Ordering Offspring

Written by sequoiah@FA
 for 
Aries Hausdorff  @ FA

"So Mr. and Mrs….?" The rubberclad second generation Dalmatian trailed off, holding her stylus poised just above the touch screen. She seemed impatient, and well she should be considering the four other pairs of clients waiting for her just outside her office. She gazed down her snout at the two first generation Goldens sitting nervously before her. It wasn't easy to get this kind of hearing and they knew it.
"Gautier. Erm…I'm Samson, and this is Jessie." The male piped up gruffly.
"Mr. and Mrs. Gautier…" The dalmatian mumbled as she swiftly jotted a few notes upon the softly illuminated screen. Technology had come an incredibly long way since Cloudhome had first been founded. It had enabled them the use of everything from touch screens to the highly effective population enhancement methods which allowed couples like the Gautiers to adopt exact type of child they wanted to rear. That was, however, if they could pass the initial screening.
"…And so, Mr. and Mrs. Gautier, what brings you to my office today?" She asked drily, eying the two critically. It was her job to be judgmental.
"Uh, thank you for seeing us Shayla. I…we were hoping to qualify for a human boy? You see, my hips are just too narrow. I was examined a couple cycles ago, and the head Dalmy wouldn't approve me for fertilization. I'm just…well…Are there any openings?" Jessie piped up, unable to stifle her apprehension and excitement as her tail began to swish involuntarily against the comfy vinyl-like material of the couch upon which she sat.
	Samson looked over at her, his ears pricking forward, then glanced back to see Shayla's reaction at his wife's unfettered eagerness. To his relief, he saw a soft smile play across the Shepherdesses face.
"We always have openings for the right applicants. Now, let's take a look at your files here…" She screenshared the touch screen to the holoprojector, and so began the interview portion of the screening.

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	The sleek silver and gold of the square glistened as Toy-1 was gently lowered towards the waiting mechanical apparatus, which received her lovingly. Long, squirming, rubberized tentacles stretched towards Toy-1 eagerly as her glistening ebony form drew nearer and nearer to the docking station. Although she had been thoroughly flushed and cleaned prior to completion of her last service cycle it was customary to re-lubricate and charge all requisite components before initiating the next service cycle.
"Ah, my darling child. My revolutionary daughter. Once again your bountiful gift renews our family with life." The wrote echo of Cloudhome's AC echoed in V'ki's mind as the Synth-wa felt the first well lubricated tentacle slide up her thigh and into her warm depths. She was now linked, and the process could begin.
	South Square was abuzz with the normal drone of lascivious activity. The mewling, moaning, and groaning noises of pleasure floated upon the air like a sweet perfume. Though most could only detect the scents of pheromones on a subconscious level; the air was heavy indeed with that innocuous perfume as well. The day was developing into quite the delightful mating frenzy, much to Cloudhome's satisfaction. Despite the busy hustle and bustle of erotic excitement, the occupants of South Square all paused with bated breath to gaze up at the docking station as it hummed to life. Men paused their rutting, and femmes ceased their moans as all eyes fell upon Toy-1.
	It was Tentacle Time.
	V'ki felt the flush of life wash over every rubbery inch of her as the first soft, probing tendril examined her depths, and she gazed down at the many eyes that looked up at her. A small noise escaped her slick and shining lips as she tilted her head back. Even as she served a vital logistical function; so too did she serve to inspire the masses. The visuals and hormonal off-gassing of her labors were often enough to drive onlookers to even greater sexual heights.
	Her moan was otherworldly; the product of the rubberization and mechanization of organic biological parts. Much of her remained living, respiring tissue, and yet much of her had also been revised with soft plasticized latex and nanite optimization. As she uttered small noises of pleasure, both her body and the sleek metallic architecture of her rubber-tentacled docking station amplified the noise for all to hear. It was a call to the crowd below; come and look, Toy-1 is being prepared!
	The first tentacle which had probed her depths assessed the presence and viability of the multitude of constantly replenished ova within her. She could feel it penetrating deep inside of her, past her perpetually dilated cervix, where it's unique diagnostic nanites exited in a conservative stream of synthetic fluids. So sensitive, was the synth-wa, that she felt in great detail as the trickle of tepid fluid leaked into her womb. She even experienced the sensation of tiny flagellum brushing against her innards as a swarm of nanites flooded her and began inventory of her biological assets. There were many adoption requests to fulfill; everything had to be perfect.
	As the appraisal of her ova and organs proceeded, the other appendages of the docking station hummed to life and snaked towards her waiting body to begin their work. Onlookers gasped as the many mirrors positioned carefully around Toy-1's docking station gave them a perfect view of the tapered, wet tentacle probing betwixt the synth-wa's plump ass cheeks. The dexterous pointed tip of the tentacle roved over the smooth synthetic surface of that tender area until at last it found the slightly puckered dimple that marked it's destination. At the center of that dimple was a tight hole that gave easily as the dexterous appendage wormed its way in. The tapered nature of the tentacle stretched Toy-1's anus gradually as it slid deeper and deeper inside of her, squeaking against her rubbery sphincter as it went.
	This time, as the shining rubber-bodied femme moaned, he maw gaped open and a third probe immediately inserted itself into the newly presented hole. Her moan was not cut short, but rather rumbled dully from inside of her. Inside her ass, the anal probe began to prime her system with a unique blend of hormonally laced synthetic lubricant. She could feel the warm, slick moisture seeping deep inside of her and coating every inch of her insides. Not only did it increase the pleasure of all those who visited her back door, but upon contact it also permeated their adventurous organs; biochemically inspiring them to rut with even more vigor and generate copious amounts of hearty seed. All of this was carefully engineered by Cloudhome's AC when constructing and maintaining her revolutionary daughter.
	Her maw was now full, the diameter of the tentacle having been optimized so that it would slide easily down her throat and into her stomach. The nutrient paste it began to pump into her was thick and heavy. Her system immediately began absorbing it, with visual repercussions. While at first her belly bulged slightly from the volume of nutrients she had taken in, that bulge quickly dissipated as the matter within her dispersed into her tissues. The rich macronutrients nourished and enriched her body, causing her breasts to grow pert, and her nipples to swell while her nethers began producing yet more moisture than they already had.
	The wetness forming between her legs was further amplified by the vaginal probe. Once the nanites has finished with their assessment, the probe began flushing her with another synthetic hormonal blend. Unlike the anal blend, the vaginal blend was designed to invigorate male seed after it was ejaculated. This was to ensure proper fertilization, while preventing implantation. There was no incidental that Cloudhome had not already taken into account in the design of it's breeding machines.
	With all proper exudates having been deposited in their respective orifices, the docking station began to warm up Toy-1's frame as the tentacles began to wriggle and thrust in and out of her. This served two purposes. The first of these purposes was to ensure that the lubrication had been executed efficiently, and that all her parts functioned correctly under the conditions they were to be used. The second purpose was to work the waiting crowd below into a horny frenzy.
	The shining black tentacles squirmed about deeply in V'ki, plumbing her depths and wiggling about. She could feel her anus stretched to tantalizing widths as the tentacle within it rammed itself deeply within her, only to retract and ram her once more; were the long, thick, mechanized appendage not so smooth and slick with lubricant it surely would have been painful. However, the rough treatment of her ass was the height of pleasure, and only amplified the pleasure lavished on her by the other attachments of the docking station. As the anal probe rammed her forcefully, the tentacle deep in her pussy swelled and vibrated as it slowly slid in and out of her wet cunt. The perpetually swollen knob of her g-spot pulsed with each wave of vibration, which sent tremors of rapture through her legs.
	Her body was still suspended in the air by these points of penetration, so that as she was expertly fucked by the mechanical maintenance machine her legs twitched in the open air while her toes curled and flexed. Her arms dangled limply at her sides, until she felt the firm rubberized surface of tentacles within her palms. With a practice that was programming as much as muscle memory she began sliding her own softly rubberized grip over the tentacles which had presented themselves to her for stroking. Each man down below knew that soon she would be doing the same to their eagerly waiting cocks.
	As the tentacles penetrating her ass and pussy began picking up speed, working her towards the edge of a thunderous orgasm, the oral probe withdrew itself; dribbling thick white nutrient paste as it went. It landed in dollops upon her open lips, sliding down her chin and onto her succulent breasts. Lovingly, the twining tentacle caressed the gentle swelling of each soft and fleshy mound, testing the firmness of her nipples and continuing to dribble creamy droplets upon her as it went. With her mouth now free; Toy-1's cries rang out clear and loud once more. Her hands furiously jerked the tentacles to her sides as the one before her tweaked and fiddled with her nipples till they stood tall and hard; ready for hungry mouths.
	A gush of juices and lubricant, along with a high pitched keen of ecstasy heralded the arrival of Toy-1's first orgasm of her service cycle. The overflow ran down the tentacles to be collected at the base of the docking station. Nothing in Cloudhome was wasted or taken for granted.
	Daniel was enjoying the show, much like the rest of his friends, with the help of one or two of the incredibly accommodating doggygirls. The sweet second generation uplift Golden that gently licked his throbbing member knelt before him as she did so, leaving him an unimpeded view of Tentacle Time. He placed his hands upon his hips and sighed contentedly as she worked on him, but his eyes were plastered to the spectacle before him. It wasn't terribly difficult to imagine himself in the place of any one of those tentacles that violated every one of the sleek Synth-wa's holes, especially when he could feel a delightful warm wetness caressing every inch of his member as his mind wandered.
	He looked over to his friend Erik, who was in the midst of enjoying the most recent art installation of South Square while he watched the show. He was balls deep in the delightful centerpiece; a thick-furred snow leopard. Her installation conveniently faced Toy-1's charging station. It was really quite an elaborate set up. The leopardess dangled from the ceiling of a small roofed platform, each limb fastened to suspend her; spread-eagled for all to see. Between her legs was a collapsible contraption which typically fucked her steadily with its attached dildo. Upon the passing of each hour it would switch, and insert a thicker silicone member shaped like that of a human male within her to continue fucking her steadily. Every once in a while, a curious or ravenous male would stop by the display, collapse the contraption, and take it's place; fucking her vulnerable and well used hole to completion. Each time the device was collapsed, it would reset; only to start the process all over again once the male had departed, stirring his seed within the "Parderpussy" as it began fucking her with the smallest dildo once more. 
	The leopardess on display didn't seem to mind being used in this fashion in the least. She had undergone special engineering for this very purpose; induced ovulation allowed her to bear the offspring of multiple sperm donors as she received each of them. This created a genetically diverse litter; another one of Cloudhome's reproductive masterpieces. She swung from her suspensions as her eyes rolled in her head, moaning wantonly as Erik made good use of her restraints. He pushed her back and forth as though she were in a swing; each time she swung back her slick hole would slide over his cock. Upon each back-swing she would slam down to the hilt on his shaft. He was grunting from the delightful exertion as he grasped her bonds to rapidly slam himself into her, then swing her away once more only to slam into her again. 	
	If not for Tentacle Time, the Parderpussy display was typically the one all eyes were drawn to. The leopardess preferred it that way; she loved the feeling of hundreds of eyes roving over her vulnerable naked body as she was filled time and time again with the creamy loads of so many human males. Sometimes she even accumulated a line of men impatiently stroking their eager tools as they waited for their turn to fill her. Sometimes there were even doggygirls waiting on the sidelines to please the line of waiting men, hoping to convince them to spill their seed elsewhere. The ultimate goal of the exercise was, of course, pleasure. However, an added benefit was pregnancy. With an almost constant stream of cum flowing into the Parderpussy from so many men it was an inevitability. She was determined to remain posted as a toy to be used over and over until she was swollen with cubs.
	Daniel held back a moan as the Golden transitioned from licking his throbbing cock like a popsicle to taking it into her mouth in it's entirely. He wasn't sure which was more enjoyable to set his sights on as she pleasured him; Toy-1 being penetrated in every hole by the shining black tentacles, his own doggygirl blowjob, or Erik's forceful plowing of the suspended leopardess. He grasped the doggygirl by the scruff as he began to thrust against her, pushing himself deeper into the tight, wet confines of her throat. Her long tongue lolled out as he did so, warmly tickling his heavily pierced sack and making the captive bead rings jingle like bells as they rang against each other.
	He was getting close to blowing his load right then and there in her mouth, and the Golden could tell. She had other ideas, though; if she were to have herself a pup and get a chance at a human boy of her own then she had to act quickly. Daniel found himself surprised as the doggygirl swiftly pushed him backwards, and he fell to the soft cushioned chaise lounge behind him. Several onlookers who were similarly engaged with their own exploits chuckled at the spectacle as he settled into his seat, and leaned back with his member erect; glistening with saliva as it bobbed to the rhythm of his pulse.
	He gazed up at her in confusion while his brightly blushing, wet, and throbbing cock pointed up at her demandingly. She crawled up on top of him with a mischievous grin, and he could feel the engorged and moist labia of her doggy cunt lightly graze his tool as she straddled him. His confusion was gone, and replaced with delight as she lowered herself down onto him. Her pussy lips were so swollen with arousal that they created a fair bit of resistance as he pushed himself into her. She was so tight; doggy girls were undoubtedly some of the best lays he'd had since coming to Cloudhome. He grunted, eyes scrunched shut as he tried to focus on thrusting up into her; it felt so good, he just wanted it to last a little longer.
	Her juices were dripping down his shaft to trickle over his balls and the heavy dangling piercings that flashed in the midday lighting as he thrusted into her. His legs were spread wide as he leaned back to give him the best leverage possible as he picked up the pace, causing her bare breasts, exposed by the utilitarian harness which she wore, to jump in time with his thrusts. It was due to this spread-legged posture of his, that the German Shepherd was able to worm her way in and begin lapping hungrily at his sack. The first generation uplift sat back on her haunches and licked contentedly at the jingling piercings until she felt his flesh contracting beneath her warm, wet tongue.
	The licking took Daniel by surprise, but the soft tickle of the Shepherdesses fur against his thighs was as titillating as the feeling of her mouth on his testicles. With each thrust he felt her tongue languidly trail over him, hot and wet with it's passing and causing such intense sensations to roil about inside of him. He knew he could not withstand the treatment for long, and found his sack contracting in time with his abdomen as an orgasm washed over him.
	His cum flowed freely into the tight, swollen cunt of the second generation golden which sighed happily as she felt his hot cream spurting up into her. He twitched spasmodically, an unrestrained groan rumbling up and out of him as his body squeezed every ounce of seed out of him. As a young man who was regularly milked and fed a seed stimulating diet; his load was sizeable. As he continued to cum, his orgasm raged on. Wave after wave of hot cum continued to pump out of him. It lasted long enough for the golden to remove herself once she was full and overflowing, and the shepherdess to clamber atop him and sheathe his still pumping cock within her. 
	In the transition, both femmes caught a couple ropes of jizz in their fur. With cheeky grins, they both glanced at each other, uttering gruff canine giggles, and as the shepherdess extracted the last few pumps of man-milk from their male, the golden licked the congealed drops of white from the shepherdesses coat.
	Once the shepherdess had taken her portion of seed within herself, it was the golden's turn to be cleaned. Daniel sat back to watch contentedly as the shepherdess set to work, licking the overshoot out of the golden's fur. After thoroughly cleaning the reclined golden's coat, the shepherdess nosed her way between the second gen's legs to lap greedily at the cream-pie spilling out of her plump sex. The shepherdess was careful not to dip her long, wide tongue too deeply between the thickly swollen lips of the golden's sex; after all, she didn't want to take any seed that might otherwise impregnate the comely doggygirl. Instead, she lapped rapidly at all that oozed out of the golden, her tongue rubbing insistently against the golden's swollen doggy clit. The golden had a look of pure blus on her fuzzy face, her tongue lolling out as her spade was treated to a lovely licking. Several more human males had gathered around to watch the shepherdess at work. Much to the shepherdesses satisfaction, she felt hands on her haunches as a man moved to take his place at her rear, and fill up what space was left inside of her.
	Daniel watched this delightful threesome unfold as the surrounding males stroked themselves, anticipating joining in the fray. It then occurred to Daniel that Tentacle Time must have ended if the collective audience's attention had returned to the hustle and bustle of South Plaza. He let his eyes slip closed with a sigh as he tried to catch his breath, his cock beginning to deflate as he tried to recover. Although Daniel was forgotten by the tangle of naked, panting, and ejaculating bodies not even a meter from where he sat, there were other eyes on him at that moment.
	The rubber nurse had knelt between Daniels legs before he'd even realized she had made her way over. Her slick black catsuit squeaked as she sat before him. She looked down her snout at him as she caressed his softening member with a rubber-gloved claw.

Art by Biozz @ FA

"Don't tucker out on us yet, human. There are many more bitches in need of breeding today." She said sweetly, as she cradled his sack in her smooth palm. If he'd had any protests, he couldn't utter them fast enough as the nurse held up her syringe to the light, depressing the plunger to remove any air bubbles, before swiftly plunging the needle into his sack and injecting him full of  the standard hormonal aphrodisiac cocktail.
	As the injection permeated his testicles, and the residual flowed through his bloodstream, the sensation was as though the rubber nurse was kneeling there jerking him off expertly; and yet she had barely even touched him. He moaned loudly and tipped his head back as his cock reinflated swiftly. The sweet rubbernurse could not help herself, she placed a wet kiss on the bright pink head of Daniels cock before rising and winking.
"Now get back out there, boy! You've got work to do!" and she strode off, no doubt to find more tired peckers in need of rejuvenation.
	Feeling the intense rush of desire that the drugs had instigated, Daniel rose. As he surveyed the crowd of twined males and females, all in various stages of wanton fucking his eyes at last fell upon the trembling shining black form of Toy-1, who having just been forced to cum for the audience below had been lowered down to the waiting crowd. Many of the doggygirls stood by jealously watching as four males all devoted their attention to the sleek sex toy they had just been gifted. They ran their hands over her slick rubber surface, still wet from the spraying of lubricant and her own juices. Daniel strode through the crowd to join the others in their exploration of Toy-1. In all his years vacationing in Cloudhome, he'd never had an opportunity to play with it.
	Small noises of helplessness escaped Toy-1 as she felt hands on her sensitive breasts, gently rubbing her pert nipples. Even as her bosom was caressed, yet more hands probed all the same places where she'd only just been penetrated by her charging station. She felt at least two sets of fingers wiggling into her pussy to spread her wide and feel around exploratively within her. Meanwhile, yet more fingers poked at her still tight anus. Even with all the stretching that the tentacles had given her, her hole was firmly puckered, and required some force for the invading digits to wiggle their way in. One set of fingers even pinched her erect, rubberized clit and rolled it between their fingertips, causing her to shudder and moan in the embrace of all her new lovers.
	Already, the hands of the two men who were experimentally probing her pussy were slick with her hormonally laced lubricant. As they continued to penetrate her, they stroked themselves; the juices dripping out of Toy-1 serving as a slick lube with which they masturbated. The man probing her asshole found the deposited juices waiting for him there, as well, but rather than manually smearing it on his cock, he brought his already erect cock to press against the slick hole. Rubbing it around against her slippery rubber flesh spread the lubricant over his cock and all down her crack. She was quickly becoming a slick mess of lubricant and synthetic pussy juices as she cried out lustfully from the stimulation of the many hands upon her.
	The man playing with her dainty breasts found them so enticing that he simply had to bend his head to catch one squeaky rubber nipple in his mouth. Much to his delight, as he suckled he found another gift that Cloudhome had bestowed upon her children; Toy-1's breasts swelled gently when she was pumped full of nutritive paste because it had activated her milk production. However, instead of producing milk for infants, Toy-1 was especially designed to produce milk for sexually active males. It was sweet, and heavy like sweet-cream. Not only was it nutritious, but just like every other secretion of her body it served one purpose; to stimulate the sexual drive and fortify the ejaculate of the males who used her.
	As the man nursed, his already hard cock seemed to grow even harder. His drive to fuck her was so irresistibly high that he could not help but rub his cock against her squeaky rubber hip, until at last she took him in her hand and began to stroke him. The pre-cum leaking from the head of his turgid member was all that was needed to lubricate her touch as her slick plastic caresses ran over him. His breath puffed erratically against her rubber breast as he suckled harder and humped her hand. With her other hand, she cupped his head to her breast and supported her suckling lover.
	Daniel had reached the tangled group of men and the Synth-wa by the time her milk stores were discovered, and he watched as another man latched onto her other breast, only to find himself being stroked lovingly in much the same fashion as the first. Toy-1 had begun to kneel, taking the two who fed hungrily down to ground with her. The others who had probed her holes curiously quickly tried to position themselves so that V'ki's descent would facilitate their penetration of her. One man laid happily beneath her, his cock pointing up directly to the rubberized slit of her pussy, while the man who had been wantonly humping her ass began pressing the bulbous tip of his tool against her hole, using her downward trajectory to maximize the press of his organ against the rubber sphincter.
	Her descent brought her incredibly puffy wet slit down upon the waiting cock of the man beneath her, and he slid in slick and easy; his tool already covered with lubricant, and soon swimming in even more of it. The bulge of her vulpine labia combined with the latex-like texture of her flesh made the squeeze of her cunt almost like that of a balloon. Her interior was firm and rubbery, but still so slick and tantalizingly wet. It was all he could do to keep from busting the moment the tip entered into her warm depths. The man behind her finally popped past the tight choke of her anus and into the warm, waiting depths of her ass. Inside, she was texturized with intricate rubber ribbing which rippled over his cock deliciously as he thrust into her.
	She gasped as she was penetrated simultaneously by two cocks while both her breasts were suckled. She found herself kneeling over the man inside her pussy, who thrust up into her while the man filling her asshole grasped her by the hips and pulled her against him each time he thrust. The motion of her hips which resulted from being fucked rhythmically in both holes at once was somewhat like an "L" shape as the momentum from the thrusts coming from beneath her lifted her tiny rubberized frame, and the forceful push and pull of the man behind her moved her back and forth. So occupied, was she, that she had not noticed the approach of the tall blonde stranger before her.
	Daniel towered over V'ki and her coterie of lovers, his piercing grey eyes gazing hungrily down at the twined mass of bodies. His raging hard on bobbed as he walked, pointing directly at his destination; the shining ebony form of Toy-1. He could hardly believe there was still a hole open; she was the most popular attraction Toy Town had to offer (hence the name), and yet there it was. Her mouth gaped, wide, glistening wet with saliva, and empty. He resolved himself to remedy it's emptiness.
	Toy-1 opened her eyes to peer through a haze of pleasure up at the broad backed stranger who clutched his intimidating tool before her maw, stroking himself and licking his lips as though ravenous. His cock was easily a couple dozen centimeters long, and just about the diameter of her slender wrist. It would be quite a mouthful.
	As she stared up at him, her eyes heavy with lustful need and her mouth agape in ecstasy, her tongue lolled out; the one pink and fleshy thing on her whole body. It was an invitation. Daniel gladly obliged.
	He tested the waters by giving her a taste of the head of his cock. Her long vulpine tongue darted over it; no less attentive for the other demands being made of her body. Indeed, the others making use of Toy-1 could not ignore the tall, well-muscled stranger; especially not the man thrusting happily into Toy-1's rubber cunt for Daniel stood above him, piercings jingling as he stroked his shaft and brought it to V'ki's mouth once more.
	Toy-1 blinked in confusion as Daniel withdrew his cock from her lips; why did he wait? What was wrong? However, Daniel was merely steeling himself. The cocktail of hormones he had been injected with combined with the silken touch of Toy-1's bioengineered tongue was an intense combination which threatened to make him bust his nut right then and there like a virgin getting his first hand job. He bit his lip as he gently grasped Toy-1's chin, drawing her near as he once again brought his cock to her lips. As though subliminally sensing his needs; V'ki gently kissed the throbbing pink head of his member. She then laid yet another kiss, and another upon his tool; working her way down his still somewhat moist shaft. She could still taste the juices of the two doggygirls that had come before her on his flesh. The rings piercing his scrotum jingled lightly as she reached the base of his organ and her snout nuzzled his sack.
	He could tell that she was going to be good to him.
	Her body shook from the thrusts of the other two males, as well as from the vigor with which she stroked the two males who continued to feed from her perky synthmilk-filled breasts. Daniel could feel every motion which rocked her frame as her soft pink tongue darted out once more to run over the cool metal of his piercings, making music of his moans as they joined the melody of metallic ringing. After playing his piercings with her mouth, her long and delicate tongue ran down the length of him; caressing the underside of his tool until she came to the very tip of it and swirled about the head, playing upon every ridge and vein as though tracing each detail to memorize it. Even when being used by four other men, she treated him like her truest most special lover, worthy of the lion's share of her efforts and attentions.
	A groan of delight issued forth from Daniels parted lips as he felt the warm, wet, feather light caress of her attentive tongue touching every inch of him. He felt the ripple of a tremor roll from his head down to his toes as her hormone laced saliva left a tingling trail upon his skin. Her tongue studied him like scholars studied the Edda, and yet for the first time in years he found himself feeling as though he were playing the part of the student. He had always been a virile and sexually abundant male; he was knowledgeable in the many positions of the Cani Sutra, his endurance was the best of the males in  his colony, and he was never one to lose control over his own body and orgasm before he was ready. Yet, here he was trembling beneath the touch of this half nanite-enriched rubber synthetic, half vixen like an inexperienced boy. She was the finest piece of engineering to come out of Cloudhome, he was sure of it!
	Warm semen splashed against the undersides of her breasts as she jerked the men off to completion. They both mewled against her tits like whiny pups as they convulsed in time with the pumping of their ejaculations. She could feel the vibrations of their cries buzzing against her nipples, which created further gushes of wetness for the man who was still thrusting up into her rubbercunt. As intensely aroused as she was at the sensation of tepid, buttery cum sliding over her skin and the vibrations against her nipples; she leaned forward and took Daniel into her mouth.
	As she felt his shaft slide deeply into her throat, she also felt the heated explosion in her ass which told her that the man fucking it had just spilled himself into her. He bit down lightly upon her neck, gasping against her springy synthetic flesh as he thrust himself a couple more times. With each thrust, a fresh rope of creamy man-milk spurted deeply into her ass. Already her body began to fill; storing these vigorous samples for later extraction. Her anus throbbed around his tool tightly as her body automatically sought to milk him of every last drop. He felt wave after wave of contracting, pulsing rubber ridges squeezing his member as he came. He panted against her neck as her ass extracted his sperm with mechanical efficiency, sucking him dry.
	The cock in her mouth was so satisfying; for a creature that never ate in the traditional sense, having a phallus or tentacle buried deep within her throat had replaced the sensation of eating for her. She gobbled him up hungrily, and he could feel her throat contracting around him; warm, wet, and smooth. She seemed to be trying to swallow his member, and the resulting sensation was like a slippery massage. Her throat and mouth seemed to know exactly how to regulate the pressure, speed, and motions in all the right ways. The slick yet tight hold upon his shaft undulated with such perfect precision that he felt he would explode at any minute. In truth, each of her orifices provided these finely tuned alterations in pressure, speed, and texture to the cocks that visited them. She was designed to impart maximum pleasure on the men that used her in order to suck as much male seed as was possible into her body for later recovery.
	Toy-1 felt the two males who she had manually orgasmed get up and wander off, undoubtedly to rest or be found by a rubbernurse. Even the man occupying her ass rose and retreated. It was as the head of his cock popped out of her tight hole that she felt the one who was still vigorously fucking her swollen cunt shudder as her pussy filled with warmth. It was as though the sensation of the withdrawal of the other mans cock, which could easily be felt through the thin barrier separating the inside of her womanhood from the inside of her ass, had been just the stimulation the other man had needed to push him over the edge and fill her other hole. As efficient as her storage and seals were, the size of the loads men produced when fucking the synth-wa were simply too large for her body to hold. As the man inside of her trembled, ejaculating his massive load; a small trickle of milky overflow dribbled from her tightly squeezed asshole to tickle his twitching balls. It was soon joined by the abundant overflow of her cunt as well.
	The man beneath her did not finish his task until she was overflowing. Once he had pumped his last wave of semen into her, he finally relaxed. He laid back with a sigh and gazed up at the bulge in her throat as she sucked Daniel off with finesse.
	Daniel grasped Toy-1 by the ears, his grip mercilessly tight. She did not register pain, and so he could be as rough as he wanted. His grip was crushing as he tried to hold back the impending wave of cum that he could tell was going to wash out of him and into her soon. It just felt so amazing as she swirled her tongue within her mouth to caress him, and her throat pulsed firmly against his tool; he wanted this to last forever. Now she truly was focusing all her attentions on him, and it was mind-blowing. She was a built and bred fucking machine who led him to question who was truly being used. Though she was designed to be a toy for the men of Cloudhome to play with; he felt so helpless as she lavished him with pleasure. He realized that with the seal she made with her mouth on his cock that he likely wouldn't have been able to leave even if he'd wanted to. She was going to get his cum whether he wanted to give it or not; although between the rubbernurses injection. Toy-1's saliva, and years of conditioning he wanted very much so to give her a big thick load of his seed.

Art by Cream.Pub @ FA

"Ohhhh don't stop." he moaned to her, trying vainly to thrust his hips but finding that there was no moving as she worked on him.
"Yeah, fuck that throat! You're making her neck bulge!" came a cheer from the sideline. That was when Daniel realized that they had an audience.
	He felt the gaze of many eyes upon him all of a sudden, and as he turned his head to look, he saw them all. Men of all shapes, sizes, and ages had gathered around to watch Toy-1 at work. Many of them could not resist the urge to touch themselves as they watched, imagining their own cocks buried deep within her; they lived vicariously through Daniel. Some of the doggygirls who waited jealously on the sidelines would occasionally lend a helping hand, or mouth, or cunt. A crowd of men being serviced by eager uplifts surrounded Daniel while Toy-1 mouth-fucked him. He was helpless to her suckling, but he didn't mind in the least. He could tell that his audience looked on with a combination of arousal, admiration, and envy.
	Nakedness was no cause for shame, nor was it even particularly noteworthy in Cloudhome. However, there was something about all the attention and admiration being directed towards him at that moment that made him feel as though he were laid even more bare than his nudity. He was an erotic public spectacle for all to witness as Toy-1 milked his captive cock, and all his viewers got off on witnessing his pleasure as much as he got off on experiencing it. This collective erotic rapture hung heavy and thick in the air; the cloying smell of sex and pheromones. This was what Toy-1 did best.
	The scrutiny heightened his pleasure; there was something about having all eyes on him as he thrust into her mouth that seemed to hasten his pulse, and increase the enjoyment of the delightful caresses of her tongue. It was a combination of the collective gazes pressing in around him, and the relentless stimulation of his member that finally pushed him over the edge. He heard groans from his audience as he looked back down at V'ki with his own mouth hanging open for a hearty moan. His abdomen and sack tightened as his orgasm burst forth causing him to pull her head towards him so that he could bury himself as deeply as possible in the welcoming depths of her throat.
	As she listened to him moan, she heard the chorus of onlookers moaning as well. The sight of her expertly orally extracting seed from Daniel was enough to put several others over the edge. She could feel the warm gushes of his cum splashing against her throat, and trickling down as he moaned and trembled. However, she would not relinquish her suction-like grip on his cock until she had sucked every last bit of his jizz into her abdominal storage. She placed her hands, still slick with lubricant, upon his hips to hold him in place as the mechanisms in her throat worked briskly to knead his throbbing tool as he came. He felt the pressure of her throat rolling from the base of his cock all the way to the tip with each spurt he produced like a milkmaid at the tit. She also continued to apply mechanical suction, like a gentle vacuum. He could feel her insistently pulling at his member until he was a twitchy moaning mess.
	The audience looked on in sheer erotic delight as he orgasmed helplessly for several minutes, held in place by the hungry Synth-wa. Even the man still laying beneath her with his semi-flaccid member in her pussy, gazed on; he had an up close view of the way her throat rippled with motion as Daniels sack pulsed with each wave of cum he sent rushing into her. Another man in the audience trembled and groaned as he did the same into the waiting maw of the gen 1 uplift dalmy which sat patiently before him. Daniels ejaculation seemed to herald many others as a wave of moans passed through the crowd. Cloudhome AC watched on in delight; where seed was spilled, babies were born.
	After finally relinquishing her final two lovers, V'ki was once more lovingly embraced by the tentacles of her docking station. I was time for post-service-cycle maintenance; Tentacle Time, Round Two.
	Instinctively, she spread her legs as a suction tentacle slid over her still gooey pussy lips, swollen and rubbery. Her body was raised into the air for all to witness as the tentacle slipped between both swollen labia and into her depths. In a nearly constant state of arousal, V'ki moaned again as she felt her sensitive parts penetrated once more. Immediately the suction began, and excess seed was slurped from her pussy and stored for later use. Her warm insides throbbed against the tentacle as though she were still being fucked as she felt herself emptying. Even this was pleasurable for her.
	As one tentacle emptied her aching cunt, another prodded at her anus until it gained entry, and began giving it the same treatment. As her ass stretched, she gyrated against the penetrating probes instinctively making their jobs easier and driving them deeper inside. With two appendages cleaning her organs of spilled seed at once, her spade had swollen massively from sheer arousal and stimulation. One more tentacle slipped towards her loins, it suction-tip taking her knobby little fox-clit and buzzing as it suckled her, heightening her pleasure even more. As she tipped her head back to cry out from the clitoral stimulation, the final tentacle once more dove into her mouth and down her throat, retrieving the sperm in her abdominal storage.
	Her body awash in joyous sensations, she writhed upon all the tentacles. Two more descended to suction upon her nipples, emptying out the remainder or her synthmilk. Retrieved resources would be used in the production of seed stimulating feed for the male breeding stock of Asgard. Truly nothing would go to waste.
	A scream was building as a clitoral orgasm threatened to explode from the harassment of her spade, and wash over her entire rubber form like a shock wave.
"Gentle now, daughter. Not yet. Hold off until extraction is complete." Cloudhome chided gently in V'ki's mind.
"Yes, mother." was what she would have said if she had been able to reply, but the tentacle in her throat prevented all articulate speech from escaping, allowing only the sound of wanton moans and whimpers.
	She thrust instinctively against all points of penetration, the eyes of hundreds of enraptured and otherwise erotically engaged onlookers plastered to her physical gyrations. The probing device deep inside her vagina finished draining the residual sperm, and pressed on past her cervix; she could feel it caressing her womb as it began harvesting her fertilized ova. Each microscopic bundle of cells was already beginning to develop, and would be transplanted into a MIYA for further incubation until the fetus came to term. Just as Toy-1 was expertly designed by Cloudhome to collect sperm and produce ova, so were MIYA's designed to provide fertilized eggs with the environment they needed to become strong and healthy infants.
	After each tentacle had sucked her dry of semen, fertilized ova, and synthmilk, it began flushing her clean once more. She felt the gentle pressure of loose, watery lubricant as the tentacles switched modes to instead shoot large volumes of cleaning lubricant into every hole in her body. As she felt the tepid fluid fill her, build in pressure, and then overflow to drip from her ass, pussy, and maw all at once; so too did the tingling in her clit crescendo to break over her like a wave of orgasmic ecstasy. Her screams of delight were muffled by the tentacle filling her throat, but her orgasm prompted yet others in the audience below as they witnessed her entire form convulse upon the phallic tentacles which held her aloft merely by penetrating her.
	With that, Toy-1 entered rest mode as her maintenance station began clean-up procedures. Surely another service cycle would begin soon enough. In the dim catacombs of her nanite-riddled mind, she felt eager to begin her work anew. This was her life, her purpose, her arete; and life was good.

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	A knock upon the door caused Mr. and Mrs. Gautier to jump. Like most evenings in Nouveau Languedoc it had been quiet and mellow. A little more than 9 months had passed since their hearing with Shayla, and as a result their adoption request was far from their minds. Jessie arrived to the door first, her tail wagging exuberantly as she tried to recollect what kind of delivery they were expecting. Samson arrived as she pulled the door open with her mouth, his ears perked forward attentively.
	Both tails began wagging wildly as their eyes fell upon the MIYA standing innocuously in the doorway. When inactive, she had merely been an empty rubber chassis, but now her form was tall and voluptuous, her fur ruddy and bright with the occasional stripe in select locations, and her incredibly large pale ears quirked towards the couple as she assessed and identified them using her complex AC programming. A cool eyed gaze looked them over from beneath her fringe of ivory hair. Her dainty blue nose constantly tested the air, scanning for any smells that might indicate a threat to the tiny bundle she held clutched to her massive bosom. The tiny human babe in her arms suckled hungrily at her blushing blue tit as she held him protectively. The form and figure of every MIYA was so exotic and foreign that there was no way she could be mistaken for an organic creature. She was a specialized robot; her mechanized body designed to carry embryos to maturity while both protecting and nurturing them. Her embryo was now a baby, and ready to go to his new home.
"Delivery for Mr. and Mrs. Gautier?" she announced in the monotone wrote that revealed her to be the mechanical being which she was.
"Y-yes! Oh, yes! That's us!" Jessie yipped excitedly.
"Congratulations, it's a boy!" declared the MIYA as she knelt to gingerly sling the baby's carrier over Jessie's neck.
"Thank you!" Samson whined ecstatically, sniffing his new son and wagging his tail uncontrollably as the MIYA rose, his paws tapping out a merry rhythm on the entryway floor.
"Have you decided on a name?" The MIYA queried in the same mechanical wrote.
"I-I'm not entirely sure…" Jessie trailed off, placing a loving lick upon her new infant sons cheek, entirely lost in a surge of maternal love.
"What about Francois, hun? You mentioned that after the hearing…You still like it?" Samson asked his wife haltingly. They had been so taken by surprise he'd almost forgotten their prior conversation in all the excitement.
"Sure…" she murmured dreamily as she nuzzled her babe, and he wrapped his tiny hand in her fur. With the right hormone treatments her milk would come in swiftly and she would be nursing him herself in no time.
"Francois Gautier; registration sucessful. Thank you for choosing Cloudhome Adoption Services. Enjoy family life, and have a lovely evening." She droned in response, before rising and retreating on her way back to Cloudhome, leaving the happy new family to get to know each other. Another miracle of technology all thanks to Cloudhome's slightly eccentric AC and it's wholesome yet deviant scheming.