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Hybrid: Working out the Kinks

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Patrick's body felt so tight, warm, unable to move, unable to look away, occasionally a blur goes past his face as he's locked in the pod. The previous day was lingering heavily on his mind. All the sex, the juices flooding into him, now, his aroused body, aching for more, unable move, the dildos shoved deep into his mouth, into his rear, mouth, the flow of rubber sliding into him. The collar tight around his neck, just like the cuffs as he hears the soft hypnotic words caressing his mind.

"Toy is a good toy."

"Toy loves to obey."

"Toy is an obedient toy."

Patrick continues to wait part of him patiently, as he was told but at the same time his desire to wait, to obey was pumping into his mind, it felt so nice to do as he was told. The mold squeezing every inch of his body, keeping his member out, hard, throbbing, while a pressure pulls under his balls, adding to the seemingly endless moment. Suddenly there is change, a black and cyan blur moving in front of him. His body tenses slightly as he knows deep down what this means. The blur stands in a spot for a moment before a soft hiss as cool air rushes against the rubber wrapping tightly around his body. The rubber suit feels so tight against him, like a second skin as he lets out a muffled groan before K-2003 goes to the mold and starts to detach the dildos from his mouth, rear. He lets out a breath and a soft cough as the mold pulls back, the suit clings to the mold for a brief moment.

Patrick feels the suit tugging at his human chest, his skin seeming to cling tightly to the suit around him, as his mind could almost piece together the sensation of breasts on his chest. Patrick leans in the back half of the pod as his pink rubber covered body looks forward, his mind haze of lust, and lack of sleep, the words of the collar still caressing his mind, always there, never ending as K-2003 smiles at him.

"Toy is a good toy."

"Toy loves to obey Maker."

"Good toy's obey their Maker," the voices whisper as K-2003 runs it's rubber hands along Patrick's body. Patrick lets out a soft moan as K-2003 kneads the rubber breasts. The toy looks over his body as Patrick closes his eyes for a moment, but when he opens, he looks up at K-2003 who looks into his eyes, the toy's softly glowing cyan eyes felt almost hypnotic.

"This one hopes you enjoyed your rest; you have much work to do today."

"W-work?" Patrick asks as he lets out another soft moan, feeling his cock suddenly be caressed by K-2003. His member a mix of draconic and vixen, his human member trapped under the rubber, hard, throbbing, dribbling. K-2003 gently tugs on his member, pulling him out of the pod with a schulnk and a creak of his rubber coated body.

"Come toy, you will see what this one means," K-2003 says as Patrick grunts and steps forward, his body tensing, his breaths are heavy, wanting as he stumbles forward, K-2003 catching Patrick in its arms.

"Careful toy, you need to take things slow as you get used to thinks," K-2003 assures Patrick, the toy's voice so soft, adding to the voices in his mind as he starts to stand up on his own again, K-2003's clit hood caressing and licking across the rubber covered cock, its juices soaking into his length, and increasing the burning arousing, desire into his body.

Each step Patrick makes felt heavy, his cock bounces, the cool air around the rubber made his member feel slightly cool itself, his mind thinking he feels the warmth of K-2003's clit hood, the cooling air across the length. His mind stews in lust as he takes those steps forward.

"That's a good toy," K-2003 says encouragingly as the toy helps him down platform.

"G-good t-toy?" Patrick moans as he leans forward, following K-2003 out of the molding pods, back down the hallway to the store floor. Patrick's lustful mind follows K-2003 like a moth to the flame. The burning, controlling sergal toy before him was too much for him to ignore, to look away. The tender movements, the caressing hand along his rubber covered length, the pleasure still bleeding through the rubber and deep into his body.

Patrick's gaze focuses on the smooth black rump of the toy before him, each sway of the hips, flick of a tail, it drew him forward, just like the toy's hand caressing his throbbing length. Each step drew him forward. The store front was quiet, the lights dimmed, the scent of rubber, leather laid heavy in the air, other toys walk around the store, doing what they have to do, as they pay no mind to K-2003 and the Rena-dragon hybrid walking through.

"This one didn't hear, did you earlier, did you rest well?"

"I... feel... tired," moans Patrick.

K-2003 steps as it looks over its shoulder "I? Oh no toy, you don't say I, there is none of that," K-2003 says as it turns to face Patrick, its hands gently squeezing Patrick's cock as it continues, "There is no I."

"There is no I," the voice in the back of Patrick's mind speaks at the same time.

"There is no me."

"There is no me."

"There is no myself."

"There is no myself."

"There is only this one, it, itself, and toy."

_"There is only this one, it, itself, and toy,"_the voice responds in the back of Patrick's mind as he feels a shiver run through his spine.

"Does toy understand? This one knows you are new, and still in molding. But fear not, it will become easier, you will be what you are meant to be, what your material has dictated for you to become. A wonderful well crafted toy for us," K-2003 says happily as it gives Patrick's muzzle a little lick as he simply moans in response.

"S-so... t-tired," Patrick replies as K-2003 tugs him forward.

"Don't worry, a little work will help you get some focus," K-2003 responds as they reach the other side of the store, entering an "Employees Only" section of the store, the stockroom. As they both enter, Patrick does not notice in his lustful state other toys working in the back, some many are full fledged others are similar Patrick, squirming, their suits, or what could be suits, some weren't squirming all that much and their suits look so streamline. Of course Patrick's suit is streamline, smooth, but when he moves the slight delay, the feel of the movement gives the sense that it is a suit rather than his skin, but this line is already blurred for him.

"Maker! This one is pleased to see you here today," G-2263 says as the black and purple rubber sergal toy approaches the two. Patrick turns and focuses on the other toy for a moment as he sees it's similar to K-2003, slightly shorter, more bust and overall mass to this toy unit. The glowing cuffs say "Fuck Toy" just the same though, but this model is clearly a shemale with a cock and ball harness that tightly holds the toy's bits, seemingly to squeeze the toy's balls down a few sizes.

"Hello toy, this one hopes you are doing well," K-2003 says as it moves closer, gently rubbing G-2263's rubber member, which throbs and twitch in the toy's hands. K-2003 guides Patrick forward, he shivers and moans as he feels his member rub up against the other toy.

"Very well Mistress," Moans G-2263.

K-2003 smiles happily, "That's good to hear. This one has a new prototype hybrid model it's working on. Using some new material to craft this one."

"New material? How wonderful Maker," G-2263 replies with a soft moan. Patrick shivers and moans in kind his hips bucking forward as he frots with the toy.

"M-material?" Patrick inquires as he bucks harder, arching his back, letting another soft pleasurable moan escape his lips, his rump tightens, causing the faux tail to sway behind him.

"This one hopes you will take good care of this one. It plans to make it the founder toy model for a new hybrid line. So lets of care must be taken for this one's programming and body. It has to be the finest quality toy that Toys-4-U expects," K-2003 explains.

"Of course Maker, this one will make sure it's well taken care of," G-2263 replies as K-2003 gives G-toy a nuzzle licks on its snout with a squeak, releasing both cocks from its grasp, "Good toy," K-2003 says as it gives Patrick's rump a firm squeeze, "See you later toy, listen to this one, it will help you become a good toy you are made to be," K-2003 says as it walks off. Patrick turns his head following K-2003, looking at its smooth rump as it exits.

"W-what does this mean?" Patrick manages to force the thought and question out from his lips as he feels a squeeze on his cock, his attention is pulled back to the other sergal toy who grins at him.

"This means you are a very special toy. Maker doesn't mold just any material, you should be very proud," G-toy explains.

"P-proud? I feel so horny, so tired," Patrick moans as the sergal toy pulls away, "You ready to be a good toy and get to work?"

"Good toy?" Patrick asks as his member is then caressed slowly, sensually similar to what K-2003 did.

"Yes you want to be a good toy, now don't you?"

"Good toy's love to obey."

"Toy is a good toy."

"Toy wants to serve."

"Toy wants to fuck."

_"Toy will do anything to be a good toy,"_the voice whispers in the back of Patricks mind as slowly he finds himself nodding, "Yes... good toy... I think."

"Silly toy," G-toy squeezes Patrick's length as it continues to say,"There is no I."

"There is no I," the voice in the back of Patrick's mind speaks at the same time.

"There is no me."

"There is no me."

"There is no myself."

"There is no myself."

"There is only this one, it, itself, and toy."

_"There is only this one, it, itself, and toy,"_the voice whispers as Patrick moans and nods.

"Y-yes... t-this one t-thinks it understands," Patrick replies as G-toy's fingers caress along the underside of his length gently fondling his balls for a moment before letting go.

"That's a good toy, now this one thinks it could use you to work on the lotions and polishers. They always get so disorganized throughout the day, so spend a moment on that before the truck comes," G-toy explains as it reaches down caressing Patrick's length as it guides him forward.

"Lotions? Polishes?" Patrick asks as he's led forward by his throbbing member. He lets out a soft moan as the next thing he knows he's standing in front of dozens of shelves with labels, boxes, and trays.

"Yes, here at the mega-store we sell a lot of toy polishes, leather polish, and pleasure lotions, pleasure lubricants. Here are the polishes, there are ones for leather, and ones for latex. These are the lotions, one for sensual aromas and scents, and body, and these are for pleasure. There are flavors, colors, many types. Also for the latex, there are normal suit latex polishes, and toy polishes. You will need to go through them, make sure everything is in order. They should be, but one could never know."

"So I...this one organizes the items here?" Patrick asks as G-toy gently runs its claws along his back.

"Yes, just go through, make sure everything is organized, easy to find. This one will find you when you're done."

"Okay," Patrick replies as he gets to work. The work itself though was mindless, mind numbing even. It seemed pointless. He checked and learned where everything is in the right place. But the job gave Patrick something to focus on, something to do. Any time he tried to think about simple things like, "Why am I doing this? Why am I at work? Why am I working?"

The endless whispers spoke up, answering Patrick's mental questions, "Toy is a good toy."

"Toy loves to obey."

"Good toy's obey."

"Toy is commanded, toy obeys."

Patrick shivers at the words, mumbles the words on occasion, "T-toy is a good toy. Toy obeys." Suddenly the door to the stockroom door opens and K-2003 comes back. Patrick turns his head and looks at K-2003 as a black and han purple sergal toy following in toe.

"Toy obeys its Maker."

"Toy serves its Maker."

"Maker made toy. It obeys," the voice whispers in Patrick's mind as K-2003 goes back to the other black and purple sergal toy. The two toys converse and after a little bit of time and some conversation between K-2003 and he han-purple sergal toy, which he swore he was mentioned, but his mind was too enthralled, too entrapped with the throbbing need between his legs to focus on what was being said. As K-2003 leaves it, giving a small smile over at Patrick, which causes a shiver in delight, his hips thrust forward as K-2003 disappears yet again. His hands drifting down to gently caress his throbbing rubber covered length as he hears whisper in the back of his mind.

"Good toys don't pleasure themselves."

"Good toys don't beg for release unless asked."

_"Good toys don't need to cum, only serve,"_the voice whispers in the back of Patrick's mind, his hands continue to caress and rub himself causing him to squeak and moan out in delight.

"What's this? You shouldn't be doing that," says G-2263 as Patrick jumps up in surprise.

"Doing what? This one wasn't doing anything," Patrick responds quickly.

"You weren't? That is right, your hands were busy pleasuring yourself instead of working. That's not good, you know that? And Maker is putting a lot of faith in your material. Becoming a base model is an important thing," G-2263 explains.

"B-base model?" Patrick asks as the sergal toy reaches down and gently grabs and caresses his hands away from his length, "Yes, one to be the founding toy model of many other toys, to be produced in the future. A rena-dragon hybrid is an interesting mix, you should be honored. Your material has to be considered just right for such a position."

"Really?" Patrick inquires as he feels a tingle rush through his spine, a shiver, a sense of joy, purpose which resonates through his mind, his body. He squeaks and wiggles his rump, "I-this one is important?"

"Yes you are," G-2263 says caressing Patrick's cock for a moment, leaning forward to gently rub and move down to Patrick's rump, giving it a nice firm squeeze. Patrick's body squeaks as he bucks forward, "Now you don't want to let Maker down do you? You want to work hard to be a good toy right?"

Patrick shivers as he looks up at the other toy, its domineering smile, that sergal smile, the sergal toy smile, it was so hard to ignore it was so much like K-2003's, "Y-yes. This one wants to be a g-good toy," Patrick remarks as another moan escapes his lips just as a bell rings.

"That's a good toy, and it seems delivery is here, time to get to more work toy, we have to take in the truck," G-toy says as it pulls back, "Follow toy," G-2263 commands as Patrick nods and follows. A female naga toy slithers and squeaks to the back door, pressing a button to raise the door shutters. The sound of a truck backing up with that constant beep, beep, beep. The truck stops and hisses as a human trucker jumps out of the back. Patrick stands to the side with other toys, female toys, shemale toys, of a few different species. The new han purple female sergal toy stands beside him as he squirms a little as the rollers are pulled forward, the experienced toys already know what to do to get ready.

"No matter how many times I do this, this is always a little odd," remarks the human as G-2263 approaches him.

"This one would think you'd enjoy the view of so many fine toy products," G-2263 replies.

"You have some of the right genders here, but none of the species I am fond of," he remarks.

"This one apologies."

"Yeah, yeah, let's get going," he remarks as he raises the door on the back of the truck.

Patrick looks over to the other toy that is under K-2003's influence but before he could muscle up the words to say anything against the soft spoken voice in the back of his mind, always caressing, always rubbing, always pushing his own mind to think about it.

"Good toys obey."

"Toy wants to be a good toy."

"Toy needs to be a good toy."

"Toy exists to serve."

"Toy is a thing, an object."

"Toy is a fuck toy."

Patrick listens for a moment before the unloading of the truck begins. It was quick, constant, busy work. Endless work as the items were unloaded, no time to think, no time to do anything but work and as Patrick worked the words continued to speak into his mind. The mindless boring work. His hands were busy working, his mind focused on what he needed to do as the hypnotic draw in his mind echos, pushing in every deeper, ever further into his mind, soothing him, his tired body, his tired movements were pushed forward, his throbbing length between his legs, the continued pleasure of doing what the voice encouraged him to do, to be a good toy and obey, to do the work that's before him.

Patrick looked at the human as he worked, he could say something. Just reach out and call for something, call for help? But then did he need help? He's being a good toy by working. Why would he want to call out? This feels so good, so pleasurable, so nice. Patrick tries to formulate the words, the thoughts that would lead to thinking of possibly calling out to the human, but he is just so tired, and this feels so nice. Working helps him keep his mind off of things, and it feels nice to work. To do as he is told, and the next thing he knew, the truck was taken in, the driver signing some papers with G-2263 before he leaves.

"Y-you're one of K-2003's toys as well?" Patrick manages to say to the han purple toy standing beside him.

"Yes, this one is. It just started to be Maker's wonderful toy," the toy responds as Patrick notices the female sergal's clit hood is up and throbbing like a cock, "This one saw you earlier and followed, now this one is like this and it's wonderful," he replies with a soft moan as he tenses and softly says, "Toy is a good toy."

The other toy's words echo and resonate within Patrick's mind as he suddenly says himself, "Toy is a good toy. Toy loves to obey."

G-2263 comes back and gently caresses both him and the toy beside him, "Good toys, but we have much work to do still. You will put away the overstock of the lotions and polishes. You've been working on it so hard already it will be easy to put away the items we can't put on the store floor," the toy says as it guides Patrick back to his position. Totes, and boxes of items already waiting for him. Another toy comes in from outside and carts a box over, having already gone through it on the store floor, and what's left is for Patrick to put away.

"O-okay... this one will," Patrick responds as he is gently pushed towards it. Patrick stumbles for a step before regaining his balance. He looks over his shoulder to see the other sergal toy guided away by G-2263 to do some other task.

Patrick resumes his mindless work, his mind numbing tasks, one that anyone could do without much effort, much focus, allowing his mind to wander into the arms of the voices that envelope it. His cock throbs, but he's told that good toy's don't touch themselves, his urge and want to release ever present, ever there but a good toy has too much work to do to spend time touching itself. A good toy must obey and do as it's told. Patrick must work to be a good toy. Regardless of what experience patrick has back here, the progress of putting away all of these items is slow, tedious and as the hours melt away Patrick just moves with the flow of his work, like a cog in a machine, doing the task as instructed.

And just like clockwork, just as Patrick finally finished putting away all the items, having caught up to the boxes that were stacked before him, K-2003 returns and smiles at him. G-2263 approaches K-2003 and the two talk for a moment and as they do K-2003 motions with its hand for Patrick to approach.

"This one has been hearing about how you've been doing Toy," K-2003 says as it smiles at him.

"Y-you have?" Patrick asks.

"Yes, and this one is happy you've been making progress. It's time you got some rest and get molded a little bit more, how does that sound?"

"I-it sounds good M-maker," Patrick replies with a needing pant.

K-2003 turns to face Patrick completely as it gently reaches down and caresses Patrick's rubber covered length with one hand, and gently teases G-2263's cock with the other, "That's very good to hear," it says as it looks over at G-toy, "You may go."

"Yes Maker," G-2263 moans happily as it departs as K-2003 guides Patrick via his throbbing needing sensitive length out of the stockroom and back to the sales' floor. Patrick follows mindlessly, not even paying note if the store is even open or close as he follows, watching, looking at the tall domineering toy before him. His mind swimming in lustful juices, an ocean of calming, soothing, burning arousal, boiling away any will or want to resist the touch, the caress of K-2003 and the words whispering in the back of his mind.

But Patrick wasn't a mindless husk, wasn't an empty shell, his mind continued to churn away, mostly to the voices, but something was nagging pulling at him that he had to ask, "M-maker, w-why d-do this to this one?"

K-2003 looks over its shoulder and smiles, "Why do you ask?" it inquires as they reach the other side of the store, going into the hallway that leads towards the toy molding rooms.

"T-this is so hard. I-toy struggling so much. It wants to cum so badly. It wants..."

K-2003 stops right before the toy molding room doors and faces Patrick, K-2003's hand never leaving his length. The toy's fingers coil around it, the palm of its hand squeak as it rubs against his cock head, the hand sliding down more his draconic penis, down far enough that the toy's finger tips could press and lift up to tease his heavy aching balls. As Patrick gasps, K-2003's other hand gently caresses his head, making him look up into its eyes, its softly glowing cyan eyes, "That is an excellent question toy and the answer is easy."

"I-it is?"

"One, first few days are always the hardest. Your material has been trapped in a way that others have said you to be, that its reluctant to accept the changes. This one spends time judging material, and yours has been wanting this. Needing this, but to break it down to fit the mold that suits you best takes time. Your faux desires of selfishness, greed, that you must do what you need to do for yourself, things that society has placed upon you has to be broken away, revealing the selfless, altruistic self that you desire to be. You've always wanted to give others joy, pleasure. To get your purpose out of serving others. The thought, the idea of being something more than just a simple human has always tantalized you hasn't it?"

Patrick heard the words, and they resonated within him, and it wasn't the pleasure, nor the voices in the back of his head, it was something deep within him that told him, yes, this is true, "Y-yes Maker," Patrick responds.

"You have good material but it's in bad shape. This one is here to guide your material to one that is proper to what it's supposed to be. A potter is nothing without good clay, and clay is nothing without a potter. This one will help you, guide you, towards what you've desired all along. It will help remove those impurities left within your material, and leave you slick, smooth, perfect for what you've been created to do. What you've been made to do. This is why this one is your Maker, for it is making your material into the best and finest quality toy that we a Toys-4-U have to offer."

"T-this one heard it is going to be a base mold?"

K-2003 smiles and tugs at Patrick's cock as they continue back their walk towards the molding pod, "You are a prototype toy. There are many types of prototypes, yours is one that you will know once complete enmass. But till then you need not worry about such things. You need to work with this one. To produce the fine quality base that is deserving of this company. This one knows you want to please this one," K-2003 says as Patrick follows nodding as they approach his mold once again.

"Y-yes, this one does," Patrick says as he tenses as he sees the mold, the plastic mold, each step up the stairs reminded him just how tired his body felt, how heavy the suit was, his mind having completely forgotten he was wearing a suit up till this point. K-2003 caresses and holds Patrick's sides as it turns him around and pushes him back into the mold. Patrick's rubber clad body slips back and into the embracing mold, the plastic walls feeling just a bit off, just like before. His rump squeezed, his sides teased, his tail held tightly as it felt oddly relaxing to lay at a slight angle back into the mold.

"Good toy. As you get molded things will become easier, you won't feel as tired, your mind will clear, and sensations clearer, better, the pleasure will increase even more."

"Even more?" Patrick asks in a soft moan as K-2003 gently squeezes Patrick's rubber breasts, tugging at the nipples giving a sensation so faint in Patrick's mind that he's not even sure if it's really there or not.

"Yes Toy, now lean back, relax and let this one mold you into the good toy that you were made to be," K-2003 says as it takes a step back moving back to the control console, pressing a few buttons as the top of the mold slides down over him. Patrick gasps as his mouth is opened via the mold, his cock held tightly in the press down below, his snatch behind his balls feels a pressure pushing deep into him, a little uncomfortable at the moment as everything feels a little off from where it should be.

K-2003 becomes the familiar black and cyan blur, and all the noises of the world around him are almost completely blocked as tubes come down from the ceiling. K-2003 takes the first draconic shaped dildo tentacle, slipping it into Patrick's muzzle, his tongue tasting the rubber dildo even though his tongue is tasting the rubber of the suit that covers it. K-2003 twist locks the cock into Patrick's muzzle as slick gooey rubber flows into his muzzle, down his throat and into his gut.

The next pressure he feels is in his rump, his pucker is pierced by K-2003 shoving another draconic dildo into his body, a twist and and a lock as before, his prostate squeezed tightly by the force, Patrick's rump squeezing tightly the invader behind him as he lets out a muffled groan that is downed out by the rubber flowing into him. His rear soon experiencing the rubber warmth flooding his bowels as a hiss is heard as air is sucked out from the mold, his body forced to fit the plastic and the tight embrace. K-2003 stands before him for a moment, letting him see the toy's blurr form for a moment. All noise from the outside world is now completely blocked, he can't move, he can't see, all he can do is 'rest' in the mold as his body is forced to fit every contour of it. All Patrick can do is listen to the voice in the back of his mind.

"Good toys serve."

"Good toys obey."

"You are a good toy."

"You are an object."

"You are a thing."

"You are a fuck toy," the voices continue to alternate, drown out thoughts as his mind tries to think, tries to relax, tries to sleep, all of which will be in vain. The blur soon leaving him, leaving him to his bondage, his molding, the only thing to catch his attention some hours later is a black and han purple blur walking with a familiar black and cyan across his field of vision, but it is barely a footnote as he remains there, helpless as he's molded further into being a good rena-dragon toy.