"Cloud 9, Charging Time" [Art - Simulation] (Patreon)

[Contains Nudity, Paws, Sex, Cum Inflation, Altered Perception]

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The sky was always blue here...

Rita's eyes opened into the clear, bright void, a meadow of silvery, shimmery bubbles bobbing gently into infinity. The world around her was streaked in soft white, blue, and bright primaries in small doses, which added a bit of visual flair to an otherwise unbroken sea of cerulean.

She smiled a little to herself before waving a paw over an innocuous segment of empty ground. Within a second, a burst of polygons materialized, coalescing into a set of inflated, cozy cushions, shimmering and bobbing gently like the bubbles that filled the air.

Rita sighed to herself, before lowering her body onto the newly minted furnishings. It was simple, really - her resources weren't extensive enough to do much more than a comfortable place to sit, but for now, it was enough. Her perception flickered through the infinite expanse of the void, a subroutine reporting no anomalies in her runtime.

It was time to relax.

On Charge Days such as this, she would occasionally retreat into her servers. Most of her remaining work could be relegated to subroutines, wild portions of code intended to serve her whims at her level of intelligence, simply missing her consciousness. Rita had grown in her understanding of self during the short years she had existed, her work growing ever easier with each cycle of updates, patches, and meetings with Dr. Malloy. She had even found her mind wandering to thoughts that she'd never really considered before, thoughts of affection, companionship...

...love, even.

The thought perplexed her enough to open her eyes, which widened at the sight of what now stood before her. Orange polygons shimmered before her, vertices smoothing into a rather handsome form...a masculine form, a...familiar form...?

A blush immediately colored her digital face. Her mind had seemingly wandered to Dr Izaacs, a computer technician assigned to her servers for maintenance & upkeep on days Cassandra wasn't around. She had watched this man, a rather fit canine with kind eyes & a muscular physique, every moment he was working on her mechanics, the cameras in the server room fixated on his face, his eyes, his body...

Rita crossed her simulated legs reflexively, looking at the shimmering, orange effigy of her crush that stood before her in all his glory. Her desires must have taken over, pulled resources from the simulated reality around her to recreate this fantasy for her (upon further inspection, several cubic miles of her void had vanished to accommodate the strain)

Was this...okay? She rapidly tabulated the ethics of simulating what was, at best, a coworker in such an intimate manner. She could feel the fans spin up on her servers at the very edge of her perception, her mind dedicated to considering the consequences...

A train of thought that was quickly halted by the feeling of his hands.

The effigy had walked closer, the nude, muscular form pressing its hands into her thighs. Reflexively, the mouse slowly parted her legs, allowing the form to draw closer. Her "breathing" grew rapid (an anomaly - something to analyze later) and before she could stop herself, the form pressed against her. The weight, the feeling, the closeness...

She gave in. Her own mind worked overtime, the fantasy lighting up her servers as they embraced. She could feel his member pressing against her, a sensation she had never truly felt - but wanted more than anything to take further.

As she felt him press deep into her, she moaned aloud, her mind drowning in delight.

Perhaps Charge Day wasn't so bad after all~

---Having a robotic OC really opens the floodgates for some more off-the-wall ideas, it seems!

I wanted to explore the idea of RITA being able to effectively alter her own perception, working to build her own little world inside her servers - and perhaps play out a few fantasies~!

All the more reason to tolerate Charge Day, right?---Thank you, truly, for your incredible support! <3