[Giftstory!] One Thousand Mnhfs
This is to my good friend Operator! I started this piece... honestly, years ago and my ability to write fell through the floor, hit the rock and kept going. It's been a rough time for me in terms of creativity and I was pretty sure I wasn't going to end up being able to write anything ever again. But today, I have finished it, and can now present this devious little piece for them! I really hope you enjoy this, Op!
Go peep their art here!
Another day, another stream, another canvas filled with practice artwork. A quiet, mostly intense, royalty free orchestral soundtrack in the background. One of these days, Operator was going to have to find an ingenious name for her stream that she could just set and forget. Yesterday was Toys in the Making. Today was Dungeon Backgrounds and You.
'Do you know the saying that reality imitates art?' It was the first chat message in a while, not that long delays were a bad thing. It things were quiet she didn't have to pay much focus to it, and it sometimes knocked the rhythm to tab across and type down a response.
'You mean art imitates reality?'
'It's Life Imitating Art, but they're right. Also, how the heck did you get the username AnonymousToy? That wasn't taken???' Most of the time she didn't have to respond, whoever broke the silence would encourage all the others to do the same and reply in turn, sustaining itself for a time, the cycle repeating for the streams duration. Being a bit upfront there with the name, aren't you though, she pondered silently. At least they haven't asked me for RP. Yet, anyway. There was still plenty of time.
An anonymous user had another quote to share. 'You won't ever understand any of them.' And then right afterwards, from this 'Toy user, 'But a picture is worth a thousand words.' Too quickly, Operator thought with a brief pause in one of the many dildo shapes she was putting in the cupboard against the back wall. So they and that one knew each other and planned to make a ha ha we're so in sync set up. No, wait. She'd read them out of order, the last message first. That made, less sense? Did they muck it up?
'People drawing bondage pron gets you all philosophical does it?' Smiley face.
'What, you never pawed one out to an Aristoltelian porno? At least the scripts are only platonic.' Grinning smiley face. Please, stop with the puns, she begged. How did people even come up with this stuff without thinking about it? What kind of person had crap like that just stowed waiting for the right moment?
'You can draw whatever you like Operator, but afterwards the characters you created get to have their turn drawing you.'
...What? A variety of cat faces and shifty eye emoticons flashed up one after another through the chat, lifting up her fixated eyes on that single message. Why was she so focused on it? Operator just could not figure it out, and she absolutely could not focus on drawing while there was such a blatantly answerable question in front of her going without it's totally obvious answer. Gently clack when the tablet pen into its holder, if she dropped it again spinning it in thought it might actually break good and proper this time. That message got scrolled, hey, no you're not allowed to do that, come back here--
When did she add yesterday's file as another layer? She'd barely begun to reach for the mouse when she stopped dead. She didn't often stream two days in a row but she'd been on such a roll from yesterday the muse was well and truly aflare. She never guessed how much [b]fun[/b] it was to create and draw a pair of characters from scratch and gradually predicate them in ropes and toys and brainwashing gear and eventually sleek, shiny catsuits she'd been so proud of the shading for. Looking upon the two identical forms now, it was no wonder she'd been so encouraged to draw a scene for them to fit in! Even Operator was amazed at how the featureless faces with open, dribbling O toyhole mouths ended up being exactly the same even though she'd begun with two completely different species! Oh, yes, she really was right to draw them a full scene to be in, they looked just perfect standing there ready for use.
...Except for the small fact that she hadn't put them there. At least, not intentionally. That was why she moved to a canvas program that loaded individual files in seperate instances, losing four or five hours of work would prompt anyone to grind through learning a new user interface. Right. So she'd probably added it by accident and a bunch of other things. Okay. Just safer to load the last autosave. The fancy mouse and pad made that a simple joy. Are you sure you wish to close Dungeon.sai2 without saving, and lose all changes? Yes. Yes she did.
Unable to close the session, it said. The fun is just getting started, it said. I beg your pardon, computer? What kind of error is thh[b]nnmmmmnnrf![/b] mnrrrrfhhfn! Poor purple scaled Operator only knew that a fat ballgag had stuffed and wedged itself firmly behind her teeth because there was her head in between the two toys as if she'd drawn it there herself! No build up, no warm up, the heavy rubber tasted like the biege of her canvas and had her jaws straining around it. Despite being able to see the leather straps surrounding her snout and over-around her horns and the back of her head the feeling didn't really occur until she touched her fingers to them, feeling the texture growing into place even as she explored it. Then she went for the buckles.
And watched the mouse cursor snap back and scribble padlocks on all three with lightning reflexes. [b]Clack! Click! Clack![/b] Though, as quickly as the cursed cursor had demonstrated it could move without actually first selecting a tool to use first, it took its sweet time gliding towards the eraser and returning along the same route. She didn't even have time to wonder if it was going to make a threat of the act before three teeny, tiny scrubs along the bottom of each lock forced her eyes to blink with the added weight. The keyholes were gone! And in place of the missing cores was now solid hardened steel. Now no matter how hard her fingers tugged at the leather straps she would never be able to get it off without the assistance of tools, probably powered ones! Mnhhf! All she accomplished was making the locks thud back and forth against the back of her head, to compress her scales with the weighty leather straps.
By the time Operator realised she should go for the mouse and put a stop to the program getting up to anything worse it was too late. Watching the cursor move all on its own was a little surreal all unto its own but not as much as it was to watch a beige shape slowly form into existance around her fingertips then up to her knuckles. Try as she much, nothing seemed able to stop the forming-out-of-nothing material from pressing all her fingers down towards her palms, balling her hands into fists which ended up encased in a weighty, leather? No, the shine being scribbled into place on the mittens made it clear they were latex, even if she could no longer touch them to confirm that herself! But on the screen it was just floating mittens, how did that wor-- The importance of the mittens being next to each other and pointed downwards became quite clear when the cursor swished up and down in drawing [b]her[/b] arms, specifically her arms behind her back and strictly restrained against one another. Nnmmm-- mmnfffff! Watching it happen in real time distracted her from realising it was [b]actually[/b] happening to her in the real world. It was like she wasn't even struggling. She'd managed the exact same result not fighting the artwork as she had attempting it.
Did no one realise that something was strange about the way she was drawing right now? But she'd gone to all that effort yesterday to draw the underlying characters and steadily encase them as a means of practice so they probably just thought she was doing it again to entertain them! Mnmnhf lmmnnrf cnnmmmf! gggmmnf! She could muffle and bite her gag all she wanted however and it didn't help get her mittened hands out from the small of her back, it didn't help the alarmingly and suddenly very tight elbow clinching rope that had just been added which forced her shoulders and back to arch into the seat's backrest; for which she was suddenly very grateful she had a good proper comfortable chair.
And then all of a sudden she was naked. To have the air conditioner's cool breeze fan across bare naked scales without warning was a considerable shock. She hadn't even blinked or not been paying attention, she'd been staring down at the chair thinking about how lucky she wasn't on an old wooden kitchen chair only to suddenly be naked without even seeing them fade away! They'd, they'd just been erased? Like she'd deleted the layer they'd been on. The cool air [i]of course[/i] had her nipples standing out on end and [i]of course[/i] the possessed computer program took that as a sign of her enjoyable consent and the snick snick of spring loaded, chained together nipple clamps latching onto them had her gasping and biting back a sharp and short moan. Hfffffnn, quit it--!
The chat box had been long forgotten about, but this time a Ping caught her attention, one of the two mystery messengers mentioning her At handle specifically. But we've only just begun to play! The cursor on screen blinked and flew all over the screen until it caught her eye, and then drew to the two toyskies she'd drawn the day previous. Their faceless expressions suddenly grew a lot more intent and predatory with only one or two swipes of the digital pen, and it suddenly made sense as to what was happening. Not sense in that she knew [b]how[/b], but -why.- Somehow the two toys had come alive, possessed her commmnnnnnhhhhhhhfffffff--! Was the sudden explosion of sexual sensation a reward or a punishment for figuring that little snippet out? A selection polygon was drawn around one of the dildos in the background.
And stuffed into her pussy. At once she regretted how deviant she'd been feeling when drawing the well oversized toys on that shelf, the raw sensation of draconic ribs and nubs were matched only by the knot stuffed in her taut little vent keeping it all trapped in and housing the powerful vibrator which grew a whole lot louder when a comical little bzzzzzz notation was scribbled right between her opening thighs, opening because they were drawing her legs spread apart. No sooner than her legs were spread as wide as the arm rests would allow them to were her feet sheathed in thick mittens, toes curled down upon themselves where her claws would be useless and-- they changed their mind, the padded mittens were altered at the last moment, forming solid hooves at the bottom, hoof mittens! But she only got one or two clops on the carpet protector before she couldn't even manage that as her legs were drawn in bent backwards until the back of her new hooves were bound touching the underside of the chair. It didn't matter that she had been able to lean forward before, now the posture left her shoulders pressed against the back of the chair and huffing noises out of her big jaw filling gag.
Mnnnh hnmmm nnnnmmmmffff mnnnngh nnnnghhh [i]nnnnnmmmmmnngggh![/i] She thought had been a struggle to endure the sudden penetration of one dragon shaped sex toy, but the two toyskies on canvas went out their way to prove a point. A copy-pasted duplicate of the first toy appeared on screen and after a few right clicks to get it on the right level, the evil cursor positioned it 'neath her freshly drawn tail and began to ease it up into her rump. [i]Oh[/i] it was thick. No wonder they were doing it like this. They weren't doing it to make her cheeks flush bright colours of humiliation and embarrassment, she clung to the thought, they were doing it so she didn't shatter like a china plate. That was, mnmnnhgh, why it felt, hnmmmmmmfffgh, so good. She knew she was biting down around the big rubber ball in her mouth and clenching her eyes, tensing every muscle in her body to endure the sensation, huffing and panting the whole way, emitting whimpered little grunts as she suffered what she'd made so many artworks in the past go through. By the time the knot popped into her absolutely stretched and aching butt, her spread inner thighs were a slick and hot wet mess, as was the fabric of her chair.
The question of why this felt so impossibly, humiliatingly hot was answered by the discarded jar of lubricant inbetween her legs on the canvas, which had just been brought into existence. Toy Breaker Brand Lube, scrawled on the side haphazardly like most environmental storytelling. [b]Knowing[/b] what it was only made its effects considerably stronger. The psychological effect turned what was an embarrassing flutter of arousal into a full blown need to orgasm with every anxiety filled beat of her heart only serving to fan the flames powering her quivering, spasming muscles around the twin girths plunged deep between her legs. It was impossible to stop her eyes rolling. Now she was squirming, powerless to stop her own hips from rolling gently on the big stuffing plugs, which rocked the chair back and forth, which made the chain to her clamps sway, which made her bite the gag which made her shudder and repeat the cycle all over. Metal shackles rattled, padlocks thudded against the back of her head. Wrists strained outwards but she couldn't do more than twist her upper body side to side and thud her thick, useless mittens against the chair's arm rests. She tried leaning forward but it was an impossible strain with her legs pinned underneath her buttocks and the relentless vibrations that grew only worse once she shifted her upper body with just her hips and shoulders, the chair jostling as she slumped back down.
A collar latched around her neck but that seemed like an afterthought more than anything else, a taunting formality just to demonstrate how little control Operator had over anything at the moment. There were more than a dozen people watching her stream and chatting away merrily between themselves and occasionally complimenting her on her unique and amazing art style and not a single one of them even had a fleeting thought that she was in -trouble- and she wasn't drawing right at this moment! Her hands were mittened and bound and even if she could somehow overcome the mind numbing vibrations and big penetrating toys that transmitted them to use her nose to type, what would she say? Help my artwork is kidnapping me? How many characters would she even manage before they yanked that ability away from her as easily as the rest of her freedom. And she could not even look away from the screen. How could she? The ability to see was a powerful thing, to see what was occuring to her as it happened was something that her mind simply would not give up no matter how much she wanted to try literally anything else.
So she watched as the cursor fluttered back and forth for a moment, confused by the vast and ultimately limitless options available to it. Mnnnnh, nhmmmmmrf nmmmfffffhh. She couldn't stop gasping moans of quivering pleasure as the twin dragon dildos worked their insidious magic on her drugged up nerves and inners. They felt so impossibly good and got only better the more time went along. Her hips were rolling any time she wasn't consciously forcing herself to stop, the subconscious desires only aiding in the mean effort by the twin artwork characters. Operator squirmed and struggled with the drugged up lust the whole while watching the cursor now erase tool doing a wriggling motion in the middle of her ballgag. The weight was changing, the ball wasn't as heavy, but now it also wasn't as squidgy. It became quite hard, absolutely solid and unyielding, and [b]wider[/b].
It had become a ring gag. Drool that had only been able to escape around the edges of her lips and the gag now found itself able to freely leak and escape down her chest and to the chair, and even the floor below. Her cheeks were already flushed bright and the feeling of demeaning humiliation only grew that much stronger when she realised that a blush had been painted onto her cheeks, along with a helping of shiny drool over her chest and breasts just to rub the message in all the more. They could do more than stuff her full with toys and tie her up tight, they could change her [b]directly![/b] They didn't need drugs or special lubricant, or even a gag. Mnnhfffffff! They could erase her mouth or make her gr[i]gglllllrrrrcck! shhhrlp shhhrrrlorph.[/i]
Make her take a toysky's dribbling rubber dildocock straight to the root. She didn't need the fact her gag reflex was obliterated inside the very first thrust to know that its endless spurts and dribbles of rubber goop were filled to the brim with chemical additives and other drugs, or even the fact that it felt like her mouth had been turned into another [u]cunt[/u]. The last thing she saw before her head was turned up towards the ceiling by a phantom mitten was that mittened toy paw slathered in goo on the canvas, the same goo that had been rubbed all over its cock and the same goo that was now over every surface of her maw and tongue and throat. It's squishy rubber knot could pop in and out of the metal ring without so much as a hitch and with her head turned upright the invisible toy could thrust cleanly all the way to the root without a bend in its mallable rubber dick. [i]Shhhrclp slllrckp ghlllrck hhrrclp[/i] With all her squirming and struggling and failed, useless attempts at arching she could do nothing at all to stop the pace at which the horny creature; the horny creature she herself had created from jackhammering away down her increasingly rubber throat.
That part she only knew from the scribbled words written on the dungeon's now open door. 'Warning: Toysky lubricant and precum is addictive!' It made a lot more sense now why she wasn't gagging as much any more, how her eyes were even able to stay open enough to read that and actually understand it, or why she was haplessly and thoughtlessly grinding her double stuffed rear down upon the bondage chair she sat. Expressions were changing on the critter wetly slamming its knotty dildocock down her slickened gullet and the worst part of it was that she knew what was coming if she couldn't shut down the drawing program in the next few minutes, it was what she always drew afterall! Total transformation, a fate as a horny toysky forever! Of course that was when she came. White flashes in her vision accompanied the loss of her dragonhood and personhood while somewhen at the same time she was semi-distinctly aware of the sloshing feeling of rich, powerful, corruptive jets of rubber toycum being shot down her throat.
A rubber snout, not a scaly snout hovered in the bottom of her vision when the immense aftershocks had finally come to an end, when she realised she was no longer in her own room but in the dungeon of the picture itself, now fully coloured while she'd been mouthknotted and pumped full of lusting, irreversible corruption. The rules of the world no longer applied here, as she were no longer in the same word. Now she was on the canvas rather than just observing the changes happening there as they occured in real time. Before she even had the chance to gather her senses, the world seemed to blink and froze in place and her along with it. The chatbox had a simple message from her account.
'See you all tomorrow!' It, and the hello followers message she always introduced herself with became how reality was for her. When the two devious, domineering horny rubber toys shut the stream off to preserve the act, there wasn't anything happening. Time skipped ahead to the next activation, the next predicament they had for their creator. Operator's rubberised purple form was the perfect encapsulation of the toysky form she herself had designed, her only form now. The orange one and the red one delighted in pushing it to the limits, and beyond. After all, this was her art, and she'd never let herself be stopped by any thoughts of 'that couldn't possibly fit'. For six whole hours at a time, new drawing after drawing after drawing established her situation, her predicament, her peril. Drowning in virile musk from worshipping a quadrupedal dragon's cock, her unwillingness countered by their ability to just quickly sketch on an immense, embarrassed blush on her cheeks to leave her dripping and horny while worshipping turned into deep throating as her rubber O toyhole mouth stretched around him like the perfect sleeve, with only the knot left outside, not for lack of trying. All while they drew her curled tail up and knees spread to show off her drippy, lube drooling, open toyholes to the stream as the centrepiece.
They'd traded one of the toyholes out for a great big inconvient dildocock like theirs, only this one didn't cum. In a chained line of toyskies she was marched, fat useless pawbs chained behind her back while her fat tits equally as inconvenient as her cock wobbled and jostled and throbbed with every step on this endless march with a batch full of product being taken from the factory to the store for sale. Every step brought with it maddening arousal that was unquenchable even if she'd had her hands free to squish the dildocock between them for the entire duration of the daily art stream. It wasn't like there was actually a storefront, either! The canvas simply didn't have room for that sort of landscape detail. She was forever marching on towards an unreachable objective, a horny, perverted display of drippy, needing lust increasingly humiliated by how little control over her own body's lusts she really had.
And all her admirers and followers had no idea they were really pawing off to something that had become absolutely real.