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High Quality Toy Maintenance** : Completion**

Likewise, his desire to reach down and simply feel the bulge melted away over this time. There was a moment of curiosity to just know what it feels like, but that little voice in his head was overrun away by another, stronger, more prominent voice.

“Good toys don't touch itselves."

“Only toys told to touch themselves do."

“No need to touch itself."

“You are a good toy eager to please others. Not itself."

Less twitching ache to move his hands down below, it was simple, an accustomed aching feel and desire. Squeezing the plug in his rear, feeling the warm rubber flow in and out of his behind, in and out of his mouth, slurping down the length. It's a wonderful delight, letting himself simply think, “How could this one be so lucky? This one has to do well to please Maker. It put so much time and effort into this one. It will do its best!"

Then comes that familiar black, white and blue blur. The approach of his Maker, making his rump tense, mouth suckle harder. Body positively responding his Maker's mere presence. Then comes those familiar sensations. The slow and stop of the flow of warm rubber into him, the click and a hiss as air rushes back into the mold, the cool sensation of the molding room. Twist, turn, pull tug, the gasp of air into his lungs, the soft moan and pull of the withdrawal of the plug in his rear, which has retained its plump tightness despite how many times its been filled in this wonderful pod. The pull, and tug of the front of his body as the upper half of the mold rises up. Ears twitching hearing the smooth running of the gears up above, informing him that everything is running as they should be, filling him with a level of pride of a job well done. Then his eyes meet, looking at his Maker. That softly glowing blue eyes, that feline smirk, what confidence that is seen in his face, “M-morning Maker," he mews with a soft vocal squeak.

K-2373 reaches up and gently touches Ratchet's chest, feeling the toy-to-be's warm body, the seek perfection, noting the continued mold of the toy's rubber fur, but its fingers are currently busy feeling the rest of the toy's body, tracing along the toy-to-be's form, moving down to the crotch, feeling the bulge, “Morning Toy-to-be. Rest well?"

Ratchet shudders, bucking into his Maker's hand, feeling the impressions pushed into his bulge, little blossoms of pleasure flowing down into his crotch, tingling up into his body, a real hot button being pressed by the toy. It bucks up, pressing against the hand, rump tensing, pulling out of the mold a little more with a schlunk.

K-2373 feels the tense, the responsiveness, fingers curling and sliding across the bulge, getting a stronger grip to tease the toy-to-be out of the mold, “That's it toy-to-be. You're doing great," it says, giving a little tug.

Like the hand of God Ratchet is pulled from the mold, helpless to resist. Pleasure and delight filling him, “Oh my gosh," he shudders, feeling the tug of the back of the mold against his body, slipping out fully. Stiffening a bit while K-2373's hands gently run across the rubber fur.

“Everything is coming along nicely. Fur is not complete yet, but that is to be expected. But its well on track to be done by the time you're done. But with this…" the feline says with a smirk, fingers pianoing across the bulge, causing Ratchet to moan and gasp, “This feels done, and with it you are ready to be tested by customers."

“R-really?" he responds, eyes lighting up. The toy-to-be, able to see clearly now, the blur of its poor vision molding away into perfection, much like himself.

“Yes, and this one has a very important customer to be your first. You already know him. A certain noble bat," it explains, feeling Ratchet stiffen up.

“H-him?" he asks with a gulp.

“Yes. We promised him that you'd be first taken by him, and we aim to keep it."

“This one will try its best. It hopes it can please them. He felt like he has high standards."

“Which is why they wanted you so badly. They could see your quality as a toy. And now you get a chance to show your quality as a toy to them."

He swallows a lump in his throat, “Yes Maker, this one understands," he responds, feeling a weight hang over his head, following his Maker off the platform.

“Come, he's already waiting," it explains tugging him along.

“A-already?" he asks with a soft squeak.

“Mr. Von Koola Pire the third is a very insistent customer and an asset to the company, so we must take precautions that their particular needs are met."

“And this one is going to be up to pleasing them? Someone of such importance?"

“Every customer is equally important, and we strive to give them the experience they all deserve. Just some come with extra precautions. And if you are to ask this one, which you are. You are very ready for them. Be yourself. The lovely toy this one knows you are. And you will do marvelously. But just to be sure, ask him and all customers to fill out the written survey that will be in the rooms that you will be servicing. They'll be added into a drawing to win a free Toys-4-U gift card. Do you think you can do that for this one?" it asks, playing with Ratchet's bulge as it speaks.

The toy-to-be squeaks softly, with a soft moan, “Y-yes Maker, this one knows it can," it replies with some confidence,

“Good toy," it responds.

Ratchet feels a humbling delight move through him as he follows it out onto the store floor, taking note the store is open and bustling. Eagerly he follows his Maker back to the toy testing rooms, leading him to the dragon hoard bondage room.

“Here we are toy. Now you know what to do. Go get them," K-2373 says unlocking the door, smacking Ratchet on the butt, pushing him through.

“Yes Toy Master!" he responds, stepping through to the clean and well-polished dragon hoard bondage room. Designed to look like a kinky bondage dragon's room with medieval visage complete with a set of 'golden' coins that one can fuck over. Thoughts of the difficulty to clean those coins fill his mind when he hears a throat clearing.

“There you are. I can't believe I've waited this long for you," huffs Vam, arms across his body, blocking his front from Ratchet's view.

The toy-to-be looks at the cute slender anthropomorphic bat, noticing that his bat wings are painted in a thin layer of black polished rubber, that shine and shimmer in the room's light, “Greetings Sir, this one apologies for being late. But it's here to be of service to you," he says with a respectful squeaky bow, hiking his butt up, his fluffy rubber tail swaying, eyes not leaving the bat but kept lowered.

Vam smirks, showing off his bat fangs, “That is what I like to see, on the floor before me, like the good fuck object that you are!" he exclaims, spreading his wings, showing off his pseudo naked form. But that his body is wearing a clear thin layer of clear smooth plastic that shows off his naked body underneath, but exposed between his legs is his aching twitching length. Giving a naked look without actually being so.

“Yes sir," Ratchet replies, getting onto all fours and crawling over to him, looking up at the bat, who kept the smug grin.

“Refer to me as your lord, or lordship."

“Yes, this one's lord."

“Say my lord, it pleases me more."

Ratchet swallows a lump in his throat, forcing the word 'my' out, a taboo feeling, like swearing needlessly in front of someone, breaking an unspoken but understood rule, yet given the circumstances… “Yes, my lord," he replies, feeling an ease of fear of his own reaction to it, “Perhaps it's okay to say that when a user makes that request…"

“On your belly toy, hold your legs and feet up as high as you can," he commands.

“Yes, my lord," he replies, pulling his arms and legs back, feeling the bat, putting his foot on his back, grabbing his wrists, locking them to each other.

“Good toy. You left me frustrated for nearly a week. No one leaves me frustrated for a week without consequences," he states, grabbing the toy's legs forcing them back and over his own body, locking the ankles together and then to his wrists, using the cuffs to hogtie him.

“Apologies my Lord. This one didn't mean to, but it is free to be used now," Ratchet responds with a soft moan, its limbs stretched in a way that his organic self would have found it difficult and rather straining to pull off, but now they are loose, limber, easy to make the move, while feeling mildly pleasant and comfortable, though what made it really enjoyable was while on his belly his crotch is pressed into the floor and left exposed, making his toes curl a little.

“You better apologize," he says with a click, throwing a bondage rope up and over a support beam designed for it, “And I should have had you do this part…"

“Apologies my Lord, do you want this one to be untied and do it?"

“No I do not. I'm not going to do something twice," he states, looping the ropes through the cuffs, sliding down the ankles, wrists, upper arms and thighs.

Ratchet can't see much of what the bat is doing, left squirming and exposed. Nothing to do but wait, feeling the slide of the rope through the rings, sliding along his smooth latex body. Hearing the jingle and soft squeak as the bat moves over him, pulling his limbs closer together as he weaves the rope into place, “Thank you my Lord for using this one."

“I haven't used you yet," he states, clicking a bit more, locking the rope parts together, having weaved the web that only pulls Ratchet's limbs closer together when the bat pulls on the rope that lifts him up into the air.

Each tug upwards, pulls tighter on Ratchet's limbs, rubbing his body, which swung in the air, a little more with each pull, rising up higher and higher, past head height of his bat partner. He moans softly, grunting, the cool air brushing against his exposed aching, throbbing crotch. He looks down at the bat, who looks up at him with a smirk, pulling and tugging on the rope till he's just the right height.

“Perfect," he clicks in delight, ears twitching.

“Perfect my lord?" he inquires, squirming, swinging there helplessly.

“The right height for me," he says in a condescending tone.

Ratchet hides a look of confusion to the bat's words, wanting to say, but simply thinking, “But how could you use this one from down there?" and instead the toy responds, “Excellent work my Lord, this one is totally helpless and of service to your desires. No other greater user such as yourself will ever use this one," it says, thinking moments afterwards, “This one might have gone a bit ham on that, no one could…"

The bat smirks, “Yes, I know. I am the very best you will have. It will be all downhill from here, so enjoy it while you can toy. Enjoy your first and best fuck you'll ever get. Just hope you can give me a fraction of the joy that I'll be giving you, you simple fuck thing."

“Yes, my Lord!" it responds, wiggling in its bondage, “Wow that did work. Who'd have thunk it," he thinks.

“Much better," he says looking up at the helpless dangling toy.

“My Lord, this one would like to be of service. How can it be if it's stuck up there."

“Simple toy. One of my standing can have you wherever I want, however I want," he explains with a soft click, giving a toothy fang grin, leaping up, and with a few powerful flaps and an acrobatic feat that would make a Olympic gymnast gasp in surprise, he's upside down, feet clinging onto the pole overhead that is already holding Ratchet up in the air.

There is a soft creak, and rattle from the force of the maneuver, Ratchet letting out a squeak, realizing that the bat is now hanging upside down right behind him, hip in perfect position to take advantage, “He has some strong feet," he thinks.

“There we are, my perfect hanging fruit, easy for me to enjoy," states Vam, licking his teeth, hands firmly gripping Ratchet's sides, moving closer so that his cock tip presses against his rear.

“Eep," he says, feeling the bat's claws along his sides, feeling the rubber covered wings running across parts of his thighs, looking down to the ground below him, down past his smooth body and bulge, seeing the bat getting ready to pound him from his upside-down hanging position.

“Now to enjoy you… nice and slow, that first penetration is all mine," he says, slipping into the fennalope's tight rear. The slick pinkish cock pushing past the toy-to-be's pucker, sliding into that sensitive rear, running across his prostate nice and slow, grinding against the internal hot button, that makes the toy melt.

While he hears the bat's moans, he melts feeling the length push into him. It's different than the simple plugs that filled his rear, flooding his body with latex night after night. This was sensual, delightful, full of meaning and use. The push on his prostate makes his bulge twitch and throb, aching, reminding him of his endless need that resides between his loins. Looking around so clearly but held like this it's a wonder that his… “This one's glasses! Where are toy's glasses?!" he thinks, squeezing and milking Vam's length, not seeing them on the ground, “Did this one forget them?" it stiffens a bit, feeling truly naked now without them, but it presses on, milking the user's cock.

“Fuck yes. Such a tight and sweet as. Perfect for someone like me," says Vam, body creaking and squeaking with his attire and latex. His hips smack against Ratchet's butt, bouncing off the smooth latex, balls smacking against the lowest parts of the toy-to-be's bulge, adding an extra little bit of delight, making him squirm further while being taken so completely, helplessly.

“You are so wonderful my Lord. And so very big. Toy is honored to be first taken by one such as you," he says, body swinging from the ropes, being used like the perfect fuck thing, with no agency except how much ecstasy that he can give the bat with his squeezing, and moaning.

“Moan for me toy. Declare how wonderful and big your Lordship is," he exclaims, squeaking louder himself, letting out chitters and clicks of delights, pounding harder, faster, eager to fill this toy with his first load, his pent-up nature showing through. Instincts overcoming that high and might facade that he puts on for all those around him, becoming nothing more than a lustful bat wanting to fuck as natural of a pose as he can, upside down with a thing of his choosing.

“Its only going to be downhill for this one now my Lord. It will never experience such a masterful mating by anyone except if you grace this toy with your presence again in the future," Ratchet calls out, feeling the bat's cock twitch and throb even harder, the sensation that… “He's getting off from compliments. This user has a praise kink."

“Yes, yes. I am wonderful and the very best," he clicks, feeling himself on edge, about to blow.

“This one could never imagine anyone with a lovely, shaped cock and such a unique and overpowering presence as you my Lord," he says, adding his words of praise with tight squeezing milks of the bat's cock, that is leaking copious amounts of pre-cum, making his rear slicker and easier to be taken. And as he says the words 'overpowering presence' is when he feels Vam unable to contain himself.

The bat lets out a loud click and chirp of pleasure, gasping for air, feet tightly squeezing the beam overhead as he spews his hot sticky load upside down into the hogtied toy. Wave after wave of pleasure flows through him as he floods the toy's rear with his hot sticky essence.

Slowly, steadily the bat pulls out, panting, his length still a little hard as he looks over the toy, smacking it on the ass, “Not bad for your first use toy!" he exclaims.

“Thank you, my Lord, you were wonderful!" he exclaims.

“Yes, I am," he replies, his cock twitching, growing harder. He pulls himself up climbing across the beam, and lowering himself down over to Ratchet's head, the bat licking across Ratchet's ear, “And I have more to give to you toy. I waited way too long to be satisfied with a single fuck. You'll be singing my praises for quite a…" he licks across Ratchet's long ear, “While."

The fennalope shudders, letting out a soft squeak, “What a glorious day this is for this simple toy my Lord, to be given such fine attention by one so far above it."

Vam's length twitches, “Yes, of course, and you will be giving a fine taste of your betters," he continues to climb across the beam, turning around, hanging by his feet upside down in front of him, the bat's cock now perfectly positioned in front of him, seeing the balls laying on top of the bat's twitching cock.

“Thank you, my Lord," he replies, opening his mouth like any good toy would.

“Yes, you should be thanking me and as much as I love to hear you speak about my greatness, I have graciously decided to put your mouth to even better use."

“Thank you, my Lo,…" Ratchet's words are cut off when Vam reaches over to the top of his head, and slams it onto Vam's twitching throbbing gooey cum covered cock.

With a firm suckle, and moan of pleasure he suckles down the member, feeling the bat's wings run across the sides of his face as he must reach from underneath to hold onto the Fennalope's antlers.

“Ah, that's a wonderful sound. The moans of those enjoying my beauty," he says, starting to piston his hips against Ratchet's hungry face. The bat's balls smack Ratchet's nose, allowing him to smell the strong aching arousal this fellow has, along with the lavender scented oils that he used in his last bath.

A song suddenly starts to play, catching both of them off guard, and while the toy-to-be hungry suckles the cock, the bat barely slowing down, while releasing the fennalope's antlers, Vam remarks, “Who in the fuck is calling me now? First it's one call and now another?" he huffs, unsealing a rubber pocket hidden in the rubber painted bat wings, pulling out a smartphone from it, “Who is it? I'm busy," he grunts.

“Smartphone? Those aren't allowed in here. But toy can't say anything right now, its mouth is rather… full," he thinks, tongue coiling around the bat's length, slurping and tasting the throbbing flesh as he's already suckled down any cum that was glazing his member and trapped within.

“Oh, mayor Wiggler. I should have known you'd contact me right away," he replies with a withheld grunt, still fucking Ratchet, moving one hand back over to the fennalope's antlers to get a better grip and thrust into him.

“My time is valuable so I'll make this quick. There'll be a cafe proposal in the Silverwood area. It would be best if that was approved quickly."

The toy-to-be helplessly listens, ears twitching, “Cafe?" he thinks, tongue snaking around the bat's member, his focus nearly a hundred percent on the bat's pleasure, perhaps 96 percent in reality.

“Yes, that's the Toys-4-U area. No, it'll be within the building. I don't know when you're going to get the proposal but do what you can to do it quickly. Last thing you want is to be known to hinder progress within the town during an economic downturn."

Squeak, squeak, drool, moan, thrust, slap, slap, slap, the toy constantly working on the bat, helping him build up his load, tensing the member twitch and throb within his mouth, steadily building up another.

Vam sighs, “What was that sound? Nothing you have to bother yourself with. Now get to work. It's what the people voted you in for," he states, hanging up the phone, “Such greatness such as I. Always in need of those underneath," he remarks, pocketing his phone, resuming his thrusts into him, “Wish I had you blind folded and deafened. That would have been nice…" he grunts, cock twitching, pleasure building and after several minutes of fucking he blows his load into the fennalope's mouth.

A flood of delicious seed slides down along Ratchet's tongue. Suckling and milking the cock, he takes it all in, happy to taste the essence, the purest form of gratitude a toy could get from a job well done. The proof is in the pudding, though in this case, the cum of the user. And the toy would not have to fear, as there will be a lot more to cum.

When all said and done, there was almost an hour of constant sex, leaving the bat exhausted, but ever so delighted, Ratchet left bound and helpless manages to say, “Feel free to fill out this one's customer survey card. So that this one may improve itself in the future. You'll also be entered into a drawing to get a free gift card."

Vam, cleaning himself off with a cloth remarks, “I am not some low born person in need of a gift card…" he says, then walking over to the place to fill out the review, “I suppose having my guidance in how to make the toys here better would be a worthy gift to give to this place," he mutters, filling out the survey, placing the paper on a nearby table, and leaving there, exiting, “Till we meet again," says Vam, walking out.

“Goodbye my Lord," he replies, left bound, upside down, hanging, blind folded, with a pumped-up dildo left in his rear, that was given a few too many pumps for any normal person to handle. The purple pump and tube dangling below.

Vam waves, crossing his arms to hide his 'naked' form with his latex painted bat wings, leaving Ratchet to hang there for only a few minutes when K-2373 comes into the room.

The feline smiles, looking over the room, “Good thing this one checked in on you. He has a habit of leaving toys hanging like this," it explains, closing the door behind it, sauntering over to him.

“Greetings Maker. This one hopes it did well."

“This one thinks you did but it doesn't know the particulars yet."

“He filled out the survey, though this one is not sure where he put it."

“He did? Well, he never does that," K-2373 says, looking around, noticing the piece of paper. It grabs it, giving it a read while untying Ratchet, letting him rest back onto the ground, unblinding folding him, “You've done very well toy."

“Thank you, Maker. It's all thanks to you," Ratchet replies, stretching, getting back onto its feet, no worse for wear despite the length of bondage that he was in.

“The only complaint he had was he had to climb back down to put a blind fold, gag and a plug into you during the session."

“Apologies Maker. There was little this one could do about it. It's not like it has it on itself in case it's needed."

K-2373 pets him on the head, a sly grin coming across his face, “That's okay toy, this one has an idea to fix that in the future."

“You do Maker?"

“Get cleaned up, this one will get some adjustments done to your work belt. That way wherever you go, even while doing maintenance, you can be of better service."

Ratchet's eyes light up, “That sounds wonderful Maker!"

“It does, and before this one forgets again," K-2373 says, pulling out Ratchet's glasses that are nothing more than cut pieces of glass, that only make it look like the toy needs them to see, putting them on the toy's nose.

“So that's what happened. We forgot them on the computer console again," it says with a soft squeak ears folding, “Sorry about that Maker, it should have been remembered."

“It's alright, were in a rush. Now, get yourself cleaned up; you are needed on the floor. Helping customers, but first there is a sticking register that it wants you to look into it."

“Got it Maker!" Ratchet responds with excitement, pleased to be of service and to serve. The first full day of being a full-service toy has only just begun…

“Toy is a good toy."

“Toy services."

“Toy obeys."

“Toy works to help the company."

“Toy works to please its owner."

“Toy's owner is K-2373."

“Toy works to please its Maker."

“Toy's Maker is K-2373."

The basic thoughts of the toy-to-be. The basic thoughts of a toy. So common, so self-evident at this point that the voice has become a part of the toy's mind, its subconscious, even when hearing it, it's not listening. It's just there. Helping those little moments that may arrive, helping it keep its mind clear, of course the toy-to-be, Ratchet is not complete yet, isn't he? Despite feeling so perfectly done. Each day working his third week, servicing customers, getting the feedback on how well its doing, how it can improve. All the while its taken over and over, suckling down, cleaning, serving, servicing, all without a climax.

Throb, ache, twitch, the bulge he has seems to be more of a fact of his existence than anything negative. It's nice and delightful, almost strange that he never had it like this in the first place. But now things were a bit different. The week trials of service were over, and now the 'free' week was upon him. Many possibilities were laid bare as the only thing that was really 'needed' at this point was the finishing touches on his rubber fur. Each day that became fuller, more luxurious, wonderful, the smoothness still there within every strand, but to have a type of fur again is a delight that is hard to describe. Perhaps like getting a head shaven and now to have it all return again, silky smooth, the finest and cleanest you've ever had.

Right now, though, he's right where he should be, in the pod, being molded, suckling, squeezing, body aching, growing eager. Feeling for the time when his Maker would return. There is no internal clock, it's simply a feeling, a very good feeling as there is that wonderful black, white and blue blur.

“Maker is here! Now this one can continue to be a wonderful toy for it. This one will do so good. And today this week is going to be unique and special… And then? This one can be complete, it's so excited!" Ratchet thinks.

The process of getting out of the mold, a simple procedure, done almost two dozen times at this point. So close to perfect, so close to being done yet still so far. Can't rush, can't rush, must wait. When that mold raises up, tugging at his body, revealing the sleek rubber form, the white belly, the blues and blacks of his body. The fennalope turned into a wonderful toy. How could he not be proud of Maker's work?

“Morning Maker," he moans, letting out a soft squeak, enjoying the fresh cooling air around him. The feline Maker boy toy, lets out a soft purr, running its hands along his chest.

“Morning toy-to-be. Are you ready for this week of proving yourself to be the best toy you can be?" K-2373 inquires, already knowing the answer, but that matters not. The verbal admittance, and acceptance of it, is a key component of being a good toy.

“Yes Maker, this one is ready," he replies, shivering at his Maker's touch. His sleek body, aching and eager with unbridled energy to be of use, to be of service.

The feline toy leans up against its becoming toy, hands caressing the smooth body, feeling the sleek rubber, hearing the squeak, hand reaching down to gently fondle and press on the bulge, feeling the tender give, yet feeling firm, like squeezing a shaft at some times when the toy-to-be is really excited. Or perhaps more like a stress ball when not very excited. With the firm squeeze the soft squish turns into a firm squishing throb, “Very eager toy-to-be. And this week will be very special. A history making moment," it says pulling back, tugging at the toy-to-be's collar to pull him out of the mold, feeling the tug of the hard plastic mold.

Ratchet moans softly, enjoying the tender touches, the wonderful squeezing, feeling his Maker's hands feel up his perfecting form, the brush of his rubber latex fur around his ears and head, the squeeze of his smooth bulge, the sensations that wonders that come from it. A soft squeaking moan escapes his lips, “Yes Maker. And what will this one be doing? To make History?"

K-2373 smiles, purring, guiding the toy-to-be off the platform, “Yes. This one's Maker approved some remodeling, and it's already begun. You will be there to help with the process. Your skills at a maintenance toy will come in handy."

“Thank you, Maker. This one will be a very good handyman… uh, handy toy actually would be better, this one thinks."

K-2373 chuckles, “You sound like this one's Maker with that one."

“Oh Maker?"

“This one will explain later, for now you have work to do and if you do a good job, and this one thinks you will. This one has some thoughts bouncing around in its own mind,"

“You do?" it asks, Ratchet's hips swaying, tail fluffed and moving along with the movements.

“This one does but it will leave that as a little tease for now, right?" it asks with a playful little wink.

“Y-yes Maker!" it responds with a squeak, walking onto the store floor. Already noticing a hint of something different in the air. A hum of power tools and construction with soft squeaks, a polyethylene sheet separates the construction area from the rest of the store.

“You will be working there. Please talk to the foreman who is in charge of making sure the remodeling stays to code. They have the plans for how we want the future coffee shop to be like. Do you think you can handle that?"

Ratchet stiffens his resolve, “Of course Toy Master, this one will be able to do that without issue."

“Good, this one knew you could," it responds, giving the toy's butt a firm spank on the butt.

The toy-to-be stiffens, letting out a soft squeaky meep, feeling pleasure rush through him, heading off toward the construction zone.

“Oh toy… two things," says K-2373.

He stops dead in his tracks, turning around, pivoting on his foot with a squeak, “Yes?"

K-2373 pulls out from its hands like a magician two items. The first is his glasses, the second is his tool belt, “We almost forgot these."

“Toy Master, how did you hide those? You're as naked as this one is."

K-2373 smirks, “This one has its ways, walking over to Ratchet, handing him the items.

“Thank you, this one will do its best," it replies, putting the glasses on, even though they do nothing for him now. Getting the tool belt attached, with its new extra lewd attachment of a dildo that can be used on it or others in a moment's notice, but everything else is legit tools for the job… with perhaps a hidden remote controlled vibrating egg.

“This one knows you will," it responds, watching Ratchet walk off. The toy turns looking over to B-1374, hidden in a nearby aisle just out of sight, giving a thumbs up to it. The feline toy smirks to the red, white and black fellow feline toy unit, “You saved this one's butt back there."

“Does this mean this one gets to have it tonight?"

“Of course, and every night," it says with a mew, walking off with its toy while Ratchet moves past the plastic sheet.

“Woa, woa, hold it right there fella. This here is a construction zone. Did you not read the sign?" says a rather busty anthropomorphic female bull shark. Dressed in jean overalls, a yellow construction helmet on her head. Her black eyes are a little off putting, but sometimes show up in shark families, showing their ancient heritage.

“Ah, this one is here to help with the remodeling."

“You are? You know when I was told that I was going to watch over a bunch of sex toys to make sure the work they do sticks up to code I thought this was some joke, being the only woman in town that lives here, but dye my blue skin white and call me a great white shark, the mayor wasn't lying."

Ratchet tilts his head letting out a soft mew, “Only woman in town?"

“What? Did ya not hear? This is a gay commune. Why this here store serves men who fancy men."

“This one knows but didn't think you were the only girl in town."

“Outside of town there are plenty, but in town? I run the local construction business."

“Odd to set it up here."

“I gotta a brother who is very effeminate as it were. Nothing wrong with that, but he's very… soft when it comes to being determined. And a bit wet behind the ears when it comes to the world. I got to keep an eye on him ya know? Wait, why am I telling a toy this," she says with a soft sigh, “You toys are very sociable. Rather amusing. If my brother knew I were 'ere he'd want to work for me. As lovely as that sounds. Never mix business and family."

“Ah Miss… um… this one didn't catch your name."

“Call me Razor," she says with a big toothy grin.

“Okay Miss, Razor. This one was just going to say that it didn't inquire about that. Only that it's here to help with the work."

“Ah, and 'ere me running my big yap off. Well. What skills do you have 'ere?"

“This one is very proficient in maintenance, so it is good with electrical equipment."

“A toy electrician? Well, I guess that will be a good job. Being made of rubber and all."

Ratchet chuckles, “Yeah."

“Well then, let's put you to work, yeah?"

“Of course, Miss Razor!" Ratchet exclaims.

“Just Razor. No need to be so formal 'ere."

“Oh, got it, sorry," it responds with a squeak.

“No need. Just help get to work. I'll tell ya what to do."

“Yes Razor," Ratchet remarks, getting work along with several other toys already put to work. Razor checking over everyone's work like a supervisor but also giving a helping hand to make sure everything progresses. But it takes time. It's slow and hard work, needing to be done to perfection. Even with tireless toys it's a job that will take a few weeks to do right. But then every toy knows good quality takes time, and not one toy disagrees with that sentiment.

Even as the week is up, Ratchet is eager to get back to work, but as it's taken out of the mold, caressed and teased, pulled away from the molding pod platform, onto the store floor, the sounds of construction already underway for the day, it is tugged in a different direction, toward the toy testing rooms.

The toy-to-be lets out a soft curious squeak, tail all fluffy and rubbery sways curiously, “Toy Master, is this one not working over there today?" he asks, looking in the direction of the construction for just a moment, adjusting his glasses, following his Maker without slowing down.

“You'll be working over there, yes, but not yet. Do you know what today is toy?"

“Wednesday?"

K-2373 smirked, “Yes but the final day of your molding. Today you get completed."

Ratchet's eyes light up, “Really? Already? Time sure flew by. It thought it was still a while away."

“This one knows what you mean, its own molding felt like a dream. Going so fast yet seemingly going on forever. It will never forget it, and neither will you, but regardless we must finish, come toy-to-soon-be," it responds, fingers gently caressing that firm bulge, leading it down the toy testing room hallway, all the way to the back to the last door on the left.

With each step Ratchet's excitement grew in more ways than one. The door opened, revealing the Maker's personal quarters. The sleek black latex bed with feline pillows, the color of the rainbow, soft and rubbery, shining and made to perfection. The cameras are set up all around it, giving a filmed angle from every direction. The door closing behind them, he speaks up, “Maker, what's with all the cameras?"

“On occasion we use them for advertising. This one's Maker does that often when showing off new toy designs. But what this one likes to do is film a toys-to-be first climax and last climax before becoming a fully completed toy," it explains, hand gently caressing under Ratchet's chin.

He lets out a soft squeak, chin squeaking from the touch, body shuddering in delight, knowing what this means, his crotch twitches, the bulge knowing what this all means, “But Maker… this one has a lovely bulge, it doesn't climax."

“Toy-to-be. Listen to when this one speaks. Did this one say anything about cumming? You're a toy type that doesn't do that. But a climax? Well, that is a different matter, isn't it? Now get on the bed so the three of us can begin."

“T-three?" he asks, seeing B-1374 step out from behind a bunch of cameras.

“It's all set up Maker. Now we can romp to our hearts content," B-toy says with a toying tone of voice, the sleek black, red and white feline toy moving into full view, their red cock twitching and throbbing in the cool air, “This one is very eager to help its fellow toy unit experience its first toy based climax," it says making a head motion as if it winks at him, yet with the red blindfold that's always on him, it's impossible to tell.

Ratchet feels a rush of excitement, face warming up, crotch stiffening, the bulge growing tight, was it a sensation from the time he had a bound cock or is this natural for his bulge nature? Impossible to know for sure, but what he does know is the love and delight he's about to feel, moving closer to the bed with the two toys beside him.

K-2373 runs its hand across the small of Ratchet's back, pushing him onto the bed with a soft squeak, “Before we have you climax, why don't we have you warm up a bit?" it asks with a feline smug grin.

Ratchet lets out a soft meep falling onto the bed with ease, on his back looking up at the two toys that move side by side, their lengths hard, throbbing, gently touching the other as they wrap an arm around the other, “Yes Maker. This one hasn't serviced anyone in a week, it would enjoy warming up," he says with a soft squeak, spreading out before the two toys, panting a little, showing visible excitement for what is to come.

“A wonderful idea Maker, and this one has an idea how to get them all hot and bothered," B-toy says with a grin.

K-2373 looks over to it, “Oh, you do now?"

“Yes, you see first we…" it says, whispering into K-2373's ear, then purposely being louder saying, “And then we…" whispering more till finally it says loudly, “And finally we'll end it with."

Ratchet watches with growing anticipation, his bulge aching, throbbing with want and needy. He can feel it within every bit of his latex form that this is going to be another wonderful time. Eyes fluttering, watching the subtle movements and expressions of the two toys. Seeing those sparks of surprise and excitement in his Maker's eyes. Wanting to say something, to ask what is to come, to know what is being planned. Yet he knows better. To just be told what is to happen, is not nearly as fun as to show what is happening. Show not tell. It's more than for writing stories.

K-2373 and B-1374 move in over Ratchet, their cocks rubbing against the other with a soft squeak, the lovely colors of blue and red, contrasting the other, yet also complimenting so perfectly. They gently run their inner hand along the other's length, teasing one another, letting the colored pre-cum dribble on their cock tips, dripping down onto Ratchet's bulge, letting him feel the warmth, making him quiver, legs being spread as the two toys move in between them.

They don't say anything as their outer hand reaches out and push him down onto the bed, which creaks under their weight. They pin him down, the pairs of lovely eyes looking into his, his gaze breaking to see what they are going to do with those two throbbing lengths of toy tools of the trade.

“Are they going to just double take this one?" he thinks, wanting to say something, but can't, or maybe won't. Not wanting to ruin the moment. He licks his rubbery lips, making them glisten with his toy fluids, body tensing, watching the two cocks move down and be placed on either side of his bulge.

A three-way frotting… close to it, his bulge is contained between the two lengths, feeling them twitch and throb along his aching throbbing mound of sensitive rubber. They slide and grind against the bulge. The two cocks bending around the bulge, making a vague heart shape which he can feel. The toy's fingers run across the other's length, teasing them, allowing the twitching members to be felt against Ratchet's body, but their thumbs run across and push down the aching bulge, feeling how firm it's becoming with each passing moment.

B-1374 licks and kisses K-2373 on the cheek, “See, this one told you it would work out," it says, its thumb reaching up to rub the kissing cock heads, getting slick in the mixture of toy juices only to bring it down across Ratchet's bulge, making it ever slicker, allowing the rubbing across the aching bundle of sensitive rubber.

The toy-to-be feels the building delight within his loins. A dam that has been built greater than any other. Holding back an entire ocean of wanton desires, lust. He never thought himself that sexual in the first place. Perhaps that is why he has a bulge now between his legs instead of a raging hard cock like his Maker and fellow toy. So much about the process that led to this moment that happens in the background, not known to him, but glimmers of it shown through in these moments.

The loving teasing tender care of the two toys over him, taking him sweetly, rubbing and grinding, pressing their cocks together to 'pinch' his bulge on either side. They rub and grind, their balls touching and rubbing along the base of the toy-to-be's own. The touch of balls making his bulge quiver and pulse with energy, like sparking a match to a fire. Making it burn ever hotter.

Ratchet tries to arch his hips, but the toy's hands and their cocks keep him down. Raising his back but he remains pinned against the toy's touch as they move in closer, the two nuzzling and kissing his face, making him let out a squeak and moan.

“Such a lovely toy. So close to being finished, and getting closer to that climax, can you feel it?" K-2373 asks, moving in closer, whispering into his ear.

“This one can feel it," says B-1374, “That build up is so close. Your want is so great. Your desire to be a good toy is unhindered. Such lovely material. This one has watched with our Maker how you've come along. You're a perfect addition to our collection of toys," it says, whispering into Ratchet's other ear.

He takes a deep breath, ears twitching, the warm breaths of the two toys gently rustling his rubber fur, seeing each toy looking at the other over him, past him. Their eyes telling each other something that he cannot read. Not to mention his constant distracting of the two cocks still grinding against his bulge.

They take a deep breath, slowly blowing along his inner ear. The two blowing in unison, teasing, sending shivers down his spine of wondrous delight, distracting him from his next move. The toy's tongues gently lick across the insides, moving up steadily toward the tip. The twin tongues snake along the ear canal, moving towards his own wet dream, the sensitive tips of the ears.

The tongues curl at the very tip, followed by a soft blow of air across the wet area, making it feel cool, soothing, a sexual tease like none other. One was almost too much for Ratchet to bear when someone played with his ears, but with two?

He gasps, moans, eyes going wide when the lips of both toys grip the tip of his ears, their tongues playing with the caught ear flap, moving it back and forth quickly, suckling like the tip of a cock, taking more of the tender rubber fennalope's ears into their hungry toy mouths. So hard to resist but want even more. Toes curling, hands gripping the bed, squeezing the back rubber bed sheets making them squeak loudly before he bites his lower lip just to try to contain some monicom bit of restraint before his Maker but failing terribly so.

All to K-2373's plan. Firm thrusts by it and B-toy keep the toy on the edge, building up the pleasure, suckling the ears, bending them, gently biting them, giving the rubber toy flesh a little squeeze, feeling the bounce. The toy's thumbs pushing down onto the bulge, feeling up the firmness, gauging just how 'eager' the toy is, wanting it to simmer for a bit longer.

Simmer the toy-to-be does, he helplessly takes it all, hips pushing up against the other two toys, but they keep him down. Their lengths continue the grind, squeeze, outlining his sensitive bulge, while the double suckling of his ears continue. Their chests pressing down on his shoulders, freeing their hands to run down along his sides, feeling every curve and contour of his frame. Their thrusts push him down deeper into the bed, sinking into the sea of black latex bed sheets.

“Oh my gosh…" he moans, toes curling, eyes closing so he can cut out any distracting that will take away from the focus of the toying delight that he's being subjected to. Another firm thrust by the two toys that work in perfect synchronization. Ratchet's bulge being pressured even more from three sides, condensing and building the pleasure, putting pressure on that dam that has kept him unable to obtain a climax all this time.

Another thrust, followed by a moment longer of suckling of his ear tips before they are licked down across his ear canal, the toy's tongues snaking across the inside of the canal moving toward his head, licking across his cheeks. His eyes shoot open seeing the toys faces squished against the other as they lick and nibble his face. Stopping as they lick across his lips, doing it in unison at first but then each taking a turn on lip sticking his lips with their salvia.

Letting the sensation and warmth of the toys sink it, K-2373 and B-1374 strike, pouncing on those lips, giving a passionate three-way kiss, letting their tongues coil around each other as they move into Ratchet's mouth, pushing their dominance over him.

Happily, his tongue reached out to meet them, becoming overcome and intertwined like three snakes in a matting orgy. Soon he finds himself suckling on them, his body and mind overwhelmed with pleasuring delights that are reminiscent of the time he first came here, which feels so long ago. But now he's able to keep up with the euphoria that comes with it. Thinking clearly, he continues to squeeze the bed sheets, showing the expression of giving into the other two toys. Letting this moment ride for a bit longer before sliding his hands around the two toys, fingers caressing their thighs, giving them a half hug, head pressing up to make the kiss deeper, coming to meet them.

K-2373 and B-1374 give another firm thrust against Ratchet's crotch, pulling back slowly, breaking the kiss, letting the tinted colored salvia bead between the lips till they eventually break. They stand tall cocks crossing each other looking down at the nearly completed toy. K-2373 says, “Good toy-to-be. Now before we fill you, why don't you prepare us?"

Ratchet tenses, letting out a soft squeak, “Y-yes Maker," he replies getting up, laying across the bed so his head is level with the two throbbing toy tools, “With pleasure," he adds, hands gently caressing the lengths, feeling their twitch and warmth within his hands.

B-1374 nuzzles and kisses K-2373, “Thanks for letting this one enjoy this moment with you Maker."

“Welcome. This one couldn't imagine spending this time with another wonderful toy such as yourself."

“All your toys are wonderful Maker."

“This one can only do so much," it responds, placing a hand on Ratchet's head, gently petting his head, thumb rolling across his ears, running across the base of his antlers, while the toy-to-be is busily licking across the underside of its cock, “The material makes all the difference."

“Please, you're just saying that," B-1374 responds, smacking its Maker's ass, the thrust caused by it, causing Ratchet to take an inch of the blue length into his mouth.

Ratchet suckles the sudden cock tip, one hand caressing and fondling Maker's length, while the other teases and massages the red member of B-toy, keeping it ready and eager for when it will receive the same treatment.

K-2373 moans softly, “Its true. The material selection process is the most important step for any toy Maker. It takes time, effort, to find the right material for the toy to be made that all other toys of that type will be based on. But enough about that. We have a toy to finish," it says, kissing B-toy on the lips, slipping its tongue into it.

B-toy responds with a similar tongue twisting response, both keeping an eye on Ratchet who is in their place, before the two fellow toys, licking and suckling the one member it can, getting it nice and slick with his toy mouth juices.

Ratchet's tongue caresses along the length, feeling ever contour, sensing every twitch, enjoying the flavor of the member, taking it all the way down, lips kissing the knot once, twice, thrice, before he dives himself all the way down, mouth expanding around it, the cock slipping down his throat, squeezing and milking the member while soaking it in his salvia. With no need to breath, there is nothing to slow him down to let the toy rubber member soak in the lubricant, before popping out, showing it to glisten in the light.

Then came B-toy's cock. The red cock twitching in anticipation, knowing what is to come. Pre-cum dribbling at the tip. Ratchet licks across the underside of the member, starting at the base, working his way up to the tip, fingers, dancing around the balls, giving them a few tender squeaking squeezes before he takes the length into his mouth.

His tongue plays with the tip, tasting the toy's pre-cum, accepting it into his mouth, making it slide side to side along his lips before sliding his head further down the length. He lets out a soft squeak feeling a second hand caress his head, rubbing and petting him, making him feel so good as the cock slips deeper into his mouth, down his throat. A warm sensation in his body, not attached to a sexual drive. A simple warm welcoming happiness that flows through him, that floats above the torrenting sea of ecstasy that he's drowning himself in.

“Hmm, do you think that's enough B-toy?" K-2373 asks.

“This one thinks so, should we have it to get the toys then and prepare for their grand climax?" it suggests with a sly smirk.

“This one thinks so," it says, gently patting Ratchet on this head, “That's enough. Reach under the blue pillow at the head of the bed. There are some toys that will be used to bring us together so you may reach your climax."

Ratchet pulls his head back, salvia beading from his lips to B-toy's cock, “Yes Maker," it responds, breaking the connection. Pulling away from the toys, reaching under the pillow, pulling out a rather large and long box. It opens it, revealing a purple gel double sided dildo with two knots near the base, along with vibrating cock rings that are paired together with micro link chains.

“Lubricate both ends of the dildo for us. We'll be bringing ourselves together, and then you can figure what to do with those vibrating cock rings," says K-2373, climbing onto the bed with its fellow toy, sitting beside each other, watching Ratchet's face blush.

“Ahh…" he looks at the big dildo, “Yes Maker," he lets out squeak, taking the tip of one end of the dildo, slipping it into his mouth. Inch by inch it slides down his mouth, the dildo larger than the toy's cocks he just took. He feels his mouth spread, throat pierced, bulging down as he takes only one side of the dildo. Stopping just the knot at the base, tongue slipping out from his lips to lick across the end.

“Come on toy, you can take the knot, a quick in and out. This one knows you can stretch to take it," B-1374 says with a sly smirk.

“Come on, let's see what you can do," K-2373 encourages, keeping itself pressed up against its fellow toy, cocks gently rubbing along the other, while they keep themselves hands free, holding onto each other while they wait for the near completed toy to finish.

Ratchet huffs, grabbing the dildo with both hands, pushing it into his mouth which stretches and spreads till it the knot pops into his mouth, lips curling around the end, lips bulging, feeling the second knot pressing up against his lips.

“Good toy-to-be, now do the other end."

He responds with a blush, grabbing the dildo by the knot, and pulling the one end of the dildo out of his mouth with a loud pop, feeling the pressure of the length pull away from his throat, the last bit slipping out of his mouth as he pants, more for show and a vague desire that he 'should' be panting after taking such a massive length. He spins the dildo around and repeats the process. His gaze locked on the two eagerly awaiting toys, which move into position, laying on their backs, butts facing the other, giving just enough space to take the dildo that will be between them.

Finishing soaking the dildo in his mouth lubricants, he comes over to them. He places the toy between them, their puckers, twitch and ache, ready to take in the dildo. He helps guide both toys onto it. They moan as more of the dildo disappears between them, their legs wrapping around the other, using each other as leverage to pull themselves onto the toy, forcing past the knots that spread their rears, the point of no return being hit, forcing them close together. They arch their backs, hands gently caressing the rubber bed sheets as they look over to Ratchet, giving them the look of “You know what to do next."

K-2373 and B-1374's lengths throb and twitch next to each other, balls squished, and pressing up against the other. Ratchet, swallows a lump in his throat, taking the cock rings, slipping them down the cocks, pulling the twitching aching members closer together, flipping on the vibrations that make their cocks shake, and send pleasure through the toys.

His fingers tingle in anticipation, putting on each cock ring stopping at the spots that he feels is “right" to lock the cocks together, becoming all prepared for him to sit upon, “Like this?" he asks, putting the last rings around the heads of the cocks.

“Perfect. Now sit, and face the camera," K-2373 says pointing to the lead camera of three that is facing the toy-to-be, ensuring that Ratchet will be facing perpendicular to the two bound toys that will be underneath him.

“Y-yes Maker," he responds with a soft squeak, moving over them, he presses the tips of the cocks against his pucker. The moment they touch it, he feels the vibration send up into him, making him gasp. Slowly he lets his weight push down onto them, sinking deeper and deeper, letting the vibration build and bubble up through his body.

He arches his back moaning, legs about to close when the two toys hook his legs with one of their own, spreading him wider, exposing him more to the cameras, making him meep, and blush, hilting down onto the two lengths, feeling their unique distinct shapes within him. The other leg from each toy, wrap and hold closer together.

K-2373 and B-1374 express their extreme flexible nature, leaning forward to grab Ratchet's butt from their side, their fingers teasing and rubbing his behind, and with great feat of strength, from both toy they rise him up, higher and higher till only the tips of their lengths are still within his tight hole before letting him slide back down.

Ratchet moans in delight, feeling spread and vibrated, his bulge twitching, aching, so firm. Faster they raise him, grabbing his butt tighter so they may pull him down, while they buck up in unison to help take the toy-to-be even harder.

“Now B-1374," says K-2373, the toys using only one hand now to help with the raising and lowering of Ratchet's body, their free hand sliding across Ratchet's front to rub and massage the bulge.

The fennelope moans, arching his back, the massaging from his Maker and fellow toy across his sensitive bulge feeling wonderful. The pressure of his dammed-up delight grows. He pants louder, tail twitching, ears wiggling, his toes curling as everything is sped up while time itself feels to slow for him.

He feels every thrust, every rub, the pressure down onto his bulge, squeezing it down, running across the edges, along the center, fighting against the firmness. He felt like a pot, with the lid on, the fires under him growing hotter, the pressure of the bubbling liquid ecstasy growing within him, unsure when he couldn't hold it back anymore, to explode in a wonderful moment of mind-blowing climax. When will it come to the point of his no return. After everything that has happened to him, could he?

“Good toys don't touch themselves."

“Good toys don't need to cum."

“Good toys don't need to climax."

“Good toys only cum when told to."

“Good toys only climax when told to."

K-2373 gauges the level of the toy-to-be's pleasure. Watching a new height be reached with each thrust. Mind numbing pleasure that would have hobbled the material before it was molded into this perfectly crafted toy. Fulfilling its new role within the store and reaching a new level of existence that his material demanded it to be. The look of pure delight on his face told it all. And then, it came, “Climax toy," it commands.

Stop. Time lost meaning. This instant. It. Was. Perfect. The damn broken, the pot exploding. A wave of bliss coming over him, a torrent of delight, the ocean draining down to sea that it was when this all started that felt like eons ago. The unleashing of everything would have created a massive mess to any traditional toy, but Ratchet isn't traditional. All there was is the bulge twitching, throbbing, pulsating as if it was unleashing a torrent of cum, yet there was no cuming. Only the twitching and throbbing of the climax. The unleashing of the pleasure within him.

The feeling any toy felt when it grabbed a cock as it cummed, is the same feeling that K-2374 and B-1374 are feeling as they rub and massage Ratchet's bulge, letting the afterglow of the climax last as long as possible. So wonderful was this that the toy-to-be, didn't even notice that the two toys under him have unleashed their seed into him. The toy's cum fills his whole, filling him with their combined warmth, mixing with delight within him, slowly leaking out of his spread-out hole, the two cocks providing a less than perfect seal.

“Good toy-to-be," K-2373 says, gently massaging the bulge a bit longer, keeping Ratchet hilted on their lengths.

Eyes wide, glazed over, ears folded back, hands back to keep himself propped up. Ratchet could not put to words what was just felt. What just happened. It's beyond comprehension… yet he could comprehend it all. Something that is black out pleasurable good, he remained awake for it all. He could handle it all. A perfect sculpture of pleasure, focused on others' needs with the rare occasion of bliss such as this as his reward, on top of the joy of serving others. What more could a toy want? None of this was thought by him, only felt. The last climax he'll ever feel before being completed. A sense of accomplishment of having gone this far. To have made it. To reach the finish line. He did it. Such a feeling of pride and delight felt familiar.

“Good toy-to-be, you are ready," K-2373 says, slowly lifting Ratchet off them.

“Thank you, Maker," he moans in response, his senses returning to him, laying on his back, rump squeezing, keeping any more of the toy essence from leaking out.

“We aren't done yet toy-to-be. We aren't going to leave with such a mess that needs to be cleaned."

Ratchet sits up, blushing, seeing the two twitching cum covered cocks still vibrating and bound together, “R-right Maker. This one apologies."

“It's alright toy. Now clean up before we go onto the next step."

“Take your time," remarks B-toy.

“This one will do a good job," he replies, crawling back over to the two toys. It grabs the first cock ring, pulling up and off from the members. The toys moan as toy juices roll over the rings as it's pulled.

“Good toy, now clean it," K-2373 says with a sly smirk.

“Got it Maker," it replies, taking the ring into its mouth, tasting the toy's cum mixture, feeling the vibration of the rings within its mouth. The toy giving a firm suckle, pulling it out of its mouth clean of all the toy cum, turning off the vibrators and then placing it back into the box.

Ring by ring the toy pulls unleashes the two cocks, suckling each ring pair clean leaving now two free cocks, and a pool of cum that has rolled down onto their thighs and balls. Starting with Maker's cock, it sucks and bobs its head on the length, licking and cleaning the member, then switching over to B-toys.

The toys moan, holding onto each other with their legs, rumps squeezing the dildo that is still lodged within them. They shiver and arch their backs, feeling Ratchet's tongue lick across their balls, their cocks rubbing on either side of the fennelope's head while it hungrily laps the pool of cum left between them. With each sensual lick the toy's rubber shines brighter. Each passing moment the mess that the toy has made is cleaned up, leaving only some on its cheeks, but at the moment its focus is doing a good job for its Maker and fellow toy.

K-2373 moans happily, “That's it toy, very good. Now help us get off this dildo," it says.

“Yes Maker," it says, putting its hands on the other toy's butts. With a firm push from it and the other toys, they pop off the dildo, slowly sliding away from each other revealing the gel dildo once again. The toys sit up and move in, giving a licking kiss on Ratchet's cheeks, cleaning them of the seed that was on them.

With a soft squeak and blush he leans into the double tender kiss, feeling completely content between K-2373 and B-1374. Slowly they pull away, their hands gently caressing his side. B-toy grabs the dildo and puts it back into the box, “This one will get this all cleaned up Maker, while you two finish up."

K-2373 smiles, “Thank you," it replies, slipping off the bed with a squeak, grabbing Ratchet's sprocket tag, softly tugging it, “Come toy-to-be. Time to finish up."

“Y-yes Maker," it replies with a soft squeak, slipping off the bed, following his Maker off the bed and deeper into the room, moving past the kitchen and dining table, toward another locked door.

“You ready?" it asks, unlocking the door.

“More than ready Maker. It was made for this."

“Good toy-to-be," it says, the door opening revealing a hallway. They move down it, the door auto locking behind it. To the right Ratchet is caught surprised by a small break room. There a guard is having lunch, but they walk forward a bit more to another room on the left. It unlocks the door, stepping inside, the lights flickering, revealing two silver phallic pods, with a computer console between them.

“What's this Maker?" Ratchet asks, the door behind them closing.

“This is where you'll get the last of your programing, and completion of your internal diagnostics as a toy. After this is complete, you'll be sent to get your final touch ups, such as handles."

“H-handles?" he responds with a squeak.

K-2373 looks over its shoulder, standing at the computer console, typing in a few things “You wanted handles, didn't you?"

“Y-yes Maker, this one would love handles."

“This one thought so," it says, hitting the enter key, the pod to the right opening, revealing a black latex insides, “Please step inside."

“Yes Maker," he says, feeling his excitement build. Not sexual, but a wanting anticipation, “This is it. Toy is about to be a good toy. How wonderful is this?" he thinks, stepping inside, facing outward.

“Comfy?"

“Yes Maker."

“Good." The pod hisses, closing around him. A moment later the pod inflates, locking him into place, and for the first time the pod is molding around him. A few moments later, once he's totally bound, unable to move an inch, there is a familiar yet strange tingle that happens in the back of his neck, running up his spine and into his mind, as a synthetic voice speaks.

“New Hardware detected. Running diagnostics, one moment please…." sometime later it speaks again, “Diagnostics complete. Error no core toy programing found. Running query. Query complete. Preparing to upload M-M Version 2.168.96. Running toy program now."

It gasps, “What is that?" it wonders, ears twitching, the toy reaches up to touch it, “Wait how can this one move?" it says, his vision catching a white light in the distance." It's drawn to it, unsure why but he walks toward the light that grows in size but not in luminosity, “What is Maker having this one do?" the toy asks, his voice disappearing into the void that surrounds him.

Soon it sees the mirror. A reflection of itself but not as it is now, but of what it was. The furry fennelope. That soft grey fur, the pink dyed hair, and his natural brown. The Sprocket painted fur, that adds to his feminine boy looks. The reflection moves the same way it does, perfect synchronization. The toy looks at itself, seeing it hasn't changed, “How does this work?" it wonders, moving closer, touching the smooth glass which flash in a blinding light, shattering into countless pieces of light.

“Eeek!" it exclaims, its vision returning, seeing kneeling before it that same fennelope, bound and helpless. Arms tied behind his back, forced in a kneeling position, mouth gagged, which reads, “Doubt."

On his right leg, there is another sign that reads “uncertainty."

Left leg? “Fear"

And the chastity cage that is holding his length in check? “Judgment"

Ratchet feels the bondage, his aching body, eyes meeting with the toy standing before him. The perfect finished black, blue and white rubber sex toy that he's become, and he knows it. There he can read on the toy's collar, the sprocket tag of matching collars, reading the designation R-9375. He feels and sees what he sees. Feels and sees what the toy sees. A dichotomy that is lost on the toy that has only one perspective.

“What is this?" R-9375 asks curiously, crouching before its organic self.

Ratchet shudders, aches, drooling around the gag, panting heavily, nostrils flaring, seeing coming out of the void behind the toy sleek black, blue and white rubber tentacles.

“Toy look out behind you! Tentacles! Wait… is that a bad thing for a toy?" Ratchet thought, just as the tentacles coiled around R-toy, coiling around the legs and arms, lifting it up into the air.

“Oh my gosh…" R-9375 squeaks, legs spread, arms held out as a sleek black tentacle moves in front of it, the tip rubbing along its lips before slipping in, down its throat, while at the same time another blue tentacle runs across his tight rear, slipping deep into it, spreading it wide, and deep.

Ratchet shudders and gasps, squeezing down onto nothing, feeling the sensation that the toy is, and coming with it the flood of images, and knowledge. His length straining against the chastity as he is assaulted with all the toy is receiving, getting the last of the toy programing…

R-9375 shudders, squeezing, milking, suckling with perfection, keeping its focus while scenes are flooded into its mind. Ways to please different users, all of which are male. He's getting perspectives and experiences from different toys, on different toys on different users. It's happening so fast, that its hard to recognize them all but certain moments and times stand out. Some of these are from K-2373's perspective. B-toy's perspective and other toys that it has met during all this time. There are others it doesn't recognize and know.

From places it's never been or sure that isn't at this particular store. A conglomerate of memories and experiences, and then there is one that stands out within its mind. A quick flash, yet lasts a few minutes, an experience of service that is a bit outside of all the others its seen and felt. Making it last longer in its mind despite it given equal measurement as all the others. One from K-2373's perspective, sucking down a cyan cock, that with each slurp feels a building of arousal, nothing out of the ordinary, except its of a particular black rubber sergal toy.

More knowledge, techniques, are given to the toy, helping it expand its repertoire on how to please users, to be of service, help deal with different kinds of situations, all of which are useful, the process finishing after an unknowable amount of time that has passed. When the tentacles put the toy down, leaving the toy excited, full of energy, it sees Ratchet who is utterly exhausted. Of course, he was a little exhausted already but now, he seems to be barely holding on, about to collapse from delight and overstimulation.

He looks at the toy with begging and pleading eyes, wanting more, experiencing more, the lust of the moment is too much for him. Body aching, mind a swirl of thoughts and concerns yet more focused on the here and now, whatever that may be.

R-9375 approaches, crouching down before him, looking over him, “So very needy, this one should help. This one wants to help you," it says, reaching out to touch him and in that moment Ratchet is captured within a bright light that blinds the toy, and the next thing it knows there are seemingly countless spheres all around it.

Curious it reaches down picking up one of the spheres, suddenly getting a flash, a young fennelope, young, afraid, looking down at a school. Heart pounding, “I don't want to go," he says with a soft squeak.

“Sweety, you have to go. You don't want to miss your first day of school, do you?" asks a sweet voiced anthropomorphic female jackalope.

“But what if the kids don't like me?"

“That's impossible."

“Why?"

“You're the best child a mother could ever want. They'd be lucky to have you as your friend."

“You sure?"

“I know it. Now go and have fun."

“Okay…" he replies, heading off, the memory ending.

K-2373 voice speaks with an omni-presence, “Pick one memory and place it in the basket. It will be the one we preserve for you. You can only pick one. So take your time and decide wisely," it explains. A light appear a few feet away in front of it, revealing a strange machine one part has a basket that says 'keep' the other is just a funnel, “Do you understand?"

R-toy gulps, feeling the weight of the moment, “This one does."

“Good luck. There is no rush. Pick the one that suits you the best."

“Yes Maker," it replies, sifting through memories. Experiencing a lifetime within mere moments. One memory at a time, some good, some bad, others bland and boring, a few better to be forgotten. It keeps a small pile of memories that make the first cut, second cut, third cut, while still trying to find one that is perfect… and then.

“I'm so proud of you honey, you did it," says the antlerless brown and black furred female jackalope. She proceeds to give him several kisses on the cheeks, wrinkling his graduation uniform.

“Mom, please, not in front of my friends," he says, squirming while those said friends chuckle off to the side.

“Leave the boy alone Mimi, he's grown up," says a male anthropomorphic white furred fennec.

“I can't help it. I am proud of our little boy, being top of his class, getting a job at a big company like that?"

“Mom, I something I want to tell you…" he says, looking away for a moment, looking over to his father who gives him a subtle nod from behind her.

“What is it deary?'

“I decided to not take the job at S. Tech and start my own business.

She looks at him curiously, “Ratchet, when did you decide this?"

“About three weeks ago."

“And you didn't tell me or your Father?"

“I told Dad."

She turns to face him, “Abel! You knew about this?"

He blushes letting out a soft squeak, “Ah… well he came to me about it. And I thought it would be best if he told you himself. It's his life you know."

“I don't see why you had to keep it from me."

Ratchet blushes, “Sorry Mom… I just didn't want to disappoint you. You were telling all our neighbors and your friends about the job, and I didn't want to make you sad."

She huffs, “Deary. Something like that would never make me sad. You are taking a chance. I'm proud of you for doing so. Remember, if your father and I didn't take a chance, you wouldn't be here. So go ahead, take that chance. See where it leads you. I'm sure you'll do great and make a name for yourself."

“See, I told you she'd be okay with it," says Abel.

“You were right," Ratchet replies.

“See, a father knows best," he replies.

“Let's get a picture to remember this moment. And no matter what happens. Your father and I will always be proud of you," she says, giving him a kiss.

“Mom… you're embarrassing me."

“Not as much as if I let your father get going."

“You know I can do it," he replies.

Ratchet lets out a soft huff, “Okay," he says, giving up, the three going to get a graduation picture taken together.

R-9375's eyes light up, “This one," it says, with a certainty like no other.

“Are you sure?" K-2373 replies.

“This one couldn't be surer in its entire existence."

“Okay, put it in the basket, and we'll continue."

“Yes Maker," it replies, placing the memory into the basket.

Moments later a synthetic voice says, “Toy programming program terminated. Toy is now complete."

R-toy finds itself back into the tight black rubber pod, which after a few moments hisses and releases him, slowly opening, revealing K-2373 standing before it, “Welcome back toy. How are you feeling?"

R-9375 lets out a soft squeak, “This one feels good Maker, does this mean this one is complete?"

“Yes, it is toy. But now we're going to get your final touches done. Come, come."

“Yes Maker," it says with a soft squeak, stepping out of the mold, feeling refreshed and perfect.

“Come toy," it says, running its fingers along its chin.

“Yes Maker," it responds with a soft squeak, following the feline toy out of the room, back down the hallway through its Maker's living quarters, and into the toy testing room hallway where it reveals the secret elevator.

“This one can't wait to get its handles."

“This one knows, and it will have fun putting them on you," it says with a playful wink, the elevator opening, the two stepping inside, going down to the toy labs a few floors underneath the store.

R-toy feels the growing anticipation and excitement, the doors opening revealing the lab where there are a half of dozen toys busily working with small vats of black liquid rubber. L-0375 mutters, the sleek black, white and pink toy with a spade tale, “Hmm that didn't work, before noticing K-2373."

“Maker, coming to check up on us toys?" it asks, all the toys turning to face it.

“No, no, just putting the final touches on this toy. Keep up the good work. We don't want the other toy labs to undo us."

“Of course, not maker," it responds, getting back to work, while they head down the hallway into one room that has a few tools waiting there along with two pairs of solid blue handles.

“Onto the bondage rack, face away," K-2373 says, pointing to the X rack that was off to the side.

It lets out a soft squeak, “Yes Maker," going over to the rack with its Maker in toe. It shackles and binds the toy tightly to the rack, hooking up its cuffs to it.

“This one can't have you moving while it adds the handles. It's a very pleasurable experience."

“Y-yes Maker," it says, looking over its shoulder, at K-2373, which heads over to the table, grabbing the handles and a heating tool.

It warms up the device, while placing the handles on the toy's back, checking and adjusting the position to sink them in, “Hmm," as it then does the same to the hips, deciding where to sink them into the toy's body, “Want back or hips first?" it asks, marking the spots on R-toy's back with a marker.

“Back please," it replies.

“Got it," it says, putting all but one handle off to the side. The heating device now warmed up, K-2373 gently warms up the ends of the handles, making them a little soft, before placing the device on marked spots, warming up the toy's latex.

It's a strange warming sensation, not burning even as the rubber becomes soft and malleable. It sends shivers through the toy's body, feeling the delight of the warmth flow through it, like sinking into a hot tub after working out in the cold all day. It's rather refreshing, but then as the first handle is pushed into its body a spark of pleasure fills it. The rubber mixes with each other while inch after inch is sunk into the toy, building a firm base for the handle to merge into the toy itself.

With each inch, and mixing of rubber, a tingle comes over R-9375. The handle start to become a part of it as it's melded into place. K-2373 working to merge and bind the rubber handle and the toy together till they are one.

It rubs the handle, putting the heating device down, letting the toy's rubber cool, and with each rub and passing moment the sensitivity of the handles grow. A little numb at first, like a limb that has fallen asleep. Tingling and prickling all over the handle as it wakes up, and within several minutes the handle comes to full sensitivity, feeling much like its bulge being touched and caressed. The toy shudders, moaning, arching its back, “Feeling good?" K-2373 asks.

“Yes Maker," it says with a soft pant.

“One down, three more to go."

“Y-yes Maker," it replies, in wanting anticipation, unable to move and wiggle much as the process is repeated again on its back. Sinking in that long thick rubber handle, the rubber mixing, merging, becoming part of it, the sensitivity rising higher and higher till it's on par with the other handle.

K-2373 puts the melting device down, gripping both handles, giving them a firm rub and squeeze, “How does that feel?"

“Very good Maker," it moans.

The feline toy gives a firm tug, jerking the toy back, the bondage rack rattling in the process, while the fennelope toy moans, “Solid binding, perfect. Now for your hips," it says, going to its place it marked, warming up the marked spots.

R-9375 watches its body warm up, becoming slick and gooey. Seeing the honey slow drip of the blue rubber handles, before they smoosh and sink into its body. Deeper and deeper, lick a pair of dicks slipping into its rear. The new zone of pleasure building up within it, the cool air of the room becoming felt, the warmth of Maker's hands across the handles that are cool at first but steadily warm up as the toy connects with it, becoming one in the same, “Oh my gosh," he squeaks, panting in delight, knowing the sensation will repeated all over again on the other thigh.

“There we go," K-2373 says, finishing the other handle, completing the sets. It puts the heating device off to the side, “Now to test how these handles work," it says, reaching to grab the hip handles, giving them a firm squeeze. The toy squeezing and ringing the handles.

“Oh my gosh!" exclaims R-toy, the warm grip of its Maker across the sensitive hard handle is such a delight that it doesn't care to describe it past “It feels wonderful." The pleasure is not only the handles that are exposed but the pleasure goes down into the toy's body, feeling the deeply dug in handle into the rubber, which then slowly spreads outward through the rest of its body.

“Good, good. It looks like they are stable and sensitive, but let's see if they are durable," K-2373 says with a fiendish grin, slipping its length underneath the toy's tail, pressing up against its pucker.

“Meep," it responds, feeling the hard tug of its handles, three zones of pleasure being exploited at the same time. Its rear is spread by its Maker's perfect member, spreading its tight hole, while the pleasure of the handle tugging at its thighs allows its Maker to dive in even deeper, hitting those pleasure buttons.

K-2373 moans, cock twitching, the knot bouncing off the toy's tight rear. Its hands caressing and holding the handle, thumbs running across the outer corner of the handle, a hidden 'hot button' within the handle, while the index finger runs across the inner corner, showing the even 'hotter button' built into the handle.

Soft squeaky moans fill the room, the bondage rack shaking and jiggling under the force of the toy's thrusts. The handles are holding firm, allowing for the hardest and quickest pounding that R-toy has ever experienced. The slick hole being filled over and over by the Maker's member, the knot popping in and out of the hole with ease, sending hot waves of pleasure through it.

Its toes curl, hands are clenched into fists, mouth open, panting in delight. Now triple the pleasure spots, double the pleasure of going out and in. Each pull and tug on the handle, spreading of the holistic pleasure given to the moment. The toy's mind can only wonder now what it feels like if someone gripped its back handles and shoved a cock into its hungry mouth. Such delights that it felt only a fraction of when someone gripped its handles is now given nice and easy access at any time.

With a loud mew, K-2373 climaxes into its completed toy, giving its first filling as a total toy. Hot sticky toy seed flooding into R-9375's body, the knot popping in, locking in the toy juices. The toys pant and moan, “How was that toy?" K-2373 inquires.

“Wonderful Maker," it responds, squeezing its Maker's cock.

“Perfect," it says with a soft purr, licking across the toy's back handle, licking along the underside, making the fennelope toy moan in delight.

“T-thank you Maker," it replies, helpless, letting Maker have its way with it, testing and toy its body, till it's had its fill, filling it.

R-9375 feels completed, providing service to its Maker, feeling a little sad when it's done, being unchained from the rack, letting the toy feel its movements and steps with the handle. Each move it has, reminds it subtle of its handles that are sticking out of its body, “Thank you Maker."

“Any time for such a good toy. But now you have to get back to work," K-2373 says with a firm butt smack.

R-toy moans, “Yes Maker," it says, following it out of the room, feeling its Maker's juices still within it, but it has been cleaned and prepped for the day. They get to the elevator, going back to the toy testing room hallway where B-1374 stands there with a coy smile.

“B-toy? What is it?" K-2373 asks.

“Maker, you forgot something."

“What did this one forget?"

“This," it says, pulling out R-9375's glasses.

“Oh my gosh, this one forgot about them."

“Yes… sorry," K-2373 says with a blush.

“Thank you B-1374," it says, taking the glasses, putting them back onto its nose where they belong.

“They are your charge now, don't lose them," B-toy says, then pulling out the tool belt, “And this too."

“This one won't… and that too," it says with a blush, grabbing the belt, putting it onto itself, running a finger across the belt, letting it meld into its body, perfecting the ensemble.

“Thank you B-toy, what will this one do without you?"

“This one doesn't know, but how about you reward this one for its hard work?" it says with a sly smirk, leaning against the wall.

“After its meeting, then we can."

“Oh okay, this one will be waiting," it says, sneaking into K-2373's room.

“You're good toy?" K-2373 asks changing focus to R-toy.

“This one is Maker. Thank you."

“Good, and one more thing."

“Yes Maker?"

“You'll be the head assistant to maintenance. So, you'll be, head maintenance toy. You understand the responsibility of such a position?"

R-toy nods, “Yes Maker! This one won't let you down!"

“This one knows you won't. For now, help with the ongoing remodeling."

“Yes Maker," R-9375 says heading onto the store floor, where there is already a flutter of customers. It moves straight to the construction zone where Razor turns to face the sudden intrusion but relaxes when she sees it.

“There you are, where have ya been?" she asks.

“Sorry, this one was busy getting a few things completed."

She looks over at him, “Made to look more like a slutty toy."

“Y-yeah…" it responds with blush.

“Matter not to me. But we missed ya yesterday. We got a lot of work to be done 'ere."

“Of course, this one will work hard to finish this, much like this one is."

Razor gives him a curious look, “Sure," she remarks, getting back to work. The now completed toy is getting to its first real duty as a finished toy.