Story by Custos
(Original posting 11 february 2017 on https://inkbunny.net/Custos)

Please don’t repost this story, let it remain in my gallery on inkbunny!
This story contains material for adults only, do not read if you’re a minor.
The material presented is fictional and for adult fantasy only.
The author does not condone any of the depicted illegal activity in real life.

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Standalone: Bump in the Night.

Ivan has never had a simple or easy life. He’s lost his mother when he was a young child and his father when he was a teenager. Both to human hunters. Those monsters just appeared out of nowhere, took Ivan’s kin and disappeared with them into the night. Those who are taken are never seen again, rumour among beasts goes that the humans hunt them not for their flesh but to wear their skin and fur. To cover up their own ugly nakedness and to better withstand the cold of the harsh climate in these regions. Grandparents tell their grandchildren never to answer the call of a deceased loved one, especially at night, for it’s a human wearing their skin and fur, trying to lure the grieving person as another victim.

Humans have always been somewhat of a mystery. They walk on two legs, just like them, and they move and act like the anthros too. But where most animals are small, the humans are large. Huge even to some. And not even the large animals are safe when the humans emerge from the shadows, snatching anyone across their path and take them away into the night. Some choose not to believe humans exist, that they are monsters from a fairy tale whom only appear and disappear within the mind of paranoid anthros. But those who’ve encountered them know better. And they praise themselves lucky they weren’t the ones taken.

Ivan arrives home from class, the weekend before him as he switches on the light to his modest dwelling. The arctic fox boy is beautiful, Ivan’s fur soft and snow white and his eyes a magnificent blue opal, inherited from his loving mom. From his dad he’s inherited his athletic physique? Ivan likes to believe he’s inherited both their intelligence which made him extremely smart. He’s always been a good student at school, despite his emotional turmoil, though he’s a loner and doesn’t care for social interaction with his peers. If he communicates at all, it’s with teachers and therapists. Ivan has been under the government’s care ever since his last parent was taken and because of his exceptional grades has been allowed much more freedom and funds than a teenager in his shoes would receive.

Thus he finds himself in a modest home with a basement, the latter of which he’s promptly transformed in his laboratory, sort of speak. He likes to conduct experiments and expand his knowledge down there, dwelling the basement for hours into the night as he reads and researches. His latest point of interest is a softly glowing gemstone one of his former teachers gave to him. The man had retired and visited his favourite student one last time, giving Ivan the gemstone along with the tale that surrounded it. Apparently this wolf teacher had encountered a human posing as his own dead grandfather, but instead of cowering away the man had decided to confront the monster and fight him.

What followed was a gruesome fight, during which the teacher had lost one of his fingers and been cut and bruised up pretty badly. But as if by divine intervention, suddenly another human had entered the scene from the darkness, looking entirely different from the impostor pretending to be the teacher’s dead grandparent. The other human was wearing his head fur in dreadlocks, smelled of weird spices that made the wolf’s head spin and was scantily dressed in simple linen rags. It had lunged at the first human and fought it, dragging the fight away from Ivan’s teacher. The wolf had used this opportunity to get away, returning the next day to the place where it happened during daylight. He had found traces of the struggle and the gemstone where the tracks in the snow suddenly stopped. He never figured out the gemstone’s purpose.

And thus the wolf had given it to Ivan, the white arctic fox having spend many nights pondering and studying it, experimenting on it as well. So far without results.

Ivan yawns as he enters his home, closing the door behind himself and tossing his bag onto the couch as he slowly drags himself to the kitchen to warm up some food. After he’s done eating, the white furred fox once more dives into the basement, breaking his head over the gemstone as he runs the details of his teacher’s story through his brain, trying to connect all his human knowledge in correlation with the stone.

It’s not his only project, though, as is proven with a look throughout the room. The gifted boy is especially interested in robotics, having built mechanical hands and contraptions for various tasks, having been featured more than once in several magazines as a young promising talent with his inventions. His magnum opus so far in his young life is still in construction, though, as he aspires to create artificial intelligence and a body for it to house. In the corner of the room hangs a anthro-like creation, made from spare parts and donated furs. The thing would certainly be called monstrous and frighten any unknowing person to go down into the basement, but to Ivan it’s a project of love. He even considers the thing a companion of sorts, only to be improved as he advances on its creation. The boy looks over at the dead silent body-like form hanging from its hook, the head lowered to its chest with dull eyes.

Ivan smiles and walks over to it, admiring his own handy work as his fingers glide over the synthetic body. It hasn’t been easy, but he’s been sneaking blueprints to his school’s 3D printer to make this creation possible, able to log on remotely and start printing at night so that he only has to retrieve the part before classes the next day. The white fox is lonely, without even realizing he’s lonely. He craves contact but deems his peers unreachable and uninteresting. Ivan sighs as he he holds the artificial hand, bending the fingers as if to test they are still functional. He yawns once more, Ivan growing more unable to keep his eyes open, the day having been exhausting.

The fox boy chuckles and extends the palm of the artificial hand, placing the gemstone in it as he mumbles:”Keep an eye on it for me, will you? Night, Sado.”
Ivan ascends the staircase back out of the basement and flicks off the light, the gemstone faintly glowing in the dark like it always has. Officially Ivan calls his project ‘Lazarus’, only letting his school in on very small aspects of the bigger picture, claiming it’s a large project that needs several years to be completed and funded. In private, though, he’s dubbed the machine ‘Sado’.

Extremely tired, Ivan is barely able to toss off all his clothes before plopping down into bed, lightly snoring not much after as he lies under the covers. Unbeknownst to him, the window to the basement outside in the yard lights up briefly in a magnificent blue, the night being driven off for the briefest of moments before the darkness returns in full.

It’s still entirely dark outside when Ivan’s ears flick up, picking up on a sound as he slumbers, his sleep interrupted as the boy slowly returns to consciousness, hanging in between dream and awake state. For a moment, the arctic fox wonders why he woke up, almost reaching to rub his eyes when suddenly he notices a large dark form standing right in the middle of his open door. His heart jumps a beat and his entire body freezes, cold taking a hold of him as the boy represses the urge to scream. There’s an intruder right next to his bed, within an arm’s length of the boy, just standing there.

Keeping his cool, Ivan regains his calm, peering as best as he can between his eyelashes as he slightly opens his eyes, trying to get a better look at the intruder. The form is huge, just standing there with balled fists as it looks down over Ivan, slightly leaning over the formerly sleeping boy. Just as the white fox boy tries to think of a way to escape with minimal risk of injury or worse, the form suddenly moves, attempting to walk back out but doing so in the most awkward of ways. Oddly, it doesn’t make a sound, its feet hitting the carpeted floor with precision to avoid any noises but doing so in a way that makes the hairs on Ivan’s neck stand on end. It’s as if he’s watching an alien attempting to mimic human movement but by far not grasping the subtleties of it.

Once the form has disappeared for more than five minutes, Ivan carefully gets up and closes the bedroom door, locking it as he returns to bed. He doesn’t flick on the light on the nightstand because anyone outside his room would be able to see the glow underneath the door. He grabs his cellphone and contemplates calling the police, but then realizes he has no proof. The only thing he would be able to tell the cops is that he was half asleep when he saw something alien walk away without making a sound. They might be pissed at him for calling them and fining him instead. Thus the boy decides that if he hears anything, any sound at all, before the morning he would immediately call the cops. Ivan didn’t sleep a wink the entire night, waiting for the sun to rise and carefully checking his entire house in the light. He finds nothing out of the ordinary.

Ivan tries to stay up without sleep, fighting back the headaches and exhaustion the entire day until eventually he crashes and falls asleep on his couch, just before dinner time.

When he opens his eyes, it’s already pitch black outside and thus inside the house as well, the silence so thick you could hear a pin drop. Again, Ivan has this eerie feeling, peering through his eyelashes as he once more pretends to be asleep. At first he doesn’t notice anything out of the ordinary, when suddenly slight movement pulls his attention. Slowly, the silhouette of a head emerges from the kitchen door in the hallway, the thing moving as if floating and halting before any more of its body can be revealed. Ivan fights back a scream, trying to remain calm but the worst is yet to come.

Slowly, as if rousing from sleep itself, eyelids open to reveal two brightly blue eyes in the dark, staring directly at Ivan across the room. The eyes are wide and unnatural, peering directly into the boy’s soul as Ivan can’t contain himself any longer, screaming his lungs out whilst the rest of his body is frozen in fear.

The sound seems to startle whatever entity the intruder is, the black silhouette moving quickly and oddly like an animatronic towards the basement door, the eyes never blinking or averting its gaze from the screaming boy as the head remains perfectly still whilst the body bumbles about. The form disappears out of sight down the basement stairs, Ivan throwing himself out of the front door and running to the neighbours’ house about a hundred meters away from his, screaming.

The cops arrive soon and two officers enter Ivan’s house whilst a third stays with the boy and the neighbours, trying to calm the fox as she notes down everything he blabbers on about. About fifteen minutes later, the two officers come back and report the house is clear of intruders and does not seem to show signs of a break-in. Ivan can feel the hairs on the back of his neck rise once more as one of the officers suggests Ivan just merely dreamt the occurrence. He denies profusely, telling them it’s the second night it’s happened and that he didn’t call the first time because of this exact reason.

Calming the boy down, the officers guide him back to his own house and search the building once more to make Ivan feel at ease. They don’t find anything and suggest Ivan should call if anything strange happens again. The arctic fox looks dismayed, not wanting to be left alone when suddenly one of the officers says one last thing:”Oh, and better finish that meal on the table, it looked quite delicious.”
Perplexed, Ivan can’t even utter a word as the officers drive off, looking back into the now well lit house as he makes his way into the kitchen.

Right in the middle of the table is a fancy dinner, a chicken grilled to perfection on a plate, with a side dish of salad and potato peels, small cups of home-made sauces next to them. To finish it off, a glass of red wine had been poured from a bottle Ivan didn’t even know he owned anymore, the table set for two but only one glass was filled. The chicken is still warm, the pots and pans in the kitchen used not too long ago.

If Ivan had any friends or a car, he would’ve left that instant. Instead he was forced to wait until dawn, when he felt safer, to check the entire house himself once more with a baseball bat in hand. The basement was exactly as he left it, Sado hanging in his corner with the gemstone still in the palm of his hand and looking blankly to the floor. Ivan locks the basement door, as well as every other door in the house before checking his bedroom for any intruders and then locking it shut as well, finally able to get some rest.

Ivan’s a wreck when he returns to school, immediately heading to the principal and pleading with the man to rent the boy a room on the campus, even if just for a few weeks. Ivan gets his wish for a week or two, then all the rooms are occupied with more permanent inhabitants and the arctic fox is more or less forced to return home.

As soon as the snow white fox steps through the door, he can instantly smell the scent of fresh lemons, the house almost sparkling from cleanliness. Perplexed, the boy moves around warily, all the locked doors had been unlocked and the place had been cleaned from top to bottom. Not a single speck of dust was left. Even the rotting food from the fridge had been removed and deposited in the trash bags out back. Nothing seemed missing or out of place, it’s almost as if someone had removed all filth with a magic spell without moving anything at all.

Ivan sits down on the couch in the living room, pushing his head down into his hands as he sobs. The cops would never believe him, they didn’t the last time he called them. He has nowhere to go and is trapped inside this house with possibly a dangerous stalker.

That night, Ivan sits on the couch next to the front door with a blanket on his lap, his baseball bat next to him and all the doors inside the house locked once more and all the lights on. He’s flipping through the channels on the television in an attempt to find something interesting enough to keep him awake. Whoever the intruder is, this has to stop! For the longest of times, nothing happens and the fox grows more tired by the minute, slurping coffee like mad in an attempt to stay awake. Big mistake! Soon the boy’s bladder is full and he can’t hold it any longer, grabbing the baseball bat and moving towards the bathroom door.

Unlocking the door and locking it once more when inside, Ivan relieves himself and washes his hands before he opens the door once more. As soon as the arctic fox opens the door, he’s greeted by darkness. Every light in the house has been turned off. The boy freezes in his tracks and just stands in the well lit door opening of the bathroom, observing how every other locked door now stands open. If Ivan hadn’t just relieved himself he would’ve pissed his pants, the fox mentally slapping himself on the forehead as he realizes he’s left his cellphone on the coffee table before the couch.

The darkness is deadly silent, the light of the bathroom not piercing far into it as Ivan can just vaguely see as far as the open basement door. Squinting his eyes, the arctic fox suddenly realizes the silhouette of a head is once more visible, peering at him from just around the corner of the basement door. As if on que, slowly the eyelids open once more, revealing two hauntingly blue glowing eyes as they pierce straight into Ivan’s, ripping into his soul as his heart skips another beat or two.

As rational and intelligent as Ivan is, fear takes hold of him, especially when the head never moves but a body stumbles into view regardless, as if detached from the appendage. Dropping the baseball bat onto the tiled floor of the bathroom, the sharp sound of wood on stone is soon followed by a thud, the arctic fox boy having lost consciousness as he fainted from sheer terror.

It’s unclear how much time has passed when Ivan comes to, it’s still dark inside the house and outside, the light coming from the bathroom faintly illuminates the hallway. The boy lies inside his bed, tucked in. And when Ivan tries to throw back the covers, he discovers to his horror that he’s naked too. His stalker had picked him up, undressed him completely and then put him to bed!

Ivan starts to sweat as his eyes dart back and forth across the room, not seeing the intruder as he can hear the television play. It’s unclear what’s on, though, when suddenly the sound is muted abruptly. Once again silence takes hold of the house as Ivan’s eyes stare at the open door to his bedroom in sheer terror, the by now familiar silhouette of the head slowly sliding into view as the wide open blue eyes bore into Ivan’s soul.

It all becoming too much, the arctic fox boy starts crying, pleading and begging the intruder:”Why are you doing this to me! Please, just go! I won’t tell anyone, I won’t call the cops. Please, don’t hurt me! Just go!”
For a moment, the head is unmoving and the eyes still haven’t blinked a single time. Slowly the body moves into view as the head remains still, up until the point that it has to follow or the creature would break its neck. Ivan’s sobbing quiets down, the boy’s eyes wide as he’s baffled. There in his open door stands Sado, the android he’s been trying to build, seemingly sentient.

Ivan’s lower lip drops as the boy takes in his project in progress, Sado seems improved upon as more parts of the fur covering his electronics have been added, as well as more parts and latex skin to complete him more. The body seems larger than it ever was before, once it stands up straight, the machine not entirely grasping anthropomorphic movement just yet. Moving his eyes between Sado’s legs, Ivan notices that even a synthetic penis and scrotum has been added, defining his creation as male without question.

The fox’s eyes rise up once more to the machine’s face, the thing just standing there in the faint light coming from behind it as it just stares down at its creator with those blue glowing eyes, unwavering, unliving.

Slowly, Ivan sits up in his bed, clutching the covers to his chest as he softly calls out:”S-Sado?”
The machine lowers his head sideways, like a feral animal would do, though much more mechanically in its movement. It doesn’t seem to be able to answer verbally, Ivan remembering that he didn’t put in any sound boxes or wiring for speech. The fox scoots a little closer to the edge of the bed, the teenager no longer perceiving Sado as a direct threat:”S-Sado. Can you understand me?”

Once more, the machine lowers its head sideways like a curious animal, this time to the right. Ivan gulps and then directs his gaze to the light switch next to the hulking machine, pondering. He looks back up at Sado’s face and then speaks clearly:”Sado. If you understand me and bear me no ill will, flip on the light switch.”

For a moment, nothing happens. The arctic fox growing more anxious every passing second, which seem more like minutes. Then, the colossal mass turns its body slightly, the head remaining unmoved in exactly the same position as its eyes stare down at Ivan, the robot’s finger extending as it flips the light switch.

Bright light bathes the bedroom now, Ivan’s tension slowly draining but not completely fading, the boy pulling his knees up to his chest underneath the covers:”Sado, where are my clothes?”
The machine immediately points at the bedroom closet. Ivan nods approvingly, though he had meant for Sado to give him back the clothes he wore before, he does not want to provoke the robot. He forces his heartbeat to calm down, taking a few deep breaths as he then speaks:”Alright, Sado. Please bring me some underwear.”

Sado lowers its head again sideways, the head creepily remaining in this position as the machine then walks over to the closet, the face and eyes never directing away from Ivan even though the body is now with its back to him. A few moments later, Sado retrieves a pair of boxers from the closet drawers and extends his arm to give it to the white fox boy. Ivan’s fingers tremble as he reaches for the garment, expecting to be yanked forward by the machine but Sado just stands completely still as the fabric glides off its hand.

Once put on, Ivan steps out of bed from under the covers, wearily walking around Sado in a large semi-circle, the robot mimicking the boy’s stance as he too circles far around the fox. Ivan feels the fur in the back of his neck rise as he presses himself with his back to the wall in the hallway just outside his door. Sado follows him, the artificial colossus towering over Ivan as it gets through the door. The face with bright blue glowing eyes now very close to the fox’. Ivan closes his eyes and almost whispers:”Please return to the basement.”
Almost immediately, heavy footsteps resound as Sado steps towards and through the basement door, Ivan opening his eyes and catching a glimpse of the machine’s large male genitals bouncing back and forth just before it disappears from sight. Thoughts rush through Ivan’s mind:”How the hell did Sado get its hands on such specific parts? How the hell did it become alive and seemingly sentient? What are its intentions?”

The next few days, Ivan skips school under pretence of being ill, the boy devoting all of his time in studying his creation. Sado seemingly recognizes its name, can execute simple commands and has a huge interest in watching television. This interest completely vaporizes when Ivan introduced the colossus to the internet, though, the machine browsing non-stop as it seemingly absorbs information. It also seems to mimic behaviour shown on television shows and on the internet, already processing what is acceptable behaviour and what is not. When Ivan asks to pat the desk in front of it, Sado complies. When the fox asks to slam a fist onto the table, Sado hesitates, only executing the command once Ivan insists.

The progress booked on Sado is incredible, the machine adopting much more normal anthropomorphic behaviour and mannerisms, as well as some even bordering on the line of affection. Ivan had given the hulking machine some clothes he had bought especially for Sado, the robot obediently had stood still as the fox had dressed him. Later that night when Ivan was getting ready for bed, Sado suddenly started undressing the fox, right down to the teenager’s birthday suit. Ivan had briefly been uncomfortable but then realized Sado is just a robot and that it isn’t any different than undressing in front of his shoes or closet. These thoughts were on shaky grounds, though, because Sado immediately after undressed himself, ripping the clothes in the process before the machine seemingly cuddled up to Ivan in bed.

Ivan had send his creation back to the basement, uncomfortable with the idea of cuddling up to a possibly unstable machine in his bed, even if it’s an artificial one.

The next morning, Ivan wakes up to find Sado standing in front of his bed. Though the transformation the machine has undergone is incredible!

At the foot-end stands a magnificently handsome, tall and athletic nude arctic wolf. His fur white, grey and black in exactly the right places, beautiful crystal blue eyes peering mysteriously and seductively at the boy in bed. There’s no trace of machinery left, all fur and skin looks lifelike, Sado looking incredibly real. As Ivan looks down at the naked wolf’s crotch, he can’t see a single indication that the appendage is fake, the shaft pulsing up and down lightly in rhythm with a heartbeat, just like a living penis would do.

The boy’s mouth and throat are dry, Ivan trying to clear it as he croaks:”S-Sado?”
The hypnotizing beautiful blue eyes wink at Ivan, the wolf smiling as he slowly climbs onto the bed, kneeling down with a seductive expression. Ivan can feel his heartbeat increase, even though he knows it’s a machine and not a living being kneeling down on his bed, his penis perking up instantly from deflating morning wood to full fledged erection once more:”Oh God!”

Sado grins, seemingly pleased with how his actions influence his creator, the handsome large wolf man crawling forth over the seemingly younger teenager as Ivan meekly tries to resist:”N-no, Sado! This is wr-, this… it can’t happen!”
The white furred fox tries to weakly push Sado back, his hand on the wolf’s chest, the boy gasping in another surprise as he can feel the skin feels like warm flesh:”Sado! How did you do all this?!”
With a cheeky smile, Sado brings his index finger in front of his snout, shushing Ivan before gently grasping the fox’ hand. The artificial wolf then brings the hand to his chest, allowing Ivan to feel a heart beat, strong and broad, inside the ribcage.

Ivan is flabbergasted, his penis completely erect as Sado encloses it in the surprisingly warm palm of his hand, gently massaging it to spread the first drop of pre-cum around. The fox can clearly see that Sado is aroused too, if that is at all possible for a machine, and the wolf’s humanoid cock stands up firmly. Ivan jerks back his hand from the handsome arctic wolf’s chest, whimpering softly:”Sado. I… I…”
Again, the arctic wolf puts his index finger to his lips, gesturing Ivan to silence as Sado advances forward, smiling. With curiosity and perhaps even excitement and anticipation, the artificial wolf grinned as he sits himself down on Ivan’s lap. Surprisingly, it doesn’t feel like a block of concrete is dropped on top of the fox boy’s crotch like Ivan briefly feared, the weight was somewhat heavy but more to normal expectations for a person of Sado’s height.

Impatient like a virgin, Sado reaches up to cradle Ivan’s jawline, his closing in on the teenager’s when he stops. Their eyes meet, Sado’s artificial heart seemingly beating faster as seemingly adult male and almost adult Ivan make a connection on a much deeper level. Then, to Ivan’s surprise, he finds himself leaning forward as he closes his eyes, pressing his mouth to Sado’s curious lips in a tender kiss.

They sit like this for a few moments, unmoving, just taking in the sensation. Ivan, being a virgin because he’s unable to connect to his peers, and Sado, a virgin because his life seemingly only started a few weeks back, are equally new to the whole situation.

When Sado lightly withdraws, Ivan’s corner fang hooks itself on the artificial wolf’s lip, giving it a light bite as the white fox blurts out in surprise:”You- you have saliva!”
It may have sounded hilarious to a third party looking in on the scene, but Ivan is truly baffled that an android is able to simulate so many bodily functions, including saliva. Sado just smiles and nuzzles his snout to the finer fox one, pecking kisses all over the boy’s face as the seemingly adult male towers over the smaller one. Ironically, if age were to be accounted for, it would be Ivan being the molester instead of Sado, the robot only a few weeks old but looking like he has a good couple of years on the fox.

Ivan’s doubt and reservations are shoved to the back of his mind and locked behind sturdy doors, the teenager yearning for physical and emotional affection so much that he throws the knowledge that Sado is artificial out of the window. He intends to ride this miracle for as long as he can. Meanwhile, Sado’s hands are exploring the young boy’s body, feeling the teenager’s physique underneath his palms as they glide over Ivan’s chest and stomach. Somewhat painfully, the fox’ humanoid penis presses against the back of Sado’s buttocks, spreading streaks of pre-cum all over Sado’s delicious bubble butt.

Their eyes meet again, the boy’s cock throbbing in lust as Sado reaches back to readjust Ivan’s penis, putting the spongy head against the entrance to his anus. Before Ivan can react and suggest to use some lube, the wolf already sits himself down, the fox’ cock sinking slowly but firmly inside of the robot’s warm body, “Oh fuuuck!”
Sado’s lower jaw drops, his tongue lolling out slightly as he too closes his eyes seemingly in concentration, holding on to Ivan’s shaft until all of the boy is inside the robot’s adult frame. The inside of Sado’s artificial body is tight and slick, external lubrication unnecessary as the machine rocks himself back and forth on top of his living sex partner, Ivan pressing his head back into the bed as he moans loudly.

Sado rides his creator’s lap, mimicking and applying millions of small parameters set as he programmed himself by absorbing tons of porn last night. Unbeknownst to his creator, he has had a spike in his development after which he was able to convert every day household objects back into raw materials which he assimilated to create his new body. As soon as sex is over, Ivan might realize more than just a few things went missing from his home.

But for now, the fox is in heaven, clutching and pawing at Sado’s chest and flat athletic stomach, grasping the warm pulsing shaft and rolling back the foreskin to reveal the shiny head on top. He then leans forward as he humps up into his artificial bed partner, enclosing his lips around Sado’s tip as he gives it an experimental suckle. It tastes clean and not artificial at all, even a somewhat salty ooze welling up which he recognizes as pre-cum, the boy amazed both on a scientific level as well as a sexual one.

After Ivan has come close for a couple of times, the boy then withdraws and directs a confused looking Sado onto all fours, leaning over the handsome hunk of a man as he reinserts himself with a deep moan. The boy’s lips find Sado’s neck scruff, gently biting into it and holding tight as Ivan grasps the robot’s hips, pumping his cock back and forth into the warm tight hole. As if to help the boy on his way sooner, the machine’s insides start to buzz and massage the sensitive tip of Ivan’s cock internally, the boy lost as he groans out into Sado’s neck in orgasm.

With a few hefty pulses, Ivan’s cock spurts forth a few jets of thick gooey hot semen into the robot’s body. As the boy collapses on top of Sado’s back, he continues to masturbate and play with the wolf’s cock, suddenly becoming aware that it starts shooting out hot semen of its own.

Ivan withdraws his hands, looking at the sticky goo on his fingers as he asks:”Sado? Can you cum?”
The arctic wolf turns his head and looks at Ivan in a naughty seductive way, wriggling his eyebrows meaningfully. When the boy doesn’t understand, the robot then licks his own lips, wanting Ivan to taste the semen. The fox does so, surprised when he can taste that it’s completely his own flavour:”You… you recycled mine?”
Sado smirks and nods, turning around as the large body now cuddles up to the smaller boy.

They lie together for what seems like hours, just enjoying each other’s company in silence as their hands and eyes wander and explore. Eventually Ivan ends up lying on his back, staring at the ceiling as Sado lies his head onto Ivan’s shoulder, the boy’s fingers playing with the canine’s mane. Somehow, they’re connecting, living being to machine, on a much deeper level than the boy could ever have imagined artificial intelligence to be capable of. Or Sado is one hell of an actor!

When the wolf’s eyes close a little further with each blink, soon the robot seems asleep as he lightly snores on Ivan’s chest. Ivan looks down at the sleeping wolf’s face and smiles, gently rubbing the back of his fingers over his newfound lover’s cheek. He doesn’t care that Sado might not technically be alive, all he knows is that he has found someone to be intimate with. He’s starting to develop feelings for his creation, and he hopes that if Sado feels the same, those feelings may be genuine despite the wolf being artificial.