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In the kingdom of Zonai, life was beautiful. The world flourished in marvellous green vistas, where birds fluttered across the trees and a cold wind always welcomed the natives. Vast marble towers loomed high above the rolling hills, stretching out over small forests and flowing rivers. In the land of Hyrule, there were many creatures in the far corners of the realm, but there had to be a true union between cultures.

The Zoras were beastly yet supine, slithering through canyons beneath a frozen mountain; the Rito perched on feathered nests within caves to hide from the wind; the Gorons dug deep into molten tunnels and almost never needed to see daylight; and the Gerudo were fractured tribes scattered throughout the desert. But to all of Hyrule, the Zonai had powers beyond anything they could imagine, allowing them to construct entire machines with but a few flicks of the wrist.

"Haaaaaah," a voice slumped from his throne, "ignorance must be bliss. The mind runs on an open field."

In his great court surrounded by stone pillars and a great carpet, Rauru was bored without his wife. He resembled a tall rabbit with enormous ears decorated with a dozen tassels, his cloak flowed with black and gold triangles beneath a latticed necklace. White hair became a waterfall down his back, and his bare feet tapped impatient with long-clawed toenails. The sun gleamed from the glass circular window behind him, basking him and his wife's empty throne in a mocking light.

The guards stood vigilant with a soft buzzing, strange machines of floating parts held together by an electrical field. Their torsos were split in three, their arms a set of rings, and their heads a pointed triangle whilst copper claws gripped their spears. But even they sensed his frustrations.

"You are relieved," he stood up to stretch his legs, "perhaps my sister has something new."

The soldiers bowed and took their leave, floating across the carpet whilst Rauru stepped through the hall and raised his dark-grey hand. The doors pushed open with a green wispy strand from his bronze gauntlet, and he marched on between bud-shaped lights that gleamed a pure white. The windows showed the world beyond in jade and sapphire, endless woods beneath the clearest sky as he felt the need to run in the sun. But a king had to be respectful, and he restrained himself when he turned a corner.

"NO, WAIT!"

"OHOHO look it's so pretty, AAAH!"

"Come here you, OH you little pest!"

"No it's getting away, someone catch it!"

From another hallway, Rauru heard the fluttering of stone wings. A rapid flicker crossed his eyes of sparkling green, before he dodged and grabbed its tail. A large pewter dragonfly with a reptilian head, its body like the guards with wings that buzzed frantically.

"Ohh, thank you," a voice hurried up to him, "I made him too fast."

"I thought that was the point," Rauru smirked, "they have to be to keep aloft."

Heading towards him was a slightly shorter zonai with a smaller head and sharp upright ears, with a verdigris stone collar and an owl mask on her head. A divine sash flowed around her body, floating by itself with a pale bodice wrapped round her slender frame. Beside her was a white dragon with blonde hair, wide blue eyes that matched the crystal tips of her horn and tail, and a fresh jade gown with gold accents.

"Would not a fan work for this?" asked the king.

"I want authenticity," the other zonai brought out a box to put the dragonfly in, "they don't hover, they fly, so I need to make the wings vibrate at the right frequency to form an air cushion."

"S-sorry, King Rauru," the dragoness bowed bashfully, "it was a lot faster than I thought."

"Have your time powers not come to you yet?" asked Rauru, tapping his chin.

"No, not yet. Queen Sonia gave me some exercises but, well-"

"I'm not letting her near your cups," the smaller zonai winked, "even if dropping one on Rauru's head was funny."

"You SWORE not to tell him, Mineru!" the drake gasped and slapped her arm. "Um, how are you, sir?"

"Very well, thank you," the king clasped his hands, "I see you and my sister are getting along."

"It's been wonderful, she has so many exciting ideas and new inventions!"

"Like a child with a new toybox," Mineru rolled her hand, "but Zelda does make a wonderful partner, it's so refreshing to not have to stop every three minutes to explain half a theorem."

"What about the sum of the squires?"

"PAH!" she clutched her mouth. "No, no no don't bring that up, I'll break."

"But the squire of the high pot and noose is equal to the sum o-"

"NO!" Mineru covered her face and guffawed. "I have a reputation, not in the halls!"

"Heehee!" Zelda beamed from her ivory-furred face. "Are we still doing the Kaeporan Hypothesis later?"

"Absolutely, I wouldn't miss it for the world, but I think Rauru needs me for something first, so, why don't you have some lunch and I will see you later?"

"Alright then. Lovely to see you, sir!"

"You too, Zelda."

They bowed to each other before she headed off to the dining room. Mineru beckoned her brother to her laboratory, a room with shelves full of strange relics from fans to rockets to steering modules. Charts covered stone easels with bewildering numbers, and several constructs floated around doing chores. Unlike the guards, these ones were servants with wide flat heads of a single orange eye and two lamps. Long necks of floating rings were held by a single current, whilst their bodies were a set of stacked rings that clattered against each other.

"I have nothing new," Mineru prompted first, "much as I would love to distract you."

"Was I that obvious?" Rauru leaned against her stone seat. "But yes, with Sonia away, my days have been left wanting."

"You are always like this, you know she has her pilgrimage, it's important to her people."

"Yes, but...it takes so long."

"Such a lovesick fool," she patted his cheek, "since you are starved for attention, you can help me with an experime-"

"No," he wagged his finger, "not after last time, my left ear still rings with tinnitus."

"Oh it goes away eventually, I'm just asking for someone strong-willed enough to help break in my new construct."

"Really? Another battling beast of yours?"

"Not quite."

Mineru walked over to three green copper piles, one of which she tapped on the head to awaken with a rickety noise. Unlike the other ones doing chores, this model had an extra circular bit on its lower body, shaped like an orifice with succulent green goo forming firm walls.

[b]"Good evening,"[/b] it spoke with a warbling trill, [b]"how may I serve you?"[/b]

"Ohhh no," Rauru sighed, "I thought you were joking about this."

"What?" his sister stroked the machine. "Some services are required more than others, I'm just filling a need for our populace. I just need to make several types of sexual constructs, the standard won't appeal to everyone."

"Well I suppose a female-only variant won't do."

"Oh no, they're not female. Observe." She turned to the machine. "I would like a male consort, please."

[b]"Yes, madame."[/b]

The construct thrust its lower ring which shifted the goo inside, hardening it to grow outwards and form an erect phallus. Rauru blushed and looked away when his sister groped the turgid length.

"They are very responsive," she continued, "but their personality is lacking. It's a bit harder to judge these sort of things for more intimate relations, server constructs just need to be polite, but I want submissive and dominant ones to please all sorts."

[b]"Do you have a position that you favour?"[/b] the sexual construct spoke mechanically. [b]"For a starting session, I recommend the missionary so I may grasp your legs, and spread them for maximum pleasure."[/b]

"See, it doesn't sound as fun when it's like an instruction book."

"No, it, wouldn't be," Rauru coughed, admiring the shelves. "I regret that I'm not as proficient in such ways to help with-"

"Oh that's perfectly fine," Mineru tented her fingers, "I just need a volunteer, someone more commanding for the construct to test with."

"Is there not something else I can help with?"

"Mmmm, there is. I have this archer construct that needs some polishing."

"Perfect!" the king rubbed his hands. "That I can do, my archery's never been better."

"Are you sure?" his sister leaned in. "I made him quite a good shot."

"Your constructs have never beaten me in any contest. Sorry to say, but as much as your machines impress, they can never best my royal aim."

"Oh really? One day you'll be beaten."

"But not by your constructs," he flexed and shot an imaginary bow, "I may be humble, but naught in the land have outmatched my skill, not even the finest of rito warriors."

"How much are you willing to bet?" Mineru tapped his chest with her knuckles. "I saw your smirk when you fattened your wallet the last competition."

"I am a zonai of my word, I never back out of a bet. That's just not good diplomacy, the fault laid in the rito who challenged me. As for how much, well...two-hundred rupees?"

"Pffft, money is too simple. I wager, that if you win against my archery construct, I will do all your laundry by hand, for an entire year."

"A-...entire year?!" he gasped, reeling back. "Ohhh...you are very confident about being a seamstress all of a sudden."

"I have faith in my machines," she crossed her arms, "now you give me something. Because I guarantee you will not win."

"Is that so?" Rauru snapped his fingers with a grin. "I would make a better construct than your archers!"

"But not a better subject? Is that so above you, do I hear cowardice in the whistling fletch?"

"Certainly not! In fact, if you somehow manage to beat my undefeated skill, then I will be your test subject for these constructs."

"Oh!" Mineru clutched her breast. "Well! Now that's what I call raising the stakes. Alright then, may the best archer win."

They shook hands and readied the competition, heading outside to the archery range in the castle grounds. Several targets floated in the air at different distances, soft balloons with bullseyes and small propellers that fluttered in the wind. The living servants came out to watch, various Hylians in flowing robes as well as Zelda who also attended, whilst Mineru set up her challenger, a seemingly ordinary-looking construct. The archer-mech looked the same as any other, but his creator made sure to put a few last tweaks.

"What's going on?" the dragoness brought over a tray of food.

"My brother and I made a bet," Mineru opened the back of the construct's head, "this time I will wipe the smirk off his face."

"Is this what having a sibling is like?"

"Yes, and you savour these small victories."

"Can I help at all?" Zelda put down the snacks. "Not that I want King Rauru to lose-"

"But I do, and that's what matters," the lady tapped her snout, "I'm sure you've heard him bragging about his archery."

"Mmmmm...we could adjust that versalator two micro-inches to compensate for the bow trembling."

"Ohhhh, good idea, that means I'll need to lower the phalangial grip just a smidge."

"And, and, the collating ocule!"

"Absolutely, and let's not forget the temporal tracker!"

As the girls babbled about their automaton, Rauru picked up his construct bow with copper bits tethered to the shaft. The servants muttered in a small excitement, as well as a few guests from various regions of Hyrule.

"Ladies and sires!" he called to the crowd. "My sister has thrown down the gauntlet once again, a test of skill between mechanical wit, and sharp Zonai skill. Of course, I never refuse a challenge, so let us see if her engineering has finally peaked."

"That will be a while yet," Mineru muttered, twisting a dial in the construct, "alright, construct, measure that cloud's weight above us."

[b]"The cloud currently over the castle,"[/b] the machine looked up, [b]"is a cumulus weighing one million, two-hundred-thousand, three-hundred-and-fifty tonnes of liquid and gaseous matter-"[/b]

"Not precise enough," she twisted it further, "measure it again."

[b]"Two-hundred-thousand, three-hundred-and-fifty-one-point-eight tonnes of liquid and gaseous matter."[/b]

"Perfect." She closed the head. "Now, I want you to compete against Rauru, do you remember last time?"

[b]"Yes, madame Mineru."[/b] The machine picked up a bow. [b]"I will succeed."[/b]

The archer hovered towards the range and stood next to Rauru, who first took aim at a set of ten balloons hovering around 40 metres away. The rules stated thus, that the shooter had to hit as many targets as possible within ten seconds. His Majesty shot them all down with ease, much to applause from his subjects when he plucked three arrows from his quiver, and popped three balloons perfectly each time. The construct rolled up next and also shot down ten balloons with mechanical precision, their arm rotating backwards to pick an arrow, fire it off and pick another arrow.

"Hmm, not bad," Rauru chuckled, "calibrated well, I assume."

[b]"I have been optimised to reach the top three-percent,"[/b] said the machine, [b]"I am currently the best-performing hunter construct, but in future I may not be."[/b]

"Such humility, how kind of you to your brethren."

They went to the medium range which was 70 metres, where the wind and elevation started to matter and the balloons moved in diagonal patterns. Rauru took a deep breath, not letting himself lose his rhythm as he waited for the timer to start, and the sweeping gusts to fade over the grass. He shot true and popped eight balloons, missing only one due to the time running out. Likewise, the construct swivelled back and forth, trying to keep track of the targets and only managing eight from trying to be too precise.

The last range was 90 meters, the most demanding of precise targets that fluttered much farther away. Not only did the balloons zig-zag, but the wind threatened to make arrows err, and the distance would make them drop lower. The contestants were given twenty seconds for the final round, as the zonai closed one eye and focused on one strafing balloon after the other, tracking their pattern and aiming above where they would stop to pop them. Despite his sharpshooter skill, he only managed six before time ran out, much to the applause of the crowd.

"Your turn, little robot," he patted his opponent, "best of luck to you."

[b]"I do not require luck,"[/b] they replied, [b]"probability is not factored in my processes, only velocity and thermodynamics."[/b]

"Hm...like mother, like machine."

He stepped back and watched the construct ready their shot, checking the wind and pulling back the bow with spindly stone limbs. Despite the unmoving eye, their precision was spot-on in blasting target after target, only losing time to reorient itself with a slow-rotating body. But the automaton's shots were pitch-perfect, never missing once as the crowd grew nervous, but Rauru flaunted his hair with a fawning chuckle. Then the seventh balloon popped, and his face dropped with eyes wide.

"THE WINNER!" cried the referee. "Mineru's archer construct, by a single target more!"

The audience rabbled in shock, turning towards the king who blinked and struggled on his words. First came the dread of having his record beat, and then he remembered the bet. That foolish, terrible bet when he turned his head towards Mineru, and saw her wicked smile next to a blushing Zelda.

"Well...that is...surprising." He tapped his fingers then offered his hand to the machine. "Well played. You were designed exceptionally well to be the one that finally bested me."

[b]"I thank you, King Rauru,"[/b] the construct shook back with steel claws, [b]"Madame Mineru assured that my archery would win a new pet for my siblings."[/b]

"Siblings?!"

"I can't believe you won!" gasped Zelda, clutching Mineru. "Oh my goodness, I-i didn't think, well, I hoped, but...I hope he's not too upset."

"Not yet," the inventor beckoned him close, "but we'll soon fix that."

After the tournament, Rauru was led back to Mineru's quarters where she instructed him in his new role. With only her machines for company, she activated the sexual construct who hovered towards the king that towered over them.

"What do you mean, you lost a bet?!" Zelda clutched her dragon horns. "Mineru, don't you think this is a little beneath him?"

"My brother never goes back on a bet," she reminded them, "good diplomacy assures that, it's not like I'll be parading him through the halls."

"I would certainly hope not," Rauru growled, "I promised to be your subject, so let us get to it."

"First, get on your knees. Then ask the construct to dominate you."

"Wh-what?! I didn't agree to that!"

"You didn't NOT agree to it, either," Mineru rubbed her hands, "or shall I tell your people instead?"

"This seems rather bullish," the drake nibbled her fingers, "are you sure this is alright, Mineru, could we not just make another steed construct?"

"Zelda." His Majesty looked back. "Thank you for your attempts, but I am not so churlish to refute a bet made in good sport. You do not have to stay if you find this unusual."

"Well, it's not that I..."

She pursed her grey snout when Mineru caught that look in her eyes, of deathly curiosity for what her new machine could do. The construct stood waiting with its ring-hole at the base, then watched Rauru get on his knees respectfully.

"Hello there. My name is Rauru, and...oh, goddess this is absurd, I wish you to...dominate me, sir."

[b]"Very well. Please select a safeword, upon which I will cease all carnal activities."[/b]

"Oh, uhhh...k-korok."

[b]"Safeword accepted."[/b] The machine grabbed his ear and pulled him towards their face. [b]"You will address me as Sir-Construct."[/b]

"Wha-HEY!"

[b]"Do not resist. You wish to be dominated, because you know your place."[/b]

"My place, I am a king!"

[b]"Incorrect."[/b] The device jerked him down to their crotch. [b]"You are my Sub-Construct. You will obey the proper commands, or else be punished severely."[/b]

"Mineru!" Zelda clutched her mouth. "That's not funny!"

"I think it is," the sister laughed, "that's very surprising, I didn't expect its assertion this rapidly."

"Did you really have to do this?"

"Someone has to be a test, and I would never test my own products on myself before release. Unless you would like to offer yourself?"

"What?!" The drake blustered with reddening cheeks. "I...I-i may enjoy tinkering with your machines but not like that!"

"Oh don't be such a prude, Zelda," the zonai patted her back, "you're already ten-thousand years in the past, who's going to know?"

[b]"Your first command,"[/b] the construct gripped Rauru's head, [b]"pleasure my orifice and be rewarded."[/b]

"Are you serious?" he snarled. "I was expecting an intimate tryst, not to be trained like a cur!"

[b]"And yet, here you are on your knees, hare-mutt."[/b]

Mineru burst out laughing and turned away with a heave. Rauru's ears burned with insult and he was about to say the safeword to stop all this nonsense. But something stubborn twisted in his gut, a refusal to back down so easily from a few words and heavy petting when he took a few breaths to steady himself. This was a dare from his sister, to see how far it took until he gave up, as siblings always would. Not this time, he decided, and so he reached his head forwards to start sucking on the faux-pussy.

"OH, goodness!" Zelda clapped her cheek.

[b]"Good,"[/b] the sexual machine stroked his head, [b]"is that not better, to follow orders like an efficient sub-construct?"[/b]

The zonai sister looked back with a giddy grin, watching her brother eat out a green-walled snatch that trembled at his warm tongue. The construct showed no signs of pleasure, but their head cast downwards with a looming single eye as their claws stroked over the king's scalp. It tasted oddly salty, a slight bitterness not unlike the wildberries found in Hebra which surprised Rauru, whose tongue crept over the folds and scraped between layers.

Sometimes the machine would whirr to themself, a small calculation they factored in whilst ruminating on Rauru's tongue. He pumped inside as deep as he could, closing his eyes to ignore where he was and be dutiful in his service. His tongue coiled around the fake-vulva licking up the walls and feeling them twitch with electrical impulses hidden in the mould, enhancing the feel of the construct's fleshtube. He was briefly reminded of Sonia, and that helped him ease into the fantasy more to imagine his sweet Hylian wife, with her tender lips and wondrous juice.

But the dream only lasted for so long when a hard bump formed against his tongue, and something thickened on his palate to push forwards out of the cunt. A throbbing length filled his mouth, his eyes twitched in realisation when the construct grabbed his head firm, and started fucking his throat with a verdant glazed cock. Zelda tightened her loins in a shameful surprise when she heard Rauru start panting, whilst Mineru grinned and slipped one hand down beneath her dress.

[b]"No complaints,"[/b] the dom-construct thrust into the king, [b]"very good, you assimilate your duty well, sub-construct."[/b]

"Mmmmm, gl-glrrrrk!"

[b]"If you struggle with my large girth, that is a sign of failure. I will not tolerate failure from a hare-mutt."[/b]

"MMMMHHH, GHHHK!"

The machine thrust his entire length into Rauru, choking him with all 9 inches of its erect form that grinded down the back of his throat. Despite the slippery sheen it carried, the size was enough to briefly suffocate him and MIneru bit her lip with rapture. She gave a look to Zelda, who scooted up beside her with wringing hands.

"We should stop this, really," the dragoness whispered, "this feels rather too humiliating to him surely?"

"Why are you whispering?" the zonai winked. "Not wanting to interrupt?"

"I just wasn't quite sure about the etiquette! But now that things are in full swing, but do you really think this is fair on your brother?"

"Perfectly. You disrespect him by thinking he's not capable of being a good subject, he can stop whenever it gets TOO TOUGH for him."

She shouted those two words to him as Rauru's ears twitched with insult at her challenge. In response he relaxed his throat and slackened his shoulders to let the machine fuck him, the semi-circled rings of their lower body clattering with each thrust into his gullet. His Majesty started to choke less, and he found a steady rhythm to gulp in time with the Sir-Construct. The machine's noises grew deeper, almost growling with dominance when their bronze fingers gripped his ears and slammed harder.

Even without a sense of pleasure, some form of feedback occurred in the mech to make it sound happy. Rauru became more comfortable and wrapped his tongue around the length, that similar taste of wildberry still lingering from the cock that soon thickened with a bulging pre. The flavour grew stronger and he bobbed faster, growing a sinful little pleasure in the base of his gut from being treated like this. He had never been put down like this so heavily, to feel a machine rob him of power and put him in his place made something ache in his loins.

[b]"Does the hare-mutt hunger for seed?"[/b] the Sir-Construct pulled out. [b]"Beg for it."[/b]

"Guh!" the king panted with drool off his tongue. "D-do...do I have to?"

[b]"Did I not warn you of punishment? Perhaps you will learn better with some new upgrades."[/b]

The machine hovered over to a cabinet, from which they received a tight bodice with a golden muzzle, a leash attached, and a pair of hoof-shaped leggings.

"Oh, come on!" Rauru turned to Mineru. "What in Hylia is this?!"

"I did not ask them to bring that!" she waved her finger. "They're doing this independently, I made that for another experiment."

"What sort of experiment?!" Zelda looked to her with twitching blue eyes. "Is that for the steed construct?"

"Y-yes," Mineru chuckled, "a sort of steed, one could say."

"It looks very uncomfortable, what's the muzzle for? Should that not be on the horse?"

"Hhhahah, HAH, ohhh you sweet sheltered child."

She whispered to the dragoness whose expression changed with each word, a sliding scale that turned her crimson like Death Mountain. Then she started laughing, mostly to shake out her nerves but also trying to imagine Rauru in the getup."

"Alright, that's it," the king stepped back, "korok, I am done, thank you for the lesson."

"Awwww, the first hurdle of your reign," Mineru put hands on her hips, "and here I thought the great king of the Zonai never backed out of any challenge."

"Have I not served you enough data?!" he marched out of the room.

"Not by far, but I'm disappointed in you. I thought my brother could face anything with a smile, a strong chest and resolved spirit."

"Oh don't tease him," Zelda bapped her arm, "he can leave if he wants to."

"He can, yes. But a king should sometimes rise above what he can do, and honour what he must."

"It was just a bet, not exactly the most urgent of needs, I'm sure he has more important things to-"

Stomping footsteps interrupted her as Rauru marched straight back in. He shoved a finger at Mineru's face with squinting eyes as she simply smiled, waiting to see what he would do whilst Zelda grew uncomfortable. Not just because of the sibling rivalry, but also because she felt a damp warmth in her nethers as her eyes drifted to the Sir-Construct, who stood erect and waiting.

"I do not do this because you demand it," the king corrected, "I do it because credibility is a vital standard we must uphold if we are to keep the kingdom stable. And that is why I am going to put on this harness, and finish this experiment."

"Such a noble sire," she rubbed down his chest, "your kingdom thanks you for your deed...sub-construct."

His ears stiffened with a glare as he walked back over to the machine. The king offered his body as the Sir-Construct chirped to two other mechs in the corner, who rumbled awake and crowded around him to help remove His Majesty's clothing. The vestments were slipped free to reveal his naked body, fine silvery fur with white strips, a hefty pair of balls, and a rising cock of 8 inches that made Zelda clutch her snout. A soft, short tail twitched out behind him that shivered when the muzzle was strapped on his head.

The wire mesh frame strapped to his forehead horns and ran strips to the muzzle, which was shaped like an O and locked his teeth to keep his mouth open. Next came the skintight bodice that two of the constructs slipped up his legs, then trapped his arms inside as well as leaving an embarrassing bulge in his crotch. Lastly came the hoof-leggings which forced him to stand on tiptoes, and then tugged on the leash to complete his transformation.

[b]"This is your penance,"[/b] the Sir-Construct pulled him close, [b]"disrespect me again, and you will remain in bondage, mutt."[/b]

"Nnnngh...yes, sir-AAAH!"

[b]"Sir-Construct."[/b] They grabbed his ear. [b]"Listen well, slave-model, or you lose your audial inputs. Now, assume a quadrupedal position and walk with me."[/b]

Forced to walk like a cow, Rauru trotted clumsily around the room as his sister and Zelda giggled. Humiliated as he was, he tried to ignore the throbbing erection that grinded in his clothing when he hobbled back and forth, his mouth kept gaping with a panting drool as the Sir-Construct dragged him by the leash. He hovered across the floor and made clicking sounds to motion his new pet, who stumbled with panting whimpers and a growing red face from being paraded in front of his sister.

The dragoness however found herself strangely enthralled, and very briefly imagined herself in the same position. Mineru turned slowly to her, then wrapped her hand around the visitor's waist and stroked her thigh, causing Zelda to yelp and shake her fluffy tail. The zonai waggled her high-raising eyebrows and gave the most gentle kiss on the cheek, exciting the newcomer with a huffing sound before there came another smooch.

As Rauru was led around by the collar, Mineru slipped her hand closer to Zelda's crotch and made the dragoness' eyes bulge like pure-cut sapphires. She shook her head frantically, but the inventor dug in deeper and felt her fingers touch the warm lips between her loins and plucked at her clit to make her shiver. Her folds puffed open at the touch, and Zelda bucked slightly against Mineru's touch when those fingers crept deeper.

"Wh-what...aaah-"

"Shhhh," the zonai whispered, "it's alright. No one's judging."

"B-but, your brother's right there!"

"And he's currently got his hands strapped so..." The sister chuckled and kissed her again. "I know you've had some thoughts here and there, when we bathed together and I showed you my more alternative constructs."

"I-i didn't want to be rude," Zelda whimpered, "I thought communal bathing was just the custom."

"It is, and you have such a beautiful body that it's a shame to waste it."

Mineru went down on her knees and the dragoness trembled with a fumbling of her hands, watching the inventor open her gown and reveal a lovely grey pussy. The zonai hooked inside to make Zelda whimper, the drake swished her tail with its crystal-blue tips almost singing with lust when her pinkish insides were fondled with.

[b]"Enough,"[/b] the Sir-Construct jerked his leash, [b]"now we begin your training."[/b]

"T-traineen?" Rauru mumbled in his harness. "Whuh traineen?"

[b]"To better serve your role as our pet."[/b]

With a crackling buzz, he summoned two more of the sexual constructs that sat in the corner, their bodies unfurled with a rickety sound and they lurched forth to stand either side of the pet. Rauru watched their circular slits pulse outwards with a growing cock, a hardening pillar of thick green paste that creaked somehow to his ears when they shoved towards his face, with himself still on all fours. The royal gently sucked one of them, watching its reaction where a rattling shudder ran through its body, and its long-clawed hand pressed upon his head.

[b]"Very good,"[/b] the Sir-Construct said from behind, [b]"knowing your place in the operative hierarchy is vital to one's health."[/b]

"MMmmm, m-mmmmhhh!"

[b]"Your vocalisations sound approving, yes? Are you learning your place, finally?"[/b]

"Mmm-M-MMMGLRRRK!"

The dominant machine pushed his head down to swallow the whole cock, all 9 inches stuffed down his gullet to make him suffocate briefly, before being allowed to pull off with a hacking cough. He then was allowed to suck off at his own pace, then had his head jerked by the leash to suck off the other dick. By the will of his mechanical master, he went back and forth each time the collar was yanked to slobber over the fat faux-meat and feel something drip on his tongue.

Sometimes he was pushed down to suck them to the hilt, his tongue rolled about and his gag reflex was soon trained to withstand the cock-pounding. The constructs became bolder and started to grab his face with hefty thrusts, pumping him with their copper-toned bodies that clanged against his snout, whilst their claws groped his ears. After enough face-fuckings, the king felt himself getting hard in his tight-clad suit, the grind of its fabric making him throb with spots of pre.

Eventually the Sir-Construct grinded his plump girth against the regal ass, exposed via a hole in the slutty garment for easy access as the machine stuffed himself inside, and Rauru's eyes twitched with a muffled moan. Thankfully, the gooey cock was naturally-lubricated from its unique texture and slid in with little trouble, whilst Rauru panted on a throbbing harpoon that tickled the back of his throat.

Back and forth his head moved between the dicks, whilst his rear was gaped with an oddly-realistic twitching lance that made his eyes flutter. Much to his sister's amusement and Zelda's shock, the king pushed back against the Sir-Construct when he started humping, their bodies clapped together of flesh and steel with a painful sting in his rump. But His Majesty was patient, and not-so-quietly enjoying the attention of being spitroasted by such odd creatures, whose bronze fingers stroked over his fur.

"Ohhhh," his sister shivered, "now that's a good sight."

"A-AAH, GOODNESS!" Zelda clutched her mouth. "Th-this is such a...um, M-mineru, a-are you going to really...do this with me?"

"Why not?" Her finger probed deeper in her puss. "You're a sweet girl, and I can teach you many things beyond just the ways of science."

Before the dragoness could ask, she felt a tongue dive into her snatch and she made a sharp sound before clutching Mineru's head. The pumping twist of that seductive tongue made her body tremble, and she struggled not to cum there and then from such an astounding new sensation. Never in her life had she felt a tongue down there before, even less so someone else's finger. But the zonai was skilled in pleasure, despite her small rabbit face and smaller tongue flicking against the walls to make Zelda squeak louder.

Meanwhile her brother was being pummelled in both ends, his cheeks slapped by a metal bod and his throat drilled by a plastic cock. Something trickled down inside with an oddly-sweet texture, reminiscent of fruit-laced water that he swallowed more greedily with each second. Then it pulled out to let the other one in, the two constructs shared their new pet with a few thrusts from each other, punching his gullet several times before the other took over. Their claws stroked his head and pulled his ears with happy little beeps, whilst the Sir-Construct fucked even harder.

[b]"Wretched hare-mutt,"[/b] they groped the furry rear, [b]"praise your superior constructs for the gift we offer you."[/b]

"MMMmmh, GLRRK, th-thank you!" gasped Rauru. "Thank you, s-sir-constructs, I am-GL-GLRRK, MMMMPH! Thankful for my new place, please, a-aaah, d-do not stop, please sire!"

[b]"Very good, sub-construct. Soon you shall learn your new parameters and where you belong, understand?"[/b]

"Yes, YES! AAH, MAKE ME YOUR PET-GL-GLRRRK-GUH, MAKE ME YOUR SUB-CONSTRUCT, SIRE!"

The cock hammering his hole felt wonderful to him, and suddenly he felt some ridges form on the shaft to help stimulate him further. It was incredible, the king throbbed with an aching hardness as his balls tightened up and he sputtered a thicker pre inside his suit. He grinded on the tight fabric and twitched even harder, whilst the sceptres flossing his throat kept smooth like butter.

Their faux-precum built up into a watery soup, and sloshed down into his gut with a gurgling moan. Soon they started to cum, but pulled out at the last second to make sure that Rauru was painted in thick wads of a clear milky seed with greenish outlines. The Sir-Construct sped up with a whirring sound, clapping his steel ribs against the regal rear as his girth trembled with anticipation.

Sputtering shots dribbled inside his tunnel and then came a mighty splash, a thick gush of minty-white cream that sloshed into his gut with a chittering whine that came from the machine. Rauru's face was covered in their jizz, his eyes beamed with even his third one flickering open slightly in orgasmic thrill, when he came in his harness and sputtered thick seed all inside it. He felt soiled and shameful, he shivered through his knees until he heard Zelda shriek in elation.

"A-AAAAH, MI-MINERU, HAAAH!"

Looking to the side, he had not realised until now that his sister was busy with their guest, eating out the dragon's cunt which sprayed out on her face in a rich stream. Mineru gulped everything down, letting the jizz spray down her chin when she slobbered up the walls and felt Zelda's walls clench on her tongue. The drake whimpered with trembling thighs and staggered back towards the chair where she slumped with blurry eyes. Her heart throbbed against her chest, her legs rattled and her stomach felt queasy when Mineru walked over to her brother.

"Korok." She motioned the automatons to step back. "How was that for you?"

"Haaaah...ohhh...v-very good," he struggled to stand, "that was quite the experiment, I have to say."

"And you certainly enjoyed it," she poked at his damp bulge, "doesn't it feel fun letting go of everything once in a while, not being a king for a day?"

"I admit that it was um...well, not unpleasant. Rough as they were, I haven't felt that sort of thing in years."

"You mean," Zelda panted from her seat, "you enjoyed that too?"

"Apparently," Rauru turned to her with a smile, "I see you enjoyed the display too. Don't worry, we can keep this between ourselves."

"Oh, y-yes! I-i won't say a word to Queen Sonia, definitely not!"

"Unless of course she wants to," Mineru tented her hands, "but for now, yes, this can be a private session. I may need a subject for testing other constructs, if you wish to help in future."

"I may be persuaded," the king mimicked her gesture, "if you can ensure it will be as fun."

"Anything for my new sub-construct."

The inventor giggled with a wicked smile and sauntered over to her machines, pulling out a small twisting lever to refine a few more things whilst Zelda helped Rauru out of his slave harness. Unbeknownst to them, a face peered through the crack in the door with a terrible grin, and snuck into the shadows where two voices spoke.

"Did you hear all that?" said one.

"Certainly," said the other, "a sub-construct, they say?"

"Our lord will be very interested to hear about it, don't you think?"

"Perhaps. Twould be most unfortunate they designed their own means of destruction, would it not?"

"Indeed," a grim chuckle came from them, "I shall keep watch then, if this experiment continues, it will make our future plans much more simple."

They walked off into darkness, two dark cloaks blending with the walls unbeknownst to the zonai siblings who cleaned themselves up, and returned to their various duties.