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High Quality Toy Maintenance: Quality Material

High vibrations with squeaky moans filled the testing room. The magic wand moves and along the sleek white rubber crotch of an anthropomorphic rubber feline of creamy white belly, black rubber sides and tail with blue stripes along the back that goes up its sides, along the back. It grinds against the wand, moaning even louder, toes curling, its blue collar with a black stripe has a tri-force shaped tag that jingles. The designation K-2373 is visible on it. The toy’s tiger stripe markings on its face adds to the feline look, its blue hair fading into white, with its ears folding back, expressing its pure joy. Its hands caressing its own black rubber handles that are attached to its hips, “Yes, this is working exactly like how this one thought it would,” it says with a purr. The toy’s cuffs around its ankles and wrists are blue outlined with a black band with the lettering “Fuck Toy” written repeatedly across them in cursive lettering.

“This one is pleased that this new toy design feature is working as intended, Maker” says N-7377 an anthropomorphic rubber floppy eared canine toy with sleek white belly black bodied with light yellow-green markings that has a collar with green outline and a black band with the same matching glowing lettering of fuck toy. On its collar is a half heart shaped tag with its designation. The toy’s white fingered hands hold the wand against K-2373’s crotch pressing a bit harder, its soft light-green glowing eyes looking up at its Maker, pressing a bit harder.

“Y-yes, it's wonderful,” K-2373 says, pressing its hips against the wand, moaning a bit louder, its blue tongue visible, matching nose wiggling, “Its well worth this one learning how to make this work,” it says with a shudder, panting louder, grinding harder. The toy running its fingers across its blue nipples, playing with them then grabbing its own handles twisting them a little, “It’s on edge it can feel it can be sent over, this one wants to feel this cockless climax,” it commands.

“Yes Maker,” N-7377 says, moving the wand all around the subtle oval white bulge, smiling happily as it works, “Make sure you record all of this, Z-7377.”

“This one is,” it replies, video recording the entire display, the white bellied toy with black body with a soft purple color on the extremities of its limbs. The toy’s cat tail flicks with delight, purple eyes watching its Maker moan in delight. The toy’s hot pink collar with a black band has a matching set of wrist and ankle cuffs that have the lettering of “Fuck Toy” upon them in matching magenta. On the toy’s collar is a green half heart shape with its designation on it.

N-7377’s yellow-green cock twitches and aches, expressing its delight in its work, member hard, ready to be used.

Z-7377 express itself in a similar matter with its aching hard purple member. It twitches in the cool air, begging for attention, but like a good toy it ignores its own needs to provide a service, filming K-2373’s being pushed to the precipice of its climax.

“Just a bit more… yes, yes… just like that,” K-2373 says with a pleasant moan, pressing harder against the wand, body squeaking before its entire body shudders tail stiffening, face scrunching up the bulge pulsing repeatedly before slowly fading and with it the black and blue feline toy steadily relaxes, “This one believes that’s exactly what it’s looking for. That’s good toys,” it says, taking a moment to collect itself reaching down to push away the vibrating wand away from its nether regions, “Please set up the molding unit to return this to normal, N-7377.”

N-toy pulls the wand away, ears flopping, giving a quick ‘awe phooey’ expression while turning off the magic vibrating wand, “Yes Maker, this one will do as you command. It will say it had fun testing the nulge with you,” it gives a sly grin.

K-2373 gently pets the canine on the head with a soft squeak, gently petting behind the years, “This one knows you did,” it replies with a playful wink, “Z-7377, can you prepare the videos and other documentation?”

Z-toy bows with a soft squeak, member twitching at the delight of following out a command, “It will be this one’s pleasure Maker. Which form of documentation should this one prepare it to?”

“New toy modification and feature proposal. Can you get it done by the end of the day?”

“This one can Maker.”

K-2373 smiles, “Excellent. This one knows you could do it,” it says, reaching out gently petting the fellow feline toy behind the ears, moving a little closer to it, hands gently running along its sides, fingers trailing along its magenta handles that are on its hips, “This one appreciates how good you’ve been. Toy knows just how hard it is watching others have all the fun,” it says, gripping the handles.

Z-7377 shudders and moans, letting out a soft mew, “I-it’s always a toy’s joy of being of service in all ways,” it replies.

K-2373 moves in closer, pressing its rubber chest against the other toy, its nulge gently grinding dominatingly against the twitching purple length, “Good toy.”

“Thank you Maker,” it replies with a soft purr, shuddering as its handles are gripped.

N-7377 lets out a playful woof, standing beside the two taller toys, “Giving its fellow toy all the fun now?” it asks, raising an eye ridge.

The blue feline toy releases the handles of its fellow cat toy, turning to the canine, “Why of course, because you had all the fun in these tests,” it replies with a wink.

The toy’s tail sags, “Yeah this one did.”

“Best to share the love,” K-2373 giving a tender smooch on N-toy’s nose, turning back to Z-toy, “Good luck with your work,” it says with a playful wink, giving the fellow feline’s behind a firm playful smack and squeeze, “And this one will be sure to reward you soon enough for your hard work.

It moans loudly and delightful gently, pressing its butt against its Maker’s hand, “Yes Maker, thank you.”

“Maker, are you done teasing its other half or do you need more time?” asks N-7377, its cock twitching, seeing the scene play out.

“This one is fine,” K-2373 says, turning back to the canine toy, reaching over to gently run its fingers along its chin before gently reaching around to pet behind the ear, “Good toy. Now, care to get the crotch mold ready? As much fun as it had with this nulge, it does mess with having its full-length pleasure device at the ready,” it says with a wink.

“Yes Maker, this one won’t delay any longer,” N-toy says, rushing off ahead of K-2373 going into another room down the hall.

The feline toy follows, while the other departs to do its work. When it reaches the designated room that has a sign of “Test molding room” at the top of the door. In the room are small cylindrical vats of stored rubber of the primary colors, with white and black. There are three different full bodied molding machines, one pod shaped, another with hard plastic molds, and last is a metal molding machine, but N-7377 is working and fiddling with a smaller molding machine, that has a large crotch suction at the front. It crouches beside the device, tapping on the keypad that’s built into the device.

“How does it go?” it asks looking over the device, the feline toy’s fingers running across the front crotch molding, feeling a twitch within its nulge, its body growing eager.

“Apologies Maker, it just got here and needs a moment to reconfigure the molding machine,” it replies typing away on the small keyboard there.

“Not a problem sweet fellow toy unit, it knows it takes a moment.”

“And there we go, please Maker. Press your crotch into the machine and it will do the rest.”

K-2373 lets out a soft purr, pressing itself against the hard crotch molding device. Reverse suction pulls the toy’s crotch into place, the air around it warning up while the toy feels the heat pouring into its nether region, “This part always feels delightful,” it says.

It arches its back, but then N-7377 gently squeezes its Maker’s handles, “Careful Maker, best not to shift so much while the molding is doing its job.”

“Then you better keep it in place as it works,” hearing the mold hum to life, the heat growing, body shuddering in pleasuring delight, the melting and shifting of rubber felt within the mold. While N-toy tightly grips its Maker’s black rubber hips, pressing the toy forward into the mold, while holding it still, “Just a few moments longer Maker and it will be all over, and you’ll be back to normal.”

“Toy wonders if it could add pleasure and heat to the molding of a toy....”

“Well Maker, this one isn’t sure it would work too well with any toys-to-be, but a completed toy? Perhaps it could be something with it.”

It purrs loudly, shuddering, feeling as if it's about to be brought back to another climax, “It will inquire that in its meeting today,” it says, the mold suddenly dinging.

“Ah, it's done!” N-toy says, helping pull K-2373 away from the molding machine by the handle. A bit of steam rising from the molding area, the feline’s throbbing twitching member revealed once more. Long and slender similar to a cut human in shape but with a knotable canine knot at the base with a pair of cute white rubber balls at the base to complete the feminish boy toy’s body.

K-2373 purrs happily looking down at its member, “As much as this one had fun having that null bulge, having itself back to how its Maker molded it is a delight.”

“Good that your Maker didn’t complain that you were playing around with its work,” says N-toy.

“This one’s Maker is very open and caring. It understands why, but now,” it says, turning around bumping its length into its fellow toy unit, gently grinding up against it.

“Yes Maker?” N-7377 asks, tensing a little, tail wagging, body aching, ready to be played with.

“This one is going to check up on the store. Please help your other half prepare the notes. It doesn’t think it needs the help, but it can’t hurt right?”

“Yes Maker,” it replies.

“Good toy,” it says, giving it a soft rubbery kiss on the lips, pulling away, “And don’t worry, it will get you back for all that null fun later,” it says with a playful wink, the toy sauntering off hips swaying side to side in a feminish manner, while keeping a domineering pose. It moves down a series of hallways, going past a series of computers and a work area that is far larger than it needs to be for the researchers here. It enters the elevator, making its way up to the ground floor, the doors swing open to a hallway. The aroma of rubber hangs heavy, a series of doors line the hallway, most of them with an indicator on them showing that they are currently occupied. It turns to its right, entering a password into the door, about to enter when it feels a sleek rubbery hand running across the toy’s butt with a long squeak.

“Hello Maker,” says a sleek white bellied black and red bodied anthropomorphic rubber feline toy with a big latex hair fluffy tail. The toy leans in close, with a red cloth around their eyes, hiding them from view. Its cuffs are red with a black band, its golden tag jingles as it reads, “B-1374.” Its red member is hard, throbbing, gently pressing up against the other cat toy’s thigh, moving in closer, licking across his ear, “This one sees…” it runs its fingers across K-2373’s blue twitching length, “Everything back to normal.”

With a soft purr it leans up against its fellow toy unit, looking over to its cloth covered eyes, “It was only for a week, like this one said,” it says leaning in close pressing itself up against B-toy.

The red feline toy moves in slipping its length into the space created by K-2737’s handle, “Shall we celebrate then…” it says nuzzling against it.

With a soft meow it kisses the red feline toy, “This one will make sure we do so, but later. It still has a lot of work to do, and you know it has its meaning coming up with its Maker.”

“Awe…” it responds with a soft pouting voice.

“But don’t worry toy, this one will make some special time just for us later,” it replies, rubbing its finger along the toy’s lips.

B-toy leans in, coiling its tongue around the rubber digit, pulling it into its mouth, suckling it, before then pulling away with a pop, “Alright, this one will hold you to it.”

“You’ll be holding a few things alright,” it says with a playful wink and a tender kiss, “How’s the store floor?”

“It’s been good Maker. A little busy around this time.”

“It’s noticed all the toy testing rooms are full.”

“We could make your room full with testing a toy,” it says with a smirk.

It chuckles in response, “This one said later, and it will stand by its words.” It gives another playful kiss, “But if anything comes up, let this one know.”

“Well Maker, you know a lot of things cum up at this store.”

“B-1374…” it replies, shooting the red toy a look.

“What? This one gets it from you, you know.”

“Do you really?”

“You made this one after all.”

“That this one did, but you only came out so good due to how high in quality your material was,” it says, nuzzling and giving its fellow toy a soft kiss that slowly grows more passionate, turning around, letting the red toy’s cock slip out from the handle before it runs across the blue feline toy’s thigh, their members soon swording against the other. Their tongues intertwine, the squeaking kiss after a moment is broken by K-2373, “But now it has to work.”

B-1374’s ears twitch, “Yes Maker, it will see you soon,” it says, the cloth shifting ever so slightly.

K-2373 smirks, seeing the wink from underneath, “Good luck toy. Keep up the good work.”

“This one will be Maker,” it says, parting ways, allowing the blue feline toy to enter the very last room in this hallway. The elevator door camouflage, making it invisible to those not actively looking for it.

“It knows you will,” it says, stepping inside of a large open space. To its right is a large yet simple bed with white bed sheets and pillows but placed upon the pillows are multi-colored latex covered feline head pillow plushies. The two on the edges are of a similar color to the toy’s blue, but there’s also black, pink, green, purple, and other colors of the rainbow all along the head of the bed. Each feline pillow head has an anime feline smile, with a soft blush under their big, cute eyes.

Across from the bed is a small office with the door closed and bold lettering that says, “Toy Manager K-2373” Past that door there is a small kitchenette area and a dining table area. With all the items necessary to provide a decent meal if the toy decided to cook, as well as a fanciful tea making set with a spin tea holder with over a dozen or so different types of tea to be tried and had at a moment’s notice.

“So much work to do to get everything ready and prepared. This one is starting to understand why Maker was so busy during its molding,” it mutters to itself, entering its office. A rectangular room with an oak desk and a computer off to the side. The toy’s designation on a name plate facing toward anyone who would be sitting in the leather chair that’s placed across from the desk. The toy saunters over to its chair, seeing a black and silver multi-picture picture frame that has a series of pictures in there. One is of the store opening with a black and cyan sergal there with it. Then there’s pictures of toys it has made, N and Z toy, B-1374, and a few others. The biggest and most recent is a first-year anniversary party picture that was taken less than a month ago. It sits into the chair with a loud squeak, booting up the computer, getting to work.

Several hours later K-2373 is looking toward its computer, the web camera aimed at it, as it hangs from the top of the big screen monitor, which shows video of a sleek black and cyan female sergal toy with cyan cuffs with a black band across, which says in glowing cyan cursive lettering “Fuck Toy”. Its matching collar has a silver tag that has the lettering K-2003. The feline toy looks into the camera with a strange mix of excitement with hints of nervousness, tail wagging eagerly and quickly, the toy eyeing its Maker, feeling pleased that the camera is adjusted so the toy can only be seen from the chest up, “Maker is always so considerate to adjust the camera for this one,” it thinks, before drawing its thoughts back on the meeting at hand, “What do you think of its work Maker?”

K-2003 rubs its chin, arms put together squeezing it’s just out of camera breasts with a squeak. The toy scrolls through the data on the screen, gently suckling its finger, “Hmmm,” it says, its finger sliding out of its mouth with a pop, “There’s a lot of information here, and it's been having X-2953 look over and confirm your data and like applications, but so far, this one can’t see anything wrong with it. Toy knows some customers would like to have their toys more public and this could work with that, but also others do enjoy the idea of a null toy. This would provide a very interesting stimuli for the user and the toy, which will make the interaction more in depth and bonding. Giving the appropriate feedback that people expect out of us Toys-4-U toys.”

“Really Maker?” it says, eyes lighting up.

“Yes, this one thinks so.”

K-2373 feels a weight being lifted off its shoulders, “That’s good to hear,” it says when there’s a knock on the door. It looks in the direction of the knock, “Hello?”

B-1374 calls out from the other side of the door, “Apologies Maker, it knows you are in your meeting but there’s a bit of an issue that needs your attention.”

“Can it wait a few more minutes?” it asks.

K-2003 says, “Go on, let them say what it is. If it's big enough this one could provide some assistance.”

“Maker… it can handle running it store.”

“It knows you can, but it also knows you do like it when this one visits,” it replies with a playful wink.

K-2373 smiles letting out a soft mew, “Alright… come in, and tell this one what’s wrong.”

B-1374 comes in, a look of urgency on its face, “Sorry Maker for interrupting your meeting.”

“It’s fine, this one knows you wouldn’t do it unless it was important, but it does wonder what has happened that demands its attention.”

“We are having issue with some of the molding mechanisms. One of our toys-to-be was actually stuck in its mold for an hour longer than intended.”

“Is it alright?” it asks with concern in its voice.

“It is, but this one knows we can’t have mold systems getting stuck. This one tried to locate someone, who could fix it, but none of the toys in store knew how. We managed to finagle the pod open but this one thinks we need someone with more knowledge and skill so that our toy making quality isn’t diminished.”

The blue feline toy nods, “Yes, this one can see that,” it says, rubbing its chin with a soft squeak, “This is an issue that we don’t want to have,” it says, turning is attention to the computer, “Did you catch all of that Maker?”

“This one did, good hearing you know.”

“Right… sergals,” it chuckles, “What should this one do?”

“Hire a mechanic to fix the problem.”

“Like that? Just hire a mechanic? Is it that easy?”

“Ja, this one thinks so. A simple problem sometime requires a simple solution.”

“What about a user seeing toys being made?”

“Simple, first, don’t have any toys actively molding while they work on the molds. Secondly, have them sign that paper thingy when they agree to take the job and have it in there to not say anything about what they see. It’s always best to keep company secrets just that. A secret.”

The feline gives the sergal toy a look, “Maker, do you mean a contract with an NDA?”

“Yup!” it replies with a big smile.

K-2373 lets out a soft sigh, “Maker, you really should learn those terms.”

“It knows what they were, it just forgot at the moment.”

“This one sees… so Maker, what service do you recommend for fixing the pods?”

“This has a few toys that are skilled in such things, it could send them over to you if you want? Though they are the chassis type that your store isn’t known for.”

“If this one can have toys that can do it, why would it hire someone out of the store?”

“Because finding someone skilled for it is not always easy that fits all the other requirements, and toy thinks it's good to give you options rather than take them away. How you solve the issue is up to you. This one is just offering some advice.”

“This one would love to have another of you around with a few... adjustments here to offer your helpful advice. You always bring something… special to the store when you visit.”

“This one is one of a kind for many reasons so it can’t be duplicated.”

“This one knows Maker.”

“But if this one could come up with a way to store its emporium of knowledge and personality quirks into a similar toy. It will let you know. This one knows what you really like,” it says with a wink.

K-2373 lets out a soft mew, “You know this one well Maker.”

“Of course, it does, it made you and trained you into the lovely and wonderful toy that you are. If you need any more help, don’t be afraid to drop this one a message. It’ll get back to you as soon as it can. But for now, it has to end this meeting and go over methods with X-2953 to confirm your findings. After that it will get to work on getting it approved.”

“May this one have permission to test it out on a toy model?”

“As part of the research process?”

“Yes Maker.”

“You have this one’s permission. Just keep it updated with how you use it and the end results. Documentation is important. It knows it's a lot of work, but hard work makes for great products that are bar none the best around with the highest quality.”

“Yes Maker. This one will, thank you,” K-2373 says with a playful wave goodbye, “Bye Maker.”

“Bye toy!” it says energetically the call ending.

The feline toy relaxes leaning into its chair with a squeak, “Despite how that one acts, it always leaves an impression on this one.”

B-1374 saunters over beside its fellow feline toy, “This one can say the same thing about you Maker,” it says reaching down to gently run its hands along the toy’s chest.

It lets out a playful mew, “You’re just trying to butter this one up,” it says, reaching up and gently running its rubbery paws along the red feline’s face.

“More liked lubed up Maker.”

It smirks, “Cute, but now this one needs to do a search and see if there’s any high quality material that could be available for a more in house toy that could maintain the equipment.”

“Is there anyone like that?” B-1374 inquires, placing its hands on its Maker’s shoulders, gently rubbing them with a tender squeak, butt hiked up, swaying side to side, cock twitching between its legs, leaning in closer, watching it’s Maker access the Toys-4-U database.

“This one isn’t sure but won’t know till we take a look. This is the first time a toy is material searching with a special skill set that it could use for the store… let’s start with possible materials that have skills as a mechanic,” it says typing into the computer, putting in the filter options, looking at the number of hits, its eyes widen a bit “one point two million…” ahh… hmm, let’s limit the area of the search within fifty miles of the store. Perhaps we’ll get lucky with someone local? It’s always good if the material doesn’t need to travel too far,” it says, adjusting the search.

“So much material to choose from Maker.”

“The issue is finding good quality material, which makes this much harder. It got lucky with a lot of you,” it says, the new filtered search gives a ping of “ninety-three thousand six hundred ninety-six.” K-2373 lets out a soft sigh, “A little better.”

“This one doesn’t think you were lucky, but just that good at finding quality material to make into toys,” B-1374 says, gently licking across the toy’s ear, giving it a soft squeaky suckle.

It shudders in delight, its blue cock twitching, letting out a soft mew, “T-thanks. But right now this one needs to focus on this. This one is the only one in the store that’s trained for this, so it must be its solemn duty to find the right quality material for the job. It can only hope there is one.”

“What if you can’t find one Maker? We can survive being down a molding pod or two, but it will only get worse from here on out.”

“If worse comes, we'll hire someone to fix it like Maker suggested. But this one knows we can’t make a quick decision. It’s rare that this can be spontaneous. Rarer still that can even work, especially with one as inexperienced as this one. It doesn’t have the years of experience Maker has.”

B-1374 leans in, nuzzling up K-2373’s face, hands running across the toy’s chest, playing with the nipples for just a moment before gently embracing it, “Have confidence Maker. You’ve made several wonderful toys that your Maker has complimented you on, hasn’t it?”

“Yes… it has. Thanks, this one appreciates it,” it responds, returning the nuzzle, giving a little squeaky kiss, “But now it really has to get to work.”

It lets out a soft mew licking the toy’s cheek, pulling back, “Yes Maker. Best of luck to you, it knows you can do it,” it says, standing up, tall and proud sauntering off, “But if you need any help, don’t be afraid to ask this one or any of the other toys. We’re here to help make this store be the best it can be, for you and your Maker.”

K-2373 smiles, “Thank you, this one knows.”

“Bye Maker.”

“Bye,” it replies, getting to work. Hours on end pass, the numbers steadily being taken down. The toy’s eyes glued upon the screen , sifting through each possible material, a vast majority of them placed in the no category, while a fraction placed into the possible maybe category. Hours turn into days. It lets out a soft sigh, “How does the Maker, make this look so easy?” it mutters, eventually reaching the name Ratchet Akarui.

“Let’s see… they have the qualifications,” it says to itself, pulling out external sources about the user, “A unique species, but that’s not what this one is looking for,” it says, checking out that this soft fluffy male is an anthropomorphic fennalope, a special hybrid between a jackalope and a fennec.

“Now, how are they on social media…” it mutters, “Not too much of a visible presence, but what it can see here they are polite and nice, very friendly. They run their own small mechanic business. A go-getter, that’s good. Educated but continuing to learn on their own, their business has a lot of positive reviews. Though that could mean they have a lot of ties, and this one doesn’t want to cause problems to users… but that’s hard to help,” it says with a soft sigh, gently running its fingers across its lips, suckling the tip, continuing to do research, “They live with themselves, so actually a loner… but it looks like because they are shy rather than anything malicious. That’s good, another positive point…”

K-2373 continues to do research, eventually it gets to the last step of the search process, “What kind of purchase history with the company do they have?” it checks, “Chastity, BDSM gear, a lot of rubber items on their wish list. A lot on their wish list… They have a presence on the forums, now let’s see how they act there,” it says, reading through the forums.

“Friendly, positive, but positively shy and kinky. Eager to please, wanting to please others, but not at complete self-sacrifice in a good way,” it says with a smile, reading more, “Looking for those to share interest but always withdrawing. A flower ready to blossom perhaps? Maybe even material to be made into a lovely toy. A little more research is required. After that… perhaps this one could make a nice suit that could utilize their unique species. This one is sure Maker wouldn’t mind a new species to be added to the Toys-4-U line. But let's not get ahead of itself. Double check and see if any others are better material. But this one will take this as a strong maybe,” it says, getting back to work, checking the next user.

A month later Rachet sits in his chair, booting it up. The anthropomorphic jackalope and fennec hybrid sips their tall black aluminum can energy drink. With soft fluffy grey fur with white chest fluffy. Their soft features hide what little masculinity he possesses, “Let’s see what work I have today,” he says in a sweet soft voice, hiding his hard profession. Two black antlers jut out from their brown hair, that is dyed pink in the front for aesthetics. Their soft blue eyes peer through rectangular frame glasses that hang on their nose.

His computer fully boots up, his desktop background a picture of him with his parents at his graduation from his trade school, top of his class, which isn’t too much but fills him with pride. His mother a rather elegant but antlerless jackalope while his father a big ball of fluff fennec. They stand beside him, mother towering over the two in height, but the scene depicts a lovely family.

He opens his email getting one marked as “Urgent need of your services. Pays well with plenty of benefits. Toys-4-U Maintenance Department.” He lets out a soft huff, “This is probably a spam message, but the email address looks legit. This better not be a virus,” he says, opening the email, giving it a read over.

Slowly the nagging feeling that this is a fake email subsides, replaced with a bubbling excitement within his gut, “Wait, they are really asking me to come to the store to repair? It’s a bit of a drive, but…” he swallows a lump forming in his throat, feeling a heat build within his cheeks, “To be in the actual megastore? Could I manage that? With all of those…” he covers his face, “What if I mess up? Or worse if I get a stiffy while at work! That would be so embarrassing! But how often do I get a chance to get to go with paid expenses? But it is so far... but they will compensate me for the effort. And all I need to do is reply to this email and the rest would be handled? Why would I get such special treatment? I’m just a mechanic. Nothing special about that?”

He hums and hollers, looking over the email again, “It’s not asking for any of my information. So it's not phishing for anything. It could be legit. Oh my gosh is this really true? But I’d have to put other jobs off to the wayside to go. It’s a four-hour drive… but this pay is too hard to pass up. I could get a month’s worth of pay while being there. Perhaps more if things take longer. But it does say here that I’d have to pass a probation first day period to ensure that my skills are up to the task. What if they aren’t? What if I fail?” he says to himself, fiddling with his fingers, reaching for his energy drink and taking a big gulp. He stiffened his resolve, hands shaking, typing out a response, “Mother always said to take chances. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be here,” he says with a huff.

Two days later a sleek black limo comes to Ratchet’s home in the early hours of the morning, before the sun even cracks over the horizon. With an energy drink in one hand, his bag of tools, along with a few more energy drinks were placed within, “This feels a little much for me. But it was offered to keep me fresh for when I got there…” he thinks, pivoting on his foot.

The trunk and the side door opening for him automatically, a sweet soft male voice comes from within, “Please put your bags into the trunk, and step inside. The doors close automatically.”

Ratchet swallows a nervous lump in his throat, letting out a soft organic squeak, feeling a weight grow upon his chest, but he nods as if the person within can see him, “Alright,” he replies, placing his items into the trunk, still holding his energy drink, “Is it okay if I bring this in? It’s really early in the morning and I could use a boost.”

“I have some tea, but if you prefer, it's quite alright.”

“T-thanks,” he replies, sliding into the limo, feeling the smooth black leather seats, the door slowly closing behind him. The automation catches his attention for the first instant. He then turns to see a sight that almost makes him lose grip of his energy drink before he fumbles to catch it, thankful that it's only two thirds full, preventing any from spilling out, “S-sorry,” he replies, feeling his cheeks grow hot, “I-I wasn’t expecting this.”

Sitting across from him is K-2373, the sleek rubber feline toy, naked except for the cuffs and collar that give a soft blue glow that is mostly hidden under the limo’s lights. The tinted windows had completely prevented anyone from noticing the toy within. The toy’s wonderfully sculpted length is currently in a flaccid state, but the fennalope can’t help but enjoy the view of it, crossing his legs, holding his drink in front of his crotch. The toy gives a sly grin, “Hello, this one is K-2373, manager of the local Toys-4-U megastore. It is pleased that you are able to take it up on its offer to do some maintenance work on its store.”

“To be honest, I wasn’t expecting so much for a simple maintenance job. I-I don’t mean to be rude uh… K-2373, but you have me at a loss as to why you need to go so far for some routine maintenance on your store’s equipment?”

The toy stays on the other side of the limo, legs spread, showing itself off, leaning forward, tail gently squeaking against the back of the black leather, a constant reminder of the toy’s rubber nature, “We here at Toys-4-U strive to have high quality for everything that we do, and that includes hiring the best people we can to fix our equipment.”

“I appreciate that you think I am worthy of such praise. But I have to admit, my surprise when a big company like your own goes to a small local business like mine.”

“K-2003 is a fan of supporting good local entrepreneurial businesses. This one thinks it's a great idea to do it here. And if this one is to be honest, the maintenance job within our store has been left unfilled and until recently we didn’t know how badly we needed one.”

“I don’t mean to tell you how you to do your job K-2373, but maintenance is a very important part of keeping things running smoothly. It's better to have routine checkups on your equipment instead of waiting till the last minute when things start to break down.”

“This one has been so busy with the store, that it plum forgot. Being the second megastore for the company is an honor and a difficult job at that.”

“I don’t doubt,” he says looking over the toy, his heart racing, feeling his member twitch within his pants. He uses the cool end of his can to force himself down and chill his length into relaxing, “Stay calm. Keep it together. Take this time to adjust to the sight of this sexy toy before you. Don’t think of that wonderful blue length slipping into… I said don’t think about how wonderfully curvy his body is, and how I would like to take his… no! Stop that brain. This is not the time. It's job time. Now is the time to be a professional. If I knew this was going to be that hard, I should have gotten a soft cage or something, but taking it to a job I was just…”

“Relax Mr. Akarui. This one is here to talk and get to better know you. This one understands it's a big job that it is asking for you, and there are no right or wrong answers here. Be yourself.”

“Sorry, sorry. I just wasn’t expecting such treatment. It’s more than I can handle. I’m just a simple mechanic.”

“One who does a good job with every customer possible. It has read your reviews.”

“They are over exaggerating to be sure. But I appreciate their kind words. Without them I would haven’t had nearly the success with my business as I have.”

“Modest, this one does like that,” it says with a soft mew, leaning in a little closer.

The toy’s sweet-smelling latex and blueberries reaching his nose, making it wiggle a little, while flooding him with a warmth and domineering aura that is hinted with concern and love that soothes his nerves just a little, “I just try to be who I am. If you can’t be yourself, who else could you be?” he asks with a smile, adjusting his glasses, “Yes that is a good answer. Just focus on his face. Don’t look down at his cock… oops you looked down. Why did you do that. Just look up again just like that. Look into his lovely blue eyes… Wow, they are so pretty. Stop that brain!”

K-2373 lets out a soft constant purr, “This one couldn’t agree with you more. This one is a lovely toy; it is what it is.”

“I wasn’t expecting to have a conversation with a toy. Let alone be hired by one.”

“Technically the company is hiring you. This one is representative for the company. Having toys do the actual hiring? How silly is that. Toys are objects. Things. Used for play and to be of service. And this one is here to be of service to the company.”

“I-I suppose you are right. That does make a little more sense,” he says, forcing a smile to hide how shy and bashful he is. He adjusts his glasses, eyeing back down at the toy’s sleek body then looking back at it, “C-could you tell me the nature of the work I’m going to be performing? The documents you sent were vague, outside of a few clues.”

“Could that wait till we get there?” it asks with a soft playful mew.

“I-I really want to know what I am getting into. It's a long car-ride, right?”

“Yup, four hours total from here to there.”

“Then we can go over what is needed to be done first, then talk about whatever else afterwards, right? I rather to get the important conversation out of the way. I-I hope that is okay with you though. I just don’t want us to find ourselves rushing to get what I need to know when we get there,” he says tensing squeezing the can a little, causing it to dent, “I shouldn’t have been so forceful. That was so rude of me. I am making a bad impression. The toy wanted to do some small talk. It's a four-hour ride. There’s plenty of time to explain the basics of what I need to do. I will probably have to see the problem anyway, so it's not that big of a deal in the end.”

K-2373 watches him squirm in his seat, eyes looking away from it, “He’s so sweet and shy. He’s trying so hard to impress this one. And be professional, while working hard to resist his own urges. Best to relax him and let him know what toy needs from him before going into picking apart his brain and determine if he’s the high quality material this one thinks he is.”

“Mr. Akarui, relax. This is not some kind of test, but if you want to get to know what the issues are. There are a few small things that need to be fixed, but the biggest issue and the main reason why we had you sign that NDA is that we’re having an issue with our toy molding pods. The gears are getting stuck and it's causing some issues when it comes to our toy making process.”

“T-toy making process?” he asks, stiffening up a little.

“This one hopes you now understand the importance of what it wants you to do? It's not only vital to our company’s success but we need someone that is trustworthy to keep our company’s secrets a secret.”

“Yes, yes, I can see that now. I’m sorry for being so forward on the subject. But if it's a gear issue, I am your fennalope that can solve your problem. I’ve always loved gears, and this shouldn’t be a big issue for me. But for a proper assessment. I will need to view the equipment myself.”

“This one has a good feeling you’ll get the job done. Your parents must have been really spot on when naming you.”

“Oh, after the tool? Actually, it was a tv show when they were kids… but then the character was named after a tool…” he blushes.

“And here this one thought it was because of your beauty mark on your fur.”

“My what?”

“Your beauty mark, the one on your thigh shaped like a gear?”

“O-oh this?” he asks, pulling up his shorts enough to reveal the series of gear markings on their thigh, “I also have them on my arm and back,” he says, showing off his fur markings, “But they aren’t beauty marks. I actually get them stencil dyed into my fur.”

“Really?” it asks with a soft squeak, leaning in closer, the toy’s sweet smell growing stronger.

“Y-yeah. I thought it looks cool you know? The same goes for the markings on my tail end, see?” he says, showing off his big fluffy dark, light grey tail with a white base, showing the dark gear marking that goes around the circumference of the tail.

“That’s very interesting,” it replies, “Then having it on the suit though a risk is a good move. This one can say that it's based on the look it found online or when they came to the store to help model.”

“I know it's a bit silly, but I really like it. It also helps me stand out.”

“This one thinks you stand out plenty as the only fennalope.”

“Ah… yeah…” he rubs the back of his head, feeling the heat in his cheeks, adjusting his glasses, “But from what you tell me, it doesn’t sound like I’ll have too big of an issue fixing your problem. But again, I’ll reiterate that I won’t know for certain till I get there.”

“This one completely understands and appreciates your up frontness and honesty.”

“I do like to be upfront and honest. It’s the best policy.”

“This one agrees,” it says, leaning back into the chair, giving him some space, “Tell this one, have you ever been to one of our stores?”

“Ah… well…” he says with a soft blush, “I’ve used the Toys-4-U website mostly. The discreet packaging is a lifesaver.”

The toy lets out a soft yet long squeak, “This one is glad you enjoy our products. But it asks merely because it's curious if you’ve had any experience with any of us toys before.”

“To be honest… you’re the first toy I’ve seen,” he says, blushing even harder, heart pounding, clenching the can a bit tighter, taking a quick sip from the can before putting it back down to push down his arousal, “Keep it cool. You don’t want to lead this into fucking your toy boss scenario… wait did I just consider it my boss? Oh my gosh why is that so…” He takes a deep breath calming himself.

K-2373 smiles, “He’s cute with how he struggles with his nature. This one would like to help him set himself free… but can’t make a decision just yet. We have time,” it thinks, saying, “And how do you feel about toys like itself.”

“Well… you are all very well made and lovely, that’s to be sure. I’ve fawned over the idea of having a Toys-4-U suit or what it's like to be a toy… oh my gosh I can’t believe I said that,” he says, covering up part of his face, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No need to be sorry. Just be open with this one. This has nothing to do with what you have to do. This one just wants to get to know the person it will be working with.”

“W-working with?”

“You will be doing jobs for this one, right?”

“Oh yes, yes,” he replies with a blush, “Of course, this is why the company hired me.”

“And this one is going to be in charge of making sure those jobs get done. It will be the one that signs off on your paperwork.”

“Got it,” he replies, thinking, “Oh my gosh the toy is my boss…”

“Don’t worry about that though. This one is here to get to know you. Now tell this one. What do you think of us toys then? Now that you see one in person.”

“Am I allowed to be honest here?”

“Yes, you are. This one prefers it.”

“Okay,” he replies, “I asked permission from the toy…” he tenses a little, swallowing a lump in his throat, “Now seeing you close up. It’s something else. I’ve seen a lot of advertisements on the website. I recall seeing one toy just like you being advertised as a new male feline toy model a while back. Then I started to see that same toy do some advertisements of some lovely toy models.”

“That was this one,” it replies.

“I-it was?” he asks, swallowing a lump in his throat, which causes him to squeak a little.

“Yes. This one was the toy there. Did you enjoy its work?”

“It was great!” he exclaims, letting out a soft eep, “Sorry for speaking so loud.”

“Go on, don’t be shy, tell this one more. How did it make you feel?”

“I-it was nice to see how you took charge of those other toys. I wondered myself how it could… ah…” he tenses up a bit, swallowing another lump, tail swishing quickly, he squeaks a little before continuing, “There’s something about it that’s very captivating K-2373…. Why are you asking?”

“This one likes feedback, and seeing someone talk about it in person gives a greater impact to the feedback than just typing out, ‘that’s hot’ or ‘I wish that was me’ understand?”

‘Y-yes, I can see that. Though if I am to be honest, I do sort of wished I was there, in the heat of those moments. Being a toy’s toy. To be… oh my gosh I said that,” he says, blushing hard, pulling his tail in front of his face.

K-2373 chuckles, its hands gently running along its legs with a soft tender squeak, “Relax. No one is here to judge you. This one is just a simple toy. An object, a plaything. Used for procreation and stress relief with users. Why be shy over a simple object like that?”

Ratchet peers through his tail fluff, “I-I’d say you are far from just being a simple toy. You’re so life-like and interactive. It's hard to believe that you’re just a toy.”

It smiles, “But this one is. And you will be seeing a lot more toys like this one in the store. Best to get yourself comfortable with this one. It wouldn’t want you to get distracted from your work.”

“I wouldn’t get distracted!” he exclaims, tensing, “Sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled. But I take my work very seriously. No matter how wonderful you are, or the idea of what you could do to me gets into my head, I will get my job done,” he says, with a powerful affirmative nod, his stern look quickly melting away upon the realization of just what he said in that sentence, “Oh my gosh, I said that out loud!”

The toy laughs a little, moving over to sit beside him, the toy’s sweet latex aroma growing stronger, “Relax, relax. That is how you should act. As if you are telling yourself these things.”

“I don’t think I even tell myself these things if I am to be honest.”

“Why?”

“Because… I don’t have to? It's just who I am. I’m an odd kinky ball of fluff, and that’s all. Nothing too special. Unique yes. Special? Not so much.”

“Now, now,” K-2373 moves in closer, gently placing its hand on his leg, “This one thinks you are mighty special, more so than you think you are.

Ratchet looks down at the toy’s hand then back up at it, looking into its strong powerful but loving eyes, “T-thank you. I’m just well me?”

The toy chuckles, “You remind this one of someone who is often humbling themselves, it's rather cute.”

“I am?”

“Yeah. And this one thinks it made a good decision picking you for the job.”

“Already? But I haven’t done any work.”

“Your job skills will be tested, that’s for sure. But as this one talks to you, it thinks you are made of the right stuff that we toys are looking for,” it replies.

“I am?” he asks with a hint of optimism in his voice.

“This one thinks so, but right now, why don’t you relax. Enjoy the rest of the ride. It’ll be a while till we get to the store. Once there, there’ll be a lot of work to do.”

“Ah… hmm okay but ah… hmm,” he says, rubbing his hands along his mostly drunk energy drink.

K-2373 lets out an inquisitive purr, “What is it?”

“I-I don’t want to be forward or anything, but you are a toy as you say.”

“That this one is.”

“To serve?”

“It is.”

“Well I was thinking…” he says, thinking, “This is a terrible idea. Don’t do it. Don’t do it!”

“Yes?”

Ratchet tenses, quickly forcing the words out in one quick burst, “WoulditbeokayifIrestedmyheadinyourlap.” He pants heavily, tail fluffy out a bit. Eyes widening, slowly turning to see the toy’s reaction, expecting the worst, but then he feels the toy’s soft rubber fingertip across his muzzle.

It smiles at the nervous fennalope, “Why of course. It would be this one’s pleasure to provide you a soft lap to rest your head on. If it helps you get some sleep on the way there so you can be more refreshed? Why not?”

“R-really?”

K-2373 reaches over and grabs the energy drink can, “Yes, really,” he replies, putting the can into a cup holder. The toy slides down the seats, with a loud squeak, patting its lap, “Come, rest your head.”

Slowly, nervously Ratchet lowers his head onto the toy’s lap, feeling the smooth latex across his fur, the toy’s scent delightful and tantalizing. He feels the feline purring softly, the vibration adding to the soothing moment. His big fluffy tail coiling around himself, while he yawns, with a fennec squeaky fox noise, “Sorry… I didn’t realize how tired I am.”

“That’s alright. Relax and rest. This one wants you at your best when we get to the store,” it says, gently petting Ratchet on the head, rubbing behind his ears, gently and soothingly helping him drift into a slumber, “That’s it. At this rate this thinks you’ll fit perfectly in with us and start your process of becoming a toy just like this one…” K-2373 thinks, enjoying keeping Ratchet relaxed and calm, sleeping away in its lap.

Ratchet will be awakened with a soft nudge, a squeaky foxy noise escapes his lips, stretching out, rubbing his eyes, “We’re here?” he asks, looking up to see the toy smiling down at him.

“Yes, we are,” it replies.

Ratchet sits up, stretching a little, tail fluffing out, letting out a soft meep, “I shouldn’t have slept for so long and in your lap like that? I’m sorry.”

K-2373 chuckles, “It’s totally fine. This one couldn't’ be happier.”

His ears perk up, “That’s good,” he replies, the door automatically opening up.

“After you,” it motions for him to step out.

“Thank you,” he replies, slipping out of the car, the back trunk opening, the driver’s side door opening up, stepping out is B-1374, blindfold and all.

“Did you enjoy the drive toy Master?” it asks, walking down to the trunk to grab Ratchet’s things.

Ratchet stared at the toy in total disbelief, “Where are the toy’s eyes? Or is it blindfolded. Wait, were we driven by a toy? WAIT, were we driven by a BLINDFOLDED TOY?!” he thinks, heart racing, tail floofing out, letting out a loud fennec fox like squeak in surprise when K-2373 speaks.

“It was a wonderful drive toy. Smooth as this one’s behind,” it replies, looking at Ratchet, “Are you okay? It looks like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Ah… yes, I’m fine,” he says, watching the red and black feline toy grab his bag, holding it in its hands, walking up to him, “Here you go. Good luck on the job. This one knows you can do it.”

“A-ah… thank you?” he responds with a hint of confusion.

“Welcome,” B-1374 says, closing the trunk, “Cute accent by the way,” it adds, going back to the driver side, “This one will put the limo away and be with you when it can.”

“Thank you, B-toy,” says K-2373, turning to Ratchet, who is blushing up a storm, tail moving in front of him to cover his face.

K-2373 holds up his nearly depleted energy drink, “You forgot this.”

“O-oh thank you,” he replies, grabbing it, chugging the remainder down, feeling it slide all the way down his throat, shuddering at the flat taste, licking the roof of his mouth, “Bleh.”

“You should really have some tea instead. Better for you, soothing, and still has that caffeine kick if you know which ones to have.”

“I-I never had tea before, except country sweet tea”

“You haven’t? Except that stuff? Damn.”

“W-what is it?” he asks with a soft squeak.

“Guess this one can’t hire you then. Don’t like tea? What kind of person are you?’

“W-what?! B-but…”

K-2373 laughs heartily, gently rubbing Ratchet on the back, “Relax. It was a little joke. You can’t take one, can you?” it asks with a soft inquisitive feline purr.

“O-oh… yes. I can. Sorry,” he replies, relaxing.

“No need. Come, let this one show you the way,” it says, offering a rubbery paw for him to grab.

“Okay,” he says, placing his empty drink into a slot in his bag, taking the toy’s hand with the other. He looks up at the large imposing store, looking around to see a large parking lot half full with cars. The imposing lettering of “Toys-4-U Megastore” running across the front overhead the automatic sliding doors. Two organic guards are on either side of the entrance way. One is a brown scaled, very masculine and large anthropomorphic Spinosaurus with the flashy brilliant back spine their kind is known for. The other is a large anthropomorphic elephant bird with brown and black feathers, imposing in size, with their security uniform on, it's even more so. They both eye him from their position, not making a move while he’s gently tugged up the steps into the store by the delightful sweet feline toy.

“Hello! Welcome to the local Toys-4-U megastore, where we specialize in all things gay! We are pleased to say we are the Toys-4-U store that specializes in our homosexual customers. If you have any questions, inquiries, bi curious. Don’t by shy! Come on by! When you here at Toys-4-U megastore, the time will surely fly!” says a sleek black and pink anthropomorphic male fennec. The toy’s white belly shines in the store’s light, its pink extremities and palms of its hand a lovely look with its dashing pink and blue colored eyes. It grins at Ratchet, smiling to him, showing off its femboy body. But what catches his attention is the twelve-inch-long pink throbbing length that bounces up and down as it moves, swaying its hips, bowing in greeting on its pedestal that is designed to help give people a clear view of its goods. The toy’s cuffs are much like K-2373 except they are hot pink with a black band, with hot pink lettering. It’s tag on its collar though is golden frosted over like a donut on the top while the bottom has the designation A-6371.

“Wow… that’s some greeting,” he says with a blush, tail fluffing out a bit, letting out a soft squeak.

“A-6371, what are you doing being in the greeter position?” asks K-2373.

It gives a playful smile at its Maker, “Well Toy Master. This one wanted to get out in the thick of it. Get to really see the customer’s reactions, and show them a good time,” it says with a playful wink, “This one has to know its customer base. Inside and out.”

“Good idea. You’re always on top of things, aren’t you?”

“You know this one well Toy Master. Oh, and what did the cat toy bring in? A cute lovely new customer?”

“This is the handi-man toy hired to repair what’s broken within the store.”

“Oh this is them. This one didn’t know what they looked like. You didn’t tell this one that they were so cute.”

Ratchet lets out a little squeak, “T-thank you?”

“And so shy, awe,” it says with a grin, leaning closer but remaining on its pedestal.

He blushes more, leaning closer to K-2373, “S-so where do I start?” he asks.

“This one certainly has a few ideas.”

“Relax A-6371. Let the lovely Mr. Akarui do their work. This one is hoping they meet up to our high-quality standards.”

“I will do my best,” he replies, stiffening his resolve.

“This one is sure you will, but it has to be certain. Come this way,” says K-2373, pulling on Ratchet’s hand, guiding him into the store, down towards the right.

A-6371 smiles, watching its Maker and the possible toy-to-be disappear into the aisles, “Maker does know how to find high quality material. This one is sure he will pass the test. It can’t wait to help Maker, with another toy-to-be,” it thinks, turning its attention back to the front just as the doors open, repeating its door greeting once again.

Ratchet looks all over the place, seeing the sleek rubber toys walking through the aisles. Customers that are open about themselves, exploring the products on the shelves acting like they were shopping at any other kind of store.

K-2373 gives a sly feline grin, taking him down the chastity device aisle. Dozens upon dozens of models all lined up on cocks of all types and kinds, “Just have to make our way to it, in the back side of the store,” it explains.

“N-not a problem,” he responds with a soft squeak, eyes going wide, seeing the different toys. His member twitches, his heart racing harder and harder, “I never seen so many at once… but I recognize them. All of these are on the website. They are real. Right here, to be touched, bought… used,” he thinks. Suddenly his eyes catch one particular one in a solid black metal that reflects in the light, “I have that one in purple…”

“Everything okay?” the toy asks, feeling Ratchet squeeze his hand a little tighter.

He lets out a soft squeak, “Y-yes. Everything is fine,” he replies, voice cracking a little, “You have just a… nice selection here.”

“We pride ourselves on selling a wide variety of toys for all sorts of customers. We have a higher selection for local races, but we keep a few more exotic cages in stock. We want our customers to come in and find what they are looking for. After all, we know our store is a bit out of the way and we want to make the experience and odds of you finding something that is up your alley as high and pleasant as possible.”

“I’m sure you make every visit pleasant,” he says, eyeing the wonderful chastity devices for a moment longer, tugged through the aisle and down through another. His eyes somehow managing to go wider, fur fluffing out, the full BDSM gear aisle, “I-I didn’t know you had a full aisle of these…” he mutters, heart racing.

K-2373 gives a coy smile, “Oh, no, no, no, we don’t have a full aisle of BDSM gear.”

“You don’t?” he asks, ear shifting.

“We have three,” it replies, showing the number three with its fingers.

“That many?”

“Did you want to see?” it says with a soft mew.

“I-I-I don’t want to take away from the time where I should be working…” he says, feeling his cheeks grow hotter than ever before.

“Nonsense, it’ll be on the way,” it says, pulling him through the heavy bondage gear, the strap rack, the full body harness designed to hang someone from the ceiling. All of which set Ratchet’s heart a flutter, his mind sparking with delights in the back of his mind. Fantasies brought to the edge of reality right here before him. What wonderful tantalizing forbidden fruits of delight are held within these aisles. The arousal building within him, the egging need to just slip in and try the items out, for a day no an hour, no even a single minute… the thought is too much for him to bear. How could he be given such an opportunity? “No, this is not the time. I have to do my job. I couldn’t be doing that anyway. That takes someone of trust and care to do. A bond that I…” he lets out a soft vocal squeak, “Y-you have a wonderful stock that’s to be sure.”

“Thank you, this one does appreciate the compliment.”

“B-b-but it should be a good idea to get started.”

“Keeping your head straight and priorities in order. This one likes that, come, come, it’s just this way,” passing down an aisle of various suits, and another one much of the same, followed by larger sex equipment. Eventually they reach a solid metal door with a keypad on the front that on the very top says, “Employees Only.”

“I try to remain professional while on the job K-2373. Doing a good job is top priority. Honest good hard work,” he replies, waiting for the feline toy to finish entering the passcode to unlock the door.

“This one approves of the motto,” it says, the door unlocking with an audible click and whir of the locking mechanism. It pushes the door open, guiding Ratchet inside to a long hallway with a few doors. It saunters forward, hips swaying, tail hiked, showing itself off to him, guiding him down one hallway and then left down another, approaching a large double set of locked doors that have a sign above them that reads “Toy Molding Room”

“Do you know how many of these molding pods are in need of repair?” he asks, waiting for the toy to unlock the door.

“This one is not exactly sure on the number, but G-2371 will be in charge of helping you with that. They’ve been busy documenting everything that is in need of repair and prioritizing what’s needed,” it explains.

“Ah, wait another toy? Do only toys work here?” he asks, letting out a soft meep, thinking, “Am I just going to be subservient to a bunch of wonderful looking toys?”

“Not all but a lot of toys work within Toys-4-U megastores. It helps us keep the costs down for you. High quality toys at a high-quality price,” it explains, opening the doors to a large warehouse-like area where there are a dozen of pedestals with a nearby computer console attached. On them are these large hard semi-translucent plastic molds, but on closer inspection they are half of a full mold, this being the back section of whatever is to be molded. With a hole and a latch point in the rear of each mold.

Ratchet sees them with a little bit of excitement, “Not sure what excites me more. Seeing something like this or getting to work on it!” he thinks.

A sleek black rubber orange striped rubber cat with a white heart shaped mark on their chest and a white muzzle, approaches the pair. The toy with orange cuffs with a black band with a golden tag that reads G-2371 gives a bow, “Greeting Toy Master. Is this the mechanic you hired?” it inquires, the toy’s orange cock out and about but relaxed and definitely not in an upright position.

Ratchet blushes a little, seeing another cute sleek and slender femboy toy, but before he can say anything K-2373 steps in and says, “He is. Please show him what’s wrong. It has already gone over the basics, but it would appreciate if you took the time to help further explain the issue and what has been attempted already.”

“This one will, Toy Master.”

“Excellent. And has everything been secured?”

A soft voice speaks from off to the side just out of view of everyone, “This one has made sure that no molding is currently in progress Toy Master,” says a sleek black and orange anthropomorphic red panda toy with a white belly and face. Their hair wild untimed, but shiny, their cuffs match their orange and black body with the same cursive lettering. Their body shines in the lights, their orange hip handles stand out, catching Ratchet’s attention, but he remains calm and collected. The toy has a half of a golden heart shaped tag that reads A-3377.

K-2373 smiles, letting out a soft mew, “Wonderful A-3377, keep up the good work. We don’t want any of our secrets to get out. This one’s Maker would be very displeased if it failed its trust.”

“Of course, Toy Master. This one will do its best not to let you or your Maker down,” it says with a soft squeaky bow, slinking off into the shadows.

The blue feline toy pivots on its foot facing Ratchet and G-2371, “This one has other tasks it needs to finish. Will you two be alright here by yourselves to work?”

“Yes Toy Master,” G-toy responds.

“I-I think I can handle it, but if I need any help or questions, I just ask…” he looks over to the toy’s tag, “G-2371 for extra help?”

“That is correct. Good luck,” K-2373 says, waving them off, sauntering out of the room.

Ratchet turns to the other toy, “So… lead the way. I have my tools with me,” he says, showing off his bag.

“Right this way. Four of our molding machines are inoperable due to a jamming issue with the gears where the upper half of the mold comes down. But it's not sure if that’s a bigger issue or the pumps on mold platform three and seven. Without the rubber flowing in, the molds are just as useless as the ones unable to make the appropriate connection,” it explains.

“I see, where are the pumps connected to?”

“To the rubber vats the floor below us.”

“Hmm,” he says, adjusting his glasses, pulling out one of the stored energy drinks in his bag, cracking it open and taking a sip, “It would be best to inspect and work on the repairs on the molds first, and then work to check the pumps… if that’s okay with you?”

“That works perfectly fine with this one,” it replies, thinking, “Maker wants this one to test this possible toy-to-be. It needs to first gauge their skills and focus. But after that…” it grins, “Let’s go to pod nine. That one has been the most stuck out of all of them. A lot of the gears and mold attachment points are up there though, do you have a problem with heights?” it asks pointing up toward the ceiling.

Ratchet looks up seeing all kinds of tubing and wires up there, some gears and other mechanical machinations that send a tingle down his spine, fluffing up his tail, “Do you have a way to get up there? I don’t think a simple step ladder would be advisable nor that safe.”

“We have a mobile scissor platform that has all the necessary safety features, let this one get it for you,” it says, letting out a loud whistle through its rubbery fingers.

Ratchet’s ears fold at the high-pitched noise, “Ow.”

“Sorry, this one should have warned,” it replies with a bow.

“It’s alright,” he replies, a few moments later a mobile scissor platform is wheeled up, a sleek black and white fox toy with black hearts on its nipples over its white chest. The toy’s cuffs and collar like its length are orange in color, the collar, half of a heart tag that says R-3377 on it.

The anthropomorphic fox toy lets out a little yip, “H-here you go,” it says in a soft male voice, “If you need any more help, you know how to call this one.”

“It does, thank you.”

“Welcome fellow toy unit,” it says with a bow, sauntering over to A-3377 which is watching from a distance. It leans over to the toy, giving a playful kiss, reaching over to gently caress the fellow toy’s handles.

A-toy softly moans, letting out a playful yip, leaning into the kiss, its length hardening quickly, and the fellow toy in kind. Their members soon also ‘kissing’ on their hands play with the other’s handles. From this distance Ratchet blushes noticing the handle play but feeling his heart flutter catching that the two half heart tags appear to be a fit for each other.

“Paired toys? Oh my, that is so romantic and… I would love that so much, wait no, focus, focus. A job to do!” he thinks, getting onto the scissor platform.

A-3377 says with a soft squeaky nuzzle to its fellow toy unit, “It’s lovely to see you but this one must keep up its duties. Later though we’ll have some fun,” it says with a playful wink.

“Awe, this one understands, being a good toy comes first,” it says, walking off.

Ratchet with G-2371 are raised high above the platforms and molds, going fifteen feet up into the machinations that are held up here. Hoses and tubes, with tons of wires and hydraulics and some gears. The orange toy explains and points, “Here is where we attach the other half of the mold to be brought down. It’s been removed while repairs are needed.”

“I see,” Ratchet says, pulling out a high-powered flashlight to get a better look at the jungle gym of equipment before him, “What a mess, and what does this do?” he asks, shining light on one large bit of equipment.

“That’s the vacuum pumps to keep the suction up within the mold.”

“Any issues with those?”

“None at the moment. This one makes sure they remain clean and dust free on a weekly basis.”

“That’s good, which mechanisms move the mold?”

“These here,” it says pointing.

“Alright, let me have a look here, and it’ll get to work.”

“Wonderful,” G-2371 says, watching him work. Over the next hour he inspects, and starts to take apart the equipment, being careful and mindful of the oil lubricants that are used to help everything run smoothly.

The sleek black and orange toy holds onto the railing, hiking its butt, swaying it side to side, letting out a soft mew, watching over what he’s doing. His member hardening to full mast during the passage of time. The toy’s sleek orange scented polish body lingering around the mechanic.

Ratchet though is lost in his work, occasionally asking for a tool, of which G-2371 hands it over saying, “Here you go sweety.”

“Thank you,” he replies, going headfirst into his work, not caring about how his fur gets matted by the machinery’s lubricants.

“You know, this one is surprised how cute of a mechanic Toy Master managed to find,” it says, with a soft squeak.

Ratchet deep within the gear responds, “Thanks, I try to be a good mechanic. I am surprised K-2373 picked me for the work. Oh boy this gear is all worn out. Do you happen to have another one?”

“Yes, we do. We have several spare parts.”

Ratchet pulls out one of the massive gears, almost dropping it in the process, “That’s a bit heavier than it looks,” he says with a pant.

G-2371 rushes to help, “Careful, this one doesn’t want you to get hurt.”

“Appreciate it. Hmm… see these teeth on this spur gear are broken. Probably from all the force applied to the molding process. Now I wouldn’t want to do your job, but may I make a suggestion?”

The toy moves in closer, chest gently brushing up against his back after it helps put the gear off to the side and in a safe place, “Go right ahead sweety.”

“You’re using spur gears here. I would recommend using helical gears. They provide more contact with the gears, reducing wear, providing greater strength, with the added benefit of being quieter. Not sure how noisy you have it in here, but it's an added bonus.”

“Ohh, this one understands. It has thought of it but was a little shy to submit the idea. Though this one knows a lot about submission,” it chuckles, moving in closer.

“It can be a lot of paperwork and time to replace them. It's not something to be done right now, but in the future it's an idea to upgrade to a superior system that is best suited to the job.”

“This one will move it up the chain of command. Thank you for your hard work.”

“It was noth--” he says, his words cut off when he feels the toy’s mouth gently wrapping around the tip of his ear. Its tongue plays with the tip of the flap, while it gives a firm gentle suckle of it. He shudders, toes curl, moaning in delight, “Oh my gosh…” he says with a pant, his legs quiver, hands gripping the side of the railing to keep himself up while the suckling continues.

“That finally got his attention, hehehe,” the toy thinks, suckling away for a few moments, before slowly breaking the mouth to ear hug. The toy gives a soft lick along Ratchet’s inner ear, “Good work. Keep it up and this one will give you more.”

“I-I…” he stammers, slowly regaining his composure, “Ah yum…” he lets out a soft squeak, “W-work comes first,” he says, taking a deep breath, “B-but your kind actions are… appreciated?” he says with a soft blush, tail swishing quickly, butterflies fluttering in his stomach, seeing the cute toy standing so close to him, “C-continue, shall we?”

“Yes, we should. Toy Master would be disappointed if we don’t get a lot of work done. And this one doesn’t want you to get a bad review because of this one.”

“Thank you,” he replies.

G-2371 grinds, moving over to Ratchet’s other ear gently whispering, “With each good job you do, I’ll be sure to give you a quick mini-bonus,” it says licking across a few of Ratcher’s ear hairs, before the tip of its tongue touches and flicks across the tip of his ear.

“G-got it,” he replies, almost melting on the spot, the words of encouragement, swirling in his mind, straining his professionalism, being so close to such a delightful toy with words of encouragement he redoubles his effort to produce good quality work for the company.

Several hours later and every last one of his energy drinks, Ratchet finds himself exhausted, but pleased with himself. Fur a mess, but a few of the pods have been fixed and are up and functioning, “I hope you don’t mind but I don’t think I could…”

Ratchet’s words fade off into the distance with G-toy’s loving touch, hands gently running across his hips, mouth wrapped around his ear, taking half of it into the cat’s mouth. The fennalope shudders, and moans, a soft squeak escaping his lips, hands tightly gripping his bag for fear he might drop it onto his toes and ruin the moment. Body barely able to remain standing from the mixture of how much work he’s done and the sudden onslaught of delights he’s given. His ear feels the wet mouth around it, folding the ear, the tongue running across the skin and fur, bending, folding, playfully, making him feel every bit of the play.

K-2373 walks into the toy testing room a minute into the display. It smiles letting out a soft mew, “This one hopes you haven’t been doing that the entire time.”

G-toy pulls away giving the ear tip a soft tender lick before retreating completely, “Of course not Toy Master. This one was simply rewarding Ratchet with a job well done.”

“Were you now?” it asks with a sly grin, walking over to them.

Ratchet speaks up, gently rubbing his ears, with his arms to dry them off, not wanting to spread the oils on his paws any more than he has to, “Y-yeah. I managed to get two of the pods up and working. And you got the submission of my gear replacement?”

“This one read the report that G-2371 wrote up while you were on lunch. It’s not something this one can authorize, but it knows who can.”

“Sorry to cause any trouble,” he says with a soft squeak, adjusting his glasses with his arm.

“No, no. This is wonderful. You’ve done such a good job and worked till the middle of the afternoon. This one couldn’t be more pleased with your work. So much so, it wants to offer you a bonus.”

“A bonus?”

“Yup, how would you like to work here on a more long-term basis? The same kind of fulfillment as you are getting now, perhaps even more so.”

Ratchet tenses, “Ah… uh, really?”

“Yeah.”

“Can I think about it a bit? This is rather sudden.”

“Sure, but it has a few other things it has in store for you. But first, how about we get you cleaned up?”

“I would like to very much. But where?” he asks.

“B-1374 will show you where. We have living quarters above the store, and you can use one of their showers. After that it has a few more surprises for you.”

“Surprises for me?” he asks with a soft squeak, “What kind of surprises?”

“Well, it wouldn’t be much of a surprise if this one told you, now would it?”

“I suppose so,” he replies, looking at the blind folded black and red feline toy, “I just follow you then?”

“Right this way, Ratchet,” it replies with a sly grin, guiding him out of the toy molding room.

K-2373 waits a moment, before A-3377 approaches them, “Everything worked out well. He doesn’t suspect anything.”

“This one kept them focused on their work with only… some distractions,” says G-2371.

K-2373 lets out a soft mew, “And your other recommendations were very helpful.”

“Thank you, Maker. Does this mean that this quality material is a perfect fit for what we need?”

“Perfection is hard to achieve, but this one says so. Now it will be all up to them after dinner,” it replies, giving both pets a loving pet on their heads, which they squeakily nuzzle into, before heading off, getting everything ready for tonight…

Ratchet with their blow-dried hair, floofing out in all directions, struggles to get it to settle down, his hair all wild and untamed, puffing him up to look almost twice as big as he really is, “I can’t believe my hair is doing this now!” he huffs.

“Apologies that we didn’t have the right shampoo for that. But at least the oil is out of your fur.”

“Yeah, all of it, but it's fine. I can get some later, if that’s alright?” he asks, curiously looking at the blindfolded toy, amazed as how it moves down the hall and the steps to the ground floor, the toy leading him past a break room where a massive buff anthropomorphic silverback gorilla, having a cup of coffee, sipping it while he has a banana and peanut butter sandwich for his dinner.

“So where are we going?” he asks curiously letting out a soft nervous squeak.

“To Toy Master’s room. It wants to have dinner there with you,” it explains, gently guiding him to a door with a security keypad lock.

“Dinner? I thought I heard toys could eat, but cook?”

“How do you know it's cooking?”

“Ah uh…” he blushes, “Well there aren’t a lot of food restaurants nearby.”

“It’s a good guess,” it says as the door opens, the smell of chicken and latex filling Ratchet’s nostrils.

The fennalope’s stomach growls in hunger, reminding him just how long ago since he ate. The red toy steps inside holding the door open, “Coming?”

“Oh, yes, sorry, sorry,” Ratchet says, rushing into the room, finding K-2373’s private room, but coming from the other door, the one near the kitchen. There the blue and black rubber feline toy has a table all set up, a tea maker brewing some tea.

The toy smiles, waving, “Apologies, you’re here just a few minutes early, dinner will be ready in just a moment,” it says with a soft mew, going over to the kitchen table that is set for three, “But please, sit down, and this one can get you a nice drink.”

“I wasn’t expecting for my boss to cook for me today,” says Ratchet with a soft squeak, taking up a chair, sitting down, hands folded into his lap, “Thank you.”

“After all the hard work you did, and when it heard of the trouble you had having a good lunch, it wanted to do something special to make it up to you.”

“So, this is the bonus you spoke about?”

“Part of it,” it says, while B-1374 sits down at the chair beside him, sitting comfortably.

“Toy Master is an excellent cook, but that isn’t even the best part of your bonus,” it says with a teasing smile.

“Now, now B-1374, best not to ruin the surprise. One thing at a time,” it says with a soft mew.

“Of course, Toy Master. This one is just building up the anticipation,” it says with a soft squeak, gently rubbing its cuffs together, making the text “Fuck Toy” easy to read for Ratchet.

He sits there watching, waiting, the delightful smell making his mouth water, K-2373 pulling out a brewing tea, of blue liquid that seems to give off a soft glow, “This is a special tea that this one is sure you’d like.”

“Tea?” he asks.

“Yes, made with a few special ingredients,” it says pouring the tea into a cup, beside him, then giving B-1374 a share before finally giving itself some.

The steamy tea smells delightful, sending a soft tingle of pleasure through Ratchet. There’s something about it that feels odd but then the whole situation is odd and beyond what he was expecting when he accepted the job, “Thank you,” he replies.

“Most welcome,” it says with a mew, the oven dinging, “Oh, it’s done, just on time,” it says, grabbing some oven mittens, opening the stove and pulling hot a steaming crispy golden brown crusted pie, “This one hopes you love chicken pot pie.”

“I love chicken pot pie!” he exclaims with a squeak before calming himself, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to yell there.”

“Don’t worry, this room is soundproof, no one can hear you scream here,” K-2373 explains, placing the pie in the center with the utensils necessary to take a chunk and enjoy the meal, “Careful it’s hot though. Don’t want you to melt your mouth again B-1374,” it says, looking over to the red feline toy.

“Thad wash onlish won tyme,” it replies, faking as if it had burned its mouth again.

It sighs, “Whatever will this one do with you.”

“Make sweet love to this one?”

K-2373 chuckles, “Yes, yes it will.”

Ratchet lets out a soft squeak, eyeing the food, waiting a moment before taking some, letting it steam and cool off, “Ah… thank you again for having me. I wasn’t expecting all of this.”

“You’ve said that already,” K-2373 replies.

“I-I did? Sorry I get a little repetitive and squeaky when I’m nervous,” he replies with a soft squeak.

“No need to be nervous. You did a fine job today and you deserve the rest of the day off. Come, enjoy the meal. This one does hope you enjoy.”

“Thanks,” he says, thinking, “Please let this be a good meal. Please let this be good. It smells good, but what if it isn’t? I don’t want to be rude and say the cooking is bad. And what about this tea? I’m not a tea drinker… but I don’t want to be rude. Let the pie cool off, have some tea, just relax and you will get through this,” he thinks, taking a sip of the tea, letting its sweet tangy flavor run across his tongue. The soothing sensation from it despite its warmth runs down his mouth and throat, filling him with a delightful relaxing feeling that subtly ups his own pent-up arousal that he’s kept in check. “Tea is good.”

“This one is glad you like it,” it says blowing on a piece of the chicken pot pie before cautiously eating some, “Hmm, this is good.”

“Yesh Toy Mashter it ish veri goouhd,” says B-1374.

K-2373 shoots it a look.

The red feline toy returns with a coy smile, turning its attention back to Ratchet, “Go ahead, try some.”

“Okay,” says Ratchet, blowing on the food, cautiously taking it into his mouth, which is greeted with an explosion of chicken and gravy flavor. The vegetables add to the menagerie of delight in his mouth, and everything is tender, smooth, juicy that seems to just melt in his mouth, “This is amazing.”

K-2373 lets out a soft mew of delights, licking its lips, “Thank you. This one appreciates clear and concise compliments to this one’s cooking.”

“Come on Toy Master. What more could you want?”

It grins, “You could kiss the chef.”

“Well, if you say so,” B-1374 says, leaning in, the two toys giving a passionate squeaky kiss, before resuming their meal.

Ratchet is left feeling ever more flustered and excited, his heart racing, thinking, “They are so cute together. Just like a couple.”

K-2373 has some small talk with Ratchet but eventually says, “So this one has never seen your kind before till it ran into you when it was searching for a mechanic. It’s a fennalope?”

“Y-yeah. The one and only fennalope… at least as far as I know about it.”

“Tell this one, what would you say about the idea of a toy line based on your species?”

The world suddenly comes to a screeching halt. His feet rub against each other, he takes a sip of the tea, only to delay himself to get his mind in order, breaking down just what was exactly said to him. After a moment he replies, “Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that, could you repeat the question?”

“This one was wondering if you would be willing to help us create a fennalope toy for the world to enjoy. Such a unique species like yourself? With such wonderfully cute characteristics? How could Toys-4-U not jump on the opportunity to make someone as fantastic, rare and beautiful as yourself become more accessible to the masses?”

“Y-you think I’m beautiful?” he says with a blush, letting out a squeak, adjusting his glasses, before swishing his tail in front of his face when the thought of it starts to become too much to bear.

“Of course, this one does. It’s never seen anyone like you before.”

“W-well I am the only one of my species…” he says with a soft squeak.

“So, what do you say? Care to help make your species a little more common?” it asks leaning forward with a squeak, its feline smile growing.

“I-I… well… what could I possibly do to help? I’m just a simple mechanic doing my job.”

“Yes, you are a mechanic, but far from simple. You see, we first start the base of a toy model with a suit. Once we make a good suit model, we can move up to an actual toy.”

“W-which means?” he asks, his heart racing, his mind trying not to go off the edge and hope what the toy is saying is what it is saying.

“We could have you model for a fennalope suit.”

Ratchet almost faints right then and there but he catches himself on the kitchen table before he falls.

B-1374 and K-2373 rush over to grab him if he happens to fall over, “Are you okay?” they both ask with concern in their voice.

“Y-yes, sorry. It was just so sudden. The idea of me in a suit? That’s just.”

“Would you help us? This one is sure it will make it a lovely mind-blowing experience.”

“What about my current work?”

“Don’t worry, that will get done too. So, what do you say? Do you want to help us make a fennalope toy?”

“And this will also create a line of fennalope suits?” he asks, hands shaking in delight, letting out a soft squeak.

“That’s the plan.”

He takes a moment to collect himself, processing over everything, “This is happening? Is this actually happening? Wait, what if I was hired just to be a model for these suits? Would that have been such a bad thing? Stop thinking about this and just do it Ratchet!” he thinks, looking at the two toys, “Well, if chances weren’t taken, I wouldn’t be here. Why not. I’d be happy to help.”

“Purrfect,” says K-2373 with a soft purr, gently holding out its hand for Ratchet to grab.

“Wait, right now?”

“Good as a time as any. Don’t worry. This will be nice and relaxing. It knows you just had a good meal.”

“O-okay,” he squeaks, taking the toy’s rubbery hand, feeling him be lifted up onto his feet, guided over to the bed that is deeper into the room. The one with the soft white bedsheets and pillows with the dozen latex cat pillows of various colors.

“Please sit here, as the custom suit should be here shortly.”

“CUSTOM SUIT?!” he exclaims, panting heavily.

“Why yes, how else are we going to get a suit to match your unique features.

“H-how did you get a custom suit so fast?” he asks, squirming in his spot on the bed looking up at the two toys towering over him, feeling a rush tingling anxiety, while at the same time feeling a growing eagerness within him.

“This one did say it was intrigued by your species the moment it saw it. It got something in the works a while back, and it was hopeful you’d be willing to help this one make its and your dream a reality.”

“M-my dream?” he asks with a soft squeak.

“What, did you not want this too?”

“Ah… well…” he says pulling his tail in front of his face, burying his face in it.

“This one would take that as a yes Toy Master,” says B-1374 when there’s a knock on the door.

“Ah there it is. Would you mind getting that?” asks K-2373 looking to the red feline toy.

“With pleasure,” it says, sauntering over to the door, opening it to reveal a devilish looking hot pink and white toy with black markings and a white belly. Their hot pink hands and holding a white box in its hands. The toy’s long tail ends in an iconic ‘devil spade’ adding to the demonic yet kinky femboy look.

“Here you go Toy Master. This one hopes you are pleased with the design.”

“If it's anything like you showed this one earlier, it knows its of fine high quality,” it says, B-1374 taking the box, walking it back over to the Ratchet who sees the lovely pink devil toy, which gives him a playful wink before disappearing back into the hallway, closing the door behind it.