FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

In the face of countless cycles, could you even define “mortality” anymore? If you had to guess, it would be “the cessation of life”, or perhaps less eloquently, “when one’s physical vessel sustains so much damage, it cannot uphold the biological processes which prosper the illusion of a continuous, linear existence.” However, in the face of endless cycles, mortality was more relative than you had once thought. You had long since forgotten where you had come from. If you had to guess, you’d answer “somewhere far away.”, though you could never point in any direction from which you had possibly hailed from in particular. You gripped your sharpened spear tighter with calloused hands as you crawled along in a stagnant pipe. The meandering through ways were your only respite between bouts of weightlessness in a gravitational lax that you had both grown used to yet found impossible to conceive. At times, you both blessed and cursed your mind. With every death your body endured, it once again reminded you of your ill equipped fragility in a hostile animal world. The memories you kept made you sharper, faster, appending quicker endeavors and keener instincts. Yet, the memories you saved tended to overwrite those of your home. Every time you woke from the slaughter, your survival skills and intuition selectively adapted priority over comparatively useless things like the faces of your loved ones.

With a quick instinctive flash your arm lunged out and grasped at one of the fluttering amoeba-like things that inhabited this metal hell. After a bout of starvation you had wisened up to your only reliable source of food in this desolate complex. The flesh was tender and moist, bursting into your mouth as your teeth effortlessly punctured the plush cell membrane. The ripe cell innards were salty like vinegar, with a bitter aftertaste. After having foraged enough however, you had discovered their faint murmur of sweetness. Your head rushed and your sinuses began to pound and ache as the fresh cytoplasm soaked your esophagus. Your brainstem tingled as it felt like the soured eukaryotic honey tried to fill you with memories. Did you ever have friends? A family? As long as you can remember you’ve always been alone, always lived among these lands, somewhere. Memory can be a fickle thing.

The cycles didn’t seem to follow you here, or at least the rains didn’t. Despite the terror of being caught in the deluge, their lack of routine punctuation made you feel out of time and out of place. After being accustomed to such consistency, what should’ve been a relief was more of an ominous dread. The apparent timelessness was disturbing, and you had sought to leave the structure as soon as you could find a way out that didn’t involve passing through the nightmare of carnivorous reptilians, sheer drops, and… dark terrors of a macrocellular nature that despaired you to no end. The only way forward was up. Even with the turgid pelt of lizard flesh you wore as clothing, the cystic beasts you were unlucky enough to face had dissolved it within moments of contact. Your delicate skin fared much worse against them. As time wore on within the desolate superstructure, what little you had to wear was slowly disintegrating. Bits and pieces were clawed away and were sacrificed to escape the midnight blue nightmares which crept along your trail with unusual persistence. You were desperate for anything else you could hunt and kill for food and pelt. You felt no trust towards the hide of those slithering cysts, and trusted their nutritional merit even less. Though of course, that was folly assuming one could be struck down that easily. Regardless, the need for fresh garments plagued you. Even though you lived as an animal, you knew you never could be one as evidenced by the shame for your nakedness.

So far, your only companion along your journey has been a small tarnished totem. The ancient yet gilded device liked to hover closeby, with the shimmering ruby center reminding you of an eye of a formerly great beast. For the time being you had stowed it away within your garments, learning from unfortunate experience that the subtle hum of its levitation was enough to attract those roaming abscesses. The sounds of their grossly squelching tentacles and black trembling pustules had been burned into your brain from exposure. However, you could feel the device shivering and shaking within your makeshift pocket, trying to erupt within your garb the higher you rose. To make matters worse, the structure itself seemed to stir with greater unrest as the device grew more feverish. The frequent buzzing gave animus to the synthetic as you could swear you heard (felt really) the thundering pound of a colossal heartbeat grow in pace with the drone’s own vibrational wailing. An unsteady dread grew in your gut as you tried to piece together what could be making your only companion shudder in such frequent alarm.

You ascended up through the pinnacle as you careened your weightless body off of lipid structures and arteries that danced along the incalculable patterns streaming across every wall. The patterns strobing along assaulted your eyes with an endless barrage of raw data that ached your skull just by viewing. Your body tremored and shook with the monumentality. You felt your digits quivering, threatening to release your only form of defense as you hurtled towards what you hoped would be your freedom and the chance to live another cycle. Your brows furrowed in an instinctive confusion before you even were conscious of the apparent paradox. In such an alien place, you heard language. Familiar language. Something forgotten and distant within your skull stirred as your latent neurons tried to remember what it was even like to understand spoken word again. How long had it been since you hard recognized anything but your own animal shrieks, grunts, and howls? Your temples pounded against your every cell and vessel, perhaps it was your feast of those memory cells earlier that fueled your recognisance? As you eavesdropped just outside the oncoming room, with a remarkable clarity you were able to make out… surprisingly contemporary speech.

“Just strafe right. Strafe right… right..! Voids below! Suns, did your directional trigonomic coordinators all fry themselves last cycle!?”

The agitated voice rang out, albeit slightly muffled by the plated metal walls. All of a sudden you felt a stark nostalgia painfully tear through your chest, memories of your former friends and modern life flashing in and out of recall in an instant. In that fleeting infantesimal moment, you couldn't help but mourn the simple beauty of a former life lost. Just as soon as the memetic rush came, the resuming banter shook you out of your stupor, forcing you to attention.

“Haha pebbs ur just mad that Suns can’t play as well when they’re not plappin ur ass~!”

This voice was more distant, more electronic sounding than the already synthesized voice you had made out earlier. Was this an ongoing call of sorts? You were surprised you were able to remember what that was. As your curiosity piqued, you couldn’t help but stick your head inside the connecting tunnel and peer through, desperate for the answers to questions you weren’t even sure you had asked yet.

“It would do you well to shove it Sig. You act as if I routinely lose to Suns.”

Blindingly surprised, you were able to just barely make out an illuminated screen projected on the back of the room, taking up all available tiled space as your eyes adjusted to the sudden artificial brightness. You heard an intimately memorable noise of button mashing as an oddly familiar top down 3D view was shown on screen. It was… too familiar. Tactile recollection flooded your brain as you remembered the feeling of computer keys under your fingers, your tensing muscles barely stopping yourself from falling in time. Your hands quivered and faltered your grip on the pipe and your spear, body subsumed by a sea of emotions.

“No no, I have the stats pulled up here Pebbles. He’s right, I’ve got approximately a 3:1 win loss ratio on you. Sorry~”

The smell of hot air blowing out from overworked computer fans flooded your olfactory senses as your head peeked tentatively out of the gateway. Your heart pounded as you remembered what you had lost lifetimes ago. Could this be? Were you finally coming home?

“What? Suns, you’re not serious, correct? Immediately share this data so I may recount it!”

A calcified mechanical arm swayed and swiveled the entity into view. Your heart sank. They weren’t human. You were still stuck in this endless hell. The entity in question was what you could only describe as a mechanical automaton, something hailing from your former conception of science fiction. Though, you had seen too much during your time here for that term to carry any weight or meaning.

“Alright, if you so wish~”

The being you could make out continued to sway in likely indignation. Their metallic skin was a saturate rosy pink collection of glossy synthetic plating, though the majority was obscured by a vivid orange robe, the intricately designed cloth fluttering like a deep sea cnidarian in the waters of antigravity.

“Hey-y-y friends-! I [could] u-use some…[...]… h-h-help over h-here-re-!”

You finally got a glimpse of the automaton’s face bathed in the bright blue of the filtered interlaced light. It was entirely mechanical, the majority being taken up with a single large facial plate, with some yellow ovoid decals sitting just above where the brows should be. Instead of ears, something almost resembling headphones dominated the sides of his head, with razor sharp antennae standing erect from the top center from each lobe.

“Sig, would it have been possible for you to send Moon a better PING rate along with your slag keys? Or did you absolutely need to fill all the neuron data with 16 different redundancies?”

His moonlight white eyes were lidded yet engaged, clearly a bit frustrated, but otherwise focused. They glowed faintly in the dark room, an edge of light creeping past his robotic scowl, or was it an expression of neutrality? Boredom? Without any other facial indications of expression, it was hard to tell, but the way his dexterous hands fluttered in forced restraint along the computer keys, he appeared to be caught within some inner turmoil, or perhaps mild contempt.

“Peb-bles y-you di-di-di-di-di-”

As the feminine yet horribly lagged and staggered voice disconnected with a strangely familiar chime, you heard him emit a sigh, or at the very least a synthesized one. You felt… well it was hard to tell what you were feeling at this point anymore. All expectations had been shattered. You weren’t home despite this being the closest to it you’ve ever gotten. You weren’t with other people despite somehow being able to make out spoken language again - albeit somewhat distorted by digital processing. You stalled in the pipe as you watched on rather voyeuristically, not sure how to approach any part of this bewildering reality. To make matters worse, you felt… strange looking on without their apparent knowledge of your presence. Especially since - rather frighteningly - you found the small mechanical humanoid to be… a little cute. It truly had been too long without human companionship.

“...Oh no.. she disconnected… again. Tragic really.”

His long robe fluttered upwards as the mechanical arm maneuvering him through the gravityless atmosphere suddenly turned and rotated him upside down directly in front of your view. You heard him let out a huff, even his artificial breath chock full of angst. Your eyes trailed along his clothing up to his surprisingly plush thighs and feet, which were obscured by… white stockings interspersed with thin pink stripes. Huh. Why did you suddenly remember the concept of “gaming socks.”? Your face flushed as his mechanical lower appendages idly swished from side to side, their movements absentmindedly kicking apart the robe from beneath him. For a brief moment you swore you spied some white lace tucked between his thighs. Of all things you were feeling, overwhelmingly you weren’t expecting to feel like a pervert.

“You know pebbs… if it bothers you so much you could always try to send an upgrade package yourself~ Maybe a little messenger with a *huge*~... signal dish to help her out~”

The entity scowled as the midnight indigo darkness rapidly shifted to a much redder deep magenta hue. Suddenly, the air stalled, then reversed. You realized for the first time since being weightless, you felt the air rushing down. Air… moving… You weren’t weightless anymore, and you were quickly losing your grip. You had forgotten how heavy you truly were under normal gravitational conditions.

“Hahaha. Very funny. Need I remind you what happened the last time I tried to genetically-”

With a painful echoing thud you hit the floor, your spear clattering to your side with a loud clamor. At least it was better than landing atop it. You groaned and clutched your chest as your ribs recoiled from the harsh impact against the cold and sturdy floor tile. A labored breath hissed into your windless lungs as you sucked in air through gritted teeth.

“W-What? Oh not now I can’t deal with more creatures n- oh…”

You blinked your bleary eyes against the sudden flood of light. The darkness had been subsumed by an artificial sky white. It reminded you of the sterility of LED overheads. Squinting against the harshness, there he stood in front of you, an indecipherable look on his face.

“Wh-What are you…?” You managed to gasp out. His face flashed with shock and impossible emotion as his widened eyes scanned your resting form, not leaving your figure for even a moment as you righted yourself.

“Well now, what do we have here? Not quite a beast but… well you don’t appear particularly intelligent, but maybe thinking perhaps. Most beasts require a mark of communication but you… hmm…” He mused with a befuddled tone, head tilting to the side. He wasn’t speaking to you so much as he was speaking to himself. Your eyes were locked together, thoughts racing equally as quick in one mind to the next, a stalemate of curiosity met. The moment didn’t last long.

“Heyyyyyy pebbs~? What are ya doing? Havin a jerk off sesh~? We’re in the middle of a campaign~!”

‘Pebbs’ looked at the screen, then back to you, then hastily back to the screen again, touching an index and middle finger to one side of his headset-like cranial apparatus. A small beep echoed at the pressure, and he shifted his fingers on the stubbed cylindrical lobe once more.

“...Sorry. GTG for a moment all. I have to deal with an intruding… vermin.”

His lids hastily lowered with a barely audible click as he shot daggers with his eyes. Panicked, you rushed upright to grab your spear, the aching pain of your torso be damned. Before your second hasty stride could even make contact, you felt your body freeze unnaturally, stomach churning in discomfort. You were suddenly being lifted upwards towards a second exit pipe on the ceiling.

“So. You’re the little interloper my Observers have been picking up on. Cute. But you’re disturbing my time. If you don’t mind, you’ll be leaving now. Take the exit shaft please. Head west until you find the deepest chasm possible to witness and then throw yourself off it. Don’t come back. I’m very busy.”

As you felt your body lurch upwards in a sickeningly quick motion, you couldn’t help but cry out in protest, your larynx burning as your seldom used vocal cords hoarsely flared to life, erupting with a vitality you once thought lost to time.

“H-Hey st-stop-! Please you’re the first p-person? I’ve come across in cycles! I-I just want to know who you are… a-and where I am!”

Just before your face made unfortunately quick contact with the wall next to the maintenance shaft mere inches away, your body froze mid ascent. Every molecule suddenly shuddered to a halt as if your every atom had been stopped in place. Not even a single strand of hair so much as grazed your flesh. A frigid shudder traveled down your spine. It was the only definite motion you could truly feel, as even your heart seemed to stall. A long pause settled in an uncomfortable silence, interrupted only by the gentle tremors of a slow yet momentous heartbeat surrounding you both.

“... … … ...actually. Hmm… It’s been a while something - or perhaps someone… thinking… and speaking… has visited. Yes. It has been quite some time since I’ve had more than little beasts as company. Hmm…~ Perhaps I can get some use of you after all~”

Very slowly you could feel your mass beginning to lower. Though instead of the sensation of falling through lesser gravity, it was as if an invisible lasso was tugging your every particle down simultaneously. Your limbs felt chilled and lifeless, unable to move in the stone cold grip. You descended with unnaturally steady surgical precision. It was a perversion of the laws of physics, and uncomfortably disarming.

Your feet finally touched down rigidly with an uncomfortable heft and jolt, and it was then you realized that the humanoid animatronic was… actually quite small. His body was 4 feet tall at the most, and while you had never been particularly tall as far as you could remember - you may have even been considered short - you felt like you towered over him. Unblinkingly, he gazed up at you unphased. If anything, you were the one who was intimidated.

Wordlessly, he strode over to a plush chair of sorts. His bonelike articulating limb whirred and tracked along the side of the room as he walked with a multitude of red and blue cabled wires flowing from the back of his cranium. They dragged along close behind, packed into a dense umbilical that snaked its way to the center of the floor. He sat with a casual huff, yanking his chord out of the way as he got comfortable. The cloth furniture sighed and hissed as a collection of minuscule rubber orbs absorbed the small impact of his weight. He sat aside the cordless keyboard and propped it up against the baglike chair, next to what appeared to be a small collection of colored pearls. Why did it all seem so familiar somehow? Had you once owned something similar? The tingling in your brainstem was starting to die out, and your memories stagnated once more as recollection of reality from so many lifetimes ago was withering. You needed more of those memory cells. You wanted to hold on and remember what your original life was… what it came to be. At the very least, perhaps you could make better memories and not be as alone anymore.

The machine hummed at you, realizing that you had just been blankly staring at him for the duration of your silent crisis. He looked at you with his unchanging lidded expression, his gaze drifting to the floor as he gestured you to… to sit perhaps? It was worth a try you supposed, and you slowly had a seat down in front of him. Your eyes met, looking face to face, only this time from your floor bound vantage he was the one looming over you.

“Hmm.. smarter than you look.” he breathed with a tinge of unmistakable smugness. His eyes curled slightly at their sides, in what you could only impossibly describe as the vestiges of a crude and plotting smile.

“You… thinking creature. I will ask you to be quiet and obedient as I speak. If you wish to engage in trivial pleasantries later, I may be willing to let you. On the condition of your immediate compliance.”

You weren’t fond of the haughtiness he exuded with every syllable. At this point however, after thinking you’d be forever adrift in a cycle of life and death without any companionship to speak of, just listening to actual speech from another being felt like aurally tasting only the sweetest of honeysuckle words. You nodded in agreement to his terms, to which he hummed in acknowledgement.

“You… you’re different from anything I’ve met before. As far as I can tell your genetic makeup is nowhere to be found in my database, nor do you resemble any known beast or any creature so much as rumored or prophesied about. Yet, from that burning feeling within you I can tell you’re now just the same as all of us. You have the same problem as everyone else, from the microbes in the processing strata to me, who is, if you excuse me, godlike in comparison. We all want a way out…”

His eyes glazed over a bit, as if he had given this particular mantra breath more times than he’d like to count, mind lost in a repetitive haze. However, his simulated respiration briefly caught in his nonexistent throat as a small glimmer of dark recognition burned through his mental fog. He took a more relaxed position as he continued, coyly leaning his face against his hand as he began again.

“However you… mmm yes. You’re straddling the waypoint of your desires, the precipice of your mortal instinctive attachments. You’ve been without companionship for so long for a creature who is born into social bonds. All the sadder for one who is… potentially a bit more than your average beast,” He paused thoughtfully, “...I assume. Now, after being without the slightest whisper of comradery, you can no longer distinguish social pleasantry from animal lust… if… *that*... is anything to go by~”

With a slight nudge of his soft clothed foot, he grazed the straining bulge between your legs. Your tip felt just the slightest touch of his surprisingly warm digits through your worn and scrap ridden lizard hide clothes. He had aimed for a particularly thin area of your makeshift scale leather garments, his eyes lidded in a devilish pleasure as his idle movements clouded any direct intention to provoke. You jolted to try and hide your embarrassingly firm erection through your flimsy clothes, the warmth of red shock creeping up your face. Horrified, you realized that you hadn’t even felt the growing hot bloodrush. It was possible that you had been this ragingly aroused since the onset. The thought mortified you. Based on his aura of crude pompousness, that was very likely the case. He smiled with his eyes in return, humming teasingly as he continued.

“Well, it can’t be helped, can it? We’re all beasts in the end, even for someone as godlike as myself. Even I am a purposed organism, though you probably haven’t the slightest idea what that means. To say it in a way you’d understand: I was made to one day create the solution to this great problem we share, with you as the unknowing recipient, and I as the begrudging gift. As for everything you’ve been crawling around in and dirtying up? Well. This here,” he - the automaton - gestured towards his humanoid body, “this is what my creators made so they - and now you I suppose - could feel more comfortable interacting with me. What you see in front of you is only the tiny extremity of a colossal presence. One that your simple mind could not hope to comprehend.”

As he spoke, his white and pink striped stocking clad foot came back to ever so slightly brush your hardened member a second time. He was clearly trying to elicit a more basal reaction in you. You pushed him away with your hand this time, and he huffed with soft indignation at that.

“I see that the flowery language is too broad for your limited cognitive abilities to grasp. To put it bluntly. What you’ve been eating has been parts of me. What you’ve been living in has been parts of me. And what you’ve been dirtying up with your generally… sullied body, has been me.”

He scowled as he continued, your eyes widening in equal measure as his narrowed. You felt your heart sink deep into your bowels as his contempt laced words melted your understanding with their gravity.

“O-Oh I-I-I’m so sorry I-I-I-! Please forgive mpgh-!”

Before you could hoarsely blabber out more apologies, he swiftly brought his silk adorned toes to your lips in a single calculated stride. He curled the tips of his quilted digits softly against your tender flesh as he shut up your final muffled whimper. It was an action brought by an iron fist in a velvet glove, or rather, a metallic foot in a soft thigh high stripy sock. Once he hushed you up, he continued, keeping his foot rested just below your nose. While he let you get acquainted with his left appendage, his right came back to graze and tease your poorly packed bulge. It was at this moment with a striking realization that you became aware of his distinctly pungent scent. It was soft and mellow, but finally uniquely noticeable over the stench of your own ashamedly unwashed body.

“You see, I wasn’t built with any sort of sanitation ward in mind. What little I had in the way of hygienic comforts has long since degraded from the weathering of time. If I had anything of the sort running, I’d usher you over there immediately,” he scowled at you in particular at the mention, “...That being said, I’m unused to feeling this unclean myself. In a bygone era, I was washed up now and then by my creators as part of their silly rituals, but that was so long ago. If I recall correctly it was to help ensure the purity of the body? It’s been many many cycles since then, so many I can’t even bother to care.”

As if to emphasize his point, with a sudden dexterous movement, he curled the toes surrounding your erection with a mechanically perfect accuracy. You shuddered as for the briefest moment you were able to feel the curved definition of his padded tips clutching your head between the silken barrier. As humiliating as it was, you could barely stifle the soft whine that managed to seep past the foot resting over your mouth. His eyes smiled, pleased with the reaction he was able to solicit from you. However, you could tell that this vague vestige of a grin was laced with a darker, likely more sadistic emotion… probably. It was hard to tell past the facial plating.

“Whatever the case may be, I long for such a ritual again. You see, my little beast fueled by basal desire, my interior was made with perfect sterility in mind. Nothing was to get in or out without vigorous hygienic decontamination. Now, thanks to loathsome and pestilent beings like yourself slinking past my exterior, plunging through my insulated walls, and violating my fragile entrails, I’ve taken on a lot of… filth. I don’t particularly like that - or you - for that matter.”

His voice took on a touch of a darkened tone, and he withdrew his teasing digits from your member, his gaze ever steady and unblinking. He brought his now freed right foot up to rest on the top of his plush seat, the dark sea algae blue contrasting drastically against the rest of his body and garb. His orange cloak breezed out of the way as he lifted his leg, and you were once again privy to the shaded flash of white silk beneath. The darkness of the bag chair outlined the pink and white striped brightness of his clothed leg perfectly as his thigh and knee were brought up closely to his chest. He watched you intently as his hands began to fiddle with the base of the stocking at his thigh. The material smoothly glided down fold after fold as he slowly but surely removed the garment inch by inch.

You tried to readjust your body to hide your stiffness once more, however as you did so, the small little survey drone that had taken such a liking to you finally erupted from the lizard pelt. It had battered its way through from a hole it managed to gnaw via its manic shaking, the singed opening still hot to the touch. Five Pebbles in a shock looked to the drone, his hands stalling in his stupor. His darkened tone was briefly overtaken by a supple curiosity, before dissolving into an even deeper contempt.

“...ah there’s that Citizen ID of yours, I was wondering where you were hiding it. The one my overseers have been alerting me to nonstop? The one you intend to use to masquerade as one of my citizens?” He shifted the foot on your face, bringing it up as he ground down his heel into your features with a punishing firmness. The softness of his socks wasn’t enough to temper the weight of his metallic pedal casing. Despite his robotic limbs being lighter than you first thought, they could also come down with a surprising heft. Such a display brought with it a gentle reminder of your possession of nerves, pain receptors, and in general your own destructibility.

“I shall perform my duty as an Iterator and resync it to my structure. In return, you will take up the responsibilities and obligations to me that come with that…”

With that, he began to slide down the last remainder of his right stocking, vexingly stalling just at his heel. He proceeded to peel off the last few inches tantalizingly slowly, flexing his soles mere inches from your face as his toes curled in unison. You found yourself drooling at the teasing display, the shame of your debased instincts unmistakably perceptible - much to his perverted sense of amusement. With a last taunting flex, the striped stocking came away with his naked digits mere micrometers from your brow. The view of his anatomy was one to be marveled, and you felt your body seize at the sight.

You couldn’t help but ogle the craftiness and ingenuity of the robotic body, your eyes trailing from the tips of his toes all the way to what was tantalizingly hidden under his cloak. Struts and plates and padded casing all sat carefully placed along every curve, as silicone and rubber outlined his every crevice. You were almost tempted to move your leg to his and compare the beauty of your anatomical similarities, finding a great elegance to how his carapace broke off into similarly branched muscle groups, allowing flexibility through articulating joints and elastic silicone seams and rubber insulation. However, the machine had something else in mind. He draped the sock over your eyes, caressed your cheek with it, but second guessed fitting it in your mouth, tempted to place it somewhere on your person. Finally, after finding no better place for it, he digitally signed and settled for loosely tying it around your neck.

He withdrew his still sock clad heel from your face, replacing it with his now freed right foot as it cupped your left cheek, feeling the astoundingly warm padding at the base of his digits softly prodding at your tender flesh. You were struck by the surprising heated softness of his toe tips and soles, assuming they’d be cold, hardened, plated carapace. Instead, the bottoms of his feet were composed of a series of plushly padded silicone-adjacent material, the composition ideal for both durability and shock absorption. The only exceptions to this teasingly soft bottom layer were just a few sparse areas between his joints and some creases in his soles. His mechanical appendage grazed the base of your ear, and you shivered as the realization dawned that the quiet whirring and flexing and winding of his articulating joints and perfectly engineered hardware was entirely audible. It was as faint as a whisper, and so deliberately designed as to be quieter than your heartbeat. Even so it made your spine tingle with how the delicate noises grazed your brainstem.

As he rolled down his sock from his remaining left leg, he obscured your vision from the second mouthwatering reveal by gently smothering your face. Try as you may, his small plush sole completely stifled your vision as the joints softly curled and squished into your brow and cheeks. The soft pungence was unignorable now, as your nose took in the subtle scent of rubber and silicone, the richness of metal stench, and strongest of all: a salty, biological odor that was eerily similar to the smell of your own sweat and musk. The touch of the plush padding was actually slightly damp on contact, and you could feel a bead or two of an unknown mist of sorts sticking to your cheek from his pedal caress. His feet were… sweaty, or at least approximate that. It was a striking reminder that no matter how mechanical his puppet looked, he was still an organism of sorts.

“Still yourself for me. If you stretch my stockings out, I assure you that your ascension will never arrive quickly enough.”

You weren’t sure what he was muttering about until you felt him tug on the sock tied around your neck bringing you to attention. Your back straightened as he withdrew his foot just momentarily to orient himself. He bent down to grab your wrists with a soft yet firm grip. His grasp exuded enough force for you to recognize that despite his size, his construction lent him enough power and durability to easily crush your comparatively delicate bones without straining if he so wished. Your confusion intensified as he wrapped your wrists with the sock, binding them together with a single loop threaded between the makeshift collar around your neck. Your befuddlement cleared as he gently finished tying the last stocking up, leaving you with provisional striped bindings that kept your wrists brought up to your clavicles in a begging position. The bondage itself was… actually quite loose. Without needing to test the limits of its elasticity, you could tell that with barely enough force you could easily stretch your way out. Threats to the sanctity of his gaming socks aside, it was more of a test of your obedience than a means of control. He wanted to see how long you could keep your hands to yourself.

“As both my citizen and a dingy beast dirtying my interior, you will take some amount of responsibility for my state. I expect you to clean me as thoroughly as your body allows for. Be grateful I’m only asking you to tend to my puppet for the moment.”

With that, he placed both his feet back on your face with a firm yet almost endearingly calculated press, one plastered over one side of your brow, with the other listly stirring at your mouth. He didn’t force your embarrassingly salivated maw open, but his graceful toes did prod at your quivering lip in a gentle urge to action. Was it because you were desperate for any form of physical intimacy that you were willing to take his waiting extremities upon your tongue? Was it an act of apology to a god you had unwittingly wounded? Or perhaps, was it because your deviant desires for the flesh were finally being fulfilled? All three perhaps, or something else entirely? Either way you felt your breath upon his feet as you eased into their presence, your lidded eyes watching intently as your lips parted for the plush and expectant sole.

The salt was the first thing on your tongue. It lit up your oral neurons with a lightning fast spark, the jolt more surprisingly palatable than anything. Your tongue took a long trace upon the underside as if you were minerally deficient, the taste all around not unpleasantly savory. The most bitter component was the unfortunate aftertaste of some inbred flavor of copper, iron, and plastic, with the predominant mellow tartness consisting of unwashed silicone and an undertone of fine rubber. Alongside it all was the unmistakable pungent musk of organic sweat and moisture, as well as a thin film of built up stagnant gunk. If you had to be blunt, it's what you’d imagine a warm silicone dildo with a metal core would taste and smell like if you had left it in a used sock bin and had forgotten about it for… a shamefully lengthy stretch of time. A reasonable person may have been disgusted, but to your touch starved and admittedly perverse self, it was sensually pleasant and achingly raw. You missed this taste you hadn’t even realized you were longing for.

After that first stroke of the tongue, you met his eyes out of curiosity. His expectant expression was unchanging, but you could swear that for a infantesimal moment his eyes had ever so slightly widened in pleasant surprise. You supposed he wasn’t entirely sure if you would actually submit yourself to his feet, but now that you had, he was coyly awaiting your resumed oral service. Feeling compelled to continue, you lapped your tongue against his soles, starting softly and slowly as the more intense flavors of his uncleaned sweat and aged accumulated gunk began to wear off from your saliva. Seeing as you had on occasion endured the misfortune of stomaching raw lizard when you were stranded without firestarters nor kindling, your tolerance for the unsanitary had broadened so to speak.

Not that a true worry of contamination had ever shadowed your mind anyhow - and perhaps it was just the throbbing of your loins thinking for you - but through lustful compulsion or otherwise you were driven to orally clean his forlorn body. It didn’t matter if you were both terribly unwashed, and that despite everything this body in particular was relatively shielded from the elements. Unlike the chained god, you still had the freedom to find a way out and wash off in a running stream (eventually) when he was assuredly confined here for eternity. However, based on the way his toes trembled and his heels involuntarily flexed at the edge of your tongue despite a typical baseline of steely composure, you may have something in common: enduring lifetimes without the presence of a soft and comforting touch.

“Hhrgghhhh mmphh… glad to see you’ve taken your place so willingly.”

He began to moan out, enjoying the warmth of your tongue as it slid between crevices that had been seldom cleaned even during the bygone times of his creators’ era. As you worked on cleaning one foot, the other began to cup your cheek and caress it, your mind spacing out in pleasure. It was shameful the way your member throbbed and began to dribble simply from your face being surrounded by his plush soles. As debauched and embarrassing as carnally desiring his feet was, you couldn’t help the way your mouth was irresistibly drawn to his pungent undersides.

Your tongue focused on the plush padding, feeling it sink into the spongy silicate material with enough pressure at the tip. Saliva lathered up his soles as you worked your way through the upper grooves and trenches. The taste of ages of built up sweat and other unbecoming material spiked with every new area before it dulled once more to a more synthetic baseline, evidence of your physical cleaning. The areas you had touched even seemed to have an enriched luster to them compared to the untouched limb currently prodding your face, teasing you and encouraging your work. As his digitized voice picked up though, you soon felt that his breathless mewls of pleasure would’ve been enough incentive for you alone.

“Voids below yesssss… good good~ mmmghhhh keep cleaning your god~”

His motions became a bit more forceful as you continued, his desires overshadowing his usual restraint. He spread and presented his toes to your mouth, pressing the gaps to your lips in soft rhythmic shoves without forcing his way in. You took the cue and started running your tongue between his toes, being met with the harshest taste yet. It was far more gummed up compared to the rest of his pedal anatomy, but any of the silicone insulation was far more sparsely found. Most of his toe joints and gaps were composed entirely of exposed metal rotational junctures or degraded rubber and did not lend themselves well to palatability. Namely, your tongue was flooded with the disgusting bitter shock of old pennies and accumulated corrosion. From what you could make of his egotistically pleased expression, you could tell that he was enjoying the way you squirmed and fought back a heaving gag from the stark revulsion.

For the first time, he shoved his foot deeper and crammed himself into your unwilling mouth, forcing your tongue back into the accursed metallic toe gap as you fought your own trembling throat. Your hands squirmed in the makeshift sock bindings, knowing how easy it would be to break free and push him away to spare your tastebuds and the possible indignity of your own mistakenly spilled stomach contents. With your wrists trembling and your body desperate, you summoned every last ounce of willpower to hold steady and endure the rancid indignity. With a smugly satisfied hum, Five Pebbles withdrew his pedal digits from your vulgarly defloured mouth. A small shimmering string of drool connected you both before it unceremoniously broke from its own weight.

“Mmmm, ironic, don’t you think? We spend so much time floating that our feet are seldom used. It certainly preserves their mechanical components. However, without movement to clear buildup from stuck joints, it seems they always wind up with the most grime. I very much appreciate your devotion to removing such insanitation. I hope it’s not too much for you to handle.”

He praised you in a degrading fashion as he cupped your face with his feet and caressed you with the still damp padded softness. Your cheeks were tenderly rubbed and unisionly grasped at with his gentle toes as his imperiously lidded eyes recorded every last second of your shamefully eager submission to his soles. He withdrew his touch and held his feet inches away from your nose, slowly spreading his toes and wiggling them tauntingly as he enticed you for another taste. He wanted to test your obedience, see if you’d still be willing to continue even if it meant subjecting yourself to what amounted to oral torture via putridity overload. As your face approached, he stilled them to let you have full autonomy in how you chose to continue. His toes were kept nice and spread wide in case you were willing to weave your addled tongue between his putrescent joints again. You certainly hesitated, but it wasn’t even a question to you.

The second trip back did not pale in the slightest compared to your first taste. If anything, your apprehension only worsened the experience as the flavor seemed to burrow itself into your gums the more you tried to mentally dispel it. Your body trembled with repressed queasy shudders as your facial anatomy reflexively strained. It was hard to even see his joints past your scrunched bottom lids and watery eyes. The iterator seemed so pleased with himself as he gazed upon your distraught and nauseated expression, his little breaths of pleasure tinged with a depraved tone of satisfaction. Despite the taste that threatened to knock you over with its potency, you couldn’t help but feel the slightest twinge of sympathy. The room the automaton was housed inside was upon first glance immaculately pristine as well as uncomfortably barren, though further inspection revealed a terrible amount of wear and tear and squalor that had been born through… tremendous ages of neglect. The machine was enjoying this party due to his perverted attractions to be sure, but it struck you that your tongue was probably the first cleansing actor on his body for… gods know how long. (Hence the rankness of the taste.)

A part of you wondered if he was prone to the yearning you had been predisposed to after being starved of companionship, or if he as a construct wasn’t vulnerable to such things the same way a natural creature like yourself was. It was a bit of an odd thought to have while face deep in between his toes, but it lingered in your mind. His lofty smugness kept you at an enforced distance, but you presumed there was a chance that he was in need of your physical company just as much as you were in need of the physical intimacy as well. Even if you weren’t particularly enthusiastic about threading your tongue between his grody toe joints, he could tell you were slowing your work. Perhaps it was the worrisome furrow to your brows, or the sudden disinterest in his feet, but regardless he knew you weren’t servicing him to the best of your abilities. He took a moment to stroke your face with his soles, covering your eyes and flip flopping between which one would obscure your full view.

“My citizen, your work is getting… sloppy. Something on your mind perhaps? My creators were obsessed with rituals designed to free themselves of thought and worldly attachments that precluded their higher attunement. Seeing as they’re all gone, it appears it worked for them. Let yourself go. Fall into the presence of my divinity.”

He forced your eyes shut again with one sole as he forced a toe from the other into your mouth. Immediately you felt your lips wrapping around it, sucking gently as your tongue lathered the joint’s underside. While the vile taste still flooded your palette, you were eventually finding it easier to stomach. The shock from the initial exposure was gradually decaying, as the original repugnance lost its unique distastefulness. In addition, the buildup could only last through so many passes from your tongue, and as long as you kept swallowing it would eventually all fade. Your head gently bobbed as you worked your way down, toe by toe, the iterator letting out satisfied sighs and purrs as you swore the superstructure itself was quietly settling in blissed out pleasure. His pedal joints weakly tremored and flexed in automatic reflex from the sensation of your warm wet mouth. It was actually a bit cute how they would occasionally clench and tremble against your tongue.

“Mmmph! Oh good… good…~ You’re doing much better now~ Don’t let anything else rob you of my presence~ In fact, let’s memorialize this…”

You were too enraptured by the toes in your mouth to care for what he was doing. You heard him fiddling with the ID drone, hearing a series of small beeps and chirps as he did… something. There was a sudden scarlet red snap of light which stunned your concentration, but for a mere infinitesimal micro moment. In that flash of a second you realized that you were sucking his penultimate toe, your trance broken for just a moment as you marveled on how mesmerized by his feet you had let yourself become. The meditative daze of footcleaning had shielded you from your grasp on former worries, body aches, and even the passage of time. As soon as the moment of clarity came, it dissipated against the alluring mesmerization that was orally servicing the neglected pedal digits in your mouth. He sighed in contentment as you continued, petting your face as your blissed out mind grew even more lost in foot worship.

“You know… when this body had finished development, my creators had assured me that these little grooves between my insulated digits and soles were made in order to “allow for maximum flexibility while retaining a surface area great enough to act as a proper shock absorbing buffer.” You see, too much repeated contact with the floor would degrade my delicate little internal workings~ I always felt the explanation was a bit… insincere. 95% of our time is spent in antigravity, and when we aren’t weightlessly floating, we’re typically suspended by our operating arms here. Their usage is a complete afterthought for us.”

You were barely keeping half attention, deciding to move down to his lower soles and other areas you had yet to seriously taste and clean. A far more pleasant taste in comparison awaited you as the warm silicone welcomed your tongue. Your nose was buried deep in his arch as his soles blocked out your vision once more, but either way the view was just fine~ You missed the mild dampness and organic pungence the more skin-like areas had to offer, their more natural scent almost comforting. It wasn’t the rotten stench of the mobile abscesses, nor rancid lizard breath, nor spilled bloody entrails, nor shelters reeking of animal piss abandoned by their feral owners, nor stagnant curdled water, nor the electrified prickle of neurons that set your nasal hair standing on end. Compared to everything else, the rich yet delicate scent of the automaton’s feet might as well have been the welcoming aroma of a lover’s embrace. It wasn’t necessarily an overwhelmingly pleasant scent, but it was one you could fall asleep to without dreadful anxiety.

Well, it wasn’t necessarily pleasant in theory at least. In practice, you knew that likely even just a soft whiff would be enough to spur you to arousal, and you had been huffing them for… well long enough for you to feel wet from your own precum. With how much your member throbbed and how hot your needy loins felt, you feared you would burst at any moment if the strained cramping of your testes was anything to go by. The thought was surprisingly enticing. Perhaps it was because it was so similar to the smell of another human - a scent you would’ve forgotten if it weren’t for your own shamefully strong stench. Perhaps it was simply your perverse whims. Did it matter when you felt so obsessively passionate to the point it verged on romantic spiritualism? You couldn’t help but give his soles a kiss.

“A-Ah~! Based on your expression, this is a far more suitable use of my feet…”

Your tongue lapped at his heels for a moment, lips sucking and clearing the soft padding clear of any residual. It was by far the least corroded part of his pedal anatomy, seeing as it had the fewest amount of grooves for anything to be trapped inside, leaving it as the most neutral tasting part of his feet. It also took the shortest span of time to clean, or at least you thought it did. You were blind to its passage so long as your mind was clouded and trapped by the passions of worship. You did however, take just the briefest moment to admire your work. After so much oral effort, after so many tongue laps and lip wrapping, you could actually make out a faint trace of evidence. Forming a soft border at his ankle, the parts you had been vigorously cleaning actually were slightly brighter in shine and luster, their surface even a bit more vibrant without the surface gunk to smother out the color. It would be a sure stretch to even imply that his plating looked like new, but at the minimum it was proof that there was validity to the “spit shine” approach to cleaning mechanical surfaces.

Taking a small break, you instead spared some time to simply bask in his newly polished feet. The makeshift striped sock harness stopped you from breaking free and reaching out to touch, even if you wanted to rub your hands over the newly shined surface. However, it couldn’t stop your lips, and you nuzzled into a sole as you began to kiss away at the plush underside. You spent just a moment to look up at the puppet to the mechanical deity, wanting to meet his eyes. As usual, he assuredly looked rather satisfied with himself, with almost a tinge of pride and gratitude for your work. Though, you may have been just imagining that last inference. As your eyes met, he called down the ID drone once more and tampered with some settings, finally getting it to emit a soft red holographic display.

“I’m sure you’ll be pleased with this. I’ve successfully updated your ID portrait for you. I wanted it to accurately reflect your… most authentic state of being.”

You turned your head to the shimmering display, a deep burning red blush blooming at your cheeks as your eyes met… yourself. More specifically, it was from Five Pebbles’s view of you as you throated his toes with his other foot petting your face. A moment of your crazed, fetishistic passion, forever frozen in time. Despite knowing there were likely no other people in this world who could even discover the evidence of your encounter, it still struck you with an iota of shame knowing your devotion to his feet would be immortalized. It also… really riled you up, your cock painfully hard and throbbing like mad from all the ongoing teasing. It was so perverted, so fetishistic, yet there was a part that wanted to only be known for your obscene kink if ever found by anyone else. Still, even in the likely event that you’d be isolated from all human contact henceforth and forevermore, it still meant that the mechanical god would only ever remember you as a debased footslave. That alone was equal parts degrading and enticing. While the machine had lost much of his capacity to care for the problems held by the mortal, there was still a portion left large enough to find your inner turmoil sympathetic, if not amusing. He gave you yet another pet, the soft touches of his plush and comforting feet so far acting as the most authentic form of praise and encouragement he would directly offer.

“Your work has been satisfactory thus far, and I hope you were appeased by my courtesy to you, citizen.”

The scarlet holographic display fizzled out as he powered down the image projector. A soft warbled hum buzzed through the electrified atmosphere as the drone resumed its normal positioning routine, only this time orbiting around you both. Five Pebbles continued to pet you for a little while longer, and through the gaps of his feet you could peer through, you swore you could see the softest look of genuine blissful delight through his pale eyes. Perhaps a repressed fraction of this god had missed bestowing praise as much as he longed to receive it, though more likely he was just as perverted and desperate as you were.

“However… despite your current enthusiasm, my little lust driven beast, I believe I need your mouth… elsewhere.”

For the first time in what felt like hours, the mechanical god completely removed his feet from your person as he settled himself in the bag chair. He removed the bunched shimmering orange robes from beneath him as he subtly slid his way to the edge of the sitting area, allowing him plenty of room to lean back in. Longingly, he tilted his exoskeletal pelvis in your direction. He spread his legs open as he simultaneously hiked his robes up with a slow teasing pace, raising the curtain on his loins which you hadn’t even realized you were thirstily trembling to lay your eyes upon. Your sight was blessed with a view of what you had previously only been able to catch short fleeting glimpses of, now on full display in all its divine glory. Revealing his hidden treasure, you gazed at the white stripe of silk in between his legs, the laced panties concealing a faint bulge which beckoned you closer. It compelled you to weep from its glory. Before you could plunge your face between his thighs, he shut them tight again just as you felt yourself leaning in. Your eyes shot up immediately out of confusion, a look of betrayal crossing your face as Five Pebbles gazed down with deistic amusement.

“Beg for it, lustful thing. Treat this like the blessing it is.”

Without thinking twice, your head reared up with a look of pleading. Your bound hands rested on the hardened plating of the iterator’s knees and clutched them softly. He looked down with an expectant gaze, eyes half open in a demanding expression that keenly awaited your worship. Your lips trembled and parted, hoarse voice croaking out a breathless, destitute utterance for more.

“Please, my glory, I need you. Let me devote myself to your systems, both in flesh and metal. Let me submit to your divinity,” you jaw trembled as you whimpered for him, “Please let me offer what I can to you, oh divine. May this mortal vessel see to your every need. Please… I need to serve you, I need more of you.”

With that he seemed to have been satisfied enough, and spread his legs once more for you with a presently sated hum. It was a bit more than what he was expecting, a bit more than his liking, but just enough he wouldn’t turn you away. Of course, you both were too far in to stop now and you both knew this intimately. Gods were meant to be worshiped. Immediately, your eyes resettled on the beautifully tucked away package he possessed. Your head once again drifted closer on instinct, drawn to the sensual elegance that was gently held in place by the caress of white silk. Your hands were crammed between you and the chair as you crept towards the bulge, your face mere inches away yet you could already faintly make out the steamy scent of his sex. Moments later your nose made contact with his clothed loins, the lustful stench all the more potent.

Surprisingly, your face collided with an unexpected softness. You had been expecting his groin to have been plated over with synthetic carapace, but instead what awaited you was the sublime touch of the alluringly soft silicone-like substance that similarly covered his soles. It cushioned you gently as you rubbed your face against the softness, yearning for the godhood so tantalizingly close enough to caress. Pebbles hummed with a pleasured satisfaction, letting you have your fun before he brought his legs up and crossed them behind your head, trapping your face up against the soft package. You heard the whirring and hissing of near silent mechanical parts as his thighs pressed themselves to your ears, head spinning with the knowledge that with how much power was coursing through this puppeted body, he could easily crush your skull to a pulp if the urge arose.

“As my dutiful citizen, I would encourage you to close your eyes in prayer, and breathe deeply. Slow and steady respiration is important for proper meditation.”

Without hesitation you did exactly as he asked, squinting your eyes tight as your lungs swelled with a seemingly endless breath. Your long, steady inhale was prolonged by the rich aroma caught within his stench saturated undergarments, your temples throbbing as your neural pathways lit in musk driven abundance. After a few long and trancelike huffs of air, it was as if every molecule of oxygen you inhaled was saturated with an abundance of particulates of his aromatic odor. The smell was ripe with aged sweat, but unlike yourself or any animal for that matter, there was a distinct absence of ammonia or urine. Instead, it was replaced by that similar smell of silicone and fine rubber like his soles, but with far less metal-alloy interference. You felt yourself giving into prayer, mentally worshiping this mechanical god as much as you were physically. The more you gave into his divinity and grace, the deeper you slipped into an intimate trance with his body. With your lips right at the tip of his lace concealed member, you couldn’t help but give it a soft and affectionate kiss. You were caught in his inescapable scent, trapped at his bulge much to your insatiable delight.

With your focused, heavy breaths laced with heat, you were held in a loop. Inhale, hold, exhale, kiss. Inhale, hold, exhale, kiss. Inhale, hold, exhale, kiss. Inhale, hold, exhale, kiss… With every breath you felt your own cock throbbing, practically tearing through your raggedy lizard pelt coverings. Thick bullets of sweat poured over your overheated body, your carnality needing sexual release so intently as you were barely able to contain your frantic quivering. Your flesh desired to mate, to animalistically spread your seed and leave without lingering too long lest your courting lead to devourment. After so long being provoked and teased, you weren’t sure if you could hold back a premature release for much longer. You could tell the god was finding amusement in your own barely repressed urges, how chained to your feral sexual instincts you were barely able to fight against. Still, he felt some level of impress as he watched you banish your own pleasure to serve him instead. Then again, this was just as likely to be your own perverse urges compelling you to bathe in his scent. Either way, despite your perversions, on some level it was charming to see you completely debase yourself for him.

He let you take your time worshiping the sliver of divinity between his thighs, before his legs unceremoniously united themselves from the back of your skull. You didn’t understand the cue, not caring for the fresh air offered, until Five Pebbles himself finally pushed your face away with a sudden yet gentle shove. You looked up, eyes welling with disappointment and betrayal until you noticed his hands sliding up to the lace ties of his undergarment. With a beautifully articulated movement of his dextrous finger joints, you watched as the automaton unwound the threads which held his silk panties in place. Slowly, he peeled off the now unbound undergarments from his groin. It was a sight so magnificently alluring you weren’t sure if you were meant to see it. A small, beautifully shimmering strand of precum bridged the gap between the holy cloth and his tip. You felt your stomach drop as the thread broke, his wonderful, sacred slick being wasted upon the tile. He lifted his pelvis for the slightest moment to slide off the immaculate garment in full before unceremoniously setting the lace tie panties aside. You were finally allowed to gaze upon his divine, uncovered beauty, and marvel at the glory of his godly vessel bared before you.

“Worshiper, I hope you understand the significance of this occasion. If it weren’t for my own physical needs, you would likely never glimpse this sight. Very few have ever lived to witness the nudity of this vessel. Fewer still have been offered the opportunity to taste it. You will serve me well. Anything other than unadulterated obedience will not be tolerated. Tell me you understand this, my devotee.”

You hastily nodded, trembling with anticipation and trying to conceal your barely contained hunger for his loins.

“O-Of course my god. WIth perfect clarity.”

He stared through you for the longest time, his eyes shimmering slits of moonlight judging your very essence of being. He could tell that you were trying your hardest to seem like you hadn’t been fervidly salivating since your first glimpse of his panties. The purposed deity was having some second thoughts to the whole ordeal. As godly as he was however, at his core he was still a culmination of machinery and multitudes of organic components. Even his puppet could be loosely considered an organism of some type, and in the moment he was all too aware of the instincts that all animals were rooted by. His creators were gone, his body was being driven by desire, and in this time of passion for the flesh there was nothing to stop him from experiencing intimate release. It had been so many cycles since his last intimate encounter that even the god had forgotten the last time he experienced such. He needed this. He tenderly spread his legs wider, revealing to you the soft patch of silicone where all his current lustful and intimate obsessions were converging to.

“Then please. Please devote yourself until your worship has ensured my completion.”

You didn’t have to be told twice. You took his longing divinity through your opened lips sparing not even a second of delay. To you, his body was a work of art, a majesty of perfection that beckoned your every action. His silicone-adjacent yet warm and near flesh-like phallus perfectly fit the inside of your mouth, consisting of 3 wonderful inches that sat atop your tongue with a holy grace. As you gently sucked on his amazingly soft member, the taste of built up sweat began to wash out into your mouth as it mixed with the sacred taste of his precum. The flavor was impeccably light, each drop like a semi sweet and salty gloss that coated your throat in a sheen of divinity. It almost felt like you defiled him by comparison. You shivered in delight as you felt his soothingly flaccid member occasionally twitch in pleasure in your mouth, a slight shiver the most his anatomy was capable of.

To you, it was perfect, and you were content with the tactile knowledge that he was carnally enjoying your oral praise. Even more beautiful were the breathy noises of intimate rapture that left his stuttering audio processors. The clarity of such sonorous ecstasy was degraded and digitally distorted as Five Pebbles struggled to articulate through his sensual enjoyment. Your tongue danced along the underside of his shaft. It licked between forgotten folds and neglected crevasses that ached to feel your wet and teasing muscle as much as you yearned to taste every last micron of him. His exposed glans softly brushed the top of your mouth with a flared corona as his slit pulsed with a new gentle spurt of precum with every tender throb. Your body was weary, your muscles sore and your bones like great weights beneath your skin, and yet in this moment if you could slurp his limp cock forever you’d gladly accept such heaven.

As much as the iterator was enjoying himself - if his gasping moans and sighs of delight were anything to go by - he stilled you for a moment. His eyes were clouded with an almost heartfelt strand of lust. His antennae were shining brightly at their tips, appearing charged enough to burn your skin as the increased power surged through. You noticed that his robes were beginning to dampen in various areas as his steam vents opened and sighed with a tempest. The god’s puppet was becoming more sweltering by the moment as his computer processors struggled to keep up with his pleasures of the flesh. Biologically based lubricant and coolant seeped out between his plating in fine streams, the stench filling your head with an arousing musk. He was sweating like a mortal. He reeked of mechanically discharged vapor and overworked circulatory fans, but to you it was all the more alluring. With a gentle touch, your gaze was turned to the scar below his synthetic penis that took up a wide spread of his vessel’s taint.

“Did you know that several parts of an iterator’s puppet are organically grown? Well this region is one of them, and it’s by design. Funny isn’t it? Our creators - our parents really - believed that we should be made eunuchs so that we could forgo our desire to fall into lust. All the old monks who followed the path towards enlightenment and ascension volunteered themselves to the same ritual. Well… we didn't really volunteer, but it was necessary.”

He spoke gently to you as he slowly stroked his member using your bath of saliva as appropriate lubricant. In a mesmerizing rhythm, he slid his tender grip up and down using just his index, middle digit, and thumb to edge his silicone penis. He was enjoying your mouth too much to climax just yet, especially when there was so much more of his body for you to taste and sample.

“Attachment to the flesh was considered a preclusion to enlightenment and ascension, after all. All organisms feel that temptation, as I’m sure you know. It was believed that the ritual would be enough to curb our desires, but as you can tell, they were quite wrong. Go on, have a taste of what was supposed put us above our natural urges~”

He ushered you towards the spanning knot of scar tissue that webbed between his taint and shaft, his pelvis tilting up to give you better access to the hidden stripe. Wordlessly you obeyed. The scar completely replaced even a trace of scrotum he may have previously had, a stark pale rose against the rest of his vivid pink body even after a lifetime of healing. You heard him gasp as your tongue gingerly traced along the ridges and layering of the ritual site, his voice muffled only by the noise of his slow yet eager self pleasure. From the amount of scar tissue present and how broadly it snaked around his taint, you could tell that the ceremonial castration was likely performed by shaky hands and with less than surgical precision. You placed a caring yet tentative kiss upon the winding bands, an oddly indescribable feeling of sympathetic discomfort filling your chest. The mechanical god seemed to have moved past the likely trauma - or at least had buried it down far enough that it wouldn’t resurface - but it still made you fret for his pain in the moment. Five Pebbles seemed to notice your discomfort as your licking slowed, his hand grazing your flesh to urge you to pause for a moment.

“Ah, don’t put too much mind to it. Unlike the common beasts and those of mortal flesh like yourself, Iterators don’t really care for, nor need such things. I’d rather not rear spawn myself anyhow, if you can fathom that.”

Admittedly, the attempted reassurance only made your heart sink a little deeper, as the iterator seemed to not understand why you felt such concern for him. His eyes curled in an attempted comforting smile as he raised his scar touched loins once again, trying to wordlessly encourage your continued lip-service. Even if the thought still left you somewhat weary, you couldn’t say no to the choir that was his blissed-out vocals. His song of pleasure was as addicting as it was beautiful. You continued to lap at the bundle of scar tissue, the divine automaton whimpering in arousal as your lips grazed the mound with every sweet and delicate kiss. It was assuredly music to your ears. With a breathy, steam filled sigh he continued his monologue, seemingly enjoying the exposition with the way his digits trembled and struggled to stroke himself.

“Mphhhgg… I-In hindsight it was actually quite foolhardy. Those idiots spent days squabbling about h-how to properly set up an appropriate altar inside our chambers. Our puppets couldn’t be moved, but anything built would have to be assembled piece b-by piece, then taken out the same way. So much blasphemy was committed to fulfill their ideas on proper ah-a-attunement. For most of us all the ritual did was create a religious schism in our cities above, and take some soft parts away, though I c-can’t say I exactly used them much to begin with…”

His glitched voice trailed off as he had to pause his stroking. You could feel his loins tensing and stiffening as he held back his approaching climax once more, the body beneath you surprisingly mobile despite what should’ve been a solid metal carapace. Various parts slid and shifted beneath your fingers as you felt pelvic muscles and other mechanics tightening beneath your tongue. Perhaps the glossy metallic plating was only “skin deep”? (If you could call it that.) Overhead, the groaning and creaking of metric tons of metal audibly sighed and trembled. The once slow and distant heartbeat of a tremendous god was now deafeningly pounding with enough force to rack tremors through your body. Admittedly, it was extremely enjoyable watching this magnificent god nearly come undone just by your tongue upon his scar, even if most of the time your lucidity was fleeting. Much more of your conscious time was taken up by getting lost in his tauntingly delicious aroma, or tracing every winding scar thread beneath your tongue as you became adrift in the maze of healing tissue. His shifting architecture and body plating gradually stilled as Pebbles held back his orgasm. He breathed out an artificial, staggered sigh, the euphoric bliss palpable as he held himself on the edge.

“...mphhh… ghhhh… y-you’re probably not even listening… too caught up in worshiping the d-divine? I won’t lie, I can’t help but mphhh-mostly see you as a disgusting pervert, but as your civil guardian I c-can’t fault you for it. If I w-were my own citizen, I’d be compelled to worship myself~”

He purred as he took your chin under his idle thumb, tilting your eyes up to meet his gaze. The digit traced your jawline as his hand reached out to cup your cheek, sliding over your temple until his palm clasped the back of your skull. He delicately yet tightly gripped your head, pulling you by your tangled hair back to his limp and slick dick. Gently, he tauntingly slapped the tip against your lips, teasing you as his firm grip prevented you from resuming your fellatio. His hand stilled his masterbation, and instead moved to frame his glistening shaft in such a way it presented to you his highly prominent circumcision scar.

“Ngh… Look h-here. I want you to trace your tongue along this scar. It was a mark of our steps t-towards enlightenment and m-maturation, gifted to us during our castrative ceremony. Th-The rituals themselves have long since lost meaning, but perhaps you can t-taste my rite of passage~”

He synthetically gasped with an unmistakable tremor of breathless desire, barely able to keep himself still. His audio output was more prominently glitching and distorting the more feverish he became, while his words of desperation lay on the edge of begging. His grip loosened only momentarily as he fought his own raging lust, before it tightened even stronger at your scalp and began to force your head down. You eagerly took his exposed tip into your mouth, carefully holding it past your parted lips just enough that you could angle your tongue to perfectly ring the gnarled scar. He mewled in pleasure as you started to circle the border between his shaft and his unprotected, former inner foreskin. The difference in consistency was interestingly stark as your tongue sampled the difference in textures. The mucosal membrane had long since dried out from exposure, as any residual moisture was only trapped via the silicone-like barrier which wrapped his soft parts. Compared to the more velvety and skin-like smoothness of his shaft, his head felt like soft fine leather against your tongue. It wasn’t unpleasant, quite the opposite really. Although, no matter how much you were enamored by his body and every last intoxicating substance from it, the ritual evidence stirred some restless and troubled feelings inside you.

At this point you were sure that there was no part of his body that you would feel adverse too. The constructed deity had become too gloriously and evocatively perfect in your eyes for you to ever feel dissatisfied with him physically. However, you started to feel that similar sensation of helpless sympathy that knotted within your chest when you had been face down in the evidence of his castration. Your mouth devoured his flaccid phallus with an insatiable thirst for his pleasure, and yet you winced as your lips glided over the uneven marks of trauma that were clawed down his shaft. You could sense how the semi-synthetic skin present near his groin had been stretched up his shaft to make up for the amount excised at his tip, the minute discoloration from the strain becoming unignorable the closer you looked. You drank his precum and sampled his sweat as if it was the finest of ambrosia, yet cringed as your tongue glided over the deep ridged scar of his frenular remnants. His glossy glans and pleasure string should’ve been his most sensually erogenous and sexually pleasurable places, and yet they were practically numb compared to the harshly jagged ridge of his sawtooth scarline. It was difficult to reconcile, with every lick and suck you could feel upon your mouth the evidence of his bodily trauma. However, no matter how conflicted you felt, there was one thing you couldn’t argue with - the moans of the iterator himself.

“Please-please-please do not stop! My…-My citizen please. C-Continue your prayer, caress the traces of mghhh-my r-ritual please…please…”

His voice was barely audible as it crushed and folded onto itself, layers of processed oversampling perverting his angelic mewls. Fuck. A full body pulsing shiver electrified your entire being into motion, your lungs heaving with air blessed with your combined stench of sex. Your heart throbbed in your chest and in your loins, the shared palpitations surging with liquid life as your mortal vessel energized your every muscle fiber to work towards a single unified goal: your mutual completion. Your head hastily bobbed up and down against his hold as you lavished the iterator’s enticingly wonderful flaccid penis. His scar tissue was traced and intimately caressed by your loving tongue as your mouth suckled and relished the softness of his member. His thighs quivered and twitched as his chest fluttered about as if he was panting madly. The pleasure was too great for his structure to stay compact and deceptively solid. The scene was too much for your eyes to watch while in self denial, and without thinking your hips thrusted up to connect your bulge with his idle sole. You whimpered as your trapped and painfully needy cock outline shoved into his foot’s plush underside, and you couldn’t help but hump like a feral beast into the tender structure. The synthetic deity’s breath hitch as he felt you rutting against him, his legs trembling as he whined out a meager protest.

“H-hey-! St-Stop that…! You’ll t-t-tarnish my articulating joints-! N-Nigh-!!”

The iterator’s erratic pulse shook the very foundation of the superstructure. Tiny grains of debris worn from aged panels or tracked in from outside were jostled up and clattered down against the metal with every booming heartthrob. Even if Five Pebbles consciously thought better of it, he couldn’t stop his puppet’s shaky feet from prodding at your needy humping bulge. His dextrous pedal joints attempted to free your erection from the degraded hide, but were failing to get a proper hold. Whether due to the voracity of your desperate movements, or his pleasured body too overwhelmed by sensation to articulate its maneuvers properly, his toes caught a hole in your ragged pelt and tore at it. Your cramped phallus finally sprung free with a long overdue surge of virility and immediately rushed to his touch. The first erotic contact with the godly computer system you were blessed with was the sacred touch of his immaculately perfect and holy naked soles. Bliss. Pure unadulterated bliss. You couldn’t help the howl of euphoric pleasure that erupted through your throat in the moment. Squirming and moaning in turn, the mechanical deity lost himself in unison as the vibrations massaged his own soft penis.

His soles clenched and clasped at your eagerly thrusting erection, your combined flesh getting drenched in a miasma of steam and fluids. You felt them reflexively shiver against your cock as spurts of your own precum splattered against their plush surface. His pedal digits hesitated to touch you further, but in a split second decision, they rushed to grasp your erection. The soft rounded tips of his toes groped and slid over the sweaty slick surface of your trembling member, effortlessly conforming to the sensitive surface. You thrusted into the lubricated pocket his soles made as they clenched around your member, as your breath clawed your throat. You were stuck mid moan as you felt his digits clasping your glans. Your tongue faltered along his shaft as the pleasure was starting to hit a tipping point, your body already so close to climax after what felt like hours of teasing. Burning bright, your passion was reinvigorated. Panting madly, a luminous and smoldering desire burned you to finish him before you came yourself. Mouth hot and full of steam, you worked his member around your dripping maws until you had practically scrubbed every last measurement of your cheeks with his delicious softie. Your tongue was going to memorize every last intricate weaving thread of his scarline as if it were the cursive glyphs of an ancient holy text.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck….! Oh my c-citizen… please… please I beg… I’m-I’m going to… ngh! W-Wait-! N-not on my-my-my t-tensile plating… fu-fuck…I’m-!”

His voice was barely discernible as he finally came undone, the entire superstructure shaking with his divinely intense and deafeningly loud heartbeat. You felt your very brain rattling in your skull as the god reached orgasm. In the distance, a great surging outpour of steam was forcefully ejected from his colossal exterior vents in tremendous, earth shattering pumps. His cock spasmed within your mouth as it shot spurt after spurt of clear, delectable slick from his slit. Aside from the slightly saltier taste, it was indistinguishable from his precum, the lack of semen allowing for a lighter and less bitter flavor. You savored his frantic surging of essence, feeling his toes curling around your phallus from his overload of pleasure. With the taste of his divinity dripping down your throat in hot bursts, you fucked his feet until you ascended to your own shuddering climax. With a muffled animal growl of pleasure - voice stifled by the slick you had yet to gulp down - you came across his soles, exhaustedly panting and shaking. Your ropes glazed and defiled the entirety of his pedal undersides. Five Pebbles cringed from the sensation, his joints squelching as his toes curled in a mix of mild disgust and bitter arousal. Together you both rode out your orgasm, exchanging your fluids between machine and animal, both sacred and profane.

“C-Citizen… that… that was….you…… y-you were……. ahhhhhhhhh………..”

He let out a long pleasured sigh as his afterglow bloomed through his drained conduits, savoring his first shared orgasm and a feeling of intimacy once lost to time. Without thinking, you ever so gently nursed his hypersensitive dick, cleaning it of the last of his oozing slick while careful to avoid overstimulation. Your tongue cautiously yet thoroughly traced over his exhausted member, intent on not wasting a single drop of his orgasmic fluid. His eyes were vacant, lost in a deep bliss as you attentively tended to him; even as your cock still weakly pulsed and dripped your excess semen onto the formerly dry chamber floor. You finally popped off with a gentle slurp, a short strand of lust infused saliva connecting god and mortal. His eyes fluttered back to attention as the last surges of his orgasm finally settled and dissipated. You expectantly waited for his next words, his audio processors clearing the static and the other refuse which clogged his vocals. He flexed his toes with a detestful squick of tepid revulsion, raising his cumstained feet to your face.

“Ghhh… disgusting… at this rate it’ll seep into… well don’t just sit there! Clean me again until you’ve removed your foulness…!”

The mechanical god demanded with an audible shiver of nausea to his voice, his eyes darting between you and the threads of semen that clung to his toes and stuck between his joints. Acting immediately, you once again found your mouth at his soles licking and cleaning away. His eyes flashed a spiteful glare as you lapped away your own heated orgasm, the taste far more bitter and unpalatable compared to the iterator’s sweet and savory climax. Even though you knew he loathed the vile feeling of your cum blasphemously gumming up his joints, you couldn’t help but lavish the taste of your own jizz on his soles. He urged you to work faster, his mildly disgusted tone growing increasingly agitated the more he felt you were stalling. The taste crept along your throat and washed out his own fluids - much to your disappointment - but you really did not want to keep the impatient god waiting for much longer. Eventually, after a second round of heavenly sole serving and blissful toesucking, he shuffled his pedal joints away. With scowled eyes, he peered over his feet in search of any trace of the vulgar substance, huffing dramatically once he deemed your efforts satisfactory.

“I hope you realize I won’t be so forgiving next time. For now I am being… mercifully lenient, but the next time you disgrace this body I won’t be desperate enough to let your tricks get by me.”

His eyes scanned over you as he took stock of your flushed expression, a mix of shame and a twinge of amusement just barely hidden. He groaned more than sighed as he undid your striped sock bindings, admittedly feeling a sliver of surprise as he noted their near pristine condition. You had displayed a startling level of restraint considering you hadn’t once tried to break free of the loose and silky constraints. The automaton sat back down with a disgruntled huff, your eyes staring back with an uncertain guilt. The silence that followed hung in the air like a dense smog as you shifted your weight uncomfortably, unsure where to go from here.

“I-I’m uh… sorry about cumming on-”

“You should be. I can’t believe myself more than anything. First you rummage through my Recursive Transform Arrays, then pilfer my Memory Conflux, dirty my General Systems Bus with your… general uncleanliness, and now… now-!”

Five Pebbles aggressively sighed with a potent venom to his audio output. His joints hissed with an expulsion of boiling steam that had been building within his puppet’s cavities, pressurized both from the heat of sex and now a searing disdain.

“I can’t believe you even got me so… so lost in desire and urge that I…”

“Pebbles, I’m sorry that I-”

“No. Don’t call me that. Don’t even speak. I’m getting tired of your whining.”

His poisonous tone shut you up immediately. The steep reversal of his attitude was startling. Just moments ago he had been desperately begging for more, and now in stark contrast here he was hissing like a territorial lizard. You braced yourself as you expected to feel the unnatural vertigo of being thrown out of his chamber with a gravity defying surge of inertia. However, even as your muscles tensed with anticipation, the supernatural jolt never came. He sat silent for a long time, the structure softly howling with a profound emptiness as the metal reset back into position. Finally, with an indecipherable expression that clouded his features, he continued.

“...I should remove you immediately, Citizen,” He began, a frustrated snarl just barely crackling through some agitated static, “But… Voids below this body… I need this more than I care to admit. However, don’t think you’ll be getting off easy. To make up for your earlier stunt, I know just what you’ll be cleaning next.”

With a sudden, uncharacteristic spryness of motion, he stood, the bony articulating arm tiredly whirring as it followed the puppet’s body. He maneuvered his bulky cables and the dense connected umbilical membrane from out of your immediate way as he prepared the area. While you weren’t certain what all he had in mind, a sudden foreboding clarity struck you as he gestured back towards the bag chair from where he had just been seated.

“Lay your head here, if you so please. I don’t have all day.”

With a rush of burning color to your face, you slowly rose to your hands and knees, weary and unsure. You stared back, eyes widening from the onslaught of emotions that flooded your chest. His narrowed slits of moonlight bore back with an impenetrable, unshakable weight, as the golden ovoid detailings of his facial plate followed his empty brows with his scowl. It spoke of a seriousness you shouldn’t test. You knew almost certainly what he had planned next, and you couldn’t quite tell if you were thrilled or apprehensive. Both perhaps? More embarrassingly, you found yourself desperately trying to stifle the bloodrush to your loins by any means. After all, what would the synthetic deity think if he caught you eagerly aroused so soon after your gravidly tense confrontation? Yet, what awaited was only describable to you as painfully enticing.

You brought yourself into position, skull propped up by the cushion as settled your head in the bag chair. As you made yourself comfortable, you shivered as you felt his runoff pools of steam and sweat against your scalp. The cloth chair reeked of his addicting stench, both organic and not, new and old. The smell had been baked in after doubtlessly hundreds of cycles worth of use. Strikingly, you could make out the shape of his rear based on the large surrounding indent that comfortably cradled your head. The bag chair was clearly well used, and in surprisingly exceptional condition based on its likely age. Just as you got yourself situated, your heart nearly stopped as you saw the puppet backing up before you. As his hands began to slowly hike his long, mesmerizingly ornate robes back up his plump thighs, your chest drummed with a divinely alluring anticipation. Before the cloth had a chance to peak up past his rear, however, he turned his head back to catch a tasteful glimpse of your deliriously flustered expression.

“Good. Stay down. If you have any sound mind in that perverted head of yours, you’ll know what to do next.”

With that, you watched as he exposed more of his glossy thighs, the fabric elegantly folding over the saturate plating, before finally hiking the robe high enough over the small of his back. Revealing his flanks in an instant, he exposed a thickly padded and vividly rose pink ass. Unlike the rest of the calculating diety’s lean vessel, his rear was significantly plush and it hypnotically bounced from just his shifting alone. Your breath caught as he positioned his hands to spread himself open. Even more mesmerizing was the way his sturdy yet dextrous metal finger joints deliciously sank into the soft and malleable padding that swathed his sizable glutes. With a quiet huff of effort, the constructed god spread his plush cheeks above you, showing off… an extremely sizable hole. The heavy, musky stench was immediate and immense. Considering he had no mouth, nor any need for a gastrointestinal tract, the bulkiness of his asshole - or really the fact he had one at all - was extremely unexpected. It was a mouthwatering sight.

Before you could even mentally process the puffy ring of flexing muscle, he slowly lowered himself atop you as he got comfortable. The light from above was all but entirely snuffed out. His plush and tantalizing doughnut blocked out any residual brightness that might’ve made it past his suffocatingly large ass. You felt your nose sinking deep inside his sweaty hole, the muscle tensing at the slight intrusion. The breath that followed was unlike anything you had ever experienced. As he settled atop his new seat, the steamy moisture and various heated runoff from his body all started to coalesce atop your face. Your eyes blinked away watery tears that formed from the intensity of the pungence. The iterator let out an airy sigh of bliss, his mood shifting to one more pleasant now that he had a delightfully stimulating seating arrangement.

“Mmghhh… good~ Perhaps you’ve had some experience with this sort of thing? It wouldn’t be surprising. A thinking beast like you needs a god like me to provide you a solution to the great problem, seeing as you’re so caught by your natural urges. Mmmmmmghhh… good yes… Perhaps as long as you cannot ascend, I can get some use out of you after all~”

You pathetically whimpered while he teasingly shifted his weight atop you as he spoke. Despite the surprising lightness of his limbs, his actual body was much heavier than it appeared, likely weighing close to twice what his physique implied. You felt your head being consumed by both the bag chair beneath you and the ass above, the two pillowy surfaces claustrophobically trapping you between extremely plush and inescapable walls. Your air was reduced to a fraction of a stagnant stream. Enclosed by the furniture and his rear, you were hot boxed inside with his mind meltingly strong stench. Between the chair’s years of sweat accumulation, and the puppet’s long neglected, unwashed body, the harsh flood of musk practically burned away your neurons. With your lips trembling and breathing shallow, your nasal cavities were acridly violated by his overpowering scent. As your lungs filled with stench and steam, not a single breath you managed to take held even a fraction of uncontaminated air. You let out a pathetic whine - which you doubt he heard under his mass - as your heart rate doubled. The blood in your veins was desperately pulling oxygen from stuffy air saturated with his rankness. Not even your cells could escape the festeringly sweaty odor. As he shifted about, you felt his hot, enormous musky doughnut sliding across your face, the steamy damp hole covering you in heated perspirant. The synthetic god’s avatar was assuredly taking his sweet, sweet time to find the most satisfyingly comfortable position.

“Well? Is the lack of air already ruining your brain? Your long overdue duty is to clean me, my citizen. This *is* supposed to be your apology after all. Take your time to say a prayer if you’d like. If I were you, my devotee, I’d take the chance to worship up close while I can.”

His voice sounded muffled beneath the titanic layer of insulated padding which shielded your face from any outside element, as your breath confined to the meager portion of air trapped between your nose and his puffy asshole. Without further hesitation, your lips parted as best they could under his weight. Your tongue slid across his eager hole, lathering it with your saliva as the searingly pungent flavor battered your mind. The profound taste of sweat was as potent as the stench threatening to asphyxiate you, if not stronger. The intensity fried the nerves on your tongue, your throat trembling as your body wanted to reject the taste as much as it demanded more. Your jaw trembled as you opened wider, lapping at neglected crevasses that so desperately needed your loving tongue. Eventually, your lips managed to subsume a decent portion of the muscled ring, your eyes rolling back into your skull from the harshness of flavor. Fighting off your arousal was hard enough when you were only battling the scent, but the moment your tongue grazed his puckered ring you could hold off no longer. Your already half raised tent pole quickly stiffened to full mast, effortlessly slipping past the tear bored through the hide at your crotch.

“...already? Well… you’re nothing if not tenacious. Cute.”

With a sudden searing sting you yelped from a scathing flick to your nethers. Your cock swung down harshly from the force before bobbing back up again, with a pained spattering of precum following the arc of travel. His metal digits left a burning bite to your shaft, one that would almost certainly settle into a bruise. Impressively, his constructed fingers possessed a far greater power to their wind and snap force compared to a human of similar stature. The automaton flicked your erect phallus a second time, letting out a sigh of pleasure as your pained yowl massaged his clenching hole with its frequency. He appeared to like watching the way your cock curiously bounced back and forth by the force of his swatting, and how it swayed and throbbed when erect. Considering his anatomy rendered erection impossible, your swollen, blood filled member was a bit of an oddity to the mechanical deity. After a few more bitingly painful swats, he quickly grew bored of playing with your cock, much to your relief. However, with a dissatisfied huff, he slid his puffy hole across your mouth to spur you into continuing your oral washing. Despite the pain, he was clearly miffed that you had even briefly paused.

“Come on, you can do better. Forgive my impatience, but I haven’t been given this sort of treatment since… since…” His voice trailed off as he struggled to recall, before suddenly shaking his head in apparent dismissal, “Well, it’s unimportant. It’s just mmph… good to have something-ah, someone to wash all this out.”

Now that he was no longer tormenting your nethers, you quickly got back to work, shlurping and lapping the built up sweat from between his anal folds. He shuddered in erotic bliss as your tongue worked its way through winding groves and textured valleys, his simulated breath hitching cutely. You felt one hand gripping your thigh with a worrisome amount of tension as his body shivered from the pleasure imparted by the impassioned rimjob. His small hands held a frightening amount of crushing power, and his digits sank into your flesh with a sharp bite. It was likely he didn’t even realize how strong his puppet was, or how much power surged through his comparatively miniscule veins. However curiously, no matter how lost in erotic bliss he became, he never quite broke your skin, nor truly threatened to shatter bone. You felt the power held within his hissing, hydraulically powered limbs, you could even feel the tingling static at his palms and yet… For a brief moment you wondered if the machine was bound to a sort of Code of Conduct, if his Laws of Robotics prevented him from severely harming living beings. Of course, you weren’t able to ponder this for long, as the Iterator’s puppet immediately began to demandingly smother you deeper into the seat the moment your oral skills began to degrade.

“I think I prefer this usage of my rear padding over the intended use. At least I would if you gave your full, proper attention… You know, my engineers gave me the same explanation for this shock absorbing region as they did my feet. It’s hard to believe, seeing as we aren’t supposed to sit for our day to day activities, but I suppose you make for a satisfactory enough seat.”

Shame rushed to your cheeks as you redoubled your efforts to please him. You could feel his ring of muscle trembling as your tongue vigorously lapped at the puffy hole. Probing it further, you kissed his doughnut like it was a pair of swollen musky lips, your tongue sinking in deeper as the warmth intensified around you. You soaked it all in, letting your brain dissolve into the hot rivers of sweat, the taste of aged musk, and the addicting salty stench. Your breath stalled as you began your passion driven makeout with his hole, your lips dancing over his rim like you were meeting the affectionate kiss of a long time lover. He mewled out as his asshole instinctively clenched around your probing tongue, his voice distorting once more from his barely contained euphoria. Above and around you, the superstructure hissed and groaned. Incomprehensible amounts of circuitry and alloy frames and metal rebar seemed to shudder and slowly winge. The god’s full body was trembling.

The tensing muscles of his musky ring tremored as your tongue plunged his depths. Your kiss of unrestrained, devoted passion turned into an amorous cataglottism. If the divine automaton could’ve seen your face, he would’ve remarked that it now bore the same color as his vividly bright body plating. Based on the soft slick motions you were able to hear over your lewd, salivated lovemaking to his hole, you assumed that the iterator had resumed self pleasuring. He let out a distorted whine of arousal, his audio output sonorously musical as always. It appeared that you weren’t the only one who was desperately pent up with an unyieldingly voracious libedo. It helped you to relax more into the plush ass and give into its plump and spongy entrance. The lustbound god steadied his artificial breath as he cleared away the corruption from his audio processors. With a hush of static, he continued his typical monologues, stroking the soft shaft of his tantalizing sex.

“Mmm… and as for this hole? Mph… Most told me it was a d-defunct insulated steam vent repurposed from an unusable gah-gastrointestinal tract that was now vestigial. I think we all knew what it was r-really designed for, if not initially then when we…” he went silent and stilled himself for a moment, the tension thick enough to cut before he resumed not even moments later, “Well. Mmmm… they’re all gone nuh-now. A-And I have a new worshiper, don’t I?”

He arched his metal spine and titled back on his pelvis, forcing more of his already substantial gravity to fall atop your near drowning, drenched face. His fuckhole eagerly ate even more of your features, threatening to consume you whole before he pulled back just enough to prevent total devourment. You noted then that his breeding hole could stretch out frighteningly wide while still retaining its soft yet firm grip. Its purpose to you both was undoubtedly explicit. As you teased his hole, he purred and mewled like a slugcat in heat, as his body began to swelter to an unbearably scalding degree. The room itself seemed to steam as the echoey palpitations of the god machine picked up in pace and decibel once more. His ring of muscle seemed to prod and grope at your face. It was quivering and desperate to be spread and filled by anything, yet it was forced to settle for your tongue. Your breathless delirium wore on your mind as you single mindedly focused on his fuckhole. You shuddered with every hypnotic twitch and trance inducing quiver of his asshole that grazed your skin. It was so easy to melt into its delicate caress. From deep inside your chest, a grand devotion to the synthetic god’s body swelled within. Your faithful worship was rekindled as a silent prayer to his ass was tongued. You couldn’t get enough of your god’s heavenly ring of sweltering, sticky, trembling muscle and eagerly pressed your face deeper to paint yourself with his sweat. In that moment of passion, that sweltering breeding hole meant more to you than the air that kept you alive.

“You better… ghhhh… Keep going just like that…! I-I won’t hhhhhesss..hesitate to suffocate you beneath mmme if y-you don’t do well to pahhh-please your god~. You’ll just w-wake back up and we c-can tryyyyy again~”

The stuttered glitching of his audio output was barely noticeable over how muffled it was by his weighty and plush cheeks. The heat made your head spin as your lungs strained for air, barely able to breathe with the way his vessel was now crushing your chest. His trembling hands clutched and tore your flimsy lizard pelt that was worth no more than rags from the constant gashing. What little he was able to hold onto without tearing to shreds was held in a vice grip strong enough for you to feel the jittery sparks of his joints against your bare legs. Stars and black holes danced across your eyes as you felt him starting to rock his flanks atop you, the iterator riding your face as his asshole demanded more more more… You tried to keep pace as best you could, falling into a trancelike submission as your lips followed the sliding pleasure ring, not wanting to break the sloppy ongoing kiss. You breathed deeper, letting his stench fill your burning air starved lungs like holy incense, the harsh rankness compounded by a shamefully long span of neglect that you were all too happy to make up for. Midway through licking and slurping his rim and lapping at his deliciously musky inner sanctum, he slammed his ass against your face with the greatest force yet.

“Ghhhh… so good…. So-so good… dee-deeper… citizen I d-demand it!!”

His rocking on your face reached a fevered pace as he ground and slid his hole up and down, riding his single citizen like he was threatening to have his population extinguished again. Your little citizen ID drone began to anxiously beep in alarm, noticing your imminent suffocation. With a shaky beckoning gesture, Five Pebbles summoned the small golden totem closer, before manually disengaging the siren. There would be nothing that would interrupt his pleasure. He let out a high pitched moan as he continued his raunchy smothering, as the thunderous pulsing heartbeat of the superstructure thrummed at a tirelessly racing pace. The only thing louder to your ears was the slick slurching of his asshole across your face. His plush cheeks slammed over your trembling head over and over as he forced your tongue as deep inside as it could possibly reach. No matter the force of his pounding however, it was never quite deep enough for him.

The iterator pawed his cutely twitching shaft with greater frustration as he forced every last ounce of his body weight atop your rapidly bluing face. Your vision was now rapidly blacking out despite straining with all your might to see his wonderfully desperate and pulsing doughnut. The bag chair groaned and weeped as it strained to support your combined mass, its stuffing threatening to bulge out of the overburdened seams. Chest pounding with a heart that felt liable to stop at any moment, you kissed your god’s deliciously flavorful asshole with the last of your strength. After agonizingly dying so many times in this cruel and hostile world, suffocating under the tenderly plush ass and amazingly soft and sweaty hole of your god was one death you’d happily succumb to.

Just before you were ready to feel your vitals giving out, Five Pebbles raised himself up just enough for you to gasp a needed breath. Your lungs filled with fresh yet thick and steamy air, just clear enough for your body to continue sustaining your continued wakefulness. Admittedly, watching the dark splotches in your gaze clearing away to reveal his plush and puckered asshole trembling just inches away from your nose was like blissfully waking to a heavenly afterlife. Once you awoke fully, he teased your sweat drenched lips with his flexing hole for just a moment, as if he was tauntingly planting a kiss from his rear.

“Mmmmm…. Y-your worship isss deemed… nghhhh… satisfactory~ … mmmmm… You’ll notice how I didn’t say stop. I need you to clean mph-me fully, but I s-suppose you can’t do that if y-you’re not conscious.”

With that, he slowly sat back down again, and you watched the light being snuffed out by his asshole once again. As he settled himself above you however, he shifted and distributed his weight far more broadly. His doughnut was still fixed firmly to your musk soaked face, but you at least had a touch more wiggle room. It was just enough so that he wouldn’t have to stall until the next cycle for your return. Both of you knew that in such an event you’d be back, groveling on your hands and knees no less, it was just a pain to wait. Euphoria surged through your veins as your lips were reunited with your lover. You met each other with a passionate kiss that was immediately and eagerly shared. Resuming your earlier task set before you, your tongue quickly got to work lathering even the deepest and most neglected crevasses of his deliciously steamy pleasure ring. The puckered folds welcomed you as they twitched at your warm touch, the sweat finally beginning to be washed out after so much labored tongue scrubbing. Five Pebbles muffled a blissful sigh as he relished your hole worship, his hands tightening their grip on his own garb as he attempted to compose himself.

“M-Mmmph… Good servant. Now, I would like to r-resume my t-t-time. Stay q-quiet if you wish to stay hhhere, you lust bound sycophant~”

The automaton stilled his chest, his plating flexing and coalescing as he brought his bodily movements more under his direct control. His artificial breathing quelled and subsided until the plating was nearly as rigid as it was when you had first met, as his speakers crackled and cleared most of the residual distortion. Almost everything resumed a baseline mechanical stiffness, save for his hole which eagerly pulsed and quivered upon your slurping tongue. His fingers clacked into his cranial headset again as he pressed a concealed button of some sort. A tiny beep softly sounded before the iterator resumed his speech.

“S-Sorry for going AFK mid match, I had to deal with that stray beast, but I’ve r-resolved the issue.”

The iterator confidently sounded as he directed his puppet’s limb to return with the wireless keyboard he had set aside earlier. He audibly propped the well loved controller up on his lap as he fumbled with some other interior furniture. You felt his hole flexing against your lips as you kissed away, though the rest of his body was eerily still and calculated.

“Heyyyyy welcome back pebbs…! Hope you enjoyed yourself! Mind telling me about how your little worship session feels~?”

A tacitly perceptible shiver ran down the puppet’s body, his former stilled facade breaking above your face.

“...P-Pardon?”

“LOL Yeah so you never actually muted your mic bro. Moon reconnected then left immediately but me n Suns stuck around. I thought it was funny, and I’m pretty sure that Suns found it hot, considering they went DEAD SILENT when you started whimpering haha.”

Pebble’s body heat rapidly chilled as his circulatory system stalled, you could practically taste his mortified shame through his asshole.

“That’s untrue! I stayed on the line to make sure you weren’t being taken advantage of in your state! You ah… stopped… with whomever… have you? Or are you still…?”

There was a noticeable tremor of what could only be described as barely contained, scorchingly hot and desperate, carnal lust that quivered within the voice on the other call line.

“LMAO @ that. You totally would be hard right now if you could be~”

“...”

A long deafening silence followed, interrupted only by your barely audible slurps and kisses.

“So! You both wanna do some PVP battle royale or somethin? Or are we sticking to CO-OP teams battles?”