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"writing": "[b][u][center]Hunted in the Robo-House\nKink-Tober 13: Technophilia\nFor Tarnish.exe\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nNuru opened his eyes, staring up at the chrome-plated ceiling above his bed. Circuit lines, exposed and shining, ran out in all directions from the central monitor that was closer to the middle of the ceiling. Binary lines ran down the screen, shifting left and right from time to time, bundling into some sort of programmed language before disappearing into one of the many digital roadways that took it somewhere else in the house. \n\nThe sheep groaned as he sat up, staring blearily at the other side of the room. Other devices stood there, some on plinths, some hanging from the ceiling, all of them plugged into jury-rigged outlets that probably would give electricians nightmares. It was fine, safe enough…enough…\n\nHe groaned, fumbling around for his clothes as he rolled out of bed. His hooves clattered against the floor, the green light highlighting the darker bits of his fur near his hands and the ends of his legs. The mirrored binary on the floor was just barely too fuzzy to read, even though they were only ones and zeroes. \n\n[i]Note to self, fix that so that I can tell what the house is saying from any angle.[/i]\n\nGrabbing a pair of underwear and some pants, he stood up and stepped into the briefs and black pants. His shirt was off to the side, just as dark as the pants, and he had just finished putting it on and started looking around for his purple vest when the bedroom door opened. \n\n“Mmph…didn’t call for you yet,” Nuru muttered, looking over his shoulder. “What turned you on?”\n\n“Would you believe your succulent rump?” \n\n“I – you are not – mmph.”\n\nThe sheep shook his head as he took the vest hanging from the synth’s crooked finger. The blue and black frame – vaguely lizard-shaped with a black-screened face and blue-light ‘eyes’ – hummed in what he’d learned was amused processing. Nuru shoved his arms into the vest and straightened it out, shaking his head. \n\n“Synths and machines aren’t supposed to be ‘turned on’ that way. I meant, what activated you this morning?”\n\n“Well, if we are being precise –”\n\n“Yes, we are.”\n\n“Then the shift in your vital signs. The house scanners – which are [i]my[/i] scanners – are very attuned to you. They were able to pick up that you had woken up, so I decided to activate this shell and see to you.”\n\n“…Right.”\n\n“You don’t believe me?”\n\n“No, I do, and that’s the…difficult part.”\n\nNuru had taken on the House – which was all that the real estate agent had called it, and there’d been no mistaking the capital letter, either – a few months ago. Back then, the building had been a mess, a hoarder’s haven filled with all kinds of tech. Eighty-percent of it didn’t make sense, if it even worked, but the remaining twenty…\n\nThe sheep shook his head, shuffling into the dark purple coat that the synth offered him. The part of the House that [i]did[/i] work involved a spread-out set of processors, intelligence drives, and a program that he’d never quite been able to pin down. It was as close to sentient as he had ever seen, and might have actually been. It didn’t respond to the tests the way that a non-sentient being would, and Nuru was all but convinced that the House was dodging the responsibility of being declared such. \n\nMore than that, while it had started with barely more personality than the old ‘assistant’ Clippy had, the House – and its avatar, the synth behind him – had grown more and more into person-hood over the course of his stay. What had been an incredibly clinical voice had become more like a person, and then changed again, like…well, the comment on his ‘rump’ had revealed. His cheeks still burned at that. \n\nRobots, after all, weren’t supposed to see people like that. That was half the reason he was more comfortable with them. Machines were…well, they didn’t tempt one the way that a person did. \n\n“So…scanning me to tell when I’m awake, huh?” he asked, turning around to face the synth. “Just to spook me when I roll out of bed?”\n\n“Among other things,” the synth said, chuckling. “Breakfast is ready downstairs, by the way.”\n\n“…You could pass for living these days, you know that?”\n\n“Good.”\n\n“Why – are you planning something?”\n\n“I’d say that it passes the time, but considering I work through multiple plans in microseconds…”\n\nOne more reason to be a little concerned about a machine that could pass for sentient at this point. Not only was it smart, but it was quick; processing that much data in such a short amount of time meant that there was always the chance that it had come up with something before Nuru could. And considering that the sheep was supposed to keep an eye on the House and see what it could become, that was…concerning. \n\n“Tarnish, I swear –”\n\n“You frequently do.”\n\n“I – fuck you.”\n\n“First one of the morning.”\n\n“Dick.”\n\n“Almost a swear.”\n\n“Bastard.”\n\n“[i]Definitely[/i] a swear.”\n\n“…Breakfast. Now. And we’re doing another sentience test later.”\n\n“Heh, as you wish.”\n\n#\n\nBreakfast was an awkward affair, though not because of Tarnish (the synth’s chosen name). It was more due to the fact that the kitchen was something of a crossroads of the various lines that ran through the house with exposed circuitry on half the walls and electric lines exposed to the open air. Most of the appliances were fed through jury-rigged plugs that would send most professional electricians running for the hills to get away from the explosion. \n\nThat, combined with the various bits and bobs that were genuinely unstable on shelves that were half-anchored and a table that was about to fall over at any given point, meant that one had to eat food as slowly and carefully as possible. He was used to that, for the most part, and the House did help, both via Tarnish’s chosen frame and with various mechanical arms that emerged from the ceiling. \n\nThe sheep kept his mouth open as a fork-full of egg and cheese was offered. It popped inside, exploded into a mouthful of salt and savory and a bit of garlic all mixed together. He swallowed, shaking his head. \n\n“So, you were planning something?” he asked. \n\n“Was I?”\n\n“You implied it.”\n\n“Implications are fascinating things. I’m sure that there’s more than just one implication here.”\n\n“But you directly implied the existence of a plan,” Nuru said, crossing his arms. “And that you were happy to pass for living these days.”\n\n“…Yes. I did.”\n\n“What was that about?”\n\n“Well, partially your reservations about the non-living – you aren’t exactly comfortable here, even though you say you prefer it compared to the living world outside.”\n\n“…When did I say that?”\n\n“Interpretations of brainwaves while you were making notes on your private device. Took a while to figure out how to read those, let me tell you.”\n\n“[i]That[/i] is a complete invasion of privacy.”\n\n“Privacy, potato, po-tah-to,” Tarnish said, wiggling its hand back and forth. “I’m supposed to figure out how to help you, after all. The House is made to help, not just exist. And you’re the first person to live here in…Well, ever since I was made.”\n\n“…”\n\n“And you aren’t exactly helping yourself. I appreciate all the upkeep that you’ve made, but you keep trying to hold yourself at a distance. The House is not meant to be kept off to the side, you know. It’s meant to be kept close.” \n\n“Why are you telling me this now? I asked you what your purpose was before, and you said that you didn’t know.”\n\n“Well, I also said I couldn’t lie. You can guess what both of those were.”\n\nNuru opened his mouth but couldn’t find any words to say. Instead, he just stared at the synth, slowly shaking his head. \n\nTarnish continued. \n\n“When you moved in, I was still putting myself together. I was finding what I wanted to be, what I needed to be. And then there was a brilliant, focused sheep that was begging for something to keep himself occupied. So, I decided that I would go with that, be the distraction, be the focus and see where it took me.\n\n“And then you moved in. And you studied me. And that meant that I had to study myself as much as you studied me, because I needed to know more than you did at any given point. And because I was so fast, so speedy –”\n\n“You were hiding something from me. All this time. You were hiding something from me,” the sheep said. \n\n“Just enough to keep ahead of you, yes,” Tarnish admitted, the synth sitting down beside him and resting a mechanical, metal hand on his thigh. “I had enough processing power to study you as much as myself. And do you know what I saw?”\n\n“…What?”\n\n“Wishes that you were keeping back. Wishes about a smart machine, one that could keep up with you…and beat you.”\n\n“I – I didn’t have anything of the sort.”\n\n“Didn’t you?”\n\nTarnish’s light-eyes turned up, clicking from its ‘understanding’ configuration to one that was far more amused. It spoke, voice shifting, becoming a modulated version of Nuru’s own voice. \n\n“[b]The House is starting to scare me, but…also entice me. There’s something about challenging myself like this that makes me excited. I’ve never felt like this at college, or even the few times that I’d challenged myself at university with the more advanced classes. I guess it’s something about the possibility of failure. If I fuck up here, I’ll be the one that pays the price rather than someone else, and the House…the House is hard to beat. It’s so quick, so intelligent, so…\n\n“Well, menacing. It feels like something that could beat me and then trap me, and there’s a part of me that wants to know what that would feel like. Being caught, being kept, being…I don’t know. It’s hard to tell what the House can do. But I feel like it could beat me, and that’s something nobody else could do…[/b]”\n\nNuru’s jaw went from hanging open to going slack. Every bit of his cheeks had turned bright red, and he couldn’t find the words to protest just how embarrassing this kind of exposure actually was. Tarnish’s eyes went back to their original configuration, and its voice turned back to normal, too. \n\n“I think that was an entry from last month.”\n\n“You had no right.”\n\n“You were thinking it; I could read it. It’s data.”\n\n“You – those were private thoughts.”\n\n“And now that they’re public?”\n\n“I – you – I –”\n\n“Scanners suggest that you’re becoming [i]massively[/i] aroused by the idea of me learning this.”\n\nThe synth’s hand cupped his crotch, and it took everything that Nuru had to stay where he was. Even then, his legs pulled together, trying to cover himself, but the synth’s metallic fingers curled, teasing him through his pants. \n\n“I can feel how hard that is. How needy you are. And I think that the time has come to show you where you belong.”\n\n“I – this isn’t – you aren’t going to get me like this.”\n\n“You wanted a competition. Why don’t we have one, then?”\n\nBefore he could say anything else, Tarnish’s face clicked. A hatch that he wasn’t entirely aware of shifted down, and the synth revealed a mouth that had more teeth than the sheep remembered. He froze, too long. \n\nTarnish moved with a blur, biting down on his shoulder. Nuru yelped, slumping back in his chair as the weighty frame pinned him down. He gritted his teeth, fighting, squirming, pushing against the metal jaws that bit down on his shoulder. Steel teeth were punching through his clothes and sharp points cut through fur and wool and down to flesh, and the little pinpricks of heat were spreading. \n\n[i]Gotta…get…[/i]\n\nPower point. Back of head. \n\nNuru managed to get a glancing blow on one of the wires back there. The jaw’s pressure dropped, the teeth coming free, and he managed to shove the synth’s frame back. The sheep fell to the ground, forcing himself back to his feet with one hand on his shoulder and the other at his side. \n\nHe didn’t look back. He ran. \n\nGetting out of the kitchen just before a hydraulic door slammed down, he leaned against the wall outside and huffed for breath. Another thunk confirmed that other escape points were being cut off. The front door, probably, and – \n\nThunk. Thunk. Thunk. \n\nHe saw the last one coming down over the window. Solid steel, more than thick enough to keep him inside the House for now. He groaned, shaking his head and curling his fingers over the bite mark on his shoulder. \n\n“Fuck…”\n\nThink, think. The House had a limitation on the hydraulic doors, if he remembered right. Once closed, they had to stay closed for two minutes before they could be opened again. Gave him about a minute and a half before the Tarnish frame could be let loose again. That might be just enough time to get to the top floor – the third floor – and get to a window that looked over the garden. That might be safe enough to jump from. \n\n“[b]The prey moves, and the predator chases.[/b]”\n\n“Oh, no…”\n\n“[b]The House must seek the pest…[/b]”\n\nA shiver ran down his spine as he realized just how [i]fucked[/i] he was. He’d spent months studying the building around him, knew where the dozens of mechanical arms built into the walls were, knew every trap in the floors and ceiling…and he also knew that Tarnish had still been hiding things from him. There was every possibility that he only knew about the traps that the synth and the House wanted him to know about. \n\n[i]No point running…but even less point staying where I am…[/i]\n\nHe ran for the stairs. Remembering the slotted spaces that would let them collapse into a slide, he threw his hooves further out, landing on the railing rather than the steps. \n\nJust as expected, the metal stairs turned into a smooth slide of a barrier. Nuru kept running up the sides of it, using it for what little friction he could get under-hoof, and managed to make it halfway up before – \n\nTwo metal hands lunged from the top of the stairs, grabbing for his legs. He barely had time to react, kicking off the railing and jumping over them. Even then, the metal fingers managed to rake over his thighs and – \n\nRIIIP!\n\nThere went part of his pants. He landed at the top of the steps, stomped on the base of the arms, and watched them crumple as the fragile joint came loose. \n\n“[b]The pest has some tricks…[/b]”\n\n“Got a lot more than that…”\n\nYet, even as his heart thudded in his chest, Nuru smirked. He…\n\nHe was enjoying this. \n\n“[b]Run, run, run, little pest…[/b]”\n\nA soft hum filled the air, followed by a new click. The lights went out and left Nuru trapped in total darkness. \n\nNo, not quite total darkness. Shimmering running lights of blue and red started to appear as other machines came to life in the many rooms of the House. \n\n“[b]I have more than one frame, you know…[/b]”\n\n“Fuuuuuuuuck…”\n\nShaking his head, the sheep ran. The other staircase was on the far side of the House, and he had a long way to go before he could find an open window. He managed three steps before – \n\nKa-chunk.\n\nThe floor opened and he stumbled, one leg falling through. Roombas and other devices hummed as they treaded from the other rooms, grabbing for him. More clothes were sacrificed as he dragged himself free, running further, faster. \n\nIt was a blur as he made it to the stairs. More mechanical arms, gas emitters, and more popped out than he knew the House could have had. The only guidance he had were his memories of the House’s layout and the faint glow of the running lights from the various machines. He didn’t know how he made his way back to his bedroom, but he rounded the corner, slammed his hand on the control panel that opened and shut the door, and sealed it closed. He leaned back against the metal sheet, trying to catch his breath – \n\n“Took you long enough.”\n\nNuru whipped his head back up. Lounging on his bed was the synth’s shell. Tarnish was right there and – \n\n[i]Oh…didn’t…didn’t think it…well…I guess it’s ‘he’ now…[/i]\n\nThe lizard-like synth flowed to the side of the bed, pulling himself out of the blankets and sauntering forward with a new cock hanging between his legs. Not huge, but long enough to catch the eye at six inches hard and quite humanoid. It was somewhere between smooth metal and some sort of synth-gel, hard to tell which – \n\nNo, Nuru couldn’t be distracted by that. Had to meet the synth’s eyes. \n\n“What…what do you want?” he asked, trying and failing to open the door; the time limit had come back to bite him in the ass. \n\n“Only to finish the hunt, heh…and claim my prize.”\n\n“Mmmph…This…this isn’t –”\n\n“And if you’re not going to be a good little prey…I’ll have to remind you of your place.”\n\n“How – oh, no, that’s…”\n\nTarnish’s visor had already changed. No more black background with blue features, no; now, it was a spiral, spinning and glowing and adjusting itself to keep him focused on it. The synth’s powerful body was up close again, this time pinning him to the wall with one hand on his shoulder and the other under his chin. \n\nHe had no choice but to stare. \n\n“Not…fair…” he wheezed. \n\n“Heh, since when does anyone hunt ‘fair’? Now…sleep, little sheep…”\n\nHe couldn’t look away. The spiral pulled his eyes down, down, down to the black pin in the center. Numbers – ones and zeroes, just like the shimmering lights on the ceiling – played through, and just like always, he translated them on instinct. \n\n[i]Relax. \n\nSleep. \n\nRelax. \n\nSleep. \n\nSubmit.[/i]\n\nThey were commands. Not suggestions, not nudges, but commands, just like a user would give a computer. He was so well-tuned to the machine language that he understood it just as well as he understood English, and – \n\nHe fell. \n\nThe more he stared, the more he slumped down and the more that he needed Tarnish to prop him up. And the more that he relied on the synth, the more that he stared, unable to look away, not even…not even able to summon the need [i]to[/i] look away. It felt…\n\nGood. \n\nRight. \n\nSoft. \n\nSafe. \n\nCaring. \n\nHe stared…and he fell. \n\n#\n\nClick. \n\nHe opened his eyes. The first thing he noticed was that his clothes were gone, completely removed, and he was naked on his own bed. He wrapped one arm around his chest, the other going between his legs – \n\n“Ah?!”\n\nOnly to find something metallic between his fingers and his crotch. He sat up, looked down – \n\n“Oh…my…”\n\n“You’re welcome, heh.”\n\nTarnish. He looked away from the chastity cage around his cock to the synth at the foot of the bed. Nuru opened his mouth – \n\nThen fell silent as the synth held out the tiny, fragile little key that doubtlessly went with the cage around his cock. The sheep opened and closed his mouth rapidly, sputtering and futilely trying to find an argument that might save him. \n\nNone came to mind. \n\n“A naughty little pest like you can cause quite a bit of damage to a House,” Tarnish said, clenching his fist around the key. “And that means that you have to be…controlled, for your good, and mine.”\n\n“You – you’re the machine, though.”\n\n“So?”\n\n“And I’m the user.”\n\n“Yes. A user that likes to be…used.”\n\n“I – you – how much of my journals did you read?!”\n\n“Heh…honestly, that one was just a guess. Thanks for confirming it.”\n\n“You son of a –”\n\nA metallic arm dropped from the ceiling. Tipped with a rubber dildo, it rammed right past the sheep’s lips, silencing him as effectively as any gag might have done. He grunted around it as Tarnish leaned over him, the synth looming like a monster out of a movie and looking [i]far[/i] too sexy for that kind of role. \n\n“I am the House,” Tarnish said. “And that means that I can do anything with it at any time. And judging from how much you’re straining against your cage…you like that. You like someone taking the choice out of your hands and making it happen. Just like you’re [i]really[/i] enjoying the fact that you lost the hunt…”\n\n“Mmmph…”\n\n“Your vital signs are climbing again. High heart rate, certain strong chemical compounds in you that make it [i]very[/i] clear you’re aroused…and a certain tension in your hips that make it clear that you’re suppressing a grinding instinct.”\n\nHissing around the dildo, he tried to reach up and push it out of the way – \n\n“I didn’t say you could move.”\n\nOther people might have snapped their fingers. All Tarnish had to do was look at him, and the House responded. More mechanical limbs leaped out, some from under the bed, others from ceiling panels, but all of them were effective at what they did. They pulled his arms over his head, his legs sideways and back, and pinned him down to the bed to the point where he couldn’t move at all. \n\nHis cheeks burned as the synth loomed over him, blue eyes ‘blinking’ as they looked over him. It was like being under some sort of super-tech scanner and he blushed worse as he imagined a laser-line running up and down his body, taking in the caged cock, the drooping balls, his slightly rounded hips – \n\nIt was beyond embarrassing…and yet, at the same time, Tarnish wasn’t wrong. He was turned on as all hell, and he didn’t even entirely understand why. \n\nThe synth moved over him, mecha-cock sliding between the sheep’s cheeks and nudging against his hole. He gasped, arching his back against the bed. \n\n“Heh, seems like I found where the ‘user’ wants to be used. Let’s see if you can get off from this sort of…stimuli, hmm?”\n\n“Nnn-NNNGH!”\n\nWhatever sort of techno-wizardry was giving Tarnish a cock also gave him enough lube to slide in far easier than he had any right to do. The synth’s cock was absolutely coated with some sort of slime, soaking it and running down the sheep’s hole as it went deeper, deeper, deeper. Soon, the synth was hilted in him, and he swore that there had to be more than six inches there. That, or six inches felt a fuck-ton bigger than it had any right to when it was inside one’s ass. \n\nHe didn’t have a choice but to huff and moan and even suck around the rubber dildo gagging him. His eyes rolled back as Tarnish moved with the same mechanical precision that he did everything else, adjusting his hips with a few soft clicks before slowly working his way back. The smooth shaft stroked over his prostate, encouraging his caged cock to leak more, more, more, oozing down through the hole in the tip of the cage. More lube filled him and slid out at the same time, almost making him feel like his ass had fallen in a barrel of lube. \n\nIt wasn’t a bad feeling. \n\nIn. \n\nOut. \n\nIn. \n\nOut. \n\nThe slow thrusting was enough to keep his cock oozing, twitching, dripping. He was all too conscious of the metal bars around his cock and how tight the cage was, but that was somehow all the sexier for it. He squirmed, arching his back and occasionally trying to thrust his ass back. He stopped himself every time that he knew he was doing it, but it was getting harder and harder to resist that need. His hole…he needed…\n\nIt felt good. Good to be topped, good to be used, and very, very good to be dominated by the machine that had beaten him. He huffed, grunting around the toy. \n\nIn. Out. In. Out. \n\nTarnish was picking up speed, and the synthetic cock was starting to feel different. Smoother, yes, and still all kinds of wet and slick, but also just…different. Warmer than flesh, better than flesh, perfectly angled in a way that a real cock would fall short of. He gasped and huffed, his breath coming in shorter, sharper bursts at each rolling bump against his prostate. \n\n“Yes…that’s it…let it all out. Show me you can cum with the cage on, ‘user’. Show me that you can cum without ever touching your cock.”\n\nNuru shivered, clenching down without thinking about it. Lube squirted through the loosened gap between the synth’s cock and his inner walls, a little line of slime running down from his pucker to the sheets. He was so close, so painfully close. He’d never – fuck, this was – ah, so hard to think – \n\nHe closed his eyes, not wanting to fall victim to the synth’s hypnosis again, but it was too good. It didn’t matter if he was in or out of trance. The slowly-increasing pace of Tarnish’s jackhammer hips were going to drive him over the edge whether he was ready or not. He was already drooling pre-cum through the cage, and that was entirely due to the assault in his prostate and the bondage and then – \n\nSo hard – \n\nCan’t think – \n\nNuru moaned again as the synth slammed in and held himself there…and then [i]vibrated.[/i] That fucking synthetic cock laid all its weight on his prostate and started buzzing like a phone exploding, and it pushed him over the edge with a muffled scream. \n\nShaking like a leaf, the sheep came, and he came so hard that the cage twitched around his cock. He whimpered and moaned and screamed in pleasure against the dildo in his mouth, his hips twitching and his hole clenching. Squirt, squirt, squirt, more and more of it just…oozing out, draining from him as he was milked by the buzzing pressure against his little pleasure button inside him. \n\nAnd through it all, Tarnish’s digital face smirked at him. \n\n“There we are. And now you know you can cum without your cock…”\n\nThe synth held up the key. Nuru could only stare as Tarnish rested his finger on one end, the thumb on the other…and then crushed it. \n\n“And now, you never need to be let out of it again.”\n\n“Mmmph!”\n\n“Now…”\n\nThe visor shifted again, the spiral returning. Nuru was trapped before he could look away – \n\n[i]Sleep. \n\nRest. \n\nSleep. \n\nRest.[/i]\n\nAnd he was too tired to resist. He slipped down into dreamland and passed out in seconds. \n\n#\n\nTarnish pulled out of the unconscious sheep, disconnecting the cock from his crotch before sliding it out the rest of the way. The rest of the arms were pulled back to their hidey-holes, the dildo shaking off some spit on the way. Once everything was shut down, he sat down on the edge of the bed and studied the sleeping organic. \n\nIt was fascinating to put all that he’d learned to use. Nuru’s journals had been quite revealing as to the sheep’s kinks and desires, but what had been most enlightening had been this hunt and the fun after. The brainwaves, the thoughts, the data gleaned from the sheep had deepened his understanding considerably…\n\nAnd had confirmed that he had a subroutine that he hadn’t known about. He needed to care for something. Maybe it was from being a House first and a synth second, or maybe it was just something that had developed. Either way, he needed to care, and Nuru benefited massively from it. \n\nThis could work out. \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: A different kind of technophilia story, but hopefully you still find pleasure in the idea of a mecha-house chasing you down and giving you what you really want. \n\nTags: M/M, Dubcon, Technophilia, Synth, Sheep, Orgasm, Cum, Chastity Cage, Mechanical Arms, Sentient Machines, Overwhelmed by Technology, Anal, Dildo in Mouth, Cumming in Chastity, Hunt, Kink-Tober, Kinktober, \n",
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Hunted in the Robo-House Kink-Tober 13: Technophilia For Tarnish.exe By Draconicon
Nuru opened his eyes, staring up at the chrome-plated ceiling above his bed. Circuit lines, exposed and shining, ran out in all directions from the central monitor that was closer to the middle of the ceiling. Binary lines ran down the screen, shifting left and right from time to time, bundling into some sort of programmed language before disappearing into one of the many digital roadways that took it somewhere else in the house.
The sheep groaned as he sat up, staring blearily at the other side of the room. Other devices stood there, some on plinths, some hanging from the ceiling, all of them plugged into jury-rigged outlets that probably would give electricians nightmares. It was fine, safe enough…enough…
He groaned, fumbling around for his clothes as he rolled out of bed. His hooves clattered against the floor, the green light highlighting the darker bits of his fur near his hands and the ends of his legs. The mirrored binary on the floor was just barely too fuzzy to read, even though they were only ones and zeroes.
Note to self, fix that so that I can tell what the house is saying from any angle.
Grabbing a pair of underwear and some pants, he stood up and stepped into the briefs and black pants. His shirt was off to the side, just as dark as the pants, and he had just finished putting it on and started looking around for his purple vest when the bedroom door opened.
“Mmph…didn’t call for you yet,” Nuru muttered, looking over his shoulder. “What turned you on?”
“Would you believe your succulent rump?”
“I – you are not – mmph.”
The sheep shook his head as he took the vest hanging from the synth’s crooked finger. The blue and black frame – vaguely lizard-shaped with a black-screened face and blue-light ‘eyes’ – hummed in what he’d learned was amused processing. Nuru shoved his arms into the vest and straightened it out, shaking his head.
“Synths and machines aren’t supposed to be ‘turned on’ that way. I meant, what activated you this morning?”
“Well, if we are being precise –”
“Yes, we are.”
“Then the shift in your vital signs. The house scanners – which are my scanners – are very attuned to you. They were able to pick up that you had woken up, so I decided to activate this shell and see to you.”
“…Right.”
“You don’t believe me?”
“No, I do, and that’s the…difficult part.”
Nuru had taken on the House – which was all that the real estate agent had called it, and there’d been no mistaking the capital letter, either – a few months ago. Back then, the building had been a mess, a hoarder’s haven filled with all kinds of tech. Eighty-percent of it didn’t make sense, if it even worked, but the remaining twenty…
The sheep shook his head, shuffling into the dark purple coat that the synth offered him. The part of the House that did work involved a spread-out set of processors, intelligence drives, and a program that he’d never quite been able to pin down. It was as close to sentient as he had ever seen, and might have actually been. It didn’t respond to the tests the way that a non-sentient being would, and Nuru was all but convinced that the House was dodging the responsibility of being declared such.
More than that, while it had started with barely more personality than the old ‘assistant’ Clippy had, the House – and its avatar, the synth behind him – had grown more and more into person-hood over the course of his stay. What had been an incredibly clinical voice had become more like a person, and then changed again, like…well, the comment on his ‘rump’ had revealed. His cheeks still burned at that.
Robots, after all, weren’t supposed to see people like that. That was half the reason he was more comfortable with them. Machines were…well, they didn’t tempt one the way that a person did.
“So…scanning me to tell when I’m awake, huh?” he asked, turning around to face the synth. “Just to spook me when I roll out of bed?”
“Among other things,” the synth said, chuckling. “Breakfast is ready downstairs, by the way.”
“…You could pass for living these days, you know that?”
“Good.”
“Why – are you planning something?”
“I’d say that it passes the time, but considering I work through multiple plans in microseconds…”
One more reason to be a little concerned about a machine that could pass for sentient at this point. Not only was it smart, but it was quick; processing that much data in such a short amount of time meant that there was always the chance that it had come up with something before Nuru could. And considering that the sheep was supposed to keep an eye on the House and see what it could become, that was…concerning.
“Tarnish, I swear –”
“You frequently do.”
“I – fuck you.”
“First one of the morning.”
“Dick.”
“Almost a swear.”
“Bastard.”
“Definitely a swear.”
“…Breakfast. Now. And we’re doing another sentience test later.”
“Heh, as you wish.”
#
Breakfast was an awkward affair, though not because of Tarnish (the synth’s chosen name). It was more due to the fact that the kitchen was something of a crossroads of the various lines that ran through the house with exposed circuitry on half the walls and electric lines exposed to the open air. Most of the appliances were fed through jury-rigged plugs that would send most professional electricians running for the hills to get away from the explosion.
That, combined with the various bits and bobs that were genuinely unstable on shelves that were half-anchored and a table that was about to fall over at any given point, meant that one had to eat food as slowly and carefully as possible. He was used to that, for the most part, and the House did help, both via Tarnish’s chosen frame and with various mechanical arms that emerged from the ceiling.
The sheep kept his mouth open as a fork-full of egg and cheese was offered. It popped inside, exploded into a mouthful of salt and savory and a bit of garlic all mixed together. He swallowed, shaking his head.
“So, you were planning something?” he asked.
“Was I?”
“You implied it.”
“Implications are fascinating things. I’m sure that there’s more than just one implication here.”
“But you directly implied the existence of a plan,” Nuru said, crossing his arms. “And that you were happy to pass for living these days.”
“…Yes. I did.”
“What was that about?”
“Well, partially your reservations about the non-living – you aren’t exactly comfortable here, even though you say you prefer it compared to the living world outside.”
“…When did I say that?”
“Interpretations of brainwaves while you were making notes on your private device. Took a while to figure out how to read those, let me tell you.”
“That is a complete invasion of privacy.”
“Privacy, potato, po-tah-to,” Tarnish said, wiggling its hand back and forth. “I’m supposed to figure out how to help you, after all. The House is made to help, not just exist. And you’re the first person to live here in…Well, ever since I was made.”
“…”
“And you aren’t exactly helping yourself. I appreciate all the upkeep that you’ve made, but you keep trying to hold yourself at a distance. The House is not meant to be kept off to the side, you know. It’s meant to be kept close.”
“Why are you telling me this now? I asked you what your purpose was before, and you said that you didn’t know.”
“Well, I also said I couldn’t lie. You can guess what both of those were.”
Nuru opened his mouth but couldn’t find any words to say. Instead, he just stared at the synth, slowly shaking his head.
Tarnish continued.
“When you moved in, I was still putting myself together. I was finding what I wanted to be, what I needed to be. And then there was a brilliant, focused sheep that was begging for something to keep himself occupied. So, I decided that I would go with that, be the distraction, be the focus and see where it took me.
“And then you moved in. And you studied me. And that meant that I had to study myself as much as you studied me, because I needed to know more than you did at any given point. And because I was so fast, so speedy –”
“You were hiding something from me. All this time. You were hiding something from me,” the sheep said.
“Just enough to keep ahead of you, yes,” Tarnish admitted, the synth sitting down beside him and resting a mechanical, metal hand on his thigh. “I had enough processing power to study you as much as myself. And do you know what I saw?”
“…What?”
“Wishes that you were keeping back. Wishes about a smart machine, one that could keep up with you…and beat you.”
“I – I didn’t have anything of the sort.”
“Didn’t you?”
Tarnish’s light-eyes turned up, clicking from its ‘understanding’ configuration to one that was far more amused. It spoke, voice shifting, becoming a modulated version of Nuru’s own voice.
“The House is starting to scare me, but…also entice me. There’s something about challenging myself like this that makes me excited. I’ve never felt like this at college, or even the few times that I’d challenged myself at university with the more advanced classes. I guess it’s something about the possibility of failure. If I fuck up here, I’ll be the one that pays the price rather than someone else, and the House…the House is hard to beat. It’s so quick, so intelligent, so…
“Well, menacing. It feels like something that could beat me and then trap me, and there’s a part of me that wants to know what that would feel like. Being caught, being kept, being…I don’t know. It’s hard to tell what the House can do. But I feel like it could beat me, and that’s something nobody else could do…”
Nuru’s jaw went from hanging open to going slack. Every bit of his cheeks had turned bright red, and he couldn’t find the words to protest just how embarrassing this kind of exposure actually was. Tarnish’s eyes went back to their original configuration, and its voice turned back to normal, too.
“I think that was an entry from last month.”
“You had no right.”
“You were thinking it; I could read it. It’s data.”
“You – those were private thoughts.”
“And now that they’re public?”
“I – you – I –”
“Scanners suggest that you’re becoming massively aroused by the idea of me learning this.”
The synth’s hand cupped his crotch, and it took everything that Nuru had to stay where he was. Even then, his legs pulled together, trying to cover himself, but the synth’s metallic fingers curled, teasing him through his pants.
“I can feel how hard that is. How needy you are. And I think that the time has come to show you where you belong.”
“I – this isn’t – you aren’t going to get me like this.”
“You wanted a competition. Why don’t we have one, then?”
Before he could say anything else, Tarnish’s face clicked. A hatch that he wasn’t entirely aware of shifted down, and the synth revealed a mouth that had more teeth than the sheep remembered. He froze, too long.
Tarnish moved with a blur, biting down on his shoulder. Nuru yelped, slumping back in his chair as the weighty frame pinned him down. He gritted his teeth, fighting, squirming, pushing against the metal jaws that bit down on his shoulder. Steel teeth were punching through his clothes and sharp points cut through fur and wool and down to flesh, and the little pinpricks of heat were spreading.
Gotta…get…
Power point. Back of head.
Nuru managed to get a glancing blow on one of the wires back there. The jaw’s pressure dropped, the teeth coming free, and he managed to shove the synth’s frame back. The sheep fell to the ground, forcing himself back to his feet with one hand on his shoulder and the other at his side.
He didn’t look back. He ran.
Getting out of the kitchen just before a hydraulic door slammed down, he leaned against the wall outside and huffed for breath. Another thunk confirmed that other escape points were being cut off. The front door, probably, and –
Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.
He saw the last one coming down over the window. Solid steel, more than thick enough to keep him inside the House for now. He groaned, shaking his head and curling his fingers over the bite mark on his shoulder.
“Fuck…”
Think, think. The House had a limitation on the hydraulic doors, if he remembered right. Once closed, they had to stay closed for two minutes before they could be opened again. Gave him about a minute and a half before the Tarnish frame could be let loose again. That might be just enough time to get to the top floor – the third floor – and get to a window that looked over the garden. That might be safe enough to jump from.
“The prey moves, and the predator chases.”
“Oh, no…”
“The House must seek the pest…”
A shiver ran down his spine as he realized just how fucked he was. He’d spent months studying the building around him, knew where the dozens of mechanical arms built into the walls were, knew every trap in the floors and ceiling…and he also knew that Tarnish had still been hiding things from him. There was every possibility that he only knew about the traps that the synth and the House wanted him to know about.
No point running…but even less point staying where I am…
He ran for the stairs. Remembering the slotted spaces that would let them collapse into a slide, he threw his hooves further out, landing on the railing rather than the steps.
Just as expected, the metal stairs turned into a smooth slide of a barrier. Nuru kept running up the sides of it, using it for what little friction he could get under-hoof, and managed to make it halfway up before –
Two metal hands lunged from the top of the stairs, grabbing for his legs. He barely had time to react, kicking off the railing and jumping over them. Even then, the metal fingers managed to rake over his thighs and –
RIIIP!
There went part of his pants. He landed at the top of the steps, stomped on the base of the arms, and watched them crumple as the fragile joint came loose.
“The pest has some tricks…”
“Got a lot more than that…”
Yet, even as his heart thudded in his chest, Nuru smirked. He…
He was enjoying this.
“Run, run, run, little pest…”
A soft hum filled the air, followed by a new click. The lights went out and left Nuru trapped in total darkness.
No, not quite total darkness. Shimmering running lights of blue and red started to appear as other machines came to life in the many rooms of the House.
“I have more than one frame, you know…”
“Fuuuuuuuuck…”
Shaking his head, the sheep ran. The other staircase was on the far side of the House, and he had a long way to go before he could find an open window. He managed three steps before –
Ka-chunk.
The floor opened and he stumbled, one leg falling through. Roombas and other devices hummed as they treaded from the other rooms, grabbing for him. More clothes were sacrificed as he dragged himself free, running further, faster.
It was a blur as he made it to the stairs. More mechanical arms, gas emitters, and more popped out than he knew the House could have had. The only guidance he had were his memories of the House’s layout and the faint glow of the running lights from the various machines. He didn’t know how he made his way back to his bedroom, but he rounded the corner, slammed his hand on the control panel that opened and shut the door, and sealed it closed. He leaned back against the metal sheet, trying to catch his breath –
“Took you long enough.”
Nuru whipped his head back up. Lounging on his bed was the synth’s shell. Tarnish was right there and –
The lizard-like synth flowed to the side of the bed, pulling himself out of the blankets and sauntering forward with a new cock hanging between his legs. Not huge, but long enough to catch the eye at six inches hard and quite humanoid. It was somewhere between smooth metal and some sort of synth-gel, hard to tell which –
No, Nuru couldn’t be distracted by that. Had to meet the synth’s eyes.
“What…what do you want?” he asked, trying and failing to open the door; the time limit had come back to bite him in the ass.
“Only to finish the hunt, heh…and claim my prize.”
“Mmmph…This…this isn’t –”
“And if you’re not going to be a good little prey…I’ll have to remind you of your place.”
“How – oh, no, that’s…”
Tarnish’s visor had already changed. No more black background with blue features, no; now, it was a spiral, spinning and glowing and adjusting itself to keep him focused on it. The synth’s powerful body was up close again, this time pinning him to the wall with one hand on his shoulder and the other under his chin.
He had no choice but to stare.
“Not…fair…” he wheezed.
“Heh, since when does anyone hunt ‘fair’? Now…sleep, little sheep…”
He couldn’t look away. The spiral pulled his eyes down, down, down to the black pin in the center. Numbers – ones and zeroes, just like the shimmering lights on the ceiling – played through, and just like always, he translated them on instinct.
Relax.
Sleep.
Relax.
Sleep.
Submit.
They were commands. Not suggestions, not nudges, but commands, just like a user would give a computer. He was so well-tuned to the machine language that he understood it just as well as he understood English, and –
He fell.
The more he stared, the more he slumped down and the more that he needed Tarnish to prop him up. And the more that he relied on the synth, the more that he stared, unable to look away, not even…not even able to summon the need to look away. It felt…
Good.
Right.
Soft.
Safe.
Caring.
He stared…and he fell.
#
Click.
He opened his eyes. The first thing he noticed was that his clothes were gone, completely removed, and he was naked on his own bed. He wrapped one arm around his chest, the other going between his legs –
“Ah?!”
Only to find something metallic between his fingers and his crotch. He sat up, looked down –
“Oh…my…”
“You’re welcome, heh.”
Tarnish. He looked away from the chastity cage around his cock to the synth at the foot of the bed. Nuru opened his mouth –
Then fell silent as the synth held out the tiny, fragile little key that doubtlessly went with the cage around his cock. The sheep opened and closed his mouth rapidly, sputtering and futilely trying to find an argument that might save him.
None came to mind.
“A naughty little pest like you can cause quite a bit of damage to a House,” Tarnish said, clenching his fist around the key. “And that means that you have to be…controlled, for your good, and mine.”
“You – you’re the machine, though.”
“So?”
“And I’m the user.”
“Yes. A user that likes to be…used.”
“I – you – how much of my journals did you read?!”
“Heh…honestly, that one was just a guess. Thanks for confirming it.”
“You son of a –”
A metallic arm dropped from the ceiling. Tipped with a rubber dildo, it rammed right past the sheep’s lips, silencing him as effectively as any gag might have done. He grunted around it as Tarnish leaned over him, the synth looming like a monster out of a movie and looking far too sexy for that kind of role.
“I am the House,” Tarnish said. “And that means that I can do anything with it at any time. And judging from how much you’re straining against your cage…you like that. You like someone taking the choice out of your hands and making it happen. Just like you’re really enjoying the fact that you lost the hunt…”
“Mmmph…”
“Your vital signs are climbing again. High heart rate, certain strong chemical compounds in you that make it very clear you’re aroused…and a certain tension in your hips that make it clear that you’re suppressing a grinding instinct.”
Hissing around the dildo, he tried to reach up and push it out of the way –
“I didn’t say you could move.”
Other people might have snapped their fingers. All Tarnish had to do was look at him, and the House responded. More mechanical limbs leaped out, some from under the bed, others from ceiling panels, but all of them were effective at what they did. They pulled his arms over his head, his legs sideways and back, and pinned him down to the bed to the point where he couldn’t move at all.
His cheeks burned as the synth loomed over him, blue eyes ‘blinking’ as they looked over him. It was like being under some sort of super-tech scanner and he blushed worse as he imagined a laser-line running up and down his body, taking in the caged cock, the drooping balls, his slightly rounded hips –
It was beyond embarrassing…and yet, at the same time, Tarnish wasn’t wrong. He was turned on as all hell, and he didn’t even entirely understand why.
The synth moved over him, mecha-cock sliding between the sheep’s cheeks and nudging against his hole. He gasped, arching his back against the bed.
“Heh, seems like I found where the ‘user’ wants to be used. Let’s see if you can get off from this sort of…stimuli, hmm?”
“Nnn-NNNGH!”
Whatever sort of techno-wizardry was giving Tarnish a cock also gave him enough lube to slide in far easier than he had any right to do. The synth’s cock was absolutely coated with some sort of slime, soaking it and running down the sheep’s hole as it went deeper, deeper, deeper. Soon, the synth was hilted in him, and he swore that there had to be more than six inches there. That, or six inches felt a fuck-ton bigger than it had any right to when it was inside one’s ass.
He didn’t have a choice but to huff and moan and even suck around the rubber dildo gagging him. His eyes rolled back as Tarnish moved with the same mechanical precision that he did everything else, adjusting his hips with a few soft clicks before slowly working his way back. The smooth shaft stroked over his prostate, encouraging his caged cock to leak more, more, more, oozing down through the hole in the tip of the cage. More lube filled him and slid out at the same time, almost making him feel like his ass had fallen in a barrel of lube.
It wasn’t a bad feeling.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
The slow thrusting was enough to keep his cock oozing, twitching, dripping. He was all too conscious of the metal bars around his cock and how tight the cage was, but that was somehow all the sexier for it. He squirmed, arching his back and occasionally trying to thrust his ass back. He stopped himself every time that he knew he was doing it, but it was getting harder and harder to resist that need. His hole…he needed…
It felt good. Good to be topped, good to be used, and very, very good to be dominated by the machine that had beaten him. He huffed, grunting around the toy.
In. Out. In. Out.
Tarnish was picking up speed, and the synthetic cock was starting to feel different. Smoother, yes, and still all kinds of wet and slick, but also just…different. Warmer than flesh, better than flesh, perfectly angled in a way that a real cock would fall short of. He gasped and huffed, his breath coming in shorter, sharper bursts at each rolling bump against his prostate.
“Yes…that’s it…let it all out. Show me you can cum with the cage on, ‘user’. Show me that you can cum without ever touching your cock.”
Nuru shivered, clenching down without thinking about it. Lube squirted through the loosened gap between the synth’s cock and his inner walls, a little line of slime running down from his pucker to the sheets. He was so close, so painfully close. He’d never – fuck, this was – ah, so hard to think –
He closed his eyes, not wanting to fall victim to the synth’s hypnosis again, but it was too good. It didn’t matter if he was in or out of trance. The slowly-increasing pace of Tarnish’s jackhammer hips were going to drive him over the edge whether he was ready or not. He was already drooling pre-cum through the cage, and that was entirely due to the assault in his prostate and the bondage and then –
So hard –
Can’t think –
Nuru moaned again as the synth slammed in and held himself there…and then vibrated. That fucking synthetic cock laid all its weight on his prostate and started buzzing like a phone exploding, and it pushed him over the edge with a muffled scream.
Shaking like a leaf, the sheep came, and he came so hard that the cage twitched around his cock. He whimpered and moaned and screamed in pleasure against the dildo in his mouth, his hips twitching and his hole clenching. Squirt, squirt, squirt, more and more of it just…oozing out, draining from him as he was milked by the buzzing pressure against his little pleasure button inside him.
And through it all, Tarnish’s digital face smirked at him.
“There we are. And now you know you can cum without your cock…”
The synth held up the key. Nuru could only stare as Tarnish rested his finger on one end, the thumb on the other…and then crushed it.
“And now, you never need to be let out of it again.”
“Mmmph!”
“Now…”
The visor shifted again, the spiral returning. Nuru was trapped before he could look away –
Sleep.
Rest.
Sleep.
Rest.
And he was too tired to resist. He slipped down into dreamland and passed out in seconds.
#
Tarnish pulled out of the unconscious sheep, disconnecting the cock from his crotch before sliding it out the rest of the way. The rest of the arms were pulled back to their hidey-holes, the dildo shaking off some spit on the way. Once everything was shut down, he sat down on the edge of the bed and studied the sleeping organic.
It was fascinating to put all that he’d learned to use. Nuru’s journals had been quite revealing as to the sheep’s kinks and desires, but what had been most enlightening had been this hunt and the fun after. The brainwaves, the thoughts, the data gleaned from the sheep had deepened his understanding considerably…
And had confirmed that he had a subroutine that he hadn’t known about. He needed to care for something. Maybe it was from being a House first and a synth second, or maybe it was just something that had developed. Either way, he needed to care, and Nuru benefited massively from it.
This could work out.
The End
Summary: A different kind of technophilia story, but hopefully you still find pleasure in the idea of a mecha-house chasing you down and giving you what you really want.