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Infectious Toys: First Contact

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Kirisha, a green scaled voluptuous featherless anthropomorphic utahraptor dominatrix paces in her living room of her spacious two-story home as she pulls out her smartphone and looks at the time and the current predicted location of what is irking her, “This is the first and last time I use a discount toyification company. If my precious pet doesn’t come out exactly like I ordered to every specification, there will be words,” she grumbles.

Kirisha’s hips sway with each step, her tail following the path of her previous movements as her obsidian sickle claw twitches on her inner toe which isn’t bothered by the angle of her shiny black high heel shoes. Her tight leather creaks as it clings to her body huge gold rings along the sides of her leather pants show her green scales and a hidden tease of her distinct lack of panties.

“First they say there was some ‘complication’ with the rubberizing process, then they were telling about testing and adjusting the programing for safety, but by then they were delayed by two weeks! I can’t believe I had to go to the vice-president to get my new toy delivered this decade,” she grumbles as she lets out a huff of annoyance as she is about to pull out her phone again when the door belly rings.

Kirisha feels a jump of excitement run through her as she casually walks to the door where an anthropomorphic male fox is there with a shipping crate taller than him, “Hello, a Miss Raptor?”

“Yes that’s me.”

“Can I see some ID please.”

“Sure,” she says as she pulls it out right quick. The fox smirks as he looks at the ID and “her” for a good minute, “Thank you, just sign here, here and here.”

“Alright,” Kirisha replies as she does so. Kirisha looks up at the fox who is obviously staring at her outfit, “Would you care for a soda or something?” she asks as his ears shoot up.

“I’ll take a soda,” he responds with a grin.

“Can you cart that into my living room, and I’ll get you something.”

“I appreciate that,” he responds as he carts it in, looking around the room with an eager tail sway when Kirisha returns with the soda.

“Here you go, have a good day.”

The grabs the soda happily but his ears flatten with her next words, “Thank you,” he replies holding back any hint of disappointment as he heads off.

Kirisha turns to the box as she looks over it, “Time to see the results,” she says eagerly as she retrieves a crowbar and with a few good pulls the wood creaks and the lid pops open as an avalanche of styrofoam peanuts into the living room. “Damn it, they could have warned me,” she grumbles as she peeks inside to see a sleek dark blue, black stripped and light blue bellied colored featherless rubber anthropomorphic utahraptor standing there with dozens of styrofoam peanuts clinging to its naked body. Around the toy’s neck is black and blue collar with silver metal tag and D ring in the front. On the tag engraved in simple lettering it says “toy”.

“Wakey, wakey Nargus, oh wait, I should call you toy now, shouldn’t I?” Kirisha asks with a soft chuckle as Nargus-toy opens its eyes revealing its yellowed serpent slit eyes for the first time. The dark container reveals that have a delightful soft yellow glow to them. Nargus-toy looks to Kirisha and instantly recognizes her as it’s owner with complete rights over itself, but at the same time the toy feels an urge to reach out, touch, hug, snuggle, press itself against her till….

“Greetings Mistress!” Nargus-toy says happily with a soft raptoric trill as it reaches out to hug Kirisha but Kirisha takes a step back and shakes her head.

“Toy, did I say you could hug me yet?”

“No Mistress. You did not. This one apologizes,” Nargus-toy responds as it barely holds itself in check to its Mistress’ command over its compulsion to touch.

“Good. Now step out of the box completely so I can inspect you,” she commands.

“Yes Mistress,” Nargus-toy responds as the toy’s hips sway sensually, sexually as countless more peanuts are spread out into the room and over its form. Kirisha takes a moment to get close and inspect her newest toy.

“Good toy. Now tell me who were you?”

“Nargus your faithful pet.”

“And what are you now?”

“Toy, subsect name Nargus, your object toy for your service and needs.”

Kirisha grins, “And is my toy pleased with what was done to it?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Why?”

“Now it can better serve you.”

“I certainly hope so. And to think this was your idea. Though I guess can’t be help, when a male raptor falls for a lesbian domme, some sacrifices in pleasing me must be made,” Kirisha jokes.

“Yes Mistress. This one is happy to serve you.”

“Good, but before you do,” Kirisha says as she runs her claw mere millimeters from Nargus-toy’s skin, the warmth of which causes the itch to touch, to feel that claw against its skin, to just reach up and touch Mistress to grow. It wants to… like it wanted to climax during its first year of training to be her pet and eventual toy.”

“What is that Mistress?” it asks as it tilts its head to the side with a raptoric inquisitive pur, its body squeaks as it adjusts itself.

“You need to clean this mess. Look at all these styrofoam peanuts all over the place and clinging to you. I won’t have my new toy dragging this all over the house.”

Nargus-toy looks at the hundred or so of packaging peanuts clinging all over its sleek rubber body and hundreds more on the floor, “Yes Mistress. This one will clean it right away,” it responds as it rushes to grab a garbage bag, broom and vacuum as it gets to work.

“And do your best to do it on all fours toy. I like to see that cute new rump of yours hiked, and those breasts hang underneath. I have to see what kind of job quality they did when they made you.”

“Yes Mistress!” Nargus-toy chirps as it falls onto all fours and gets to work. Kirisha stalks around her new toy, monitoring its work ethic, mood, the motions of its body, all of which appear to be spot on in mind, personality, and fluid of motion.

As the toy cleans Kirisha couldn’t help but chuckle at the static electricity effect causing the foam peanuts to fly up along the toy’s skin. Nargus-toy squeaks and giggles at the ticklish nature of its predicament but doesn’t stop because of it.

Steadily the peanuts are cleaned up, Kirisha admiring the firm blue and black rubber female butt that its toy now possess and just when the toy is almost done, Kirisha clears her throat and says, “Toy.”

“Yes Mistress?” Nargus-toy responds as it kneels before Kirisha like a puppy, “What is it do you need?”

“It appears some of the peanuts have gotten on me. Remove them, delicately, I haven’t given you permission to allow yourself to be touched by me.”

“Yes Mistress,” Nargus-toy responds as it sees the few peanuts clinging to Kirisha’s leather pants. As the toy leans in it feels a tick in the back of its mind, “Touch. Touch. Have to touch. Need to touch. Must touch,” the sensation builds up it as its hands shake slightly pinches with its claws one of the peanuts and pulls it away.

Kirisha raises an eye ridge in inquiry, “Is everything okay toy?”

“Yes Mistress. This one simply really wants to please you. To touch you. To enjoy you,” it responds with a raptoric purr.

She smiles at her toy, “I know you do toy, and you will soon, but you need to finish this job first.”

“Yes Mistress,” it responds as it picks off the remaining peanuts off of her and its body. The toy drags the bag of garbage outside on all fours, never deviating from its Mistress’ command.

“Take that outside too, and you can walk to do it. Inform me if it is too heavy to carry,” she commands as the toy nods.

“Yes Mistress,” Nargus-toy responds as it grabs the now empty crate and with surprising ease picks it up and takes it outside. Kirisha watches curiously and nods as she thinks.

“It appears it has more strength now, yet still very much in control. At least right now. I don’t see any defects and I can clearly still see Nargus’ personality ingrained into the toy persona that he now is. I wonder if they delays were just the makers enjoying their own product too much.”

As Nargus-toy carries the heavy crate outside it can’t help but think, “Toy is a good toy. Toy is obedient. Toys love to obey. Toy loves toys. Toys are good. Toys are perfect. Must enjoy toys. Must obey Mistress. Good toys. Obey. Toy is a lovely toy. Toy is the best toy. Toys must be the best toy. Toy must touch… serve. Obey. Touch. Serve. Good toys. Sexy toy. Obey its purpose… serve… spread… touch,” as its programming idles through its mind. The toy places the crate down with a heavy thud and returns to back inside, its hips swaying widely with each step with a sensual sexy tease, with the tail hiked just enough to give a sneak peek at its dripping wet sex, which causes its thighs to squeak when they gently brush up against each other.

“Come here toy,” Kirisha commands as Nargus-toy feels a rush of pleasure through it as it sprints into the living room to see Kirisha leaning back on her red leather chair. Her leather clothing creaks against the chair as she motions for it closer, “Kneel before me toy.”

“Yes Mistress,” it responds without a single thought of hesitation. The toy’s breasts slightly as it gets onto its knees, its tails ways behind it eagerly as it looks up at Kirisha’s strong piercings eyes as it patiently waits for her next command, while feeling the eager urge to touch her…

Kirisha grins, “Good toy,” she says domineeringly as she stares down at her toy for a moment. Nargus-toy watches patiently, its body squeaks with its subtle movements, “How do you think they did in turning you into a toy Nargus?”

Nargus-toy sits there not responding as they stare at each other in silence before Kirisha asks, “How do you think they did turning you into a toy, toy?”

“This one um…” it thinks for a moment, “The feelings and thoughts in its head make it hard to focus on now being a toy. To not do what its body commands it to do. What you command it to do. It is not sure how to quantify how well of a job they did in crafting this one as a toy. This one knows they did talk about this one a lot as it was being molded.”

“Oh? And what did they say?”

“It’s not sure. Its memory is fuzzy as it thinks back on it. Their words are covered up by toy’s thoughts of being a good toy for Mistress,” it explains.

“I see. Good toy. I appreciate your responses, now you may lick the heel of my shoe. I know how you particular always felt more submissive when I made you do feet stuff. Thank my humanities teacher, teaching me on your particular raptor culture, may she rest in peace and know her knowledge is being put to good use,” she says as she holds the sole of her high heel shoe up to him.

“Yes Mistress, it sure is,” Nargus-toy responds as it moves up and gently caresses Kirisha’s leather shoe. The toy runs its rubber pink tongue across the base, coiling its tongue around the high heel end as it suckles, all the while the toy carefully only holds the shoe as it’s body tenses with conflicting feelings, thoughts, desires within its mind.

“Toy has not been told to touch Mistress. Toy must obey. Toy must touch. Good toys touch. Good toys obey. Toy is obedient. Toy is a good toy. Toy must touch. Toy must not touch till Mistress says. Toy… is… good… toy,” it squirms and whines softly as it suckles and licks the shoe.

“Good toy. Polishing my shoe like that. And don’t worry, once you have that shoe done, there is another ready to be cleaned by that tongue of yours.”

“Y-yes Mistress,” Nargus-toy responds as it diligently works on the shoe. The taste of leather and shoe polish lingers on the toy’s tongue as it licks across, its claws careful not to scratch the shoe, nor touch its wonderful Mistress as it polishes it and once done, it only repeats the process with the other shoe.

Kirisha watches with bemusement at the quality and obedience her new toy demonstrates before her. As she sees her toy finish her other shoe, she pulls her foot back and commands, “On your back and present yourself, crotch towards me toy.”

“Yes Mistress!” the toy replies with glee as it presents its needy dripping glistening rubber sex to her. Kirisha eyes it with enjoyment as she stands between the toy’s spread legs. She looks down at her naked toy as it lays on the ground, back arched, breasts squeezed together by the toy’s arms as it s claws are pulled up against its body in a show of utter submission while its legs are spread as far as she can, the toy’s tail still as Kirisha stands over it, one foot on each side.

“Good toy,” Kirisha says as Nargus-toy lets out a submissive raptoric chirp, “I bet you are very needy toy. After all that training, and molding, I bet you weren’t even allowed to cum once as they turned you from a male raptor into a female toy.”

“N-No Mistress. Not once,” it whines.

“Would my toy like to cum?”

“Only if Mistress wants it to.”

Kirisha chuckles, “Good answer,” she replies as she takes a step forward and steps onto her toy, putting only a small part of her weight down onto it, as Kirisha runs the heel of her shoe along her toy’s twitching sex.

Nargus-toy moans out softly, arching its breast more, as it pants in delight. The toy’s feels a burst of pleasure as Kirisha slowly rubs her heel against the tender rubbery flesh. The pressing of Kirisha’s shoe just above her sex adds to the sensation as it’s a firm reminder of its place under her.

“If anything hurts you are to inform me toy. I will continue if you have no objections.”

“Please Mistress, continue,” Nargus-toy respond as it tries to buck its hips against the high heel but the rest of Kirisha’s shoe.

“Hmm, yes I will, but I almost forgot,” she says as she grabs the black leather leash she has sitting on the armrest of her chair. She leans down, steadily putting more weight onto her toy as she closely pays attention to its reaction, but as she leans forward only moans and pleading eyes for more greet her.

“It appears this isn’t hurting my toy at all. Good, this means I can go rougher on it and our specifications on how we wanted him to be came out right,” Kirisha thinks as she clicks the leash to Nargus-toy collar.

“Thank you, Mistress,” Nargus-toy moans out as Kirisha stands back up straight and slips the heel of her shoe back into its body.

“Welcome toy,” Kirisha responds with a smirk as she tugs on the leash, keeping it nice and taught as she grinds her heel into the toy’s sex. Loud squeaks and moans escape from the toy underneath her as she pumps her foot harder and harder against her toy’s tender needy body.

Nargus-toy pants loudly, drooling in delight that it is being used, abused, taken like the good toy that it is. It looks up at its owner, Kirisha with pleading needing eyes for more while it feels the other urge build up within it, “Touch. Spread. Touch. Touch. Touch. You want to touch. Good toys touch. Spread. Touch. Good toy’s touch,”

Nargus-toy whines in delight but need as it holds back the sensation as even now Mistress’ has not given it the vital command to allow it to free itself from the chains of its own mind. Helplessly it squirms underneath her as its pleasure rises higher and higher. Despite the heel’s small size, the toy’s tight grip around the heel makes it feel many folds larger in sensation.

It’s body squeaks and quakes with delight and anticipation of its first climax of a glorious toy underneath its owner. It feels itself getting closer and closer as Kirisha lets out another delicious command, “Tease your breasts toy. Draw out your pleasure, and be wonderful eye candy to me, and only then will I let you climax.”

“Y-yes Mistress,” it responds as its hidden claws slip out from behind its arms and grip tightly around its round mounds. The breasts squeak and it moans as it claw tips play with its own perk nipples. Kirisha lets out a growl if approval as her sex is warm and wet from the display her toy is giving her. The sweet scent of her sex reaches Nargus-toy’s nose, a smell it recognizes from the time before it was perfected as a wonderful toy.

Nargus-toy feels its sex grip even harder around the heel. It feels as if it might even snap the heel right off in its eagerness and delight as it is being pounded away. Higher and higher it is pushed to a new level of nirvana, yet its climax was still out of reach. Its body begged for it, but in truth it was screaming something else, “Touch the Mistress. Touch the Mistress. TOUCH the Mistress,” but like everything the decision was not to be made by it. Mistress’ decree was the law of the land, the binds of its mind, body and soul, and it would not even think of breaking them no matter what else it body wanted.

Then those sweet words reach its earholes, “Cum toy.”

Nargus-toy lets out a trill of delight as its climax is hit. The toy’s hot juices squirt out of its needy sex like a squirt gun, shooting a good foot out and onto its own tail as Kirisha milks the sex with the shoe, “Good toy. Enjoy it. Ride it out. Let everything fade away but the sensation of this moment.”

“Yes Mistress,” the toy meekly responds as its climax slowly subsides. The toy’s wet rubbery juices dripping from the underside of Kirisha’s heel. Kirisha watches its toy pant and moan in need, enjoying its afterglow as Kirisha gives a few more pleasing pumps of her shoe before she slinks back down into her chair. “Good toy, now lick,” she commands as she holds up her dripping heel.

Nargus-toy feels the tug of its owner’s leash as it’s pulled back up into a kneeling position, the shoe with its dripping heel now taking full attention, “Yes Mistress,” it responds as licks across the heel. The toy tastes its own sweet juices on the leather as its body shivers and wants for more… much more.

“Good toy,” Kirisha replies as she watches her toy work, cleaning off the show. “Now take off my shoe.”

“Y-yes Mistress,” Nargus-toy responds as it gently unties the show and slips it off, revealing Kirisha’s sharp obsidian claws and her green scaled sole of her foot. Nargus-toy whines in needy as it feels itself so close to touching its Mistress, yet still so far away. The foot is pulled away as the other shoe is held up.

“And the other.”

“Yes Mistress,” Nargus-toy responds as it does the same. The need to just touch its Mistress pounding in the back of its mind, caressing every thought as it waits for its owner’s next command. “Put them away and then take the position in front of me. I’ve had a long day.”

Those words sang out to Nargus-toy like an angelic choir. It knew exactly what it meant and what was going to happen, “Yes Mistress!” it responds as it takes the shoes back to their storing place up in its owner’s bedroom, where it becomes once again one of dozens of pairs of shoes for her to one day wear again.

As it returns the toy thinks, “Toy will touch Mistress. Mistress will touch toy. Toy is a good toy. Touch Mistress. Toy obeys. Touch Mistress. Touch Mistress,” the excitement builds within it greater than that of its own recent climax, the juices of which slowly run down its tail. Kirisha watches it approach as she lifts her feet up, ready to rest them on its back as it becomes Mistress’ personal step stool.

Nargus-toy gets onto all fours, it straightens its back and hikes its tail as it feels a tingle of delight from the anticipation of what is to happen. Kirisha watches as it, as it takes the position like it has done so many times before its processing into a perfect toy. Now it is here to service its Mistress once again, “Is this good Mistress?” it asks as it tries to hold back its excitement as its mind runs with the thought, “Mistress will touch this one. Mistress will touch this one. Mistress will touch this one.”

“Very good toy,” Kirisha responds as she rests her feet onto her toy’s back. The smooth sleek rubber runs across her heels. She lets out a soft sigh of enjoyment as she runs her scaled heals across the rubbery back which feels unnoticeably nicer than she expected. She runs her heels against her toy’s back, the squeaks of rubber grows slightly louder as she closes her eyes and leans back to relax.

Unknown to her, the moment her scales touched her rubber toy, her scales began to change from their green to a darkening blue or black, the scales softened and shined as they became rubber just like her toy.

The changes spread up her feet, causing them to tingle in a warm pleasure as Kirisha lets out another soft sigh as she feels as she imagines she has put up her feet against a warm fire. Her claws twitch as they become shiny rubber claws. Her feet gently rub against each other, sending soft pleasures up her own spine, causing her to let out a moan as she feels a tingle within her sex as arousal builds.

“This does feel nice,” Kirisha mutters.

“Thank you, Mistress,” Nargus-toy responds as it feels the delightful touch of its Mistress against its body. The toy follows its command, being a wonderful step stool for its owner, while its sex drips with the delightful feeling what it is doing now, touching, spreading, is good, the best, wonderful. The itch that has gnawing in the back of its mind finally being scratched allowing it to clearly think of servicing its Mistress.

It looks over its shoulder up at its Mistress as it watches through the leather the transition of Kirisha’s scales to rubber, the patterns mimicking that of its own body perfectly. The toy tilts its head curiously as it inquires, “Mistress?”

“What is it toy?” Kirisha asks as she feels the warming pleasure build up her legs. She gently rubs them together; the squeaks she hears against the creaking of her leather she tosses up to her toy nearby.

Nargus-toy works to formulate the words but the sensation it is doing good. Spreading, making perfect. Making Mistress perfect. Perfection, good perfect toys, muddles its mind as it simply responds, “Are you feeling good?”

Kirisha nods, “Yes toy, wonderful. Thank you for asking,” she replies as the rubber transition has now spread up her inner thighs. Her sex now burning with every increasing lust as the wave of transformation that is crawling up her skin moves ever closer toward one important center of her body.

“That’s good Mistress,” Nargus-toy responds as it feels the urges, _“Toy is doing good. Toy is touching. Toy is spreading. Toy is perfection. Toy is a good toy. Toy serves. Toy is servicing by spreading. Toy is perfecting Mistress. Perfection is good.” _ Nargus-toy simply falls into a simple mindless state of lust and delight as it knows it is doing good. It feels down in its very core and purpose of existence as it follows Mistress’ command.

While the toy falls into a mindless state, Kirisha’s mind is running through her duties, things she must attend to, but softly she feels an itch, an urge, “Touch” “pleasure” “Service” Soft at first but as the rubber transition envelopes and slips into her crotch, her lust grows several fold within a few seconds. Kirisha idly runs her claws across her scaled breasts, tweaking her nipples before running her claws between her crotch. She presses the leather against her tender sex creating a camel toe with her pants as she lets out a moan.

She could only put a soft spring of water on the burning fire within her loins as she soon dips her hand underneath her pants and into her sex. Her claws slip into her body with squeaky sleek ease, the warm juices providing ample lubrication to make the process easy, but as she squeezes her own fingers, she feels the smooth rubber of her nethers press around her scales, adding a tingling pleasure along her claws as the rubber begins to spread there.

Kirisha feels a shudder as a rush of adrenaline which would have normally ended any sensation of arousal only puts fuel to the fire, but also alerts her to the problem. Her eyes shoot open as she pulls her hand out of her pants as sleek bluish rubber juices drip from her now blue rubber claws. The last bit of her green scales on her thumb just become overtaken by the spreading rubber, while the process is already an inch down her wrist, the sight of which causes her to jump to her feet knocking her toy over in the process.

“Mistress?” Nargus-toy inquires with a soft inquisitive purr of concern.

“Toy what is this?!” she exclaims as she feels the warm pleasure of the spreading rubber down her arm, and now up her belly and spreading down her tail. Kirisha grabs her arm at the point the transformation with her unaltered hand but only succeeds in creating a new point of the spreading rubber on her other hand.

“Toy is not sure. But toy feels it is a good thing. A wanted thing. Toy is perfect. Mistress like toy, Mistress will be perfect,” Nargus-toy explains with a soft raptoric chirp.

“God damn that cheap fucking company. I should have never. Toy how do you stop this?!” she yells as the toy recoils.

“This one doesn’t know Mistress. Doesn’t it feel good?”

“Y-yes, but… that’s not the point! I need to call them. Where is their damn number,” she growls as she walks off. Her body squeaks against the rubber as the transformation slides up and down her back, her breasts gripped by the transforming rubber as they strangely leave her cup size alone despite everything else being a perfect clone of her raptor toy.

Kirisha pants and growls while trying to hold back moans as the pleasure burning within her grows. Needs, desires, she looks around for the number as the change has reached down her entire tail tip. The leather tightly rubs against her body, teasing her, toying with her body ever more as around her neck a thick collar like her toy steadily forms, including a ring and tag.

The tight grip of the collar around her neck feels comforting in a way that she has never felt before. Like an addiction she didn’t know she had, but now feels so good it is being satisfied. The rubber creeps up her head slipping into her ear holes and mouth. In vain she attempts to “spit” the rubber out.

“It’s on my cell!” yells Kirisha in frustrated realization as she pulls out her smartphone from her pocket. She places the phone up to her face for facial recognition but as it rejects her, she sees the last bits of her green scales disappear under a sea of blue and black rubber, and now staring in front of her is a perfect identical pattern wise of her rubber raptor toy. Even the tag around her neck says “Toy”

“Damn it…” she growls as she switches to her password which she fumbles with as pleasure and desires muddle her thoughts.

“Toy is a good toy.”

“Toy obeys.”

“Toy serves.

“Toy likes to touch.”

“Toy spreads.”

“Toy is perfect.”

“Perfection.”

“Touch. Spread. Good toy. Perfect toy.”

“Obey.”

“Serve.”

“Spread.”

Kirisha groans as she manages to unlock the phone just before she drops it. It clatters and skids across the ground as she drops to all fours, the burning lust within her egging her to touch herself. To rub herself.

Nargus-toy watches with concern, not moving from its spot as it sees its Mistress struggle with her new changes. It tries to think of what to do as its instincts pull and tug at its mind, “Help. Spread. Pleasure. Please. Touch. Help. Please,” Nargus-toy whines as it feels its own pleasure as Kirisha hikes her blue rubber tail high in the air, revealing the leather covered rubber rump. The urge to do something swells up within the toy.

Kirisha meanwhile pants heavily the urge within her to submit to the new sensations grows more and more, “Be a good toy. Submit. Obey. Toy. Spread. Touch. Mindlessly obedient. Service. Spread. Make more toys. Be a good toy. Obey.”

Kirisha grunts as she reaches out toward her phone, “I must…” she moans as she feels a tight grip on her pants. The sensation of the touch of another is like miniature explosions of pleasure that arches her back, “Touch is good. Must touch. Must spread.”

She looks over her shoulder to see her toy pulling down her pants revealing her dripping sex to the the world. The cool air crashes against her nethers like waves of the ocean crashing upon the rocks. Her body needs more, aches for more as she tries to collect her thoughts to tell her toy to stop all she manages to say out of her rubber lips is, “T-toy?”

“This one is here to help Mistress,” it responds as it flips itself onto its back and slips its head between Kirisha’s legs. The back of its head rests on the portion of pulled down pants which helps force its toy’s mouth between her legs.

Nargus-toy runs its rubbery tongue along Kirisha’s rubbery cloned sex. Kirisha lets out a deep moan as her claws twitch. She tries to reach out toward her phone, her claw tips tapping along the edge, spinning the phone but as her toy lets out another long squeaky lick across her nethers Kirisha recoils. Her legs squeakily squeeze Nargus-toy’s head, keeping the toy’s focused on its duty.

“T-toy!” Kirisha cries in delight as Nargus-toy feels a surge of pleasure as it wraps its mouth around Kirisha’s crotch and dives its tongue right into her aching sex. She can feel her toy’s slick rubbery tongue slip deep into her folds. Her body instinctively milks it as she feels the sensation of her “duplicate” playing with her body, the thought of which is only rewarded with increased pleasure.

Nargus-toy feels the same delight as its tongue slips ever deeper into its Mistress’ sex. Mistress who has been perfected to be like toy. A clone of toy, a clone of toy’s perfection, a perfect copy. The feelings swelled with int, it felt proud, good, delighted with what happened and what it was doing. The pleasure and rewarding sensation dulled its thinking to the implications of what was happening. Only thoughts of continuing, pushing its Mistress towards climax, to touch, spread, flowed into the toy’s core motivation for its thoughts.

Kirisha tensed and moaned even deeper as she felt these same thoughts penetrating into her mind like the penetration of her toy’s tongue into her body. When her toy gripped her rump and squeezed, kneading her rump cheeks and pushing its head into her nethers, Kirisha couldn’t help but moan and buck her hips into the toy’s face.

“Good toy. Obey. Serve. Touch. Spread. Toy is perfect. Spread perfection. Only perfection can please perfection perfectly,” the thoughts pushed into the Kirisha’s mind, driving deeper and deeper into her psyche. Kirisha’s rubber feet ran across the ground in loud squeaks as she tries one last time to push herself forward by her toy tightly holds onto her and the last energy in her legs gives out collapsing her onto her toy’s head who continues to pleasure her unabated by what is happening.

Kirisha’s blue rubber mounds press into the ground, squeezing together as they send pleasure through her. Kirisha reaches out toward the phone. Her pants and moans ever so slowly sounds different than before. Her domineering voice sounds softer, higher, cuter than it did. Just as feminine but now… different and as the phone slips from her most recent attempt to grab it, she realizes that she sounds like the toy busily working towards her blissful climax.

“T-toy…” Kirisha cries out in delight. The soft words spoken ring into Nargus-toy’s mind.

“Toy is doing good. Good toy. Service. Climax. Perfect. Complete the perfection,” wordless at times but the meaning strong, the feeling powerful in its mind, the drive to make its Mistress climax was as maddening and driven as its own desire to climax and to touch its Mistress.

Kirisha’s head swims in ever increasing lust and burning heat in her crotch. She closes her eyes as she feels herself wanting, no, needing to focus on the pleasure. Her thoughts growing ever more muddled and harder to sort out with each passing moment, with each slurp. Her sex flows like a melting glacier as her toy’s tongue melts its way into her body, driving her to the brink of sanity as she couldn’t only help but want more.

Time blurs for her as her toy goes faster and faster, deeper and deeper. The toy’s muzzle presses open her sex, spreading it, allowing long deeper licks with its tongue across her perfectly matching folds. Kirisha’s tail lays along Nargus-toy’s body, spreading the breasts apart, and the very tip lands and touches the toy’s dripping hot sex. The heat of which makes her only want to do one thing… to slip her tail in.

With a grunt and a grind and without thought, Kirisha’s blue rubber tail slips into her toy’s perfectly crafted slit of pleasure. Her toy expertly milks the tail tip as she wiggles the tip within her toy. And as both Kirisha and her toy’s pleasure increase, it becomes ever harder for Kirisha to keep any focus on anything but this moment, up to and including who or what she truly is.

Kirisha’s mind is lost in a haze of delight, lust, and pleasures she could have never hoped to enjoy or even fathom possible. It felt like heaven on earth and it was all due to her toy. Submit to the pleasure. Submit to her body. Submit to what she is now. A “near” perfect clone of her toy. The impossible done twice, perfection twice in the world. With an endless desire to make it happen again, and again, and again.

Kirisha feels herself falling into the storm of pleasure as she fondles her own breasts only in a vain attempt to help push her over the edge. Bits and pieces of her are washed away in the storm, sinking down under the waves down to her crotch where it continues to dam up, which only makes the pressure, pleasure and desire to reach her climax only greater.

Like instinctive beasts they work on the other to reach the lustful filled outcome that their bodies and minds are screaming for them to reach. Kirisha moans deeply, arching her back, claws squeaks against the ground as the need, desire, and even the thought of reaching for the phone leaves the forefront of her mind.

All of Kirisha’s worries, cares, and desires that don’t align with this one moment disappear, but yet in the depths of going over the brink there is a hint of control, determination from her. Subtle indications that she has not completely given into what her new self-desires. Her thighs squeeze and push Nargus-toy’s head up into her sex, forcing it to dive in deeper, not that the hungry toy minded it one bit. Kirisha’s clone tail slips and wiggles in deeper, pushing hard, teasing her fellow toy’s body, showing dominance yet also reciprocation of pleasure.

The two squeak and moan against the other, two near perfect clones of the other as only Kirisha’s larger bust was the only difference between her and the toy that is driving her absolutely wild with pleasure that is beyond comprehension.

“Good toy. Pleasure. Obey. Corrupt. Spread. Touch. Pleasure, good toy,” these thoughts echo out of the storm of pleasure as the edge was quickly approaching. Warm toy juices leaked from Kirisha’s sex, her eyes glossed over as only the fortitude of her mind has kept her from completely losing herself into being a complete toy like the one between her legs.

Parts of her nonetheless were lost in the storm, mixing with her dripping sex as it all built up to one climactic moment. The sheer force of the climax was beyond anything that could be described by any mere mortal, yet here it was, experienced by her, a reward for fulfilling the desires of her body. Already as she trills out in pleasure, Nargus-toy feels the climax of his owner, and reaches its own limit in kind, the warm bliss of it all puts in an innate desire, a need, a purpose of existence to experience this fleeting bliss once again.

The addiction seeps deep into their brains as they are further wired to the laws of their bodies, their nature warping them further as Kirisha humps into her toy’s face, and the toy happily is humped as it drinks up every last drop. The two toys collapse onto each other in exhaustion and for a few moments their consciousness slips in the afterglow. Was it one second that passed? A minute? An hour? An entire day? They didn’t know.

When Kirisha-toy awoke she lifted her head slowly, moaning in delight and need. She stretched and squeaked as she felt the sensation of Nargus-toy still between her legs. She moans softly feeling different than what she was before. Memories intact, thoughts though have seemed to clear as the desire as innate and simple as to eat when hungry and drink when thirsty have been embedded into her body. The desire to touch, to spread, to corrupt, to make more.

As this feeling filled through her mind, she looked at her toy and smiled, she reached down and squeezed the toy’s near-identical breasted, tweaking the nipples between her claws, “Wake up toy,” she chirps as Nargus-toy moans out and then quickly awakens.

“Mistress!” Nargus-toy chirps out as Kirisha-toy squeezes her legs and holds Nargus-toy’s head tightly there. Kirisha-toy looks down on its mirror-likeness and pets its head.

“Toy. What did you just do to me?”

“T-turn you into a perfect clone of this one Mistress?” it responds submissively as Kirisha tightly squeezes its head between her slick cultivated thighs.

“Yes, you did, and it is wonderful. I was… mistaken with my assumptions of how great this would turn out,” she murrs to herself gently running her free hand along her body, “But you did one thing wrong toy,” she growls.

Nargus-toy recoils, “Y-yes Mistress?”

“You forgot to ask me before doing it,” she growls.

“S-sorry Mistress!”

“It’s alright… I’ll forgive you, after your punishment,” she states as she stands up with a stretch, her body squeaks loudly as she feels the cool air around her, egging her on back into a state of arousal.

“Toy, my leash.”

“Y-yes Mistress!” Nargus-toy responds as it gets up and takes a few steps before Kirisha-toy clears her throat.

“All fours toy.”

“Yes Mistress,” it responds as it gets onto all fours, rump hiked, tail raised as Kirisha-toy admires the ass more than ever, checking out her own cloned rump as she gives it a wiggle.

“Good toy, very good,” she purrs as her toy comes back holding the leash in its mouth which Kirisha-toy promptly takes.

“Good toy,” she responds with a pet before leashing her toy to it.

“Thank you, Mistress,” it responds as Kirisha tug on the leash and brings them back to the chair which Kirisha promptly sits back on.

The leather and rubber creaks as Kirisha feels the tight outfit grinds against her body, “Part of me wants to be as naked as you while at the other hand, this outfit makes me look damn sexy and shows us who is still the real domme here,” Kirisha-toy chuckles.

“Y-yes Mistress,” Nargus-toy responds with a whine as it looks up at her cloned Mistress with wanting eyes, “Good toy. Make more. Touch. Serve. Obey. Spread. Touch.”

Kirisha-toy holds up her foot and wiggles her toes, “Lick toy. As punishment you will have to clean and polish my feet.”

“Yes Mistress,” Nargus-toy responds with a soft whine as he leans in and nuzzles the feet. The toy’s slick tongue runs across the rubber sole of Kirisha’s blue and black rubber foot. It leans into the claws and draws one toe into its mouth at a time, suckling them expertly, drawing in the suckle claw last, as it gives it slow tender extra attention.

“Very good toy,” Kirisha responds as she leans back, closing her eyes for a moment as she gets flashes of the thought of being there. Part of her fantasies being on all fours, mouth to foot, mouth to crotch, servicing, licking, doing as she is told. Her sex warms to the thought, her body wanting to obey, serve, but then the sensation as quickly as it comes ebbs away as the thought of dominances fills her. Dozens of clones of her Nargus-toy at her feet all leashed up, ready to do her bidding. “Touch. Spread. Obey. Good toy.”

Kirisha softly moans as she pulls her foot away from Nargus-toy and replaces with the other as she says, “Yes, good toy,” she moans softly as she is not sure if what she said was meant for her toy, or herself.

Nargus-toy happily moans as it starts servicing the other foot. The toy’s sex drips and aches for more touching, to spread more, to fulfill its services to its Mistress. All of these sensations swirl in its mind as Kirisha moans out softly.

“I can’t stop this feeling… deep inside of me,” she softly sings out as she hears the urge in her subconscious, “Touch, spread, corrupt, make more, good toy.” She tenses as her claws twitch as she rubs her own breasts through her outfit, “Toy, you just don’t realize, what have you have done to me.”

“Mistress…” Nargus-toy says as it licks across Kirisha-toy’s long black rubbery sickle toe, interrupting her.

Kirisha-toy tenses and looks down at her toy as it lustfully licks her foot as she asks with a hint of annoyance, “What is it toy?”

“Perhaps we shouldn’t butcher a song and instead focus on other things,” it says as it nuzzles the foot and licks from the heel to the ball of the foot in one long squeaky lick as it then gives a playful raptoric chirp.

Kirisha-toy growls playfully, “I really wasn’t that good at singing anyway… though I do think I have an idea,” she says with a chuckle as she looks across the way to her phone on the floor, “We need to call for a delivery pick up.”

“Oh Mistress?”

“We are going to say we need to return you,” Kirisha-toy responds.

“B-but Mistress! This one is a good toy. It will do better! It is sorry it commented on your si--,” Nargus-toy stops talking instantly when it's Maker raises its claw.

“We aren’t going to return you. We are going to touch that delivery person and make them into a perfect toy, like us. Then we will ship them back so they can spread...infect, and we will make a perfect harem pack here out of our local neighbors and beyond. How does that sound? The thought of thousands… no millions of us around?” Kirisha-toy suggests as her sex twitches in delight.

Nargus-toy nods with an equally eager sex twitch. The toy’s body dripping with anticipation the idea, “That sounds wonderful Mistress. When will we begin?”

“Soon, first you need to fetch my phone over there,” Kirisha-toy says as she points over to it.

“Yes Mistress!” it responds as it rushes over onto to the phone, remaining on all fours as Kirisha-toy admires the blue rubber ass of her toy as she thinks while idly touching herself, “Best toy I have ever gotten. We will replicate and have so many more. One of many. So many delightful perfect toys to serve me and me to service.”