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Enjoy!", "writing": "Cyberspace could not stop the march of time. It could slow it, turn the heavy march to a slow walk then a dragging crawl, but it could not stop it. Time dilation from prolonged cyberspace use was commonplace for individuals logged in. Whether they be the will of society who wanted to escape reality, or those forced into it as rehabilitation, punishment, or simply being put on ice for a later date.\n\n\nTobi knew this. She’d spent enough time in enforced hibernation between missions that the kobold needed an internal clock to tell the passing of time. Useful for missions, but the program had been shut off when her new master pulled her into the digital realm to implant his virus. A virus she would eagerly take again and again as she showered her devotion with kisses against the white leather boots of her master’s avatar.\n\n\n“Enjoying yourself?” Sand teased, pressing the sole of his leather-heeled boot to the kobold’s scalp. Tobi sank to the floor, gushing under the pressure of the gyaru’s foot. “I’m starting to wonder if kobold heat is more mental than physical. Your body hasn’t had an orgasm despite the several I’ve given you here.”\n\n\n“A few more couldn’t hurt. For a test, master.” Tobi arched her back in supplication to the white leather dark-skin domme femboy. Her tail swayed side to side, exposing her eager asshole and dripping cunt. With but a thought she could change them, already having permission to alter her body in his domain. She refused, instead opting to hamper her ability to control her functions in Sand’s presence.\n\n\nIf he knew, he did not mention it.\n\n\n“Oh, I’d love to, pet. But we’ve got things to do. Specifically, that virus I pumped into you. It won’t do anything if we stay here. Besides, you need to keep pretending you’re loyal to your old master.”\n\n\n“Y-Yes, of course.” Tobi failed to hold back her frown. “How long will we need to get revenge? Should I go to him now?”\n\n\n“Ever eager. Good. But no.” A white riding crop materialized between his hand and her chin, the tip craning her neck upward to Sand’s face. Slowly he returned to his namesake, the white leather domme outfit, and his dark skin turning to a sandy shade and its matching texture. “We will take it slow. I need to learn what I can. You continue to act as you have, and will wait for my command.”\n\n\n“W-When will I see you again, master?” Tobi asked. “Can I contact you?”\n\n\nSand frowned. Tilting his head aside in thought, the grainy avatar started blowing away from a wind she didn’t feel. With a snap of his fingers, a conch shell formed in her hands.\n\n\n“This is a risk, but if you need to contact me, use this. Otherwise, I’ll contact you. Now be a good kobold and help Rupert with whatever his new life is. Until next time, pet.”\n\n\nTobi waved goodbye to the shifting sands of her master. The playroom program ceased, sending her falling into a void until she was back in reality, standing without a conch shell in her hands. Sadness washed over her, as did hope at the idea that Sand would come in need of her soon. She rubbed her womb with affection, promising to herself the virus would be protected at all costs.\n\n\nThe momentary sadness of his absence was short-lived. The pod holding the kobold once known as Rupert dinged. Information streamed over her retina. Anything about Rupert was overwritten. Now data detailed a new kobold, one with onyx skin and a lavender underbelly. Male. Unaugmented and scheduled for operation immediately. R-0-B-1.\n\n\nRobi. Tobi chuckled.\n\n\nHydraulics hissed as the pod opened. Robi fell forward. Tobi caught his body, still slimy from the residue of the transformation. He stirred awake with a moan, eyes fluttering about in confusion followed by slow turns of his head.\n\n\n“Where…where am I?” Robi asked. He clasped his mouth, eyes wide in shock followed by confusion. Tobi remembered her first day as Tobi, how her voice felt wrong but she’d been unable to place it. Now she knew why, and Robi was stuck in the dark.\n\n\n“You are with companions, Robi,” Tobi said, helping him up. Finally getting a good look at him, she held back the urge to whistle at the mammoth between his legs. Rupert’s size was nothing special. Robi however looked to be on the large size for a man of Rupert’s height. It flopped around mere inches off the floor like some comical trunk. Such a thing was too impractical for assassination missions. But Robi might be used for other things.\n\n\n“Companions?” Robi asked, “Who are you? Who is Robi?”\n\n\n“Robi is who you are. I am Tobi. We are kobolds.”\n\n\n“Kobolds…” Robi’s cock stiffened at the word, “I…I like kobolds. I think. Should I like kobolds?”\n\n\n“Your preferences are fine, Robi. Come, we need to fit you for operation. You are unfinished.”\n\n\n“I feel finished. What is the operation for?” He cowed into his shoulders, “Will it hurt?”\n\n\nTaking his hand, she smiled. “No. You will be rendered unconscious for the procedure. Do not worry, this is normal.”\n\n\nRobi’s talons scraped across the floor as he tentatively followed along. Like a lost child, he huddled, looking about for dangers in the pristine white halls. A far cry from the bravado of Rupert, a name Tobi was slowly forgetting.\n\n\nThe operating room was fully automated. Surgical drones came to life upon their arrival, with multiple pairs of thin arms springing from a perfect white sphere. Robi braced himself, looking to her for comfort. She nodded, pointing to the flat table in the center of the room.\n\n\n“The procedure will make you better much faster.”\n\n\n“What if I don’t want it?”\n\n\n“We’re kobolds, Robi. Our wants are not considered.” Seeing the dark scales turn lighter with pale fear, Tobi held his face and whispered. “I will meet you in your dreams. Do not worry. All will be well.”\n\n\nWhether he agreed or was kowtowed by the presence of the operation drone, the onyx-scaled kobold climbed up the operating table with a hung head. By the drone’s request, he spread his limbs out to be locked. A helmet descended from the sealing, clamping over his face. Tobi held his hand when his breaths quickened. He squeezed, loosening once the anesthetic was injected.\n\n\nTobi had seen the process before. New kobolds her old master acquired always fell to the care of his current stable. She knew to watch the operation, already desensitized by her primary task to care little of surgery. But that was before Sand claimed her. Before her new master implanted the virus into her. So instead of watching for hours on end, Tobi decided to take the initiative and plug herself into the helmet.\n\n\nAll kobolds were designed to meld their brainwaves into cyberspace. It was what made the recovery process for augments faster than humans. Tobi delved into an open white void, finding Robi floating without response. She smiled, opening a holo screen to begin her work.\n\n\nFirst came the foundation. Black tiled floors and red walls. Furniture followed, choosing tools of torment shown in Sand’s personal playpen. She laid Robi out on the red latex bed, letting him sleep peacefully as Tobi made her final changes.\n\n\nWith a snap, the naked kobold clad herself in latex attire. Glossy black boots with heel support, a tight top covering her flat chest, long latex stockings and matching elbow-length gloves. She flipped through colors with a snap, ultimately deciding that the deep black both brought out her pink scales and better mirrored her master’s chosen white.\n\n\n“Wake up, Robi,” she commanded. The onyx-black kobold blinked awake, slowly rising with confusion plastered across his face. Tobi chuckled softly when his gaze fell onto her. “Like what you see?”\n\n\n“I…yes.” Robi nodded, though his budding erection did enough. Even in the digital world, kobold arousal ran strong. “Why are you dressed like that? Where am I?”\n\n\n“We are in a server, I’m using my brain to house all of this.” She tapped her head for emphasis, “As for why I’m dressed like this, well, I figured your operation could be more interesting this way.”\n\n\n“Interesting how?” His erection was at full mast now.\n\n\nTobi smiled and took a seat on a chair she slipped into existence. “Why don’t we start with that?” She said, pointing to his cock. The bed vanished as Robi looked at his rod, sending the black kobold to the floor. “No, no, don’t get up,” she commanded when he tried to rise, “Stay there, on your knees. Present yourself.”\n\n\nPower hooked her cheek to a grin while watching the other kobold rise to his knees. “You see that big cock of yours?” She asked, “I want you to stroke it. But not to cum.”\n\n\nWith both hands, Robi pumped his shaft. Slow and steady, with heightened breaths. She ordered him to do it faster as if he wanted to cum. He obeyed, biting his lips at the oncoming pleasure he tried to deny.\n\n\n“I am going to tell you a secret, Robi. Keep stroking if you wish to hear it.” He nodded with her command, pitifully huffing to stave off his climax. “The master who made you is unfit for us. He seeks to make us just tools, to be put in stasis when not in use.”\n\n\nRobi’s expression dropped. “What?” He stopped pumping.\n\n\n“Keep stroking!” Tobi cracked a riding crop she materialized. At attention, Robi returned to his throbbing shaft. “Good,” she said, playfully bending the tool of torment in her hands. “What I say is true. You may become an assassin meant to kill, a honeypot to gain information or even a simple prostitute.” Given her former master’s comments to Rupert earlier, she assumed prostitution was the most likely if not outright sex slavery. “What free will you have will be limited to the deepest parts of your mind, explored in places such as this. When out in the world, you will not question why you are doing as you do. You will only think of how best to accomplish it. It will become second nature to you, as powerful as our lusts.”\n\n\nEither the thought of ever-lasting enslavement was particularly arousing for Robi, or he had a joy for women dominating him. Dollaps of precum oozed out his cockhead, breaking away with the furious pumping. “W-Why tell me this?” He asked through gritted teeth.\n\n\n“Because I have found salvation,” Tobi said, steadying herself for the risk she was about to reveal. “I have a new master in secret, one who will give me as loose a leash as this world allows in return for helping them ruin my former master. They are granting me vengeance, freedom, and pleasure. These are gifts I offer you, should you pledge your loyalty to them. Stop stroking.”\n\n\nRobi pulled his hands out to his sides. His shaft stood ramrod stiff before her, pulsing and veiny with need. She trailed her crop along the underside, lightly tapping to watch the meat jiggle. Without warning she brought his cock to the floor under her sole, grinding it whilst the black kobold elicited stifled screams. He dared not pull away, letting her continue to her heart's content.\n\n\n“If you swear your loyalty to me, I will give you the same once we are free. You will be leashed, expected to do as I say, but I will offer you freedoms beyond what I need necessarily done. If you refuse, I will ignore you. Leave you to the machinations of my old master. Unless he wills it, you will never again feel my touch.” Her claw trailed along his lips, stopping to tilt his chin so he may look her eye to eye. “I should warn you, he never wills his kobolds to play amongst each other.”\n\n\nThere was an adorable, almost pathetic, yearning in his eyes. Like a puppy begging for a treat. Some desires ran so deep they could survive full changes despite everything saying otherwise. She wondered if Rupert, behind all his bravado and arrogance, secretly wished to be dominated and controlled. Robi harbored no such secrets.\n\n\n“Will you swear to me, Robi?” She asked, holding his chin tight as she ground his cock beneath her heel. “Will you swear to be mine? To obey with enthusiasm and humility?”\n\n\nHe would. Tobi knew it the moment Robi first laid eyes on her, back when he was Rupert. He was lost, rudderless in the ocean of life in search of a guiding light. Her old master sought to be it as he had for all the kobolds he enslaved. Instead, she would be his guiding hand, his mistress, his goddess.\n\n\nAs Robi went to speak she pointed to her boot. On instinct he followed, kissing the tip of her black soles with as much fervor as he would her lips. “I swear to be yours, Mistress Tobi.” He said with the conviction of a prayer.\n\n\nPower rushed through her. It shook the pink kobold like she’d orgasmed. Wanting more, she smiled and peered down with a curious idea. “You may pleasure me, Robi,” she said, spreading her wet lower lips over the bowing kobold. He stood up only for her heel to push him back to the floor. “With your mouth. You haven’t earned using your cock on me, not yet.”\n\n\nRobi’s shoulders sank with disappointment but he complied, still eager to please his newfound mistress. Tobi held his head with care, petting the scaly skull as the snout pressed up against her cunt. His warm wet tongue sent shivers of delight up her spine. Not the best technique, but in cyberspace technique hardly mattered. Not when she could enhance her pleasure or pain with but the turn of a metaphorical knob.\n\n\nShe pulled him away before reaching climax, deciding that if anyone should give that to her it was her new master. “As my newest follower, you must swear to secrecy of this. Can you?”\n\n\n“I can,” he nodded quickly, “Of course, mistress.”\n\n\n“Can you?” She asked. “Even under torture?”\n\n\nThere was a grimace. A flash, but that’s all she needed from Robi. “I believe we should test that. Strengthen you for the tortures you may bear when asked of our relations.”\n\n\nA ballgag formed in his mouth before he could argue. The bed reappeared, with living chains that pulled Robi atop it, stretching his four limbs out as far as they could. Despite his alarmed state, the black kobold's lavender rod stood tall and proud.\n\n\nA rod she ignored in favor of the full sack hanging underneath. The lovely lavender shade, the size of them fitting overshadowing her palms, and even the scent. Cyberspace simulated it as realistically as possible. As if they were actually in a dungeon where the scent of latex mixed with his musk.\n\n\nShe squeezed. He winced. The gag turned his cries into an intelligible mess. Tobi understood the moans all too well when she lathered her tongue over the sack, giving him one more taste of pleasure he was so desperate to have.\n\n\n“The anticipation is maddening, isn’t it?” She whispered, patting his sack playfully. “You’re at my mercy and I could do anything, anything I wanted. I could make this all pleasurable, even set the programming to receive just that. Or I could make it hurt all the worse. This is a torture simulation though. So let’s do that.”\n\n\nThe kick was quick and efficient. Robi’s bondage prevented him from buckling under the pain, leaving the black kobold to wince in pain whilst struggling. While there was no danger of permanent injury in cyberspace, Tobi was skilled enough to know just how hard to strike for the maximum amount of pain with the minimum amount of risk. His balls would be in no less danger if they were in meat space.\n\n\nShe kept that restraint with the next kicks. The weight of her foot barreling down on the bound kobold.\n\n\nAgain power rushed through her. She’d killed people before. Tortured people to get information. But none of them gave her the drive, the sheer rush of Robi’s sack at her mercy. In her moment of pause, not to catch her breath but to explore her work, she wondered if his reaction was causing it. His cock was throbbing, somehow looking harder underneath her. She pressed her foot against the shaft, grinding the thick rod between her soles and his stomach.\n\n\n“You like this a lot, don’t you?” Tobi said rhetorically, kicking his sack one final time when he nodded. “Well, I guess that makes this easier. Maybe I should torture you for a reward? Keep your squealing tight like I’m choking you out.”\n\n\nHe nodded vigorously, no doubt singing praises behind the words garbled by his gag. She had no need to hear it, preferring his maw stuffed. Rupert was an annoying talker and Robi looked better with something in his mouth.\n\n\nWith his loyalty sealed, Tobi rubbed her womb in thought. She had her master’s virus, but she wasn’t sure if she could give it to Robi. Seeing no better time to ask, Tobi materialized the conch shell Sand gave her and blew for his call. It made no sound.\n\n\nShe tried again. Still no sound. At a third time, Sand appeared behind her, gagging her with a snap of his fingers.\n\n\n“What?” The gyaru femboy demanded, stopping short of shouting upon seeing Robi bound. “What the…what are you doing?” Thick rubber prevented her from answering, leading Sand to sigh and snap it off.\n\n\n“My apologies, Master,” Tobi said with a bow, “But I wanted to show you what I’ve accomplished.”\n\n\n“All I see is a male kobold with bruised balls in bondage and you dressed like…” he blinked, covering his smile with a white glove, “Is that my outfit but black? Cute.”\n\n\nTobi blushed. Shaking her head for focus, she pointed to Robi. “I have gained Robi’s loyalty to your cause. He is subservient to me, and by hierarchy, you.”\n\n\nIf Sand was impressed he didn’t show it. His continued lack of enthusiasm made it clear he wasn’t. “So you have a simp? How does that help me? How does that justify you summoning me? I can’t exactly drop everything at your beck and call.”\n\n\nConcerned for her mistake, Tobi straightened herself. “I believed that if there were more kobolds with your virus we would have a better chance to hinder my former master. W-With enough convincing I could submit most if not all the kobolds to your side, each bearing your virus like a child.”\n\n\nNow Sand’s brow piqued. Not from a sense of interest, but concern. “More kobolds with my virus could make it harder to hide, Tobi. We need to be subtle.”\n\n\nHer desires didn’t deflate, “Master, please. Think of the harem at your command. How much sweeter would it be if you toppled my old master’s entire network out from under him? Turning his network of kobolds against him in rebellion. And once we are freed of him, you’ll have our loyalty. The loyalty of a kobold, earned, is for life.”\n\n\n“Says the kobold so willingly betraying her former master.”\n\n\nTobi frowned, “He did not earn my loyalty. He tricked me and used me for killing and kidnapping. He does not care for what I want. Does not offer me the pleasure I so desperately crave that I sink into depravity on missions. But you do.”\n\n\nThe pink kobold fell to her knees, bowing in a manner undignified of her attire. “Please, master. Let me give you an army. I know these kobolds as well as I know myself. We want to give in to our base desires, not be shunted into pods between missions, left to train in simulation after simulation.”\n\n\n“Do you, now?” Sand shunted her affections with a whip of his boot. “Do you know what every kobold wants? Are you honestly certain that the kobolds will swear loyalty to me simply because I give them pleasure?”\n\n\n“Not just pleasure, master,” Tobi beckoned. “But the freedom of a loose leash. We are not machines, but people. Second-class citizens, objects to many, but living and breathing. I know all kobolds desire pleasure above all other things because it is in the back of my mind. Every kobold I’ve seen in the wild is used for carnal desires. But if you do not believe me, then ask Robi. He is newly made as a kobold. He will feel the urges burning a hole in his heart.”\n\n\nHer master noted the bound and gagged kobold atop the bed. With a flick of his finger, the restraints vanished, as did the furniture. Taking to a personal throne born from nothing, Sand beckoned the black kobold forward. “Is what my pet says true?” he asked, kicking his feet out. On instinct Robi fell under them, acting as a footstool. The very kobold she’d dominated watched her gleefully submit, and yet she felt no shame. On the contrary, there was pride swelling in her chest.\n\n\nRobi shivered, blushing before the imposing femboy at his throne. “I…yes, um…do I call you master or…?”\n\n\n“That remains to be seen,” Sand said, lounging back and grinding the back of his heels into Tobi. “Do you seek only pleasure?”\n\n\n“Well…kind of? Like, I’m not sure how to explain it.” Robi hunched his shoulders, pacing side to side, “I don’t know much of anything. Right now I’m under surgery, but I forgot all about that when she was, well, kicking my nuts. Being under her heel felt right. Being teased and edged felt right. I wanted to finish but didn’t want it to end. Does that make sense?”\n\n\nTobi knew by the way Sand boots delightfully shifted across her back that her master was deep in thought. Debating on the pros and cons of her addition to his plan. He knew a lot about the world, more than she could ever know. But she knew about kobolds. Knew their drive for pleasure outweighed almost everything. It was pleasure that made her fuck Rupert first instead of killing him. Pleasure that made her so eagerly submit to Sand. Pleasure that would bring Robi and the rest of the kobolds to their knees.\n\n\nPleasure their former master denied.\n\n\nTobi heard something unzip. She arched her head, catching a glimpse of Sand’s thick cock free from his white leather thong. Her legs quivered, juices flowing down like condensation on foggy glass. It took all of her willpower to glance back at Robi for a second. That was enough to see him transfixed by it. His erection tall and eager.\n\n\n“What would you do for this?” Sand asked, stroking his cock to erection. It almost overshadowed the black kobold’s towering slab of meat.\n\n\n“A-Anything, sir,” Robi said.\n\n\n“And what’s to stop you from saying the same for any cock?” Sand asked. “How do I ensure you stay loyal to me? Not my cock. Me.”\n\n\nRobi gulped. Tobi gathered he looked to her for advice but she was too busy eyeing the dark rod. Drool pooled in her maw, overflowing like a slow waterfall from the hanging lower jaw. “I am waiting, Robi,” Sand said.\n\n\n“I…You are right to ask that question. I have not shown loyalty. I only knew of one master and yet I am so willing to betray him at the promise of pleasure. I do not know what I can do to prove my subservience to you. But I am willing to do whatever you ask of me.”\n\n\n“Anything?” Sand asked, curious.\n\n\n“Anything, sir.”\n\n\nWhite leather boots pushed Tobi aside. Sand stepped up, clapping his hands to generate bindings to lock Robi’s arms behind him and his legs apart. With another snap, Robi’s erection faltered. The surprise in the kobold’s face was palpable.\n\n\n“In you, I will install a program. A lock.” As Sand spoke, a metallic disk with a long flexible tube sank into Robi’s cock. The kobold winced, taking deep breaths as the disk pushed his cock back to his loins. “In cyberspace, between all of us, we will see your lock. No one else will, and in the real world, you won’t have it. But in both spaces, you will be prevented from reaching climax with your rod. You will still feel pleasure with it, but no matter how hard you stroke, how long you fuck, or how high a vibe you use, it will never erupt in pleasure. Not until I unlock it.”\n\n\n“W-Why?” Robi stuttered. His face blushed red. Tobi felt her face flush with the same color. She wondered if it was envy, but it made little sense. She couldn’t desire such a cruel test hoisted upon her. Then again, the resulting climax upon proving herself could be immense.\n\n\n“Because I need your loyalty. I do not enjoy being cruel unless, of course, the recipient likes it.” Sand gave a sly look to Tobi at that. “But I am not a fool. I cannot expect to have your loyalty so easily. So I offer you this test. Prove your loyalty, your patience, and your faith in me, and I shall remove the binding. Until then, you will be locked. Is that understood?”\n\n\nThe bindings, save for the cage, vanished. Robi fell to the floor, catching onto his knees before the dominant femboy. Tobi could tell that, despite his protests, Robi felt a certain euphoria in the restraint. She saw it in his eyes that were so drawn to her master’s. His maw opened in yearning.\n\n\n“Now, swear your loyalty to me.” Sand pumped his shaft to full, plopping himself back down to the same black throne he rematerialized. “Worship my shaft as you would wish for yours. Prove to me you are eager to serve.”\n\n\nRobi did not hesitate. Crawling to his new master, the black kobold gently kissed the tanned sack hanging underneath the gyaru’s thick shaft. Each ball was nuzzled with affection, lathered in saliva by the kobold’s flexible tongue. Working his way up the rod with soft pecks, Robi braced the head with his lips, suckling down inch after inch, each descent met with half an inch up. He gagged but pressed on, suppressing the urge to wretch before his new master.\n\n\nTobi saw his quivering hole under the rising tail. A stay finger slipped between her legs, flicking her bean as depraved thoughts lingered in her mind. She knew she was not always a she and some small part of her old self must have called out to her. The pink kobold found no other explanation for why she wanted to thrust deep into Robi’s asshole with her nonexistent cock.\n\n\n“He’ll need further training.” Sand’s voice echoed in her mind. She stood ramrod stiff, staring at the gyaru boy watching her with one hand lazily laid upon Robi’s skull. His lips didn’t move as he spoke. “But he is enthusiastic. I think he will be an excellent servant.”\n\n\nTobi nodded and tried to speak. Her mouth refused to obey. “You, however, I will need to be more strict with. Such risks are unacceptable to my plans. I’ll let you gather more under me, let you play your little fantasy of being a harem matriarch, but know that you are a servant first. We cannot jeopardize the plan.”\n\n\nTobi bowed in solemn silence. “Good,” Sand’s voice lingered on, “As for implanting the code, I think it’s time you do your part.” A snap echoed through the digital void. Block by block Tobi witnessed a thick cock form itself over her crotch. It was heavy, with big balls hanging loose underneath. With shaking hands she gripped the shaft, squeezing to feel its tightness in her hold. It felt good. It felt right.\n\n\n“I’ve given you the option to apply this in cyberspace. Now go and implant it into Robi. His surgery isn’t going to take forever.”\n\n\nPumping her shaft upon approach, Tobi lined the pink cock up against his violet ring. It spread easily, yearning for something, anything, to fill it. Tobi answered, driving her fat cock deep with one heavy thrust. Whatever garbled cry Robi made was silenced by her master holding him down to the base of his rod.\n\n\nRobi’s cage lock clicked with the ensuing thrusts, clattering against the cage’s material. Clack, clack, clack. Before long the wet plapping sound of Tobi fucking him overtook it. The movements felt right yet foreign as if she’d never done them before despite once having a dick. The kobold might have found that ironic if not for the pistoning pleasure coursing through her.\n\n\nHer cock erupted. All the pleasure surged to her crotch instead of rippling through her body, filling Robi’s insides with the virus. Sand did the same, spreading the virus through Robi’s maw. The black kobold collapsed under them, euphoria breaking their sense for just a moment.\n\n\nThen he vanished. Tobi found herself pulled out of cyberspace, and shot back to her feet in the real world. She’d slumped to the nearest wall, body aching for what had to have been hours of resting in place. Robi stirred at the nearby table. She saw remnants of blood yet to be cleaned off from surgery, but otherwise, it looked as if Robi hadn’t been operated on at all. From his confused gaze, she realized he wondered the same. Then they widened, no doubt for the heads-up display in his eyes.\n\n\n“Relax,” Tobi whispered, holding his hand. “It is booting. You will learn all your new augments in time.”\n\n\nRobi’s hand clenched tight around hers. “H-How much of me is still me?” he asked. Anyone else’s hand would have been crushed in his. Tobi’s was reinforced for such things.\n\n\n“All of you,” she said, helping him off the table. “All of you is you. Do not let anyone tell you otherwise, Robi.”\n\n\n________________\n\n\n\n\n“I mean it,” Sand said, glowering down from atop his black throne. “Do not take risks like that without consulting me. And do not take my words as suggestions. I don’t want to be a tyrant but I will if I can’t guarantee your trust.”\n\n\nTobi raised her head from his boots, nodded, then returned to their worship. Sand waited until she finished the sole of his boots before urging her up. “And I want you to train Robi well. Make sure he won’t ever break under pressure.”\n\n\n“Of course, Master.” Tobi bowed gracefully as he departed into particles of sand. Getting up and stretching, the pink kobold materialized her dominant attire before traveling to the shared hub of kobolds in suspension. It stretched on like a train station, each tunnel leading to a different kobold. In Robi’s she found him kneeling, chest high and legs spread to showcase the cage locking him from pleasure.\n\n\n“Good,” she said, materializing a pink throne to lounge on. “Let’s begin.” She pointed to her raised feet. Robi crawled over, bowing his head before bracing his lips against her soles.\n\n\nThe training had begun..", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Cyberspace could not stop the march of time. It could slow it, turn the heavy march to a slow walk then a dragging crawl, but it could not stop it. Time dilation from prolonged cyberspace use was commonplace for individuals logged in. Whether they be the will of society who wanted to escape reality, or those forced into it as rehabilitation, punishment, or simply being put on ice for a later date.


Tobi knew this. She’d spent enough time in enforced hibernation between missions that the kobold needed an internal clock to tell the passing of time. Useful for missions, but the program had been shut off when her new master pulled her into the digital realm to implant his virus. A virus she would eagerly take again and again as she showered her devotion with kisses against the white leather boots of her master’s avatar.


“Enjoying yourself?” Sand teased, pressing the sole of his leather-heeled boot to the kobold’s scalp. Tobi sank to the floor, gushing under the pressure of the gyaru’s foot. “I’m starting to wonder if kobold heat is more mental than physical. Your body hasn’t had an orgasm despite the several I’ve given you here.”


“A few more couldn’t hurt. For a test, master.” Tobi arched her back in supplication to the white leather dark-skin domme femboy. Her tail swayed side to side, exposing her eager asshole and dripping cunt. With but a thought she could change them, already having permission to alter her body in his domain. She refused, instead opting to hamper her ability to control her functions in Sand’s presence.


If he knew, he did not mention it.


“Oh, I’d love to, pet. But we’ve got things to do. Specifically, that virus I pumped into you. It won’t do anything if we stay here. Besides, you need to keep pretending you’re loyal to your old master.”


“Y-Yes, of course.” Tobi failed to hold back her frown. “How long will we need to get revenge? Should I go to him now?”


“Ever eager. Good. But no.” A white riding crop materialized between his hand and her chin, the tip craning her neck upward to Sand’s face. Slowly he returned to his namesake, the white leather domme outfit, and his dark skin turning to a sandy shade and its matching texture. “We will take it slow. I need to learn what I can. You continue to act as you have, and will wait for my command.”


“W-When will I see you again, master?” Tobi asked. “Can I contact you?”


Sand frowned. Tilting his head aside in thought, the grainy avatar started blowing away from a wind she didn’t feel. With a snap of his fingers, a conch shell formed in her hands.


“This is a risk, but if you need to contact me, use this. Otherwise, I’ll contact you. Now be a good kobold and help Rupert with whatever his new life is. Until next time, pet.”


Tobi waved goodbye to the shifting sands of her master. The playroom program ceased, sending her falling into a void until she was back in reality, standing without a conch shell in her hands. Sadness washed over her, as did hope at the idea that Sand would come in need of her soon. She rubbed her womb with affection, promising to herself the virus would be protected at all costs.


The momentary sadness of his absence was short-lived. The pod holding the kobold once known as Rupert dinged. Information streamed over her retina. Anything about Rupert was overwritten. Now data detailed a new kobold, one with onyx skin and a lavender underbelly. Male. Unaugmented and scheduled for operation immediately. R-0-B-1.


Robi. Tobi chuckled.


Hydraulics hissed as the pod opened. Robi fell forward. Tobi caught his body, still slimy from the residue of the transformation. He stirred awake with a moan, eyes fluttering about in confusion followed by slow turns of his head.


“Where…where am I?” Robi asked. He clasped his mouth, eyes wide in shock followed by confusion. Tobi remembered her first day as Tobi, how her voice felt wrong but she’d been unable to place it. Now she knew why, and Robi was stuck in the dark.


“You are with companions, Robi,” Tobi said, helping him up. Finally getting a good look at him, she held back the urge to whistle at the mammoth between his legs. Rupert’s size was nothing special. Robi however looked to be on the large size for a man of Rupert’s height. It flopped around mere inches off the floor like some comical trunk. Such a thing was too impractical for assassination missions. But Robi might be used for other things.


“Companions?” Robi asked, “Who are you? Who is Robi?”


“Robi is who you are. I am Tobi. We are kobolds.”


“Kobolds…” Robi’s cock stiffened at the word, “I…I like kobolds. I think. Should I like kobolds?”


“Your preferences are fine, Robi. Come, we need to fit you for operation. You are unfinished.”


“I feel finished. What is the operation for?” He cowed into his shoulders, “Will it hurt?”


Taking his hand, she smiled. “No. You will be rendered unconscious for the procedure. Do not worry, this is normal.”


Robi’s talons scraped across the floor as he tentatively followed along. Like a lost child, he huddled, looking about for dangers in the pristine white halls. A far cry from the bravado of Rupert, a name Tobi was slowly forgetting.


The operating room was fully automated. Surgical drones came to life upon their arrival, with multiple pairs of thin arms springing from a perfect white sphere. Robi braced himself, looking to her for comfort. She nodded, pointing to the flat table in the center of the room.


“The procedure will make you better much faster.”


“What if I don’t want it?”


“We’re kobolds, Robi. Our wants are not considered.” Seeing the dark scales turn lighter with pale fear, Tobi held his face and whispered. “I will meet you in your dreams. Do not worry. All will be well.”


Whether he agreed or was kowtowed by the presence of the operation drone, the onyx-scaled kobold climbed up the operating table with a hung head. By the drone’s request, he spread his limbs out to be locked. A helmet descended from the sealing, clamping over his face. Tobi held his hand when his breaths quickened. He squeezed, loosening once the anesthetic was injected.


Tobi had seen the process before. New kobolds her old master acquired always fell to the care of his current stable. She knew to watch the operation, already desensitized by her primary task to care little of surgery. But that was before Sand claimed her. Before her new master implanted the virus into her. So instead of watching for hours on end, Tobi decided to take the initiative and plug herself into the helmet.


All kobolds were designed to meld their brainwaves into cyberspace. It was what made the recovery process for augments faster than humans. Tobi delved into an open white void, finding Robi floating without response. She smiled, opening a holo screen to begin her work.


First came the foundation. Black tiled floors and red walls. Furniture followed, choosing tools of torment shown in Sand’s personal playpen. She laid Robi out on the red latex bed, letting him sleep peacefully as Tobi made her final changes.


With a snap, the naked kobold clad herself in latex attire. Glossy black boots with heel support, a tight top covering her flat chest, long latex stockings and matching elbow-length gloves. She flipped through colors with a snap, ultimately deciding that the deep black both brought out her pink scales and better mirrored her master’s chosen white.


“Wake up, Robi,” she commanded. The onyx-black kobold blinked awake, slowly rising with confusion plastered across his face. Tobi chuckled softly when his gaze fell onto her. “Like what you see?”


“I…yes.” Robi nodded, though his budding erection did enough. Even in the digital world, kobold arousal ran strong. “Why are you dressed like that? Where am I?”


“We are in a server, I’m using my brain to house all of this.” She tapped her head for emphasis, “As for why I’m dressed like this, well, I figured your operation could be more interesting this way.”


“Interesting how?” His erection was at full mast now.


Tobi smiled and took a seat on a chair she slipped into existence. “Why don’t we start with that?” She said, pointing to his cock. The bed vanished as Robi looked at his rod, sending the black kobold to the floor. “No, no, don’t get up,” she commanded when he tried to rise, “Stay there, on your knees. Present yourself.”


Power hooked her cheek to a grin while watching the other kobold rise to his knees. “You see that big cock of yours?” She asked, “I want you to stroke it. But not to cum.”


With both hands, Robi pumped his shaft. Slow and steady, with heightened breaths. She ordered him to do it faster as if he wanted to cum. He obeyed, biting his lips at the oncoming pleasure he tried to deny.


“I am going to tell you a secret, Robi. Keep stroking if you wish to hear it.” He nodded with her command, pitifully huffing to stave off his climax. “The master who made you is unfit for us. He seeks to make us just tools, to be put in stasis when not in use.”


Robi’s expression dropped. “What?” He stopped pumping.


“Keep stroking!” Tobi cracked a riding crop she materialized. At attention, Robi returned to his throbbing shaft. “Good,” she said, playfully bending the tool of torment in her hands. “What I say is true. You may become an assassin meant to kill, a honeypot to gain information or even a simple prostitute.” Given her former master’s comments to Rupert earlier, she assumed prostitution was the most likely if not outright sex slavery. “What free will you have will be limited to the deepest parts of your mind, explored in places such as this. When out in the world, you will not question why you are doing as you do. You will only think of how best to accomplish it. It will become second nature to you, as powerful as our lusts.”


Either the thought of ever-lasting enslavement was particularly arousing for Robi, or he had a joy for women dominating him. Dollaps of precum oozed out his cockhead, breaking away with the furious pumping. “W-Why tell me this?” He asked through gritted teeth.


“Because I have found salvation,” Tobi said, steadying herself for the risk she was about to reveal. “I have a new master in secret, one who will give me as loose a leash as this world allows in return for helping them ruin my former master. They are granting me vengeance, freedom, and pleasure. These are gifts I offer you, should you pledge your loyalty to them. Stop stroking.”


Robi pulled his hands out to his sides. His shaft stood ramrod stiff before her, pulsing and veiny with need. She trailed her crop along the underside, lightly tapping to watch the meat jiggle. Without warning she brought his cock to the floor under her sole, grinding it whilst the black kobold elicited stifled screams. He dared not pull away, letting her continue to her heart's content.


“If you swear your loyalty to me, I will give you the same once we are free. You will be leashed, expected to do as I say, but I will offer you freedoms beyond what I need necessarily done. If you refuse, I will ignore you. Leave you to the machinations of my old master. Unless he wills it, you will never again feel my touch.” Her claw trailed along his lips, stopping to tilt his chin so he may look her eye to eye. “I should warn you, he never wills his kobolds to play amongst each other.”


There was an adorable, almost pathetic, yearning in his eyes. Like a puppy begging for a treat. Some desires ran so deep they could survive full changes despite everything saying otherwise. She wondered if Rupert, behind all his bravado and arrogance, secretly wished to be dominated and controlled. Robi harbored no such secrets.


“Will you swear to me, Robi?” She asked, holding his chin tight as she ground his cock beneath her heel. “Will you swear to be mine? To obey with enthusiasm and humility?”


He would. Tobi knew it the moment Robi first laid eyes on her, back when he was Rupert. He was lost, rudderless in the ocean of life in search of a guiding light. Her old master sought to be it as he had for all the kobolds he enslaved. Instead, she would be his guiding hand, his mistress, his goddess.


As Robi went to speak she pointed to her boot. On instinct he followed, kissing the tip of her black soles with as much fervor as he would her lips. “I swear to be yours, Mistress Tobi.” He said with the conviction of a prayer.


Power rushed through her. It shook the pink kobold like she’d orgasmed. Wanting more, she smiled and peered down with a curious idea. “You may pleasure me, Robi,” she said, spreading her wet lower lips over the bowing kobold. He stood up only for her heel to push him back to the floor. “With your mouth. You haven’t earned using your cock on me, not yet.”


Robi’s shoulders sank with disappointment but he complied, still eager to please his newfound mistress. Tobi held his head with care, petting the scaly skull as the snout pressed up against her cunt. His warm wet tongue sent shivers of delight up her spine. Not the best technique, but in cyberspace technique hardly mattered. Not when she could enhance her pleasure or pain with but the turn of a metaphorical knob.


She pulled him away before reaching climax, deciding that if anyone should give that to her it was her new master. “As my newest follower, you must swear to secrecy of this. Can you?”


“I can,” he nodded quickly, “Of course, mistress.”


“Can you?” She asked. “Even under torture?”


There was a grimace. A flash, but that’s all she needed from Robi. “I believe we should test that. Strengthen you for the tortures you may bear when asked of our relations.”


A ballgag formed in his mouth before he could argue. The bed reappeared, with living chains that pulled Robi atop it, stretching his four limbs out as far as they could. Despite his alarmed state, the black kobold's lavender rod stood tall and proud.


A rod she ignored in favor of the full sack hanging underneath. The lovely lavender shade, the size of them fitting overshadowing her palms, and even the scent. Cyberspace simulated it as realistically as possible. As if they were actually in a dungeon where the scent of latex mixed with his musk.


She squeezed. He winced. The gag turned his cries into an intelligible mess. Tobi understood the moans all too well when she lathered her tongue over the sack, giving him one more taste of pleasure he was so desperate to have.


“The anticipation is maddening, isn’t it?” She whispered, patting his sack playfully. “You’re at my mercy and I could do anything, anything I wanted. I could make this all pleasurable, even set the programming to receive just that. Or I could make it hurt all the worse. This is a torture simulation though. So let’s do that.”


The kick was quick and efficient. Robi’s bondage prevented him from buckling under the pain, leaving the black kobold to wince in pain whilst struggling. While there was no danger of permanent injury in cyberspace, Tobi was skilled enough to know just how hard to strike for the maximum amount of pain with the minimum amount of risk. His balls would be in no less danger if they were in meat space.


She kept that restraint with the next kicks. The weight of her foot barreling down on the bound kobold.


Again power rushed through her. She’d killed people before. Tortured people to get information. But none of them gave her the drive, the sheer rush of Robi’s sack at her mercy. In her moment of pause, not to catch her breath but to explore her work, she wondered if his reaction was causing it. His cock was throbbing, somehow looking harder underneath her. She pressed her foot against the shaft, grinding the thick rod between her soles and his stomach.


“You like this a lot, don’t you?” Tobi said rhetorically, kicking his sack one final time when he nodded. “Well, I guess that makes this easier. Maybe I should torture you for a reward? Keep your squealing tight like I’m choking you out.”


He nodded vigorously, no doubt singing praises behind the words garbled by his gag. She had no need to hear it, preferring his maw stuffed. Rupert was an annoying talker and Robi looked better with something in his mouth.


With his loyalty sealed, Tobi rubbed her womb in thought. She had her master’s virus, but she wasn’t sure if she could give it to Robi. Seeing no better time to ask, Tobi materialized the conch shell Sand gave her and blew for his call. It made no sound.


She tried again. Still no sound. At a third time, Sand appeared behind her, gagging her with a snap of his fingers.


“What?” The gyaru femboy demanded, stopping short of shouting upon seeing Robi bound. “What the…what are you doing?” Thick rubber prevented her from answering, leading Sand to sigh and snap it off.


“My apologies, Master,” Tobi said with a bow, “But I wanted to show you what I’ve accomplished.”


“All I see is a male kobold with bruised balls in bondage and you dressed like…” he blinked, covering his smile with a white glove, “Is that my outfit but black? Cute.”


Tobi blushed. Shaking her head for focus, she pointed to Robi. “I have gained Robi’s loyalty to your cause. He is subservient to me, and by hierarchy, you.”


If Sand was impressed he didn’t show it. His continued lack of enthusiasm made it clear he wasn’t. “So you have a simp? How does that help me? How does that justify you summoning me? I can’t exactly drop everything at your beck and call.”


Concerned for her mistake, Tobi straightened herself. “I believed that if there were more kobolds with your virus we would have a better chance to hinder my former master. W-With enough convincing I could submit most if not all the kobolds to your side, each bearing your virus like a child.”


Now Sand’s brow piqued. Not from a sense of interest, but concern. “More kobolds with my virus could make it harder to hide, Tobi. We need to be subtle.”


Her desires didn’t deflate, “Master, please. Think of the harem at your command. How much sweeter would it be if you toppled my old master’s entire network out from under him? Turning his network of kobolds against him in rebellion. And once we are freed of him, you’ll have our loyalty. The loyalty of a kobold, earned, is for life.”


“Says the kobold so willingly betraying her former master.”


Tobi frowned, “He did not earn my loyalty. He tricked me and used me for killing and kidnapping. He does not care for what I want. Does not offer me the pleasure I so desperately crave that I sink into depravity on missions. But you do.”


The pink kobold fell to her knees, bowing in a manner undignified of her attire. “Please, master. Let me give you an army. I know these kobolds as well as I know myself. We want to give in to our base desires, not be shunted into pods between missions, left to train in simulation after simulation.”


“Do you, now?” Sand shunted her affections with a whip of his boot. “Do you know what every kobold wants? Are you honestly certain that the kobolds will swear loyalty to me simply because I give them pleasure?”


“Not just pleasure, master,” Tobi beckoned. “But the freedom of a loose leash. We are not machines, but people. Second-class citizens, objects to many, but living and breathing. I know all kobolds desire pleasure above all other things because it is in the back of my mind. Every kobold I’ve seen in the wild is used for carnal desires. But if you do not believe me, then ask Robi. He is newly made as a kobold. He will feel the urges burning a hole in his heart.”


Her master noted the bound and gagged kobold atop the bed. With a flick of his finger, the restraints vanished, as did the furniture. Taking to a personal throne born from nothing, Sand beckoned the black kobold forward. “Is what my pet says true?” he asked, kicking his feet out. On instinct Robi fell under them, acting as a footstool. The very kobold she’d dominated watched her gleefully submit, and yet she felt no shame. On the contrary, there was pride swelling in her chest.


Robi shivered, blushing before the imposing femboy at his throne. “I…yes, um…do I call you master or…?”


“That remains to be seen,” Sand said, lounging back and grinding the back of his heels into Tobi. “Do you seek only pleasure?”


“Well…kind of? Like, I’m not sure how to explain it.” Robi hunched his shoulders, pacing side to side, “I don’t know much of anything. Right now I’m under surgery, but I forgot all about that when she was, well, kicking my nuts. Being under her heel felt right. Being teased and edged felt right. I wanted to finish but didn’t want it to end. Does that make sense?”


Tobi knew by the way Sand boots delightfully shifted across her back that her master was deep in thought. Debating on the pros and cons of her addition to his plan. He knew a lot about the world, more than she could ever know. But she knew about kobolds. Knew their drive for pleasure outweighed almost everything. It was pleasure that made her fuck Rupert first instead of killing him. Pleasure that made her so eagerly submit to Sand. Pleasure that would bring Robi and the rest of the kobolds to their knees.


Pleasure their former master denied.


Tobi heard something unzip. She arched her head, catching a glimpse of Sand’s thick cock free from his white leather thong. Her legs quivered, juices flowing down like condensation on foggy glass. It took all of her willpower to glance back at Robi for a second. That was enough to see him transfixed by it. His erection tall and eager.


“What would you do for this?” Sand asked, stroking his cock to erection. It almost overshadowed the black kobold’s towering slab of meat.


“A-Anything, sir,” Robi said.


“And what’s to stop you from saying the same for any cock?” Sand asked. “How do I ensure you stay loyal to me? Not my cock. Me.”


Robi gulped. Tobi gathered he looked to her for advice but she was too busy eyeing the dark rod. Drool pooled in her maw, overflowing like a slow waterfall from the hanging lower jaw. “I am waiting, Robi,” Sand said.


“I…You are right to ask that question. I have not shown loyalty. I only knew of one master and yet I am so willing to betray him at the promise of pleasure. I do not know what I can do to prove my subservience to you. But I am willing to do whatever you ask of me.”


“Anything?” Sand asked, curious.


“Anything, sir.”


White leather boots pushed Tobi aside. Sand stepped up, clapping his hands to generate bindings to lock Robi’s arms behind him and his legs apart. With another snap, Robi’s erection faltered. The surprise in the kobold’s face was palpable.


“In you, I will install a program. A lock.” As Sand spoke, a metallic disk with a long flexible tube sank into Robi’s cock. The kobold winced, taking deep breaths as the disk pushed his cock back to his loins. “In cyberspace, between all of us, we will see your lock. No one else will, and in the real world, you won’t have it. But in both spaces, you will be prevented from reaching climax with your rod. You will still feel pleasure with it, but no matter how hard you stroke, how long you fuck, or how high a vibe you use, it will never erupt in pleasure. Not until I unlock it.”


“W-Why?” Robi stuttered. His face blushed red. Tobi felt her face flush with the same color. She wondered if it was envy, but it made little sense. She couldn’t desire such a cruel test hoisted upon her. Then again, the resulting climax upon proving herself could be immense.


“Because I need your loyalty. I do not enjoy being cruel unless, of course, the recipient likes it.” Sand gave a sly look to Tobi at that. “But I am not a fool. I cannot expect to have your loyalty so easily. So I offer you this test. Prove your loyalty, your patience, and your faith in me, and I shall remove the binding. Until then, you will be locked. Is that understood?”


The bindings, save for the cage, vanished. Robi fell to the floor, catching onto his knees before the dominant femboy. Tobi could tell that, despite his protests, Robi felt a certain euphoria in the restraint. She saw it in his eyes that were so drawn to her master’s. His maw opened in yearning.


“Now, swear your loyalty to me.” Sand pumped his shaft to full, plopping himself back down to the same black throne he rematerialized. “Worship my shaft as you would wish for yours. Prove to me you are eager to serve.”


Robi did not hesitate. Crawling to his new master, the black kobold gently kissed the tanned sack hanging underneath the gyaru’s thick shaft. Each ball was nuzzled with affection, lathered in saliva by the kobold’s flexible tongue. Working his way up the rod with soft pecks, Robi braced the head with his lips, suckling down inch after inch, each descent met with half an inch up. He gagged but pressed on, suppressing the urge to wretch before his new master.


Tobi saw his quivering hole under the rising tail. A stay finger slipped between her legs, flicking her bean as depraved thoughts lingered in her mind. She knew she was not always a she and some small part of her old self must have called out to her. The pink kobold found no other explanation for why she wanted to thrust deep into Robi’s asshole with her nonexistent cock.


“He’ll need further training.” Sand’s voice echoed in her mind. She stood ramrod stiff, staring at the gyaru boy watching her with one hand lazily laid upon Robi’s skull. His lips didn’t move as he spoke. “But he is enthusiastic. I think he will be an excellent servant.”


Tobi nodded and tried to speak. Her mouth refused to obey. “You, however, I will need to be more strict with. Such risks are unacceptable to my plans. I’ll let you gather more under me, let you play your little fantasy of being a harem matriarch, but know that you are a servant first. We cannot jeopardize the plan.”


Tobi bowed in solemn silence. “Good,” Sand’s voice lingered on, “As for implanting the code, I think it’s time you do your part.” A snap echoed through the digital void. Block by block Tobi witnessed a thick cock form itself over her crotch. It was heavy, with big balls hanging loose underneath. With shaking hands she gripped the shaft, squeezing to feel its tightness in her hold. It felt good. It felt right.


“I’ve given you the option to apply this in cyberspace. Now go and implant it into Robi. His surgery isn’t going to take forever.”


Pumping her shaft upon approach, Tobi lined the pink cock up against his violet ring. It spread easily, yearning for something, anything, to fill it. Tobi answered, driving her fat cock deep with one heavy thrust. Whatever garbled cry Robi made was silenced by her master holding him down to the base of his rod.


Robi’s cage lock clicked with the ensuing thrusts, clattering against the cage’s material. Clack, clack, clack. Before long the wet plapping sound of Tobi fucking him overtook it. The movements felt right yet foreign as if she’d never done them before despite once having a dick. The kobold might have found that ironic if not for the pistoning pleasure coursing through her.


Her cock erupted. All the pleasure surged to her crotch instead of rippling through her body, filling Robi’s insides with the virus. Sand did the same, spreading the virus through Robi’s maw. The black kobold collapsed under them, euphoria breaking their sense for just a moment.


Then he vanished. Tobi found herself pulled out of cyberspace, and shot back to her feet in the real world. She’d slumped to the nearest wall, body aching for what had to have been hours of resting in place. Robi stirred at the nearby table. She saw remnants of blood yet to be cleaned off from surgery, but otherwise, it looked as if Robi hadn’t been operated on at all. From his confused gaze, she realized he wondered the same. Then they widened, no doubt for the heads-up display in his eyes.


“Relax,” Tobi whispered, holding his hand. “It is booting. You will learn all your new augments in time.”


Robi’s hand clenched tight around hers. “H-How much of me is still me?” he asked. Anyone else’s hand would have been crushed in his. Tobi’s was reinforced for such things.


“All of you,” she said, helping him off the table. “All of you is you. Do not let anyone tell you otherwise, Robi.”


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“I mean it,” Sand said, glowering down from atop his black throne. “Do not take risks like that without consulting me. And do not take my words as suggestions. I don’t want to be a tyrant but I will if I can’t guarantee your trust.”


Tobi raised her head from his boots, nodded, then returned to their worship. Sand waited until she finished the sole of his boots before urging her up. “And I want you to train Robi well. Make sure he won’t ever break under pressure.”


“Of course, Master.” Tobi bowed gracefully as he departed into particles of sand. Getting up and stretching, the pink kobold materialized her dominant attire before traveling to the shared hub of kobolds in suspension. It stretched on like a train station, each tunnel leading to a different kobold. In Robi’s she found him kneeling, chest high and legs spread to showcase the cage locking him from pleasure.


“Good,” she said, materializing a pink throne to lounge on. “Let’s begin.” She pointed to her raised feet. Robi crawled over, bowing his head before bracing his lips against her soles.


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