dave fucks a toaster dressed like rose

"Oh, yeah, there we go."

If he wasn't the stoic he was, Dave would have sighed. It took a good three minutes to fit his dick into the toaster, without hurting himself on the electrical innards, and he was content that he had found a sweetspot in the electrical appliance.

Dave was standing in a slightly-dimmed room, far from the communal areas of the labs. Pants at his ankles, underwear pulled down, he was enthusiastically thrusting in and out of the toaster. Sweat coated his brow as he felt himself coming closer and closer to climax.

Looking down, he couldn't help but smile at his handiwork. The small, dark-grey toaster had been given a complete facelift; smudged red lipstick formed a "mouth" on it's front, a shitty blonde wig covered the back end with a matching headband, and a dainty pink ribbon held the entire utensil within a black towel. If he squinted, it almost looked like Rose, which was more than good enough.

A moan escaped his lips, as his thrusting began to speed up. His mind's eye conjured an image of the snarky broad in a submissive position, legs spread, wide eyes looking towards him with sultriness right out of a porno magazine. Sure, her skin was almost black, and tendrils of dark energy emanated from her body, but what were you going to do about it?

His fantasy continued as Rose arched her back, pushing her tender womanhood towards him. Gripping her plush thighs, fantasy-Dave entered the seer without a second thought. She didn't moan, or keen, she simply took it all in - ah fuck, he scraped his cock against a pointy bit in the toaster - and scrunched her face up in ectasy. He wasn't even doing it for himself; if anything, he was getting off more on defiance from the social norms and Karkat's shipping chart.

Taking in a sharp breath of air, Dave squeezed his eyes shut and came within the poor toaster. Delicious Strider juices flowed freely into the appliance, filling the slots and squirting out the seams in the end. Upon realizing that he had actually managed to overflow the small metal box, Dave instantly found himself hard again, and blasted the toaster with a second orgasm. By this point, the little clothes and wig had been compeltely soaked, and a small pool formed at his feet, building from the semen dripping from every single crevice of the toaster.

Dave didn't even bother cleaning up. He removed his dick, pulled up his pants, and left to get some lunch. On the way, he entered Rose's room, and left the jizz-dripping toaster on her bedstand along with a hastily-scribbled, mocking note. Walking out, he nearly bumped into the girl herself, and when she gave him an oblivious but unamused glance, he simply whistled and strode off.

Serves her right, after the cereal incident last week.