# Ordering Offspring

Author: Aries_Hausdorff
Tags: Breeding, Oral, Synth

#43 of Asgard United Habitats

A shortstory showing an example of how canine couples can have a human to raise.
Or maybe its about something else.
Full PDF:https://aries.homeftp.net/publish/welcome_to_valhalla/wtv-texts/files/united_asgard_habitats/Ordering_Offspring.pdf

Art by Cream.Pub

Story written by Sequioah

Idea by Aries Hausdorff

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Ordering Offspring  
Written by sequoiah@FA  
for  
Aries Hausdorff @ FA  
"So Mr. and Mrs....?" The rubberclad second generation Dalmatian trailed off, holding her stylus  
poised just above the touch screen. She seemed impatient, and well she should be considering the  
four other pairs of clients waiting for her just outside her office. She gazed down her snout at the  
two first generation Goldens sitting nervously before her. It wasn't easy to get this kind of  
hearing and they knew it.  
"Gautier. Erm...I'm Samson, and this is Jessie." The male piped up gruffly.  
"Mr. and Mrs. Gautier..." The dalmatian mumbled as she swiftly jotted a few notes upon the  
softly illuminated screen. Technology had come an incredibly long way since Cloudhome had  
first been founded. It had enabled them the use of everything from touch screens to the highly  
effective population enhancement methods which allowed couples like the Gautiers to adopt  
exact type of child they wanted to rear. That was, however, if they could pass the initial  
screening.  
"...And so, Mr. and Mrs. Gautier, what brings you to my office today?" She asked drily, eying  
the two critically. It was her job to be judgmental.  
"Uh, thank you for seeing us Shayla. I...we were hoping to qualify for a human boy? You see,  
my hips are just too narrow. I was examined a couple cycles ago, and the head Dalmy wouldn't  
approve me for fertilization. I'm just...well...Are there any openings?" Jessie piped up, unable to  
stifle her apprehension and excitement as her tail began to swish involuntarily against the comfy  
vinyl-like material of the couch upon which she sat.  
Samson looked over at her, his ears pricking forward, then glanced back to see Shayla's  
reaction at his wife's unfettered eagerness. To his relief, he saw a soft smile play across the  
Shepherdesses face.  
"We always have openings for the right applicants. Now, let's take a look at your files here..."  
She screenshared the touch screen to the holoprojector, and so began the interview portion of the  
screening.  
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The sleek silver and gold of the square glistened as Toy-1 was gently lowered towards the  
waiting mechanical apparatus, which received her lovingly. Long, squirming, rubberized  
tentacles stretched towards Toy-1 eagerly as her glistening ebony form drew nearer and nearer to  
the docking station. Although she had been thoroughly flushed and cleaned prior to completion  
of her last service cycle it was customary to re-lubricate and charge all requisite components  
before initiating the next service cycle.  
"Ah, my darling child. My revolutionary daughter. Once again your bountiful gift renews our  
family with life." The wrote echo of Cloudhome's AC echoed in V'ki's mind as the Synth-wa felt  
the first well lubricated tentacle slide up her thigh and into her warm depths. She was now  
linked, and the process could begin.  
South Square was abuzz with the normal drone of lascivious activity. The mewling,  
moaning, and groaning noises of pleasure floated upon the air like a sweet perfume. Though  
most could only detect the scents of pheromones on a subconscious level; the air was heavy  
indeed with that innocuous perfume as well. The day was developing into quite the delightful  
mating frenzy, much to Cloudhome's satisfaction. Despite the busy hustle and bustle of erotic  
excitement, the occupants of South Square all paused with bated breath to gaze up at the docking  
station as it hummed to life. Men paused their rutting, and femmes ceased their moans as all eyes  
fell upon Toy-1.  
It was Tentacle Time.  
V'ki felt the flush of life wash over every rubbery inch of her as the first soft, probing  
tendril examined her depths, and she gazed down at the many eyes that looked up at her. A small  
noise escaped her slick and shining lips as she tilted her head back. Even as she served a vital  
logistical function; so too did she serve to inspire the masses. The visuals and hormonal off-  
gassing of her labors were often enough to drive onlookers to even greater sexual heights.  
Her moan was otherworldly; the product of the rubberization and mechanization of  
organic biological parts. Much of her remained living, respiring tissue, and yet much of her had  
also been revised with soft plasticized latex and nanite optimization. As she uttered small noises  
of pleasure, both her body and the sleek metallic architecture of her rubber-tentacled docking  
station amplified the noise for all to hear. It was a call to the crowd below; come and look, Toy-1  
is being prepared!  
The first tentacle which had probed her depths assessed the presence and viability of the  
multitude of constantly replenished ova within her. She could feel it penetrating deep inside of  
her, past her perpetually dilated cervix, where it's unique diagnostic nanites exited in a  
conservative stream of synthetic fluids. So sensitive, was the synth-wa, that she felt in great  
detail as the trickle of tepid fluid leaked into her womb. She even experienced the sensation of  
tiny flagellum brushing against her innards as a swarm of nanites flooded her and began  
inventory of her biological assets. There were many adoption requests to fulfill; everything had  
to be perfect.  
As the appraisal of her ova and organs proceeded, the other appendages of the docking  
station hummed to life and snaked towards her waiting body to begin their work. Onlookers  
gasped as the many mirrors positioned carefully around Toy-1's docking station gave them a  
perfect view of the tapered, wet tentacle probing betwixt the synth-wa's plump ass cheeks. The  
dexterous pointed tip of the tentacle roved over the smooth synthetic surface of that tender area  
until at last it found the slightly puckered dimple that marked it's destination. At the center of that  
dimple was a tight hole that gave easily as the dexterous appendage wormed its way in. The  
tapered nature of the tentacle stretched Toy-1's anus gradually as it slid deeper and deeper inside  
of her, squeaking against her rubbery sphincter as it went.  
This time, as the shining rubber-bodied femme moaned, he maw gaped open and a third  
probe immediately inserted itself into the newly presented hole. Her moan was not cut short, but  
rather rumbled dully from inside of her. Inside her ass, the anal probe began to prime her system  
with a unique blend of hormonally laced synthetic lubricant. She could feel the warm, slick  
moisture seeping deep inside of her and coating every inch of her insides. Not only did it  
increase the pleasure of all those who visited her back door, but upon contact it also permeated  
their adventurous organs; biochemically inspiring them to rut with even more vigor and generate  
copious amounts of hearty seed. All of this was carefully engineered by Cloudhome's AC when  
constructing and maintaining her revolutionary daughter.  
Her maw was now full, the diameter of the tentacle having been optimized so that it  
would slide easily down her throat and into her stomach. The nutrient paste it began to pump into  
her was thick and heavy. Her system immediately began absorbing it, with visual repercussions.  
While at first her belly bulged slightly from the volume of nutrients she had taken in, that bulge  
quickly dissipated as the matter within her dispersed into her tissues. The rich macronutrients  
nourished and enriched her body, causing her breasts to grow pert, and her nipples to swell while  
her nethers began producing yet more moisture than they already had.  
The wetness forming between her legs was further amplified by the vaginal probe. Once  
the nanites has finished with their assessment, the probe began flushing her with another  
synthetic hormonal blend. Unlike the anal blend, the vaginal blend was designed to invigorate  
male seed after it was ejaculated. This was to ensure proper fertilization, while preventing  
implantation. There was no incidental that Cloudhome had not already taken into account in the  
design of it's breeding machines.  
With all proper exudates having been deposited in their respective orifices, the docking  
station began to warm up Toy-1's frame as the tentacles began to wriggle and thrust in and out of  
her. This served two purposes. The first of these purposes was to ensure that the lubrication had  
been executed efficiently, and that all her parts functioned correctly under the conditions they  
were to be used. The second purpose was to work the waiting crowd below into a horny frenzy.  
The shining black tentacles squirmed about deeply in V'ki, plumbing her depths and  
wiggling about. She could feel her anus stretched to tantalizing widths as the tentacle within it  
rammed itself deeply within her, only to retract and ram her once more; were the long, thick,  
mechanized appendage not so smooth and slick with lubricant it surely would have been painful.  
However, the rough treatment of her ass was the height of pleasure, and only amplified the  
pleasure lavished on her by the other attachments of the docking station. As the anal probe  
rammed her forcefully, the tentacle deep in her pussy swelled and vibrated as it slowly slid in and  
out of her wet cunt. The perpetually swollen knob of her g-spot pulsed with each wave of  
vibration, which sent tremors of rapture through her legs.  
Her body was still suspended in the air by these points of penetration, so that as she was  
expertly fucked by the mechanical maintenance machine her legs twitched in the open air while  
her toes curled and flexed. Her arms dangled limply at her sides, until she felt the firm  
rubberized surface of tentacles within her palms. With a practice that was programming as much  
as muscle memory she began sliding her own softly rubberized grip over the tentacles which had  
presented themselves to her for stroking. Each man down below knew that soon she would be  
doing the same to their eagerly waiting cocks.  
As the tentacles penetrating her ass and pussy began picking up speed, working her  
towards the edge of a thunderous orgasm, the oral probe withdrew itself; dribbling thick white  
nutrient paste as it went. It landed in dollops upon her open lips, sliding down her chin and onto  
her succulent breasts. Lovingly, the twining tentacle caressed the gentle swelling of each soft and  
fleshy mound, testing the firmness of her nipples and continuing to dribble creamy droplets upon  
her as it went. With her mouth now free; Toy-1's cries rang out clear and loud once more. Her  
hands furiously jerked the tentacles to her sides as the one before her tweaked and fiddled with  
her nipples till they stood tall and hard; ready for hungry mouths.  
A gush of juices and lubricant, along with a high pitched keen of ecstasy heralded the  
arrival of Toy-1's first orgasm of her service cycle. The overflow ran down the tentacles to be  
collected at the base of the docking station. Nothing in Cloudhome was wasted or taken for  
granted.  
Daniel was enjoying the show, much like the rest of his friends, with the help of one or  
two of the incredibly accommodating doggygirls. The sweet second generation uplift Golden that  
gently licked his throbbing member knelt before him as she did so, leaving him an unimpeded  
view of Tentacle Time. He placed his hands upon his hips and sighed contentedly as she worked  
on him, but his eyes were plastered to the spectacle before him. It wasn't terribly difficult to  
imagine himself in the place of any one of those tentacles that violated every one of the sleek  
Synth-wa's holes, especially when he could feel a delightful warm wetness caressing every inch  
of his member as his mind wandered.  
He looked over to his friend Erik, who was in the midst of enjoying the most recent art  
installation of South Square while he watched the show. He was balls deep in the delightful  
centerpiece; a thick-furred snow leopard. Her installation conveniently faced Toy-1's charging  
station. It was really quite an elaborate set up. The leopardess dangled from the ceiling of a small  
roofed platform, each limb fastened to suspend her; spread-eagled for all to see. Between her  
legs was a collapsible contraption which typically fucked her steadily with its attached dildo.  
Upon the passing of each hour it would switch, and insert a thicker silicone member shaped like  
that of a human male within her to continue fucking her steadily. Every once in a while, a curious  
or ravenous male would stop by the display, collapse the contraption, and take it's place; fucking  
her vulnerable and well used hole to completion. Each time the device was collapsed, it would  
reset; only to start the process all over again once the male had departed, stirring his seed within  
the "Parderpussy" as it began fucking her with the smallest dildo once more.  
The leopardess on display didn't seem to mind being used in this fashion in the least. She  
had undergone special engineering for this very purpose; induced ovulation allowed her to bear  
the offspring of multiple sperm donors as she received each of them. This created a genetically  
diverse litter; another one of Cloudhome's reproductive masterpieces. She swung from her  
suspensions as her eyes rolled in her head, moaning wantonly as Erik made good use of her  
restraints. He pushed her back and forth as though she were in a swing; each time she swung  
back her slick hole would slide over his cock. Upon each back-swing she would slam down to  
the hilt on his shaft. He was grunting from the delightful exertion as he grasped her bonds to  
rapidly slam himself into her, then swing her away once more only to slam into her again.  
If not for Tentacle Time, the Parderpussy display was typically the one all eyes were  
drawn to. The leopardess preferred it that way; she loved the feeling of hundreds of eyes roving  
over her vulnerable naked body as she was filled time and time again with the creamy loads of so  
many human males. Sometimes she even accumulated a line of men impatiently stroking their  
eager tools as they waited for their turn to fill her. Sometimes there were even doggygirls waiting  
on the sidelines to please the line of waiting men, hoping to convince them to spill their seed  
elsewhere. The ultimate goal of the exercise was, of course, pleasure. However, an added benefit  
was pregnancy. With an almost constant stream of cum flowing into the Parderpussy from so  
many men it was an inevitability. She was determined to remain posted as a toy to be used over  
and over until she was swollen with cubs.  
Daniel held back a moan as the Golden transitioned from licking his throbbing cock like  
a popsicle to taking it into her mouth in it's entirely. He wasn't sure which was more enjoyable to  
set his sights on as she pleasured him; Toy-1 being penetrated in every hole by the shining black  
tentacles, his own doggygirl blowjob, or Erik's forceful plowing of the suspended leopardess. He  
grasped the doggygirl by the scruff as he began to thrust against her, pushing himself deeper into  
the tight, wet confines of her throat. Her long tongue lolled out as he did so, warmly tickling his  
heavily pierced sack and making the captive bead rings jingle like bells as they rang against each  
other.  
He was getting close to blowing his load right then and there in her mouth, and the  
Golden could tell. She had other ideas, though; if she were to have herself a pup and get a chance  
at a human boy of her own then she had to act quickly. Daniel found himself surprised as the  
doggygirl swiftly pushed him backwards, and he fell to the soft cushioned chaise lounge behind  
him. Several onlookers who were similarly engaged with their own exploits chuckled at the  
spectacle as he settled into his seat, and leaned back with his member erect; glistening with  
saliva as it bobbed to the rhythm of his pulse.  
He gazed up at her in confusion while his brightly blushing, wet, and throbbing cock  
pointed up at her demandingly. She crawled up on top of him with a mischievous grin, and he  
could feel the engorged and moist labia of her doggy cunt lightly graze his tool as she straddled  
him. His confusion was gone, and replaced with delight as she lowered herself down onto him.  
Her pussy lips were so swollen with arousal that they created a fair bit of resistance as he pushed  
himself into her. She was so tight; doggy girls were undoubtedly some of the best lays he'd had  
since coming to Cloudhome. He grunted, eyes scrunched shut as he tried to focus on thrusting up  
into her; it felt so good, he just wanted it to last a little longer.  
Her juices were dripping down his shaft to trickle over his balls and the heavy dangling  
piercings that flashed in the midday lighting as he thrusted into her. His legs were spread wide as  
he leaned back to give him the best leverage possible as he picked up the pace, causing her bare  
breasts, exposed by the utilitarian harness which she wore, to jump in time with his thrusts. It  
was due to this spread-legged posture of his, that the German Shepherd was able to worm her  
way in and begin lapping hungrily at his sack. The first generation uplift sat back on her  
haunches and licked contentedly at the jingling piercings until she felt his flesh contracting  
beneath her warm, wet tongue.  
The licking took Daniel by surprise, but the soft tickle of the Shepherdesses fur against  
his thighs was as titillating as the feeling of her mouth on his testicles. With each thrust he felt  
her tongue languidly trail over him, hot and wet with it's passing and causing such intense  
sensations to roil about inside of him. He knew he could not withstand the treatment for long,  
and found his sack contracting in time with his abdomen as an orgasm washed over him.  
His cum flowed freely into the tight, swollen cunt of the second generation golden which  
sighed happily as she felt his hot cream spurting up into her. He twitched spasmodically, an  
unrestrained groan rumbling up and out of him as his body squeezed every ounce of seed out of  
him. As a young man who was regularly milked and fed a seed stimulating diet; his load was  
sizeable. As he continued to cum, his orgasm raged on. Wave after wave of hot cum continued to  
pump out of him. It lasted long enough for the golden to remove herself once she was full and  
overflowing, and the shepherdess to clamber atop him and sheathe his still pumping cock within  
her.  
In the transition, both femmes caught a couple ropes of jizz in their fur. With cheeky  
grins, they both glanced at each other, uttering gruff canine giggles, and as the shepherdess  
extracted the last few pumps of man-milk from their male, the golden licked the congealed drops  
of white from the shepherdesses coat.  
Once the shepherdess had taken her portion of seed within herself, it was the golden's  
turn to be cleaned. Daniel sat back to watch contentedly as the shepherdess set to work, licking  
the overshoot out of the golden's fur. After thoroughly cleaning the reclined golden's coat, the  
shepherdess nosed her way between the second gen's legs to lap greedily at the cream-pie  
spilling out of her plump sex. The shepherdess was careful not to dip her long, wide tongue too  
deeply between the thickly swollen lips of the golden's sex; after all, she didn't want to take any  
seed that might otherwise impregnate the comely doggygirl. Instead, she lapped rapidly at all that  
oozed out of the golden, her tongue rubbing insistently against the golden's swollen doggy clit.  
The golden had a look of pure blus on her fuzzy face, her tongue lolling out as her spade was  
treated to a lovely licking. Several more human males had gathered around to watch the  
shepherdess at work. Much to the shepherdesses satisfaction, she felt hands on her haunches as a  
man moved to take his place at her rear, and fill up what space was left inside of her.  
Daniel watched this delightful threesome unfold as the surrounding males stroked  
themselves, anticipating joining in the fray. It then occurred to Daniel that Tentacle Time must  
have ended if the collective audience's attention had returned to the hustle and bustle of South  
Plaza. He let his eyes slip closed with a sigh as he tried to catch his breath, his cock beginning to  
deflate as he tried to recover. Although Daniel was forgotten by the tangle of naked, panting, and  
ejaculating bodies not even a meter from where he sat, there were other eyes on him at that  
moment.  
The rubber nurse had knelt between Daniels legs before he'd even realized she had made  
her way over. Her slick black catsuit squeaked as she sat before him. She looked down her snout  
at him as she caressed his softening member with a rubber-gloved claw.  
Art by Biozz @ FA  
"Don't tucker out on us yet, human. There are many more bitches in need of breeding today." She  
said sweetly, as she cradled his sack in her smooth palm. If he'd had any protests, he couldn't  
utter them fast enough as the nurse held up her syringe to the light, depressing the plunger to  
remove any air bubbles, before swiftly plunging the needle into his sack and injecting him full of  
the standard hormonal aphrodisiac cocktail.  
As the injection permeated his testicles, and the residual flowed through his bloodstream,  
the sensation was as though the rubber nurse was kneeling there jerking him off expertly; and yet  
she had barely even touched him. He moaned loudly and tipped his head back as his cock  
reinflated swiftly. The sweet rubbernurse could not help herself, she placed a wet kiss on the  
bright pink head of Daniels cock before rising and winking.  
"Now get back out there, boy! You've got work to do!" and she strode off, no doubt to find more  
tired peckers in need of rejuvenation.  
Feeling the intense rush of desire that the drugs had instigated, Daniel rose. As he  
surveyed the crowd of twined males and females, all in various stages of wanton fucking his eyes  
at last fell upon the trembling shining black form of Toy-1, who having just been forced to cum  
for the audience below had been lowered down to the waiting crowd. Many of the doggygirls  
stood by jealously watching as four males all devoted their attention to the sleek sex toy they had  
just been gifted. They ran their hands over her slick rubber surface, still wet from the spraying of  
lubricant and her own juices. Daniel strode through the crowd to join the others in their  
exploration of Toy-1. In all his years vacationing in Cloudhome, he'd never had an opportunity to  
play with it.  
Small noises of helplessness escaped Toy-1 as she felt hands on her sensitive breasts,  
gently rubbing her pert nipples. Even as her bosom was caressed, yet more hands probed all the  
same places where she'd only just been penetrated by her charging station. She felt at least two  
sets of fingers wiggling into her pussy to spread her wide and feel around exploratively within  
her. Meanwhile, yet more fingers poked at her still tight anus. Even with all the stretching that  
the tentacles had given her, her hole was firmly puckered, and required some force for the  
invading digits to wiggle their way in. One set of fingers even pinched her erect, rubberized clit  
and rolled it between their fingertips, causing her to shudder and moan in the embrace of all her  
new lovers.  
Already, the hands of the two men who were experimentally probing her pussy were slick  
with her hormonally laced lubricant. As they continued to penetrate her, they stroked themselves;  
the juices dripping out of Toy-1 serving as a slick lube with which they masturbated. The man  
probing her asshole found the deposited juices waiting for him there, as well, but rather than  
manually smearing it on his cock, he brought his already erect cock to press against the slick  
hole. Rubbing it around against her slippery rubber flesh spread the lubricant over his cock and  
all down her crack. She was quickly becoming a slick mess of lubricant and synthetic pussy  
juices as she cried out lustfully from the stimulation of the many hands upon her.  
The man playing with her dainty breasts found them so enticing that he simply had to  
bend his head to catch one squeaky rubber nipple in his mouth. Much to his delight, as he  
suckled he found another gift that Cloudhome had bestowed upon her children; Toy-1's breasts  
swelled gently when she was pumped full of nutritive paste because it had activated her milk  
production. However, instead of producing milk for infants, Toy-1 was especially designed to  
produce milk for sexually active males. It was sweet, and heavy like sweet-cream. Not only was  
it nutritious, but just like every other secretion of her body it served one purpose; to stimulate the  
sexual drive and fortify the ejaculate of the males who used her.  
As the man nursed, his already hard cock seemed to grow even harder. His drive to fuck  
her was so irresistibly high that he could not help but rub his cock against her squeaky rubber  
hip, until at last she took him in her hand and began to stroke him. The pre-cum leaking from the  
head of his turgid member was all that was needed to lubricate her touch as her slick plastic  
caresses ran over him. His breath puffed erratically against her rubber breast as he suckled harder  
and humped her hand. With her other hand, she cupped his head to her breast and supported her  
suckling lover.  
Daniel had reached the tangled group of men and the Synth-wa by the time her milk  
stores were discovered, and he watched as another man latched onto her other breast, only to find  
himself being stroked lovingly in much the same fashion as the first. Toy-1 had begun to kneel,  
taking the two who fed hungrily down to ground with her. The others who had probed her holes  
curiously quickly tried to position themselves so that V'ki's descent would facilitate their  
penetration of her. One man laid happily beneath her, his cock pointing up directly to the  
rubberized slit of her pussy, while the man who had been wantonly humping her ass began  
pressing the bulbous tip of his tool against her hole, using her downward trajectory to maximize  
the press of his organ against the rubber sphincter.  
Her descent brought her incredibly puffy wet slit down upon the waiting cock of the man  
beneath her, and he slid in slick and easy; his tool already covered with lubricant, and soon  
swimming in even more of it. The bulge of her vulpine labia combined with the latex-like texture  
of her flesh made the squeeze of her cunt almost like that of a balloon. Her interior was firm and  
rubbery, but still so slick and tantalizingly wet. It was all he could do to keep from busting the  
moment the tip entered into her warm depths. The man behind her finally popped past the tight  
choke of her anus and into the warm, waiting depths of her ass. Inside, she was texturized with  
intricate rubber ribbing which rippled over his cock deliciously as he thrust into her.  
She gasped as she was penetrated simultaneously by two cocks while both her breasts  
were suckled. She found herself kneeling over the man inside her pussy, who thrust up into her  
while the man filling her asshole grasped her by the hips and pulled her against him each time he  
thrust. The motion of her hips which resulted from being fucked rhythmically in both holes at  
once was somewhat like an "L" shape as the momentum from the thrusts coming from beneath  
her lifted her tiny rubberized frame, and the forceful push and pull of the man behind her moved  
her back and forth. So occupied, was she, that she had not noticed the approach of the tall blonde  
stranger before her.  
Daniel towered over V'ki and her coterie of lovers, his piercing grey eyes gazing hungrily  
down at the twined mass of bodies. His raging hard on bobbed as he walked, pointing directly at  
his destination; the shining ebony form of Toy-1. He could hardly believe there was still a hole  
open; she was the most popular attraction Toy Town had to offer (hence the name), and yet there  
it was. Her mouth gaped, wide, glistening wet with saliva, and empty. He resolved himself to  
remedy it's emptiness.  
Toy-1 opened her eyes to peer through a haze of pleasure up at the broad backed stranger  
who clutched his intimidating tool before her maw, stroking himself and licking his lips as  
though ravenous. His cock was easily a couple dozen centimeters long, and just about the  
diameter of her slender wrist. It would be quite a mouthful.  
As she stared up at him, her eyes heavy with lustful need and her mouth agape in ecstasy,  
her tongue lolled out; the one pink and fleshy thing on her whole body. It was an invitation.  
Daniel gladly obliged.  
He tested the waters by giving her a taste of the head of his cock. Her long vulpine  
tongue darted over it; no less attentive for the other demands being made of her body. Indeed, the  
others making use of Toy-1 could not ignore the tall, well-muscled stranger; especially not the  
man thrusting happily into Toy-1's rubber cunt for Daniel stood above him, piercings jingling as  
he stroked his shaft and brought it to V'ki's mouth once more.  
Toy-1 blinked in confusion as Daniel withdrew his cock from her lips; why did he wait?  
What was wrong? However, Daniel was merely steeling himself. The cocktail of hormones he  
had been injected with combined with the silken touch of Toy-1's bioengineered tongue was an  
intense combination which threatened to make him bust his nut right then and there like a virgin  
getting his first hand job. He bit his lip as he gently grasped Toy-1's chin, drawing her near as he  
once again brought his cock to her lips. As though subliminally sensing his needs; V'ki gently  
kissed the throbbing pink head of his member. She then laid yet another kiss, and another upon  
his tool; working her way down his still somewhat moist shaft. She could still taste the juices of  
the two doggygirls that had come before her on his flesh. The rings piercing his scrotum jingled  
lightly as she reached the base of his organ and her snout nuzzled his sack.  
He could tell that she was going to be good to him.  
Her body shook from the thrusts of the other two males, as well as from the vigor with  
which she stroked the two males who continued to feed from her perky synthmilk-filled breasts.  
Daniel could feel every motion which rocked her frame as her soft pink tongue darted out once  
more to run over the cool metal of his piercings, making music of his moans as they joined the  
melody of metallic ringing. After playing his piercings with her mouth, her long and delicate  
tongue ran down the length of him; caressing the underside of his tool until she came to the very  
tip of it and swirled about the head, playing upon every ridge and vein as though tracing each  
detail to memorize it. Even when being used by four other men, she treated him like her truest  
most special lover, worthy of the lion's share of her efforts and attentions.  
A groan of delight issued forth from Daniels parted lips as he felt the warm, wet, feather  
light caress of her attentive tongue touching every inch of him. He felt the ripple of a tremor roll  
from his head down to his toes as her hormone laced saliva left a tingling trail upon his skin. Her  
tongue studied him like scholars studied the Edda, and yet for the first time in years he found  
himself feeling as though he were playing the part of the student. He had always been a virile  
and sexually abundant male; he was knowledgeable in the many positions of the Cani Sutra, his  
endurance was the best of the males in his colony, and he was never one to lose control over his  
own body and orgasm before he was ready. Yet, here he was trembling beneath the touch of this  
half nanite-enriched rubber synthetic, half vixen like an inexperienced boy. She was the finest  
piece of engineering to come out of Cloudhome, he was sure of it!  
Warm semen splashed against the undersides of her breasts as she jerked the men off to  
completion. They both mewled against her tits like whiny pups as they convulsed in time with  
the pumping of their ejaculations. She could feel the vibrations of their cries buzzing against her  
nipples, which created further gushes of wetness for the man who was still thrusting up into her  
rubbercunt. As intensely aroused as she was at the sensation of tepid, buttery cum sliding over  
her skin and the vibrations against her nipples; she leaned forward and took Daniel into her  
mouth.  
As she felt his shaft slide deeply into her throat, she also felt the heated explosion in her  
ass which told her that the man fucking it had just spilled himself into her. He bit down lightly  
upon her neck, gasping against her springy synthetic flesh as he thrust himself a couple more  
times. With each thrust, a fresh rope of creamy man-milk spurted deeply into her ass. Already her  
body began to fill; storing these vigorous samples for later extraction. Her anus throbbed around  
his tool tightly as her body automatically sought to milk him of every last drop. He felt wave  
after wave of contracting, pulsing rubber ridges squeezing his member as he came. He panted  
against her neck as her ass extracted his sperm with mechanical efficiency, sucking him dry.  
The cock in her mouth was so satisfying; for a creature that never ate in the traditional  
sense, having a phallus or tentacle buried deep within her throat had replaced the sensation of  
eating for her. She gobbled him up hungrily, and he could feel her throat contracting around him;  
warm, wet, and smooth. She seemed to be trying to swallow his member, and the resulting  
sensation was like a slippery massage. Her throat and mouth seemed to know exactly how to  
regulate the pressure, speed, and motions in all the right ways. The slick yet tight hold upon his  
shaft undulated with such perfect precision that he felt he would explode at any minute. In truth,  
each of her orifices provided these finely tuned alterations in pressure, speed, and texture to the  
cocks that visited them. She was designed to impart maximum pleasure on the men that used her  
in order to suck as much male seed as was possible into her body for later recovery.  
Toy-1 felt the two males who she had manually orgasmed get up and wander off,  
undoubtedly to rest or be found by a rubbernurse. Even the man occupying her ass rose and  
retreated. It was as the head of his cock popped out of her tight hole that she felt the one who was  
still vigorously fucking her swollen cunt shudder as her pussy filled with warmth. It was as  
though the sensation of the withdrawal of the other mans cock, which could easily be felt  
through the thin barrier separating the inside of her womanhood from the inside of her ass, had  
been just the stimulation the other man had needed to push him over the edge and fill her other  
hole. As efficient as her storage and seals were, the size of the loads men produced when fucking  
the synth-wa were simply too large for her body to hold. As the man inside of her trembled,  
ejaculating his massive load; a small trickle of milky overflow dribbled from her tightly  
squeezed asshole to tickle his twitching balls. It was soon joined by the abundant overflow of her  
cunt as well.  
The man beneath her did not finish his task until she was overflowing. Once he had  
pumped his last wave of semen into her, he finally relaxed. He laid back with a sigh and gazed  
up at the bulge in her throat as she sucked Daniel off with finesse.  
Daniel grasped Toy-1 by the ears, his grip mercilessly tight. She did not register pain, and  
so he could be as rough as he wanted. His grip was crushing as he tried to hold back the  
impending wave of cum that he could tell was going to wash out of him and into her soon. It just  
felt so amazing as she swirled her tongue within her mouth to caress him, and her throat pulsed  
firmly against his tool; he wanted this to last forever. Now she truly was focusing all her  
attentions on him, and it was mind-blowing. She was a built and bred fucking machine who led  
him to question who was truly being used. Though she was designed to be a toy for the men of  
Cloudhome to play with; he felt so helpless as she lavished him with pleasure. He realized that  
with the seal she made with her mouth on his cock that he likely wouldn't have been able to leave  
even if he'd wanted to. She was going to get his cum whether he wanted to give it or not;  
although between the rubbernurses injection. Toy-1's saliva, and years of conditioning he wanted  
very much so to give her a big thick load of his seed.  
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"Ohhhh don't stop." he moaned to her, trying vainly to thrust his hips but finding that there was  
no moving as she worked on him.  
"Yeah, fuck that throat! You're making her neck bulge!" came a cheer from the sideline. That was  
when Daniel realized that they had an audience.  
He felt the gaze of many eyes upon him all of a sudden, and as he turned his head to look,  
he saw them all. Men of all shapes, sizes, and ages had gathered around to watch Toy-1 at work.  
Many of them could not resist the urge to touch themselves as they watched, imagining their own  
cocks buried deep within her; they lived vicariously through Daniel. Some of the doggygirls who  
waited jealously on the sidelines would occasionally lend a helping hand, or mouth, or cunt. A  
crowd of men being serviced by eager uplifts surrounded Daniel while Toy-1 mouth-fucked him.  
He was helpless to her suckling, but he didn't mind in the least. He could tell that his audience  
looked on with a combination of arousal, admiration, and envy.  
Nakedness was no cause for shame, nor was it even particularly noteworthy in  
Cloudhome. However, there was something about all the attention and admiration being directed  
towards him at that moment that made him feel as though he were laid even more bare than his  
nudity. He was an erotic public spectacle for all to witness as Toy-1 milked his captive cock, and  
all his viewers got off on witnessing his pleasure as much as he got off on experiencing it. This  
collective erotic rapture hung heavy and thick in the air; the cloying smell of sex and  
pheromones. This was what Toy-1 did best.  
The scrutiny heightened his pleasure; there was something about having all eyes on him  
as he thrust into her mouth that seemed to hasten his pulse, and increase the enjoyment of the  
delightful caresses of her tongue. It was a combination of the collective gazes pressing in around  
him, and the relentless stimulation of his member that finally pushed him over the edge. He  
heard groans from his audience as he looked back down at V'ki with his own mouth hanging  
open for a hearty moan. His abdomen and sack tightened as his orgasm burst forth causing him  
to pull her head towards him so that he could bury himself as deeply as possible in the  
welcoming depths of her throat.  
As she listened to him moan, she heard the chorus of onlookers moaning as well. The  
sight of her expertly orally extracting seed from Daniel was enough to put several others over the  
edge. She could feel the warm gushes of his cum splashing against her throat, and trickling down  
as he moaned and trembled. However, she would not relinquish her suction-like grip on his cock  
until she had sucked every last bit of his jizz into her abdominal storage. She placed her hands,  
still slick with lubricant, upon his hips to hold him in place as the mechanisms in her throat  
worked briskly to knead his throbbing tool as he came. He felt the pressure of her throat rolling  
from the base of his cock all the way to the tip with each spurt he produced like a milkmaid at  
the tit. She also continued to apply mechanical suction, like a gentle vacuum. He could feel her  
insistently pulling at his member until he was a twitchy moaning mess.  
The audience looked on in sheer erotic delight as he orgasmed helplessly for several  
minutes, held in place by the hungry Synth-wa. Even the man still laying beneath her with his  
semi-flaccid member in her pussy, gazed on; he had an up close view of the way her throat  
rippled with motion as Daniels sack pulsed with each wave of cum he sent rushing into her.  
Another man in the audience trembled and groaned as he did the same into the waiting maw of  
the gen 1 uplift dalmy which sat patiently before him. Daniels ejaculation seemed to herald many  
others as a wave of moans passed through the crowd. Cloudhome AC watched on in delight;  
where seed was spilled, babies were born.  
After finally relinquishing her final two lovers, V'ki was once more lovingly embraced by  
the tentacles of her docking station. I was time for post-service-cycle maintenance; Tentacle  
Time, Round Two.  
Instinctively, she spread her legs as a suction tentacle slid over her still gooey pussy lips,  
swollen and rubbery. Her body was raised into the air for all to witness as the tentacle slipped  
between both swollen labia and into her depths. In a nearly constant state of arousal, V'ki  
moaned again as she felt her sensitive parts penetrated once more. Immediately the suction  
began, and excess seed was slurped from her pussy and stored for later use. Her warm insides  
throbbed against the tentacle as though she were still being fucked as she felt herself emptying.  
Even this was pleasurable for her.  
As one tentacle emptied her aching cunt, another prodded at her anus until it gained entry,  
and began giving it the same treatment. As her ass stretched, she gyrated against the penetrating  
probes instinctively making their jobs easier and driving them deeper inside. With two  
appendages cleaning her organs of spilled seed at once, her spade had swollen massively from  
sheer arousal and stimulation. One more tentacle slipped towards her loins, it suction-tip taking  
her knobby little fox-clit and buzzing as it suckled her, heightening her pleasure even more. As  
she tipped her head back to cry out from the clitoral stimulation, the final tentacle once more  
dove into her mouth and down her throat, retrieving the sperm in her abdominal storage.  
Her body awash in joyous sensations, she writhed upon all the tentacles. Two more  
descended to suction upon her nipples, emptying out the remainder or her synthmilk. Retrieved  
resources would be used in the production of seed stimulating feed for the male breeding stock of  
Asgard. Truly nothing would go to waste.  
A scream was building as a clitoral orgasm threatened to explode from the harassment of  
her spade, and wash over her entire rubber form like a shock wave.  
"Gentle now, daughter. Not yet. Hold off until extraction is complete." Cloudhome chided gently  
in V'ki's mind.  
"Yes, mother." was what she would have said if she had been able to reply, but the tentacle in her  
throat prevented all articulate speech from escaping, allowing only the sound of wanton moans  
and whimpers.  
She thrust instinctively against all points of penetration, the eyes of hundreds of  
enraptured and otherwise erotically engaged onlookers plastered to her physical gyrations. The  
probing device deep inside her vagina finished draining the residual sperm, and pressed on past  
her cervix; she could feel it caressing her womb as it began harvesting her fertilized ova. Each  
microscopic bundle of cells was already beginning to develop, and would be transplanted into a  
MIYA for further incubation until the fetus came to term. Just as Toy-1 was expertly designed by  
Cloudhome to collect sperm and produce ova, so were MIYA's designed to provide fertilized  
eggs with the environment they needed to become strong and healthy infants.  
After each tentacle had sucked her dry of semen, fertilized ova, and synthmilk, it began  
flushing her clean once more. She felt the gentle pressure of loose, watery lubricant as the  
tentacles switched modes to instead shoot large volumes of cleaning lubricant into every hole in  
her body. As she felt the tepid fluid fill her, build in pressure, and then overflow to drip from her  
ass, pussy, and maw all at once; so too did the tingling in her clit crescendo to break over her like  
a wave of orgasmic ecstasy. Her screams of delight were muffled by the tentacle filling her  
throat, but her orgasm prompted yet others in the audience below as they witnessed her entire  
form convulse upon the phallic tentacles which held her aloft merely by penetrating her.  
With that, Toy-1 entered rest mode as her maintenance station began clean-up procedures.  
Surely another service cycle would begin soon enough. In the dim catacombs of her nanite-  
riddled mind, she felt eager to begin her work anew. This was her life, her purpose, her arete; and  
life was good.  
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A knock upon the door caused Mr. and Mrs. Gautier to jump. Like most evenings in  
Nouveau Languedoc it had been quiet and mellow. A little more than 9 months had passed since  
their hearing with Shayla, and as a result their adoption request was far from their minds. Jessie  
arrived to the door first, her tail wagging exuberantly as she tried to recollect what kind of  
delivery they were expecting. Samson arrived as she pulled the door open with her mouth, his  
ears perked forward attentively.  
Both tails began wagging wildly as their eyes fell upon the MIYA standing innocuously  
in the doorway. When inactive, she had merely been an empty rubber chassis, but now her form  
was tall and voluptuous, her fur ruddy and bright with the occasional stripe in select locations,  
and her incredibly large pale ears quirked towards the couple as she assessed and identified them  
using her complex AC programming. A cool eyed gaze looked them over from beneath her fringe  
of ivory hair. Her dainty blue nose constantly tested the air, scanning for any smells that might  
indicate a threat to the tiny bundle she held clutched to her massive bosom. The tiny human babe  
in her arms suckled hungrily at her blushing blue tit as she held him protectively. The form and  
figure of every MIYA was so exotic and foreign that there was no way she could be mistaken for  
an organic creature. She was a specialized robot; her mechanized body designed to carry  
embryos to maturity while both protecting and nurturing them. Her embryo was now a baby, and  
ready to go to his new home.  
"Delivery for Mr. and Mrs. Gautier?" she announced in the monotone wrote that revealed her to  
be the mechanical being which she was.  
"Y-yes! Oh, yes! That's us!" Jessie yipped excitedly.  
"Congratulations, it's a boy!" declared the MIYA as she knelt to gingerly sling the baby's carrier  
over Jessie's neck.  
"Thank you!" Samson whined ecstatically, sniffing his new son and wagging his tail  
uncontrollably as the MIYA rose, his paws tapping out a merry rhythm on the entryway floor.  
"Have you decided on a name?" The MIYA queried in the same mechanical wrote.  
"I-I'm not entirely sure..." Jessie trailed off, placing a loving lick upon her new infant sons  
cheek, entirely lost in a surge of maternal love.  
"What about Francois, hun? You mentioned that after the hearing...You still like it?" Samson  
asked his wife haltingly. They had been so taken by surprise he'd almost forgotten their prior  
conversation in all the excitement.  
"Sure..." she murmured dreamily as she nuzzled her babe, and he wrapped his tiny hand in her  
fur. With the right hormone treatments her milk would come in swiftly and she would be nursing  
him herself in no time.  
"Francois Gautier; registration sucessful. Thank you for choosing Cloudhome Adoption Services.  
Enjoy family life, and have a lovely evening." She droned in response, before rising and  
retreating on her way back to Cloudhome, leaving the happy new family to get to know each  
other. Another miracle of technology all thanks to Cloudhome's slightly eccentric AC and it's  
wholesome yet deviant scheming.

 

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