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High Quality Toy Maintenance** : Makers Meeting**

Popping out of the mold on that first day, really looking back at it, thinking on it, while stuck in the mold right now, just pondering things, to get an idea of what is becoming of himself. Having accepted this surreal reality… that tight rubber cage that kept his cock in a form of chastity, unable to get hard, no matter how hard it tried to press against that sweet embracing latex, making that bulge inflate and deflate every so often. The latex embraced the member, holding it, separated between the sensitive rod and the wonderful rubber, but it felt more stuck to the bulge after that first day, and that feeling would only grow into those next.

Those next days, as those sweet words spoke to his head, into the toy-to-be’s mind. Becoming just a constant reminder of what he is. The line between cock and bulge grew ever more blurred. A member twitches here one day, he could feel the entire length shift, and swim in its own juices, but perhaps now there is little less separation.

The pleasure shifts subtly with each of those days, the core of your cock, length. Teased by each touch of the latex, moving upward, outward, like a seed growing to reach the surface. Each day you feel a little more naked, a bit like his aching throbbing bits are visible to the world. The bulge, subtle, rounded, a delightful nulge that is oval in shape, a good area of where a cock should be and then some. The sensitivity growing in not only the heightened level of delight yet also in the area. More of the bulge feels like a zone of pleasure. The deep center of his lust remains there, but growing, sprouting outwards, feels a bit more with each molding, as the smooth bulge is pressed over.

The degree of separation between Ratchet and the toy he is becoming is less than ever. A thick core of the null, where the cock is, or perhaps was. It’s hard to tell, for its now a bleeding pleasure zone. It aches, it throbs, but it spreads out like waves on the water to the rest of the bulge, and only the bulge. Like a needy muscle, wanting to be massaged. The pressure of the mold feels more like his own length is being touched by the mold, and the pressure down onto the core of the null is icing on this sex cake. There can be lines of where he thinks his cock is still perhaps? But it’s so hard to tell that he has to really focus on it to really reaffirm he has it, if it’s not something in his mind, imagining something. It’s that hard to tell, and given how hard he always is, there is no way of knowing.

All he knows outside of how much he wants to be a good toy, is how good the null feels when others touch it. These passing days working, keeping busy, it was hard not to wonder if even this felt better than having his cock out and throbbing. The cool air around his nulge felt nice. The closing of his legs to put pressure on it, is just mind melting good. The bashfulness of surprising people with nothing there, yet knowing, he can’t be touched like that. Not yet. No, only Maker has, and maker has… he knows what is coming. It’s soon. He feels as if his internal clock has improved, and the time when Maker comes to release him from his rest and molding is close.

Perhaps this is why he is thinking about his null bulge. Knowing the routine that K-2373 has put into testing his body, making sure everything is in order. The standards of quality are important and are to never be forgotten. That blur of light blue, white and black. It is Maker, exciting growing.

“Maker!” Ratchet thinks, a twitch within his body, but he’s unable to move, suckling down on the phallic device in his mouth, squeezing the one in his rear. The warm rubber that flows in and out of him, helping him feel soothed and relaxed. Wondrous delights that are exemplified in his molding. The sudden flow of rubber stopping, anticipation growing, like a child about to get presents for Christmas, just have to wait patiently a little bit longer. The soft hiss of air rushing back into the molds, a few moments later. The cool refreshing air, opening him up to the world. The blur of his Maker, approaching, grabbing the first feeding tube, twisting it, unlocking it, pulling it away. Ratchet gasping for air out of instinct, and less out of need, and then followed by a moan when the one in his rear is pulled out.

K-2373 walks away again, moving to the computer console, typing away to initiate the next step of removing the toy-to-be from the mold, walking back to him as the program initiates.

The front of the mold clicks, unlocking and pulling away. The sensation of the latex peeling away from his latex, teasing his body, moaning softly the embrace and cupping of his smooth bulge felt as its teased one last time before fully feeling the cool air across it, making him shudder, twitch, eyes looking to his Maker. Vision is clearer than ever but there’s still that subtle blur that bothers his head without corrective lenses.

“How are you feeling today toy-to-be?” the feline toy asks with a soft purr, reaching out to gently rub Ratchet’s chest.

He gasps, feeling a twitch deep within his bulge, “Well…” he says with a soft squeak.

“How’s the vision?” it asks, the toy’s hands moving up along Ratchet’s body, feeling the warmth he gives off, fingertips gently playing around with his nipples.

“A little blurry still Maker,” he says, with a soft mew.

“Try these on then,” it says, placing a pair of spectacles on his face, “Better?”

“A little too good Maker.”

“Ah, overestimated we did,” it replies, pulling the glasses off, switching them like a magic trick within his hands with an identical pair of glasses, placing them on his nose, “How about these?”

Ratchet blinks a few times getting himself adjusted, “Perfect Maker.”

“Good. A surprise Maker knew exactly what one you’d need at this point. Experience it supposes,” K-2373 remarks.

“What do you mean Maker?” Ratchet asks.

“You don’t mind that toy-to-be, that is something between toy Makers,” it says leaning in close, giving Ratchet’s nose a squeaky kiss.

He mews softly with a soft squeak, “Okay Maker, this one understands.”

It smiles, giving him another soft kiss on the nose, “Good toy-to-be. Now, let's check how well your loins are doing,” it says, moving down, gently blowing across Ratchet’s rubber body, the toy watching him twitch, its fingertips tracing along the curves of Ratchet’s body, “Good, good,” it purrs softly.

Ratchet shivers, tugging a little bit out of the mold, the soft tug of the forming rubber fur showing up along his ears which twitch and move like they are his natural form. Air rushing into the back of the mold, but all eyes are on his Maker, watching it blow across his body, and down across the sensitive bulge, “Ready?” it asks, the words ringing out into his mind, the collar seemingly to respond to the words to encourage him.

“A good toy is always ready for its Maker.”

“A good toy is ready when it's meant to be ready.”

“You are a good toy, ready for Maker.”

“Y-yes Maker,” he squeaks, eyes unable to take off of Maker’s face, watching those lips pucker, moist wind blowing across his bulge, sensitive tease, that internal twitch of what remains of his length, the throb and pulse of the bulge of what IS his length.

“Good toy-to-be,” it says, cupping Ratchet’s bulge, feeling the line between the bulge and the rest of the toy body, that thin razor line between what feels ‘normal’ and what is sensitive, a delight to be touched, and caressed, even the sides of the bulge feel the same delight across the entire surface, like rubbing along the entire shaft of an ultra-needy cock. It feels so good yet not nearly enough to get off, only bringing it closer to that edge that it knows it’s toy-to-be knows all too well.

Ratchet bucks his hips but only moves a little, loosening further from the mold, the toy’s hands keeping him from moving more, his subtle movements tug him out the mold, more cool air blowing across his rubber skin. Heart throbbing within his chest, butterflies building up in his gut, twitch, throb of his bulge, watching that feline tongue slither out of his Maker’s mouth and along the entire length of the bulge from the base to the top. A slow squeaky lick, pressing down on the bulge, teasing the bulge core where his cock or what left of it is…

K-2373 senses and feel the pressure and the push back of Ratchet’s bulge against its sensitive tongue. Feeling that twitching core of its toy-to-be’s cock, feeling how its transitioning into the bulge, monitoring the sensitivity of the bulge itself and how the toy-to-be is responding to it, “It feels to be coming along nicely, but this one needs to be sure, quality is important,” it thinks, the toy’s thumbs running along the bulge, pressing down upon it, pushing a bulge up against the toy’s tongue as its lips suckle upon it, drawing it into its mouth, feeling and sensing how a perfect null bulge should be and what it is.

Ratchet shudders, mewing, squeaking, panting, toes curling, hands fisting as the pleasure rocks through him. Such heavenly delights, he never thought could be achieved with nothing but a smooth crotch, yet he feels a desire for more, like this is only a small piece of the entire pleasure puzzle. The sensation of needing to be filled once again, was that it? Or simply a lingering delight from being in the mold.

“Toy is a good toy.”

“Toy serves.”

Several more tender long licks and suckles along the bulge, the toy’s head following the pace of its thumbs rolling up the bulge. The process repeats a few times till K-2373 is satisfied it got the results it required. Leaving Ratchet a panting eager, horny lustful toy, as it knows it will always be, “Very good toy-to-be,” it says, cupping the bulge with one hand, fingers coiling along the base of the bulge, getting a grip on the sensitive piece of latex, pulling and luring Ratchet out of the mold, giving one last looking inspection of the growing rubber fur that the mold is helping to craft, “And another week this one thinks your rubber fur will all be in place. Getting your hairs to slip into the mold correctly is a challenge, but we’ve fixed those problems already,” it says with a smirk.

Ratchet lets out a soft moan, following his Maker out of the mold, going at his Maker’s pace, enjoying the tender control and feel of the toy’s hands on his most sensitive area, “Does this mean this one is ready to be used by customers?”

K-2373 gently rubs its thumb across the bulge, making a long drawn-out squeak, watching, monitoring the toy-to-be’s reaction, “No toy, not yet. This one knows you are eager to be of use, and at the end of the week you’ll do your routine maintenance of the pod mechanisms. You’ve fixed things up so well for that, there isn’t much extra work for you to do, except the basic store cleaning duties. Today you’ll be working on the toy testing rooms, making sure they remain clean. We just finished the remodeling of three rooms to go with a few new product releases. Dragon dungeon for the bondage gear. Sex on the beach for the new swimwear, and underwater kink play. And last but not least, Kink escape room, our first room where we have to sell tickets for a bondage experience. A little suggestion this one made a few months ago. It’s tickled pink that Maker is letting this one test that idea,” it says, leaning in to give the toy with a soft rubbery kiss on the lips.

Ratchet lets out a soft mew and squeak, “That’s wonderful to hear Maker. It will do its best to help,” it says, following the feline toy out of the toy molding room, and down the hallway, letting the gentle caress of his bulge help guide him forward.

“This one knows you will. Keeping the toy testing rooms clean and doing it quickly is very important. New rooms are often a hot topic, and we can get lines of people who want to test them and some of our products. Not only keeping the room open as often as possible for customers, but clean and safe for their use. It’s one of the most important, even if it is the most thankless job when it comes to customers.”

Ratchet gives an affirmative nod, “This one understands Maker. And is pleased to be of service in such a way. It doesn’t look for thanks, only to do its best as a good toy should.”

K-2373 smiles, gently kneading Ratchet’s crotch causing it to softly squeak and the toy-to-be to tense, “Wonderful. And in a few more days you’ll be able to service customers directly. But until then you understand that you aren’t to be servicing any customers, only serving them.”

Ratchet regains his composure just as they exit the hallway onto the main store floor, “Shall unit check up on the rooms first?”

“Not yet, toy. The store isn’t open for another hour, and they’ve already been cleaned and prepared for the day. This one wants you to start the first hour and a half with basic store maintenance. Check the automatic doors, check around if there is anything that could use a little fixing that might have been overlooked. After that, monitor the rooms, and clean any after use. You’re assigned as the first to clean up this day.”

“First clean up Maker? Meaning it is the first toy to clean up any room, and other toys clean up any rooms that become free if it's still cleaning the first?”

“That is correct. Remember to do your best to be quick but being thorough is key. A customer’s health is primary.”

“Yes Maker,” he replies with a soft squeaky mew, feeling his Maker’s hand pull away from his sensitive loins, watching that cute feline smile, that soft bounce of its blue cock as it moves.

“Good toy-to-be. And remember if you ever need help, find a toy and they will provide assistance. We work together as a team.”

“Of course, Maker, this one understands, and is ready to get to work!”

“Perfect, at this point it trusts that you know what to do.”

“It does Maker.”

“And remember once the store opens and we are in public.”

“Call you Master, or Toy Master,” he says, feeling a rush of excitement through his body upon uttering those words.

K-2373 smiles, “Once again perfect. Keep up the good work,” it says, giving him a soft squeaky kiss before sauntering off, to do its own much needed work.

Ratchet tenses, feeling the twitch within his smooth bulge, the excitement of the new day, getting straight to work. Checking various bits of equipment, a cash register draw was sticking during the daily before the store opening check, a simple fix that required some lubricant. The store opens up with the same small initial rush of people who want to try something new, exciting.

When Ratchet came to the store and first started to work here, there is that hidden expectation that this is a simple sex shop. Sure, living sex toys serving you, working the store is anything but ‘simple’ but the idea you go in, get what you want for yourself and those you want to be intimate about and go, but there is much more than that. There is something the store gives that is not sold but given, an experience like no other. Something that is hinted at the smaller stores but helps make the long trip to the larger stores all the more worth it.

And one of those many experiences is the sex rooms of course, but there is more than just that, a welcoming comfort with the underlying sexual nature of the place. It’s not hidden at all but respected, and it doesn’t take long for a promiscuous dragon wanting to test the dragon dungeon, coming out of the room rather satisfied with a sleek purple rubber femboy dragon toy that is very well used, but showing signs it took time to clean some of itself out so it wouldn’t leave the toy testing room a mess.

“It's now this one’s turn to shine,” it thinks, walking down the hall, ears twitching, hearing the sounds of a few other rooms being used by other eager patrons and toys eager to please. It enters the dungeon room, closing and locking the door behind it, it turns around to see a medieval styled sex dungeon. Each item is meant to mimic the looks of a tortious device but chained up to be of sex and pleasure. The iron maiden is full of soft nub vibrating dildos instead of spikes and so on and so forth. Hanging on the walls, there are dildo spears, whips, lubricants and so forth, and in the corner is a golden ‘soft metal’ aka metallic looking cushioned coins where one can comfortably enjoy fucking on a pile of gold and there is where the dragon and the toy really enjoyed themselves. Coins are covered in copious amounts of seed and toy fluids, several are scattered across the floor which look like stone but give a quarter of an inch of soft cushion, making sex on the floor equally as comfortable as any bed.

“This one can see where cleaning these coins is going to take some time,” it mutters, taking another moment to take stock of the room before going to a wall at the far end that looks plain and with nothing hanging upon it. With a push forward and a slide, it reveals a hidden sliding door that opens up to a large stockpile of cleaning supplies. A steam cleaner, a hot bath machine to wash the coins, a dryer system, disinfectants of all kinds, and UV light and luminal items, to make sure that the clean is very thorough. There’s also a shoot to slide down used items that need a longer cleaning, as well as a dozen or so replacements of various items that are found in the room that won’t be cleaned quickly, but easier to grab a fresh replacement and have the cleaning crew on the floor below clean those items to be brought back up here.

“Good thing this one is prepared to do a good job for Maker,” it says, getting to work, using the luminal to get an idea of just where the fun actually took place then sweeping up the coins, putting them through the cleaner, steam cleaning the entire room, disinfecting every item, just to be on the safe side, before checking the lubricants, making sure there is enough there for at least the next three customer sets, before giving the room the all clear. Putting the cleaning supplies away, sliding the door back into position, which becomes smooth and hidden from the customer, then unlocking the door, exiting the room, giving the clear notice that it's ready to be used, and taking not long to go to another room that is in need of cleaning.

The cycle gets renewed time and time again, and as the store gets busier, the pressure to do well and be productive grows. Constant work, constant focus, cleaning thoroughly, listening to the sweet song that is sung in the back of his head.

“Toy is a good toy.”

“Toy works hard to please Maker.”

“Pleasing Maker is wonderful.”

“Pleasing Maker is great.”

“Toy’s Maker is K-2373.”

The words at moments could be distracting, getting lost into them as it works, tail swishing happily, using the cleaners to great effect, its hands shining brighter than the rest of its body but then it hears a whistle that snaps it out of its cleaning montage, while cleaning the dragon dungeon for the fourth time today, “Well that’s a sweet toy ass. I was curious about the rooms, but I wasn’t expecting to have a toy in here ready to be used,” says an anthropomorphic black furred fruit bat. His brown eyes locked onto the toy’s butt while he is on all fours scrubbing the floor. His big ears larger than his head have matching rainbow piercings along the outer portion of his ear. A leather collar around his neck with a golden bat tag on the front that simply reads “Vam”

Ratchet tenses, thinking, “This one forgot to lock the door in its haste! Relax, you can handle it toy, just take it slow and respectfully.” He gets up just as the bat, dressed in surprisingly dapper for the place he is in, steps in deeper into the room, closing the door behind him. “Hello. This one is currently being cleaned and not ready for customer use. It apologies for the inconvenience.”

He strides into the room, approaching the toy admiring him more, “Is that so? Then perhaps another room could better fit my needs as I enjoy such a sweet and delectable toy as yourself.”

Ratchet blushes, feeling a tingle rush through him, enjoying the compliment, but quickly regains himself, “Again, this one must apologize but this one’s duty is to clean the rooms and is currently not available for customer use.”

“Not available? How can something not be available to someone like myself,” he says, ears twitching his bunched up pink bat nose sniffing the air as he licks his fangs with delight, “I simply must enjoy such a unique toy as yourself. I have not seen one like you and therefore I must partake in the delights you have to offer.”

“A-ah…” he says with a soft audible vocal squeak, “It is not ready for customer interactions at this time.”

“If it's because you are cleaning. Wash up and be ready to service me then. I can wait… For a little while.”

“That’s the thing sir… uh what’s your name good sir?” he asks.

“For the evening you may simply call me Vam,” he responds, his words spoken with force yet an elegance and confidence that is hard to ignore, a drip of allure to them that tingle the senses.

“Sir Vam. This one is not ready for any customer use for several days. Its duties for the entire duration of the store hours is to keep these room clean for patron use. It is sure there are plenty of other toys at our fine establishment that could tickle your fancy.”

Vam’s pleasant smile instantly fades upon hearing his words, “I am not here to look for some other random toys. You’ve caught my eye and I intend to have you. I spend good money here and I am owed some compensation for my store loyalty. Or does Toys-4-U not care about such things?” he asks with annoyance in his voice, ears twitching, nostrils flaring.

Ratchet swallows a lump in his throat, “A-ah, no not at all. This one doesn’t want to displease you Sir Vam, but it is under strict orders from those above it that it is not to be used for any such pleasurable experiences for customers just yet. It needs a bit more time for that. It does apologize for the…” he says when his words are cut off.

“This is unacceptable! Someone of my station can't simply be held to the same rules as others. I am to have you. You speak as if you have not been taken by another person, is that true?”

“Y-yes Sir Vam. That is true. This one has not been used by any user.”

“Then I shall be your first. I demand it! And I will not wait!” he exclaims, getting right up on the toy, pushing him back up against the exterior of the iron maiden.

“Sorry Sir Vam but it can’t be used just yet. It does apologize…” he says his words growing ever softer, lips quivering, bulge twitching, the thought of being taken fills him with a mixed sensation. On one hand he wants it… wants it more than anything except… that his Maker told him not to, and that he’s not ready and that little bit is more important than his own wanting aching throbbing desires.

Vam grips Ratchet’s bulge and gives it a firm squeeze, “You are made to be fucked toy. I am not to have my desires denied by a simple object. I will enjoy your sweet, peached ass,” he states when the door swings open and stepping inside is B-1374.

“Hello?” the blind folded black and red toy asks, looking in Ratchet’s direction, who feels a sense of relief that another toy has arrived.

The bat looks over to the toy dismissively, “I am about to enjoy a toy. I demand to have privacy. You shouldn’t just barge in here like that.”

Ratchet is at a loss for words, his body quivering against the bat, seeing the thin membrane wings that are attached to his arms, his clothes designed to work around his unique nature.

B-1374 saunters over to them, “Now, now. This one knows that this toy here is currently not able to service users at this time. Its current duty is to clean this room, and seeing this room is not yet cleaned, it can’t allow you in good faith for your own health and safety to enjoy any toy let alone this toy in this room right now.”

Vam pulls away from Ratchet, turning his full attention to the other toy, “How can you, a simple toy tell me what kind of fun I can or can’t have? Do you know who I am? I am Vam Dra Von Koola Pire the third. And this was my land that I sold to Toys-4-U to get this store built.”

B-toy keeps its loving smile, “Yes K-2373 is very aware of your contributions and what you’ve done to make this store a reality. And as the one who runs this particular store, it would like to personally talk to you about this misunderstanding and how to reach a more agreeable arrangement.”

He eyes the toy, “And how do you happen to know of this misunderstanding so quickly? Let alone K-2373?”

“Toys that aren’t ready for customer use are kept an eye on, for the safety of our customers.”

“Are you telling me this toy is dangerous?”

“No, not exactly. But this one thinks it would be better explained by someone of the highest position we have at the store for someone as important as yourself, wouldn’t you say?”

Vam pulls his hand away from Ratchet’s bulging twitching latex crotch, “I suppose that will suffice, but someone of my station should not be treated in such a lowly way. How could you put something before me that I can’t have? Do you know how absurd that is?”

“This one can understand your frustrations, but if you don’t mind please follow this one, and hopefully we can come to an agreeable end?”

He huffs, “I don’t kind of end that is agreeable if I don’t get to have that toy’s end,” he states, motioning to Ratchet.

“We’ll work something out. Please come this way,” it says, giving a bow, hand gesture motion out of the room.

With a bat squeak he proceeds, eyeing Ratchet as he exits the room.

“Thank you,” Ratchet responds softly.

“Not a problem, let us completed toys handle this. Finish cleaning the room and continuing doing your task as assigned to you.”

Ratchet nods, feeling a pit form in his stomach, “This one will,” he responds, thinking, “Toy wonders what it could have done better. If B-1374 didn’t come in, it would have been sunk. And then it would have disobeyed Maker and could have been used before it allowed to, and get behind on the room cleaning… and the room wouldn’t have been clean for him to use too! That’s another big no no!” The concern swells up within him but for now he gets back to work, watching the feline toy exit the room.

Vam looks to the toy arms crossed, showing off at the tips of each of his bat wings are matching rainbow piercings that go along with his ears, “Well then, which way do we go?” he asks with a huff.

“Not very far Mr. Von Koola Pire the third. The manager's office and private room that only a select few ever get to see is this way,” it says, motioning further down the hall.

“A select few? And I haven’t been there yet?” he asks with a huff.

“It’s hard to prepare for such an important person as yourself. Even now we are under qualified to give you the proper treatment you surely desire but we will do our best on short notice,” it explains, leading the bat down the hall to the very last door on the left. B-1374 entering the keycode to unlock the door, stepping inside and holding the door open for him, “After you good sir.”

“At least there is some understanding of my importance,” he states, walking into the room, seeing K-2373’s large living space. The office to the left, the large black rubber sheet canopy bed with the multiple feline pillows, each a different color of the rainbow at the head of the bed, and deeper still a kitchen, dining room area. But the bat’s attention is drawn to the black, blue and white feline toy leaning against the bedpost, its blue knotted cock out and hard.

The feline toy Maker mews, “Hello Mr. Von Koola Pire the third. This one sees you are doing well. We haven’t spoken since the grand opening over a year ago.”

“Ah, yes,” he clears his throat, “It’s been too long for a good greeting. Which makes the reason for our meeting to be more an insult to injury,” he states, crossing his arms, wings running across his front.

“We here at Toys-4-U value every customer.”

“But I am no mere customer,” he states.

“Yes, you are a big supporter of the company, and K-2003 has entrusted this one with this store, a mutual binding between us and the wonderful community that your family has helped establish here.”

“Nearly a hundred years ago.”

“Shall be a hundred in just under two years. Time flies, doesn’t it?”

Vam stands toe to toe with the toy, his bulging pants touching K-2373’s length, “Don’t change the subject on me toy. What are you going to do about the denial of services that I rightfully owe?”

The feline toy smiles, looking over to B-1374 giving the toy a nod. The red and black feline nods back in kind, silently slinking off. K-2373 looks into Vam’s eyes, “Such sexual frustrations are well understood. And this one assures you that this is not our intent. The denial is simply a quality assurance that everyone deserves, especially one such as yourself.”

Vam eyes him, huffing, nostrils flaring, “Explain.”

We are testing new technologies with that particular toy unit. New bulge technology and specialty of using its rear in service to users and giving a cumless climax. It’s a complicated measure, but we are working on smoothing out the wrinkles in the technology.”

“How can a bulge be an issue? How can that be complicated with a toy?”

“You’d be surprised, and we don’t do simple, we make the extraordinary out of a simple idea. But your safety and most pleasurable experience that we can give you is always of the utmost importance and deserving of the best.”

“Well, I do deserve the best,” he says with a fanged grin.

“And the best you shall have. The toy is still being worked on, building up its ability to complete tasks and be proactive enough to function to the standard that Toys-4-U toys are known for. Would you want to enjoy an inferior product of, as you put it, someone of your station?”

Vam takes a moment of pause, “I can see your point, but you can’t have such a unique toy present before me that I just can’t have. A promise of which you can’t keep.”

K-2373 reaches out and gently runs its hands across Vam’s chest, “This one can understand that frustration, and this one means to make amends.”

“For one when that toy is ready, I get to be the first to enjoy it.”

“Of course, this one thought that was self-evident,” it says with a soft squeak, hands running down across the bat’s body, hands slipping down to start to unbutton the bat’s pants, slipping them down to reveal the bat’s twitching throbbing pinkish flesh, “But it thinks you want something a bit shinier, a nice surprise to show off your gleaming person, don’t you think?” it asks, the toy gently gripping the bat’s cock, its fingers gently running across the bat’s sensitive flesh.

Vam shudders, nostrils flaring, cock head flaring as he bucks into the toy’s slick smooth hands, “I do like to be sparkling, but what could a toy know of it? You are a thing, an object, a play thing for someone like me to enjoy.”

“Exactly. This one is a toy. An object, a plaything. Designed and made for your enjoyment. What else would understand your likes and loves except a toy, who’s job is to…” it asks, the toy wrapping its mouth around the bat’s cock, slipping it into his mouth, bobbing his head up and down in so slender long slurps before slipping the cock out of its mouth with a loud audible pop, “please.”

Vam swallows a lump in his throat, deep breaths keeping him calm, bucking against the toy’s mouth as pre-cum dribbles into the hungry maw, enjoying the rough yet smooth sensation of a feline toy along his length, “F-fair point,” he says, voice cracking a little.

The door from the toy testing room opens up, B-1374 coming in with a bucket in its hands, “Got it Toy Master,” it says, with a hint of glee in its voice.

K-2373 gives another long head bob on the bat’s length, “Perfect,” it looks up at the bat, “Are you ready to shine?”

He looks down at the toy then over to B-toy, noticing what the toy has in its hands, “Liquid latex? That causes issues with my fur, you know. Last thing I want is to have it tugging across my body and a pain to remove.”

“Ah, yes, but this is something new, based on the sleek design of the latex we use for our suits. Something that has been in the works for a while, not public yet, but this one thinks you’ll enjoy it, yes?”

“Testing products on me now?” he asks, staring down the feline.

“None of the sort my dear Vam,” he says with a soft purr.

B-toy standing beside them, reaching around to run its hands across the vest the bat is wearing, “If you don’t mind, this one needs to undress you, so it can make you shine,” it purrs.

“This one is sure you won’t mind,” K-2373 adds, giving the cock another long soft suckle.

“I-I will allow this,” he huffs, grunting, cock witching, enjoying the feel of the two toys around him, his concerns slipping into the back of his mind, letting his naked black furred body revealed to the two fine toys, enjoying the feel of the smooth rubber across him, the length twitching, aching, arousal building up within his mind.

K-2373 nods to B-1374, knowing the bat is ready for the next step of its plan. While gently suckling the bat’s length keeping the user nicely placated while B-toy, places the bucket of black rubber paint, placing it beside them.

“Shall we begin?” B-1374 asks with a feline toyish grin.

K-2373 nods, while still suckling off the bat. The toy’s plan to fix this one problem is now underway, all the while Ratchet is left working in the sex rooms, constantly cleaning, working, wondering in the back of its mind if it could do better, be a better toy, and then…

The store starts its closing and the process of doing a deep cleaning of the rooms and restocking all the supplies has begun, and it's at this time K-2373 approaches him, “Hello toy-to-be, how goes the deep cleaning of the dragon dungeon?” it asks looking over the room, noticing the shine and polish being put in, while Ratchet uses a steam cleaner.

Ratchet tenses a little, turning to the toy Maker, “Maker! How was your day?”

The feline toy smirks, walking over to ratchet, running its hands down across his chest with a soft squeak, “Answer my question first toy-to-be.”

Ratchet squeaks softly, “Sorry Maker. This one has been doing well. Making sure everything is clean and ready to be used the next day.”

“Good, good. And to answer your question, this one is doing just fine. It managed to deal with Mr. Von Koola Pire the third easy enough. Though a situation like this does happen from time to time, you should have remembered to close and lock the door behind you to try to mitigate such a thing from happening.”

Ratchet’s ears lower, feeling a pit in his stomach, “Sorry Maker. This one just got such into a routine doing the cleaning that it slipped its mind to lock the door behind it when it’s cleaning the room.”

“It happens. No toy is perfect. And this is why we spend such a long time on making toys like yourself. To try to help you become the very best toy that you can be.”

“Thank you, Maker, but this one can’t see how you could make a mistake.”

K-2373 smiles, “This one can, and it has on occasion. If its own Maker is any indication, it will make many more. This one knows that that toy certainly has.”

“What do you mean Maker?”

“This one is saying that no toy is perfect and working to understand and improve upon any mistakes is what we desire, rather than striving to make zero mistakes, an impossibility. Just know you are doing great and in time you’ll do even better.”

“Thank you, Maker. It is a lot of work, but very fulfilling.”

“You’ll get even more fulfillment once you are ready to service customers.

Ratchet blushes, feeling the pulse within his bulge, the twitch of what remains of his cock not yet merged into that sensitive zone between his legs, “Y-yes Maker,” he says with a soft squeak, following his Maker out of the dragon dungeon, letting the one sin charge of the night cleaning to pick up where he has left off. The moment of pause makes him realize just how tired he also is from the constant work.

He feels the toy’s hand across his crotch, guiding him, moving him through the mostly empty store, toys are busy getting things stocked up, cleaned, and ready for when the store opens again many hours later, “It must be stressful Maker, to be constantly working so hard as you do.”

“It's a wonderful delight to be of service. It has its ups and downs, in all its various forms of the word,” K-2373 says with a sly smirk, “But it's not just this one, but all toys working hard for those who work even harder. Who aren’t toys that easily tire when we toys do not.”

“This one sees Maker… and it is sorry that it gave you that issue with that nice bat fellow. This one could see how frustrated he was that he couldn’t have this one. Though it is surprising, B-1734 came so quickly when things started to get so heated.”

“Ah, well you see there are some customers who have a history. And those customers can on occasion get very demanding. When we see them in the store, we let toys know of it so they can be of better service to those particular users that are at times harder to please for one reason or another. We here at Toys-4-U want all our users to be pleased and enjoy their time here. To relax, as we don’t know what’s going on with them outside of these walls. So, we do what we can to be of service. And when we have toys that are inexperienced as yourself. We have some of our best customer service toys at the ready to give support. B-1374 is the very best we have and is often in the toy test room area. So, it is natural that they would catch the issue quickly and provide assistance.”

“Oh, toy understands. Yes, that makes much more sense. This one has been thinking though Maker and is curious about a few things.”

K-2373 gently caresses Ratchet’s bulge making him moan, the two of them about to reach the door that leads to the hallway to the pods, “And what is that toy?”

“How many toys like itself work here to provide such wonderful assistance?”

“A good amount, many of which you will get to know if not all of them in time.”

“That is nice Maker. Once this one is finished it would love to meet every toy here. This one is not sure how often a new toy like this one is finished, or if there is anything special about it but…”

“Toy-to-be, every toy is special. There is a reason why you were selected with your fine quality material to be molded into the toy you are becoming,” it says, reaching the door, typing into the keypad to unlock the door with whir and a click.

“This one has no doubt, Maker. After all you are the one who takes the time and effort to make us into fine quality toys that Toys-4-U is known for, and customers deserve.”

“Are you trying to gain my favor for something toy-to-be?” it asks, teasing Ratchet along, each step bringing them closer to the molding pods and a respite for the weary Ratchet.

“Not a favor at all Maker. You’ve done a great one by picking toy to become such a wonderful object. It couldn’t be happier with it. It was just thinking if there is ever a time when toys aren’t working to have a get together, so it could meet and better get to know its fellow toy units when time is appropriate. With so many hard-working toys it could scarcely believe that every toy is busy all the times. Even with the need of charging.”

“You’re always thinking toy-to-be. It likes that. Your idea about the gears has been submitted and currently checked over by this one’s Maker and its crew. It’ll know about the results of those soon enough.”

“That’s wonderful Maker, but then you are saying that there is no toy meet-n-greet sometime? This one would love to take a moment and enjoy every toy here,” it says with excitement, the doors opening up to the toy molding room.

“Unfortunately there isn’t a set place for toys just meet n greet each other, unless the charge rooms would count but those are normally for… wait a moment, wait a moment…” K-2373 says, thoughts bouncing within its rubbery head, the toy still guiding Ratchet over to his molding pod.

“What if there was such a place?” it asks, typing into the computer console to get the pod ready for Ratchet.

“For a toy meet n greet?”

“Yes, to have occasions held there. User and toy alike. This one knows what a toy duty is, but building a community with the users that come here. To have a kinky party perhaps or shindig.”

“Shindig?”

“Ah… this one thinks toy’s Maker rubbed off on it there. But this idea… it could be something, Yes. It would need to plan it out and get approval from its Maker to make such a change to the store itself, but that could be something. Like a toy restaurant… well not a restaurant that would be a bit much it thinks, but a small eatery place. Like big stores have. It’s a bit of a trip to come here, having a place for customers to sit and eat, have a coffee like a…”

“A cafe’ Maker?’ Ratchet asks, putting its glasses on the computer console then slipping on its own to the back half of the mold, fitting into it, the rubber stand slipping into and drawn into their specific molding slots within the mold, willingly, perhaps eagerly accepting the next night of molding, excitement building up within him, while a different kind of excitement fills the feline toy.

K-2373’s eyes light up at the suggestion, “Yes! That sounds like a great idea. This one should have thought of it itself. But what kind of cafe? There are so many different kinds, from the foreign, to the local, to the chive, and hip to the cozy. And then would this be an addition to the store? A remodel of a section? If a remodel where? And then this one needs to get permission to undertake something like this.”

“Permission Maker?” Ratchet asks curiously, leaning fully into the pod, ready to accept the other half of it over him.

“It’s complicated toy, something you don’t need to worry about. Let this one worry about the bigger things. Your concern is becoming the best toy you can be, alright?”

“Yes Maker, this one understands.”

“That’s a good toy,” it says, hitting the execute button on the computer console, the front of the mold, coming down over Ratchet, locking him back into that wonderful hard plastic mold. The front coming over the toy-to-be, locking into place, mouth held open, rear ready to receive its daily dose of latex.

Ratchet’s world is blurred, the tentacles now dangling from the ceiling, only the one destined for his mouth in view. He watches the black, white and blue blur of his Maker grab and caress the tentacle guiding the phallic end into the front of the mold, into his mouth, filling his cheeks, twist locking into place. A welcoming sensation and sight, his rear tensing, ready to feel himself be filled again, body longing for it, the pleasures it will bring to him.

His Maker’s words have become quite prophetic, this was a time of joy that he loved each and every day, the break between one session of work for his Maker to the next, becoming more of the perfected toy that he knew he is being molded into. Unable to move, unable to do anything except take in the dildo that is pushed into his rear, pressing against his prostate, a hot button of pleasure, making his bulge twitch against the mold that is perfect cupping it.

A push, a twist, a moan that is muffled by the dildo in his mouth, tongue licking across the phallic device, enjoying the flavor, his phallic slick tongue moving with the near full motion of his tongue unhindered by a suit as they are already nearly one. The blur of his Maker returning to his field of view, the toy eyeing the glasses on the computer console.

K-2373 sighs softly, “If that one didn’t help, it would forget it had those. Good job toy, it will remember to thank you for helping this one with that,” it mutters to itself, starting the molding process for the day.

The machinery hums, air is sucked out of the mold, shifting Ratchet’s body slightly. Warm rubber flows down the tubes, which he takes easily, suckling it down with zero hesitation or problem, while his rear is filled with the same warming rubber, black while his mouth is filled with white dreamy liquid. Deafened once again, practically blinded, left to remain in the mold, it's a time of relaxation, self-reflection, listening to the sweet voice of his Maker in his head, helping guide him, so accustomed to them now, he wonders how he could have ever existed without them.

“Toy is a good toy.”

“Toy is an object.”

“Toy is a thing.”

“Toy is designed for pleasure.”

“Toy doesn’t need to pleasure itself.”

“Service is its own pleasure.”

“Good toys obey.”

“Good toys serve.”

“Good toys love to fuck when needed.”

“Good toys never need to touch themselves.”

“The wait is as good as the release.”

“Toy is a fuck toy.”

Dynamically changing, repeating, hypnotic, yet never growing stale, with over a hundred if not more phrases for Ratchet to listen into, he loves every moment of it, K-2373 leaving its newest toy in the making to another day of wonderful molding, there is a thought that fills its head, outside of its own sweet that helps program toy into being a good toy.

“Toy is a good toy,” it says in K-2373’s mind while it thinks.

“Toy needs to call its Maker. The sooner it can get approval for the project the better. But then it needs to be ready to answer Maker’s questions on it. Maker is always inquisitive. Perhaps it's better if toy just gets a proposal ready for the next toy meeting?”

“Toy obeys its Maker.”

K-2373 walks out of the toy molding room, thinking out the possible locations this cafe could be, “Getting the questions answered that toy knows Maker will have would be a good idea. It can’t rush this. Good things don’t need to be rushed.”

“Toy serves its Maker.”

The feline toy steps back onto the store floor seeing the other toys already hard at work, getting the store ready for the next day, which is still hours away, the security guards that keep an eye on the store grounds outside and by the glass doors, visible via their flashlights even from the toy’s location, “This one will need help on this. A meeting with some of the other toys will help. It could never do this alone. Something Maker taught this one well on.”

“Toy’s Maker is K-2003.”

K-2373 gets a look of determination on its face, “Time to have a light night meeting to hash out the ideas, B-1374! This one needs you!” it exclaims, the toy’s voice echoing out through the store.

The sleek black and red feline toy rushes over to K-2373 within a short period of time, “Yes Maker?” it asks with a hint of concern in its voice, “What’s wrong? You rarely call this one like this.”

“This one needs a store meeting with the top fellow toy units of the store. R&D, customer service, toy security, any toy that has over a year of experience at the store. It wants their input on a new idea and prepares a presentation for its Maker by the next weekly toy manager meeting. Do you think you can do that for this one?”

The blind looking toy smiles, its cock twitching, with excitement at the thought that it can be of service to its Maker, and partner toy, “With pleasure Maker. Where shall we have the meeting?”

“Two hours, this one’s bedroom. It’ll make a dinner affair out of it.”

“Cooking for all those toys, Maker?”

K-2373 smirks, “Of course, it will help present its idea better.”

B-toy gives a curious look but then smiles, “Yes Maker. It will get everything in order as you prepare a meal for us lucky toys.”

“Thank you, this one can always count on you.”

“You can always count on all of us, Maker, after all you made us.”

K-2373 smiles, “Yeah… this one guesses it did,” it says, heading back to its place, getting ready for a meeting and a meal for a nice addition for the store.

It took a few days of planning, preparation. K-2373’s bed chambers have been adjusted to have store floor plans, a model of what it is planning with the other toys. The cameras used to make advertisements are now used to stream the presentation. It was a rush to get the project ready in time for the meeting with its Maker, K-2003, but with the help and dedication of its fellow toy units it managed.

The toy gleams in its polish, the black parts of its body shining so brightly that its a mirror-like finish. A few other toys stay out of view, manning the cameras, one being a sleek light grey bellied dark grey leopard toy, with black cuffs with a red band, the lettering in a matching red that reads like all the other toys “Fuck Toy”. Its red tag on its collar reads, M-7373. It has a sly smirk, looking over to the visibly nervous Maker. It adjusts a few cameras, making sure it is all to perfect.

“Just a few minutes and we’ll be ready to proceed,” K-2373 states, checking over itself and the meticulous set up displays on the bed, “We should have set up a better meeting area.”

B-1374 polishes the toy’s back, “Relax Maker. You can do this. And you know that K-2003 doesn’t have filming down in the lab areas, which would have been the best, yes, but respecting Maker’s Maker’s desires is important.”

It lets out a soft relaxing mew, purring contently enjoying the soft polishing along its back. Feeling the cloth move down along its back, toward its tail base making it hike its tail, length twitch, “Yes, but it has never suggested this big of a change before. Maker’s stores are very important to it, and…”

“And your Maker picked you to open the first store outside of its own, didn’t it?”

“It did, but it's not the only one, the other store opened a week after this one’s own, the female version of our kind.”

“But yours is still first, and your Maker trusts you on the company’s expansion, which you’ve done a lot with. Making so many fine toys,” it says, the toy stops polishing K-2373’s back, hands moving around to give it a hug from behind, the cloth gently rubbing and polishing his already polished chest, “You’ll do just fine. This one and others will be here if you ever need help.”

K-2373 leans back against B-toy, “Thank you. You always know what to say,” it says with a soft mew.

“Made by the best.”

“Out of the best material,” it replies, nuzzling and giving its fellow toy unit a soft tender kiss before B-1374 slinks away with a squeak.

“You got this,” it says with a smirk, before giving the toy’s butt a loud audible smack.

It tenses, moaning softly, watching its partner toy saunter over behind the larger computer monitor, the computer pulled into the room from the office, the toy checking over everything, rump swaying teasingly, “Everything here is working. Ready Maker?” it asks.

K-2373 gains a level of resolve, nodding, “Ready.”

“Booting it up, connecting to the chat, meeting should start soon. You got this,” it says, giving a thumbs up, slinking away out of the view of the cameras.

“Right this one has this. It didn’t think it would be so nervous,” it remarks, adjusting itself, but then it freezes the moment it hears the voice of its Maker.

“You have a desire to do well and want to please. That concern causes you to be a nervous toy. Don’t worry about it, it's natural and it appreciates the efforts you go through to help this one and the company,” K-2003 says, the sleek black and cyan sergal toy showing on the screen. The toy just as well polished with a mirror-like shine as its fellow toy. The softly glowing cyan eyes seem to stare right into it. The camera angled just to show the toy’s collar and head, cutting out its breasts from view, but it can hear the soft squeak and rub of its breasts together by its arms, a unique quirk of it as the sergal toy awaits to hear what its fellow toy has to say.

“M-maker. This one wasn’t expecting you to be online already? Were you waiting for this one?”

“This one managed to get here just a few minutes ago. It’s still a few minutes till it’s time. If you need the time, take it. This one can wait.”

“This one is ready. It can begin.”

“Wonderful! This one is ready to hear your oral presentation. It’s rather exciting, knowing what a good tongue you have there.”

K-2373 takes a deep breath, more of a habit than a necessity, “Customer satisfaction is very important for us in Toys-4-U, and we’ve come up with a way to add a little bit of delight to our megastores. Since all of our stores are located in the countryside away from everything, that being able to have a little something to eat and drink within our establishment after a long drive would be rather refreshing. And we thought here at our store based on feedback from its toys that a cafe would be a fine balance between providing a service and an experience at our megastore.”

K-2003 nods sagely, claws gently rubbing its chin with a squeak, not saying a word, as it intently listens to every word its fellow toy has to say.

K-2373 swallows a small lump in its throat, “You can do this. You are a good toy. And Maker will be pleased just with the effort. Keep going,” it thinks, walking over to the bed where the layout of the store and proposed section and model of the cafe, “Now this is just the initial idea, but if you can see here…” it says, looking to M-7373, which adjusts the camera to follow then look at the display.

“Oh, look at the little miniatures! That’s so cute,” K-2003 exclaims.

The Maker’s words derail K-2373’s train of thought for just a few seconds, its hand recoiling slightly before pressing forward, “Y-yes. We have a lot of qualified toys here that have different skill sets that came into use for putting this all together. It didn’t want to model the main store floor, utilizing our valuable space for the cafe. Instead, we thought that if we took this area here. Which is sometimes used as a backup storage area, a small personal fitting room, and this big empty room here put on the blueprints as ‘games’ that will give us ample space to have the full cafe. The wiring, and storage of foodstuffs can all be handled in this area. It would take a few weeks to remodel the store to make the addition. We also have a lot of toys here, who could do the remodeling in company to cut down on costs. What do you think Maker?” it asks. A few moments of silence pass with only the soft sounds of rubber coming from the audio. Each moment passing builds the weight the feline toy feels. It looks over to B-1374 which mouths the words.

“You did great,” giving a thumbs up in the process. Alleviating some of the weight it feels.

“This one has a few questions,” K-2003 says, breaking the silence.

“Yes Maker?” it responds, attention snapping back to it.

“Caring food stuffs has its own set of regulations. Have you checked with the local and state and federal laws for user food consumption?”

K-2373 feels a small pit in its stomach, “N-no Maker.”

“That would be something this one would need to handle. And then have to deal with food inspectors. Keeping the main sections of the store separate from any possible food areas, would have to be very strict. Wouldn’t want a user to know any of our company secrets by happenstance, but we have to follow the laws, and having to balance that so we don’t hide any food products in any area not related to the service is paramount. Do you have a plan to ensure that?”

“Ah, no Maker, but we can work that out first if you desire before any construction would begin.”

“Speaking of construction, you mentioned company toys to do the project?”

“Yes Maker,” it says proudly.

“This one’s company does work with local construction businesses to provide them with work and has a few trusted construction companies it works with. And to meet up with local ordinances, this one will have to also see if your area is zoned to have food items. If not it would have to either get a special permit to allow something like this. Have you checked up on that? The ordinances?”

“N-no Maker, this one didn’t think of that…”

“Hmmm,” K-2003 responds, moving to try to get a better view of the project as if it would help, its tag showing brightly in the screen, “And to keep with regulation and ordinances, it will need to hire an out of store supervisor. If we are to do this, but that shouldn’t be a huge problem, it supposes.”

“Ah yes, Maker, this one doesn’t think it would be.”

“And the areas you want to use. How will we do any cross-store games. The areas you picked it uses for poker games and providing some personal touch to what we do,” K-2003 says, looking at K-2373 seemingly in the eye from the screen, “What about that?”

“Ah, well, this one didn’t think about that. We don’t use those rooms much at all here Maker. And so they are empty space not being utilized.”

“This one sees… That may not be a huge deal it supposes, and workarounds can be handled. But what about the employees? A cafe probably would need five to seven people of this size to function during all open store hours, and if you include weekends, that ups it to ten or so. Part time employees. It is very difficult for many to drive to and fro from the job, so having local accommodations is required. It would put a strain on the rooms up above but if this one recalls that could be enough space.”

“Ah… well… Maker, you see this one was going to have us toys work at the cafe.”

“This one loves to cook, and it knows you do too. But private toy cooking is far different than having it done publicly. There is a huge stigma on sex objects making food that we’d have to deal with. Now as much…” K-2003 says, while K-2373 squirms a little on the spotlight but the toy Maker’s words are cut off by another toy.

“Now listen here you,” M-7373 states, walking into full view of the cameras, turning to face K-2003.

K-2373 looks at it in surprise, “M-7373, what are you doing?”

“Maker, let this one handle this part,” it says, somewhat shoving its Maker out of view.

“We put a lot of thought and effort into this project and many of us toys are overjoyed at the thought of providing a service for our users. They come here hungry for more than just sex. Many times, have this one heard about how they wished they brought a drink, or heard a stomach rumble. It is not our fault that you decided to put our stores so far out of the way from other common conveniences that our users need. We came out with an excellent idea how to provide that service that your decision has denied our users. And you can’t be so harsh on K-2373 that is the best Maker there is. And you should be more grateful to have such great toys like it to be helping you on your problems,” it states with a sternness and huff.

K-2373 stands there, mortified, unsure what to say at this turn of events.

K-2003’s smile doesn’t fade, not interrupting, waiting till there is a pause in M-toy is saying, “Are you finished it asks, its gaze unwavering.

“Yeah, this one thinks it is.”

The sergal toy’s eyes shift to K-2373 making that weight feeling return to it, “K-2373, what toy is this one?”

“That’s M-7373, a lovely toy that can get very passionate about being of service and…”

“This one is the one who will be in charge of the cafe when it is built,” M-7373 adds in, making K-2373 tense and lower its head a little.

“Yes, it is.”

“This one sees. First, M-7373 it appreciates your passion. But please in the future do not interrupt another when they are speaking, regardless of how passionate you are about it. Well unless it's for a good reason it supposes. And to you it probably felt like a good reason at this moment… But anyway. This one was going to say that as much as this one loves this idea. And it does. There are a lot of kinks to work out in the project.”

“Really Maker?” K-2373 asks, eyes lighting up.

“Yes. It knows there is a lot of nuances in running a business that this one has had to learn on the fly. So for you to overlook all of these things, doesn’t surprise this one. It is questions that it must ask, as it will be questions asked to this one as it submits the paperwork for its approval. And this will take a lot of work as a testing ground for this idea.”

The weight from K-2373’s chest lifts, “Right Maker. And what about toys running the cafe? It would cut down on costs.”

“Hmmm, could do a hybrid of toys and non-toys. It depends on the local economy. They are in need of jobs, aren’t they?”

“Ah, a little.”

“We can work something out, that's for sure. But if you have toys so eager and willing to be of service that without thinking they come to your aid. How could this one not be touched with such dedication? Being proactive and taking those chances even if it might fail or be difficult, is all part of being a Toys-4-U toy. And you’ve just shown this one how correct this one was on making you a toy Maker. Keep up the good work.’

“T-thank you Maker,” K-2373 says with a soft mew.

“It will check over a few things over the next several days. It hopes by the weekend it can let you know if you can start the remodeling process. If so, it will hope to have a supervisor there to make sure everything remains to code. Ship supplies to you to keep the rest of the store clean while the construction happens. And a lot of extra polish and cleaner. For toys will get dusty and dirty.”

“Thank you, Maker. It won’t let you down.”

“It knows you won’t. For you try with every bit of yourself and you make this one proud. In a few days we’ll have our normal manager meeting. It hopes to see you there.”

“Of course, Maker.”

“Now excuse this one it must… oh one more thing.”

“What is it Maker?”

“This one will have to be there for the opening ceremony.”

“Of course, this one wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Perfect. Good luck, this one has some calls to make,” it says with a big toothy grin, the call ending.

K-2373 takes a step back to relax, “That was more stressful than this one thought it was going to be.”

B-1374 saunters over to it, hands gently caressing the feline’s chest, “You did great and this one is proud to have you as its Maker.”

“Thank you,” it responds with a smile and a nuzzle kiss, before turning to face M-7373, “Now you. Jumping out like that and talking to its Maker like that?”

“That was your Maker, Maker?” it inquires.

“Yes. CEO and owner of Toys-4-U,” it explains.

“That toy? Hmm, this one can’t see how they run the company, but they did the right thing and listened to you Maker.”

K-2373 sighs, “K-2003 listened to all of us. It deals with far more than this one does and is grateful for the work that it does. But you did provide a compelling argument to it on having all of you lovelies work at the cafe. This one wasn’t sure what to say to convince Maker otherwise.”

“It's what any toy would do for their Maker. Come to your aid when you need it the most.”

“Thanks. But now this one has to get back to work. Do you two have the clean up? Its current toy-to-be needs to get out and please a very important customer.”

“We got it Maker,” B-toy responds.

“Of course, leave it to this one, it can handle a simple task such as this,” M-toy adds.

“Good,” replies, slinking out of the room into the toy testing room hallway. Sounds of the store already up and running are heard coming down the hall, and as it passes the door to the new dragon dungeon room it hears a ring of a phone.

K-2373 huffs, “Phones aren’t allowed in the toy testing rooms… but it will let it slide this time,” it thinks then catching some of the conversation.

“Of course, this is he. You caught me at a bad time. I am a little hung up at the moment… what you want me to do what? … Why ask someone of my station for such a simple task… yeah… yeah… well if you put it that way. I’ll see what I can do.”

K-2373 ears twitch, “Is that what it thinks it is?” it wonders, heading to the store floor, seeing the morning hustle and bustle, greeting and waving to customers and toy alike, heading to the one eagerly awaiting toy-to-be that grows closer to completion with each passing day…

“Toy works hard to be a good toy.”

“Toy does what it can to be a good toy.”

“Good toys think how to please.”

“Good toys are proactive in the needs of their users.”

“Good toys are diligent and thoughtful to others.”

“The reward of good service is in itself a pleasuring delight.”

“Good toys are objects.”

“You are a fuck thing.”

“Good toys are a fuck toy.”

“You are a good fuck toy.”

The thoughts weave through Ratchet’s mind. It’s hard to know if they are his thoughts are the collars, but in the end it didn’t matter. His own internal voice, or that of his wonderful Maker, it mattered not. Only working on becoming this ideal good toy to the best of his ability is what did.

The passing days cleaning and making sure everything is safe for users are behind him, and he knows it. Those last few days have only made the twitching and throb of his bulge all the better. The melting away of what could be his length into the mass of rubber is a surreal experience. Like a stick of butter melting away into even more butter, cooling, smoothing, all sensitive and combined to be bigger zone of arousing pleasure than ever before. A twitch, an ache, goes deep into his loins yet the bulge is all that is there. A sweet delight that makes him feel even more in line with the rule. A heart throb delight, want, need. A dedication to service like no other, giving his all, his essence, his future to it. The significance of knowing that this… this is the new part of him, forever and ever.