The inspection went as well as it usually did, the midday sun shining brilliantly through the peaked wall of segmented windows. Bold timber framed every pane, the rustic mansion’s spacious living room bathed in natural light. However the inspection was not for the house, rather its inhabitants. Three figures were once standing, but were dismissed as a tall sergal worked down the line of arranged people.

Only one more stood, a petite snow-white vixen, her head obscured by a snug latex hood lacking any features besides holes over her nostrils. This is all she wears. Her posture was impressive, a subtle arch to the back, hands clasped behind her back, head high and staring straight. The sergal, Kelt, stared down at her, his own prim stance conveying everything as he appraised the newest addition to the household. 

There was Toy, his twin Doll, the test case Pet, and finally; One, the vixen. She was a toy, doll, drone, many applied. The girl couldn’t pin down what exactly she wanted to be, and she would be the first of it. Besides for a single constant. She wished to be a thing. An object. Free of herself, given new shiny skin. Born of trauma, poor upbringing, every attempt to help barely did anything. This final, last solution, was a new life where she could be exactly what she wanted to be.

The snowy fox held in the slightly surprised squeak as the golden sergal appraising her moved his leg out to push his paw against her calve. “Stand with your legs a bit wider, don’t be afraid to show off your pussy, it should also be easy to access at any time.” Came the calm and stoic voice of her new master. She nodded, the hood slightly creaking. This singular garment changed her life. Hiding the face she had been forced to stare at for eighteen years, giving her the confidence needed to make this transition to an object of sex and desire, of the glorious material of her dreams and fantasies; latex.

Still, its most important purpose right now was to hide her blush as she widened her stance. “Better.” Kelt said plainly as a hand molded to the curve of her hip, sliding up to her slim waist as his other palm landed on her chest. Her B cups didn’t hope to fill his grip, but it didn’t dissuade his fingers. “I trust Toy’s meal plan isn’t too disruptive? He is very dedicated to proper nutrition to the point of occasional detriment. Eating healthy isn’t always the most… fun.”

Suppressing the noises she wanted to make as her body was very intimately examined, One nodded with a shaky breath. “It’s good. To be honest, it’s… nice, to eat healthy. And to have someone else worry about all the calorie measuring stuff, while I just get to enjoy food.” She tensed slightly, rising to the tips of her toes as her tail thrashed and ears folded from Kelt moving to take handfuls of her ass and poke under her tail.

A satisfied breath billowed from Kelt’s angular snout as her head raised that couple inches closer to his, “That’s good. Doing as you are told is the key to happiness. Free will is such a weight on the mind, I don’t fault you for seeking to shed it. Do you have any regrets? This marks one month into this ‘program’.” The sergal’s hand trailed over the small girl’s body, setting the vixen’s nerves alight as moved to gently tease her clit.

“N-No, sir.” The shake in her voice was from nothing more than the shock of pleasure, the man already knowing how to push her to the very edge with nothing but his hands. “I… can’t wait for the next steps…”

“Excellent, One. You are mostly ready, a quick learner. Even Pet didn’t take to the posture training as swiftly as you. Not to mention, the behavior training.” He hand pulled away, leaving the vixen a rasping, dripping mess. “But, there is still a week left. Your stance is still being adjusted like today, and your strut needs the finishing touches, and you need to remain on your toes like you have just risen to. I trust the training heels have helped?”

Husky breathing from the petite girl, a weak nod shaking the sleek black head atop an ivory body. She needed to catch her breath, even though she only stood there and took her master’s gropes and prods. “Y-Yes. The heels are… a little uncomfortable though.”

Kelt had taken a step back appraising the flustered girl in full. “It will pass. Another mile on the treadmill today, then come see me for a reward.”

Standing stiffer, the bushy tail wagged. “R-Reward? I get to cum today, sir?” Asked the vixen, excitement seeping into her tone easily.

The sergal was already walking away, “And then some.”

—

“So, what’s the regimen today?” Toy said, doing some squats with his arms raised flat. The black furred drake had shed his usual shiny-latex sleeves and stockings, opting for pure nudity instead. The hooded vixen appraised the little loft-turned-gym still getting familiar with it. “Kelt will be joining me for yoga after his last few meetings, did he invite you too?” Asked the naked boy, his last garment was a simple leather collar with a shiny tag jingling every time he did a rep. The label of ‘Toy’ was stamped on it.

One stared at the drake, not usually able to see his white forearms laid bare. His ivory underbelly and groin were always exposed however. She shook her head, not hiding that she watched his own lithe body with desire. Just being able to see him, and be cognizant of a sexual want felt so good to her. She used to not believe she was capable of such feelings, only hate and self-disgust in her mind. To see another body, and want him to be with her body, was a relatively innate thing, but a shocking breakthrough.

“I’m afraid not, I got paired up with Pet for her weekly hike. Not that I mind, having an entire mountain as a backyard is wonderful. But I still have a mile on the treadmill for today.”

Toy gave a slight look of sympathy. “Oof. Still heel-training? I never realized master was such a stickler for them.”

Padding over to the corner-placed treadmill, One moved to sit on the still belt. “It’s not the shoes he says, it’s the posture. When I move into the full suit and gear, I need to have a lot of practice standing and moving on my toes.” She tugged a shoebox over, opening it. “Mind taking a breather and helping me hook up?”

With a puff of exertion, Toy did one more squat before standing and stretching with a groan. “Sure.” A quick swig from a water bottle and he joined her at the treadmill, standing much larger than her, though less than the size difference Kelt imparted. “You need help with the heels and cords, or just the cords?”

One gave a little giggle while extending her legs and leaning back on the treadmill, striking a little pose. “Well, I know you love to help out, so both please.”

Matching the smile he couldn’t see under her shiny hood, Toy gave a little salute before taking the shoebox and kneeling down at her paws. The training heels weren’t shoes, they were literally just heels. Anklets with a spike attached to them, made by Kelt’s own hand. Simple metal, a little shackle made up the part Toy latched to her ankle. Spinning it to make sure the ‘heel’ was against her actual heel. The process repeated, and now One stood back up, not even wobbling after so many weeks of practice.

The spike kept her heels pushed up, while her toes rested on the ground normally, shoes without the shoes. “Step one done.” Striking another pose, she was so glad the hood hid her furious blush. How amazing, that this thin layer of rubber imparted so much confidence she wouldn’t have otherwise. Naked, and enjoying being so. What a wonderful month this has been. Zoning back to reality, she blinked as Toy waved a hand in front of her face.

“Just because I can’t see your eyes doesn’t mean I don’t know you’re spacing out. Come on, it’s time for the wrist restraints.” Toy said while twirling the cuffs around a finger with a playful smile.

Ears flying up in attention, One stumbled back to the present. “Oh! Right, right.” She spun around, re-adopting the inspection pose, keeping in mind the wider stance. She felt Toy’s hands grab her wrists, and the padded cuffs wrap around them. How strange, that her heart began hammering even harder as her hands were bound together behind her back. Quickening of breath, imagining the person behind her and out of sight. That imagination often found itself going wild recently.

Toy didn’t help, at some point sinking to his knees in order to shove his snout into her snatch. Dragging it up, tongue sliding from clit to tail, before curling around her pucker and poking gently into her butt. With a little ‘eep!’ and a tense, it crashed to a practiced relaxation to allow his slick organ to crawl up into her colon. Head lifting and nearly rolling back, she didn’t stop the moan leaving her masked snout. Another burst of lightning from that near foot-long tongue slid back out of her with a twisting motion, drawing her breathy noise of pleasure out far longer than usual.

Once he was out, she felt his hands grip her cheeks and pull them apart, revealing that freshly spit-shined star. “Hot damn, One. You have such a nice ass.”

Somehow able to keep her voice from shaking with the recent explosion of arousal, all she did was wiggle her hips. “You’ve had your taste, now get that plug in. I would prefer to have some rest before my hike later, and you can stare all you want once I st-ART!” She exclaimed at the end, lurching forward as a medium sized buttplug slipped past her lubed rear. Taking a breath to recover, she vented her lungs with a suppressed giggle as Toy patted her butt.

She focused on steadying her breathing as Toy walked over the treadmill. “Ah good, the plug auto-connected. Let’s do the vibrators then.” The rest of the setup went smoothly and swiftly, Toy still teasing a bit but followed her request of keeping focus. After the spandex band went around her thigh, the pill vibrators he then put in her pussy had their boxes run through it. Then the final touches, three little strings connected to the center of the treadmill’s console. Each of these went to a clamp on her body, two for the nipples, with a third latched to her clit.

Standing on the middle of the treadmill, arms bound, plugged, with the cords tugging at her most sensitive areas. One was in fervent delight, feeling light and shaky just at the prospect. The hooded snow fox nodded one final time then, and Toy activated the machine. It was slower than the lowest factory setting, with a slight incline; this was not a test of endurance, just time to practice the motion. The one mile wouldn’t even take half an hour. As she began walking just the way she practiced, Toy remained for a moment.

“You want some music, or a show on?” He asked, leaning on the console and unabashedly staring at her as she moved. 

“Some music would be nice.”

He pushed off, smirking. “Oh, you’re getting better at hiding the pleasure in your voice. Could barely form words with those vibrators and clamps when you first started. You want your usual playlist?”

She chuckled, looking down and breaking the strut for a moment before she snapped back to the correct motions. “Well, practice makes p-perfect.” A little stutter showed up as Toy kicked the buttplug’s setting to a harsher buzz. She rolled with the punch though, seamlessly turning her tense into the next strut. “Oh wow, it’s… it’s really going to town down there. W-What did you just set it to? Seven?”

Music began to play through some speakers in the ceiling as toy smirked at her. “Only six. But, I’m sure master intended to raise your idle setting this week anyways. A little head start doesn’t hurt.”

Little clacks came as the vixen strode over the belt, a faint ripple of ecstasy running through her fur as her head seemed a little less fixed in place than before. “Quite the contrary… At this rate, I might cause a slip hazard.”

The drake peered down to see the faint drips pattering to the treadmill, pussy wide and open with her stance while the clit leash and vibrators caused it to leak. “Your toe-pads should prevent any issues. Still, I’ll be just over here continuing my routine if you need anything.”

A thought flashed before she realized. ‘I need you to bend me over.’ Not voiced, frozen instead, halted as she filed it for review. This is not something she would ever have thought her mind capable of thinking just a month ago. But here it was. And it wasn’t wrong.

—

Little splashes joined the mixture of flowing water and chirping birds. Creaking trees and rustling leaves. The sound of peace. One sat on a rock amid a little creek, kicking her feet through the shallow, clear water. A crimson dragoness sat beside her, equally as naked, though only One had the rubber hood. This dragoness only wore a collar like Toy’s, with ‘Pet’ laced into the band. She leaned back on her palms, looking up at the branches that parted to let warm sun light her red scales.

Pet was the closest in stature to the small vixen, though still had One beat. A gentle smile played on both their faces, simply taking in the beauty around them. One broke the silence. “So… I heard you were kidnapped by Kelt- uh, master.”

Pet’s face didn’t lose any peacefulness. “Mhm. Snatched right out of a hotel room, smuggled out of my country. But, while he forced me to come here and make a choice, I chose to be Pet. It was difficult, and there is still some longing for what used to be. But I’m happy here. Didn’t have much going for me, and Kelt lets me video call my mom. She hasn’t ratted me out yet, but Kelt makes sure nothing goes back to him even if she did.”

“You didn’t call him master.” One simply said, her paws no longer splashing.

The dragoness shrugged and pushed off her palms to sit straighter. “Yeah. I call him master out of respect, not some dedicated adoration like Toy and Doll have. I don’t mind breaking minor rules when he’s not here to see.”

“You don’t think he would mind? You were taken, does he not consider your disobedience a risk? Doesn’t he worry about you running?”

Now Pet gave One a little look, “And what? Go back to a dead-end job that I wasn’t good at? Back to lonely days and nights in an empty apartment? Going from one night stand to one night stand to forget about my last boyfriend? Like… One, I know you’re young. But… I don’t have to pay taxes, much less even think about their existence. That alone is reason to stay.” She spoke with a smile that grew, lighthearted despite the subject matter. “Besides, Toy’s cooking is the best I’ve had, and I’m actually taking care of myself better than I ever have before.”

The dragoness waved her arms around, scales glinting in the trickling in beams of sun. “And just look at this! I’m practically living in a mountain resort mansion! I could never stand living in a city again after having all this around me.” She sighed happily, ears flicking as a bird chirped nearby. “I still don’t entirely agree with Kelt’s method of bringing me in. What he did was unforgivable. But he did it to the right person. Kelt is a lot of things. Charismatic isn’t the first to come to mind, but it’s there. Despite that stony, calm and cool exterior, he convinced me that living as a sex-pet is a better life.”

A snort billowed from Pet’s snout as she smiled. “Everything he took from me was either negligible or replaced with something nice. He took my freedom, but he also took my freedom to be miserable, freedom to starve, freedom to ignore myself. I needed a while to warm up to the whole sex-pet thing still. Just because I had previous relationships where I focused on pet play, didn’t mean that’s how I wanted to live 24/7. So Kelt didn’t make me live like that 24/7. Despite him taking me, he respects my boundaries. Despite my lingering misgivings, I know to come to him when I need to get off, and he makes sure I cum my brains out whichever way I request.”

There was a wistful sigh from the girl, a claw idly scratching the rock. “This is… very hard to put into words. Because Kelt isn’t just one thing in my mind. Whenever I think of him as the depraved kidnapper, I think of his patience and him asking what my limits are. Whenever I think of him as the stoic, cold, uncaring machine that owns people, I think of all the times Toy is with him where there’s the genuine warmth of a person who has trouble expressing himself. Especially the times I’m with him where I can decipher what’s actually on his mind. And it’s always us. The Toy, the Doll, the… Pet. He thinks about us constantly, wants us to be happy and comfy.”

She idly gestured in the direction up the long hill where the house was. “So much that, this whole place, that amazing home, is here because Toy mentioned not wanting to live in the city anymore.” The dragoness looked back down to herself, seeing her naked scales. “He’s managed to turn my life into one where the only worry I have is not being as accommodating and genuine as he has been. Where I’m only afraid I’m not being slutty enough for him, or not making my pussy more worth fucking than Toy’s ass.”

The woman chuckled, pulling her knees up to her chest. “But even then, he stresses that it’s a worry I shouldn’t have. He gave a whole speech about worth that I’m not even going to try and recreate. Partially because it just doesn’t hit the same without him slowly dragging my throat down his cock. Point is, no matter what; here, I’m wanted, I’m needed. I know I have worth to every person in that house, and not just because I have a pussy and a submissive streak. All the sex and stuff is just an intimate, selfish bonus.” Pet sighed, the words fading. “He’s… I dunno, he’s definitely not normal. But he does care. He didn’t want a slave, he wanted a pet, and a pet must be willing. It’s all selfish, though he somehow found a way for his wants to help someone in these unorthodox ways.”

Rubber creaks sounded as the vixen simply nodded. “I… understand that part. When I was offered a position as a… sex slave, as a solution… I didn’t think it would ever be good. But I was desperate. And Kelt, master, he… F-Fuck, I don’t know, I’m still discovering new feelings I didn’t know I had. Excitement, desires, I can barely describe what happens sometimes.”

“Ah, you’re horny.” Pet calmly threw out, staring off at the little waterfall down the creek with a smug smile.

The latex hood stretched as One held her mouth open to speak, but nothing came before she slumped forward. “Wow, yeah, okay. That’s what’s happening, isn’t it?”

“Mhm. I had to contend with it a lot early on. Mind drifting to places, at times or with subjects logic-brain believes impossible. But then the horny gets sent in, and all the wires cross. Now, I cum the hardest while Kelt uses my horns as handlebars and treats my throat like any other hole, just hammering it without a care, choking me with his knot-“ She paused, realizing her hands were moving on their own, one cupping a breast while the other lay over her newly glistening slit. “Right there, see? The horny at work. The train leaves, and it’s hard to stop. Don’t be afraid of what’s happening, and especially don’t be afraid that you like it. That’s what took me the longest.”

One giggled as the woman shrugged, flicking the juice off her fingers and into the babbling creek beneath them. She stood then, reaching down to offer a hand to the hooded vixen. “We should head back, so we’re in time for dinner. Thanks for joining me, it’s always nice to talk about a little more ‘serious’ things despite the whole sex-pet thing. Toy is a great conversationalist, but he rambles about his fur-care a little too often. Still, I love that horny little goober.”

—

“Perhaps our difference in size forbids knotting even with practice.” Kelt calmly remarked as he stared down at his exposed bulb, seemingly ignoring the small vixen’s pussy spread almost obscenely wide around his shaft. It stretched and squelched as he continued to rock his large length through her slit, the lips tugging back with him before getting pushed in as he crammed back into her passage. “Still, I am determined to continue our attempts if you are. Your capacity is remarkable, and has been very receptive to the month’s acclimation.”

One could not respond, a limp, shuddering mess atop the sheets. If getting the dick of a lifetime wasn’t enough to fry her brain, both Toy and Pet lay on the sheets beside her, brushing and petting her, groping and rubbing as the hooded arctic vixen lay face down with whimpers and moans. Warm bodies surrounding her, imparting the pleasure of a group instead of one single person, the girl could barely handle it. A reward indeed.

—

“Promoted? To… level two?” Asked the arctic vixen with a confused tilt to her head. “I thought I was finishing training.”

The golden sergal nodded, wearing a button down shirt tucked into prim slacks. “Correct. You have a firm grasp on how a possession behaves and holds itself. You can handle basic sexual tasks, with acceptable orifice capacity. That is level one. Next, we will move onto advanced stimulation, edging, and orgasm control. You have enjoyed relative common and free releases, they will now be more limited, with more pleasure between them. You will also gain more latex coverings.”

That last part made the vixen stand taller in her inspection pose, puffing her chest out with pride and excitement as the sergal groped her body, fingers playing with her little slit and pert nipples. “I accept!”

“Good. Come with me then, we need to fit your new stockings and sleeves.”

The little vixen nearly skipped behind him as they walked to the basement workshop, brimming with anticipating lust. “Sleeves and stockings? Like Toy’s?”

“Indeed. As much as you wish for more coverage, blocking your torso during training will just make a hassle.” Was the simple remark from the golden sergal as he held the heavy metal door open for her. The basement lost the rustic timber and scraped floors, purely industrial concrete making up this room. A large space, with always some different form of bondage equipment in the middle for whatever idea Kelt wished to partake in that week, with cabinets and worktables on the walls. The current setup in the middle of the stark, sterile room was a simple sybian with some padding around it to protect the user’s knees. 

The more complex part of this was the numerous cameras and stacks of high-tech devices around it, wires running around to and fro to link to a computer on a wheeled cart. “Sir?” One asked, peering at the setup as she followed her master. “What’s all this?”

“Part of the next step of your training. We’re going to be testing your body’s response to various forms of stimulation, seeing what methods have high efficiency.”

“Why? …Sir.” One said, interested and confused at the same time. Curious more than anything.

“With the object you will become, orgasms will be a forgotten concept. Toy’s don’t cum, they please their owners. But that is not to say they are without pleasure. In fact, you will know nothing but it. An orgasm is a person’s line where once reached, it is an explosion of bliss, but it drops the line back to zero. With the orgasm removed, that line can climb higher and higher, and rest upon a peak few could imagine. But that is far down the line. Right now, we’re just seeing what stimulation methods and devices will be used in your future permanent suit. And building a data model for what constitutes your orgasm and the lead up to it for later edging training.”

He gestured to the cameras and boxy machines. “Sensors for vitals, able to get precise measurements of what your body does, with thermal cameras for further erogenous determination.” He flashed a rare smile to her, clearly invested in his work. “In the end though, all you need to do is sit down and cum your brains out, over and over and over until we get enough data. So sit back and enjoy, you’re going to have a very busy week.”

—

“Everything feel okay so far?” Was the usual calm voice of the sergal. He spoke to One, the vixen situated on the sybian amid all the equipment. It wasn’t on yet, but just sitting on the dildos already had her breathing huskily and dripping down its sides. Kelt was moving around her, causing her to shiver slightly every time his fingers made contact with her fur. He rubbed a little patch of gel onto a spot, before placing an electrode pad on it, this being the fourth one so far.

She nodded, the only real discomfort here being the chill of the gel and how long she had to wait for it to start. 

“Two more to go.” Two were purely sensors for the biometric data, but the rest were e-stim pads. Two on each inner thigh were placed so far, with the sergal placing the last two on the underside of her perky little breasts.

“Only four?” She asked, figuring full e-stim was usually a lot, well, more.

“We don’t even know if you like it yet, and that’s two more than recommended for starters already. I don’t want to risk going all in on something you won’t find appealing, but I also feel the usual baby-steps will be too hindering.” Kelt retorted with his usual technical tone. “But that’s the last thing to set up. Are you ready to begin?”

The “Yes” One said was probably the most excited she had ever been to say one word. With the flip of a few switches, her existence became nothing but a rising crescendo of bliss. She was really glad Kelt had built an impromptu backrest for her to slump back against as it felt like her very sense of self vibrated with ecstasy.

—

“I… think I know why you put me in the bondage cuffs. That was… intense. I… can still feel my heart hammering…” One mumbled, nearly limp atop the dildo-affixed half cylinder she kneeled over. The space around her knees had become slick with fluid over the day of repeated climaxes, her body weak and sweaty, but satisfied in that way she craved more and more. Kelt was before her again, this time kneeling to start tugging up her hood from where it snugly held her neck.

She instinctively flinched back, her one shield being pried away, but calmed as he spoke. “One. You are still a living being. You need to stay hydrated, especially after today.” He pulled the shiny rubber up just past her muzzle, eyes still covered by their one-way translucence. Bringing the bottle to her panting mouth, she drank deeply. Even she was surprised how quickly she downed the bottle, a gasp afterwards as her lungs refilled. 

The subtle discomfort and negative anxiety building as part of her face was exposed faded as the sergal rolled the mask down again, petting the rubber surface as she leaned into it, latex-hugged ears folding in happiness. The next few minutes were detaching all the wires and pads from her, before unlatching the cuffs on her wrists and ankles. Finally able to fully move again, the vixen shakily stood on pleasure-weakened knees to stretch. She stared at her hands and the thick leather cuffs afterwards, entranced. 

For the cuffs were atop latex that matched her hood, arm-length gloves hiding her limbs and made prettier by the utilitarian looking cuffs. She finally had that rubber spread to her body after being here for a little over a month, and already could not wait for it to coat her more. That lightheaded, chest quaking feeling consumed her as she appraised her garments, imagining it everywhere. The tightness, the snug embrace of the dark material. A shaky breath came from her hood’s nostrils as she lost herself in her dreams.

Until Kelt’s hand landed on her shoulder, giving a slight shake. Ears perking with the fainted sound of creaking rubber, her tail resumed its happy wagging as she looked up at the tall man. His face was cold, as usual, but she could better see the emotion lurking behind it. There was pride first and foremost, but also a simple compassion. He was happy, for her, to be with her, it didn’t matter. Just realizing she made someone happy was enough. She latched her arms around him in a big hug, barely above his waist, but she couldn’t help it.

“Thank you. Thank you so much, sir.” She said, voice on the verge of cracking.

His hand moved to caress her hooded head, a gentle touch. “There is no need to thank me. We both get something from this.” Then One gave a little squeak as she was suddenly off the ground, held aloft in Kelt’s arms as he smiled down to her. It was the smile of someone who had to learn how to do it, but it was the thought behind it that mattered. “Come now. Dinner is ready.”

—

The little whooshing sound of One’s tail wagging repeated through Kelt’s office, a simple and sparse room. A motorized standing desk with three screens and a laptop atop it, a single bookshelf, and a single photo shelf, bearing images of him and his toys in surprisingly modest conditions. One noticed there was a spot open, reserved for her once her training was complete. That giddy little feeling swelling in her heart made her tail swing that much faster as Kelt scrolled on a tablet in his chair.

The vixen bounced on the exercise ball across from him, its own airy creaks increased from the girl’s shiny gloves and stockings. There was a smile under her featureless hood, blank face hiding how ecstatic she is. After a moment of quiet excitement, a curious hum sounded from the sergal. “Interesting results. I didn’t expect you to rank the e-stim as the highest. Still, a very useful trial. As they are the lowest three on your preferred list, foot play, tickling, and thermal play will be stricken from future activities and will have no place in your suit when it is made. I will now endeavor to expand its e-stim capabilities as well, since you placed it so high.”

He set the tablet down, swiveling back to face his desk and begin typing. “Should you desire to remove further activities from the bottom of your list, inform me, though I would ask you to give them a longer chance now that your immediate dislikes have been removed. It will take some time to fully refine your interest list, so don’t be afraid to ask for things to be removed, or added. I am always willing to help you try new things that you find of interest, and should you be certain of a dislike after further attempts, I don’t mind striking it out.”

“Thank you sir.” One could only say, bouncing on the bright blue ball even faster with the knowledge her future gear will be more focused on the e-stim. She didn’t know how it works, or what it does to her, but it was good. Something completely out of the blue, that she fell for instantly. Of course, Kelt’s easing into it helped, every kink tried throughout this trial period was on an accelerated schedule, but not an immediate dive. A gentle handholding as the repressed vixen found out how deep her desires went. Maybe there was more to wishing of being a latex object than just hiding her face.

“As for the orgasm data, there is an absolute wealth of it. I’m starting to train a model on using your biometric readings to determine when climax is near, for use in an edging-denial system that hopefully we can prototype next month.” Kelt said when he finished typing, swiveling back to face her. “In the meantime, we will continue the same routine, a day of testing for new fetishes, gathering data, with rest days between. I’ll go ahead and say today is another rest day, since the basement is currently set up for some fun with Toy later. I give you permission for one orgasm today as well.”

The rubber-clad girl’s ears perked, leaning forward. “Really? Thanks, master!” She bounced up, eager and attentive. “Would you like a blowjob, or other service before I go?”

A small smile from the golden sergal. “I appreciate the offer, One, but do not currently have a need. I need to join a conference call soon, actually. So, enjoy your rest day and I’ll see you at dinner.”

With a brisk nod, the vixen nearly skipped out of the office. “Thank you~!”

—

Of all the people in the house, Doll was the most enigmatic One found. Not even the person-owning Kelt topped it. Instead, it was Toy’s twin brother. In some silver lining, the two were easy to tell apart thanks to Doll’s various wounds and stitches. Part of the confusing disconnect One felt whenever she interacted with him was that it was an outgoing, lighthearted personality speaking from the body of a horror-movie victim. Gouged out eyes, stitched up cuts all over his body.

They weren’t the disorganized scratches of combat or rough play, but deep and intentional surgical scars in the patterns of seams. Like a doll. That was the enigma, that Doll clearly and admittedly did this to himself, despite her moments of interaction with him making it beyond confusing why. She had gotten ‘intimate’ with him before, not to the level of the other guests, but she knew perfectly well how gentle and sensual his touch was. Just a perplexing man.

“You sound pensive, One.” Doll said idly, not moving his blind head as he stared at the ceiling while laying on the couch.

Nearly jumping as she was torn from her thoughts, the little vixen did her best not to stare. “W-Wha?”

Doll shrugged on the couch, naked like his twin always is. Too proud of his seams to cover them. “Just saying, I know you’re reserved still, but you haven’t said a word in like, ten minutes. Do I make you uncomfortable? I won’t take offense, I understand.”

“N-No! No, I just… I don’t… really know you.” One stammered out, glad her hood blocked the embarrassed flush on her cheeks.

“Ah, I apologize, but I refrain from much of the ‘bonding’ activities in the household. A little too involved and active for my stitchwork to hold up.” Doll said with his usual grin. “But, perhaps you’d like to fix it? Let’s get to know each other, how about we each ask a question about the other in turns?”

One’s ears folded, tail curling to her lap as she kneaded her stocking covered thighs with equally rubber-adorned hands. “U-Uhm, I would… rather not talk about myself. I’m not that anymore. I’m One.”

Nothing but an interested hum from the drake, and a flicked ear. “Then ask me. Anything but silence, honestly.”

On the spot, One stammered about, trying to find a question innocuous enough to get the ball rolling. “O-Oh, uh, ah, w-what’s… your favorite book?” She froze the moment she said it, eyes locked to the drake’s empty brow.

He gave a serious hum though, reaching up to stroke his chin. “Hmm. Probably… ‘One shade of black’. Can’t put that one down.” He said, his grin sharpening with a tap to his missing eyes. The silence was deafening until he barked out a hearty laugh. “Sorry, just messing with you. I did have eyes and have read quite a bit. Master actually got me a mechanical braille tablet that I can e-read books with. Can’t say I have a favorite though, I go through so many of them. But my favorite genre is fantasy.”

Doll then reached up, holding his hands high with fingers intertwined as he cracked his joints. She chose not to look at the various ‘seams’ running down his arms and up his fingers while they shifted and threatened to break open. “But come on, don’t be afraid. Ask the hard hitting ones, I know you have them. The cuts have to kinda freak you out enough to be curious at least.”

The vixen didn’t know why she bothered to make it look like she wasn’t avoiding looking at him, since he couldn’t tell. “A-Ah, yeah… What… happened? You did them to yourself? Why?”

The laced up drake once more shrugged from the couch. “I’m a masochist. And it’s also an- admittedly bad- coping mechanism. I didn’t do all of them, the eyes and the ones on my chest weren’t me. Don’t worry, they weren’t master either, or Toy. In fact, living this life was my way of getting away from those who did it. Well, I followed Toy into master’s arms, but I would have made the same choice he did.” 

A wistful sigh blew from the mangled brother’s snout. “Afterwards, while Toy was off in the basement getting molded into the perfect boytoy, I got… I dunno, jealous? I was stuck in a bed, everyone around me pitying me, refusing to even ask if I wanted to be included.” He threw his hands up, “Like, I lost my eyes, and suddenly there’s no way I’d ever be into kinky shit like them. So I more or less forced them to let me into the little toy-club. It’s been great, honestly.”

One looked over at him gently, ears pinned back. She supposed she understood it, a need to avoid becoming as helpless as others think you to be. “Still… why the ‘seams’?”

Doll let out a dark little chuckle. “Well first, there’s the pain. I was going to be stuck with it no matter what, so I made myself get off to it. So it was natural to add more. Two, it’s like, super hot to think of myself as a living doll, made to be used and broken, then just stitched back together afterward. I won’t go into a lot of detail, but master himself found that to be the leading reason to include me. Turns out he has some pretty hot steam to blow off sometimes, and I was the only one able to let him go so far. Not to say he would go too far, everything is still safe and planned out.”

The hooded vixen inched back a bit as Doll’s head lolled over to ‘look’ at her directly as he spoke. “Just… damaged people doing what works for them. And from the sounds of it, you’re part of the same club. No face, no name, hiding the pain of the self under gleaming, shiny rubber. We all hurt here, we just have different ways of handling it. Showing it, ignoring it, using it, questioning it, and now submerging it. The way we cope here is not recommended, not optimal, not even ethical in most sense. But it’s what we want. And it’s sexy as hell being an object.”

Staring back, the blank latex-hooded face of the new vixen mulled it over. “Yeah. I agree. Thank you, Doll. I understand now.”

All the man on the couch did was click his tongue and shoot some finger-guns at her. “Hey, next time you see Toy, tell him I wanna suck his dick. He owes me after blowing me all week.”

One let out a little giggle, like that the mood went back to being lighthearted. “I dunno, that might be awhile. Last I saw he was joining Pet for a bath. And you know he likes his baths.”

Doll groaned. “Ugghhh. I know he’s going to take his sweet time eating her out, and I am certain that he will take even longer to decide which shampoo to pick afterwards.” The mangled drake lifted himself off the couch, stepping to his paws and stretching with a yawn. “Guess I’ll go bug master to see if needs a cockwarmer for his evening calls. He flicked an ear towards where the shiny sleeved and stockinged vixen sat. “What’s your plans for the rest of your rest day?”

She stood up too, stretching as well with a sly look under her seamless hood. “I’m not sure. I was thinking about pestering master to see if he needed a cockwarmer. Wanna race?”

Despite Doll’s grin growing maniacal with a short burst of deep chuckles, he shook his head. “Believe me, I’ve learned my lesson about rushing up stairs a loooong time ago. I’d take you up on it otherwise. But how about this, I’ll cut you a deal. You want his dick, yeah? Actually, can you even fit that thing in your mouth? I remember you being kinda on the smaller side…”

One crossed her arms in a slight pout. “I can kinda fit it. Only about half. But he says I’m really good with my tongue!” One said, voice almost defensive. “Apparently Pet is the resident deepthroater.”

Doll clapped with a little giggle. “Yeah, she’s a total facefuck slut. A swabbing specialist, even. The throat goat if I may.”

The vixen rolled her eyes, ignoring Doll’s cheeky grin. “Master says it’s not a competition.”

“And it’s not, truly. A good oral service isn’t just about how deep you can get it into your neck. Just like good dick isn’t only about size. And master means every compliment he gives. Part of his blunt, mechanical thinking is almost ever-present honesty. If he says you have a good tongue, you have a good tongue. And there’s a lot you can do with a tongue.”

One felt her cheeks heat up under the hood, feeling that vestige of sexual awkwardness bubble up from the conversation. “Y-Yeah, he… likes it when I lick around his… tip.”

Doll put his hands on his hips, “Ah, slathering his knob like a lollipop?”

Though that flush on the vixen’s face deepened, she giggled. “Ew, don’t say it like that!”

“Am I wrong?”

“No, but… That’s some porn level cheesy dialog.”

As the two laughed a bit, they began heading towards the stairs. “Alright, alright. But in good faith, if you want to step up your game, kiss his dick a lot. Since you’re mostly going to be licking, I assume you do more ‘worshiping’ than sucking, and if you’re worshiping, master loves to see us kiss his cock. Tickles that dominant part of his brain. Oh! What I was going to propose. You can have his dick, I’ll be happy to rim him. That way he gets both ends worked while he’s working. Should put him in a good mood.”

One kept pace with the stitched up drake as they may slow steps up the stairs, nodding confidently and already licking her lips under the hood. “Deal.”