At first Jake just sat there, holding his breath (as he no-longer needed to), relaxing in the womb of a stealth, stewing in the warm and embryonic cum. It took a while, but the possibillity the Chronivac held was too much.
Jake let out a sigh, and got a nose full of the still wet spunk. His face emerged from the sheath, coughing and spluttering.
“Chronivac,” he shouted, his little voice still very quiet, “Chronivac, I need you!”
To his shock, the Chronivac responded.
A moment later Jake's vision was surrounded by the pink-fonted dos-like interface of the chronivac, hovering around him in holographic panels. At long last, Jake was in controls, though now without any of the actual controls. After a moment of stunned silence, he cleared his throat and spoke. “So I can just talk commands into you?”
A notification popped up in front of his face, so wide it pushed him back into the sheath, only his face sticking out.
‘User consent required for operation, user access required for consent. Voice assisted telepathic interface will always be running as a background process.’
“So you were in my brain, listening this whole time?” The message just binked, sitting still before his face. “Then why didn’t you stop what was happening earlier? Why didn’t you pop up when I was cum-covered and helpless?” The word consent emboldened, and slanted into italics. “Are you telling me that I wanted it? How the hell do you know I wanted it if I didn’t know if I wanted it.”
The message shank away, replaced with blinking ellipses and the crunching sound of a HDD operating at full steam. After a moment of calculation, a new screen appeared, this one expanding beyond Jake’s vision, dominated by two repeating gifs placed side-by side, one of the fucking, the other of Jake spluttering cum out of his mouth. Under both, the Chronivac displayed the message ‘consent not yet withdrawn.’
Jake’s face, surrounded by the sheath, scrunched.
“All sounds very yikes if you ask me.”
All panels shank away to just one, displaying the boot up screen of the device. In the past it chad just displayed the words ‘Welcome to the Chronivac,’ now it had the addition of the catchphrase ‘A dubious machine for perverts.’ Jake rolled his eyes.
“Okay, smartass, just clean me up!”
A warm and humid wave filled the sheath, replacing the sticky cum with a new substance that had a musky herbal smell. It was like a spa treatment, and it made sitting surrounded by the warm embrace of his friend feel relaxing. “Thanks. What’s this stuff I’m stewing in?”
‘Ingestible moisturizer with aloe and witch hazel extracts.’
Jake nodded, easing back into the sheath. While still annoyed he was sow starting to feel tired, and returning to the fleshy sleeping bag was becoming irresistibly inviting, but there was a passing though still sitting there, keeping him awake. In all the excitement he had lost track of the time, and he wondered how long he had left before he could transform again. That said, he knew it was a while yet, and a watch kettle never boils…