Fabrication
Commission for BalloonPup
This story contains sexual acts between synthetic quadruped canines, as well as general weirdness. You have been warned.
Nos, Patch, and Echo belong to Pop the Balloon Pup
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He heard... well... sounds... That was his first experience. Then he found that he could open his eyes, and saw for the first time. It was blurry at first, but it slowly gained focus. He could see two tall figures. The source of the light was behind them so he couldn't really tell what was going on. It stood to reason he wasn't just eyes and ears, and tried to feel the rest of himself. Distantly, a tail wagged. One of the large figures shouted out something. It might have been in triumph or fear. He slowly came to find four limbs, and worked them as more figures arrived and gave similar shouts and cries. By now he figured they must be of joy, or else the strange shadowed figures would be running away. After a few moments, movement instincts took over, and he found himself being able to stand up a lil unsteadily, but every moment taught him something on how to be. He was using all four limbs, and it seems his body was built for that stance, so he guessed he was a quadruped. Well, actually, he didn't think that word, but that was the image that came to mind.
It was at this point that one of the figures opened up... something. To the still slightly blurred eyes he held in what he presumed was a head, there was nothing, but as the shadow of the figure moved over him he could see a white line around where the figure had moved his limb. The figure leaned on the air outside the white line, which connected to itself after four turns, and he guessed there was something there he couldn't see. He gasped and backed away as the figure reached through the space delineated by the white line towards him. Before he knew it he was grabbed and hefted through that space.
As soon as he was out in the open he looked around, and could now see the smiling faces of each figure, and something popped into place in his mind. He took a deep breath, and then breathed out in the face of the figure holding him. The figure tries to pull him away, but he felt determined, blowing out into that face, his muzzle getting closer. The other figures started to shout, but now with fear and anger as they also tried to pull him away. The first figure released him, looking disoriented, and starting to giggle a little.
He hmmed, relaxing in the grasp of all the other figures, before he took a deep breath through his nose and blew again through his mouth, without stopping his inhale, his form turning into a pump to change the normal air into what it was he breathed out. And he was working quickly, because all the other figures started to grow disoriented, and some even giggly. He was eventually dropped, and was glad to find he bounced a bit. The first figure stumbled and fell to the ground. On unsteady legs he wandered over, and smiled softly at the biped.
This figure murmured something, like he was trying to say something. But all that came out was a single syllable, "Nos..." Before he passed out. He pondered this, and decided the figure must have been saying his name. He also figured that now that the other figures were collapsing, he was good with the breathing so much, so he stopped his incessant flow.
Nos nosed at the first figure, who he guessed was in charge, and licked him. He perked, and licked again and again, slowly closing his eyes as he did so. The flavor was just so nice and rich to Nos, who had never tasted before. After a moment he took the biped's face into his muzzle, suckling and licking at it so happily, closing his eyes fully while waggling that tail of his. Before he knew it, he had taken a gulp, and his form was stretching ever so easily. He wondered why, but guessed this was how he was supposed to eat, his tummy calling for the creator of such a wonderful flavor!
His first meal seemed to take forever, as each part of his insides that had never been used before learned on the spot how to grasp and draw food deeper down the throat. He worked more and more of the clothed figure in, finding the coat didn't taste as nice as the furred bits, but it was still a new taste, and he endeavored to experience more and more, feeling a chamber inside him start to fill with the figure he was nearly done with, his form stretching to accommodate.
When Nos finally swallowed down the last of the first figure, he felt very accomplished, but his gut was pressed against the ground below him. And his feet wouldn't reach the ground. He sighed, and pondered how he'd try the flavors of the other figures writhing on the floor, by now barely conscious. Then he came upon a realization. The first figure was his food, and food was supposed to become part of him, or so his instincts told him. He focused on making the now only twitching mass in his gut into part of him, and his belly started to gurgle loudly. The surface rounded out, all distinct bulges fading away before the whole gut shrank quite smoothly.
Nos moaned at the sensation, for as he took his meal as his own, all of his meals knowledge and memories flowed through him, and his limited knowledge of the world was expanded thousand-fold. He knew the name of his meal. He knew that he had just eaten the lead scientist for a project meant to deal with a massive threat to national security. He knew that that project involved synthesizing a rubber based life form to counter something called Echo. He knew that his form was in the shape of a chrome whippet. He also knew that pistachios were green, that Grover Cleveland was a boring President, the lyrics to 15 and a half Beatles songs, that broccoli was bitter if cooked improperly, and ten thousand other seemingly random useless points of data. What he was moaning about, though, was how the back of his mind, the more primitive side, was washed with memory of every orgasm his prey had ever had, and what it felt like, and Nos felt his synthetic whippet shaft throbbing between his hind legs, leaking preseed, or at least that's what he thought it was. He was having a hard time detangling his meal's actual experiences from the smut he had enjoyed.
He looked to the next figure, and his mind instantly ran through everything about it. Andrew Pantera, male leopard, late 30s, unmarried, considered a total loser but never told to his face, and having a rather nice ass, if he'd just take the chance to step out of the closet. All that was gone in a moment, like where it had come from, and he padded over with a clear outline of what needed to be done. He bit down on the seat of the leopard's pants and tore firmly, leaving his rump bare. The disoriented feline murmured something about feeling cold. Nos found himself chuckling, "This oughta warm ya up..." little knowing that his vocal pattern was that of his first meal. He mounted onto his next catch with a groan, sinking his slick, preing length into the rump and starting to hump blissfully.
It was all as good as the memories from his meal implied it would be, and more so, since he knew he would be gobbling this next one up as soon as he had blown his wad, whatever that meant. He thrust harder and harder, the leopard writhing weakly in what was either pleasure or pain, he wasn't too sure, and he didn't particularly care. He wanted to feel, to experience something himself. Secondhand memories were good to learn, but he got the feeling he'd be more complete if he felt it for himself.
Nos moaned out and hilted hard into his catch, shuddering as his first real orgasm shook his body, and his knot swelled up thick inside the leopard. He collapsed over the scientist, murmuring blissfully. He smelled the air, and knew that the feline had gotten off too, right into his ruined pants. After a moment he pushed up, and tried to pull away so he could start nomming, maybe begin at the feet this time, but his cock was stuck. He pouted and tugged again, eliciting a groan from the big cat.
He couldn't conceive of a way to solve this issue, as some tidbit from his former meal surfaced, about male canines locking in place against their conquests to ensure a successful mating. He was pretty sure that he couldn't impregnate anything, being made of synthetic materials, let alone with an anthro of a totally disparate species. Once he thought on that fact hard enough, he found his knot shrunk down quite willingly, and he tugged his shaft free.
The shiny whippet padded around down to his catch's feet, lapping at them a bit, pondering the coverings, shoes he think they were called, and how they differed from his first meal's style. After a few moments of this, he gaped open his maw, and nommed forward, taking the shoes and the feet within into his throat as he started on another experience of flavors and textures. There were many subtle variations, but the most pervasive difference came when he reached the disoriented leopard's hips, and he tasted the ejaculate he made come out of his meal. He savored this new flavor, happily lolling it over his tongue. He knew he'd have to make more of his meals cream themselves before gobbling them up.
Nos soon had lapped up all the seed he could find, and worked his way up the rest of the leopard, a little bland by comparison, but still ever so divine and unique to his palate. With a powerful gulp his next meal slid down into his gut, to make his shaft bend back from the size and shape of the bulge and once again keep his feet off the ground. He wagged softly, now loving this feeling, and savoring it until his meal completely stopped moving, before his gut processed the scientist. Another rush of information poured through him. Most of it was repeated information, since he was in the same field of study as the first, but it re-enforced certain things, filled in some holes from his previous set of information. And now he knew for certain it was absorbing people that made him so horny. He was already ready to go again. He just grinned at the three remaining scientists.
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Within the hour the only traces of what had passed were some slicks of latexy preseed on the linoleum floor, fusing with it as it dried, and a pair of feet sticking out of Nos' mouth. He happily slurped at them, starting to draw them in as he heard something new. He turned his head to see the door had been pushed open, and a small being padded through. The whippet's mind rushed through all the data he had acquired, and identified the being as a male Dalmatian pup. The sheen on his surface told Nos that he was another synthetic canine, and he gulped down the feet with a smile, "Hey!" He barked. By now his voice had altered once more, a sort of squeak, like those of certain cartoon characters one of the scientists had loved as a child.
The Dalmatian bounced about a foot into the air from the bark, then looked over and saw the bloated Whippet, and the form of his gut. He giggled and padded over with a grin, "Oooh... Did they make you here?"
Nos nodded, "Yup yup! I woke up about an hour ago, I think. Hard to tell when you absorb so much information. Scientists sure do keep a lot of it in themselves!" He giggled squeakily and focused on absorbing his last scientist. He moaned and shuddered as his belly shrunk up again, so much data flowing through. This last one was some sort of project leader dealing in surveillance with his target. So many images of a Silver city with Silver Inhabitants rushing through his mind, before he noticed a trend: that almost all of the photographs taken at tight focus were of a silver greyhound and a small black and white Dalmatian puppy, that stuck out like a sore thumb against the silverness. The data also gave him names. He opened his eyes, less than an instant later in real world time, and grinned. "You work for Echo, don't you, Patch?" His voice had changed, become deeper, more masculine, but also a lot less innocent.
The lil pup's eyes widened, "w-What? H-How do you know my name?" He backed away slowly, staring at the larger canine.
"Mmm.... My last meal knew it. That was enough... " Nos felt strange, powerful, and frankly predatory. He was on his destined path, and he knew the steps to take to fulfill his objectives. "Now tell me how to find the Silver City..."
"Echo was right! They were making a weapon against him here! You!" Patch whimpered aloud, his eyes flickering between Nos and the door.
Nos grinned, circling around to be between Patch and the door, "You can tell me, or I could pluck the information out of your mind... Which is it going to be little pup?"
The Dalmatian looked left, then right, then bounced forward, in a high arc, apparently trying to jump over Nos.
The chromatic whippet smirked, "Wrong choice." He easily reared back, gaping his maw wide. With a squeak, Patch sailed right in to his hips and Nos returned to all fours, murring happily as he suckled over the pup, savoring this new flavor. From the memories of his meals he figured the flavor was akin to cookies and cream ice cream, though he'd have to have the real thing to be certain. He perked as he found Patch's arousal poking at his tongue, and grinned, starting to slather and lick over it, murring deeper.
The pup writhed and whimpered with his head in the throat of the whippet, kicking his little legs ineffectually, but his struggles slowed down to a crawl as his member was licked over, moaning softly and growing harder, starting to leak a bit of pre onto the mischievous tongue. Then a hot breath of air hit him in the face, and his body went limp, all except between the legs. Patch murmured softly, confused.
Nos grinned as his special breath seemed to work just as well on synthetics, and continued licking, sitting back on his hind legs and idly rubbing his cock with a forepaw, as he gathered from the males of the group of scientists how to do, in order to masturbate. He murred loudly, and took his paw away, not ready to get off again quite yet, as Patch let loose his orgasm all over the inside of Nos' mouth. Savoring this new, unique flavor for a few moments, he soon tilted his head back and gulped two more times, sending Patch down to his belly. He hmmed. He had never had so small a meal, but he guessed it was worth it for the vital information the pup held. He focused, and instantly a flood of information rushed him. Hidden amongst it all was the location of his Target, but to get to it he had to wade through the chaotic thoughts of the puppy.
He moaned, falling onto his side and spasming a bit, his cock throbbing harder than it ever had. Nearly every thought he found turned him on a bit more than the last. "Y-You can do that? Ooohh..." He murmured to himself, his voice starting to modulate again. Soon all the innocence was back in his voice, as he murred, "Oh yes... I could be taken undertail... why didn't I think of that before..." He came across an interesting image, of Echo's cock devouring someone, that he had to try. And of someone getting pulled up Echo's rump. "Wow... I never knew all these things were possible. I bet I'll learn how from Echo..." He licked his lips happily. Soon he came across a hidden nugget of knowledge. A synthetic could remake their meal. And since Patch had did it himself, Nos now knew how too. He pondered, and thought aloud, "Oooh, Paaaatch... If you let me know how to go see Echo, I'll remake you..."
Almost instantly the detailed instructions came to the forefront of the chaos. He briefly pondered if the other minds he had absorbed still had wills of their own, but didn't really think about it. He just thought about how to remake, and also how yiffy all this stuff was making him feel. He gasped and squeaked, and started to spray white out his shaft in thick pumps, before the last two were black. He panted softly, and got to his feet, grinning down at the pool of materials, "Have fun pulling yourself back together Patch! I'm gonna go talk to Echo!" He slurped his lips with a grin, and ran out the door, his cock already hard again!
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Echo was sitting idly on his windowsill, wondering how Patch was faring on his mission to that lab where the fleshies were working on to destroy his reign. It would be another week before he'd have the strength to extend his borders to that lab, so he sent Patch, his faithful puppy, and the only one of his servants who could leave his domain without starting to collapse and melt. He pondered lifting that from others, but thought against it. They wanted more room to wander? He'd give them the world.
He suddenly bristled as he felt something tread on his border, that wasn't one of his shinies. He felt it moving through the city, in a practiced way, towards him. Echo pondered. Could it be Patch? But Patch wasn't that big or that fast. Echo melted into his windowsill and reformed out of the sidewalk in front of his building. In a few moments he saw the intruder. It was... a chrome whippet? It was like looking at a parody of himself running towards him, similar build, similar gleam, but everything was slightly off.
The intruder grinned and called out "ECHO!" when he spotted the silver hound. The whippet started running faster, zipping across streets and over blocks.
Echo suddenly felt something he hadn't in a long time. Dread. The pieces had fallen into place. That had to be the weapon that lab was creating. Otherwise he wouldn't be so similar, and so bent on getting to him. And he had doomed poor Patch to the abomination. That was why this new dog took Patch's routes through the city.
He pondered running, he pondered fighting back, he pondered making all of the city liquid to trap the newcomer. But while he was thinking, the whippet had arrived, and was breathing in his face. Echo groaned and felt woosy, suddenly losing control of his limbs and collapsing.
"Mmmmm... I guess that was designed to work on you, so that's good that it did! Worked on Patch pretty well too." In two statements, all of Echo's fears were confirmed, and he whimpered softly. He closed his eyes and awaited the maw to come down on him.
After a moment, nothing happened. He was about to open his eyes to check what was going on, before a thick canine cock thrust under his tail. He moaned out, and tried to scrabble away, but more of that dehabilitating gas blew across his muzzle as the other got on top of him fully, before starting to thrust, "Mmm... Patch taught me so many fun things... Don't worry, he'll be back soon. I let him pull himself together. He knows how he goes together better than anyone right? Except maybe for you. I'm Nos by the way. Mmmm.... Your ass is divine. Anyone tell you that before? I guess not. Have you been mounted before. I wouldn't know, since Patch didn't know, and I know all that Patch knows. Huh. Oh well."
Echo could do nothing but listen to the flood of words invading his ears, just as the invader did to his tailhole. He had to admit it felt pretty good though. His influence on his city was starting to change behaviors in the passers by, who were regularly meant not to notice Echo unless he was interacting with them directly, and live their daily lives. Everywhere he looked they were starting to molest each other, even start to mount one another, in plain view of everything. Normally he would have found this entertaining, but in this case it just showed how much he had lost his control.
Then, his woosy mind deciphered something and he murmured weakly, "Patch is alive...? You didn't eat him...?"
Nos perked and blew more gas on Echo before giggling, "Well, I did eat him, but I let him out again after he told me how to get here. Don't worry, he was very loyal to you for a while." He humped harder, and Echo could feel a knot slamming at his rump, begging to get in.
Echo whiiined softly, twitching a little, as now everyone he could see was having sex where they were with no shame. He finally resigned to his defeat. If he couldn't protect himself from this new breed of shiny, then what was he doing running a city. He moaned out, and he and the entire city had an orgasm at once.
Nos grinned down at his target objective as Patch came running up, panting. "When you have simultaneous orgasms, you don't mess around, do you?"
Patch panted softly, "Echo! You okay?" He called out, seeing Echo in such a compromising position.
Nos winked to Patch, "He's better than okay, he's amazing..." Before he thrust deep into the silver hound below him and came hard, with a shuddering moan. "Ooohh..." He felt his knot swell into place to hold Echo onto his cock, "Good doggie."
Patch whimpered, "W-What are ya gonna do to him?"
Nos seemed about to answer, before he saw the most curious thing. It was shiney, it had wheels, and it was moving by itself. Before he could delve into his gathered knowledge a puppylike voice called in his head "CAR!"
Nos barked aloud, "CAR!" And he started to run after the vehicle, oblivious to the fact that his knot was still tied into Echo, who was being dragged under Nos.
Patch watched, slack-jawed at the sight, Echo partially submerged as something in his subconscious made the road unable to harm him as he was dragged along. The puppy, blinked a couple times, before shrugging and padding into the house he and Echo share.
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