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Slip of the Tongue

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Artimis Alexander a soft curvy, notably fluffy with his white fur with soft grey markings, massively fluffy tail, with the right hint of a feminine physique to him that could make some question his gender, found himself in the most peculiar situation. With a heavy pant, and an ever-growing heavier camper's backpack strapped to the arctic fox's back he stumbles through the woods.

The hot summer breeze blows across him as he holds up his cell phone up into the air, “Still no signal. How will I know where I am going without a signal," he grumbles as he cleans his glasses and when he puts them back on. He looks ahead to find himself before a rather luxurious lone cabin by a small lake that could be debated if it was really a pond or a lake.

His gaze locks upon the view as he cleans his glasses one more time with his shirt just to be certain what he sees is true, “Well I'll be damned," he says as his big fluffy white furred tail swishes back and forth.

“Civilization, finally," he says as he rushes out into the open grass field that surrounds the two-story summer home. With strength that seemed to be non-existent only moments ago he runs to the closest door he sees and knocks hard on it.

“Hello? Hello?!" he yells as a few moments pass before a strong dominant voice speaks out into his mind.

“Who disturbs my nap and for what purpose?"

Artimis jumps, his fur blushes out as he looks around, “Uh, I'm Artimis. Artimis Alexander. And I'm out camping for a week and I got lost. Could you help me? I have no place to stay, and it is dreadfully hot out here."

A moment passes before the voice responds, “You've only been hiking for six hours, and you never bothered to use that compass in your left pocket. How lost do you think you could be? And it's only 78 degrees outside, it's not that hot." Artimis feels a shiver run down his spine as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his compass.

“I forgot I had this," he mutters, before repocketing it and calling out, “I'm an arctic fox. I don't do well in the heat. And I forgot about my compass… how did you know about my compass?"

“I have my ways. So, you want to stay at my humble abode? For the day so you may recuperate and regain your bearings?" asks the voice.

He nods, “Yes. I could use some good old AC."

“And why should I let a stranger into my home just because he got lost?"

“Ah… uh because it is good hospitality!" he exclaims as his big fluffy tail swishes nervously behind him.

“I suppose I could be hospitable. But I will remind you to be respectful of my humble abode," she replies as the door unlocks with a click and slowly creaks open revealing a lovely open space kitchen with a delightful view of the forest.

“Thank you… um… what's your name?" he asks as he steps inside and looks around.

“Thrysta. Call me Thrysta," she replies.

“Okay Thrysta," he says as he looks around the door closes behind him as he jumps.

“Sorry about that."

“So… um where are you?" he asks as he drops his backpack off to the side and reaches for his big fluffy tail which he strokes.

“I'm upstairs. I was having a little nap when you woke me from your pounding on my back door."

“Ah, okay, I'll be right there," he says as he exits the kitchen and starts to look around at the finely furnished home, “Wow, you have a lot of neat stuff here. Wish I could have something like this."

“It took a lot of hard work to get where I am. Though my recent work has been enjoyable."

As Artimis walks around the lower floor of the house, looking for the stairs, “What is it that you do? Oh wow, that TV is HUGE!" he says as he rushes over to it.

“I'm a lady escort, and a domme for hire," she casually explains as he finally finds the stairs.

“A what?"

Artimis hears a soft mental sigh in his mind, “I provide unique sexual experiences. For those with the money to pay for it."

“Oh, so you are a whore! Or was it a slut… no its a whore," he replies as he feels a shiver run down his spine as he reaches the top floor.

“I am not some simple quick enjoyment of sexual pleasure. I offer an experience, with experience that is well deserving of my services. Not everything I do as a domme ends in sexual intercourse," she explains as the fox peeks his head into one room and sees its nothing but slick black rubber room with no light except coming from the opened door.

“Oh… is this room meant for a mental institution? I thought I saw rooms like this."

Artimis hears another mental sigh, “Please stop rummaging through my house without my permission. If you are that desiring to speak to my in person, I am the last door on the hall to your right."

“Yeah, yeah, I do want to do that," he replies as he heads down the hallway. A soft blue carpeting with such cushioning that he feels like he's walking on air. Artimis pushes back all other curiosities as he walks through the open door. Inside there is a soft sweet scent of rubber that wafts over his nostrils. Large drawn blue curtains block most of the light into the room as on smooth blue rubber bed sheets lies with lighter blue rubber pillows.

But what lies on the bed, facing him is what draws his attention, long, smooth slender, with wide hips, a rubber female mewtwo turned to him, her supple breasts exposed. Her dark blue latex body, and light baby blue belly and tail accent each other. The large rubber tail hangs over Thrysta's body, obscuring her nethers from view. At first glance it might be out of bashfulness, but the domineering smirk on her face as she rests on her hand that holds up her head, tells a different story.

Artimis stares at Thrysta for a good moment, her slick rubber body shines in what little light is in the room. She shifts as she lets out a soft yawn, her body squeaks against the bed sheets, “Hello Artimis, it's good to see you personally," she says in the same gentle yet domineering voice that rang in his mind.

“H-hello," Artimis stammers as his eyes are locked on her. His heart speeds up as he swallows a lump in his throat, “You look great."

Thrysta gives a small smirk in response, “Thank you. I do try to keep up with appearances. It is vital in my work."

“I can see that. Curious, how much do you charge?"

Thrysta lets out a soft chuckle, “Enough that I feel I am being paid fairly for my services."

“I would love to know. I've always been curious what um something like you would be like."

“Something like me?" she inquires with a subtle hint of annoyance in her voice.

“Sorry, sorry. I didn't mean any offense. Honestly, I've always been so bashful about these things…" he says as he continues to stare at Thrysta's chest.

“Many are. It is rather cute and amusing," she says as she shifts to sit up. Each move her body squeaks as she for the first time reveals the slit between her legs.

“Yeah…," he blushes, “I mean I shouldn't be. Like, why should I be? But then I am. I tell myself. Artimis, you shouldn't be so shy about fucking a toy, but then here I am."

Thrysta's eyes narrow, “What did you call me?" she asks as her voice rings out within Artimis' mind as he feels a shiver run down his spine.

“Ummm… ahhh," he gulps as the door behind him closes with a slam, causing him to jump as Thrysta slips out of the bed as her full massive height becomes evident, giving her a clear five inches in height over the arctic fox.

“Go ahead, tell me. What did you say?" she asks as she takes a step closer, her eyes give a soft blue glow in the dim light.

“T-toy? That isn't what I mean. I mean you clearly look like a toy. Those Toys-4-U toys? I've been in that store once. They had pokémon toys there. So clearly you look like but. But why would a toy own all this?"

“Say toy one more time…" “Say toy one more time…" Thrysta says in his mind by her own mouth as he stiffens.

“Sorry I didn't mean to say toy like th--," he freezes in place as Thrysta's eyes glow bright.

“Well then… if you think that I am such a toy. Perhaps I should toy with you ," she says as the word 'you' echoes into his mind as Artimis finds his gaze drawn into the mewtwo. The soft blue reflecting in his eyes as he stands unmoving.

“I… I…" he mutters.

“Don't worry, you won't be an I for long," Thrysta chuckles as she runs a balled finger along your chin, “Relax…"

“Relax…" Artimis replies as his shoulders slump.

“Good, stay nice and relaxed… for a little while, I will enjoy seeing you squirm," she smirks as she saunters over back to the bed and sits on the bed sheets, “I do enjoy these sheets, but I can always make more," she muses as she runs her balled finger along the bed sheets, which are drawn into her like water being soaked through a sponge.

“W-what are you doing?" Artimis manages to ask as he haplessly watches her, his body so relaxed he can barely move a muscle.

“I'm going to show you how I treat those that call me toy," she remarks, “Don't worry, I've refined my ability to keep you from being turned, but I think a week for each utterance of that word will do? Don't you think?"

Artimis lets out a soft whimper.

“Don't worry despite what I am about to do, I feel you'll enjoy it," she shoots him a sly smirk as all the latex on the bed has been completely absorbed into Thrysta's body leaving nothing but soft memory foam mattress underneath and uncovered feather filled pillows.

“Please…" he mutters softly.

“No need to thank me now, we haven't even started," Thrysta says as she holds her hand over her lap, rubber drips from her balled fingertips like sweat, each drop drips down onto her leg, which wiggles and slides together and within seconds a one foot tall perfectly formed miniature clone of Thrysta is formed.

The little Thrysta stretches and looks up at the larger one, “It's been a while since I did this."

The larger Thrysta responds, “It has been, though it has always been a fun way to play with myself, though not today," she muses as she looks over to Artimis who can't help but look at the miniature mewtwo clone.

“It is, mind if I use you to duplicate myself?" the miniature Thrysta asks the larger.

“Of course, you are me after all."

The miniature Thrysta smiles as her feet sinks a half an inch into Thrysta's thigh, and like an amoeba self-replicating the miniature Thrysta makes one then two, three, four, five perfectly crafted clones of herself. Each jumping down to the ground with a squeak as they walk over to Artimis.

“I'll let you handle the fun, I'll be over later," says Thrysta as she holds up her hand and a thick book flies from a nearby bookshelf and into her hand. She adjusts the pillows on her bed to provide back support as she cracks the book open and lays back to read.

“Wonderful, it's been a while since you had all of you play by ourselves like this," the mini Thrysta says as she levitates in front of Artimis, the little mewtwo runs her fingers across the arctic fox's lips, “Ready to have a bit of fun?"

Artimis lets out a soft whimper as the little two snaps her fingers and the relaxed sensation across his body disappears, “I need to get out of here!" he exclaims as he takes a step back right into one of the other miniature mewtwos which explodes into a liquid blob that wraps around his foot and holds it perfectly in place.

“Ah! What? I am," she shivers as he feels his foot become hyper sexual sensitive. His pants bulge as the slick blue rubber slides up along his foot and leg, wrapping around his clothes making them disappear underneath the rubber, stopping just short of his knee.

The mini Thrysta shakes her head, “Naughty, naughty. You shouldn't run from your punishment, it will only make things worse."

“I didn't mean to call her toy," Artimis says as just as another mini mewtwo wraps herself around his other foot, sliding, clinging, spreading across his leg, as she loses shape and becomes a slick sticky rubber.

“Bad boy, you said the T word again in reference to me again."

Artimis feels a rush of pleasure rush through his legs his member aches in need as it presses against the pants fabric, “Sorry!"

“You will be soon," she says as she floats down to crotch height, his pants unzipper and slide down, as they get consumed by the blue gooey rubber that slides now up to his thighs.

“Get this stuff off of me," Artimis pleads as he reaches down to attempt to push the rubber down his legs, but he only finds his hands slip through the rubber, which has the consistency of a thick glue. He pulls his hands away which are now dripping in the blue rubber, which strands and lands across his body, the rubber around his hands grows tight as his hands are forced into smooth rubber spheres.

“In due time, once your punishment is done, but blue? Blue is too good for you, too dominant, how about pink?" mini Thrysta suggests as the other two floating twos respond.

“I think pink works," says the first.

“Perhaps purple for the belly?" suggests the second.

“Good idea," says the head mini Thrysta.

Thrysta clears her throat, “I am reading, why don't you take this into another room?" says Thrysta as she doesn't even look up as she flips another page with her balled finger.

“Sorry," the three Thrystas respond.

“It's alright. You are forgiven."

“It is always good to forgive yourself," says the mini Thrysta as she looks over to the second mini Thrysta and nods. That mini Thrysta rushes headlong into Artimis chest who flinches at the impact.

Yet when the mini Thrysta hit him, exploding into slick gooey, rubber that wraps around his chest and back, there was no force behind it. It felt more like a gentle breeze blowing across him as the blue rubber shifts to pink, along with the rubber wrapped around now the entirety of his legs. Artimis moans out in pleasure as the air around him feels so teasingly delightful as the slick gooey rubber wraps around neck, forming a blue choker collar that form fits around his neck.

Artimis tries to rub the rubber away but finds it only gooey sticking to new parts of his body as to his surprise a pair of supple breasts form out of the gooey rubber that has now completely enveloped his upper chest, and half of his belly. Perky nipples ache with even greater pleasure as cool air rushes across it.

The arctic fox's throbbing member feels as if it is about to explode in pleasure but a flash of blue glow around his member, he feels as if his ability to hit that climactic release is blocked, but not the pleasure. A long leash sprouts from the choker and lands right in the hands of the head mini Thrysta.

“Come," she commands in voice and in his mind as she tugs on the leash tugging him toward the door. His feet now suddenly free to take that first fateful step, and with it a mini explosion of pleasure so great that if he could cum, he probably would have done so right then and there.

Artimis lets out a soft whine as he takes another step, his legs feel weak, but somehow manage to stay strong enough to remain standing, “I… I…" he moans out more as his cock dribbles copious amounts of pre-cum.

“I said, come," the mini Thrysta commands as she tugs the leash taught pulling him out of the room. Each glorious step was like someone was gently caressing his cock head in its most sensitive and needy moment, the cool air was like that but someone blowing across his needy member, while his new-found nipples on his breasts felt even more sensitive.

“W-wha… what...did… you…." Artimis moans as he takes more steps out of the room and down the long hallway. The soft carpet against what feels like super sensitive bare-naked feed is mind boggling delightful and arousing.

The mini Thrysta stops and turns to face him, “I should explain," “You want this," says the mini Thrysta as mind echoes out into Artimis', “I, all of us, the latex we happen to be made of, is super hyper sensitive, like how sensitive your cock is here… at the highest point," she explains as the other mini Thrysta levitates up to his throbbing cock. The two's small balled fingertips run across his aching member, rubbing the glistening pre-cum all over his head.

“More sensitive than what you are at now, a few times over, as far as I can tell," she says as she tugs the leash forward again, leading him down the hallway, back to that rubber room he first saw. The moment he steps into the room he lets out a loud moan of pleasure as the sensation of the rubber on his feet doubles the hyper pleasure he is already feeling.

“Sorry, forgot to mention, our rubber, or rubber of others like ourselves double that wonderful pleasure you feel. You know, balls, nipples, and mouths, outer female sexes feel three times more normally, shaft, inner sex, prostate, four times, cock head and clits? Five, and that is before the rubber double," mini Thrysta muses as he is tugged to the center of the room as seemingly invisible lights illuminate the room showing off the wonderful black latex in the room and when the door behind him closes he looks to see a solid black rubber wall, as if there was no door at all.

“P-please…" Artimis manages to moan as slick rubber goo shoots from the floor and the ceiling which wraps around his ankles and wrists as he is hoisted a foot up into the air.

“Don't worry, you'll be asking for more soon, and fear not, we will give you a respectful form to enjoy," says the mini Thrysta the pink rubber on his body begins to spread once again, as if feeding off the new source of rubber in the room, it grows and slides across his body, spreading the pleasure, as his feet shift and turn into mewtwo feet. His legs expand and grow, hips widening along with his rump as his tail and belly start to become part of the one constant purple color flow. His member is transformed in a swarm of rubber, his pleasure quintupling within seconds as his new mewtwo cock throbs in the cool air.

His fluffy tail is wrapped and thickened, lengthened to a glorious purple mewtwo rubber tail, matching his wonderful huge hips. Pink rubber slides across his hands and arms as his fingers are soon turned into seemingly useless three balled finger tips, his breasts bounce and jiggle with each moanful air thrust till suddenly he feels a new sensation between his legs, he squeezes, and feels a female sex wink.

Artimis' eyes go wide, “Y-y-y-y-y-y-y," he stammers.

“It is good to be able to pleasure me in whatever way I feel feet, I can shift my form, gender, and provide pleasure in so many ways," the mini Thrysta giggles as the second mini two reaches up and gives Artimis' two balls a firm grope, expressing the mathematical mind blowing delight of three times sensitivity doubled from the rubber two's finger tips.

No matter how high his pleasure gets, how great his arousal grows, his cock and now female sex which drips with unabated lust, begging for more, the climax simply was not there, leaving Artimis to moan and drool in need as the mewtwo's classical second neck sprouts from center of his rubber back and crashes into the back of his head.

“There we go," says the mini Thrysta as the pink second neck, spreads the rubber along the back of Artimis' head, spreading the sensitive rubber, forming a new aching new connection of wanting delight with that second neck as the rubber crawls across his head.

Artimis pants heavily, his balled finger hands clench, almost as useless as if they were in the bondage balls they were originally in. As the slick rubber runs across his face, he feels his sense of what is his head shift and change. The sound of the rubber squeaks around him, his own breathing shifts upwards as his new mewtwo ears form, his facial features slowly smooth and nullify as the rubber crawls over his muzzle like caramel being poured over a twix in a candy factory, followed by the delicious layer of chocolate that hides away every other detail that he had.

Artimis lets out one final moan as his featureless smooth mewtwo face forms over him completely, leaving just a single delightful drooling fuck hole of a mouth and two small pin size holes for nostrils which he can also breath though. Deep girlish moans soon emanate from his mouth as the mini Thrysta leader goes up and gently runs her balled fingertips over his hole. The pleasure of her touching his hole was explosively good. Artimis' pink cock throbbed hard, now drooling light pink translucent gizz which gets absorbed into the floor the moment it hits it.

“My, my, you do look good, with such a delightful mouth you have there," says the mini Thrysta as she tugs on the leash, “But perhaps you need to feel and see yourself," she muses as her eyes glow as his vision suddenly splits into three.

Artimis moans out as his sense of self is suddenly split between three bodies. Massive amounts of pleasure equal to what he currently feels is now tripled as he feels the hyper sexual sensitive bodies of the other two mini Thrystas who levitate around him, viewing his sleek purple rump, with bright hot pink rubber body.

“That's the thing about us. We always feel this way. We have a special latex that creates this delightful mind-blowing pleasure. If we didn't give you a hint of protection right now, you'd cum your mind away. Though I say we, I really mean me, Thrysta. The one back in the room reading my book. Each mini me is connected to me, part of me. I feel what they feel, they think on their own but is also my mind. Separate yet connected. A wonderful ability, but that is not all I can do. Far above what some mere toy like you can do," Thrysta's words ring out into his mind.

Artimis shivers as he looks at his luscious sexual features that increase his own needy arousal. His body quakes as the visions are then reverted back to simply himself as the lead mini Thrysta floats before him, her sex dripping with blue sexual liquids as she moves over to place her sex right up to his O ring lips.

“Are you ready to serve?"

Artimis moans out aching for more as his body squeaks against the bondage.

“Hmm, perhaps we need to add to the fun, and get you prepared," says the mini Thrysta as the rubber bondage around his ankles and wrists shift at the points of connection in the room. The one's over his head don't move but he sees the ones bound to the floor attach to his ankles slide across the room as if they were truly being held underneath the rubber as if was water, but as quickly as the rubber shifts, it reverts to normal.

Artimis' feet are pulled up, out at first as he's held ever more perpendicular, letting his cock hang below, as his fat pink tail wiggles helplessly. Soon the rubber bands are now over head, his body hogtied from the ceiling, his rubber tail held between the four rubber bands, which latch out small tendrils to keep his two tail firmly in place and his body exposed to the two mini twos that hover below him.

“Does that feel better?" mini Thrysta asks as he gently swings over them.

Artimis moans softly, as he desperately tries to find ways to put words to his thoughts, but the crashing waves of pleasure against his mind makes it a momentous task that he is not able to do so. He is simply a hyper sexual bimbo two drone mess of pure lustful pleasure, eager to get off, with an ever-growing desire to get off, by any means necessary.

“I'll take that as a yes," says mini Thrysta as she hovers perpendicular two his mouth, keeping the same position she had to him when he was held straight up.

Artimis smells the delightful rubber mewtwo sex moving in close to his lips, his faceless gaze focuses on the crotch, seemingly unable or unwilling to look away as she holds herself a hairs breadth away.

“Lick" “Lick. You want to lick. Lick." Mini Thrysta commands with the voice whispering into his mind as his thick pink mewtwo tongue slips out of his fuck hole and runs across the small mewtwo's crotch, tasting the faintest bits of her delightful flavor, but is also rewarded with the mind-blowing pleasure his body now provides him. He feels as if his tongue is an aching cock rubbing against the sex of a hot woman, eager to have him.

“That's it drone. Lick."

Artimis licks again as he tries to press his head against the crotch but finds himself unable to do so as the mini Thrysta places a hand on his head, easily overpowering any forward motions he can give.

“You like that don't you? Licking me? Serving me? Tasting me? The fact I called you drone? Would you like that? Would you like to be a drone? Till your time is up? Just say the words… or moan out in delight at the thought, and it will be so." “You want it. Be a drone. Obedient Drone Two."

Artimis shivers as he tries to grasp the thoughts in his head. He struggles to form the thought, the opinion of what he would want, the pleasure crashing against his mind like a hurricane.

“A happy. Mindless two, for a couple of weeks. Hardly a punishment I'd say. But then, I am rather kind with my punishments," min Thrysta muses as the second mini Thrysta wraps her mouth around Artimis' cock and gives it a firm long suckle, easily taking the whole length into her mouth and body as she stretches around it to have it all.

Artimis unleashes a deep wanting moan, hips bucking as he squeaks against the rubber. His body swings from side to side as suddenly Artimis feels his mind grow blank. The pleasure is all he can think about. All he...it can feel. It can't think. It feels too good. It serves. It fucks. It is a pleasure drone."

The head mini Thrysta rubs her balled fingertips along the drone's head. She gently pets the head with a squeak as the new two-drone happily laps at the mini Thrysta's still dripping sex. “I thought you would like that. Now you can focus on the pleasure. Focus on the delight. Focus on service on what it truly means to be nothing more than an object. ** You will see the difference between me, and a **toy that you won't make that mistake again," mini Thrysta muses.

The drone feels the delightfulness of servitude. Artimis there, but his mind is “turned off" for the time being as he focuses on simply the pleasure before it. It's needed to fuck, to service, to feel the joy of a well-deserved climax, to obey as it is told was all it needed. The stress of being lost? Gone. The stress of what it had to do before coming here? Gone. Work? Gone. All that is left is bliss.

The mini Thrysta runs her tail along the underside of the drone's drooling two chin, “Now, I think it will be fun to show how talented I am. With my other self-down below, doesn't that sound wonderful?"

“Say Yes," the mini Thrysta commands into its mind.

“Yes," moans the drone as it licks and suckles the mini Thrysta's sex. The other two's hands caress and massage the drone's pink balls. The mini two taking all of its cock into her body, as she soon doubles in size, slurping and draining his member of the endless drip of his rubber pre-cum.

The lower Thrysta caresses his balls in his hands, squeezing them, causing the drone to buck against her mouth as she effortlessly suckles with an expert tongue coil touch. Her huge mewtwo tail rubs and grinds between the drone's legs, causing more pleasure points to explode over its body and wash over its mind, yet no climax comes.

Higher and higher the drone's arousal grows as it does as it is commanded. Licking the two's sex. Fucking the two's mouth, squeezing its sex, as the two's tail grinds against it. Then the larger Thrysta pulls her head back till the drone's pink cock comes out with a loud squeaky pop. Pink and blue juices strand between Thrysta's lips and the aching member.

“Let's show you a few mind games drone," says the larger Thrysta as the mini Thrysta smirks as she presses her crotch hard against the drone's lips. As the larger Thrysta wraps her lips around the drone's cock, a cock pushes into the drone's needy fuck hole of a mouth.

With every inch that the lower Thrysta takes, another inch grows from the higher Thrysta, deeper and deeper into his aching mouth, down into his throat as the larger mini Thrysta soon deepthroats him.

The drone doesn't contemplate what Thrysta is doing, but it is enjoying it. Simply focusing on the pleasure as his cock spurts out pre-cum, only to feel a spurt of pre-cum be shot into his throat at the same time, yet clearly, he can feel the cock in the two's mouth. It is subtly different, just enough for the drone to know where it is, while at the same time, it feels as if it is giving itself a wonderful blow job.

Slowly the larger mini Thrysta pulls her head back and the cock lodged down its throat pulls back as well. The mini Thrysta keeps her female sex grinding against the drone's fuckable hole. The drone's tongue follows the cock, licking the tip as it feels the same sensation down below at its cock, till the tongue is no longer licking the cock tip that feels like it's cock but the hot dripping sex of the female mewtwo before it.

The larger Thrysta's lips pop off of the pink drone two cock with a delight, licking her lips before repeating the process, forcing the drone two to experience the delightful sensation all over again, and again, and yet again. Several minutes of this go by, as the drone two is completely and utterly assaulted by new extreme levels of pleasure that would have made anyone else pass out from sensory overload, but yet, it continues, growing faster, stronger, hotter, better/

The larger mini Thrysta pulls her lips off of the cock one last time before shifting herself around so her hot blue vent grinds along the underside of the drone's member, and at the same time as the Thrysta tail has continuously grinded and teased its sex, it suddenly feels as if a cock pushes out of the two tail, and the length grinds along its sex exactly like what Thrysta is doing now.

The larger mini Thrysta runs her balled fingertips along the drone's member, pressing it harder along her warm dripping, squeaky vent till she shifts herself till the drone's cock tip is pressed right into the opening of her sex.

Down between the drone's legs, it too feels that same cock press against its folds, quadrupling the level of pleasure it is feeling, yet strangely Thrysta's tail doesn't shift or change. It seems to move separate, independently of the cock pressing against its folds. It is like the cock formed from the tail is its own separate entity pushing out of a river of rubber, doing what is doing despite what happens around it.

With a single hard thrust, Thrysta forces the drone's cock into her body, and a second cock thrusts hard into its needy new virgin vaginal hole. If the drone had eyes to close, it would do it now, yet unblinkingly it stares at the mini Thrysta in front of it, looking into her glowing domineering eyes, feeling her controlling touch. While the drone's tongue dove into her squeezing milking sex, which despite her size and the size of its tongue, managed to take it without an issue.

As the larger mini Thrysta rides the drone's cock, forcing it to feel the sensation that makes the drone think it is fucking itself, the mini Thrysta in front of him suddenly creates two six-inch tall mini Thrystas out of herself. The mini Thrysta feels lighter than before but no less forceful as the two mini twos float down and wrap themselves onto the drone's plump heavy pink breasts which are much larger the two mewtwos that were just spawned. There they latch onto and squeeze the drone's breasts, suckling the nipples to add just more points of pleasure that no living being should be able to handle, but with no other thoughts on the drone's mind, all of its mind is focused on the task at hand and the boundless pleasure it feels, its body ready to burst at a moment's notice, at the will of Thrysta that controls it.

Endlessly pleasured by the now four Thrystas the lead mini Thrysta pressed up against his lips, stares into where the drone's eyes would be if it wasn't simply a featureless pink rubber mirror giving the Thrysta a poor reflection of herself in the drone's shiny smooth muzzle. The largest Mini Thrysta pounds and rides the drone's cock with great delight as the drone feels the mimic cock pound into its squeeky, squeazingly tight hot dripping sex.

The command Thrysta muses, showing complete control, complete restraint, showing enjoyment in the mind-boggling levels of pleasure that she too is receiving yet, is as calm as the book the drone last saw the true Thrysta reading.

“Cum" “Cum, Cum, Cum, CUM!" Thrysta commands, the words echoing into the drone's mind as the lock is broken and flood gates are released. Its female sex unleashes hot juices while his cock unloads a tidal force of hot rubber cum.

The drone within moments feels its own hot male mewtwo drone cum redirected and shot right back into its body through its needy sex. The hot seed recycled back to where it belongs, stuffed into one of its holes.

The hot female juices though are absorbed and psychically transported to the head mini Thrysta who happily shares in the taste of the drone's first climax of its new several week-long life that it was about to have. The words cum, continue to echo in the drone's mind, and the drone continues to cum. The pleasure so built up, so continuous there was no way to let the delight lull, to keep it from not happening. Like a cum fountain it was shoved back into the drone, and used over and over again, fueling its seemingly endless climax so that it may never end.

The drone's balls feel so tight, drained, empty of every bit of cum, but its body knew what to do to continue to supply the demand of seed that the command given to it requires. A sexual perpetual motion machine that just goes on and on, with ever funneling source of fuel from the very source that gave it out.

The drone drinks and enjoys every moment of it. It had no other thought in its head than these moments. Its body ached but it felt never better than before, and the next moment was even more so.

“Enough," commands the mini Thrysta, “Stop. Good Drone. No more cumming," the voice echoes in its mind as if turning off a spigot the climax abruptly stops. The last bits of rubber cum are drained from its member, and shot back into it, the last drips of female juices are dripped down its fuck hole of a throat, letting the drone savor the last bits of it, while the hyper sexual pleasure simply, never ended. It was just there, always arousing, always pleasurable.

The mini Thrystas pull away as the bondage of the hog tight is shifted around so it is standing straight back up. The drone pants loudly, tired, yet still wanting so much more as its member continues to throb and its female sex burns in delight.

“I think that will do," the mini Thrysta leader says as the rubber bondage from the room shifts again, first pulling the drone back onto its feet, and then holding its arms behind its back, forming a sleek shiny black rubber arm binder that wraps around and holds its tail in the same tight bondage, forcing the drone's holes to remain exposed and keep its chest puffed outwards.

The mini Thrysta levitates over to it and once again grabs the leash and tugs the drone forward, “Come drone. Time to show you to me," she says as the door reveals itself, as it is taken down the hallway.

Step by step the drone feels the same blissful pleasure it felt before, the desire to cum and climax already in the forefront of its empty mind, as it is led back into Thrysta's chambers. There the drone sees it is now late afternoon, the sun nearly set, and Thrysta is turning the final page of her book. She looks up at the drone with a smile.

“I hope you enjoyed yourself. We have several more weeks to go, and I have a few friends who will enjoy you," she muses as the mini Thrystas latch the leash to the bedpost.

“He was a lot of fun, and he is enjoying himself a lot," says the lead mini Thrysta.

“I know," Thrysta muses as the mini Thrystas slip back into the main Thrysta as if diving into whatever, and as they do the rubber bed sheets are restored to their former glory. Thrysta stretches as she slips off the bed with a squeak, “It's been a long day for me drone. I hope you don't mind waiting there as I go get a bite to eat. I think some authentic Sushi sounds good," she says as she blinks out of existence, teleported thousands of miles away as she is Japan, at her favorite sushi restaurant. Leaving the Artimis there, eagerly waiting for its next use.