It’s one of those nights where time hardly seems to pass. Kolt is sitting on his couch at home, staring at his television. None of the movies strike him as interesting. None of the series seem fun, or worthy of a rewatch this particular night. The fox sighs loudly leaning backwards against the back of his couch, and to combat boredom, he reaches for his phone.

The fox unlocks it, scrolling through his messages. As he’s typing a response to someone, a notification pops up on his screen, at the very top. At first, he ignores it, still focused on the message he’s typing. However, as he continues to type away, he suddenly comes to a stop.

“[i]I don’t recognize that icon?” [/i]The fox thinks to himself, as he swipes down the phone’s notification menu. The notification is right there, at the very top. The icon is some sort of weird musical note, perhaps a key, with the note itself being a spiral. The fox isn’t really sure what to think of it, he can’t remember ever installing an app like that before. Maybe it’s a rebrand of an app he’s installed in the past, or some weird graphical bug. His eyes then move to the actual message.

“Hey! It’s time to continue your programming!” The notification says. He reads the message twice, first out of curiosity, then out of confusion. For some reason, the notification seems to stir some feelings from deep within his body, as his heartbeat rises slightly at the sight of those words. However, he doesn’t have much time to properly think about it, because as the message settles into the back of his mind, his thoughts start to slow down.

At first, Kolt notices how his train of thought comes to a gradual halt. The message he was typing has long faded from his mind, the words and letters itself drooping down like syrup out of a bottle. Like a transparent liquid, it’s suddenly stirred and cloudy. The coherence fails to pierce through the fog that’s draped across his mind.

However, where his brain fails to stay aware and in control of the situation, his body seems to be fully aware of what it’s doing. The fox finds himself standing up and, while barely able to even process what’s happening, moving towards his bedroom. The fox automatically opens his door, stepping inside and closing it behind him.

As Kolt stands in his bedroom, his paws begin to move on their own. He feels his paws drift down to the zipper of his cargo shorts, pulling them down and undoing the button, before pulling the actual shorts down to his ankles. He steps out of it, kicking them away, and once that’s done, his paws move back upwards as he grasps the hem of his shirt.

One swift movement upwards leaves the fox standing in his room shirtless, pantsless and thoughtless, leaving only his underwear remaining. Kolt’s paws continue to have a mind on their own – in lieu of his actual mind – and work together to pull the undies down all the way, leaving him completely naked in his bedroom.

With his clothes removed, and his phone in his paws once more, the fox moves to his bed and lays down as the notification continues to keep his mind subdued. His thoughts are still hazy, and most of them are foggy observations of the situation rather than being ones of surprise or resistance. He doesn’t really mind being naked right now – it seems like the right state to be.

Once Kolt is nice and comfortable in his bed, the fox plugs his earphones into the phone, and placing the buds in his ears. His fingerclaw finally taps on the notification, prompting the app top open. The spirally note, that had been the small icon, now appears larger on the screen, and within seconds, the app comes to life.

“[i]Welcome back to your training, Kolt.”[/i] The app says, the words echoing through his empty head. The fox’s jaw hangs open in relaxation, tongue lulled out and droplets of drool dribbling out at a gentle, slow pace.

The app transitions into a low rumbling bass noise playing from his earbuds. Blankly, the fox can’t help but focus on the deep pulsing melody, drowning out most of whatever slow, foggy thoughts are left in the back of his mind. As the melody pulses and plays, Kolt’s body comes into action once more, now lewdly acting upon his nakedness.

It doesn’t take long for Kolt’s cock to be half erect, and his paws eagerly get to work as the fox begins to masturbate. His paws pump up and down to the vague rhythm of the app’s pulsing, rumbling bass, and his dick gladly grows more and more erect as he continues to stroke up and down.

Dazedly, Kolt continues to touch and stroke, and occasionally a pulse of pleasure manages to pierce through the fog, making room for a rogue thought to actually form and stay. As he gently moans and strokes, the fox comes to the realization that he’s having an odd sense of déjà vu. This isn’t the first time that he’s heard this melody. [i]This isn’t the first time he’s been working at his cock like this.[/i]

Kolt arches upwards as his cock begins to tingle, ripples of pleasure shooting down his spine. He moans and pants, his paw speeding up, and at one next pulse of the melody, he feels himself go over the edge. A loud moan accompanies the spurt of cum shooting upwards and disappearing onto the sheets of his bed.

The fox’s paw comes to a halt as his thoughts are slowly reforming for a short period. “[i]This is the app’s doing… I gotta take off these earbuds…”[/i] he weakly thinks to himself. He moves his sticky paw up to his ear, searching for the cable, but before he can do so, his body has already taken back over at the command of the pulsing melody. His thoughts are overwhelmed by the bass once more, and before long, he’s back to stroking for another round.

Kolt’s cock is still somewhat tingly from overstimulation, but that doesn’t stop him – nor the app – from stroking his erection. He continues to blankly masturbate at the mercy of his programming, moaning and panting, his heartbeat rising again as he nears the peak of pleasure for the second time in a short while.

His paw continues to stroke up and down, and his free paw is desperately clawing the air and rubbing other parts of his body, desperately searching for ways to enhance the already mind-melting pleasure that he’s feeling. Eventually, another labored moan fills his room and drowns out the pulsing music from the app as he reaches a second orgasm.

[i]“Wh… what is happening…?” [/i]weakly pierces the veil of pleasure. The fox this time hardly gets the chance to regain his breath, with his paw already back at work. Kolt moans loudly, the tip of his cock still buzzing from the previous climax, but he isn’t allowed to rest. The app demands more. “[i]Why..? Why would it make me masturbate...?” [/i]Kolt thinks, more and more of his thoughts piercing through, before being pushed away again by the drive to continue to jerk off[i]. [/i]

His paws continue to glide up and down his sperm-covered cock, and at some point, Kolt gives up trying to combat the app’s will – unsure if there are any ulterior motives to its inner mechanisms. Regardless, any of the thoughts or wonder about the hows or whys are pushed aside by the powerful, unavoidable wall of pleasure as he lets go of his cock for the third and final orgasm.

Limply, Kolt falls backwards onto his sperm-soaked bed, taking the time to regain his breath. His thoughts are far away and vague, even if the orgasm had paved the way for a loose thought or two. Regardless, the app seems to be content with three climaxes, as the pulsing seems to pitch up in hertz ever so slightly. The melody remains ever present, but his body doesn’t respond with masturbating any longer – rather, Kolt finds himself getting up from his bed again and pulling at his bed sheets.

The fox deliberately replaces all of his sheets, even the cover, and before long, the blank and mindless fox has fully cleaned up all of the evidence of the app’s doing. The app itself has long faded from his memory, and as he tosses his old sheets into the washing machine, he gets dressed again. Once he’s back to his usual state of clothedness, the fox finds himself wandering back to the couch.

He unplugs the earbuds, the leftover pulsing – now merely a leftover residue of the merciless, continuous bass – echoing in his head as he puts them away. The fox throws himself on his couch, completely unaware of the events that just took place.

It’s one of those nights where time hardly seems to pass. Kolt is sitting on his couch at home, staring at his television. None of the movies strike him as interesting. None of the series seem fun, or worthy of a rewatch this particular night. The fox sighs loudly leaning backwards against the back of his couch, and to combat boredom, he reaches for his phone.

The fox unlocks it, scrolling through his messages. As he does so, he notices he’s left a half-typed message that he didn’t finish nor send. That’s weird. Must’ve fallen asleep halfway through writing it, there’s simply no other explanation.

