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Robbery Gone Squeak

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Toys-4-U has hundreds of small store outlets around the world, and a handful of Super Mega Store. Unlike the outlets which are in populated urban areas, and the occasional town, the Super Mega Stores are all out in the countryside, anywhere between thirty minutes to an hour and a half from the nearest major city. Placed in a naturesque quiet area like a forest far away from the prying eyes of the public to provide the privacy Toys-4-U customers deserve, but such privacy puts the stores at a unique disadvantage. It puts these big stores a far distance away from the nearest law enforcement, which is why the store employs big buff guards to protect the store from everyday theft, but a group of three thieves are about to find out that there is another layer of protection the store has, the merchandise, specifically the head toy of the store.

It's three in the morning, the stars shine brightly overhead, the parking lot is barren save for two random cars pulled up to the front. Stepping out of them are three masked figures. A shapely yet buff female anthropomorphic orca named Orsha. Her leathery-like black and white skin exenterates her orca nature, her ocean blue eyes look at the pitch-black store with a strong arm anthropomorphic rhinoceros security guard standing by the door giving the three a firm untrusting stare.

Standing to Orsha’s left is Fifen, a lithe orange and white furred fox. His fluffy tail sways behind him as he’s dressed in a matching black garb as the others which covers his face. His yellow eyes look at Orsha nervously then back to the guard.

To Orsha’s right is Nickoli a tanned human male of a mix of Russian and Mongolian descent. He adjusts his mask as he stares at the guard who stands firm where he is, arms crossed as the guard yells out to them.

“The store is closed, it won’t be open again for several more hours. I advise you to lea--,” before the guard could finish Orsha pulls out a gun and fires off a quick acting tranquilizing dart which knocks him out nearly instantly. His muscular body falls with a thud as the back of his head hits the window which rattles as he slides down it, the tip of his horn scratches the glass all the way down.

“I didn’t think we were going to just shoot him!” exclaims Fifen as his tail bushes up.

“Relax, it was a simple tranquilizer. My real gun is on the other side. Did you honestly think we’d murder someone just to steal from a sex shop?” Orsha states as she rolls her eyes.

“N-no… I mean no of course not. I was just surprised that’s all,” he replies as his fur slowly relaxes.

“Right, surprised, and I’m the king of England,” remarks Nicholi in a Siberian accent.

“Go, you’re up, unlock the door,” commands Orsha as she gives Fifen a stern glare.

“Right up Miss,” he replies as he pulls out a set of lock picks and gets right to work and after a few moments there was an audible click and the glass automatic door is force slid open.

“Shit, you’re right they don’t have an electronic security system,” remarks Nickoli.

“It could be a silent alarm.”

“I’ve checked. They have no security alarm system in place. Just one guard was between us and hundreds of thousands of dollars of merchandise,” she chuckles as they enter the store. The scent of leather and latex is heavy in the air as there are faint sounds of squeaking that quickly grow quiet.

“What was that?” asks Fifen as he looks around nervously.

“Latex. Or something blown by some fans. Or one of the automated toys that work in the store. Are you afraid of a bunch of objects stopping us? If we can we will nab them. They do what you tell them. Perhaps we can help a few of them to help us,” Orsha chuckles.

“That certainly would be nice. I’ll check the registers,” says Nickoli as he rushes over to them hoping over one of the counters and begins to break into them.

“I’ll try to look for the safe. This place is bound to keep the cash in store for a while, you look around and grab something nice we can sell,” commands Orsha to Fiffen.

“Got it,” he responds as he ventures toward the latex gear section of the store. He looks around as he hears a soft squeak but sees nothing in the darkened store with only a few scattered lights on providing a low level amount of illumination, “What was that?” he mutters softly as he pulls out a huge sack as he approaches the line of rubber suits hanging on a rack.

“These are expensive and compact, this will be good,” he says as he shoves a bunch of the rubber suits into the bag. Suddenly there is the sound of metal on metal swinging nearby, the jingle of noise causes Fifen to quickly turn around to see… nothing. Nothing except a swinging bondage swing that’s on display overhead. He lets out a soft sigh of relief.

His world goes dark as the sensation of rubber envelops his head; the rubber gas mask’s collar click locks around his neck as he screams out, but his words are muffled. Dropping the bag, he tries to pull the mask off but feels himself tugged off of his feet. He continues to scream out as he looks through the dark tinted lenses as he makes out an outline of a shark.

A black and silver rubber female shark toy gives a toothy grin. Its cuffs are black with silver outlining with silver lettering that simply says, “Fuck Toy”. Around its neck is a spiked collar with a golden tag that says I-2843.

“Did you think you could come in here and fuck with us? Only during open hours,” the toy states as it looks down at the squirming fox as it drags him away kicking the entire time towards the back of the store, toward the “Toy Testing Rooms”. There I-toy pulls him into the bondage sex room.

Fifen struggles against the shark toy’s strong grip but against the toy’s strength he feels like a mere child fighting against an adult. I-toy lifts the burglar off of the floor holding it by the collar around his neck and with a simple swing of the arm throws a rubber wall where latex tendrils shootout and wraps around Fifen’s body holding him in place. He screams and struggles but finds himself unable to break free from the tight rubber grip.

“Hang around there for a while, this one has two more of your companions to catch and deal with,” the toy states as it pivots on its foot with a squeak and a moment later disappears the door leading to the room closing and locking with a click leaving the fox to squirm in his new found prison.

As I-toy exits the room though it hears, “I-toy, this one doesn’t think Maker would appreciate you doing that to customers,” whimpers a black and dark blue colored sergal female sergal toy. It’s simple styled collar has a golden tag on it that reads M-2483.

I-2843 gives a big toothy grin which causes the other toy to flinch. It reaches out and pulls the sergal toy closer by the collar, breasts against breasts, squeezing up against one another, causing M-toy to let out a soft moan.

“What toy is in charge here?”

“Y-you are,” M-toy mutters.

“Yes, and they aren’t customers. They are thieves. Thieves need to be apprehended and punished.”

“But what if they steal one of us?”

“I’m here to make sure that doesn’t happen. Make yourself useful and keep an eye on the one I captured. Make sure he doesn’t escape,” I-toy states as it opens the door and flings M-toy into the room.

“Maker will hear about this!” M-toy responds as it bounces into the room with a squeak before the door slams shut with a thud.

I-toy chuckles, “This one knows, it will tell it,” it responds as it disappears back into the store.

Nickoli lifts his head as he smashes into another cash register… empty, “Damn. They aren’t that stupid. I’ll leave it to the boss to find the safe,” he remarks as he pulls out his bag and goes to the leather bondage section and starts cherry picking some of the most expensive items first.

“We’re going to make a bundle off selling this shit,” he says as he hears a squeak come to the right of him. He stops and turns to the sound, lifting his head over the aisles he sees nothing, “Fifen? Is that you?” he calls out as he checks down the aisle and sees nothing.

Squeak behind him.

He turns and draws his weapon. Again nothing. Slowly he walks forward keeping a vigilant, “Orsha?”

Squeak.

Nickoli turns to the sound.

“If it's one of you toys, come out. I need your help. Be a good toy and come out.” His eyes dart around as he moves down the aisle to a mid-open section of the aisle where displays of toys in bondage sit and squirm on display. Nickoli looks up at them as the hooded toys are unable to see anything. He lets out a sigh of relief and remarks, “Must have been one of these displays,” as he motions to put his weapon away.

Squeak.

The noise came directly behind him he swings around as I-toy grabs his hand and points the weapon upward squeezing his hand as Nickoli groans out in pain before he is forced to relinquish the gun as it clatters to the ground and with one quick motion I-toy slides it down several aisles with one quick move of its foot.

With one quick motion before the gun is even finished sliding away Nickoli pulls out a dagger and stabs it into the toy, driving it several inches. Nickoli pants as he looks up at the taller shark toy. I-toy stares back and looks down at the dagger as some silvery rubbery liquid oozes around the blade and down its rubbery side then back at him.

Nickoli’s eyes go wide as he tries to tug his other hand free but finds himself unable to, “Toys-4-U doesn’t like it when you damage the merchandise. You will be billed for the damages incurred,” it states before the head-butting human hard knocking him out with one quick blow.

I-toy drags the unconscious human along the ground, walking through the toy repair section of the store in the process where it removes the dagger throwing it to the ground with a metallic clatter. The damage to its side continues to ooze the liquid as the toy grabs a rubber patch up kit, “This one will store expense it later,” as it bites into the package ripping it open and slaps the patch onto the wound while still dragging the human along back to the sex dungeon room where M-toy jumps in surprise.

“I-toy. You aren’t supposed to knock out the customers,” it says softly.

I-toy shoots M-toy a stern look, “He damaged the merchandise. They aren’t customers,” it remarks as it tosses the human like a rag doll over to M-toy who catches him, “Put that one into a rubber sack.”

“B-but I-toy! You are damaged!” M-toy drops the human and rushes over to the patch.

“This one will be fine. It’s a minor stab. Nothing for us toys to worry about.”

“But… you are damaged. You should get that looked into.”

“This one is fine. Do what it says. There were three who entered from the security video. It has one more to find.”

M-toy’s ears lower slightly, “Yes Toy Mistress.”

I-toy runs her hands along M-toy’s rubbery muzzle, “Good toy. Now do what this one commands like a good toy.”

M-toy bows, “Yes Toy Mistress,” as it goes back to the human dragging him over to the rubber wall vac.

“Good toy,” I-toy states as it walks off. M-toy places the limp body of the human against the wall, lining him up, putting the breathing tubes into his mouth before putting the other layer of rubber around him and with a flick of a switch the black rubber outline of the human is revealed. The pressure of the bondage bringing Nickoli to consciousness as he squirms and yells out but to no avail, his words muffled by the breathing tube, the rubber and vacuum too strong for him to move anything more than his fingers and toes.

“This one hopes Maker doesn’t get angry at us,” mutters M-toy as it looks toward the door and waits as the two people behind it moan out to be let go.

Orsha groans as she walks up and down the Employee only section of the store. Endless hallways, an open room for poker, nothing special to note, “Where do they keep their damn money!” she yells out in annoyance as her heavy orca tail flaps once in annoyance.

“You’d think the employee section would have something, an office. But it's a bunch of empty rooms, a private fitting room, nothing in this place makes sense,” she groans as she turns down another hallway and sees a sign up above, “Toy Molding Room.”

She rolls her ocean blue eyes, “Not going to be here, but maybe it will lead somewhere,” she enters the room, as she sees dozens of open plastic mold pods all on raised pedestals. Wires and machinery hang overhead of each pod, with a computer console in beside each one.

“What a waste of resources…” She shrugs as she walks down the aisles, seeing six different toys in molding but she pays them no mind as she is drawn to a set of doors in the back.

“Aha, perhaps here there is something,” she pushes them open with a soft metallic click and is greeted with a small hallway with one door with a bright red neon sign overhead that says “Exit.”

She walks past the door and peeks into another room, a small break room with a table, microwave, refrigerator, coffee maker, “Now we are getting close,” she remarks with a grin, “I hope those two idiots are loading up the cars with goods,” as she walks through another set of doors, as she doesn’t notice that each one with a keypad lock are unlocked.

Through there she sees a spiral staircase leading up to a second floor, and another door leading elsewhere, “Who designed this place. It better not be on the second floor,” she grumbles as she goes through the other door to find two large cylindrical pods with a computer console between them. Nothing else in the room except a door leading elsewhere.

“This place is strange,” she remarks as she goes through the next door to find herself in an odd room. There’s a kitchen with some basic necessities, including a dining table big enough for two maybe three people max. Across the way is a large silver and black rubber canopy bed with some video filming equipment off in the corner nicely put away. There are two other doors one that is opened leading into some kind of small private office and the other is closed.

“Strange but perhaps the safe is in here,” she states as she walks into the small office where there is a desk and computer facing away from her. She only manages to get a few steps when she hears behind her a soft squeak.

“Fifen? Nickoli?” she calls out as she hears nothing. She relaxes her shoulders and mutters, “Must have been me,” as she takes one step deeper into the office before drawing the tranquilizer gun spinning and shooting behind her. The dart lodges into I-toy as it is only a few steps away.

Orsha smirks at first as I-toy looks down at the dart and plucks it out, “This one would not recommend damaging the company’s property,” as the toy flicks the dart away.

“Of course, that wouldn’t work,” she mutters, holstering the weapon as she keeps her eyes locked on the shark, “Be a good toy and do what I tell you. I’m a user after all,” she smirks as she walks out of the office to face the toy.

“This one is a good toy.”

Orsha smirks, “See. I know how your toy programming works. Be a good toy and help my friends in the store pack things up.”

I-toy responds with a toothy grin, “This one has already helped pack them away. Now this one will be a good toy and get you.”

Orsha’s smirk instantly fades away as I-toy left hooks her with a heavy thud almost knocking the orca over in the process, “Now you be a good user and do what this one tells you.”

“How about no,” she responds as she pulls out her gun and fires off several rounds which hit her in the gut and chest. Silver rubbery “blood” like substance oozes out of the wounds. I-toy unphased looks down at them and then back at the orca.

“You’ll have to pay for damaging Toys-4-U property,” it states with a stern glare.

“Fuck me.”

“Only during normal operating hours,” I-toy responds as it strikes at her.

Orsha dodges the one strike holstering her weapon as she rolls away. I-toy leaps at her but she just manages not only to pull far back enough to avoid the heavy strike of the shark toy but to sweep the toy’s legs knocking her to the ground with a squeaky thud.

“I’ve had enough of this place,” she exclaims as she rushes out of the door and into the toy testing room hallway. Orsha slams the door behind her and realizes she is in the toy testing hallway; she rushes down and into one of the other rooms.

“If I rush straight out there are probably other toys there waiting. I’ll hide till I can escape,” she thinks as she slips into the ocean beach sex room. The lights flicker as Orsha sighs, “Damn it… need to hide quick,” she mutters as she looks to the artificial beach and the lapping of waters.

“There can be good, those waters are deep,” she says as she dives into the water with an Olympian style splash. The cool waters around as she feels a sense of being at home as she kicks off her shoes revealing her webbed feet and dives to the bottom of the water.

“I was surprised to find they had a hundred foot deep beach pool in here like this, but they won’t find me here,” she thinks as she reaches the very bottom of the pool, her feet touches the tiled surface of the slightly cold water, “I can hold my breath for hours,” she thinks as she sees the faint glow of light up above fade away a few moments later. She mentally sighs some relief, “What kind of company has toys that attack people? I’m so going to spin this to my favor and sue this company for far more than I could have stolen from them.”

Splash. Orsha jumps as she looks up to see a moving glow in the darkness. She tenses and holds up in her corner, watching the glow move straight to her only a moment later. She jumps off the wall shooting through the water just in time to miss I-toy swimming like a torpedo right at her.

The toy’s soft glowing cuffs and eyes give her position away in the darkness of the depths. Orsha is just able to make out the shark toy with her powerful low-light vision. I-toy turns on a dime and strikes out at the orca again, and barely does she dodge the shark’s strike.

Orsha counters as she flicks her heavy tail, propelling her into the water to punch the toy heavy in the gut. On impact I-toy grabs her hand and flip kicks the orca up two dozen feet up. A few air bubbles escape Orsha’s lips as she sees the relentless shark toy swimming up at her.

The two spar each other under the water, swimming hard, tails striking one another sending the other flying into the wall, air bubbles float to the top as Orsha does everything in her power to fight against the shark toy.

The water on the surface gently waves against the faux beach, a few of the bubbles that break the surface give away to the conflict down below till Orsha is flung from the water and lands on the sandy beach with a thud. Grains of sand stick to her weight body as she gasps for air as the lights flicker on.

“What is wrong with this place!” she yells as she pulls herself to her feet and begins to run for the door.

A moment later I-toy leaps out of the water landing on the beach on her feet. Patches cover the bullet holes. The shark toy grins, “No running in the store, you might hurt yourself,” she states as she chases after the orca.

Orsha slams the door behind her as she sprints out of the toy testing room hallway. Water drips from her body as grains of sand leave a trail in her wake as she takes side paths toward the front of the store.

I-toy looks to the ground and follows this trail like breadcrumbs. The toy’s wet sleek body squeaks as it gives chase.

Orsha pants and looks over her shoulder as she sees the head of the shark toy appearing over the top of the aisles like a shark’s back fin breaking the surface of the water, giving clear indication where the toy is, where the danger is as it draws ever closer.

“Almost there,” thinks Orsha as she sees the exit, the door only a few feet away now as her wet feet smack against the ground with a soft squelch as she makes it through the door and towards her car. The sound of the toy squeaking behind her grows ever closer.

She slips into her car slamming the door shut as she looks up to see I-toy running out of the store to her, “Oh fuck no,” she exclaims as she starts up the car and floors it. I-toy’s sharky toothy grin doesn't’ fade as Orsha runs her car into I-toy.

I-toy tightly grips the front of the car as it’s dragged along for the ride as she turns hard to avoid running into the store proper, “Leave me alone!” exclaims Orsha as I-toy’s grip on the car grows stronger, leaving clear dents in the metal as the toy pulls itself onto the hood. The shark toy’s body swerves side to side as Orsha tries her best to spin the car and fling the toy off.

“You forgot to pay,” states I-toy with a chuckle as it climbs farther up onto the hood. The tires of the car screech, the scent of burning rubber fills the air as Orsha feels two of the wheels of her car lift off the ground as she hits the breaks and spins. The car does a 720 as I-toy is finally flung from the car flying off into a nearby streetlamp.

Orsha pants as she looks around not seeing the shark toy initially before turning her attention to the exit. She slams on the pedal the engine revs up loudly as the RPM on the car shoots up to the red except… the car does not move.

“What the fuck is going on?!” she yells as she looks into the rearview mirror as she sees I-toy staring back at her with a toothy fiendish grin. It’s then she notices that her car is on an angle as the shark toy is holding the back of the car up high enough so the wheels spin in the air.

“You have to be kidding me!” Orsha leaps out of the car and just as she does I-toy drops the back of the car which flies off into the woods crashing into a tree.

Orsha runs to the second car, her second chance to escape only a few feet away now before she feels I-toy grip the back of her clothes and lift her up in the air, “Sorry but you have to work off your debt to the company, you aren’t going anywhere,” states I-toy with a devilish toothy grin as Orsha looks down at the toy with fear in her eyes as to what is to happen next.

“I-2843 you know the safety of users and toys is more important than a few simple items that they could have stolen,” states K-2003 on the computer screen as it is having a video call with I-toy.

“Yes Maker, this one knows that, and it was the safety of the other toys it had in mind. They aren’t forceful enough to take on thieves like this.”

“That is why we hire security guards to watch over the merchandise.”

“Yes Maker, but our only guard was put out of action.”

“Where were the other guards?”

“Off on holiday. The store was not to re-open again for a week. It’s Golden Week here.”

“Oh… right. Still, the damage to yourself is not acceptable. This one took great care in molding you.”

“Yes Maker. This one apologies, it will be repaired and back to a pristine state in no time.”

K-2003 lets out a soft worried sigh, “This one knows. But next time let the law enforcement handle it.”

“Are you saying not to defend ourselves Maker?”

“No. Only don’t escalate the situation. If the user comes after the fellow toy’s directly then you may. But try every other option first.”

“This one tried; the other toys were in the back avoiding them. And they did infiltrate rather deep.”

“How far?” K-2003 inquires.

“Toy molding rooms. This one checked no company secrets were seen though,” I-toy explains as it adjusts itself on its rubber seat with a loud squeak.

K-2003 nods, “Okay, but try to let the user’s law enforcement handle it once they are able to, okay?”

I-toy grins, “Of course Maker. Is there anything else this one can help you with?”

“Are you and your fellow toy unit enjoying your new position as Toy Manager of the Super Mega Store there?”

“Yes, Maker we are.”

K-2003 smiles, “Wonderful! This will come and check up on the store in a few months, till then, have fun!”

“We will Maker,” I-toy replies as the call ends. I-toy leans back into its rubbery chair as Nickoli moans softly in its tight rubber bondage as he is forced to be the seat of the chair. As I-toy shifts he groans again while the shark toy leans back, its head resting on Fifen, who is held in tight rubber bondage. His body held tight and bound against Nickoli as his arms are held out to form arm rests, his body crouches down as I-toy’s tail fits under his legs, and grinds against the rubber null bulge of his crotch. He moans out in distress.

M-toy looks at I-toy nervously, “This one said Maker would be angry.”

“Only a little concerned, that’s all,” I-toy explains as it raises its feet and rubs it against the face of its footrest. Orsha squirms under the desk, tightly bound into a rubber bitch gimp suit, and chained into place as the orca is forced to smell and rub against the shark toy’s feet.

M-toy nods, “How long are you going to keep them like that?”

“Till the police arrive.”

“Did you call the police yet?”

I-toy grins, “No. It’s Golden Week. They deserve a vacation as much as any other user does. Besides they make a wonderful new chair for this one. It thinks a week would suffice for damages caused to this one and the store… well most of it. This one will see with the orca. She thought she could beat this one in the water? Doesn’t she know? Sharks are the queens of the sea,” she chuckles as the toy rubs it’s feet hard against Orsha’s rubber hooded face.

“Do you think that is a good idea?” M-toy inquires with a soft squeak as it wiggles its rump.

“Do you want to be down there instead again?” I-toy asks shooting M-toy a stern look.

“N-no.”

“Good. Now fetch this one some polish, it has had a long night.”

“Yes Toy Mistress,” M-toy replies as it heads off leaving I-toy in its office with the three burglars who learned a very important lesson. Never break into a Toys-4-U store, especially one run by a toy with the designation I-2843.