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Ten days have passed since Patrick started working in the stockrooms of the store and three days since he started to work on the store floor helping to keep the store clean, stocking shelves, and guiding customers in their non-sexual needs, such as finding an item they are looking for. slowly being press and molded into a better toy. The rubber suit that so tightly enveloped his form shifted from a sensation of being a well-designed suit that fit him like a glove, to like a second skin, but now after ten days of molding, each day pressing him into a more luscious rena-dragon shape, the suit itself felt like it wasn’t there. That the touch of the ground under his draconic-rena paw pads felt as real as walking barefoot. The ambient air when he moved felt so real, and alive.

“Toy is a good toy.”

“Toy obeys its Maker.”

“Good toys obey.”

“Toy is an object.”

“Toy is a thing.”

“Toy is a fuck toy.”

“There is no me.”

“There is no myself.”

“There is no I.”

The programing echoed within Patrick’s mind. It was all second nature to him. Soft, soothing, demanding, rubbing up against his submissive sleepless mind as the tight mold that envelopes him embraces him so tightly. Unable to move, unable to see anything but blurs, nothing to hear but that soothing programming, he couldn’t help but think along with it. He was so shiny, so rubbery, looking like the lovely pink luscious busty rena-dragon that he always dreamt of being, what was wrong with that?

His breasts felt fuller, heavier, with a lovely heft and delight, nipples perked, pressing up against the mold, the dildo shoved deep into his maw feeding him slow flowing rubber that felt so delicious as it flowed through his body. His rena cock with a draconic flare ached, the wanting to cum burning so badly within his loins but “A good toy doesn’t pleasure itself,” and Patrick is a good toy afterall…

Two more phallic devices attached to rubber pumping tubes are shoved deep within his body. His rump squeezes down on one, massaging his prostate his body milking the object in him, squeezing it as the warm rubber floods his innards. The other is three quarters lodged into his forming female sex. Slowly over the past ten days his form was steadily more and more transformed hermaphrodite. The pink rubber sex filled so full, the device pushing in deeper each day, forming the sex, drawing it closer to completion. The first few days for him this process felt more like a pressure behind his ball sac, but now he could feel the sex. It teased him, pleased him, made him want it in more, the female sex reacting to his command as his mind wraps around the new appendage within his form. It would make him moan out if it wasn’t for the complete lack of air and the dildo tightly shoved into his maw.

Left in the molding he saw a random han purple blur with the familiar black and cyan blur, it was rather common now, as he’d recognize it as another toy that Maker was processing. Each time he saw Maker his body tensed eagerly with the possibility of continuing his duties as a good toy. His body wanted it, craved it, his mind lustful, wanting, needing, but it was now complete. He was not complete, and when that so lovely blur returned for him, the flow of rubber stopping to a trickle. His body squeezes the dildos a bit more, feeling the rubber within his body ending, steadily being absorbed or drained from his body as a soft hiss reaches Patrick’s ears.

The front of the pod jerks and pulls at Patrick’s breasts. He feels just how sensitive his body has become as cool air rushes into the mold. His breasts are pulled slightly away from his body, reminding him of just how real they feel. His tongue slips out of his mouth trying to lick at the dildo that is pulled out by K-2003. The toy then pulls out the dildo from the forming sex, followed by the rump, an empty sensation over comes him, his body tensing and relaxing with the desire to be filled once more.

Once the last of the dildos were unlocked the mold opens up completely revealing Patrick’s sleek shiny rubber body. He looks at K-2003 who looks back at him with a friendly smile and softly glowing cyan eyes, “Morning toy, did you rest well?” K-2003 asks as it stands before him.

Patrick tenses, more of his body loosens from the mold, “G-good Maker. This one feels ready to continue to work today,” he replies. The words flowing out of his mouth as smooth as a baby’s bottom. He is a good toy after all isn’t he… it?

K-2003 runs its claws along Patrick’s smooth rubber body, it creaks against the touch, the toy’s warm touch against his rubber skin feels delightful when compared to the cold air that surrounds them, “Such a good toy. So eager to work. Let this one see how you are coming along before we begin,” K-2003 says softly as its claws move up and squeeze Patrick’s rubber mounds. The toy’s hands grasp them firmly as its own breasts press down against them. Pink rena-dragon nipple touches cyan sergal toy nipple. K-2003’s fingers squeeze down pinching the pink nipple squeezing them forward between its fingers to push the rena-dragon-toy’s nipples into its own.

The toy continues to fondle and massage the breasts, leaning in further as K-2003 licks across Patrick’s neck, causing him to let out a shuddered moan. K-2003 leans in more, as Patrick feels his rubber cock twitching and dribbling pre-cum along K-2003’s belly. Patrick feels Maker’s warm body against his sensitive flesh. He watches as K-2003 breaks the nibbles as it looks at him then eyes down at the cock, “Yes that one can see that is coming along nicely, but won’t be needed today,” K-2003 mutters as it breaks the grasp around Patrick’s breasts, now simply squeezed and pressed down onto his own breasts.

Patrick shivers in the mold, feeling the the shift in pressure around his breasts, the soft tracing of the sergal’s claws along his belly, moving down, gently caressing his throbbing shaft, causing a small spurt of needy pre-cum to dribble from the tip as K-2003’s fingers run across the sides, the palm of the toy’s rubber hand breaks the contact between his cock tip and the toy’s belly, as it then cusps the cock in the palm as the sergal toy gently pushes down onto the cock.

Patrick feels a pressure building within his loins, his heavy full rubber nut sack aching, and growing all the needier as he feels his Maker… its Maker push down on its cock and with the commanding touch, the rena-drake toy’s cock slowly retreats into his body. Each receding inch causes its aching throbbing need between legs to grow even more noticeable within the toy’s mind and like a click pen, its Maker pushe locks its cock into its sheath, stopping all needy rubbery leaks in one fell swoop.

K-2003 pulls its hand up revealing the sleek shiny palm caused by the toy’s own need, K-2003 looks at it then at Patrick. Patrick shivers as K-2003 leans in and holds the palm up to it and with one forceful command that sent shivers through its body, Patrick heard, “Lick.”

Patrick hears its Maker’s words flow through it. Compelling it to do as it says, “Good toys do as they are told. Good toys obey their Makers,” Patrick thinks in line with the voice in the back of its head as it says, “Yes Maker.” Patrick’s long sleek dragon-like tongue slips out of its mouth and licks across the palm, tasting the sweet flavor of its own juices on the warm commanding hand. Squeak, squeak, squeak, slurp, Patrick cleans the hand of every last drop of its own juices before K-2003 moves its hand and rubs it along Patrick’s chin, “Good toy. Now let’s see how the other part of you is coming along.”

K-2003 kneels before Patrick who looks down at its Maker, curious as it feels its sack gently fondled with one hand, while fingers slip into its forming female sex with the other. K-2003’s finger’s spread the tight slit opening rather wide as the fingers slide in till they can’t go in any deeper, at least two knuckles deep, “Everything feels in order, this is good,” K-2003 comments as Patrick simple moans out in delightful need. The toy stands up again and offers the dripping fingers to Patrick and without a word the becoming toy suckles them eagerly, hungrily.

K-2003 smiles rather happily, “Good toy, very good toy.”

The words ripple through Patrick’s body, causing it to moan out, “Thank you Maker,” it says as K-2003 still grasping Patrick’s rubbery tight sack gives them a little squeeze and a tug, pulling it out of the mold completely.

“You are most welcome, this one is pleased when its material is being molded so well into the fine toy it is meant to be,” K-2003 explains as it guides the toy off the platform, its claws releasing the sack and going up to the collar to give it a gentle tug, “More of the same work today. You won’t need any supervisor. Still off limits, helping customers with traditional service needs, not toy testing needs. Understand?”

Patrick nods as it walks forward with a soft squeak, hips swaying sensually behind it, mimicking K-2003’s own walk like a child trying to copy its parent, “Yes Maker. This one does.”

K-2003 smiles, “That’s good toy,” it compliments as they walk onto the store floor. The store still closed, but the energy that is in the air, the two knew it was going to open soon, “Start as a door greeter for the first two hours then this one will have a toy to replace your spot, and you will work doing some other floor work.”

Patrick nods staring at its Maker, watching its sensually swaying rump, in an almost hypnotic-like gaze, “Yes Maker.” The toy continues to follow as its guided to one of the front of the middle door. Other toys lined up, ready to greet as there were a few customers already waiting outside. The two massive guards standing at the sides keep anyone from really approaching the doors till the signs flicker from closed to open. By then K-2003 who gave Patrick’s rump a little slap says to it.

“Make this one proud,” as it fades deeper into the store.

Patrick moans, “Yes Maker!” a few moments later the doors open, and the first customers enter the store as Patrick gleefully says, “Hello! Welcome to Toys-4-U Mega Store! How may this one be of assistance?” it asks as it gives a sensual squeaky bow as customers walk by. The toy repeating the phrase over and over with the same enthusiasm, giving minor help to those that ask as the day begins.

Customers come, customers go, a few look at this new prototype model with interest, and when any suggest to use the toy it simply politely responds, “This one apologies, but this one is not open for testing. If you require a toy for testing this one can suggest several toys that are currently available.”

After two hours later two other toys, a shark and a sergal approach, “It's our time here now,” says the black and blue rubber sergal toy as Patrick nods.

“This one understands,” as it heads off to follow its next command as it glances behind it for just a moment as the shark and sergal toy couple take position beside each other moving in perfect unison, two well-made toys eager to greet customers.

As Patrick gets into the swing of things, well versed and trained in its current duties a purple scaled winged dragon with white stripes tracing along her sides. Her wings, majestic but are more for show than actual use. Dressed in casual wear she steps out of the woods her cell phone held up in the air as she continues to growl, “Come on, come on! Damn still no reception,” she looks up to see the store. Her eyes light up as she sees the store, “Civilization, hopefully they have a phone!”

The dragon rushes forward to the front of the store her bright eager eyes shifting to one of surprise, confusion, a blush hidden by the color of her scales hitting her face as she comes to the realization just what she’s seeing. She covers her mouth as she looks around catching the large rhino guard eyes her as she approaches.

“Excuse me… I need your help. Do you have a phone? Something to call the police? You see--”

The rhino lets out a huff, “Inside there is a phone. Talk to those inside. They will help you with your need. I just guard this place from theft,” he replies as he motions with his head inside.

The dragon nods, “Okay,” she replies as she enters the store as she hears the rubber shark toy and sergal say out in unison.

“Hello! Welcome to Toys-4-U Mega Store! How may this one be of assistance?”

She takes a half step back, “No... no, I’m good, just going to… look for someone to help,” she trails off as she stumbles farther into the store. “Hello? Anyone that’s not shiny can help? Hello?” she calls out her voice echoing down the aisles as some random customers look up at her, which causes her to recoil a bit, her gaze adverts from the revealing people and toys around her.

Patrick currently stocking a bunch of dildos suddenly hears the voice of the woman. The voice it instantly recognizes, “Angel?” it thinks as Patrick’s tail twitches. The toy stopping what its doing and starts heading to the familiar voice.

“All there is are toys here… who am I to talk to for help?” Angel mutters to herself as she brings a claw up to her mouth as she chews on it nervously as she looks around.

Patrick sees Angel and stops for a moment, “What is she doing here? This one should go over and help. She’s a customer and needs assistance,” it thinks as it approaches and with a smile and a rubber creaking bow it says, “Hello Angel. How may this one be of assistance?”

Angel jumps up in surprise as it looks over at the pink and purple rubber rena-dragon. She looks over the toy with its sheathed member and bounce breasts as she takes half a step back, “I… um, I just… wait, did you just say my name? How did you know my name?” she asks.

Patrick tilts its head in a moment in confusion, “You look like an angel to this one,” it responds.

Angel blinks, “I didn’t know toys could flirt,” she responds as she looks around for a moment before letting out a sigh, “This is so weird, I need to talk to someone.”

“You can talk to this one.”

“No, I need to talk to someone in charge or a phone. Is there a phone?”

Patrick watches Angel as it listens, “You sound distraught, is everything okay?” it asks as its tail swishes behind it, body tensing.

Angel shakes her head, her eyes starting to water, “No, No. Nothing has been right for the last two weeks. I need to get a phone now. Do you know where a phone is?”

Patrick squirms in its spot as it sees Angel grow emotional. It’s body tenses as it moves closer to her, a hand resting on her shoulder, “It’s okay… this one doesn’t know where a phone is but this one knows who is in charge. It can try to get them? Maybe they could help?”

Angel’s wings twitch when she feels the hand resting on her shoulder, the clothes prevent the feeling of the toy’s rubber fingers on her shoulder. She looks as she sees the toy standing there with its pink eyes with the faintest of glows, “I… yeah, that would be nice. Could you? Please?” she asks as she looks up at the rubber toy.

Patrick smiles and nods, “Yes, this one will. Now… it just has to figure…” the toy starts to look around, “Just has to figure how to call Maker…”

Angel tilts her head, “Did you say Maker?’

Patrick nods, “Yes, the one that is making this one. It knows the store and should have all the information… but where. It always shows up when needed…”

“Another toy? I need to talk to a person, an actual living person. I found it… I found it, now need to call the police. There is no more time wasting… please help me find a phone.”

Patrick gently runs its rubber hand along Angel’s back right between her wings. Subconsciously she leans into the touch as she gently rubs her hands together, “I really need to get to a phone… please, it's already been too long.”

Patrick gives a nod, “This one will do all it can to help,” it responds as it looks around a bit more, eyes darting around, “Where could Maker be? This one needs to help this customer… needs to help Angel. She doesn’t look pleased, this one hopes things are okay,” it thinks as it grabs Angel by the hand and gently guide her through the store.

“Is there any person who I could talk to?” she asks again.

“This one knows Maker can help….” Patrick trails off.

“Why is it so hard to have me talk to a person? The guard outside told me I could get help inside.”

“Toy is working on it. It won’t leave till you are helped,” Patrick responds as a voice speaks up a moment later, one that puts Patrick at ease.

“This one apologies, but it took a moment for word to reach this one that it was needed. How may this one be of service?” K-2003 asks as it gives a cordial bow. Angel turns around to see K-2003 as her brief moment of excitement is squashed in an instant.

“Another toy…”

“Yes? But this one heard you are in need to contact someone? We have a landline to make a call if you so require. Cell phone reception all the out here is terrible so it is the only reliable way to make a call.”

In that moment Patrick felt Angel’s claws squeeze its own tighter, “You have a landline?”

K-2003 smiles and nods, “Yes we do. What is the nature of this call?”

Angel squeezes Patrick’s hand tighter and moves up to K-2003 who if it was not still bowing would be at least a foot and a half taller than the dragon before her, “I need to call the police right away.”

K-2003’s smile for the first time since Patrick has seen its Maker melt away from its face and switch to a look of concern? “Police? What happened?”

“My boyfriend’s missing. The police are looking for him, but I couldn’t just sit and wait, it’s been over two weeks so I went out to look too. There were so many places he could be that I just picked one path at random, I found his car, it slipped off the side of the road into a ditch, tires flat. I looked around and found this place. I need to tell the police that I found his car.”

K-2003 nods, “Come follow this one, we’ll get this called made right away. A missing person is something we take very seriously here,” K-2003 explains.

Angel eyes light up as she sighs a sigh of relief, “Thank you, thank you.”

K-2003 motions Angel down the toy testing room hallway as she still holding Patrick’s hand tugs it along. K-2003 quickly asks, “Tell this one, who is this missing person.”

“His name is Patrick. He’s a human, I have a picture of him.,” Angel explains as she pulls out a purse that has been strapped to her side this entire time. She quickly rummages through it and pulls out her wallet, inside is a well-kept wallet size photo of herself and Patrick having a fun selfie moment.

Patrick eyes the picture, faint memories of the time that photograph was taken flood into its mind. Its body tenses and gives a slight squeeze of Angel’s hand who looks up at it, “Oh sorry I didn’t know you were still here…” she trails off not wanting to look at the toy’s naked form but also drawn to it. Her scales hide her blush as she is now made to look at the sleek sergal toy before her who takes a look at the picture.

K-2003 grabs the picture to take a closer look as they walk down the hallway, the scent of rubber and sex linger in the air, Angel and Patrick follow behind as K-2003 studies the picture for a moment. It goes to the last door on the left and with a quick keypad punch, unlocks the door.

“Follow this one, it wants to take a closer look at the picture in its office where the phone is,” K-2003 explains as it steps to the side allowing Angel to follow with Patrick in toe. There the scent of freshly polished rubber hits the senses. A smooth black and cyan rubber canopy bed with cameras placed all around is on one side, on the other is an office, along with an open kitchen.

Angel glances over at the bed, her heart races as she’s yanked back to the sergal toy by what it says, “Really? Thank you, thank you. This means a lot to me.”

“Of course, this one takes such things seriously,” K-2003 says as it enters its small office just big enough for the three to fit inside. The toy moves to sit in its chair and takes the phone nearby and quickly dials the police, “Here you go, you should let them know what you found.”

Angel reaches the phone and nods repeatedly, “Right, right, thank you so much,” she replies as she starts to talk to the police. Giving them all the information about the car she found, and that they should come to this Toys-4-U mega store, so she can show them exactly where. During the entire call K-2003 studies the picture, running a rubber claw over Patrick as it glances over to Patrick.

Patrick standing beside Angel her hand still holding its own, as it listens to the whole story, “This one should tell Angel that Patrick is safe. This one should tell Angel that Patrick is a good toy. That Patrick is a good toy. Patrick is a good toy. Patrick obeys. Patrick is a good toy. Toy is a good toy. Toy obeys. Toy speaks when spoken to. Toy is a good toy. Good toys only speak when spoken to. Toy obeys,” Patrick thinks as K-2003 eyes it with a smile.

With a click Angel hangs up, “They’ll be here in about twenty or so minutes, it's the best they can do…” she says with a sigh.

K-2003 smiles wiggling its rump with a squeak, “That’s ten more minutes sooner than normal! Good to hear they are taking this seriously,” K-2003 replies as it looks over the picture some more.

“That’s good to hear. Why is this place so far out of the way from the authorities?”

“Customers like their privacy at such an establishment as this one. This one hires security that can keep the peace.”

Angel nods as she pulls her hand away from Patrick’s grip for the first time, leaving Patrick to watch squirming a little in its spot, “So do you recognize him? His name is Patrick, he’s my boyfriend.”

K-2003 looks up from the picture at Angel and hands the picture back, “This one apologizes but has not seen a person like this. It will though if you want make some copies of the picture and post them on its premise for others to see.”

“You will?” Angel asks as her eyes light up.

“Of course. As this one has said, we take missing people very seriously here at Toys-4-U. If customers aren’t safe here that would be just dreadful.”

“Thank you, thank you… uh what’s your name?”

“You may call this one K-2003.”

Angel gives the toy a curious look, “So you’re a toy?”

K-2003 nods with a smile, “This one is.”

“And… you have an office?”

K-2003 nods again, “This one does.”

“Aren’t toys of… well of…” she looks off to the side, “For sex?”

K-2003 nods, “Yes we are, but this one has a lot of duties which includes running this store. Designing and crafting new toys like that one standing beside you. It's in the works prototype of a new hybrid model. Isn’t that right toy?”

Patrick feels a shiver run through its body as the question is asked, “Yes Maker, that is right.”

Angel looks over the pink colored toy, “A renamon dragon hybrid?”

“You can tell? That’s great this one was wondering if people could tell.”

“Yeah... well my boyfriend loves renamon almost as he loves dragons, so it be something I know he’d just love to-- excuse me,” Angel replies as she turns away and walks out of the room.

K-2003 looks over to Patrick, “A customer needs your service. Go toy help her feel better.”

Patrick tenses, “Yes Maker!” Patrick heads out of the room where Angel is rubbing her arm, her wings folded back as she looks over to the bed then away, then to a set of sex toys and away again.

“This one is sorry you are having such a rough time…” Patrick says as it trails off moving over to her. Its hands gently rub up against each other as K-2003 watches from its office as it scans the picture and gets to work to print a few flyers.

“He just had to go for a drive out in the countryside. I never saw much into cars and driving like that, but he did… I just feel like something bad has happened to him. He’s probably in a ditch somewhere or something worse, I just know it.”

Patrick moves beside her, “This one… this one thinks that Patrick isn’t in such a spot. Toy is sure that Patrick is doing alright at the moment, not in a position where Patrick could speak freely?”

Angel turns to Patrick as she gives a cold look, “How is that any better? That means he’s held against his will or something. Kidnapped by who knows what!”

Patrick flinches and lowers his head and ears, “This one didn’t mean it like that. Toy just wanted to say that Patrick isn’t dead.”

Angel stares at him for a moment before letting out a sigh, “I can only hope he is. But how can you speak so surely that he is?”

Patrick stands there for a moment rubbing its hands together with a squeak, its tail swishing behind it, “Well this one…”

Angel lets out a tense sigh, “You’re just designed to comfort. I’ve heard of you toys. More than just fucking but companionship. I appreciate what you are trying to do… thanks.”

“So, this one has helped?”

“A little… yeah.”

“This one is happy to help.”

“Thank you toy, it’s just toy or do you have some kind of name that K-2003?”

“This one is called--”

“Toy, just toy,” K-2003 interrupts as it walks into the room with a dozen flyers in its rubbery fingers, “Toy’s that are currently being tested and crafted into full toys have no designations till they are complete. Part of the whole process of toy making we have here at Toys-4-U,” K-2003 explains.

Angel looks at the sergal toy, “Really? It looks rather complete from where I am standing. And so realistic in how it interacts, it’s a bit offsetting… as I say this toy another toy,” she sighs softly.

K-2003 smiles, “It's fine. This one prides itself in creating very high-quality toys.”

“You make toys?”

“This one is a crafter of toys, yes.”

“So, you’re a toy that makes toys?”

“Yes.”

“How does that work?”

“This one has many utilities, making toys is just one of them. Toy’s maker was very thorough in its creation process. And this one likes to be the same with the toys that it makes, like this one here, isn’t that right toy?”

“Yes Maker,” Patrick responds with a soft moan of pleasure.

“Patrick would have found this fascinating…” Angel responds as she looks off to the side, “Sorry, I just…”

“No need to be sorry, this one understands. If anything, this one apologies for you to be in such a place during a difficult time. Toy, please put these flyers up in locations where customers can see them, including the registers,” K-2003 commands as it hands the flyers of his former human self to the toy, below it says “Have you seen this person? If so please contact your local authorities immediately.” and above it says, “Missing Person.”

Patrick grabs them as it looks down at its human self, “Yes Maker,” it responds as it walks out of the room as it hears K-2003 say to Angel.

“It’s okay Angel, you can wait here for the police to arrive. This one will do what it can to put you at ease till then, okay?”

“That sounds fine… thank you,” she responds.

Patrick hears the door click behind it as it makes its way out of hallway placing the first picture at the entrance of the toy testing rooms and going outward from there. As Patrick does so its mind races with thoughts, “Why did this one not tell Angel? Toy told Patrick was doing well. But she wants to find Patrick. Toy is… toy. Toy is a good toy. Toy obeys. Toy speaks when spoken to. Toy obeys. This one should say that his one is a toy… this one said it is a toy to Angel. Toy should tell that… Patrick is… safe. Toy said that. Toy should tell Angel that toy is… a good toy. Toy obeys,” these thoughts continue to repeat over and over through its head.

Sometime later a anthropomorphic crow police officer walks into the store. His yellow eyes dart over the place as he hears the toys give their greeting, “Hello! Welcome to Toys-4-U Mega Store! How may this one be of assistance?”

The police officer lets out a sigh as he mutters, “This place always gives me the creeps,” before he approaches a traditional looking renamon toy, “Yes I am here about a phone call about a missing person? An Angel Drakkon made the call from this place?”

Patrick’s ears perk as he hears the officer from nearby, the toy having been idling ever since it finished its job, “This one knows where she is!” it exclaims as it rushes over to him.

The police officer thinks as the toy approaches, “If they weren’t all fuck objects this place would be shut down for indecent exposure,” he nods to the toy as he sternly says, “Show the way.”

“Yes of course, this way,” Patrick turns and leads the officer deeper into the store. Patrick notices the officer doesn’t even glance or take any second looks of anything he walks past no matter what kind of sexual oddity that it is. Down through the toy testing room to the very last door on the left, “She’s in here with Maker,” he explains as it knocks on the door.

The officer nods silently as they wait… one moment… two moments pass as the door swings open revealing K-2003. K-2003’s eyes light up as it sees the officer, “Officer Avias, so they sent you.”

Avias sighs, “I happened to be in the area,”

“Come in, Angel is just sitting on the bed waiting for you,” it replies as it takes a step back and there waiting somewhat impatiently is Angel who stands up when she sees the officer step into the room.

“Thank god you are finally here!” she exclaims rushing over to him, “I found Patrick’s car. My missing boyfriend.”

“Yes, I got that from the report. Now show me where it is,” he says as he takes Angel by the claw and guides her out of the room not even paying K-2003 or Patrick any attention as they leave.

Patrick follows suit as it hears Avias remark, “I am sorry you had to wait here for us. This place is in the middle of nowhere.”

“It’s okay. It wasn’t so bad.”

Avias glances over at her who’s eyes wander at the rather sexual curios that garner her attention. Patrick following a few feet behind watches the two leave, the rubber rena-dragon hybrid stopping just a few feet short of the doors as they walk outside. Angel not even noticing the toy as she leaves.

“Toy,” K-2003 says as several toys around K-2003 stop and look at it. K-2003 smiles, “That toy,” K-2003 clarifies as it points at Patrick. The other toys look disappointed as K-2003 moves over to it.

“Yes Maker.”

“Come, we need a moment to talk alone,” K-2003 runs a rubber claw along Patrick’s muzzle. The toy shivers at the touch of its maker as it is once again guided back through the store towards the back, back into K-2003’s room.

Patrick follows quietly, eyes watching its Maker’s rump. It sways side to side, side to side, so hypnotic so nice, so shiny, so lovely, Patrick’s own hips mimicking the motions with less and less thought, becoming so natural. The next thing the toy knows the door behind it closes behind him with a click.

Patrick tenses as it looks behind it to see K-2003 standing there, “Toy, how are you feeling?” K-2003 asks as it runs its rubber claws along its body, the Maker’s touch against its body feeling so lovely causing it to moan.

Patrick lets the moan continue for a moment before it softly says, “C-confused Maker.”

K-2003 nods, “Confused? Why?” K-2003 tilts its head to the side and stands in front of Patrick.

“This one… Angel is this one’s… Toy knows Angel. She is looking for Patrick, but this one wanted to but couldn’t even think to call itself that. Toy didn’t like to see Angel like that. She is so sad. She wants to find this one. Toy is right there yet…”

K-2003 nods and runs its claws along Patrick’s chin, “Yes this one understands, but you aren’t a person named Patrick. You are material that this one is currently molding.”

Patrick tenses as it looks into K-2003’s eyes, “It isn’t?”

K-2003 caresses Patrick’s head, “No, you are material that was named Patrick. And she didn’t ask for material she was asking for a person, wasn’t she?”

Patrick took a moment to think about it as it felt so… obvious of an answer and nodded, “Yes Maker that is true.”

“Exactly. But this one does understand how Angel is feeling and how you must be feeling. Seeing your girlfriend there looking for your previous self. The self that you were not meant to be. Does it make toy wonder if what you are doing is the correct choice?”

Patrick looks down then back up into K-2003’s eyes who gives a concerned smile, “Yes Maker… it does.”

K-2003 pulls away and saunters over to the edge of the bed, it sits down with a squeak as the toy pats beside the bed, “Sit with this one toy.”

Patrick nods, “Yes Maker,” as it does so and sits beside the sergal toy, its tail brushing along the black rubber bed sheets with a loud squeak. Its hands rest between its legs rubbing together as its feet rub against themselves, its body creaking in the meantime.

“Tell this one toy. Would you like to continue to be a toy?”

Patrick looks at its Maker feeling a shock to the question rush through its body. K-2003 looks at it, as it rests its own hand on Patrick’s leg, giving it a little squeaky squeeze, “Well toy?”

“T-this one never thought about it. It’s… Toy is just… Toy is having trouble with the words. This one is a good toy, but how could it be a toy…. How could toy not be a toy?”

“Do you feel good in what you do toy? Serving others?”

“Yes Maker. This one does. It feels wonderful. This one feels good. It loves it… but when it saw Angel…” Patrick looks over to the side. Suddenly it feels the hand squeezing its leg stop and then its head was slowly guided back over to look at K-2003.

K-2003 smiles, “Yes toy. This one understands. This one is not one to make customers unhappy. Toy feels it just like you do. This one does not want to hurt any user, or any toy. It wants to do its best to make others happy, just like you do, don’t you?”

Patrick nods, “Yes Maker, this one does.”

“Selfless giving of one’s self. A key component in being a good toy. You are a good toy, and you want to remain being a good toy, don’t you?”

Patrick nods into its Maker’s black and cyan rubber hand with a squeak, “Yes Maker.”

K-2030 caresses Patrick’s head, “This one thought so.”

“Maker… you know Patrick can’t be found, don’t you?”

“Yes toy, this one does.”

“Then why make those flyers?”

“For Angel’s sake. It helped her feel not powerless. It helped her feel better. And though we can’t make her sorrow go away, we can alleviate it, can we?”

“Yes Maker.”

“Good toy.”

Patrick felt a shiver of pleasure run through its body, its toes curl as it lets out a soft moan, “Thank you Maker.”

“It is no problem. This is part of the job of a Maker. To help mold the toys under its care. Craft them into wonderful toys that the potential of their material possesses.”

“But Maker… it's hard to see Angel like that… to know she feels like that.”

K-2003 nods, “Yes toy, this one understands. It is not one that does not understand the feelings of users. Being a toy is not all about pleasure and sex, even if it is a big part of what we are,” K-2003 says with a sly grin, “We are companions, to help the weight of the world feel less to those we serve. To bring pleasure to our users physically… as well as mentally. It is not easy, and we are not always successful, but we continue. We serve, we obey, we are things of pleasure and delight. We work to bring that smile, that moan, that ecstasy of delight as they reach the peak of their pleasure. We are toys. And this one knows you would do that and so much more for Angel, wouldn’t you toy?”

Patrick shivers as it listens to its Maker. The words flowing off its tongue, rolling into its mind, sending shivers down through its spine down to its tail tip, through its toes, tingling all over as it nods, “Yes Maker, this one would.”

K-2003 smiles and runs its rubbery fingers along Patrick’s face and along the back of its head, “That’s a good toy. A very good toy. This one knows you will be a wonderful toy when you are complete, and you must work towards it don’t you toy? Work to be a high-quality toy that we at Toys-4-U have for the users that use us toys. Work hard and reach the maximum potential and this one…” K-2003 pauses briefly as it runs a rubber claw down Patrick’s center, the toy maker leaning in against Patrick’s body as their bodies rub against each other, “Will reward you the best way it knows how.”

Patrick tenses as it feels its Maker press up against it. It closes its eyes listening to the toy’s words, having them echo and mingle with the programming whispers that speak in the back of its mind, “Toy is a good toy. Toy loves to fuck. Toy is a fucktoy. Toy is an object. Toy is a thing,” and as it lets out another delightful moan, its sheath tensing, aching to get out, its forming sex twitches, rump clenches, toes curl as the toy grips its own hands tightly, “You will Maker?”

K-2003 nods and leans in and whispers into Patrick’s ear, “Yes toy, this one will. It will be a surprise, so be a good toy and reach your potential.”

Patrick shudders and nods, “Yes Maker this one will.”

“That’s a good toy,” K-2003 says as it leans in and gives Patrick a soft yet long loving kiss. K-2003’s lips press and squeeze against Patrick’s own. Their heads tilt in opposite directions to allow the kiss to grow ever deeper. Their lips press for a few moments before the kiss is broken, “Now be a good toy and continue your work for the day. You still have another eleven hours left of your shift, don’t you?”

Patrick nods, “Yes Maker this one does.”

“Good toy, remember you aren’t to pleasure customers yet. That is still a few days away, understand?”

Patrick nods as it sees the strands of rubber cyan salvia that goes from its lips to its Maker’s strand and break as it does so, “This one understands Maker. Thank you for being so good to this one.”

“Welcome toy. It will keep an eye on Angel for you and try to help make this time for her a bit easier. Does that help you focus toy?”

Patrick nods again, “Yes Maker it does.”

“Go toy, there is much to do.”

“Yes Maker,” Patrick replies as it stands up, “Thank you Maker.”

“It is nothing toy, it is what this one does,” K-2003 says as it gives Patrick’s rubber rump a firm loud smack, “Now show those customers what a good toy you are.”

“Yes, Maker it will!” Patrick exclaimed excitedly as it leaves the room. K-2003 sits on the bed alone for a moment as it runs its rubber claws along the rubber bed, before standing up and going over its office. The toy sitting in the chair with a loud squeak as it quickly goes through its database and finds the user Angel Drakkon, a not so recent registered user of the Toys-4-U website as K-2003 starts to look over her buy and browse history. A toy maker’s job is never done.