By Day I Sleep, At Night I Weep - 2B reward story (Pixiv Fanbox)

Squatting down to suck the dick of a cute, nervous scanner unit was the most fucked up form of therapy that 2B could have imagined. But there she was, hand on the base of his dick, head bobbing with shallow motions along four slender inches of boy dick in a desperate attempt to make even some of this feel okay again, her other hand rubbing her pussy through her leotard to cap off the mess of this situation with the fucked up fact that she found sexual gratification in all of this.

Around her, a bunch of nervous scanner units stood there with their shorts feeling tight while they wanted for their turn with 2B, too, sent here by YoRHa Commander on direct orders to arrive at Unit 2B's room and let her do whatever she wanted to them. Madness followed with it, and as her eyes drifted over the crowd gathered around her, all 2B could do was hope that one of them might look the right kind of familiar. None of them did. Not perfectly. They were all the same. Little boys with standard Scanner uniforms and short white hair. But none of them were 9S.

2B was not like White. White was a shameless woman who indulged in fucking little boys coming off the line while they were still 'fresh'. She relished in her perversions, only having an interest in Scanner units and even having one whose sole duty was to fuck her at night. An eternal little boy android whose sole purpose was to feed the pedophilic urges of the commander. 2B was better than that. It wasn't about little boys. It was just about the one. Just supposed to be about 9S, about the one who she loved. The one who she kept having to kill, trapped in a miserable cycle of perpetuating her own loneliness and tragedy.

But there she was, sucking down this boy's dick and throwing herself into this. Could she really say she wasn't as bad as white? Could she really say she wasn't just as far gone? There was nothing sensible here, but as she sucked him down, she felt better than she could take, slurping noisily on the shaft, giving him what he wanted, what she wasn't supposed to want. What White wanted her to want in her deranged certainty that every woman on the base secretly loved little boys too and just needed a push in the right direction.

This was a 'gift' from the Commander. How fucked up was that?

"It feels very good, 2B," the boy whined. "Thank you so much!" He stood stiff at attention, nervously trying to make sense of all the growing pressures slowly washing over him, an all-consuming rush of frustration he had little control over. His cock twitched in her grasp and in her mouth, his body nervously teetering on the brink of just giving completely up to whatever was asked of him, even if he didn't know what that was. "I'm happy to be of service to anything you need.

2B kept sucking. She didn't say anything. Her eyes kept low and she focused simply on treating the cock to everything she could, these panics growing nervous and worrisome and confused with every passing second. This was excessive and twisted, ugly thrills and pressures that she felt like she could barely wrap her head around, but with each passing second she was embracing the maddest and weirdest of feelings. Her hand kept rubbing at her needy pussy, and she sucked without restraint or care for anything but the satisfaction not even of this Scanner unit, but of her hopeless need for company.

With nervous whines and hopeless gasps, the pleasure sent him over the top, gasping and bucking his way through dizzy excitement, through hopeless pleasures that left her in such a hopeless state, a breakpoint of confusion and worry that she just couldn't make any sense of. He came, a small load erupting into her mouth. He let out nervous noises, sounds he barely understood in a fit of pure excitement and greed. 2B swallowed it all down, shuddering in weird shame and guilt under so much excess and confusion, a frustration that she had no power over now.

Pulling back and rising to her feet, she started to undress. "You boys have a responsibility today," she said, trying to sound commanding and strong while she undressed, exposing her body and letting her clothes fell away. She was left only in the lacy thigh socks she wore under her boots, which had also been cast aside, her blindfold, and her headband. 2B was ready now. Ready for whatever insanity was to come. "You have been sent here by YoRHa commander to satisfy me. I will not be harsh with any of you, but you will do your best. I will lie back on this bed now, and you may come do whatever you want to me, but you have to commit to whatever you do. Do you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," the boys said. 2B's chest tightened. He never would have called her that. She didn't think much of it, though, climbing onto the bed and throwing herself to the wolves with a distinct sense that she just had to go with whatever insanity this was.

"Please, no. Just 2B," she said. "Not ma'am." The boys all nodded, and she spread her body out for them, accepting whatever was to follow.

Shorts dropped to the floor, and the fastest of the boys were upon her quickly, one lying up over her face and pushing his dick into her mouth, another pulling her leg up over his shoulder and zeroing in on her pussy. It was sudden and speedy, but she took it without hesitation, grabbing the butt of the boy over her face and urging him to thrust into her face.

The importance of throwing herself right into all of this pressure was overwhelming. 2B could feel the pressure heavy upon her, the dizzy frustrations that started to climb and ache through her body as she opened up to all of it. This was something she had to do as hard as she could, a weird rush of clumsy pressures to consider while letting the boys do whatever they wanted to her. With her eyes closed, she focused on feel. On the sensation of these small dicks thrusting into her. It wasn't the most mind-blowing and incredible pleasure, but it was something. It was enough for her to fool herself when she had her eyes closed, to imagine it was 9S thrusting into her mouth or pumping away at her pussy.

The bizarre spiral of guilt looming now over her was simply unbearable. 2B had done so much. Kept cutting him down. They had to keep making new 9S units, and she knew it wasn't her fault, knew he just kept trying to get too close to things that could not be known, but he was her scanner unit. He was the one who she got to fall in love with time and time again, and all she was doing every pass was collapsing under the hopeless feeling of raw terror and shame that came from so completely giving up to this. She had to do something about it, and this was her way to cope with it, her way to overcome the shame and the nightmares and the embarrassment that time and again pushed her to the breaking point.

But it wasn't 9S fucking her no matter how badly she wanted it to be. Her body shook under the growing panic and worry of these emotions, their volatile pressures making her feel weirder about this as she fell into the bizarre middle ground of knowing these weren't him but also finding some bizarre satisfaction and clarity in imagining that this was all okay that she was embracing the pressure and madness and terror of what was taking its toll on her. So much was happening and all of it felt like a plunge into hopeless excess now.

The boys did their part to follow along with everything asked of them, clumsily thrusting into her body and having their ways with her, trying to feed into everything asked of them. Every dizzy slam forward felt weirder and madder, messy thrills to keep giving up to, to keep losing themselves to with growing confusion and commotion. So much was happening, and all of it was taking a weird toll now on her. The dick in her mouth didn't reach deep enough to give her pause, and the cock in her pussy didn't reach too deep into her.

And yet, imagining 9S, it felt amazing. Her body squirmed hotly, mouth slurping noisily on the shaft continuing to pound its way down into her. She didn't need big dicks. She didn't need experienced lovers, she just needed Nines, and if she couldn't have him, then this would do.

Pleasure ripped suddenly through her body, a desperate plunge into everything she needed and sending her into dizzy bliss, into wicked satisfactions that she couldn't be without. This was a lot to embrace all at once, and all of it felt like a mad plunge into panic and weirdness, into satisfactions that came on without sense. Faster she threw herself into this. She had to. She came and the boys came with her, another shota load swallowed and her first creampie from the eager boys, who gasped and groaned cutely. Her body trembled, and as the dick pulled away from her mouth, she moaned, "More."

Up on top now. 2B found herself being guided in to sit her big ass on a boy's lap. It was a boy with the longest cock, six slender inches. An early bloomer. He fit into her ass past her cheeks, and she began to bounce happily on his shaft, giving him what he wanted. "More," she demanded again, and found herself with some dicks pushing into her face. She took them, grabbing both and sucking one into her mouth. Hastily and desperately, 2B threw everything she had within her into the mad indulgence of these bizarre feelings, pressure and heat that she had no choice but to try and make any sense of at all. she was in over her head, the depth of confusion leaving her feeling heavily compromised, but she kept the pace.

Bouncing her ass into the boy's lap, she rode his cock, pushing her way down onto his cock while her cheeks devoured some of it. She got enough in. It didn't even matter how much dick she had. She knew that much. Her head spun and the sweet sweep of pressure across her continued with bizarre delight. Her head switched around to keep sucking both cocks down, and the more that 2B threw herself into this, the hotter it all became.

The boys made such cute noises. Their voices may not have been right, but as she spaced out, it all became a wonderful throb of joy. She could fool herself. She needed to fool herself. Harder she bounced and stroked and sucked. All around her, the other Scanner units were starting to touch themselves, embracing the wild excitement and the weird thrills growing hotter with each passing moment. There wasn't a lot she could do but keep giving in, keep surrendering to these sloppy pleasures. She forced herself to feel good, forced these pleasures to drive her further along, and sheer dizzy determination pushed her to find desperate bliss in things that didn't make sense.

Another orgasm. This one made even less sense to her. It was just shallow anal sex. But nonetheless, she heaved and she shook, her body buckling under pure joy as she surrendered to this. "Cum all over me," she whined, throwing her head back and jerking the boys off, their quick shot cum loads splattering onto her face and dribbling to her chest. 2B was overjoyed, thrashing harder through all these feelings, still craving more as she explored her way into anything she could get her hands on. 2B had to continue. Everything she burning inside of her relied on this.

Shifted onto her back again, 2B had another boy on her face and between her legs, but this time, another boy pulled her modest breasts in together to fuck her tits, and she had two more to stroke. So much was happening, and all of it felt like a rush of persistent heat and messy pressures she could barely wrap her head around. Five boys at once. There were more waiting. Five cocks to pretend were 9S's. She needed this, her body burning under a pressure of her own creation. 2B was determined to embrace the utter weirdness of spectacular emotions that she didn't know how to make much sense of.

Her emotional detachment from this situation kept her distant and unable to process all the commotion of the scanner units thriving in this exciting situation, their eager thrusts keeping up a mad pace and a show of raw fever, endless satisfactions to lose themselves to in the name of giving up their virginities. They swarmed this gorgeous woman to get what they wanted and they had little understanding of a situation that saw 2B struggling harder to handle these mad feelings.

But she was only getting deeper in her thoughts. Thinking about how sorry she was, how she would make it right, how this was making her more open now to doing what she had to do. She would love him next time. She’d do this to him. She'd make him as happy as these boys were. She knew she could do it. She was prepared. 2B would do anything to make him happy, and she proved it with these kids. Their cocks made her feel good, but it was all in pursuit of making her ready for everything to come, for the sweet plunge into crushing wrongness. As her head spun and she was she fell ever deeper into the dizzy mania of her hopeless descent, everything simply felt like the rush of worry and panic she needed most.

Their work went unappreciated. Every boy on top of 2B threw himself into everything he could to make her happy, and the pleasure she felt was something she simply threw into devotion to someone else. Nobody knew what was going on in her head, and as she stroked and sucked she seemed present enough. They didn't have a strong enough read over the situation to realize the insane downward spiral keeping up these weird feelings. She didn't care about containing herself now, and as the boys fucked her toward another orgasm. She didn't have a choice, didn't have any sense. She didn't need it. She only wanted to unravel and break down.

And break down she did. Her body shook through another climax, another searing thrill and ache and the pleasures that made her need more of this. It was incredible, an orgasm so good it sent her thoughts dizzily out of focus and made her feel the hopeless crush of passions she didn't even really understand how to process. Cum filled her mouth and her pussy, splattered all over her body. She relished in it. 2B found a bizarre kind of peace in all of this, something she didn't understand at all, but as it crept over her, she was happy to lose herself to these sweet feelings.

When 2B opened her eyes again, she found 9S staring down at her. And 9S. And 9S. And 9S. Another 9S. 9S stood by the bed stroking his cock. 9S was climbing up and grabbing her legs. 9S felt up her tits. "You're here," she moaned. "You're here!" She moaned happily, sliding off of the bed and away from all of them, her head rolling back. “Come over here. I want you to masturbate in my face. Shower me in your cum. I've been preparing for you, Nines. I love you! I want to show you how badly I've missed you. Nines, please!"

2B didn't see the confusion, didn't see the faces and the looks of boys trying to figure out why she was calling them 'Nines'. But they all happily crowded in around her, starting to stroke their little dicks to give her the bukkake she needed, and as she readied herself, 2B's eyes were open. Wide open. Finally she saw. 9S was here with her. 9S had never left. He was here and she was happy, and they'd never be apart again.

"I love, Nines. I know I never get to say it, but I love you, and I don't want to hurt you ever again."