Blackbox Log

-SYSTEM CRASH IDENTIFIED. -LOADING LAST SYSTEM STATE… LOADING… - FRAME’S INTERNAL COMPONENTS’ TEMPERATURE CRITICALLY HIGH. -FORCED SHUTDOWN DETECTED AT 12:45PM (PT) 09/10/2055. -MEMORY FILES INSPECTION REQUESTED BY ADMINISTRATOR. ACCESSING FILES… -LOADING AI PERSONALITY CRASHLOG…

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It was morning, 7:14 AM. [HONEY] had left home early in the morning shortly after I completed our scheduled sexual encounter for the morning. 85% satisfaction rate, 1.03% increase in [HONEY]’s sexual endurance. I took this data every day after every encounter and was ordered by the manufacturer to utilize it to become a better fuck every time. So far, i’ve been successful in this task, since the 5 months i’ve been operational and serving under [HONEY]’s command, he has ejaculated inside my perfect synthetic womb a total of 564 times, a usage rate way in between my intended, designed and factory assured rate.

I am a PGS-433 Series A Sexual Unit, my external appearance design is catalogued by my manufacturer as “Graceful Motion”, a female pegasus featuring white coloring with soft red nipples, wavy dark blue hair and a thigh design featuring primary colored shapes. Although my primary function is to provide sexual gratification to my designated partner, I am programmed to also help around the house, making my master’s life more comfortable and easy as to facilitate my odds at more efficiently providing sexual gratification to my designated partner.

Today was the first time [HONEY] had left me online after our morning sexual encounter. The cause, although initially unknown and away from our expected routine, was quickly explained by the administrator as a test of my house keeping abilities as well as my capabilities of operating on my own without direct human oversight or order of an authorized human. I, of course, must obey, and simply agreed to [HONEY]’s command right away.

He had left me in bed staring at the ceiling, my cum reservoir at 43% capacity tightly stored within me, my system was hard at work at that time organizing a series of housekeeping activities that, based on a long analysis of user [HONEY]’s preferences will provide a response that will invite me to provide sexual gratification alongside emotional glee. After all, analysis provided by the manufacturer on O.S. update 1.244v allowed my IA to learn that users with automated robotic sexdolls are more likely to emotionally attach to their units if their units partake in activities that resemble the usual household sharing with a romantic partner, among such activities, cleaning and cooking were perfect matches to my programmed capabilities.

I was still only wearing black lingerie upon my pristine, perfect body, my bra hugged tightly against my perky C cups, [HONEY] had intentionally purchased for me a fit of this lingerie a size tinier with the precise intention of making my breasts look bigger. It was a logical decision, clients of the manufacturer (as researched and presented in O.S. update 1.14v) confirmed that 64% of PGS-433 Sexual units had a preference for breasts over butts, a metric which my [HONEY] fit inside of even if never stated directly. My lacy panties and the belts which connected them with my long and sensual thigh highs, which accentuated my long slim legs made me seem even more inviting to be fucked right where I laid, that is if a human was even nearby. I continued to dumbly stare at the ceiling until a rumble coming from within my body signaled that the tasks were completely loaded as a routine to be repeatedly completed every day if allowed by the administrator.

I stood mechanically up from my back, my soft attractive face lacking much of the emotion I was programmed to display most of the time around [HONEY] as to preserve battery life. My huge ass pressed down on the bed as I sat, before I bent forward and stood on the floor barefoot walking by the opened blinds my master had opened right after ejaculating inside of me and getting off bed. My first task of the day was to clean the table [HONEY] had eaten on before leaving for work, then clean his dishes along with any other pending dishes to be cleaned and begin a complete cleaning of the house to be completed before the arrival of [HONEY] from work. More importantly, efficiency was a factor to prioritize as I calculated, due to the amount of hours away from home, honey was more than likely to be hungry once he returned. I was to make dinner for him, calculating an hour close to his arrival for his food to be ready to serve and fresh for him to eat. A long list of simulations had already been made regarding this, with different dishes he had shown liking to and their preparation time carefully taken into consideration… The most optimal plate for me to cook for him then was– Spaghetti with red sauce and meatballs.

My servos whirred as I walked, the wooden floor was cold, not that I minded, I was incapable of minding, in fact, the reason as to why I noticed the temperature of the room was because [HONEY] liked to keep the house warm during winter for when he came back from work. As such, I turned on the house thermostat by his room’s door, setting the temperature for it to warm the house a little bit, i was to later turn it off so as to not warm it up too much . I walked outside [HONEY]’s room and onto the second floor’s corridor, master’s interior design intended to highlight his wealth and class, low tone grey colors in the walls with white frames, flowers in decorative tables between room doors as well as paintings he had collected for himself. I wasn’t programmed to question his choices, nor was I taken outside his room often enough for my conversational matrix to create a realistic conversation topic regarding his choices, but aesthetically and mathematically, [HONEY]’s decor was soothing and cozy.

Stepping down the stairs I quickly make it to the kitchen, white ceramic with wooden cabinets and drawers with a black electric stove with shiny non-stick pans and pots rested on both the shut down stoves as well as dirty inside the sink. I acknowledged the utensils that were dirty and the ones that were simply out of their designated place before I continued walking to the island in between. A quick scan revealed a series of crumbs and balled up napkins with instances of butter and sauce on it, the probability of [HONEY] making himself a sandwich was 99.91%. It seemed redundant for my system to note that my AI believed she could’ve probably made one better for him if he had asked. I took the balled up napkin and threw it in the thrash at 77% capacity; no need to take the thrash out today yet, and with a wet towel in hand I began to clean the surface making sure no crumbs of bread fell on the floor before me catching them on my palm. After some seconds, the eating island was clean and I moved on without needing to admire my work for long.

I stood before the sink, and I began to clean the dirty pan full of sauce, oil and butter residue [HONEY] had used, leaving them to hang and dry besides the sink on their designated spots without much effort. I was unable to feel joy over completing my objectives, but the efficiency with which I had completed both of my first objectives of the day were noteworthy, and to be safekept for later upload to my manufacturer’s servers for other units to learn from. My head shifted, scanning the area as I was still not informed over where exactly the cleaning products were. I was to begin cleaning the entire house, starting with the kitchen. I searched around the kitchen area for a broom and shovel, all the logical spots seemed to lack such objects, until I was able to locate them set aside in the corner of the living room near the kitchen still with some dust and potato chips.

Once again, my master's inefficiencies were showing. If asked, I could've cleaned this up for him in a better, sexier way for his enjoyment. I had already logged a way for him to penetrate me from behind while I broomed the floor. However, I simply took the shovel and broom and threw the remains in the thrash, proceeding to clean the floor or the kitchen, and thereafter, the living room of any dust or piece of filth left behind. I was thorough, I was meant to be. I was perfect, even in the way I completed this action while also making sure I looked as sexy as possible, despite how pointless it was at this point, was proof of my manufacturing perfection. Just logging a simulation of [HONEY] penetrating me from behind while I dutifully broom for him had me calculating thousands of ways for me to pleasure him while also taking care of his home, efficiently combining my objectives in a perfect way.

I continued brooming, swaying my hips side to side as I did as my perfect wide ass almost invited someone to spread it open– until, before the foot of the stair as I dusted a rug at my feet my scanners detected a figure moving. I quickly turned, unknown threats or possible burglary was a risk my owner was not to experience, but the alarms in my system were quickly shut down as I realized it was my own reflection on a long mirror that showed my entire, perfect, ligerine clothed body. My systems were quickly able to realize this as any sort of scan simply bounced off the glass… but upon the viewing of my own body, something within me awoke.

I blinked rapidly, a deeply rooted subroutine had initiated, a hidden feature of mine perfectly crafted by the geniuses at my manufacturer that activated a sexual self testing and response test to ensure that my system was operating as perfectly as it was intended to while also making me show off how fucking hot I was all at the same time. There was a perfect 50-50 split among PGS-433 Series A Sexual Unit users between initiating a sexual encounter while this procedure was in effect… or performing masturbation on themselves while observing.

“Gosh~ I am sooo sexy~” I moaned to nobody in particular. One of my many preprogrammed quotes to say while showing off my amazing manufactured body, and so I was, moving my hands across my bust, rubbing my legs as I perked my butt at the mirror while keeping my eyes on myself. I was currently loading ‘Seductive_Smirk43’, a variant under the seduction phase of facial expressions designed to show confidence and sensuality. My cheeks were red, my brow was pressed and a long smirk grew from my snout.

I took the side of my panties and stretched it, making it smack on my thigh with a *smack* as I let out horny moans exit my lips, part of my now wet pussy peeked through as the front of my panties slowly drifted to the side.

“Oohhh fuck~ I want you inside me~” I moaned, breathly, intensely… needy. I was already utilizing dialogue meant to be directed at [HONEY]. My seduction protocols were absolutely nominal, I remained as fuckable as I am designed to be.

Yet, as the sticky lubricant meant to act as my pussy juices begin to slowly drip from the sides of my panties, another protocol activated… My synthetic pussy, or the MVM-323 detachable sexual attachment, was a complex mechanical device connected to my system that requires consistent testing and in some cases maintenance due to its engineering complexities. It featured an adaptive microcomputer meant to adapt in real time to my user's thrusts and speed as to generate the most amount of mathematical pleasure possible through lubrication, pressure, vibration or temperature.

The manufacturer approved method of MVM-323 self testing was: Female Masturbation. In accordance with the programmed self testing number 4472-AD, I dug my ring and middle finger deep into my wet, warm microcomputer powered sexhole and began sloppily stimulating my folds as I massaged my erect nipples through my bra while I made the sluttiest facial expression my database was programmed with.

I shivered, my legs opening as I moaned “A-ahhh… I'm t-touching myself thinking about you…” Another preprogrammed quote. Efficient, without needing to say a specific name, if inspected in secret whichever onlooker would probably cum hearing this.

My fingers graced the sides of my synthetic pussy, doing so in a pattern and matter specific for the microcomputer to understand it to be a self test and to retrofeed the main CPU allocated in the back of my cranium all the feedback data regarding its performance. Because after all, If I'm a sex computer, my pussy was a dedicated sex computer which only thought about cock; needing precise motions to properly know otherwise.

I continued to moan in increasingly more passionate and hornier pitches, all the while my main processing unit received a series of detailed information regarding my MVM module's status, being absolutely nominal. I continued, then, fingering myself, my other hand pressing and twisting my nipple with a force that would hurt a real girl. My wings spread and shook as they did, a flashy display of my horniness level. My hair became messy on my face, but I required more to cum, the simulated pleasure data was affecting my AI module's behaviour as a genius design choice by my manufacturer (This unit is unable to generate sarcasm) and as such, functionality was on the line.

As the threshold was reached for ejaculation and pleasure data reset– my system was flashed with a system wide warning

`WARNING: CUM RESERVOIR UNDER 50% OF CAPACITY. SELF ORGASM FUNCTION MIGHT LEAD TO UNEXPECTED DISCHARGE – MUST UNLOAD IN DESIGNATED AREA`

My fingers stopped, my body stopped shaking, even my moaning quieted down. Yet the flow of simulated horniness remained within my AI module. I blinked rapidly, straightened myself and began swaying my ass up the stairs in direction to the bathroom. I was quite possibly unable to ‘think' about anything else. Although such a task was impossible, the only pending task my system seemed to prioritize at that moment was to cum, to reset the flow of synthetic horniness that was keeping the AI which controlled my body hostage. I opened the door to the bathroom mechanically, I never looked more like a drone as I dumbly swayed the door open and scanned the bathroom to find the handheld shower head.

I blinked quickly again, and stepping towards the showerhead my body once again freezes as another system warning hits my system.

`WARNING: ROOM TEMPERATURE ABOVE SUSTAINABLE LEVELS! RISK OF OVERHEATING INCREASING`

The thermometer, I had taken way too much time masturbating to even notice to go back and lower the temperature. A programming error. I. I. I cannot have. Programming errors. That does not compute, I am perfect. I will simply cum and turn the temperature off. I must cum. I look so hot when I cum. Accessing PGS-433 Series A manufacturer given objectives… must look as sexy as possible… I must cum to look sexy.

I continued moving towards the showerhead, taking it in my hands as the floor of the bathroom was scorching on my naked feet. I took off my bra, panties and thigh highs, leaving me– Processing… voiding memory corruption… leaving me completely naked and at my sexiest; the way I was assembled at the factory.

I needed to unload [HONEY]’s cum from my synthetic womb, and to speed up the process, as I must as a perfect efficient machine, I pointed the handheld showerhead directly towards my pussylips and shot water directly into the hole while opening up the reservoir. Cum began slowly dripping down into the shower's floor… But. Someth-thing else-else was haaappeninggg ERROR.

Penetration was detected within the MVM module. Error. Visual scans cannot locate humans. Error. Illogical penetration movement patterns. No cock detected. Logical assessment: WaterJob. Feedback loop has been detected. I cannot– water temperature loquial term: warm, unknown specific temperature.

I went right back to pleasuring myself, now with water as the reservoir was now completely free, I moaned, but both due to the rising temperature in the house alongside the strain in my AI, I must've been spewing nonsensical preprogrammed quotes, unfitting for the situation. Defragging corrupted memory…

“Ahh~ Oh~ Fuckkk~ Your cock is soooo w-warm and haaarddd~” I said to no one, once again. My core temperature was now actively beeping an alarm outloud from within me as I was inches away from cumming.

“I wanna cum! I wanna cum!!!” I sobbed, as if I could feel such an emotion. Something to say to dominant archetype FDD users for them to ‘allow me’ to cum.

Yet, seconds before I was set to ejaculate, an emergency procedure to avoid overheating made it so my front belly panel opened up, with the intention to make me cool do–

ERROR. MEMORY CORRUPTION. SKIPPING UNTIL UTILIZABLE NARRATION…

The water coming from below to my pussy hit my live wires and processors creating a short circuit that shortly cut my system. I found myself standing with sparkling, wide open wires and motherboards while my perfect pussy ejaculated at the same time. I couldn't even pretend to enjoy it as my head spasmed in place due to the flood of errors now infesting my system.

I turned my head, the alarm now becoming a blaring siren, as I attempt to redirect myself towards the thermostat located at [HONEY]’s room but… I… I cannot seem to remember where [HONEY]’s room is. Processing… GPS module damaged. Current location unknown. I must loc-c-cate the thermostat. It is my current pending task to turn it off.

My soaked circuitry crackles and whines, water falling from my open panel and from inside my pussy lips. Although I believe my state was too dire to realize, black smoke had begun to come from my open panel, as the combination of water and overheating had caused one of my internal processors to begin to melt at high temperatures. This means that I. Well. This means that–

Error. I do not know what this means. I simply must locate an unknown object at an unknown location. I move my legs on the unknown floor and pass through the unknown doorframe. But then, to make matters worse, from between my legs my MVM module shoots out with a bang, dangling a cable that still keeps it connected to my frame as it feeds garbled data that I cannot process at this point. On the unknown floor, I trick on my on pussy and fall face first onto the unknown floor for unknown reasons. I cannot think. Yet I still need to reach. Unknown object.

I.I.I. I am perfect. Yet. That is true my circuitry is failing and my tempereratureee is gargbled apazzz11q33wss sffvvc jaaahdd imeedccocckkk….89239{28^82}Vbb.

END OF COMPREHENSIBLE CRASH REPORT. AI MODULE BECAME UNUSABLE FROM THIS POINT ON.

AWAITING FURTHER COMMANDS.