Fear Inside Out Lewd (Futa Joy edit)

>Joy swiveled idly back and forth in her chair, eyes half-hooded by tired lids. Dream duty again. It was so boring now compared to the excitement in the daytime. Ever since she had "accidentally" pushed that weird "puberty" button, all of the emotions were waiting for something new to happen. It had been a week, but... nothing. Nothing noticeable, at least. A worry kept nagging at Joy that something was malfunctioning-- or not functioning at all. But now, she wasn't really thinking about that. She was letting her mind wander, thinking about the day, staring absently at the screen in front of her. She leaned against the control board with one elbow.

>It was a while before she even noticed, she was so out of focus. She became aware of a growing warm sensation in her middle, and that her hand was groping at it under her strangely rising dress. She looked down with a little gasp, pulling her attention back from her musings of all the happy things that might have happened that day to the darkened little room she sat in. "Ah... H-hello there..." She whispered to herself, hesitantly lifting her dress. She swallowed, carefully revealing her stiff, modest member. When it rose up out of from under her dress, she jumped at it a little. "That's new." She went to touch it again, warily, worried about her safety. She inhaled sharply, finding touching was very pleasurable. It twitched, begging for attention. "Mmn," She moaned, wrapping a hand around her throbbing shaft, enveloping herself greedily in this wonderful new sensation. She leaned back with a light creak of protest from her chair, biting her knuckles and glancing backwards furtively.

>Joy could feel her cheeks glowing hot, and her breathing got faster as she toyed with herself. She had this awful feeling she was doing something naughty. Maybe something her comrades didn't know about yet. It was like a horrible double-edged sword, though. The more pleasure she seemed to have, the more paranoid she got that she'd look back and one of her fellow emotions would be staring at her, wide-eyed in shock. She grinned wryly at the thought of it, teeth clenching snugly around her finger. She pumped the shaft harder, the tip drooling with precum. She sighed at the sensation, unable to keep herself from moaning.

>The sounds in the dream sequence played in front of her started to mess with her. With every subtle noise Riley made in her fantasy, Joy swore it was someone approaching behind her. She trembled with excitement and anticipation, bringing both her hands down to work on her cock feverishly. "Ah--Ahh!" She exclaimed, stroking herself harder, faster, driving her desperate member closer and closer to climax. Her hands started getting tighter around her length, pushing herself over the edge with a drawn-out moan thick with lust and satisfaction. Her back arched as her core spasmed, shooting out strings of sticky, white cum all over the control board.

>Joy relaxed, hands dropping down to her sides as she gasped for air. She sat there in ecstasy, looking forward to the next time she'd have dream duty. Joy then scooped up some the sticky white cum from the control panel into her mouth with the sides of her fingers. "Mmm. Tastes... citrusy." She then heard footsteps echoing in the room from behind. She scrambled up to hide her mess.