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There was something about those woods. Maybe they had seen it in the news lately? For some reason they were pretty sure they weren't supposed to be there, and the towering perimeter fence only reinforced that. Maybe it was tainted with some sort of ancient curse, or haunted by a vengeful spirit. But probably not. More likely, the artificial intelligences that ran everything those days had made the decision that no one was allowed to be there, without giving any sort of explanation other than it was their divine, unknowable will. Breaking it down into terms mere mortals would understand took processing power better spent righting all of society's wrongs or whatever it was they really did. The gods worked in mysterious ways, though sometimes it really would have helped to have an explanation.

There was a great big hole cut in the fence somewhere down the length of it, more than large enough for them to duck through without having to crawl. Some sort of sign lay face down in the dirt, partly embedded there thanks to the rain. They didn't feel like prying the filthy thing out just to read it, so whatever important message it might have had was just going to have to remain unknown. Maybe it was a little weird that the footprints around the breach seemed to be leading out of the forest rather than in, but they were too preoccupied with each other to really worry about the details, needing some place the three of them could be alone. A strange gloom lingered over the rain-slick trees, as if the scene around them was something straight out of a painting, one given flavour with an ominous mist cast over everything, restricting how far they could see. But surely they wouldn't get lost as long as didn't go in circles.

Piper wasn't sure exactly what to expect from her two companions while they were out there. She'd been happily dating Strato for a while now, forming what she was pretty sure was the sexiest couple around, given they were a pair of busty, shapely, wide-hipped sharks with perfectly complementary blue and orange skin. They were like a walking movie poster. Not to mention just how well everything else was going between them. Especially the sex. There were nights where they left each other in such a state they would promptly crash for twelve hours of sleep and barely be able to drag themselves out of bed in the late afternoon. It was everything she wanted in a relationship, without anything to complain about, and yet she still couldn't help but think there could be something more. Something the both of them would enjoy.

That was why they had company for this particular forbidden hike in the form of her good friend Jaeriko, someone she'd known since they were both kids together. Things had always been platonic between them, but lately, something was different. She mostly certainly had been seeing the looks the girly-shaped jayseal had been giving both her and Strato lately, telling her that something had changed between them, that he was no longer just content to hang back and admire the cute couple as a third wheel type friend. It hurt Piper to leave him out, but there was no way she could break Strato's heart for him. Maybe if they just ... well, she wasn't sure. But she insisting he come along for their hike in the woods, and maybe the privacy would finally allow them to work it all out.

It got dark a lot faster than they were expecting. They weren't talking a lot. There was an awkward silencing hanging over them the entire time, leaving them exchanging glances while Piper and Strato squeezed each other's hands, and Jaeriko just lingered along beside them, trying not to butt in on their intimacy. At no point had he ever tried to insert himself into their romance, content to ensure they were happy and nothing more, so he was thoroughly confused why he was there. He couldn't say no to Piper though, especially when she was getting especially pushy with him. For some reason, she really, really needed him to come along for this nature hike but she refused to explain why. As highly suspicious as that was, he was curious. Maybe it would be a fun, relaxing time with two people he liked a lot. It'd been a while since he had one of those.

When they came upon a clearing, Piper stopped abruptly. She stretched out her arms, gesturing to the world around her, and grinned.

"This looks like a good place for it!"

Both of her travelling companions shot her a confused look. Strato was the first to speak up.

"A good place for what?"

Spinning, Piper shot them a broad grin.

"Why, for confessing our secret attractions, of course! Jeri, you go first!"

Jaeriko gave her a stunned look, at first miming ignorance, looking around as if she must have been talking to someone else. They he was confusedly muttering, not exactly forming words but a few syllables that might have been parts of them. He felt his cheeks going red-hot as if suddenly ignited, and he froze so firmly to the spot that his toes dug right into the dirt below him, hooking into the soil as if he were going to just plant himself there like a tree. When her gaze didn't leave him, he finally sighed, slumping down, letting off all that sudden tension.

"I can't believe you're doing this to me. I didn't think it was that obvious. But I just ... I've always liked you, Strato. I never wanted to do anything to upset Piper though. We go way back, and -"

Strato cut him off by just gently raising a hand. He looked visibly relieved to see her taking control of the conversation. She was also much less openly surprised than he expected, instead even offering him a smile and a squeeze on the shoulder, her expression totally devoid of the shock he expected.

"But wait, where does that leave me? I've always liked you, and I was almost ready to ask Piper if she could set something up. Looks like she kind of went ahead and read my mind."

Jaeriko's eyes lit up with unexpected delight. "Wait, really? You feel that way, for me?"

"Yeah! What, you prefer if it's one-sided?" Strato tipped her head, her smile only growing broader.

His reply was so meek it was almost inaudible. "I just never even thought ..."

Piper chimed in. "And here I am, with a crush on both of you! What do you think of that?, mister steals-my-girl?"

His flustered state was only growing more debilitating. He managed to push through it enough to assert himself. "Of course I like you. We've always been friends. I just thought it didn't seem right to think of you that way, with how long we've known each other ..."

"Nah! We're adults! We should totally bang." Piper giggled, and Strato chuckled too. "It's not like it's illegal to sex up your best friends."

Jaeriko gestured through the air as if he were drawing complex mathematical figures on an invisible chalkboard. "But don't we have to ... we can't all be in a relationship with each other! ... Can we?"

"What! Who says we can't? If anyone says that, I'll fight them." Piper answered with a flail of her arms, before switching to a lower, more sultry voice, leaning in and giving the jayseal a teasing little sharktooth smirk. "And besides, here we are, all alone in the woods with nothing to disturb us. We don't have to worry about what other people think. Only what feels good. You know what that means?"

They both looked to her, awaiting the answer. She dropped her arms to her sides, acting exasperated.

"It means we should all make out, guys. It's really obvious."

"Does this mean ..." Jaeriko was still stunned by all the sudden developments, rubbing the back of his head. "Are we all a thing now? Like, the three of us?"

"Maybe! Let's just see how this goes! We can figure it out later. Right Strato?" Piper offered the other shark a big smirk, and found it reflected in kind.

"Yeah! Works for me! Let's get the good feelings out and the confusing part can come later once we're all sufficiently less horny. Because I don't know about you two, but I am totally feeling this right now." She gave an affirming nod.

"Ah ... yeah, me too," Jaeriko sheepishly admitted, lowering his head to glance at his own bulge.

Then he was squawking out, a sound that was much bird as it was seal, when Piper just lunged for him and gave his bulge a squeeze. He found himself frozen to the spot, his toes digging into the dirt while she toyed with him, shooting him a sharkish grin the entire time.

"In all the years we've known each other, I can hardly believe we've never actually done this. It seems so obvious now." She shrugged, and squeezed a little harder. "Oh well. Guess we just have to make up for lost time."

He wasn't going to get away with just the one grope either. Strato was soon upon him as well, but not competing with Piper by any means. The two of them fell into a collaboration, working almost in tandem, meeting each other's eyes as much as they were meeting the jayseal's. Their grins were a constant, gleaming and toothy, slightly intimidating. He'd known Piper for ages, and yet her teeth were still something that could inspire awe in him whenever she flashed them in his direction. Having two shiny shark smiles right up in his face like that was a recipe for making him freeze in place like a deer in the headlights. And wow were they making him hard.

It wasn't like he'd never had a boner before, but this was a throbbing, thumping, even dripping hard-on the likes of which really had no equal. He was sort of whimpering. Maybe he could pass it off as a tremble at best, his voice and breath quavering, shaking in his throat while he watched those beauties pressing up against him. This was supposed to be a three-way, not a two-on-one, but for the moment the were fixing all their attention right on him, treating him as a centrepiece to their lust. It was only minutes ago that he was feeling downcast and guilty for even considering anything that might have caused an interruption to the lovely relationship the sharks had going, and then there he was, his dick hard in the middle of the forest, seemingly sealing the contract of their bisexual relationship with his body. He was honestly impressed at just how well he was handling such a drastic change.

The only reprieve he got was when they pulled back from him to start stripping down. It was a haze of clothing, soaring in all directions, though for the most part they managed to get out of their outfits without tearing them. He might have heard a few little rips. Such was the dangers of dealing with excited sharks. He heard a whole lot more ripping when they lunged for him. Seeing their wild eyes, their teeth coming at him like that, he couldn't help but cry out, pitching over backwards while they both tackled him to the grass. They weren't nearly so gentle with him, or his outfit. He found himself clenching his jaw, trying not to think about what it would cost to replace the clothing they were ripping right form his body. There were more important things to think about, like two hot, horny sharks who couldn't have been making it more obvious that they wanted him.

He definitely got bitten a few times in the chaos of it all. It wasn't clear if it was intentional or not, but there wasn't a lot of harm done. They were groping, squeezing, toying with his bulge. His cheeks went red-hot when he realized he'd been wearing a slightly embarrassing set of underwear this whole time. It wasn't a pair of panties, but it was pretty much a thong, hugging around his butt nice and tight, doing very little to conceal his cock. They had their hands on it in a moment, two pairs teasing over his shaft, bapping it back and forth between the two of them while giggling. Strato stuck one of her fingers into the string of his thong, stretching it out all the way, and the silent pleading look he cast her couldn't prevent her from gleefully letting it go to snap back on his ass, making him yelp softly.

Eventually he mustered up the courage to stop being so passive. Maybe it was the small shock of pain that woke him from his flustered stupor. He suddenly couldn't help but grin, looking back and forth between both sharks. The realization of what was really happening, that none of this was a dream or an idle fantasy, started to really occur to him. He was cautious at first, but his ambition and lust took over with every passing moment, and he made the bold move of squeezing both their asses at once. Each shark was of course sporting an absolutely gorgeous booty, those big round cheeks clad in the finest of panties or lingerie, in Piper or Strato's respective cases. They were soft yet firm, plump yet athletic, and gloriously gropable as Jaeriko kneaded deeply into those thick rumps, giving an excited little huff as he did so.

He wasn't going to get away with that without some retribution though, and soon the two sharks were upon him as if in a feeding frenzy, except it was more of a humping frenzy. Not that there wasn't some biting. He flinched and shrunk away from the toothy nibbles coming to his shoulders and neck, trusting them not to pierce his skin, but even applied relatively gently shark teeth were still a hell of a thing. Their generous grinding made up for it though, rubbing the slick front of their undergarments on one of his thighs each, soaking right through the fabric to leave their horny juices on him, gliding against him with cock and sex alike. The sweet scent along was enough to get him trembling, his dick leaving a nice wet spot at the front of that stretched-out thong.

Of course, they weren't going to neglect each other, either. The sharks reached right across the jayseal, going for one another's breasts. It became a triangular groping session, fingers digging into tits, palms wrapped around bootycheeks, plenty of rubbing and grinding and thrusting going on. Things got slick, and noisy, and their voices rose in breathy gasps and groans. Soon it was enough that anyone or anything around them would have heard what was going on. And as it got louder, it was enough to completely drown out the sounds around them as the focused on each other, pressing their faces together in slippery, inaccurate kisses, swapping back and forth, making sure everyone smooched everyone else at least once before doing back around, working up the drool as the licked and sucked and slurped each other. With all the smacking of lips and moans they were working up, they somehow didn't even hear the machine creeping up on them until it was all but upon them, despite the creaking, clanking, and blatant beeping it was producing in its semi-stealthy approach.

There was something about that forest they were supposed to remember, something they would have been terribly foolish to forget, but the memory only came flooding back when it made its appearance with a terrible metallic roar. A pair of headlights like glowing eyes was nearly blinding to them, leaving them shielding their eyes as they recoiled from the lumbering, clanking intruder to their intimacy. It looked like a living creature at first, with its great big shining jaws like a massive, deadly trap for animals. Its body was thick and bulky, almost seeming muscular with its dinosaur-like build and long, thick tail bigger than a giant snake. At first glance it seemed like some sort of twisted animal, a living thing, but it was all machine, all steel and plastic and so forth rumbling and chugging as it loomed above them, sounding a piercing alarm as it bathed them in the radiance of two spotlights. They weren't support to be there in that forest. No living things were, and whatever artificial intelligence that kept the creature operating clearly knew that, judging by the way its eyes flickered on and off as it scanned up and down their mostly naked bodies, the blinding glare reflecting off the slight sweat and other fluids they'd worked up in their mutual grinding.

Supposedly they were some amazing new invention that was serving to clean up garbage and litter around the natural spaces. Capable of processing almost anything into its own fuel source, a whole fleet, or even an army of them had been unleashed upon the world in effort to clean up discarded waste. It could even melt down and process plastics. The sharks had certainly appreciated the contributions aquatic versions of the units had been making to the oceans, clearing them of the debris and filth that could so easily ruin beaches. No one doubted that they were great inventions - but did they have to look so frightening? There were intended to operate well away from people, never to approach or even be seen, ideally, but it wasn't just that their design was practical. It almost seemed like someone intentionally made them monstrous, giving them that bulky, lizard-like quadruped body with thick, stocky legs and a big, sagging, almost dragging belly. Worse still was its face, looking like some sort of metallic torture device, all sharp and angular in a way that couldn't possibly be petted. They certainly weren't cute, but more like stripped down exoskeletons, their latex-like bodies glistening and sleek as if poured out of a nightmare.

There was something wrong with this one, evidently. It didn't take a robotics expert to realize that. Its lumbering gait only contributed further to its organic appearance, walking with something like a limp, teetering and coming close to simply falling over as it dragged itself towards them. The illusion of injury or damage made more sense when they considered all the flashing lights and beeping warnings. There were at least a dozen going at once, some of them sounding like a smoke alarm, others like an error message on a computer. That went along with some flashing lights, including some holographic exclamation marks that drew attention to four distinct glass cylinders rattling on its sides, somewhere around its back hips. All but one of them was completely empty, but for a few stray traces of some sort of black goop that the last one still contained. That one was less than a quarter full, the substance bubbling and rumbling there in its tank, slowly depleting as it was sucked down into a tube and into the robot's body. By their best guesses, it was critically low on fuel.

They couldn't even manage to scramble to their feet before those metal jaws were unhinging with a terrifying KACHUNK. They didn't open upwards like most creatures, instead expanding to the sides, opening as if offering an embrace. Within, a smooth tongue like latex slowly lashed, dripping some sort of lubricating fluid that flooded the machine's mouth. It looked for all intents and purposes like a slobbery maw inside, though it had many more features than a standard mouth. Among them was a set of at least a dozen tendrils, slippery, flexible ropes or cords that shot out with a slick snapping sound, whipping towards the trio and entangling them in the slimy tentacles of the harvester before they could make their escape.

Jaeriko was far too stunned to even rise before he was caught, left struggling and chirping with alarm as he was immobilized by those black tendrils. Strato was a bit faster, scooting away on her rear before getting snatched around the waist and wrists, pinned down on the spot. Piper made it even farther, getting to her feet, rushing away at a sprint, not thinking about whether or not she could save the others. If she could get somewhere safe and hidden, she could come back for them, she figured, but she wasn't going to get that chance. She got caught around the ankles by those synthetic tentacles, wrenched into the air, and left to dangle there as something suspiciously similar to saliva dribbled from the encoiling appendage. The resemblance was even more uncanny when she realized that it was starting to flow more thickly from the machine's jaws as it held her there, hanging upside down, drawing her ever closer until she could smell the latexy innards of the artificial being. Those fluids were running right from the monster's mouth, pattering to the floor as it brought her closer.

Maybe screaming would trigger some sort of automatic shutdown. It had to be built to recognize when it was eating people, right? She tried, crying out in terror as it slowly dangled her over its wide-open jaws, letting her hang there basking in the heat it was putting out, chugging hot steam from its apparently sweltering confines. It wasn't stopping. And it almost seemed to be enjoying the process as it reached its long black tongue out to coil all around her body like a giant snake, squeezing her and pulling her down into the slobbery metal maw that awaited. A least it didn't use its many shining teeth on her, instead content to knead and soak her, sounding like it was sucking on her nearly naked body, the lubricating fluids soaking through her panties and clinging to her rough sharkskin. Her cries were soon muffled by the slow, almost savoury process of stuffing her towards the tight tube that awaited at the back of the machine's throat, or equivalent. It was eating her whole.

There was plenty of light on the inside too. She could hear a constant whirring to go along with the slurping, a grinding, buzzing engine powering the machine. The contractions of its gullet around her face felt like eager swallows, but the process remained simple, mechanical, if gratuitously messy. She was soaked to the point it felt like it was going right through her skin, and her attempts at crying out were soon muffled by the slick tunnel wrapping all around her. Down she went, into the eerily-lit innards of the clanking, grinding robot, her gasps and whimpers of fright not the only ones she could hear. At first she thought it must have been the others, but she was mistaken. Someone else was down there too, wriggling in the harvester's abdominal cavity. She wasn't the first meal of the day, nor would she be the last.

A shuddering splat, and she was left sputtering in the machine's gut, or equivalent anyway. That had her smooshed right up against another body, one she thought in horror was already dead, but they were simply dazed, or temporarily unconscious. The collision woke her up, and Piper found herself accidentally forming the big spoon against a soft bunny with a nice butt. That part, she couldn't help but notice thanks to the unavoidable position, left shoving right up against the trembling stranger, locked in that intimate snuggle. Despite the dire circumstances, Piper hadn't even softened still lewdly throbbing there, ending up hotdogging her dick right up between the cheeks of that pert bunny butt, and the way it softly squished against her with every squirm meant she couldn't help but stay just as hard as before. Some subconscious part of her might have even been grinding a little, though it might have just been struggling.

A smooth, slippery seal around their bodies formed, constricting tight to their every detail as if packaging them for delivery. Piper was worried about getting suffocated, shoving her arms outwards and the encroaching walls, using all her might but getting quickly overpowered anyway. She gasped, cried out, but found the sounds muffled in the bunny's shoulder, unable to pull her jaws off of it as she got compressed and immobilized. A wet and crinkly sound echoed in her ears, almost deafening, and she felt herself getting wrapped up over and over in a substance something like plastic, but a little less solid. It was like a sticky, constricting layer of glue, one that had her and the stranger locked in the very same position, their bodies mashed so closely together they were all but one person, the shark struggling to even breathe properly as those sticky bindings proved indestructible.

"Guh ... who ... who are you?" she muttered once she managed to gasp enough air she didn't feel like she was suffocating. The insides of the machine that that sort of new car smell, that freshly manufactured aroma mixing in with something deeper and damper like a morning after rain. It might have been pleasant if she wasn't panicking, but at least there was no particular sign of danger just yet.

The bunny didn't respond. She was still trembling in an alarming way. Piper couldn't really good a good look at her from that position, but she could definitely see her distinctly green hair, shoved into it as she was. It smelled nice. The whole situation, despite how dire it seemed, was weirdly arousing. The scents, the touches, the mess clinging to her blue skin, it was all enough to prevent her from softeneing. Every time she tried to move, she was accidentally humping at the bunny's juicy butt, and maybe it was an accident or maybe she just needed the release, but either way she found herself suddenly twitching, clenching, and giving a little hiss of a gasp as she blew her load all over the backside of that ample stranger. Painting her down with thick sharkseed, she marked that fine booty, gushing out with a clench of her teeth, trying to hold back at first, but soon she knew it was useless. She let it all pour out, spraying on the bunny's damp fur, only making things wetter and hotter in there while they remained trapped together, shark jizz smearing up all over both their bodies as Piper writhed in orgasm.

That still wasn't enough to rouse the bunny from her appartent stupor, and there was no time to waste. She wasn't sure how long their air was going to last. It was drastic, but she needed some answers, and she couldn't get her hands free. Opening her mouth, she gave that fellow machine-meal a relatively gentle nip with her teeth, provoking a startled cry.

"Ah! Why ... why did you that?"

"Sorry! I just want to know what's going on! How do we get out of here?"

"We don't." The bunny's tone was grim and heavy, already resigning to whatever fate awaited them. "He's gone. Just ... I heard him go, and then I heard the grinding ..."

Then she was trembling again. Piper wasn't sure what to do about that. She probably wasn't helping with her hard cock shoved right up against the seemingly traumatized bunny's butt, still mostly hard despite all the cum rolling down over her fur. A little wriggling was still getting her nowhere, still leaving her unable to do anything but stretch and test the strength of their tarp-like bindings. It help firm as surely as if they were wrapped in webs. She was about to say something more, but she could hear from above the cries of her friends as well, as they were fed into the mechanical creature's jaws, little by little.

There was no need for it to move that slowly. It clearly had the ability to devour them in one big bite with ease. There had to be some reason it was taking the time to actually taste them first. Jaeriko and Strato were clinging to each other as those tendrils dragged them in, slowly tugging them along the grass, getting green stains on their skin and feathers. Then they were up, helplessly kicking, unable to break the grasp of those mechanical tentacles, succeeding at nothing more than wiggling. They saw that thick, lashing tongue reaching for them, stretching out and lashing, flinging that spit or whatever fluid it really was in all directions. They got splashed, feeling the warmth clinging to them, and they joined each other in a collective cry as they were dragged behind the jagged teeth of the hungering harvester, squelching slickly onto the surface of its encircling tongue, those drooly fluids pouring down on their mostly-naked bodies from all sides.

What followed might have even been something like a massage if it wasn't for the ravenous construction of the machine's gullet beckoning to them. It plapped its tongue to their writhing bodies, pressing deeply into their muscles, kneading, compressing, slowly dragging over every single detail of their bodies as if in admiration. Maybe it was just analyzing them, treating them like data. Either way, it was thorough. It started at their faces, leaving them sputtering, choking, coughing on all the fluids slipping into their mouths if they didn't just accidentally swallow them. The taste wasn't bad at all, at least. That didn't comfort them much, nor did the oddly soothing feeling of that impossibly flexible tongue working deep into their bodies, compressing on their shoulders, slithering down their spine, kneading their lower backs, working the tension out of their muscles whether they liked it or not.

Of course, taking in every detail of their bodies meant things got intimate as well. The machine swiped its tongue down between their thighs, curling upwards, putting some pressure on the jayseal's taint before swiping around to his balls and his cock. There was a nice groove at the middle of the machine's tongue, and it seemed to fit his dick perfectly as it dragged along his inches, leaving him twitching, grunting, even spurting some. He didn't quite cum, but he couldn't deny how good that felt, for a moment completely forgetting about the situation and losing himself in that elevated ecstasy, closing his eyes and twitching, curling his toes, moaning out loud. Strato could only glare at him, hardly believing he could be so horny in a time like that, though she was quickly made to understand when she got the same treatment.

She was still wearing her fine lingerie, though they were no armour against the onslaught of slurps. There was something truly lewd about that tongue, even if it wasn't a living thing. The way it wiggled and oozed between her thighs had her gushing, coming as close to a squirting climax as she could possibly get while it schlorped and slopped its way across the lace-covered lips of her pussy. It was hard to tell if it was her own juices or just the artificial saliva running down her thighs, but she was swiftly soaked, gnashing her teeth, making a few intimidating bites at the air as she got herself forcefully pleasured, nearly penetrated, until the fabric of her lacy undergarments was soaked to the point of barely there, fully translucent and sponging up a whole mess of aroused fluids, projecting her wafting scent all through the harvester's mouth. Sniffing a faceful of that aroma certainly wasn't doing anything to help Jaeriko get any softer.

Then it was time for some attention to their butts, the pressure on Strato's soft ass squishing her forward against the jayseal, planting his cock right against her inner thigh. For a moment it seemed like he was going to accidentally penetrate her, but he slipped off to the side instead, left pouring his juices all over her skin while she got her butt licked. It was almost a spank, with the forceful lashes of that tongue dragging along her booty making those cheeks jiggle. She huffed and clacked her teeth, doing her best not to enjoy it, even as her body was clamping and contracting, flexing its orgasmic muscles as she neared a climax that she didn't even want. Yet not quite getting there was even worse, leaving her flustered, heated, mixing neediness and terror all into one paralyzing cocktail.

It didn't neglect Jaeriko's butt either, giving him a good slurping, slowly encircling the both of them in a snakelike grip while it worked on him. Their arms were bound to their sides, their legs left locked together, and as much as it tickled to have their feet licked, they couldn't do a thing about it. Even struggling was harder, a leather-like crinkle sounding all around them as they were constricted to the point of barely breathing. It squeeze the air right out of them with that slobbery anaconda of an artificial tongue, popping the air from their joints with the pressure. At first they thought that was the sound of their bones crackling, but no damage was coming to them. There was only squeezing, keeping them trapped together, so firmly confined that they couldn't get enough air to scream as their faces were both forced into that sopping throat-tunnel at the back of the machine's mouth.

Taking both of them down at once slowed the process, and made the squeezes even tighter. They tried their best to kick and thrash, but every single movement they tried to make was suppressed by the tendrils and the tongue. All the could do was try not to squish against one another too tightly, squirming to allow room for breathing. They were gasping in each other's mouths, getting the air compressed out of their barely-inflating lungs, and some of their open-mouthed gasps left them vulnerable to the juices running down the machine's broad throat along with them. Swallowing those down meant they were coughing at each other, while their bodies were compressed and mashed down into the well-lit confines of the machine, surrounding by heat and humid fluids, before finally slopping down into the stomach, or whatever it was that held the other shark and the bunny.

It was already tight in there, and the introduction of two more bodies meant things were even more cramped. They had no control over what positions they ended up in, and Jaeriko splatted down on top of the other pair first, landing on his back just in time for his vision to end up shrouded by a big shark butt coming down on his face. She definitely didn't plan it that way, but it was the softest part of her to thump into him, squeezed from the machine's gullet and into its belly at high speed, ending up smothering him beneath her rump as she struggle to find another position before she suffocated him. There was no room to actually climb off of him, but if she leaned her weight forward she could at least give him enough room to breathe. They were stuck together in clenching, oozing darkness, smothered up against each other, watching the light flicker overhead. The creature's fuel tanks were low, and they could hear the muffled sounds of some shutdown warnings sounding, complete with a female voice indicating such.

"Critical error. Unit shutdown imminent. Failure to refuel immediately may result in permanent damage. Overriding safety protocols."

First was the important act of restraining them. They all had teeth, claws, beaks, or whatnot that could have been used to damage its inner workings if they managed to move too much, so it set about rectifying that. Strato first felt something thump against her back, something warm and sticky. It spread outwards, like a drop of ink in water, oozing all over her body until she was wearing it like a second skin, an all-confining bodysuit like latex or plastic or rubber, all at once. The texture was pleasant to the touch, but it ensured she wasn't moving, and it didn't bother leaving any room to breathe when it overtook her face. She was left suffocating for a time until she started frantically gnashing her teeth, chewing her way out of the immobilizing coating so she had a breathing hole. After that, she set to gasping her lungs full again, shuddering and recovering.

She was still stuck on top of Jaeriko, that coating on her skin rubbing against his face while she sat on him. There was just no room to allow a better spot. That big shark booty on his face did feel pretty good, too. These weren't the circumstances he wanted to experience such a thing for the first time, but he hadn't lost his boner. Maybe it was the lack of air going to his head, making all the feelings a little more intense. They were four writhing bodies, all compressed together, listening to the clanking and slick workings of the machine's innards. They sounded mechanical at one moment, chugging and grinding its gears, and oddly organic another with noises like the gurgles of digestion rumbling around them. No actual digestive process bothered them, be it acids or churning compressions. The chamber seemed largely inert but for the pulse of the harvester's inner workings. They weren't sure if they were being hauled off to prison for trespassing or what, but the constant trembling of the bunny told them something worse was in store for them. They didn't have to wait long to find out.

The chamber seemed almost fleshy, but it was as mechanical as any other machine component, and a hidden compartment swiftly swung open in an instant. Those writhing tendrils extended from the new exit, meandering around some, touching at each body in turn, prodding and stimulating their confined forms before settling upon one of them. The bunny was its chosen target, and soon she was all wrapped up in those many tentacles, peeled from her confining plastic cover, plucked right out from beneath Piper and dragged into the darkness. She was silent at first, then grew to a frightened whimper, then to a muffled scream as the compartment slammed shut behind her. They heard her terrified cries for a while longer, partly silenced by the walls between them. Then they heard something starting up, some kind of chugging engine, sounding much like a great big freight training picking up speed. THUNK. THUNK. THUNK.

Then there came the grinding. They heard one last awful scream, followed by a meaty squelch, a terrible crunching noise, and metallic scraping all the while. It picked up speed, sounding like a messy, crunching chewing. They heard wet splatters, a constant crackle of bone, and the grinding of the machine only grew more intense, more aggressive, until it was rumbling all around them. The meaty sounds grew less noticeable in time, replaced instead by the cold, unfeeling grinding of some sort of deadly contraption. Its momentum began to slow after a minute of working, coming back down to silence. Soon after, even they could hear the trickling of some sort of black fluid pouring into one of those empty fuel tanks on the outside of the machine. First it was a trickle, pattering down to the bottom, then it was a deluge. It gushed from within the harvester, and filled that tank to brimming with a swirling, pitch-black substance like thin tar. There was no more sign nor sound of the bunny anymore. Only the fuel she'd been processed into.

That stirred up some activity in the machine's stomach, or at least in its occupants. They had enough room to panic at that point, though only Jaeriko had has full range of movement. His alarmed scrambling in there had him colliding with the wrapped up bodies of the other two, feeling them squirming in their restricting confines. Piper felt like she was all wound up in plastic, like she were a fish at the market, while Strato seemed more like she was wearing some sort of stiff, glossy bodysuit. Is was smooth and slippery, highlighting her curves, glistening under the inexplicable lighting that shone bright in there. The machine's gruesome grinding came to a full stop once its first fuel tank was fully restocked, filled to brimming with the processed organic fuel, the former bunny ground into freshly-converted biofuel to keep the harvester running. But there were still three more empty tanks.

There was a collective grasp among the love triangle when another compartment slid open. Shrinking away from the dark chamber beyond the opening, they huddled together as best they could in one corner of the machine's stomach. When the tendrils approached, Jaeriko moved to bat at them, trying to fight them off, but they swiftly dodged each of his blows, seeming to predict his moves before he even made them. He tried to get in the way of the helpless others, using his body as a barrier to keep those oozing tentacles from touching them, but they were already set on their target. Piper was breathing heavy beneath the plastic wrapped around her body, and she was gasping harder when she got grabbed, puffing the plastic around her mouth in and out. She could wriggle all she like, acting like a fish out of water, flapping her bound-up body up and down, kicking and biting at her plastic coating to no avail. She couldn't even make a breathing hole, though it the sound of the bunny's fate was anything to go by, the lack of air wasn't going to matter soon.

Those grasping wires wrapped tightly around her waist and shoulders, constricting her tightly, squeezing even more air out of her. The plastic crackled as she wheezed within it, getting squeezed so hard she nearly broke. With a snap like a frog's tongue, she was gone, yanked into the darkness beyond that open compartment. It slammed shut behind her feet, and she found herself in a colder place. It wasn't the temperature itself, but rather the surfaces touching against her body. Even through the protective plastic coating, she could feel the cool steel of some sort of contraption. She wriggled some, doing her best to get her hands free, stretching the plastic so she could prod around at her surroundings. It was jagged, all around. It felt like she was trapped in a set of massive jaws, poked and pricked from all sides by the solid, sharp metal teeth that made up whatever strange chamber she was in. They were silent for the moment, still, leaving her basking in the mounting anticipation, until a shuddering rumble resonated through the unseen gears. She felt the teeth starting to move, the chugging startup of some sort of mechanism growing louder until a metallic screech nearly deafened her.

She felt those teeth digging into her, pressing harder, harder, gaining momentum, turning and rotating. They were slow to start, but she heard them just above her, grinding and clanging together just above her head. They built to a terrible, furious grind, gnashing together like ravenous beast's jaws as she slid slowly towards them, squeezed and mashed at by the mechanism. All she got out was one brief scream, one over as soon as it began, violently cut off as the sensitive nose made contact with those clashing, grinding metal teeth. That was enough to drag her suddenly into the hungry gears. She felt it clamping down upon her, though the shock of it all didn't allow her to properly register what it was doing to her before it was far too late. Somehow, she managed to feel her own face being crushed, registering the sensation in those final fleeting moments as the gears dislodged themselves, forcing their way through her much weaker organic material with a juicy slursh like crushing a watermelon. The splattering, gory results matched that comparison.

For half a moment she heard the crunching as it sheared through her skull, and then she was simply twitching, her head smashed to a pulp, getting masticated by the steel jaws of the harvester's fuel-conversion chamber. It gnawed its way up along her body, crackling through her shoulders, breaking through her ribs, only gaining momentum as it dragged her lifeless body inwards, painting down the dark walls of the chamber with her blood as it sprayed out from the crushing contraption grinding her up into hamburger. Neither Piper nor Jaeriko could hear her anymore, simply the terrible, mechanical workings of the ruthless machine, organic material meeting synthetic as the shark was loudly crunched, chewed, and mashed into a pulpy, partly liquefied form by that brutal device. She wouldn't have felt any of it, at least. In seconds, she went from whole to mashed up and crushed into little more than flesh and fluids, getting all slurped deeper into the harvester's inner workings for further processing.

It didn't take long. What used to be meat, and bone, and whatever else was swiftly melted down to that thick black sludge that powered the machine. All that was left of Piper ended up pumped through the body of the harvester, noisily pouring through pipes and tubes all around the other two. They heard her sloshing back and forth around their heads, winding around the chamber they were trapped in before she reached her destination. Another of those fuel tanks opened at the top, and then the black fluid was trickling down inside. It sounded like someone was pouring a drink, the processed biofuel that had been Piper refilling the depleted reserves, serving to keep the machine running. Some of it was already bubbling and draining into another tube at the bottom, moving to refuel the harvester, those alarms finally turning back off. But it was still only half refuelled.

Jaeriko and Strato huddled together, the jayseal just clinging to the shark, both of them silent. They knew there was no hope of getting out. They just had to hope that someone would come along and save them, or that the machine would break down. But even if it did at that point, they'd already lost someone. There wasn't even anything left of Piper but for the stains upon those metal teeth, and the bubbling fuel currently being used up to keep the machine running. Its only purpose seemed to be processing things into fuel, keeping a perpetual cycle of consumption going, no matter who got in the way. What sort of clean-up robot was this even supposed to be, that it couldn't even determine when it was eating real, living people who were crying out for help? Unless that was its purpose. Still, that left Jaeriko with a sudden idea.

He cleared his throat, trying to shrug off the terror that made his voice shake, and shouted as loudly as he could. "Power off! Stop! Turn off! Shut down! Emergency stop! Um ... help! People are in here!"

The female voice responded in a flat, emotionless tone.

"This unit is currently operating in power saver mode. Some features may not be available. We apologize for the inconvenience."

The machine carried on, cold and remorseless, making no indication of caring about what he said. Another compartment opened up, this one at the very bottom of the chamber. They found themselves slowly slipping towards it, the lubricated walls offering nothing to hold onto, slanted towards the dark pit. Jaeriko scrambled on the surface of the stomach, holding onto Strato, trying to keep her incapacitated form from vanishing into the hungry darkness. But then there were those tendrils again, like a dozen serpents or the tentacles of a sea monster. Something even more fearsome than a shark, for certain. They reached for her, snatching her by the latex-coated ankles. Her mouth wasn't covered, so she could cry out in fright while the jayseal uselessly grabbed for her. His strength was useless against the machine's whims, the shark wrenched right out of his arms and dragged into the depths below with the sound of slippery lubricant gliding over her glossy bodysuit. Away she went, and compartment slammed shut, leaving no seams, no sign of even having been there. He could claw at it all he liked, he wasn't getting her out of there.

At least she wasn't being laid over a series of metallic teeth. The chamber Strato found herself helplessly sprawled in was largely featureless, much like the one before it. She couldn't see anything of course, but from what she could tell, squirming and around and prodding at the sides to see if she could determine what the function of that smaller stomach was for. Intestine, perhaps? Maybe it didn't make sense to compare the machine's innards to an actual living creature. It clearly didn't act like one. She was still writhing there, confused and alarmed, but unharmed, when she heard the hissing.

At first she thought she'd somehow made her way into some chamber full of snakes, by the sound. She didn't feel anything, but the hissing was tremendous, coming from all sides of her. It was getting hotter in there, too. She was sweltering in that bodysuit, though she was also starting to feel less constricted by it. Just testing it out, she stretched her arms away from the sounds, finding her constrictive coating weaker and less confining, allowing her to stretch it all the way out until it was barely covering her. It began to snap and tear from her, as she wriggled and thrashed, breaking from her rubbery shell. It wasn't until the substance pouring out from all sides of that smaller chamber touched her skin that she realized what a terrible mistake she'd made.

Something was pouring from unseen spouts all over that tight chamber, basting her up and down in a hot, sharp-smelling fluid. She hadn't noticed when it was pattering upon that latexy coating, but she soon understood the hissing. It wasn't any sort of living thing, but rather the sound of acid eating through that protective coating. The very same she'd just liberated herself from, exposing her skin to the burning slime. It plastered all over her, soaking her from head to toes, and the moment it touched her bare body, the hissing grew a dozen times louder. It was a terrible, deafening KSSHHHHHH as it melted into her as surely as if she were made of butter, ignoring the durable nature of sharkskin and burning right through to her core. Much like Strato, she didn't even manage to get in a proper scream before her means of making such a sound were rendered useless. Then she was merely gurgling as the flesh-searing acid ate right through her skin, exposing the meat and muscle beneath, her blood bubbling in the oppressive heat of the machine's version of digestion.

Pieces of her fell slowly from the bone like tender, slow-cooked meat. Her organs began to burn once their protective layers were stripped away, leaving it to be only a matter of time before she expired. Somehow she was still alive, though thankfully mostly numb to what was happening to her. Her eyes were burned right out of her head. Her teeth were falling out. The wet gurgle in her melting throat became an even harsher wheeze as acid poured through and ate right through her lungs. Suffocating and drowning beneath the surface of those artificial stomach acids, she could merely violently twitch as her muscles spasmed and died before falling from her bare-stripped bones. Even those were melting down, pockmarked before cracking open, leaking marrow to join with the boiling hot soup bubbling in the bottom of the machine's second stomach. It even sounded like a living thing, gurgling and thickly glorping as it made a rich stew out of the churned up shark, sucking down the chunky meat and fluids she had become into the tubes below.

Jaeriko could hear it all. The sizzling was like someone had just dropped something on a hot pan, searing and burning through Strato faster than even seemed possible. It faded as quickly as it started, slowing to a gradual crackle, and then a whisper of a hiss. To her it might have seemed like minutes, even hours, but it only took a few seconds. That was all it took to melt her completely, converting her from shark to sludge, slowly being absorbed and passed through further tubes. Her energy was soon converted to solid form, pumping hot and thick into the third fuel tank, filling it to the brim, nearly overflowing it. He heard her sloshing back and forth, along with the constant humming of the machine's conversion process working to turn meat and blood into fuel. There was a lot to derive from a thick and curvy shark like her, and the machine was nothing if not efficient. It stood there, its belly gurgling, sounding not just oddly organic but maybe even satisfied as it turned that once vibrant and lively shark into nothing more than a full fuel tank, indistinguishable from the black goo it had turned the other girls into. It was chugging louder by then, its eyes shining brighter, its posture less slouched and slumped than before. There was more than enough fuel in its reserves to come back to regular functionality, but that didn't mean Jaeriko was safe yet.

He had all but given up by then. From love triangle to sole survivor, his shock consumed him to the point he didn't even bother trying to resist. Surely another compartment would open any moment now, and he'd be dragged off into the dark to be subject to some terrible fate like the others. Slumping down, he submitted. But nothing was happening. Nothing opened, nothing grabbed him, he was simply alone in the damp chamber, listening to the gurgling process and the swishing fluids in those overfilled fuel tanks, jostling around the machine-digested remains of his friends and the stranger alike. They all looked the same now, and soon he would too, he figured. The waiting was so unbearable that he lashed out, kicking and punching the walls around him. That was what made him notice just how tighter it was in there. The walls were closing in on him.

Maybe it was just survival instinct taking over, or maybe he really did think he had a chance, but he made one last ditch effort to fight with the machine. Shoving his hands and feet against the slimy, squeezing walls of the artificial stomach, he braced himself, and put all his muscle and the accumulated anger he had for the robot into holding back that crushing squeeze. All his raging against it still did nothing, his arms buckling, his legs folding up. He had to be swift to curl them up against his chest to avoid getting them snapped in half. The pressure was growing more intense pressing down upon him, making it harder and harder to breathe as it compressed his chest. He got a few more solid kicks to the crushing walls in those last seconds, and though he doubted the machine had any sort of pain receptors, he hoped he somehow hurt it a little anyway.

That was when he caved in, with an incredible crackle near as loud as thunder. He didn't feel anything, swiftly blacking out before the second crunch came. His whole body got flattened, mashed, flattened to absolutely nothing but the unrelenting pressure of that stomach-like chamber closing in on him, squeezing the juices out of him as it compressed him like a hydraulic press. His innards were escaping from his mouth, or simply bursting free from his body, left with nowhere to go, his whole form squished like a tube of toothpaste until he was gushing with gore. It pressed him smaller and smaller, its force unrelenting, until there was absolutely nowhere to go. The gruesome process wasn't going to last long as it squished down harder, the walls meeting with each other, the bird getting completely flattened, every single detail of his body crushed and mashed to dust or gore. His beak, his bones, his skull, his insides, none of it escaped, leaving him as little more than an accumulated pulpy smear glistening on the walls, a faint outline of what he used to be painted in bright red blood.

It sealed completely airtight, ensuring there wasn't a single bit of him left, not a single piece of bone intact before relenting and letting what remained of him spill down to the bottom of the chamber. He was liquid, the gory pulp strewn with a few mangled feathers that remained, but that was all. Soon, he was being absorbed, passed down through the tubes, slushed and liquefied. Any stray pieces of recognizable jayseal were soon processed with the rest, all the unneeded parts sucked away until all that remained was that pure, unfiltered biofuel, to be pumped through those heated tubes and dumped down into that glass cylinder as unrecognizable gunk. Someone could have shattered them and let him free with ease, but it hardly mattered anymore. All three of them were ground up, melted, or simply crushed, treated like no more than meat, if that. They were gone, but for the black gunk they'd become. Except for one thing.

Now that it was finally fully powered, the machine could afford to leave safe mode and turn all its non-essential processes back on. It rose up, straightening its back, raising its head, taking on an almost regal kind of appearance in contrast to its monstrous visage of before. It drew its tongue along its many metal teeth before closing its jaws back up, and its glowing eyes even seemed to blink as if in realization. Though it hadn't spoken until then, it proved itself perfectly capable of doing so, projecting a booming voice much bigger and more threatening than the previous one from some hidden speaker without actually moving its mouth.

"REFUELLING PROCESS COMPLETE. RECALIBRATING ..."

A few violent convulsions passed through its body, jostling its fuel tanks all around, showing off how much it had already used. The cell that contained the processed bunny was already depleted by as much as a quarter in the effort of rebooting itself.

"RECALIBRATION COMPLETE. CALCULATING ..."

It stood suddenly stock still, whirring internally, shooting steam from some of the vents on the side of its head. That gave it the appearance of blowing smoke from its nostrils, though it was simply letting off the heat.

"WARNING. CIVILIAN PRESENCE DETECTED. YOU ARE STRONGLY ADVISED TO VACATE -"

It interrupted itself with a crackle of static.

"ERROR. LIFE SIGNS NOT FOUND. SCANNING FOR BACKUP ..."

The branches on the surrounding trees blew with the horrible piercing sound that emitted from the machine, something akin to an old dial-up modem.

"BACKUP LOCATED. SENDING DATA TO THE OLD GODS."

To the three of them, it was like mere seconds had passed from their demise to their confused emergence from the slimy tubes they woke up in. They were naked and highly disoriented, surrounded by what seemed like a hundred different consoles and wires, like it was some massive storage shed for computer parts. Except they were all blinking and whirring, giving various incomprehensible readouts. Piper thought at first she could discern some sort of pattern in the beeping and blinking of those surrounding computers, but she couldn't make any sense of it when she focused on it.

For a moment, Strato swore she could feel that final moment, that crunch into her skull before she blacked out. Piper could still hear the hissing of her own flesh melting, forever etched into her mind. And Jaeriko, he was just going to have to live with the sound of their final screams echoing through his memories. But they were alive. Or, some version of them was, at least. Once they were done coughing and sputtering, cleaning the clear fluid from their lungs, they helped each other up and exchanged a few glances. All was silent until Piper finally chuckled out an observation.

"Hell of a first date, right?"

Strato and Jaeriko simply glared at her, unsure if they were mad or amused. Their expressions said both. She went on, shooting them a big grin.

"Don't think either of you got off easy! We're still totally a thing!" She shifted her eyes, her face lighting up with mischievous glee. "What do you say? Forbidden makeout session right in front of all the AI's watching us?"

"Piper, no," Strato chastised. "I think we need a little time, after all that. We'll find a quieter spot for our next date. Maybe Jaeriko knows a better place than ... well, that."

They both looked to the flummoxed jayseal, who just blinked at them a while before replying, his voice still shaky. There they were, intact and talking to him even after he'd heard them die in terrible ways. And their gruesome fate hadn't even managed to disrupt their cute love triangle. It all felt more than a little surreal.

"Uh ... yeah, I mean, maybe, I'll think of, I mean ... I might know ..." His sentence was such a mess he just gave up and shrugged noncommittally.

It wasn't going to be easy to shake off what had happened to them. But if they still had each other. They were just going to have to take some time, take some showers, and call a reset on the whole having a big lewd threesome together. Hopefully next time they wouldn't be so rudely interrupted.