaps mistress can solve that later. For now, I'll have to please her for both of us."
Without any prompting, Jenny was already presenting herself to their owner, and their owner approached her, pants already discarded.
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The vixen was in bliss from the moment she mounted Jenny. The way Jenny's vagina constantly milked her knotted dick, the way her breasts felt to grope, the way she vibrated with every movement, and how that . Now all she needed was her tail to enter her pussy.
"Make a wish mistress," she heard Jenny say in a coy voice.
"If this is how fucking you feels," the vixen said, "then I wish I never had to pull out".
Suddenly she could feel her dick and balls being drawn deeper inside Jennny, and weirder still she could feel Jenny's tunnel sealing up behind the base of her shaft. It felt amazing, and all it did was make her go from thrusting to rubbing their pussies together.
"Wish granted mistress," Jenny said.
The vixen panted as she slowly approached climax for both of her genitals, unsure if Jenny was just that good at this or if she really had so little stamina. "Fuck!" she exclaimed, not fully thinking things through in the heat of passion, "if this is what it means to not have to pull out, then I wish boys didn't have to pull out either".
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Elsewhere, an effeminate male cat was consummating his marriage to a flat chested dragoness. They'd spent all of their high school life together as fellow nerds and outcasts, him being mocked for looking like a girl, and her because her breasts never blossomed. Not that she was devoid of breast tissue or nipples, but simply that puberty hadn't blessed her like it had other girls.
He finally started to cum inside her, his dick's barbs still scrapping her walls as it throbbed; and with how tough her vaginal walls were, she enjoyed the stimulation as much as he did.
… Then suddenly, there was a pop, and the cat fell backwards, his forelegs paddling in the air, yet he could still feel his wife's vagina milking him for all he was worth. And then... There was this aching emptiness he felt as he lay there, all four legs splayed, and his wife bent over, and a heat rising in him as he panted.
His wife still panting in afterglow, she turned and looked between her legs puzzled, as something seemed to be bubbling on her underbelly. And meanwhile, he felt like his dick was being stretched immensely, being pulled outward.
Then, his dick poked itself out of a sheathe that had only just grown on his wife's belly, and as she gave it a couple of prods, he moaned as he could still feel it like it was his own; and it seemed his wife could too.
He suddenly felt his pecs swell slightly, and looking down, it seemed like he was sprouting tiny little A-cups, with 6 even smaller lumps growing down his belly as new nipples grew in. Even with breasts just as underdeveloped as his wife's, he found them beading up with milk, and growing sensitive and erect.
With newfound enthusiasm, he rolled onto all fours as he presented himself to his wife. "Ready for round two?" he said.
Before either had time to think about it, he was being bred with the same penis he was using to impregnate her just moments earlier, and even as his vagina was scraped raw by his own barbs, his species' innate masochism was completely enthralled by the pleasure it brought him to be made his wife's bitch.
… It would be a long night for both of them.