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Reversing the K: Transitioning & Horsing Around

K-2373 and K-2003 walk down the hallway, further down the toy testing rooms to the very last door on the left, “In here toy, and nice bit of gear, it looks good on you.”

“Thank you, Maker,” it says, eyeing K-2373, enjoying the smooth sleek form, the supple feminine ample toy rump, its member still aching nice and hard, feeling good about the view.

K-2373 reaches over, caressing the cock, “Good toy. You’re taking your training well, and it appreciates the efforts you are going through to better understand this one and your fellow toys,” it says, unlocking the door, stepping inside to a large room with a canopy bed to the right with black rubber sheets, and blue feline pillows that match K-2373’s colors. On the left is an office room that is currently closed, and straight ahead is a rather large kitchen for its uses. Sitting on the bed, ready to be of use is B-1374, the blind folded feline toy.

“Welcome back,” B-toy says, sitting up, its red member twitching in delight, drawing K-2003’s attention to it, to which its body responds warmly to the view.

“?-2003, we’re going to help work in some things to help you become the gay toy it knows you really can and ought to be,” says K-2373, moving the toy over to the bed, sitting on the edge, making the helpless toy look ahead, “See that mirror there?” it asks as B-toy walks over to it, becoming a little bit of a Vanna White as it displays the mirror, moving it closer.

“This one does, what of it?” it asks, the toy seeing its heavy pony gear set up, but more importantly it sees its throbbing twitching length, the nice set of balls underneath and its relatively small breasts. It’s looks at it, feeling a strange mix of delight due to the male bits, with a slight withdrawal from the clearly female parts.

The feline toy gets behind it, “It wants you to really focus and want to be a good gay toy for this one. Not just go along with it, but desire it, want it, to make it a goal of what you are toy,” it says, reaching around squeezing the toy’s small breasts, pushing them down flat, “You want to please this one don’t you?”

It moans pressing back against K-2373, feeling the squashing of its small breasts, “Yes it does, this one wants to learn and understand. Toy is an open toy and wants to do its very best, not cutting any corners.”

K-2373 releases the toy’s chest, the breasts popping back up, “You’ll do anything to try to please this one, won’t you? You made it all this way, putting in all this effort.”

K-2003 looks up at it, “Of course, why wouldn’t it?” it asks, tilting its head.

“Keep looking at the mirror toy.”

“Oh, sorry,” it says looking back at itself, seeing the sleek black and red feline toy standing beside it with its twitching hard cock.

“Better. See these toy?” it asks, reaching back around squeezing the small breasts, trying to smooth them out, “Look how they stand out, and don’t fit you. Don’t fit us here. They’re such a hassle aren’t they?”

The toy’s body squeaks as the breasts are squeezed down, looking at itself in the mirror, its member twitching at the toy’s words, “Well, toy always had them before.”

“And they were a hassle then, weren’t they? You always had to hide them from this one? Wasn’t that just a bother?” it asks, letting go of the breasts, letting them pop back out, “Wouldn’t it be better if you didn’t have to deal with them? If all you had was a smooth, sexy chest like B-1374?” it asks, motioning to the toy, which poses leaning against the mirror, rump hiked.

“Toy likes to do its best for its toys, and takes all toys into consideration,” it says with a nod, eyeing the sleek and sexy feline toy, its gaze returning to itself, giving that mixed pleasure and lack thereof feeling, while getting a twitch of extra delight when it sees K-2373 in the mirror behind it, pressing its smooth chest against its back.

“You want to please your toys, don’t you toy?”

“This one does, yes.”

“You want to please this one most of all, don’t you toy? Your Maker?”

“Toy is a good toy.”

“Toy obeys its Maker.”

“Toy wants to please its Maker.”

“Toy is a gay toy.”

“Gay toys please their Maker.”

“Toy’s Maker is K-2373.”

It wiggles a bit, cock twitching, leaning against the feline, “Yes, this one supposes it wants to please all the toys, including you, Maker.”

“Think on it toy, wouldn’t it be so much better than to not have breasts? You can still please all the toys just the same, not have to worry about this one seeing them, and be even sexier than before, what’s not to love?”

“Ah…” the toy looks at the mirror, then down at its small breasts, feeling odd about them, the toy’s words echoing in its mind, “It would be sexier…” it says, its cock twitching.

“Why even need or have breasts? Why should you care for the toy? You are a gay toy, aren’t you? You won’t have to deal with icky silly old breasts. Better yet, you don’t want to, do you toy?”

“It doesn’t?” it asks with a head tilt, its cock twitching at those words, feeling itself grow more aroused.

“Yes toy. You don’t need to care for breasts to be a gay toy. It helps you keep you focused, conditioned, specialized, like the good gay toy that you are, isn’t that right?”

“A focused toy is a good toy,” it says, watching as K-2373 squeezes its breasts down again, “You don’t want this one to put in all the extra effort to keep these down, and worry about them, do you toy?” it asks, leaning in close, grinding its cock against the base of the toy’s tail, while licking across its ear.

It shudders, “N-no Maker. This one doesn’t.”

“You don’t want to waste your energy on breasts either. They mean nothing to you.”

“Yes, Maker, this one should put its focus where it matters.”

“Say it toy, let this one hear you understand what breasts are to you.”

“This one doesn’t want to care for breasts.”

K-2373 grins, grinding its cock against the small of the toy’s back, “And about yours?”

It reaches up to touch its breasts with its hoofed hands, pushing them down, looking down at it then up at the mirror, “It would be better if this one didn’t have them. If toy had a smooth chest. That way Maker wouldn’t have to worry about seeing them. And it would look better anyway. Why would it need breasts when its a gay toy?” it says, its cock aching, throbbing, B-toy coming over, blocking the mirror from view, grinding its red member against the toy’s cyan pillar.

K-2373 mews happily, “Good toy, and it has something for you to help you not have to look at your breasts till they are fully molded away from you,” it says, giving a playful grind against the toy’s back, leaving a streak of pre-cum.

“Oh, Maker?” it asks tilting its head, watching it reach across the bed with a loud squeak, hiking its butt to tease the sergal toy, while grabbing something hidden from underneath the pillows, a sleek clear attire with hot pink band across the top, and two rings at the base, “What’s that?”

“A special Griss suit that will smooth those pesky breasts away, and give you a shiny smooth chest, while keeping your crotch and rear clear for the fun we’re going to be having. Though it wasn’t expecting you to be all geared up, but that shouldn’t be that much of a problem for you, should it toy?”

K-2003 wiggles its rump, grinding a bit against its fellow toy’s red twitching cock, “Not at all, this one will love to be of aid and smooth it's breasts down so you can have fun with it, without worry,” it says with an affirmative nod.

It reaches over, gently petting the toy’s head, “Good toy. This will be a simple slip up from your feet, and pulled up nice and tight, and we’ll be good to go, with a bit help with the press n seal technology for that tail of yours.”

“Love that technology so much, makes things so much easier,” K-2003 says, as the suit is handed over to B-1374.

“It does, and your cooperation is appreciated ?-2003.”

“It does what it can.”

B-1374 mews, opening the suit, crouching down to slip the hoofed feet through the hot pink holes, “And we’ll do everything we can to make you hunger and want to be the gayest toy in the store, and that will be difficult as you’ll be competing with Maker,” it says with a sly smirk.

“And this one is very gay,” it says with a chuckle, smacking the toy on the butt right as the suit is making its way up around the toy’s body.

K-2003 moans, wiggling its rear, “This one understands, it’ll do its best,” it says with an affirmative nod, the front of the suit, wraps around the toy’s chest, the hot pink rubber band squeezes the chest down, the sleek see through suit, presses up against its body, making it shine even brighter, while squishing the breasts down to nothing. The pressure of the band felt in the toy’s chest, while it looks down to ‘admire’ the smoothness that’s now there, the rubber sealing along its back, making it tingle as its sealed within the tight suit.

“How does that feel?” K-2373 asks with a playful mew, reaching around to run its hands over the smoothed over toy chest.

“Tight in the chest but overall looks and feels great Maker,” it says wiggling up against it.

“Good, good,” it says, nuzzling the toy.

B-1374 moves in, grabbing the toy’s length and its own, gently grinding them together, “It’s good to be gay. It’s a fun, loving, delightful experience, isn’t it?” it says, looking at K-2373, the two leaning in close to give each other a slow tender kiss.

K-2003 watches them passionately enjoying each other, its cock twitching hard at the sigh, feeling the warmth of the two toys up against its body, the kiss slowly breaking, a trail of salvia left between their lips.

K-2373 responds, “It is, and it's wonderful. And we’re going to show you ?-2003 that you are meant to be this way. Your material is wanting to be a lovely gay toy like us. This is the way you were meant to be molded as.”

K-2003 tilts its head, “It is?”

The blue feline toy pulls the toy further up onto the bed, straddling on one of toy’s legs, while B-1374 does the other, “Of course, do you think any other toy would go through such lengths just to see what its like to be a gay toy?”

K-2003 thinks for a moment, wrapping its arms around the two toys, barely able to do more than rub its hooves across the toy’s backs, “It's not normally needed, but this one has an entire company to run, and so it must investigate other experiences, and points of view.”

“Is it?” it asks with a soft mew, moving in close with its fellow toy, the blue and red cocks grinding up against the cyan twitching, throbbing pillar, “Why did you not try the lesbian store for the same thing?”

B-1374 mews softly, tracing its fingers across the three cocks, helping them rub up against each other, “Yeah, you came here first, feels like you just wanted to go this way, toy.”

It feels a bit taken back, the toys moving in closer to it, pressing their warm rubber bodies against its helpless form, its cock twitching, “Ahh… well, this one is trying to learn more on this as it had trouble when making K-2373.”

“You aren’t the Maker here,” mews K-2373, “And admit it. You wanted this toy. You want to become ?-2003, and experience this. To sink in and show what kind of toy you truly are. If you were really curious with such a focus, you could have done other things, and just left it up to us. Trusting your fellow toys, but no… you wanted to join us. That means your material must be hungering for cock, desiring to be gay.”

K-2003’s member twitches, pre-cum dribbles from the tip, the arousing toy juices reaching the other two toys making their cocks twitch harder, “This one is thorough in what it's doing.”

“?-2003…” K-2373 says with a soft mew, leaning in close, kissing it on the cheek, “Relax. You are here to let yourself become the gay toy you secretly want to be. It knows you aren’t resisting, just see how eager your cock is, and how much you’ve been admiring us,” it says nuzzle licking the toy’s face.

B-1374 leans in close kissing the toy’s other cheek, “It can feel it. How much you want it. Such an eager toy you are. Embrace it. Accept the desire to become a gay toy. Let the confidence flow into you that when we’re done with you toy that you’ll only want males for the rest of your existence,” it says, kissing along the side of the toy’s muzzle, moving in a mirror fashion with K-2373, till they both kiss the tip of K-2003’s muzzle and each other.

It moans softly, closing its eyes, feeling the pleasure of the toy’s twitching aching cocks between its legs, grinding, squeaking against them, leaning into the kisses when they reach the tip of its muzzle. The images it saw in the theater were still fading in and out of its mind, making its body grow more aroused.

K-2373 whispers, “This feels good, doesn’t it toy?”

It moans softly, “Hmm, yes it does. Really good and nice,” it says, the words making its cock twitch, balls churning faster, feeling heavier, its body rewarding it for the acceptance.

“You’re going to be a really good gay toy, aren’t you?”

“Hmm, yes this one will be Maker. It’ll be a good gay toy,” it says, shivering, bucking up against the cocks as they grinded harder between them.

“Toy is a good gay toy.”

“Toy is only a gay toy.”

“Toy only serves males.”

“Toy has no interest in females.”

“Toy is a good toy.”

The collar whispers in its mind, leaning against its fellow toys as they buck and grind against one another, “Feel how good this feels toy. How wonderful it is to have a cock of another toy that knows exactly how to work your recruitment. Complete mastery over the sexual organ. Total knowledge of how to use the tool, and to give pleasure to it and you back to them. It’s perfect to be a gay toy. It’s wonderful, isn’t it?”

“Hmm, it does feel good Maker.”

“Good toy,” the blue feline toy says with emphasis, rubbing its pre-cum across the cock tips, “We are good toys, aren’t we?”

“Hmm, yes, this one thinks so, Maker,” it says, nuzzling against the two toys as they kiss and hold themselves close to it, the frotting growing stronger.

B-1374 mews, “A good gay toy for Maker. Tell us what a good gay toy you want to be. What you are striving for. Accept it as your desire toy. This one can see it even with a blindfold on that you want to be a perfectly gay toy for Maker. You want to please it don’t you?”

It moans arching its back, thrusting up against the toy’s but it's helpless to do much against the two sitting on its legs. The toy’s balls rub against the base of its member, as it continues to twitch and ache hard, rewarding the homosexual action, telling it just how wonderful it feel, “Yes, this one does want to please its Maker.”

“Please this one by letting yourself go. You’re to be a good specialized toy, loving to please the males. You want it as much as you want to please this one, right toy?” it asks with a soft mew, using one hand to help grind the cocks together, while the other rubs the toys back, giving it another passionate kiss.

It moans in response, member twitching, “Hmm, yes, toy will want to work hard to please you Maker. To let itself become the gay toy that it wants to be,” it says, shuddering the toy’s member spurting a little bit of pre-cum, which is then rubbed over the slick shiny cocks.

It mews, looking down, “Look at that? Your cock twitched and ached with delight. It shows just how much of a gay toy you are. Isn’t that right, ?-2003?”

It bucks against the toys, shuddering, “Yes… it does Maker,” it says leaning against the toys, the grinding growing faster, harder, the members squeak loudly as they slide across one another.

“That’s it toy, accept it,” says B-1374 leaning in kiss to gently nibble the toy’s jawline, “You’re so eager to just give in. It’s not been that long and look how eager and gay you are. And we aren’t even done, and you love that idea. To know you are going to be molded into a perfect gay toy.”

K-2373 mews, “Right toy?”

It moans, balls feeling heavy, feeling itself ready to burst, “Yes, it does. It’ll be a good gay toy.”

K-2373 mews, “Come on, admit it. You are a good gay toy. You just have to learn how to fully be one. Remove any of those old straight and lesbian toy habits, leaving the perfected gay toy you are meant to be.”

The toy clenches its fingers into fists within the hoofed hands, “Yes Maker. It is a good gay toy.”

“Say it again.”

“It is a good gay toy.”

“And you want to be what again?”

“The best gay toy it can be for you Maker.”

It mews nuzzling and kissing the toy, “Good toy.”

“Very good toy,” B-1374 chimes in.

It sinks into the bliss of the moment, the loving touch of its fellow toys, tail swishing eagerly behind it making the bed squeak loudly.

“The passionate loving gay delights you’ll experience. Being a pleasant femboy that it knows you’ve always wanted to be… now toy, close your eyes…” K-2373 whispers.

“Yes Maker,” it says, shutting them, the visuals from before even now are still there.

“Picture it. That gay femboy toy you’ll be… that smooth chest.”

“Hmmm,” it says with a moan, the visual being crafted with each word spoken by K-2373.

“That short hot pink hair.”

“Hmmm.”

“That white, silver body, with hot pink highlights, and that eager hot pink cock, twitching, ready to be used while your balls churn away?” it says leaning in closer to the toy’s ear, “Can you see it?”

“Hmm, yes Maker it can.”

“Good toy, now cum to the thought. Cum to the ideal perfect gay toy, you want to be.”

It shudders, its cock shooting out its cyan colored seed, covering the toys in its hot sticky toy essence, the sight of which sends K-2373 over the edge, quickly followed by B-1374. The toy’s colored cums covering them, getting their bodies soaked in the toy essence.

“Good toy,” it says, pulling back, the toy’s hand dripping with its essence and of the other toy. It slowly licks its paw clean looking over ?-2003, and B-1374 that slinks off the bed, standing beside its Maker, their cocks touching with a little kiss.

“Thank you, Maker,” it says, opening its eyes, seeing the delightful view before it, its cock twitching, while noticing its body is covered in toy seed, much like the other toy’s before it.

“Now, do your best to clean yourself before you clean us,” commands K-2373, as it then turns to passionately kiss B-1374, giving its toy some of the seed it licked up, grabbing the toy’s hand, licking the seed right off of it.

“Yes Maker, it’ll do its best,” it says, bending with ease, licking its cyan cock of the toy juices that are mixing around. It’s member twitches eagerly within its maw, the toy going completely hands free, as it slurps and licks its length clean, the cyan forked tongue snacking across its crotch and balls, cleaning them, with slow tender licks, as it keeps an eye on the prize its fellow toys before it.

“That’s enough with yourself you may clean us now toy,” K-2373 says, pressing itself close against its fellow toy so their cocks rub up against the other.

“Do a good job, it's for Maker,” B-1373 teases.

“It always does,” it says, grabbing both cocks with its hoofed hands, doing what it can to keep them still and together, though its attempts cause them to rub up against one another more, but within short order it manages to take both cocks into its maw, tasting a hint of its own essence on each member.

“Good gay toy. You cummed to your own ideal image of yourself, let that sink in as you work,” K-2373 teases.

The toy continues to suckle away, its cock twitching hard between its legs, and with loud squeaks it slowly cleans off the toy’s members, taking in both cocks and the blue feline’s knot with expert ease, deep throating the twitching rubber pillars. The hidden treats within each shaft is sucked away before the toy moves to lap at the toy’s rubber balls, cleaning them of whatever toy juices is left on them.

It licks away, working the toy’s inner thighs and crotches, its tongue expertly snaking away along the sleek black, red, and white thigh of B-1373 and black, white, blue of K-2373. The rubber shines brightly as its tongue polishes everything, leaving the toy’s crotches and bellies clean.

“Alright toy, this one thinks you’ve done enough to get out of the pony gear,” says K-2373, “B-toy, may you do the honors of freeing this one toy so it can be more able to provide us a service?’

B-toy smirks, “With pleasure Maker,” working to get the toy dehoofed, opening it for more teases, and fun between the toys, only a few hours later after much sex and passionate gay talk, is it freed from its griss suit, and taken back toward the molding pods.

K-2003 looks down at its small supple breasts, “It feels weird to see them again.”

K-2373 mews, “It knows, but don’t worry. After this next molding you won’t have to worry about them ever again,” it teases.

The feline’s words make its cock jump in eagerness. It looks to the molding pods, approaching the one on the right, slipping into the back of it as the feline toy gets everything set up.

“Tomorrow is going to be fun toy.”

“Every day has been fun so far, Maker,” it says with a rump wiggle.

It smirks, “Next set is showing you how to be a perfectly submissive gay toy, really hammering it in, and getting your colors started to be shifted over,” it says, the front of the mold coming down onto it, preventing it from responding.

The mold feels almost perfect for it, but there’s a clear heavy pressure on its chest. The toy feels good knowing it's the process will remove those pesky breasts. The mold locks around it, the tube with the dildo attached comes down before it. The black, white and blue blur of K-2373 moves in, locking the plug in its rear, which makes it moan, before doing the same with its mouth, sliding the thick dildo right into the toy’s hungry mouth.

Air is then sucked out of it, leaving the toy deafened and unable to do anything, the hot pink rubber flowing into the toy’s mouth as it feels the same type of rubber rushing into its rear, making it feel warm and good inside. Its cock twitches as it remains nice and still, letting the voice of its Maker speak into the back of its mind.

“Toy is to be a good gay toy.”

“Toy loves cock.”

“Gay toys are the best toys.”

“You want to be the best gay toy.”

“You are not K-2003, but ?-2003, a good gay toy for Maker.”

“?-2003 Maker is K-2373.”

The toy watches the blur of its maker slowly move away out of view, leaving it to relax within the mold. Its mind swimming with lust, desire, and those images it saw, making its arousal grow. Slowly though the toy relaxes further, time starts to lose meaning as it fades in and out of paying attention to the world around it…

Suddenly a black, white and blue blur comes into view, “Is it time to serve Maker already?” it thinks, part of it feeling that it's too soon, and as the blur moves about getting close to the mold, it becomes obvious its of a different toy. Undeterred, the toy continues to relax, starting to shift back in and out of that super relaxed aroused state, not minding the blur that spends a fair amount of time around it before it leaves. Steadily the toy sinks back, fading. Its attention felt like it’s being drawn inward when the world goes black, and when it comes to its standing on a stage, with countless eyes upon it, the crowd of males, femboys and Toys-4-U megastore toys from K-2373’s store are all there watching it, “How did this one get here?”

“This one will tell you,” says D-5373 as it saunters onto stage, the toy’s hips swaying, “This is a bit of training for you while you’re in your mold. To give you proper gay toy mannerisms, and some rather, sassy moves.”

“Is that a good idea? With everything already going on?” it asks, tilting its head.

“It’ll be totally fine; it’s worked it out with Maker and R-9375. Now… are you ready?”

K-2003 looks over at the crowd, then turning back to the toy, smirking, “Of course this one is,” it responds, its cock twitching in delight.

“Wonderful… First, before we really get into it, slow some of your movements, become a bit more… sensual.”

“Slow its movements?” it asks tilting its head, approaching the toy.

“Well, look at what you do? The way you move, at times you move slow, sensual, with a rump sway, such as when you walk, but there are others that could use improvements to entice, using your assets,” it says, walking around K-2003, giving its rump a smack, stepping over the toy’s tail with long teasing motions, popping up on the other side of it.

The sergal toy wiggles its rump, hikes it, “This one never thinks about its motions. It does what it does as it is what it is. But this one is here to learn more,” it says, whipping its head around.

“That’s the spirit, and that there, how you moved your rump, is a key part of it. The way you talk, could use some adjustments. Now this one knows you are currently getting your void molded this very molding session, but the way you use it. Now… that will be different than what you’ve been doing.”

K-2003 grins, turning to toy, the two of equal height, their cock tips gently touching the other, “This one is here to learn and take what it learns to heart. It is a good toy,” it says, its hands sliding along the toy’s hips.

“Good. We’ll do one thing at a time, some of your movements are a little too quickly and sudden. Such as your rump wiggle. Sometimes it's nice, it gets a few things jumping…” it grins, “But when you move, it should be slower, more sensual, like this,” it grabs the toy’s hips, moving them slowly side to side, “You must move those assets that gay users want nice and slow. Like a pendulum, side, to side, slow, steady beats.” The toy guides K-2003’s hips into the sway, “Do you see what this one means?”

The sergal toy moves with the touch, following along nearly perfectly, while its hands move along with the fellow toy’s own hip sways, “This one believes it's getting it. So instead of a rump wiggle, a slower sway is in order.”

“Yes, yes, exactly. It’s like a slow tease, a gentle stroke of eye candy, sensually massaging their mind with your movements. A teasing…” it removes one hand from the toy’s hips, reaching for its cock. Where its hand was, there is now a white rubber handprint that slowly spreads from the point of contact, “Stroke,” it says, running its digits along the twitching, throbbing length, the cyan ‘melting’ away to a hot pink at each point of contact.

It moans gently grinding against the fellow cock, hand, the toy’s movements staying slow, steady, rhythmic beat, “This one knows how to do this, yes. It’s very well trained in such arts of teasing, and it appreciates you helping toy modify its movements to better suit what it’ll be needed for.”

D-5373, reaches up and holds the toy’s shoulders, more points of contact to show the shifting in color, “You’re getting it toy,” it says, moving in a mirror fashion with the toy, guiding the movements as they move around the stage in a slow dance, “With gays, there’s a different focus and interest, that mimics what a straight male enjoys, yet doesn’t. It’ll be sure you’ll get the nuances in time as you focus on just the sexy guys here at the store,” it says with a playful wink.

With each step they move their movements grow, yet they remain close, their cocks gently grind against one another. K-2003’s is now completely hot pink, the balls white rubber orbs, as the color shifts from cyan to hot pink, black to white spreads across the toy’s body, “Of course, this is why it’s here. It wants to lean into this and learn,” it murrs softly.

“Good toy, now remember to keep slow, steady teasing movements with all that you do, convert what you had to what will work best here at this store, and not generally,” it says.

It responds with a nod, “Toy gets it.”

“Good, and for the voice, speak softer, teasingly. Though your voice is becoming male, work to have it sound feminine, submissive.”

K-2003 tilts its head, “But it's a switch as it serves all ends.”

It chuckles, “You will, but wouldn’t be such a lovely power dynamic that the soft submissive sounding toy taking a bigger male, riding their dick, or slipping into them as you make them moan as softly as you speak?” it asks, grinding harder, more of the black and cyan fading.

It moans softly in turn, its voice shifting, the toy working on it, becoming more softly spoken, a gentle tease, where it speaks loud enough to be heard and understood, but without any masculine conviction, “Ahh, yes, this one understands, it's rather delightful to think about it,” it says, cock twitching, grinding harder against its fellow toy.

It smirks, moving the toy, starting to dance around it, placing its leg between its own as music plays in the background, building up a tempo that as it guides and moves the toy into an erotic salsa dance, “Yes, toy. You are getting it. Grow hard at the thought, the actions. All the eyes upon us as we move, dance, sway, grind against one another.”

The toy’s colors fully shifted now, it moves with the music, swaying the hips, spinning with its dance partner, cocks bouncing, grinding, pressing each other’s bodies against the other as they move, having all eyes upon it, the enticing idea of its transition complete, lingering in the back of its mind, feeling so good, “Yes, this one gets it.”

“Good, good. Move with this one. Guide it as it guides you. Let the music take you as you keep fluid motions, that will drive the men wild,” it says, sliding the toy through its legs, spinning it around, then stopping it suddenly, tail bounces, the sergal’s aching twitching hot pink pillar grinding up against its leg as it moves in close, dipping the toy down.

“Hmm, yes, toy understands, it gets it,” it bucks gently against its fellow toy, grinding its length against the leg, moving with a slow sensual movement, one arm slowly flung out as its dipped then pulled back, only to return the favor, taking a slightly ‘dominant’ role which, its fellow toy was happy to feed into, as it added to the homoerotic salsa dance.

The music playing grows louder, the hidden hypnotic beat within it, helping both of them get lost in the moment, the music, the fun of all those eyes upon them real or not, neither cared as they enjoyed the dance. Words no longer needed to be spoken as they went off raw emotion and lust. Reading their partner, getting to understand each as it helped improve K-2003’s ability to sexually read its fellow gay toy, a lesson that can be taken to others in the not-so-distant future.

Exaggerated hip swaying, the two walking in step, away from each other then back, knowing what the other will do just as the other will do it. Their timing becomes perfected as they move. D-5373 impressed with how fast the sergal toy is picking up everything, perhaps it's a bit with how well its a teacher. The hypnotic music, or the fact that it is working with the most experienced toy in all of Toys-4-U, or simply a combination of it all. It didn’t matter at this moment. The eyes were upon them, they are here to provide a show, spinning, twirling, sliding, squeaking, going fast, yet not jerky. Sensual teasing moments, a hypnotic dance to all those who would lay eyes upon them. Their gaze fueling the fire between them.

Faster they move. Faster they dance. Faster they are drawn into one another. Squeak, slide, spin. Twirl. The beat is going strong. Their moment lasts an eternity. Yet also just an instant. Showing off their asses. Their dicks. Their sensual bodies. Every part of them is used. This erotic dance is pumping with energy. Excitement. Pent up sexual arousal. The desire to fuck one another strong. Any who’d watch swore they were doing an extended sexual display. Fucking at a distance. Close up. Pounding each other for a moment or two. Then pulling away. Hard to tell what the dance is. And what is sex. If there was any difference at all. Or if it was simply just how well they moved with one another.

The music rising, building. The pressure in their loins growing, yet they cared not for their release. They are toys. The pleasure is from service. And the service they are providing. Drawn into their dance. Showing off their well sculpted work of their Maker. Nothing mattered right now but each other and the audience. Keeping together they moved. Choreographed movements that would make one think this is months, if not years of training. The raw power and emotion moving with the music.

Then it hits the climax, the end, the final spin, the stretch of their limber rubber bodies. Ending in a pose that just screams that was fucking great, now fuck us! The crowd in the darkness going wild, cheering admiration. Was it real? Was it all in the toy’s minds? It didn’t matter.

D-5373 grins, “That was wonderful, we should do this again.”

K-2003 smirks, “Agreed.”

The vision ends, the sergal toy is jaunted back to the molding pod. Its form squeezed and molded into position, the warm flow of rubber down its throat, up its rear, the steady nothingness all around it except its collar whispering into its mind.

“Toy is a good toy.”

“Good toys are gay.”

“You are a good gay toy.”

“You are a good gay fuck toy.”

“Good gay fuck toys service males.”

“You love males.”

“You love cock.”

“You are a good gay femboy fuck toy.”

“Your Maker is K-2373.”

Once more time has no meaning, the toy’s cock would twitch if it could move within the mold, but it certainly was a constant pull and throb around its sensitive length. The tease of the dildos within its body, and around its length, constantly fed the thought of cocks within its mind.

“Toy loves cocks.”

“Toy has no interest in females.”

“You are a good gay femboy fuck toy.”

The mantras never ending, constantly feeding into the back of the toy’s mind, feeling like a wonderful bliss and delight. Nothing changing for the toy that is via any of its senses. That’s until it sees the black, blue and white blur before it. Its body grows excited, eager.

“This one hopes its Maker this time.”

The flow of rubber then stops, the churning of warm fading away, as it knows that it is really its Maker. The toy’s body grows eager, squeezing and slurping the dildos within it, air rushing back into the mold, relaxing its form before the dildos are twisted out and away, the last drips of hot pink rubber roll across its cyan tongue.

The front of the mold pulls away once everything is removed, tugging on the toy’s smooth chested body, caressing and peeling off the cock and balls making it shudder, “Ohhh,” it says with a soft feminine ‘male’ voice, exactly like what it had in that dance.

K-2373 stands there with a smirk, “Morning toy, how are you feeling?” it asks, running its hand across the toy’s chest.

K-2003 shudders, pressing up against the Maker’s hand, “Lovely Maker. It sounds better, feels better and…” it looks down at its smooth breastless chest, the black rubber and cyan looking a little faded, like they were at the very start of a color shift, “Looks better… almost perfect, it would say,” swaying its rump within the back of the mold slowly, pulling itself out.

The feline toy mews, “You are looking better, and as you convert over to this one’s good gay toy, you’ll get the colors to match.” The toy’s fingers gently caress the sergal’s length, teasing and caressing it, reaching down to play with the black rubber orbs, “You feel great, that’s for sure, and it's such an improvement on the you, you want to be, isn’t it toy?”

It moans softly, grinding against its Maker’s hand, spreading its legs to give better access, “It is Maker, and its working toward being the best gay toy it can be,” it says, its hand gently pointing to itself in a sultry teasing pose, “What’s going to happen today?” it asks with restrained excitement.

K-2373’s fingers gently walk across K-2003’s cock from cock head down to the base, “This one has a lot of plans for you over the next two days, and by the end of it, you’re going to be nearly perfect with only a few more smoothing over of any heterosexuality, so you can be a complete gay toy for this one,” it says, leaning in closer, giving the toy a soft tender rubber kiss.

A shiver runs down the toy’s spine, it leans into the kiss, its tongue slithering out, into the feline’s maw, the two tongues intertwining, but quickly is put into its place by the Maker’s forceful actions.

The cat toy’s knotted length rises quickly, twitching, aching, rubbing against the sergal toy’s length, once it establishes itself over it, it breaks the kiss at its pace, “Eager toy, but for the next two days, you don’t get to dom. You’ll be a hundred percent submissive so that you can get the best understanding of the position. Domination comes later, do you understand?” it asks, rubbing its fingertip along the two cock tips as they kiss.

It softly moans, gently grinding against the cock, its member aching so hard, feeling so good, balls churning with its essence, its pre-cum increasing its Maker’s arousal, “Crystal clear Maker,” it says.

With a teasing feline grin, it pulls ?-2003, “That’s a good toy. You’re coming along nicely, and it appreciates your gusto. That is what this one has always admired about you, and now it gets to mold some little perfections into you,” it softly mews, pulling the toy forward, out of the mold via its twitching length, “Doesn’t it feel good to let someone else take charge for a bit toy?”

K-2003 slides out of the mold, gently grinding itself against the feline’s touch, “It is nice, and lovely to see how you do your process Maker. Though it is different seeing this one is a toy but…”

K-2373 moves in closer, hands sliding along the toy’s hips, cock’s grinding, its hands gently squeezing the sergal’s butt, “But, you are getting the idea of what it is like to be as gay as this one. How wonderful it feels. How good it is. How you are molded for it,” it mews, their smooth chests rubbing against one another with a long drawn-out squeak, pressing their crotches so close together, sandwiching their lengths that their balls touch, “Forget about the before. Don’t think about it. You know you want to. Just relax and focus on what you are now.”

With a soft moan it grinds back, sensually moving its hips against its Maker, the toy nodding, “Yes Maker, this one will focus on the here and now. And move forward from that,” it says with a soft and tender kiss.

It leans into the kiss, tongues playing for a moment before it breaks it, pulling away, guiding the sergal toy forward, “This one will have ideas for you later, but first we need to warm you up, and it knows just the toy to get you prepared for what is to come, and there will be a lot coming your way toy.”

With a slow rump sway side to side, it leans forward a little, “This one is sure of that Maker, lead the way, this one is eager to get started,” it says with an eager cock twitch, leaning into the feline toy’s touch, following the toy out of the molding rooms, onto the store front, which is just about to open, toward the back toy testing rooms.

“Where’s your fellow toy, it almost always sees you with?” K-2003 asks with a head tilt.

“B-toy has a few things to work on for this one for later,” it explains, moving down the toy testing room hallway, one of the doors is open, two toys inside are busily cleaning and prepping the room for use, double checking that everything is ready for the day.

“This one understands, Maker,” it says, reaching the very end of the hallway.

Sliding its hand down through a secret compartment, K-2373 opens up a keypad that then allows the secret elevator doors to be revealed as they open up, “You know, this one thought it was silly to have such a secret agent feel for a secret elevator, but it has grown on this one.”

With a toothy grin it responds, “It is nice, isn’t it?”

“Quiet,” it says with a mew, stepping into the elevator, pulling its toy along with it, heading down to the fourth floor where the labs are. Their sleek rubber toys are milling about at computer consoles, and larger rubber vats, with some of the material. The demonic black and pink toy is there, peering into some rubber. The feline toy with the high heels and its partner toy are typing away at a computer console, and many others, all busy doing their duties but they all take a moment to stop and say.

“Morning Maker!”

K-2373 mews, “Morning cuties. Is K-1653 ready for our arrival?”

K-0375 answers, “It is Maker. That one is down the hall, first door on the right. It is very eager to show your toy in molding what it has to offer, and to provide a second opinion on the toys it has recently tested.”

“That is what this one likes to hear, come toy,” it commands, tugging K-2003 along to their current final destination. Inside a simple room is a X rack bondage table with red velvet cushioning with leather straps hanging over it. All along the walls organized by size, species, and features are hundreds of dildos and strap ons, up along the shelves in a colorful purposeful rainbow display.

Standing beside the rack is a sleek black rubber, purple highlight umbrion fuck toy, with matching cuffs and collar as all the other toys, and cursive fuck toy lettering. The toy’s soft blue eyes look at the approaching toes, growing eager as its null crotch shows off just how ‘pent up’ it could be. Its sideways moon crescent tag jingles with each movement. “Oh… you are here already. This one just got everything ready.”

K-2373 pulls K-2003 forward, pulling it up to the rack, “This one leaves it to you, and you know where to take it once you’re done with this one, correct?” it asks, reaching out to gently rub and fondle the smooth crotch.

K-1653 smiles, swaying its hips with a soft squeak, moaning softly as it grinds against the feline’s hand, “Yes. This one does.”

It mews, “Good, good luck toys, it puts it trust in both of you to do what is right,” K-2373 says, leaving the two.

“This one will Maker!” K-2003 exclaims, about to rump, wiggle but it manages to stop itself, instead slowly swaying its hips in a like fashion, “Where would you like this one?” it asks, turning to its fellow toy.

“On the rack, this one will set you up and we can get started. It only has two and a half hours with you,” it says softly, helping the toy onto the rack.

“Best get our butts moving then,” it says, sliding onto the rack, watching the toy lock its limbs into place, exposing its rear, more so once the leather straps hanging overhead are used to hold the toy’s tail into place.

“Your butt will be… uh working very hard very soon. It has to prepare you for the next toy you’ll be working with,” it says with a hidden smile, reaching for an average sized feline length with barbs designed to massage the prostate, and a nice tube of high grade Toys-4-Ultra Glide Lubricant.

“This one is ready to work its money Maker hard,” it says, shaking its head and rump in unison.

“It’s sure to do that,” it says softly, pouring copious amounts of cool lubricant onto its fingers, and onto the toy’s exposed hole. The cool sensation makes the sergal toy shiver and moan, “Always good to prepare.”

“But this one is self-lubricating.”

“Can’t hurt to have more and be in the habit of proper sex toy care,” it musses, slipping two fingers into the toy’s rear with a slick squeak, lumping the lubricant into it, “How does that feel?”

While milking the fellow toy’s fingers, it moans softly, wiggling in its bondage, wanting to work against the slender sleek fingers pushing into it, its member twitching as it hangs through an opening designed to let it just sit there in the cool air, helpless and needy.

The umbreon toy takes any excess lubricant left on its hands, and rubs it along the dildo, “This one finds this very stimulating in certain ways, let it know what you think. It would say how but it doesn’t want to alter your perception of it,” it says, slipping the feline dildo into the toy’s rear, which takes it with ease. The heavily lubricated toy oozes out excess as the sergal’s butt happily milks it.

Its bondage jingles as it squeezes the toy, feeling it push within its rear, teasing its sensitive rubber innards, running across the toy’s prostate, the sexual rear hot button of its body, and each rub across it makes its member jump for joy. Cyan pre-cum glistens the sergal’s length, slowly filling the room with that arousing aroma that feeds in the moment.

“If it's alright with you, tell this one how this feels,” it says enjoying how the toy squirms with each thrust, pulling the dildo till just the tip is within the toy before sliding it back in.

Its moaning softens as it responds, “It’s a good beginner’s fit. Spreading its rear a bit but not too much to shock a beginner or even a virgin, curious user. Its barbs are better than they look, massaging its prostate adding for a more surprising yet delightful experience.”

It tilts its head, ear twitching, feeling a bit surprised at the shift in the toy’s reactions as it responds while being used, “T-that is what this one thought… good to know. How about we go something a bit bigger. Defined, a canine.”

“A classic,” K-2003 responds, moaning as the toy is pulled out. It watches the umbreon place the used toy into a special spot to be cleaned for later, then grabbing a purple canine toy, “Excellent choice.”

It feels an ache within its aroused smooth crotch, blushing a shade of purple, “You act like its a fine wine.”

“Both are enjoyed and deserve to be sampled, no?” it asks, tilting its head.

It giggles, “Touché’,” it responds, slipping the new dildo up into the toy’s rear, spreading it wider, angling the tip so it runs across the toy’s prostate, “Good thing about working on males, and being one, you know the best spots to give pleasure to those like you.”

“R-right,” it moans, squeezing the toy, feeling that wonderful knot bounce off its rear, always tempting to spread it wider, to just ‘pop’ right into it. And with each bounce its pushed in harder, spreading it wider, and eventually it does pop into it with an audible squeaking pop and squelch. The toy’s cock twitching, aching, begging to be pleased but loving the thrumming pleasure in its rear as it’s used.

Once the toy gave its opinion, which K-1653 jotted down in a nearby waterproof notepad. Over the next several hours the toy’s got bigger, more exotic, one tested after another, till the umbreon toy grabs a big red and black equine cock, with a pair of balls at the base, and thick heavy straps to have one wear, “You’re doing a good job toy, but it has to prepare you for the next toy, and their big, so this one has to go big too,” it says with a blushing grin, working to wrap the straps around its legs and body, the cock being comically big for the toy of its size, but it moves and wields it like a pro.

“Ohh, this one is ready,” it says, wiggling its butt, its faded black rubber rear is shiny from the heavy amounts of lubricant used to keep its well-used hole nice and slick, but despite how many toys have used its rear, it looks as tight as ever.

“It has a feeling you would be,” it responds, taking the last of the lubricant, pouring it all over the dildo, drenching it with the slick clear fluid, slathering the flat head with whatever that is left before pressing it against the toy’s tight pucker.

It grinds back, pressing itself against the toy, a puddle of the toy’s own essence marks where it has been dripping on the floor. It’s mind swimming with Maker’s words and its own hungry delightful arousal.

“Without further ado,” it says, it slams the equine dildo into the sergal toy’s rear, which stretches and squeaks loudly as its open wide by the massive dildo’s girth. Both toys moan in delight, the umbreon getting a taste of dominance, while K-2003 simply enjoys the pleasure of being taken by its hungry rear.

The sergal toy’s cock jumps in delight, dripping more copious amounts of its lustful essence onto the floor, adding to the ever-growing pool below it, making the room filled with more arousing aroma that feeds back into the lustful pounding that it’s now receiving. It squeezes and milks the length, feeling how each thrust moves its rubber innards, crushing its prostate to add to higher levels of pleasure, as its body is designed to take all sizes, showing off just how well it can stretch.

Neither toy reaches any kind of climax, but both are very satisfied by their use. The umbreon toy takes a moment to clean up the mess, though not before giving K-2003’s cock a cleaning suckles and a few laps of the fluids that it left behind. It cleans its fellow toy, “Best not to bring you to A-1377 all messy. That one likes to keep the warehouse very clean and well organized.”

“It would hope so, it prevents workplace accidents,” it says with an affirmative nod, the two toys heading out of the laboratory and onto the store floor, which is busy with customers shopping and perusing the aisles. Its destination though is facing toward the store’s front, on the right, the warehouse. They head back there like any other toy, entering the password to get in, where a half a dozen toys are busily working, ensuring everything is in order, organized. Carts are rolled out for bigger items that are needed to replace things.

Standing in this organized chaos is a tall feminine equine toy, with black body, white belly, and red stripes. Its hair starts black, and fades to red, is main too, with red cuffs with a black band that has red matching lettering in bold print “Fuck Toy”. Its golden tag, a pair of aviator wings, reads “A-1377.” The toy’s green eyes catch the two entering, its red cock twitching, knowing what is to come.

“Is this the illustrious ?-2003 that Maker has been working on? It’s so busy back here that it rarely gets time to go out onto the store as much as it wants to. So nice of Maker to ensure that it gets some time, ensuring it knows its place within Maker’s store,” it says with a playful grin, the toy’s hands when it bunches them into fists, look like pony hooves, creating the illusion of just how bound up this toy is.

The umbreon smiles, “Y-yes. It was fun testing them, and it prepared it for you. Now it must go return to its work,” it says, hiking its tail, squeezing its pucker, knowing what fun it's about to go have.

“Enjoy your work, K-1653, this one knows it will with this one,” it says, stepping up, its hooves clip, clipping on the floor.

“Have fun,” the umbreon toy says, heading off.

“Bye, it was fun working with you,” K-2003 says, clenching its pucker, hiking its tail.

“Likewise,” it says with a bashful smirk, exiting.

The sergal toy turns to the horse, “This one is ready to be of use and to get used however you see fit.”

“First… this one is going to give you a tour of our warehouse. A lot has been changed and moved around at this store compared to Grand-Maker’s store. Different shelving locations, a larger section of dildos, and certain gears. Any toy worth its latex, should know where the products are, in order to best serve the customers.”

“This one couldn’t agree more,” it responds with a slow teasing rump sway, following the equine toy through the stockroom, “This one is always pleased to…” it says trailing off, “Right, this one is not supposed to think on that.”

“Think on what? You should be focusing on what this one has to show you,” A-1377 says, guiding the toy up and down the aisles, “Focus is important, and it wants you to focus. Without a good processing of new inventory, the rest of the store won’t function.”

“Is this also where the food products come in for the cafe?”

It smiles, “Excellent question. There’s a service door on the other side of the store where food products are. They are kept separated from the non-edible lewd products.”

“What about the edible lewd products?”

“We get them. Now, follow this one to this area here. This is our small service elevator, where we move up our excess toy inventory.”

“Oh, this one knows that, takes up about a third of the second floor of the store.”

“Is that so?”

“Yup!”

“Hmm, how about this one tests you then on your knowledge of where’s what back here, and the procedures if you are so well-versed in it.”

“This one is up to the challenge,” it responds. It's a hard twitching cock hanging out in front of it.

The equine toy eyes it, smiling, noticing the sergal toy’s eyes looking over its body, focused on its own form, “Aptly put,” it remarks, giving a series of questions, each of which the femboy sergal toy quickly answers and more importantly, quickly.

A-toy’s eyes light up, “You do know a lot of what is going on back here, but there are a few procedures that seem to be different from what you know, and so it will update you on those before it puts you to work. We’ll be getting a shipment later today and it knows exactly how to put you to good work. Maker has told me much about its plans for you.”

“It’s good to keep open lines of communication so everyone can be on the same page, and things can work smoothly,” it says, with a slow rump sway, hiking it slightly. The toy’s eyes constantly admire all the cute male toys as they work.

A-1377 lets out a single stomp, “Yes, it could not agree more. It likes to ensure things move smoothly here like a cock through a well lubricated hole. And so, this one is going to get you all pony geared up, and after a quick stress test to see how you move, you’ll be helping stock the store shelves by pulling out the cart for other toys. That way you’ll get to show yourself off and get an intimate idea of the layout of the store, while watching how we go about unloading trucks here at this particular store.”

K-2003’s cock jumps at the thought of being put into gear, “That does sound wonderful. It will not brag but inform this one knows its way around pony gear, but it does hope to meet up to your standards. Being a pony toy, you are sure to be the expert on the appropriate attire and use.”

With a soft nicker, it guides the toy to the pony gear section, moving through, finding the sergal species pony gear, “It wouldn’t say you are too wrong, but just because this one is an equine toy, doesn’t mean its an expert on pony gear.”

“Wouldn’t you be?”

“The boots don’t do much for this one,” it says with a playful wink.

With a soft blush that is hidden under the faded black latex it says, “Ohh, yeah, this one can see why.”

“But it does love it all, as much as it loves to see this place work for its Maker,” it says with a soft neigh, grabbing the same pair of pony boots that K-2003 wore the other day, but something else. A large body harness, designed to wrap and tighten around its form, go between its legs, and around its tail, with tons of soft cushion fur lining, belt buckles and straps to tighten everything to perfection, a metal ring to wrap around the base of the toy’s cock, past its balls, but one more tantalizing teasing bit of gear. A medium sized equine dildo that is attached to a stretchable silver ring. What makes this extra tantalizing is the dildo is hollowed out and designed to stretch to allow others to have access to the wearer while they are constantly stuffed.

K-2003’s cock twitches at the gear, “Oh, that is a popular model. Did you know over thirty-three percent of owners of full set pony gear also have that as a backup set?”

“Toy hears its sixty-eight point nine of users near us that do.”

“Awe so close.”

“What is?” it asks, flicking its long rubber haired tail.

“You know, people would love it if the statistic was sixty-nine.”

“Can’t help it, it is what it is,” it replies, placing the boots before it, “Feet in.”

“This one always found that saying to be off… oh well,” it responds, slipping its feet into the thigh high boots. The leather shaft grips around the toy’s legs, its feet popping into place after a long drawn-out squeak. One foot then the other, height returning to its form as A-toy takes the time to wrap the laces around the silver hooks, making sure the very long tongue is lined up, and the tight embrace of the boot’s shaft is around the toy’s legs.

With each tug and pull, K-2003’s cock twitches. It admires the equine toy working it into its gear, the body harness being the next thing to go onto it. The weighty gear is felt across its form as the metal straps and rings jingle. The toy’s length is slid through past the cool metal, balls pushed in one then the other, like preparing to wear a chastity ring, which makes it remark, “Are you going to use the chastity attachment to it? Or the equine dildo cover?”

It shakes its head, “It doesn’t feel like that is needed. You’re not going full pony, just halfway there,” it says, with a playful wink, giving the toy’s cock a gentle rub, enjoying the soft moans that escape its lips, “That’s a good toy, you’re presenting yourself so well.”

“This one does try its best,” it remarks, feeling the tightening straps around its body. The line of leather down its spine, along the base of the tail, where a few circular straps attached to it are then tightened. One is at the base of the tail, where the dildo attachment resides, another at the mid-section and last at the base right before the tail fluff.

“You’re keeping great poise while this is put on,” it remarks, grabbing the equine dildo, starting to push it into the toy’s well used, but still tight and lubricated pucker.

“This one has tried much of its gear before its used. Something it learned long ago. Having a haaaaohhhhhh that feels good,” it moans, its rear spread again, the dildo is pushed in nice and deep. The rear spread open, crushed only a little by the toy’s tight grip, the expandable rubber ring soon pressing up against the toy’s rear. A strap at the base of the ring, moves across the toy’s snatch and attaches to the ring that is around the toy’s cock and balls, making a complete and total fit.

“Guess this one doesn’t have to say how does that feel then,” it knickers, checking all the straps, making sure they are nice and tight, form fitting to the toy’s body.

“You know what you are doing, this one can attest to that.”

“It certainly hopes so. It wouldn’t be it, otherwise,” it says, grabbing the pony hand hooves, slipping the toy’s arms into it. The hands pop into the open cavity, the straps tightened, forcing it into L shape the toy’s arm, one then the other, then attaching the arm hooves to the body harness for a little extra layer of bondage.

“You’re doing wonderfully, this one can’t wait to get to work,” it says, swaying its rump, tail hiking a little, which causes the toy within its rear to move a little.

“It has something extra ready for you for this next part,” it says, grabbing a box that was set off to the side, with the writing, “Don’t touch.”

K-2003 gasps, “But that box says don’t touch!” it says with a soft exclamation.

It knickers, “This one wrote it there so it wouldn’t get moved,” it explains.

“Ohh, at least you know it was touched then,” it says with an affirmative nod.

Continuing to knicker, it opens the box, pulling out a pony head gear, without a bit, but with translucent pink visor that fits snugly over the toy’s eyes, “Here we go,” it says, locking the pony head harness into place.

“What’s this?” it asks with a head tilt, the rainbow-colored feather plum swaying over its head. The sensation of being in a familiar attire as before, makes the toy squeeze the dildo in its rump, occasionally the images of those cute males it was staring at during that time bubble up into its mind, flashing into its thoughts before fading just as quickly away, making its cock jump in delight.

“This will help you keep on track on a few levels. First it will guide you to where our items are in store. It’s activated by this one’s or Maker’s voice. It’ll also give you some positive feedback based on your performance, and keep your mind on course throughout your workday. You’ll see in a bit.”

“Of course, this one didn’t mean to rush,” it says, adjusting its position within the gear, giving the pony a little space as it gives one last check over its gear, “Is everything in place?”

“Looks good here. We’ll get you tested on how well you move, but it thinks you’ll pass with flying rainbow colors.”

“Thank you,” it says, following the equine toy out of the stockroom with clip clop steps. The leather creaking against its squeaky latex, with each full gait step the toy makes.

A-1377 states in a loud commanding voice, “This one will be right back, it wants the stockroom ready for the delivery!” The toys back there acknowledge the statement and they are off, guiding the trussed up K-2003 toward the bondage aisles, where there’s a toy on a treadmill at an end cap.

Bound to it, unable to walk off of it if it could, is a sleek black and red rubber fox toy, with wild hair that is matted down by the head harness. It’s tied up in full pony play bondage gear with glistening heavy pony boots that can be heard with each step. Its arms are tied to its side like K-2003’s, with blinders and posture color to keep it in focus.

A-toy places K-2003 by the back, “Wait here, while this one gets J-1375 off that. They might enjoy the break… maybe not,” it knickers, slowing the treadmill to a stop, unhooking the gear, guiding it back down, “Stay there till needed.”

The heavily pony geared toy with its rubbery red and black tail lets out a single stomp.

“Good toy,” A-toy remarks, grabbing K-2003, pulling it up the back steps onto the treadmill, hooking up the bondage straps to it, locking it firmly in place before starting up the treadmill, going slow at first, but steadily speeding up.

The sergal toy walks with full gait, thigh parallel to the ground with each step, its tail swaying for counterbalance, and keeping poise. With each speeding step it does the motions faster, and faster. Walking the line, looking straight ahead.

A-toy commands, “Visor on, no destination.”

The pink tinted world that K-2003 sees suddenly has a quick flashing word here and there in the corner of its vision, that syncs up with the voice spoken in the back of its mind.

“Toy is a good toy.”

“Good toys get rewarded.”

“Good toys get fucked.”

“You want to get fucked.”

“Good toys get fucked with cock.”

“Work hard to get rewarded.”

“Obey to get rewarded.”

“Love cock.”

“Good toy.”

The words, lingering in its vision and mind, don’t hinder its ability to walk.

The equine toy takes the time to watch how the sergal moves, admiring its perfectly done gait and ability to keep balance, while everything is going on. It keeps it at a high setting for a moment, then slowly works it back down, letting it move on the treadmill for a good hour before slowing it to a stop, “Well done toys, both of you,” it says, going back up, unhooking K-2003, only to have the wolf pony toy switch places with it, so it can resume its pony play display.

“Come, the truck should have arrived already, and we have work to do,” it says, guiding it back to the stockroom.

“Of course, this one is ready to please,” it says with an affirmative stomp. The words flashing over its visor.

“Good toy.”

“Obey.”

“Get rewarded.”

“You want to get fucked.”

“Good toys get rewarded by a hard fucking.”

“It will be rewarded for obedience.”

It hums to itself, enjoying its work, rump squeezing the toy within its rear, following A-1377 into the back where the organized chaos is under way. Rollers ring out as boxes and totes run down them. The toys are all doing their part like a well-oiled machine, squeaking, moving, everyone knowing what to do.

The equine toy smirks, “Good to see everyone is working well,” it remarks, moving K-2003 over to a large cart full of items already ready to be taken to the store floor. It takes a moment to look over the items, making sure they all fit together, “Ah, rubber latex suits. A new shipment has arrived, and ones we’ve been out of stock for over a week. This one knows a few customers will be happy to know we have them.”

“They could always order custom fits.”

“Yes, but some want to try out a less perfect fit to see if it's for them.”

K-2003 nods, “This is very true.”

“Now, you’re going to help take these items out to the suiting aisle,” it says, taking a moment to grab some straps to hook the toy up to the cart like it's a pony cart to be pulled about.

The visor suddenly has a highlighted light, which draws the toy’s attention to it and as it's turned the light moves, and it quickly becomes clear that it's indicating where the toy is to go, and with it feels a low vibration coming from its rear, “Ohh…”

“That sounds like it's working. It’s all been designed to work together, part of even with your collar, this one is sure you don’t mind, do you toy?” it asks, double checking the gear, making sure its in place.

It stomps twice, shaking its head, “No, this one doesn’t.”

With knicker it says, “Giddy up toy. You should know where to go,” it says, opening the door for it.

“This one aims to please,” it responds, feeling the bondage grow taut, its steps slow at first, but steadily building momentum as it tugs the latex suits onto the store floor. With each step towards its destination the vibration in its rear grows stronger. Its cock jumps in delight, walking the full gait towards its destination.

There they find an anthropomorphic purple and midnight blue, with a pink trim martin toy, which is a ferret weasel hybrid. It’s cuffs are purple and midnight blue with pink fuck toy lettering. It has a nice set of pink handles on its shoulders and hips. The toy’s feminine frame is alluring and draws K-2003’s attention to it, the vibrating ring now audible to those close by.

The toy with the designation S-1883 gives a cordial bow. Its black eyes with sky blue glowing pupils admire the two toys that approach, “How may this one be of service?” it asks, noticing the cart being pulled by its fellow toy, “Oh, shipment is here then.”

“It is. It’s here to help stock and get this cart cleared up for more,” says A-1377.

“It appreciates the help,” it remarks, the two toys getting to work.

K-2003 stands there, getting constantly teased in its rear, feeling the soft vibrations, toying with its behind, its rump squeezing it, but it remains still, composed, calm. The toy’s experience shows through as the other two work diligently not wasting any time getting the new items up, and ready to be sold. Other customers pass and enjoy the view, some taking a few pictures, and yet it remains in its position, waiting patiently for it to be used again.

“Good toy.”

“Obey.”

“Service.”

“Get rewarded.”

“Rewarded toys get fucked.”

“Getting fucked is a reward.”

“Good toys want to be rewarded.”

“Good toys love dick.”

“You are a good toy.”

Once everything is unloaded from the cart, A-toy says, “Back to the stockroom,” and in that moment the vibrations within K-2003’s rear drop down to the very minimal, and its with each step back to whence it came, resuming the rewarding tease that is only visible on the toy’s twitching, throbbing length, and the steadily growing audible buzz that a few passerbyers catch and take a double take.

The truck is still rushing down boxes of items, and the empty cart is a much-appreciated reprieve from the stocking boxes. A-toy hitches to a different cart, this one even more stacked than the last, “Let’s see, which one does this go too… ah, BDSM gear, you know where that is, don’t you toy?”

The visor lights up, and the vibration resets, “Yes it does,” it states with a solid firm stomp. Off they go again, back onto the store floor, with a bit more difficulty due to the wait of the boxes, but the toy’s strength kicks in, easily overcoming any obstacle. They head to the far end of the store, the bondage and pet play aisles are massive with all sorts of gear being examined, looked at, models and toys presenting for the customer.

One toy though is eager to see them bring in their things to put away. A sleek anthropomorphic deer toy. Their white belly is well polished with light purple back, and stripes along their thighs. Their tail has a soft baby blue splash of color that has a white star in it. It clip clops on its hooves, its soft light blue eyes admire the toy’s approach, enjoying that the sergal toy is certainly admiring it in kind. Its collar, a unique blue on one side, purple on the other, has a moon and star tag that reads H-1139, “Oh, is the gear here?” it asks with a soft effeminate bleat, its tail wiggling, it tilts its head to the side showing off its effeminate nubs of its ‘former’ antlers.

“Yup, a lot of gear came in, good thing we had this toy here to help this one pull it along,” A-1377 explains with a sly smirk.

The toy smiles in kind, “Oh, you know that isn’t needed, but very nice gear it has, almost jealous… almost,” it responds with a playful wink, getting to work unboxing and putting the gear up where they belong. Both toys work with such expertise, it was like they were made to put these items away. Occasionally a customer will come and ask some questions and H-toy is more than happy to stop what it's doing and provide a service to the wayward and curious customers.

The process of being teased and vibrated while pulling the carts from one destination to the next, keeping K-2003 on a sexual teasing high, working hard toward that ever-elusive reward, continues through the hours. Occasionally there’s an image that flashes when the word ‘reward’ pops up, and it’s always of a gay submissive lewd position of two males, one taking the other, with focus on the male being taken. It’s cock twitches with each joyful flash.

The doldrum constant work helps it focus on the tasks, and it teases with equal delight and eagerness, knowing deep down that it's completing its tasks, working towards that sweet reward that leaves the toy with that lingering growing desire. Occasionally the flash shows A-1377, letting it know just exactly who is going to give it its reward at the end of the day.

And it takes till the store is near closing for all the stocking from the truck to be completed. K-2003 stands in an idle position, swaying its rump slow and steady, cock aching, dribbling a little bit of its arousing pre-cum as its unhitched from the last cart.

A-1377 neighs, “That was a big truck and a lot of work, but we got it all done. Great work everyone!” it compliments, a few toys that are working a night shift to keep the stockroom organized, and cleaned are slipping in to their duties, as even as the store closes there’s work to be done, toys constantly shifting from work, to pleasure, to charging, “Now that this one is done with its duties…” it says, the toy’s demeanor shifting, the red flaccid equine cock, quickly hardening before the toy.

K-2003’s eyes are drawn to the length, its own feeling strained, and delighted at the sight, it lets out a stomp of eagerness, “This one hopes it has done well. But only you would know since you stayed with this the entire time,” it says, clenching the toy in its rear, which is still vibrating vigorously, the last command given to the visor was to be in the stockroom.

“You’ve done wonderfully. It was told you were an experienced toy, and to see you at work was just a joy that is brought to this one. But now that work is done, we can play,” it says, gently running a hoofed finger across the toy’s twitching length, “You’ve earned it toy. For being such a good toy, you should get the reward you so desperately want.”

“Good service is a reward in of itself, but this one will be pleased to provide you with some extra enjoyment,” it says with a slow rump sway, and a playful wink.

“Now toy, this one knows you want more than that, but your pose and control over yourself, it’s just perfect. It can appreciate good work, and now,” it says, gently caressing the toy’s cock, sliding its hand down the length, down to the toy’s aching full orbs, “It will enjoy you.”

“It appreciates the use,” it responds, grinding against the toy’s touch, that arousing pre-cum getting on the other toy’s hand, seeping into its rubber, bolstering the equine toy’s sex drive.

A-toy runs its hands along the sides of the sleek rubber sergal toy, tugging on the body harness, making the toy’s member grump as its cock heads playfully ‘kiss’ one another, “Good toy, you want your reward, aching for it.”

“Good toys love their rewards.”

“You want to get fucked.”

“Ache to get fucked.”

An image of the toy before it, pounding another toy, though it's hard to tell what kind of toy it's taking, forcing the sergal toy to fill in the blank with itself. Its rear squeezing the dildo in its rear.

“Toy loves to be taken by cock.”

“Good toys are taken by cock.”

“You love cock.”

“You are ?-2003.”

It takes slow deep breaths, looking at the words in the view screen. It hikes its tail as A-toy walks around it, “There is no rules against toys fucking in the stockroom, but it’s so busy back here usually that it’s not the time nor the place for it, but…” it says, reaching around, pressing the tip of its length against the toy’s forced open hole. Its hands caressing the toy’s bondage gear, one hand near its chest the other near its belly, “If we clean up after ourselves, there won’t be a problem if we do it right here, right now.”

It lets out a soft girly moan, pressing its rear against the twitching cock behind it, “This one doesn’t see why. Any room has to be cleaned anyway. It doesn’t matter too much where you want to take this one and reward it,” it says, pressing its back up against the smooth strong equine. The touch makes it tingle in delight, cock ache harder, member twitching.

“Good toy. Now beg for this one to take you. Tell it how much you want it to have you. Just this once, don’t hold back.”

The toy’s member twitches at the thought, images flash past its eyes, the words repeating, “Good toys want cock. Good toys want cock. You are a good toy.” It couldn’t help itself but repeat the words before it.

“Please, take this one. It wants cock,” it moans, “It wants to be taken. It has been a good toy. It wants to be rewarded for its good work. Good toys get rewarded. Good toys get cock. Show this one is a good toy by giving it cock,” it says, rump clenching on the equine toy’s cock tip, pulling it into its body but just the tip.

A-1377 thrusts into the toy, grunting, the member spreading around the ring, which expands to fit its girth. Slowly it sinks into the toy’s hungry wanting rear, spreading the dildo within it, further pleasuring it with an impossibly tight teasing fit. With each new thrust it is driven in deeper, pre-cum helping lubricate the hole, “That’s its toy. You got it. You are a good toy, and good toys get fucked.”

It arches its back, “Yes. Good toys get fucked. Good toys get fucked. This one is a good toy,” it moans, milking the cock as it moves in deeper. Shuddering when the equine toy reaches down to grasp its twitching faded cyan length, “This one is pleased to be a good toy for you.”

It neighs, thrusting in again, balls smacking the toy’s butt, “It appreciates such a good toy as yourself. It wanted to take you over and over for being such a good toy. But we had work to do. A job to be done. But now that’s over. It can now reward you like you deserve,” it says, slowly pulling out.

K-2003 pulls against it, squeezing the length, enjoying every inch of it as it runs across its prostate and so much more. Its entire rear is a burning heat of sensitive rubber that wants to be teased and played with. The warmth building within it, the pressure, a gorgeous feeling of unbridled lust and sexual pleasure. It keeps focus, calm, even with each moan, and hungering sexual delight, it provides its service to the larger toy. It gives back as much as it’s taken with each squeaky thrust, moan, and gasp.

A-toy runs its head against the side of K-2003’s head, avoiding the tickling feather head crest. Its thrusts are growing stronger, firmer, showing off the prowess of this study, that is more than just a show pony, but a real workhorse.

The sergal toy’s cock bounces and shifts with each thrust, the vibration from its toy in its rear, adding to each other’s delight. Every tight squeeze doubles, if not triples the pleasure the other is feeling. They could make this fast, and quick, but after such a long burn working with each other, why rush it? They’ve waited this long; they can now enjoy the bond and delight of a good hard fuck.

The other toys work around them, admiring the display, while keeping to their tasks, knowing that would displease A-1377 and perhaps break the wonderful display they are being treated to. They continue to work so they may continue to play.

They moan, K-2003 lifting one foot up in hungering pleasure delight, its hands clenching in its hoof, the gear straining against its body. It stomps down as it thrusts back hard against the equine toy. The two work in tandem to push each other to their limits. The visor still feeds words, desires, lusts, commands into the sergal toy, one that even A-toy can see, which drives it even more wild.

The stallion knows what to do, speeding up the rhythm like it did with the treadmill. Harder, quick, stronger. The squeaks became constant. Faster. Thrusting deeper. Cocks bouncing, balls smacking. A-toy’s grip around K-2003’s cock grows stronger. Stroking. Guiding. Pleasure rising. The tidal wave of pleasure held back by a cracking dam. All it needed was a feather’s touch more. The straw to break the camel’s back. Yet neither wanted to be the one that sends them over the edge. They just continue to pile up the pleasure, the heat of the moment. Adding more to something that each addition should have sent them off already.

Constantly they draw each other deeper. The experienced toy, and the powerful stud. Two powerful toys in their own right, working harder. They lose each other at the moment. Holding close, almost bound together in this moment. Then, something happens.

A feline’s voice, domineering, strong, yet so feminine in its own right, the voice of the Maker, K-2373, who has been standing in the doorway of the stockroom for an untold amount of time says the word. The one word that is the gentle breeze to cause the tornado. The push that makes their walls crumble. The signal that expresses just how much control their Maker has over them. Just how much K-2003 is letting K-2373 take command over it.

“Cum toys.”

A loud neigh.

A loud feminine moan.

Gushing red latex seed deep into the toy’s rear, spreading the dildo wider, like a condom filling up the toy with the sergal, making it feel more filled by an even larger length, while its cyan translucent seed gushes out, aimed over one spot on the floor, avoiding the pony gear. A-toy making sure that what has to be cleaned is as minimal as possible.

The burst of pleasure through K-2003 is wonderful, flashing the words, “Good gay toy.” and images of gay sex in this moment, reinforcing the delight and pleasure of the moment. It’s rear milks the equine toy of all its worth.

K-2373 watches them enjoy their moment in their afterglow, giving them a couple of good moments of several delightful thrusts from A-toy into the sergal’s rear, which moans out in eagerness. They pant heavily, despite not really needing to, their design giving the feel of complete and utter sexual satisfaction.

“You’re wonderful,” A-1377 whispers into the toy’s ears, that twitch.

“You’re great too,” K-2003 responds, squeezing the toy’s length, clenching down when it was time to get that one final pull out, showing just how powerful its rear is that it can fight against the dildos desire to remain empty and close off the end, so not a drop of seed is split onto the floor. To help it leans forward, letting itself fall over and clip clop onto the ground like a true pony, chest hanging a mere inch off the ground and the seed it spilt. Some of which it manages to lick up, making a few other toy’s take notice.

K-2373 mews, “Now, you are just showing off.”

“This one likes to do a good job, and to keep the stockroom clean,” it says with a playful wink and a slow rump wiggle.

A-1377 shudders, stroking its length, noticing that not even a drop comes from its length, and that its member is nearly devoid of any of its spunk, “Now, that is a tight squeaky clean squeeze,” it neighs, “That’s one experienced ass you have there, ?-2003,” it says, giving the butt a playful smack and squeeze.

“Thank you,” it moans, slowly swaying its hips, “It aims to please.”

“You’ve done well, now, let it get you out of that gear, don’t want to get a bunch of seed on it, after it tried to make sure that didn’t happen.”

“Oh… sorry!” it exclaims, ears folding back, looking up at it.

It knickers, “Totally fine,” it says, taking the moment to carefully undo the body harness first, pulling the dildo out of the toy, which in the end overflows now that the pressure that kept the toy expanded within its body is released, “Dang nabbit,” it neighs.

K-2373 chuckles and mews, “Fear not, this one knows ?-2003 will be more than happy to clean up the mess before it takes it to its next area back over to the cafe.”

“The cafe?” K-2003 asks, tilting its head.

“Closing night duties. It wants you to be there for that.”

“Yes Maker, this one will have to get very cleaned up before heading over there.”

“It knows you will be, A-1377 will see to it, won’t you?” it asks, looking at the equine toy.

“With pleasure Maker,” it says with a hoof stomp, working to get the toy out of all the gear, freeing it from its confines, before taking the time to clean up everything, washing the floor, absorbing all the toy seed that dripped onto the floor, ensuring the floor wasn’t slippery so no toy would slip, followed by a good scrubbing and cleaning of K-2003’s body, leaving it shiny and squeaky clean once more.

“How’s this Maker?” A-toy asks, as K-2373 who simply monitored the happenings, joined by B-toy as they discuss various ideas going through their minds, but knowing there is still much to do before this day is done.

“Perfect. It appreciates the work you’ve done, and how well you keep this stockroom working. The store couldn’t be as wonderful as it is, without your contributions.”

A-toy blushes, letting out a bashful hoof stomp, “Awe, Maker, thank you, so much for your kind words.”

“They are well deserved. Come ?-2003, you are far from done.”

“Yes Maker,” K-2003 responds with a slow rump sway, hiking its tail a little, walking over to the feline toy.

“The store just closed no more than ten minutes ago, so you won’t have missed much of the closing duties,” K-2373 explains.

“Yes Maker, it understands. It’ll do its best and learn how it's done. Keeping safety food and allergy regulations is very important.”

“Good toy, this one knew you’d understand. And it is loving how you are looking and sounding, keep up the good work.”

“Awe, Maker, thank you for the kind words,” it says, with a sense of blush within its cheeks, heading across the store to the cafe, where toys are busily mopping and cleaning the floor, chairs, and disinfecting things.

There, V-1371 lets out a soft murr, seeing its Maker and fellow toy approach, “Hello, this one hopes everything is going well?”

“Everything is functioning fine. This one wants you to show this toy how to close up shop, so when it is back here helping the cafe, it knows what to do.”

V-toy stiffens up, cock twitching, “With pleasure Maker! It aims to fulfill its duties.”

“It knows you will, but where is M-7373?” it asks with a soft mew, looking around.

“That one is busy checking inventory and stock in the back once it's done checking out the draws, counting the money.”

“Good, to always keep a good record of it Maker,” says K-2003.

“Of course. Let this one know that it's free to do what it needs with this toy once they’re able to.”

V-toy nods, “Yes Maker, it will let it know,” it responds, taking K-2003 by the hand, “Come toy, this one has a lot to show you.”

“With pleasure,” K-2003 says, turning back to its Maker, “Thank you for your hard work, it is really learning a lot.”

“We aren’t done yet, tomorrow will be mind blowing fun for you toy,” it says with a playful wink, heading off with B-toy, “We’ll be back once it's time for you to get your molding.”

“Alright, Maker,” it says, slowly turning around, swaying its hips as it turns to face, V-toy, “It’s ready.”

“Good, good,” it says, the toy’s tail running across the sergal’s twitching length, the cool temperature teasing it, but for the time, they go over everything. Cleaning procedures, disinfecting. Checking the expiration on the food items, checking the amount of stock left from its ‘daily bakes’ so that a more balanced and correct total of what is needed on a day-by-day basis can be established. Can you do that as this one checks something in the back right quick?”

“Of course, this one can!” says K-2003 with a teasing rump sway, “It won’t take it long.”

“Perfect, this one will be right back,” says V-1371, heading off when the sleek black and blue feline toy R-1355 stalks over to the sergal toy, its eyes glowing, cock twitching.

The sergal toy holds out a little clipboard, marking down the current stock of food, “Hmm, seems bear claws are very popular…” it remarks.

“They are, this one served many of those, and long johns to the customers,” R-toy purrs, moving up behind the toy, running a hand along its back, “It hopes you don’t mind if it double checks your numbers,” it purrs, its blue length gently pressing against the toy’s back door.

K-2003 shudders, gently milking the cock tip, “Oh… this one would not mind help crunching numbers, though it will have to warn that since we are near the food products, we should be careful with contamination,” it says with a soft moan, feeling the toy pushing in deeper.

“This one knows, it’s very good at getting close and keeping it clean,” it purrs, giving a playful thrust up into the toy, sliding the door closed to the food so the sergal’s twitching length runs up against the glass door with a long squeak, “You are a very tight toy,” it grunts, hands caressing the toy’s belly, “It always wondered what you’d feel like.

With a soft murr it milks the feline’s pillar, the soft feline spines are ribbed for everyone’s pleasure, enjoying the warmth and pleasure of it gently grinding against its prostate, its cock pressed up against the glass that would be a devilish tease to anyone… such as A-toy, which silently cleans the tables and enjoys the show from its position.

The other two toys don’t mind, as it's taken faster, harder, a nice quick romp into it as the sergal moans, “We should be counting…” it says, toes curling as the feline’s dick pushes in nice and deep.

R-toy grins, “Sure, we can count,” it mews, “One, two…three… four,” it says, counting each thrust into the toy’s tight rear, “How many fucks will it take to get to the center of this sergal toy’s climax?” it chuckles.

“As many as it requires,” it says with a moan, pre-cum smearing across the glass, “But it shouldn’t make a mess with itself… but if you want to with it…” K-2003 replies, grinding itself against the toy, milking its length, drawing it in deeper into its body, listening to the toy count.

“Sixty-six, sixty-seven, sixty-eight,” the pounding getting faster, quicker, not wanting to take too long knowing the other toys could catch wind of their little romp. Knowing they should be getting to work instead of mating, a little thrill rushing through them, “Two hundred and twenty-three…” the toy counts out, when it finally hits the wall, unleashing its load, “Two hundred, ninety-sex!” it exclaims, filling the toy with its warm essence.

The sergal’s cock twitches, pleasure building up within it, brought to the bring, but it merely edges as it grinds itself against the glass, trying not to go too hard to damage anything, taking in all the wonderful toy essence into it, enjoying the feel, “You mean two hundred, ninety-six, not sex,” it says with a giggle.

“It knows what it said,” R-toy replies, licking the toy’s ear, purring softly, “And the numbers for the pastries are…” The toy gives the numbers of items that were sold.

“H-how did you count them?” It asks, tilting its head, feeling the toy slowly pull out of it, the toy’s rear tightly clenching.

“As it said… it was counting the whole time,” it gives a playful wink, helping clean the pre-cum smudge on the glass.

“Oh…” it blushes a bit.

“Thanks for the quickie,” it says, smooching the toy’s cheek.

“Welcome,” it purrs, double checking the fellow toy’s work as V-toy returns a few moments later.

“Alright, everything is ready, are you good here?”

“Yup, this one is.”

“Alright, then from here we go into the kitchen which is hidden away in a back room, and they go over what needs to be cleaned, although all of it is already cleaned and disinfected for the day, as no baking occurs the last few hours the store is open.

“Now, you do have air vents for good circulation and to give the freshly baked goods smell around the bakery, yes?”

V-toy takes a moment to think about that, “Ah… this one thinks so, yes?”

“Good, good, it thinks it had that, but was just… hmm never mind, it's focusing on the now and not the before,” it says with a nod.

“Good toy, focus on your duties… but it will say all that really needs to be done is done by now, that we can do.”

“It is?” it asks, hiking its butt, looking over its shoulder at it.

V-toy moans softly, admiring that ass, its cock twitching in need, “Y-yes. So, till M-toy is ready to see you, it thinks we have some time to just enjoy each other.”

“Enjoy each other? Where?”

“Here.”

“Here where the food stuffs are?”

“If we remain close and don’t make a mess,” it says with a tease, reaching up, pulling K-2003 close against it, letting the toy feel its chilled body, “Nothing too explicit, perhaps a nice snuggle, and hug,” it says, running its hands across the toy’s chest, “It’s good to embrace each other at times. To relax and enjoy each other’s touch,” it says, licking across the toy's ear.

It moans softly, pressing up against it, its length twitching, “But what about its length? It doesn’t want to make a mess and drip all over here, and it knows it's been very… active as of late,” it cautions.

“Relax, this one has an idea to keep the place clean,” it says, its tail whips around, latching onto the sergal toy’s cock tip. It gingerly suckles the length, pulling it all the way in, “There we go, no more dripping problem,” it says with a grin, pulling the sergal toy down into its lap, as they sit on the food, feeling the cool tiles against their bodies, which only grow colder by V-toy’s presence.

“O-oh, this one can see that now,” it grins, feeling the toy’s cock grind up against it, “Do you want this one to plug you up too?”

“Perhaps… just to be safe,” it says, adjusting, slipping itself into the toy’s rear, slowly sliding in, filling the sergal with the cool teasing sensation of its length. It grins watching its fellow toy moan in delight, embracing it in one hug, when its wings pull around to double it.

“Very good idea,” K-2003 moans, milking the length a bit, enjoying the feel of something back within its rear, its twitching member tenderly suckled as it leans up against the toy, “This is nice… but the toy is worried about any food safety hazards.”

“We are away from the food, relax toy. Enjoy its touch, its embrace, the time we spend together,” it replies, nuzzling and kissing the toy’s cheek, “Now isn’t this nice?”

It presses its rear against its fellow toy, milking the member, “Oh, it is lovely, it has concerns, but it is here to learn, so it will trust you,” it says pressing itself nice and tight against the draco-wolf toy. Soft moans escape them, as they simply enjoy the moment, the feel of each other’s smooth rubber forms. The sensual teasing and latex, as they return the favor, given to the other through tender milking and squeezing.

V-toy’s wings, running around the toy, holding it like a blanket, while the toy’s hands caress its nipples, massage the chest and add hold them very close together while the sergal toy, gently caresses its muzzle in kind, leaning in to give soft tender kisses, “Hmm, this is wonderful.”

“Yes, it is indeed wonderful. It gives me good reason to enjoy punishing both of you,” M-7373 says, standing in the door frame, the leopard toy looks over the display, its cock twitching and throbbing in delight.

“M-7373!” exclaims V-toy, moaning as K-2003 squeezes its length, “This one was just taking some time to wait for you. It was told that when you are free that this toy here is open to however you need it.”

It smirks, “It knows that already. It was wondering where ?-2003 went off to, and here it finds you two together in the kitchen, having sensual teasing cuddle-sex.”

K-2003 tilts its head, “We weren’t having any cuddle sex, just cuddles. And it did inquire about the food but was told it would be fine if we did it on this spot.”

M-toy tilts its head, walking up closer with a sensual hip sway with each step, “You were now, were you?”

“Yup.”

“Hmm,” it says with a grin, looking over at V-toy, “How very interesting. This one might have to do something about that and its training then…”

V-toy slowly pulls its tail off from K-2003’s length, “This one was being really careful.”

“Oh, it is sure, but it's best to follow the rules and to be careful,” he states, standing over the towers, “Stand,” it commands.

The two toys doing so, V-toy pulling out of K-2003 in the process, wings folding back, “It didn’t mean to cause any harm.”

“This one is sure.”

K-2003 steps up, “it apologies, it should have been more forceful and careful, but its been told to remain submissive today, so it has not been forceful.”

“This one knows, which is why it will be on V-toy more than you, but you don’t get off on this either.”

“It wouldn’t want to,” it responds with a nod, its ears folded back.

“Glad to hear you’re taking responsibility. V-1371, give this entire kitchen a deep clean.”

“A deep clean? But that’s a once-a-month job and we’ve been only open for less than a week.”

“You heard it. You sullied; you clean.”

“As you wish,” it says, with a bow.

K-2003 speaks up, “Shall this one help?”

“No, it has other ideas for you,” it states, grabbing the toy’s length, pulling it along, out of the room.

“As you wish, good luck V-1371, sorry about this!”

V-toy waves, “It's fine, this is on this one,” it replies, watching the two leave, thinking, “This was your idea… sneaky M-7373.”

M-7373 gently runs its hands along the toy’s butt, “You have a well molded butt, how very delightful,” it says with a playful growl, moving in close to gently bite K-2003’s ear, while still guiding it into the small ‘office’ in the directional ‘back’ of the cafe, where it did all the cashier work and place to keep track of inventory logs and part of the ‘business’ side of the actual cafe.

“It is really sorry it caused an issue,” it says with a soft moan, hearing its ear squeak like a cat chewing on a chew toy.

M-toy nibbles on the ear a moment longer, “You’ll make up for it, don’t you worry, and if you do a good job, all will be forgiven. And Maker won’t have to know you made a simple mistake.”

K-2003 moans, a cold shiver running down its spine, cock twitching, “It will do good. This one is a good toy and would not want to let Maker down in anyway.”

The leopard toy gently runs its hands along the smooth supple rump, gently caressing the small of the toy’s back, “It knows you will. It has confidence in your skill. It has heard much about how well you’ve been performing thus far. It wouldn’t be so crude to let a little mistake ruin it all, but it's not going to make you compensate this one for the extra work it has to do,” it says with a coy smile.

The sergal toy leans back against the touch, hiking its tail slowly, like a cat who was just pet at the base of its tail, “This one will do everything it can for you, M-7373.”

“Please, call this one Master for the moment. It thinks it deserves that title. After all, it runs the cafe and you are one of its cafe toy associates, working underneath it, wouldn’t you say?”

It lets out a soft moan, cock twitching, “Yes Master, this one understands,” it says, a tingle of delight shooting through it.

“That felt good, didn’t it?”

“Yes Master, it did,” it responds, the same sensation coming over it.

“That’s a good toy. But before it has you kneel before it. You must earn that privilege, understand?”

It shudders, nodding, “Of course, Master. This one will do everything it can for you.”

“That’s a good toy,” it says, running a finger across the toy’s chin, “Organize the papers in this room, then it’ll want you to clean the floors, the desks, make sure the keyboard is clean, use the can of air in the connecting utility closet. Were you able to catch all of that ?-2003?” it asks, crossing its arms over its chest, resting its head in the palm of one of its hands.

It nods, giving a cordial bow, “With pleasure Master. The utility closet was the other door in this hallway, wasn’t it?”

“Yup, that’s the one.”

“Okay, but first it will organize the papers that’s here so all the spaces will be clean for when it… uh cleans,” it says with a bashful squeak, swaying its hips side to side.

M-toy chuckles, “Good, very good,” it says, the toy watching it like a hawk, or more aptly, a feline stalking its prey. It admires the smooth movements, the twitching length that is just barely stopping itself from dripping. The little bit of beading pre-cum on the tip is a delightful tease especially when the light just catches it.

The feline grows hungrier, the sergal toy’s arousing aroma from its pre-cum filling the small office space, bolstering its arousal, but yet it keeps its composure, sticking to the plan that it has in mind, motivated but its own domineering, controlling desires. Qualities that help make it the perfect toy to run the cafe, to ensure as a manager it knows what to do. It recalls what it took to get it, and the forcefulness it had, now it gets to have that forcefulness with the very toy before it. Its length twitches in anticipation, ready to take it, but not yet, not till it’s ready and K-2003 has earned its right to please it, not before.

“You’re good at doing what you’re told,” M-toy remarks, watching the toy’s cute rump sway.

It nods, “Of course, this one was told to. Today is a submissive day, so its focusing on that.”

“Yes, but this one needs more than that.”

“More?” it asks, tilting its head.

“It’s no fun if you just give in, do what this one says, and earn a good dicking from this one.”

“Oh?” it asks with a slight grin, “Are you giving this one permission to be a bit more… confrontational?”

It quirks an eyebrow, “Confrontational? Why say that compared to let's say… nervous or pretending to be inexperienced, or unwilling to do as you’re told?”

The toy stops what it's doing, sauntering back over to the feline toy, its hand gently running down its chest, “Though this one is not thinking about other things except this store… did you really think it would not do a bit of research on the top toys here? To know what Maker has been up to? This one is a very good toy and knows these things,” it says with a playful wink, its finger gently running across its fellow toy’s nipples.

It huffs, “Have you? Well,” it says rolling its eyes a bit looking over the room, “It would be best if it didn’t mess with Maker’s plans, perhaps once you’re meant to be more dominant, it can see how well you hold up,” he says with a cocky smirk, “Then it will show you who is top cat around here.”

“Toy already knows who that is,” it remarks, pulling away, its fingers gently tracing down the belly, giving the red feline cock tip a gently quick touch.

“And who is that?”

“Maker of course,” it responds, swaying its hips, turning back, “And you’re right, best not to mess with Maker’s plans, we’ll have to put a pin on that cap… not sure why you’d want to pin a cap, but you know what this one means.”

M-7373 huffs, approaching the sergal toy, hands running along the toy’s angular muzzle, “Yes, we shall, and it appreciates your quick willingness to… switch it up as needed, knowing you can just entices it more,” it purrs, its cock twitching.

“Well, this one does aim to please,” it says, running its hands across itself, fingers gently touching its twitching member, while it eyes the lovely form of the femboy leopard before it, “Please, let it finish its task, and you can decide if it has earned its fun or not,” it responds with a teasing wink.

With exaggerated hand gestures it replies, “Please go right ahead. Show this one what you can do, and then it will decide if it will forget that little transgression of yours… for now. Get to work.”

“With pleasure Master,” it says, turning around, hiking its butt, showing off its balls when it closes its thighs, while doing the last of its duties, hearing the soft purr from its current Master, knowing its doing a wonderful job teasing it as well as completing the task. The thought of which makes its member jump for joy.

“Toy is a good toy.”

“Good toys tease.”

“Good toys love males.”

“You are a good toy.”

“You are ?-2003.”

A loud echoing slap echoes within the office, the hard hit on the sergal toy’s rubber ass makes it moan, arching its back, tail lifting up, “Oh, Master… did it do something wrong?”

With a tight butt squeeze, fingers kneading it like any respectable cat would do when it kneads anything, “No, nothing yet at least,” it purrs, spreading the toy’s butt cheeks, showing off its cute cyan pucker. The feline’s red length presses up against the hole, spurting a little bit of pre-cum onto it before it grinds and hotdogs it.

K-2003’s member twitches, jumping for joy when it feels that warm member against its rear, its body wanting to feel that hard cock sink right into it, filling its mind with ever increasing lewd thoughts. It looks over its shoulder at it, “However this one can do to please you Master.”

The feline toy leans in closer, pressing its chest against the toy’s back, grinding harder, “Toy, it knows you will do everything in your power to please it, but there are times when it, decides how the pleasure shall be done,” it purrs, biting the toy’s neck right above the collar just as it pulls back and slams itself into the toy.

It moans softly, squeezing the length as it’s taken, its member twitching, and dribbling, increasing the arousing aroma in the room, fueling the fires that feed them both. M-toy pounding away in the toy’s tight squeaky wear, making the sergal jerk forward against the countertop.

The sergal holds itself against it, milking the Master’s length, feeling the playful bite, which is followed by soft sensual licks, its ears twitching when the feline speaks.

“Good toy, just like that. Show it what you have,” it states, its thrusting growing stronger, faster, and moans deeper.

“Yes master, this one will,” it gasps, cock bouncing, hips bucking up against the other toy. Its balls are churning away, already feeling heavy despite how short it's been since it last climaxed.

“Good toy,” it states, pounding faster, balls slapping against the sergal’s butt as hard as it did. Its hands caressing the sergal’s sides, holding it and feeling it up, causing loud squeaks, enjoying the feel and contour of every inch of the toy’s body as it hammers itself deeper into it.

It expertly milks the raging boner within its rear, the toy takes in the delicious cock as it hits its internal hot button over and over again, yet its focus is giving back as much if not more what it gives. Its soft moans a delightful tease, adding to the atmosphere as it works to push the feline over the edge.

The pressure builds up within M-7373’s loins. It desires to take this toy harder, faster, to put it in its place, fuck it after everything that has happened. It imagines all the work it had to go through, that meeting, and its outburst to establish itself before it. Now it’s fucking it so very hard now. The high on the thought of its dominance over it sends it over the edge, and with a loud mowl, it bites hard onto the sergal toy’s ear, chewing on it as it unleashes a hot flood of toy seed.

The bite sends a shock of pleasure and delight through it, followed by the sensation of the warm essence flowing into it, the toy milking the red length bucking against it, matching the leopard's motions, letting it control the pace of the moment, only working to enhance whatever it decides.

When the climactic high subsidies M-toy slowly pulls out, moaning at the tight milking grip of the sergal toy before it. Its member slipping out with nary drop left within its length, “Oh, now isn’t that something,” it muses, smacking the toy’s ass.

It responds with a soft moan, hiking the rump higher, tail raising, “What is Master?” it asks, tilting its head.

“That is one expert ass you have there. Like it was made for taking cock.”

“Well…” it slowly sways it side to side, letting M-toy’s cock run against its cheeks, “Maker helps with that with its molding, so it can’t be all it.”

“Guess, that means your ass was made for taking dick,” he smirks, “Such a slut.”

“That would be an apt description yes,” it says, gently grinding back, “What would you like it to do now? Has it met your requirements?”

“Hmm, well…” it says, running its hands along the toy’s spine, “What do you think? Do you think you’ve been a good enough toy to wrap your lips around my cock? Have you done the work, to deserve sucking down this one’s cum, and letting this one flood down your throat?”

It softly moans, leaning back against the toy, “Ohh, what a sneaky thing to say. Making this one play with its own desires and guessing yours. If it's too confident and saying yes, leaning on its own selfish desires, then it would not be a good toy, serving you to the best of its own ability, Master.”

It crosses its arms, resting its chin on the palm of its hand, “Is that so? Are you saying you have a desire to suck this one off that is all your own?”

It smirks, “A good toy is wanting to be of service to others, including its fellow toys, like you being of service to take and top this one’s ass,” it responds with a slow and gentle grind of its rear against the feline’s length.

“You could say that, but this one has a fond enjoyment in being the top. In charge, its why Maker was gracious enough to put this one in charge of the cafe, so it has a place to focus its top energies.”

“While serving customers and users,” it playfully winks.

“Are you trying to rile this one up a bit, toy? Or are you trying to deflect its earlier questions?”

The sergal toy has a big toothy grin. “Well Master, that would be for you to decide, wouldn’t it?”

“Now it knows you are trying to pull a fast one on it,” it states, smacking the toy’s ass nice and hard, “Kneel toy.”

It moans, hiking its ass, “As you wish Master,” it slowly lowers itself, grinding its rear against its fellow toy, body letting out a long drawn-out squeak, resting its head along the twitching cock, looking up to see just a bit of it in its field of view, “Like this Master?”

It purrs, “Turn around,” it commands, doing a spin around hand motion.

It tilts its head, keeping that sly grin, “With pleasure Master,” it says, turning around, grinding its head along the cock the entire time, letting out a soft nuzzle before licking along the balls, lapping at them, pulling each one into its maw to softly suckle.

“You sneaky little cheese wedge,” it says, reaching down, creasing the toy’s ears, “You may take this one’s entire length, as it's going to take that smug grin of yours and pump it full of its seed.”

It lets out a soft murr, the balls slipping out of its mouth with an audible pop, “Of course, Master, whatever you say.” It’s cyan tongue licks across the underside of the toy’s length, coiling around the tip, drawing the member into its mouth where it firmly suckled, bobbing its head on it, only taking the first inch or two at best.

It softly moans, hands caressing the toy’s head, feeling up its smooth rubber, “You smug toy,” it remarks, gripping the toy’s head, nice and tightly, fingers running through its hair,a long the back of its head, thumbs slipping into its ears, giving a sensual massage, holding the toy’s head tight so it can no longer control the pace of its sucking, giving that power over to the leopard toy, which quickly slams itself into the toy’s muzzle, balls smacking into the sergal’s chin.

“There we go. A nice tight hungry mouth for me to use,” it remarks, pumping in and out of the toy’s hungry muzzle, feeling the tongue that coils around its length, adding that little bit of milking, but it continues to go faster, harder, so much so that it becomes difficulty for K-2003 to keep up, its tongue slipping out of its mouth as the feline pulls back, before pushing itself back in.

The delightful taste of its fellow toy’s cock, keeps its own member twitching and aching in delight. It looks up with hungry, wanting eyes, working the toy over, knowing that even though it recently unleashed its load into it, it could easily work up another, and another, and another if it really wanted to. It doesn’t remain idle though as it loses control of its head.

The sergal toy’s hands reach up to rub and massage the feline’s thighs, letting out long creaking squeaks, its claw tips running along the back of the toy’s thighs, adding that little hint of extra delight while it lets its face get pounded without a care or worry of just how hard its taken, simply enjoying the moment.

M-7373 arches it back, tail whipping around with lustful delight, its cock dribbling pre-cum, balls churning to make a nice load for the good toy before it, “It will be interesting to see you dominate… at least try, but that is for another day. You have to become a good hungry gay toy before that,” it thinks, working the toy faster, making the sergal focus on pleasing it with all its might, while it goes full blow on the toy’s face, and in short order it rewards the slutty sergal toy with its essence, flooding it with another hefty load of its toy essence.

“Hmm, that’s it. Suck it up. All of it. Don’t let one drop escape,” it purrs.

K-2003 pleasantly bobs its head, enjoying the warm tangy tasty flow of the toy’s seed flooding its mouth. Each slurp washes the toy with another tantalizing view in its new life that its growing to accept with each passing moment. Nothing but dicks before it, to serve and enjoy, its body craving it all the more, and its growing hunger for it is something of curious focus as it comes to understand itself as it changes under the sheer weight of everything being done to it.

As the last bit of M-7373’s spunk is swallowed by the K-2003, there’s a knock on the door. M-toy looks over toward the knock with annoyance, “Who is it? This better not be you V-toy, it is a bit busy at the moment.”

The door opens revealing K-2373, “Nope, not that one. It’s this one,” it says with a sly smirk.

“Oh, Maker,” it says, pulling out of the toy’s mouth, enjoying the last licks across its length as it turns toward its fellow feline toy, “It was just finishing up its fun with that one.”

“And how was it?”

“Rather pleasant,” it says with a sly smirk.

“Good to hear, but tomorrow is going to be an even bigger day. It will make sure you fully accept, embrace and most importantly, embrace the gay fuck toy that ought to have been,” it says with a playful mew, “Come toy, it needs to take you back to your molding pod.”

“Yes Maker,” K-2003 responds, licking its lips, standing up, gently running its length against M-7373’s side, “It had a wonderful time, we should do it again, sometime soon,” it says, giving the feline a playful bite on its ear.

It stiffens, pulling away, looking at it with flustered annoyance, “Perhaps,” it purrs, crossing its arms.

K-2373 chuckles, “Come, ?-2003, you aren’t at that stage of your training, yet.”

K-2003 nods, stepping forward, giving a cordial bow to it, hiking its rump slowly to tease M-7373, “This one understands Maker, please, take this one back to its molding pod.”

“Good toy,” it mews, guiding K-2003 out of the room, the sergal toy giving one last playful wink to M-toy as they leave.

M-7373 huffs, “Not so tough,” it mutters.

“This one heard that,” K-2003 exclaims, making the toy jump.

K-2373 chuckles, “Don’t overdo that ?-2003.”

“Apologies Maker, it’ll be more careful on it,” it says, heading back to the molding pods. There the sergal toy enters the far right pod of the two, leaning in back, the mold which feels like a perfect glove fit. The hard plastic cover pulls over it, the sergal’s cock and balls caressed by it.

“This always does feel nice and relaxing,” it thinks, groaning in delight as the dildo is slipped back into its rear, by its Maker, which is nothing more than a black, white and blue blur before it. Then the dildo slips into its maw, both of which are locked into place, the white latex flowing into the toy’s mouth while the hot pink rubber flows into its rear, the air sucked out of the mold, the minor adjustments to the toy’s body taking place under the pressure. K-2003 is once again left to relax, listen to its Maker’s voice in its mind, and ponder the feelings of being such a gay toy, and having the nagging feeling that there will be so much more to learn tomorrow…