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Kayla slapped groggily at the blaring alarm clock, missed, and aimed another strike that this time successfully silenced the ear-splitting noise. The skunk rolled over in bed and rubbed at her face. Her mind slowly caught up with the fact that it was morning. What on earth had she set her alarm this early for? What did she need to get done today?

Realization slapped her across the face so hard she sat bolt upright in bed, fully awake in an instant. It was programming day!

The skunk threw off the sheets, or tried to at least, getting them caught around her legs and wrapped around her tail for a moment. Then she plunked herself down at her bedside computer and immediately let out a toe-curling moan.

Right, right. She'd left out a dildo on her chair last night, all lubed and ready to go, and she'd gone to bed naked. It was programming day. Dildos and nakedness were all perfectly natural for programming day.

Kayla settled in more comfortably on the dildo. Sure, it was well-lubed and she was more than capable of taking it, but the sudden plunge had still shocked her. She relaxed a bit, and then found herself grinding against her seat as she waited for her computer to load. It was getting just a little slow and she kept telling herself she needed to buy a new one. At least it gave her time to get used to holding the girth inside of herself, and boy had she chosen a girthy one for programming day.

She opened up Discord and said hi to the other programmers in chat. There were about twenty of them there, some more active, some less. But they all shared their excitement for the day's project. Everyone was waking up. Some were brewing tea or coffee. A few were making lewd remarks about the toy they had chosen for the day's pleasure. Kayla was unsurprised to see that as big a dildo as she had, it was nowhere near the biggest being used that day.

Introductions made, energy drink cracked open, Kayla popped her joints and started to program. Of course, the fun of programming day was that it wasn't just about programming. Every time she got to the end of a line and hit the enter key, she got rewarded: the dildo still resting inside her buzzed away happily for a second, high intensity but low duration. It always made sparks alight in her mind and the skunk's tail fluff out. She wriggled in place. More than once she bit her finger to prevent herself from moaning loud enough for the neighbors to complain.

Normally a buzzing vibrator would be a detriment to complex programming, but programming day didn't require much thought. It wasn't about complicated FOR loops or careful application of conditionals and there wasn't a scrap of object-oriented programming in sight. Everything was a simple straightforward list of instructions and definitions. So simple, you could do it while half asleep, or while orgasming (which Kayla had done more than once).

The skunk looked back over her most recent line of code:

SATURDAYS ARE PROGRAMMING DAYS.

BZZZ. The vibrator short-circuited her thoughts and she forgot all about the line of code, and started writing the next one.

EVERYONE LOOKS FORWARD TO PROGRAMMING DAYS.

BZZZ.

PROGRAMMING DAY IS THE BEST DAY OF THE WEEK.

BZZZ.

PROGRAMMING DAY MAKES US HORNY.

BZZZ.

Kayla paused in her programming to take a swig of her energy drink and check out the chat. Few people were talking now that programming was in full swing, but there were occasional posts of "Ooooh" or "Yeaaaaah" from those getting a good reward. Most, like her, had vibrators, but she knew one kinky fellow who used a carefully applied TENS unit on his shaft.

Kayla swapped back to programming for a while, happily typing away as she grew warmer and warmer in her room. She was starting to pant and was glad for the extra water to keep her cooled down. She checked in on her code.

GOOD GIRLS ARE HORNY.

BZZZ.

GOOD GIRLS PLAY WITH THEIR NIPPLES.

BZZZ.

GOOD GIRLS CLENCH THEIR SEX.

BZZZ.

GOOD GIRLS RIDE THEIR TOYS.

BZZZ.

GOOD GIRLS FORGET THE PROGRAM ON EVERY REWARD.

BZZZ. And Kayla forgot the programming's words.

She checked in on chat again but it was dead. That was okay. She took a moment to hydrate herself while she played with her nipples, grinding her hips down onto the thick toy inside of her. Oh yeah, programming day was great. Before she'd started doing this every week, she'd never realized how sensitive her breasts could be, nor had she ever really thought of dildos as that great.

But now her fingers found the right amount of tweak on a nipple to make her squeal. She sealed her lips to the rim of the energy drink can to muffle her cries. Then she kept programming.

GOOD GIRLS LOVE PROGRAMMING THEMSELVES.

BZZZ.

GOOD GIRLS LOVE BEING BLANK AND MINDLESS.

BZZZ.

GOOD GIRLS LOVE BEING COMPLIANT AND SUBMISSIVE.

BZZZ.

GOOD GIRLS OBEY THEIR PROGRAMMING.

BZZZ.

GOOD GIRLS OBEY THEIR PROGRAMMING.

BZZZ.

GOOD GIRLS OBEY THEIR PROGRAMMING.

BZZZ.

GOOD GIRLS OBEY THEIR PROGRAMMING.

BZZZ.

When Kayla checked in on chat again, everyone was posting, but all the same message "we obey our programming." Kayla joined in posting the same message over and over and over again, until a sudden wave of euphoria overtook her and she climaxed, letting out a deep low moan and no longer caring who heard. No longer caring about anything at all.

Then she stood, slowly, moving stiff and robotic as she cleaned the toy and her chair and her desk. Things were put away, forgotten until next week's programming day, and she slid into bed, napping before she would resume her Saturday, thinking she had only slept in and wondering why she was so horny. And wondering why she so wanted to be called a good girl.