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", "writing": "Ralsei stood upon his balcony, overlooking Castle Town below. There were so many different darkners scurrying about, heading from one task and to the other with surprising efficiency. He'd never seen the town this thriving before, spotting at least a dozen different structure starting to go up all at once.\n\nThough unlike the other buildings in town, these towers were tall and made of metal, looking like futuristic fingers grasping for the sky above. These were the first roots of Cyber City reestablishing itself as something new.\n\nHonestly, it was nice to see, doing his heart wonders to witness growth and rebirth at such a level.\n\nOn the other hand.\n\nRalsei sighed. ``Another fight?''\n\n``Yes Ralsei, dearest,'' Queen said, shaking her head. ``It would seem that some of the werewires had an itsy-bitsy little tiff with a couple of those card folk. Nothing major, I can assure you, but it might be good to address things before it happens again, you know?''\n\nWhy hadn't anyone warned him that it'd be so hard to ensure that everyone got along.\n\n``I'll host a meeting tomorrow,'' Ralsei grumbled, tenting his brow between his forefinger and thumb. ``How did you handle stuff like this back in Cyber City?''\n\n``With an iron fist,'' Queen replied, pursing her lips together. ``If you'd like, I could probably...''\n\n``No no,'' Ralsei quickly interjected, waving her off. ``I'll think of an alternative conflict resolution strategy, thank you. The last thing I need is to make people worry about us heading back towards dictatorship. These... these darkners just need a little time together. Everything is still new and it?s only natural that there's a little friction between them.''\n\n``If you'd like, I could probably whip the werewires into shape,'' Tasque Manager purred.\n\nRalsei looked over and saw the other machine leaning against the railings as well. She had shed her usual attire for something a bit more casual with a pair of jeans and buttoned up blouse upon her frame. The pixels of her mouth moved, shifting from a frown and into a catty little smile as she looked at him.\n\n``If that was okay with you, of course,'' Tasque offered.\n\nRalsei sighed. ``Yet again, I'd like to avoid using violence as a means of resolving conflict. I don't want these darkners to associate me with their old regime.'' He looked at Queen and sheepishly grinned. ``No offense.''\n\n``I'm a computer, Ralsei,'' Queen teased. ``It isn't in my code to take things personally.'' She then frowned. ``Though I am deeply hurt that you think so little of my prior governance.''\n\n``Oh, sure they didn't code you to take things personally but they made sure that you could still feel hurt about it,'' Ralsei chided, rolling his eyes.\n\nQueen smirked. ``Of course, they needed to give me enough sentience to ensure that I could pass a Turing Test with flying colours. The first AI they programmed didn't do that and well... we won't talk about how Lord Skynet ran Cyber City before myself.''\n\n``Fuck that guy,'' Tasque grumbled.\n\nQueen nodded. ``Fuck him, indeed.'' She pushed away from the railing and made her way towards the sliding doors. ``Anyways, was there anything else that you needed me for, Ralsei?''\n\nRalsei shook his head. ``I think I'm good.''\n\n``Fantastic, then I'm going to attend to the various construction projects that require my attention,'' Queen declared, slipping through the doors though poking her head out. ``I'll be sure to be at this afternoon's meeting on time. So, you kids have fun without me in the meantime.'' She then waved at them. ``Toodles!''\n\nShe finally closed the door behind herself, leaving Ralsei alone with Tasque Manager.\n\n``You seem... stressed,'' Tasque offered.\n\nRalsei sighed. ``That obvious?''\n\n``Yep,'' Tasque replied, offering that ever-present catty smile upon her pixelated lips. It almost seemed like this was her baseline smoulder. ``Your pulse is ten beats quicker than your usual resting rate, your blood pressure is unusually high, and your body temperature is...''\n\nRalsei lifted a hand, getting her to stop. ``I just... I'm not especially happy with how hard it's been to try and get the darkners of the Card Kingdom and Cyber City to get along. I knew there was going to be some friction, I just... I didn't think there would be actual fights breaking out.''\n\n``Would you like some help dealing with the stress?'' Tasque asked. ``I might not be able to offer a diplomatic solution but I could still provide you with some relief.''\n\nRalsei bit his lip. ``I should probably focus on my work.''\n\n``Should you?'' Tasque replied, coming up alongside him and placing a hand upon his shoulder. ``I know you are busy but is there really anything you can do until you host that meeting this afternoon? Why not... let me take care of you for a little bit and help take your mind off things?'' She scoffed. ``Or would you rather experience burnout first and then give me the satisfaction of an `I told you so' in the near future?''\n\nRalsei looked at her, feeling a little red enter his cheeks. He was about to decline, really, he was. Yet there was something stopping him from doing so.\n\nMaybe Tasque was right... he wasn't helping anyone by pushing himself like this.\n\n``Come on, little prince,'' Tasque teased, coming up behind him. ``You're no good to anyone like this.'' She leaned closer, bringing her speakers right next to his ear as she spoke with a staticky purr. It was like listening to an old radio. ``Why not let Mommy take care of you for a bit.''\n\nRalsei shivered. ``On the balcony?''\n\nHe could feel Tasque bear down upon him from behind, pressing her larger body against his own. Her hips were about even with his back as she grinded against the small of it, giving him a chance to really appreciate the full size of the appendage that lingered within.\n\n``Did you get an upgrade recently?'' Ralsei asked, feeling a fresh dose of red flood into his cheeks.\n\nTasque chuckled. ``Yeah.''\n\n``We should...'' Ralsei bit his lip and glanced back, nodding towards the balcony doors. ``Probably get away from any prying eyes.''\n\n``What's the matter, little prince,'' Tasque teased. ``Don't want your entire Kingdom to know how big of a slut you are? Personally, I think your people should know about that.''\n\nRalsei whimpered. ``Tasque.''\n\nThankfully Tasque relented as she drew away from Ralsei and moved towards the doors of the balcony instead. There was a little more sway to her step as she walked, putting one leg purposefully in front of the other as she made her way towards them.\n\nRalsei couldn't help but stare at her rear though his eyes widened as she turned to face him, giving him a good view of the generous cock that now lingered below the belt. \n\nHow could she possibly have hidden something like this? It was... it was mammoth!\n\n``You seem distracted,'' Tasque chided, planting a hand purposefully upon her hip as she snapped it to the side. This only caused the contents of her pants to visibly shift as well.\n\nRalsei drew in a breath, swallowing the lump lodged in his throat. ``I'm okay.''\n\nTasque snickered and turned around as she stepped inside. ``Come now, little prince, let me help take your mind off things.''\n\nThe last of Ralsei's inhibitions melted away, bleeding into the background noise of this encounter. He stepped forward like a man possessed, unable to deny himself as he retreated into his chamber.\n\n``So, what do you have planned?'' he asked.\n\nTasque hummed as she made her way over to a lounging chair, plopping down within it. She tapped a single finger purposely against her chin, pondering this question for a good long while. Importantly, however, she did not cross her legs, always ensuring that her bulge was a factor. Maybe not quite an elephant in the room but it still dominated the atmosphere, being front and centre.\n\nIn the end, she snapped her fingers together. ``This place is a mess.''\n\nRalsei cocked a brow and looked around. It was as prim and proper as always with a clean kitchen nook, a well-made bed, and a living space that looked well taken care of. Really the only mess was at his workstation where a dozen different documents laid scattered about, each in a partial state of being addressed.\n\n``Is it?'' he asked.\n\nTasque rolled her eyes. ``Go with the bit, dear.''\n\n``Of course... of course.'' Ralsei smirked at her, rolling his eyes. ``I'm sorry that I live in such a state.''\n\n``Now if only there was someone who could help you show a little focus and ensure that you properly take care of this absolute stye,'' Tasque bemoaned, holding the back of her hand to her forehead. ``Alas, I don't know if such a figure exists.''\n\nRalsei smirked. ``You're really invested in this, huh?''\n\n``You need to help me sell this scene, dear,'' Tasque Manager stated, winking at him. ``I assure you, it's vital to setting the proper mood.''\n\nRalsei snorted and walked over to his closet, opening it and looking around inside. The majority of his wardrobe was made up of a series of matching mint green gowns which were paired with matching floppy hats of the same colour. Still there were a few other outfits present which bucked this trend and offered an alternative sense of fashion. Some were genuine outfits though there were a fair few which would only feel at home amongst some kinkier venues.\n\nOne such outfit was a black maid outfit which just happened to be tailored exactly to someone of his petite dimensions. It was well put together, made of a fine lace that was expertly woven together into a frilly design.\n\nHe grabbed it and held it up, flashing a coy little smile as he turned in Tasque's direction with it. ``I'm also going to guess that you want me to wear something like this while I take care of it? Would that be a correct assumption to make?''\n\n``Oh, what a fantastic idea,'' Tasque said, grinning as she got up and made her way towards the kitchen. ``That will really help you stay focused. Though...''\n\n``No underpants?'' Ralsei teased.\n\nTasque smirked and winked at him. ``And the cage.''\n\n``Oh, I can't believe that I was about to be so foolish. How could I possibly forget about the cage?'' Ralsei chided, turning back towards the closet and grabbing a little box from inside. The metallic contents of it jostled around as he moved. ``How... troublesome of me.''\n\n``But I think that all of that would be some very appropriate cleaning attire,'' Tasque stated, leaning against the kitchen island and resting her chin within her hands. There was a mischievous, maybe even catty, look lingering within those smouldering predatory eyes. ``Personally, I think you'd look very nice in that outfit.''\n\nRalsei nodded and moved towards a full-length mirror in his bedchamber, looking at himself in it. He could see Tasque in his reflection, lingering in the peripheral, her unwavering gaze remaining upon him. She didn't blink, not even once, those LCD eyes unmoving as they took him in.\n\nHe closed his own eyes and started to murmur under his breath, chanting a few words in a language that was nearly dead. And as he spoke, there was a static quality to the very air around him, his magic engulfing him utterly in a tingling shroud.\n\nThe sensation of mana shifting lasted for a few seconds and then was gone, erupting in a pop like a balloon being burst around him.\n\nTasque whistled. ``That is always such a nifty little party trick to witness.''\n\nRalsei opened his eyes and smiled at his reflection. ``Were you impressed?''\n\nTasque nodded, purring at the sight.\n\nRalsei looked at his new outfit, feeling a little bit of heat start to creep into his complexion. \n\nHis new outfit conformed to his body nicely, the black lace material covering his torso and midsection before ending in a skirt that was far too short to wear in public, lingering well above his thigh. There was also a matching little hat which rested upon his head, fitting snugly between his horns. The last piece of the outfit was a pair of knee-high white socks with heeled shoes resting upon his hooves, adding a little extra height to his stature. Though not nearly enough to come even close to being as tall as Tasque.\n\nHis lips were a little redder than usual and there was some extra blush upon his complexion, just enough to really enhance his already adorable disposition. And as he did a little twirl, the hem of his skirt lifted and revealed that he wore absolutely nothing underneath. Well, nothing except for a steel cage which utterly constrained his cute little cock.\n\n``I think your talents are wasted on merely being a Prince,'' Tasque teased. ``You honestly thrive in these outfits.''\n\nRalsei grinned, rubbing at his arm. ``It does feel nice.'' He perked up and smirked at her, batting his lashes. ``Are you offering to take the job from me?''\n\nTasque's eyes widened and she frantically waved her hands, chuckling nervously as she did so. ``No, no, fuck no. You could not pay me enough money to be a daycare attendant for all of these disorderly darkners. Do you want my hair to fall out?''\n\n``Err...'' Ralsei looked at her metallic, hairless scalp. ``I got some bad news for you, Tasque.''\n\n``It's a figure of speech,'' Tasque stated.\n\nShe pushed away from her perch and made her way over, still swaying those heavy hips as she did so. Maybe it was Ralsei's imagination or a trick of the light but he swore that the bulge in the crotch of her pants had somehow gotten even larger, swaying heavily with every step she took.\n\n``You're missing one last piece to your uniform,'' Tasque teased, purring as she spoke.\n\nShe brushed past him and headed towards the closet, peering inside with a familiar intimacy. Her attention went towards the top shelf where she grabbed a jewelry box, pulling it out and closing the door behind herself.\n\nThe box was a little ornate, decorated with glittering stones and being made of a finest felt. Tasque opened it and there was only a single object inside. It was a solid purple collar with a single metallic ring upon the front of it.\n\n``I hope your owner doesn't mind me borrowing this,'' Tasque said.\n\nRalsei bit his lip. ``I don't think she'd mind.''\n\nTasque placed the box upon a nearby table, approaching Ralsei with the collar. She carefully coiled the material around his throat before affixing the latch in the very back. Her actions were practiced, purposeful, experienced in this art as she ensured that it was just tight enough to be noticeable but not inhibit her darling ward's ability to breathe.\n\nShe even tested it by wedging a pair of fingers between Ralsei's throat and the firm leather of the collar, ensuring that there was adequate room to spare.\n\nOnce satisfied with the results, she withdrew her hand and took a step back, appraising him yet again. Her gaze was hungry, catty, and just brimming with predatory glee. There was a thin smile upon her lips, just wide enough to reveal one of her pointed teeth upon the LCD display.\n\n``Hands upon your hips,'' Tasque dictated.\n\nRalsei obeyed, planting his hands upon his hips and standing a little more rigid than before. The heels weren't painful but they were definitely a little steeper than he was used to, ensuring that even this simple gesture was done a little unsteady.\n\n``Now I am a woman with exacting standards,'' Tasque stated, clicking her non-existent tongue against the roof of her equally non-existent mouth. ``And I won't be kind if my orders are not followed, do you understand me?''\n\nRalsei swallowed a lump in his throat but nodded. ``Yes, Miss Tasque.''\n\nTasque started to circle around him, taking him in from every angle imaginable. Her gaze was hot, noticeable, and heavy as it lingered upon his form. Even as she dipped out of sight, he knew exactly where her attention lingered.\n\nOnce she was behind him, she hummed to herself, hawing as if determining a math problem or logic puzzle. \n\n``Bow for me at the hips,'' she finally ordered.\n\nRalsei obeyed, bending at the waist and dipping his torso towards the ground. He could feel his skirt hike upwards, exposing his bare rump to her. Her gaze lingered there for a good long moment.\n\nThe sensation of eyes upon such intimate places started to have an effect upon him. He groaned as his cock hardened, just a little, straining against the unforgiving material of his chastity.\n\n``Your uniform seems to be in order,'' Tasque said, purring as she placed a hand upon his bare rump. ``Though maybe we should discuss your lack of plug.''\n\nRalsei whimpered. ``My what?''\n\n``Yes, there's been a small change in the official uniform,'' Tasque stated, drawing back before swatting at his rump with her hand. It landed with a small thwack, more of a reminder than anything approaching an actual punishment. ``I require that all of my maids wear a plug while in my service.''\n\n``I'm sorry,'' Ralsei quickly said. ``I had no idea that there was a change in your required uniform. I promise that...''\n\nTasque swatted his hindquarters again, a little harder this time. The blow landed with an actual clap, sounding harsh and driving a little bit of warmth into his flesh. Though it wasn't too sharp, not yet anyways. It merely acted as a warning of what would be to come if he continued to disappoint her.\n\nShe moved over to the closet and looked inside, reaching for the top shelf and once more grabbing another box from within. As she came back over, she opened it and grabbed a moderately-sized plug. A plug which just happened to have a vibrator built into it.\n\nOnce more, she took up position behind him, resting one hand upon the small of his back, just above his tail. The plug was in this hand, the silicon base resting against the fabric of his garb.\n\nTasque pressed forward with her other hand, pressing two fingers against his pucker. Thankfully, it seemed that she had enough TP saved up as a lube spell materialized upon these fingers, ensuring that they slipped inside effortlessly. She moved forwards slowly until she was in all the way to the knuckles.\n\nRalsei cooed, shivering as Tasque slowly moved these digits around inside of him. Her actions were purposeful, managing to quickly find his prostate and toy with all the fun little nerves.\n\nHe gasped as she prodded against these, pushing firming against them and gently massaging into them. The sensation tingled, sending a shiver coursing through him and nearly making his legs buckle under the strain.\n\n``Fuck,'' he breathed.\n\nTasque chuckled. ``You are just so much fun to play with.'' She sighed. ``The swatchlings are always so hesitant when it comes to letting me put my fingers in such places.'' She scoffed. ``Between you and me, I think they're just worried about me getting up to mischief while three fingers deep.''\n\nRalsei could feel himself harden, a little more, really struggling against the confines of the metal. Yet, all he could do was grit his teeth and shuffle uncomfortable, being very firmly reminded about how unforgiving this little cage was.\n\nThankfully, Tasque had her fill of toying with him, drawing her fingers back and instead reaching down with the plug. It slipped inside, nearly as effortlessly as the fingers. It was one of his smaller models, meant for day-to-day affairs such as these.\n\nNot that he ever used it for such affairs before... no certainly not... not in a million years.\n\nOnce it was in place, Tasque pulled back and took a step away from him. ``Stand up straight if you would.''\n\nRalsei did as he was told, feeling that plug wedged deep inside. He shivered with ecstasy, wondering how he'd be able to get anything done like this.\n\n``You seem a little distracted,'' Tasque teased, coming up in front of him. ``Is something the matter, maid?''\n\nRalsei drew in a breath, trying to settle himself. Though it was so hard to think straight while feeling this stuffed. ``N-no!'' He blushed at the way his voice cracked. ``I am... I'm just getting used to how this new uniform feels is all.''\n\n``Just be glad I haven't introduced the spider gag yet,'' Tasque said, grinning. ``Then you'd really be in trouble.''\n\n``Spider gag?'' Ralsei asked, whimpering.\n\nTasque ignored him. Instead, she smirked and held up her fingers, purposefully showing them off before she loudly snapped them together. The noise echoed throughout the chamber but was soon dwarfed by the sound of Ralsei yelping and then moaning with intensity.\n\nThat dastardly plug had started to vibrate at a moderate din, enough to stimulate him and cause his legs to wobble, already straining against the heels that he wore. He whimpered and looked at Tasque, knowing that he must've been one hell of a sight to behold.\n\n``I so do love being Bluetooth compatible,'' Tasque teased. \n\nThis is when Ralsei noticed that there was a new blue indicator upon her face visor, small and off the side. It was just like the indicator which he had once seen upon Susie's phone when she connected it to this very same plug.\n\nThankfully, Tasque showed a little mercy as she snapped her fingers again. This turned off the toy, stopping Ralsei from falling onto his face. She instead made her way over to the kitchen and plopped down upon a stool that sat next to the island. Her gaze was always upon him, unwavering, coy, and filled with an amused mirth.\n\nRalsei knew this was his cue to get to work as he reached for the duster that hung upon his belt. He moved over to his bookshelf, the one piece of furniture in this room that actually needed cleaning. There were a few volumes there and each of them was in desperate need of his attention, the tops covered in a thin layer of grey dust.\n\nHe grabbed one of these books and took it out, dusting the top of it before taking care of the spot left behind. Then he moved onto the next book and the one after that, cleaning them one after another in turn.\n\nTasque didn't toy with him, not yet anyways. Instead, she merely watched, humming and hawing just audibly enough to be heard. Still, just as Ralsei neared the end of the first shelf, she snapped her fingers together again. This caused the toy to immediately kick into gear, a little harder than before.\n\nRalsei yelped and dropped the feather duster, causing it to bounce upon the floor. He didn't trust his footing in order to bend over and pick it up. Instead, he braced a hand upon the bookshelf, causing it to jostle at the impact.\n\n``Fuck,'' he whispered.\n\nTasque chuckled. ``By the divine algorithm, you sure are jumpy, little prince. Is everything okay?''\n\nRalsei whined and clutched at the hem of his skirt, digging his fingers into the material. It was so hard to think straight with that vibrator rumbling away, ceaseless stimulating him and refusing to let up in the slightest.\n\n``I can't work like this,'' he finally whined.\n\nTasque chuckled and stood up, making her way over. ``I mean if you can't work then what good are you, dear?''\n\nShe was now beside him as she bent down herself and picked up the little feather duster, offering it to him.\n\nRalsei looked at it for a good long moment before he took it, trying to push himself up. He wobbled upon unsteady feet and tried to concentrate through the ceaseless rumble of the vibrator. To his credit, he managed to finish with the shelf, removing the last few volumes and dusting them off, one after another in quick succession.\n\nThough there was little hope that he could push himself any further than that.\n\n``Miss Tasque,'' Ralsei whined.\n\nTasque sighed and once more mimicked the sound of a tongue clicking loudly against the roof of a mouth. ``I suppose I can find an alternative job for you if dusting is proving too cumbersome.''\n\nShe was now leaning against the wall, resting one hand upon the belt that held up her jeans. Her other hand sat motionless in the air, two fingers resting against one another, just shy of snapping together and likely saving him from this torment.\n\n``W-what kind of job?'' Ralsei asked.\n\n``I mean if you can't work in a traditional sense then I'm sure there is something more valuable that I could do with your mouth,'' Tasque teased, tracing the hand that rested upon her belt downwards and circling a single finger around the bulky bulge nestled inside the denim. ``I'm sure that a smart boy such as yourself can figure out what I'm saying.''\n\nRalsei nodded. ``Of course, M-mistress.''\n\nThis seemed to placate Tasque as she snapped her fingers together, causing the vibrator to cease, returning to its resting position inside of him. Ralsei let out a sigh of relief and pushed himself away from the shelf before making his way over to Tasque.\n\nHe honoured his end of the bargain as he sank to his knees before her, looking up at her obediently. Even while standing, she was so much taller than him. Yet, on his knees, he could barely even reach her crotch.\n\nHe leaned forwards and pressed his cheek against the bulge, nuzzling into it. His gaze went upwards, looking her in the eye and trying to offer his best set of puppy dog eyes imaginable.\n\nThis apparently pleased Tasque who smiled down at him. ``Who's a good boy?''\n\n``M-me?'' Ralsei asked.\n\nTasque nodded and patted the top of his head. ``The best.''\n\nRalsei beamed at the compliment.\n\nHe reached up and seized her belt, fiddling with it in order to pop it open. He started to ease it out of place, pulling it out wrung by wrung until it lingered entirely within his hand. At which point he tossed it aside and instead got to work on dealing with her fly.\n\nIt wasn't the easiest thing in the world to contend with. Thankfully Tasque showed him a little mercy. She reached down and fiddled with her fly, popping it open and unzipping it herself. Her hips then shimmied from side to side as her pants slipped lower and lower with each passing motion.\n\nThere wasn't a single piece of fabric underneath, no underpants or anything. So, as her pants started to drop, her cock became increasingly exposed, revealing itself one slow inch at a time. She seemed to be hard as the smooth silicon-like material was struggling to break free. It was thicker than the plug and definitely longer, being comparable to some of Ralsei's more sizeable toys. The flesh looked biomechanical, being a bright neon blue in colour.\n\nAnd finally, just as her pants settled into a spot part way down her thighs, the organ broke free. It sprung forwards with surprising force, causing Ralsei to yelp and dip back in order to avoid getting clubbed across the face by it.\n\nTasque's erection hung heavy in the air, being close to about a forearm in terms of both length and girth. The tip glistened with some sort of pearly lubricant as a bead of it came oozing forth. It dripped from the tip and fell through the air before landing loudly upon the floor.\n\n``Holy shit,'' Ralsei whispered, knowing that his eyes were wide with shock,\n\n``Well, what are you waiting for,'' Tasque teased, reaching forwards and placing a hand within his hair, right between his horns. ``My servos aren't going to service themselves, dear.''\n\nRalsei nodded and leaned a little higher. He reached out and grasped her erection, guiding it towards his lips as he took the tip between them.\n\nHer flesh tasted strange, artificial, made of foreign materials that felt like they belonged on a sex toy and not an actual organ. There was no sweat, no hormones, just this slightly fruity taste, like the flavoured lubes that Susie would sometimes bring with her.\n\nHe circled his tongue around the tip as he started to bob along. His motions were initially halting, his tempo shallow. This was the exploratory phase, the warm-up, a chance to get acquainted with a machine of Tasque's unique calibre.\n\nFor her part, Tasque didn't seem impatient, merely smiling at the display. She rubbed at his hair, petting him like he was a wayward pup. He appreciated the affection, paying it back by going a little deeper and circling his tongue a little more forcefully than before.\n\nA thin mechanical churning rumbled forth from Tasque as her body began to quiver. She smiled down at Ralsei though her complexion twitched, glitching out a little as those moans and groans escaped her. \n\nInstinctively, she bucked her hips forwards though Ralsei was more than capable of accommodating such penetration. He could feel the woman press deeper and deeper, soon tickling at the very back of his throat with her penetration.\n\n``You are rather good at this,'' Tasque whispered. ``Though I suppose Susie gives you ample practice, doesn't she?''\n\nShe lifted her hand and snapped her fingers together, causing the toy in Ralsei rump to vibrate once more.\n\nRalsei paused his tempo, going stiff as the vibrations ebbed through him. He moaned at the sensation before promptly groaning as the toy caused his anatomy to stiffen. His poor cock strained against the metal, pressing right against the bars that surrounded him. He could feel his anatomy leak as a bead of his own pearly white pre oozed forth, staining the inside of his skirt.\n\nHe quickly overcame the shock of this pleasure and closed his eyes, focusing on the task between his lips. Deeper and deeper, faster and faster, he pushed himself, gliding along Tasque's shaft with a reliable rhythm. Her body responded by dispensing more of that delicious fruity pre, her lubricant helping him venture deeper and deeper with every stride.\n\n``That feels divine, little prince,'' Tasque groaned. ``H-harder, please.''\n\nHer hips continued to buck away, almost seeming to do so instinctively at this point, plapping away at a shallow depth. Her artificial brow knitted and that staticky purr grew louder and louder, getting increasingly distorted. A chaotic jumble of sounds escaped her speaker and her grip tensed, really digging into Ralsei's white fur.\n\nRalsei beamed at this praise, channeling it into his own performance. He bobbed faster still, really pressing forwards and only stopping as the tip of Tasque's cock tickled at the very back of his throat. Even a slut of his calibre had their limits as a wet gurgle soon rumbled forth.\n\nTasque scoffed. ``Come now, little prince, surely you can do better than that.'' She smiled down at him. ``Can't you?''\n\nHowever, she rewarded him regardless, lifting her hand and motioning with her fingers as if she were adjusting something on an invisible tablet. And while Ralsei couldn't see what was on said tablet, he soon felt it as the vibrator in his rump emboldened and grew increasingly forceful. It had grown to such a din that he could hear the sound of it shaking, rumbling away against his sensitive flesh. \n\nHonestly, nothing had ever felt this divine.\n\nRalsei had to pause, taking a moment to collect himself with Tasque's dick still inside of his mouth. It was so hard to think straight, so hard to do anything while his cock ached and prostate twitched with excited glee.\n\nYet, he pushed himself, wrapping his lips so tightly around Tasque's flesh. He slurped and moaned, gurgled and groaned, putting the entirety of himself into this performance. Hell, he even pushed her girth against the edge of his throat, once more, forcefully prodding at that nefarious little spot which had just deterred him.\n\nThough as he gagged once more, Tasque utilized her leverage and held him in place. She denied him the ability to retreat, keeping herself lodged inside of his throat.\n\n``I won't be pleased with such a subpar performance, dear,'' Tasque teased, tapping a single finger rhythmically against the back of his head. ``I expect you to be far more experienced than just that.''\n\nRalsei whimpered and tried to draw back but the leverage was just too much to overcome. He gurgled and gagged so pathetically, letting out wretched little sounds in response. He lifted his hands and thought about pushing back but managed to stop himself, instead balling his hands into fists.\n\nHe could do this... he could handle this.\n\nTasque scoffed and eased him forwards, pushing against this invisible little obstacle. She at least took her time, pressing ahead inch by slow inch, keeping her progress steady the entire time.\n\nRalsei could feel the cock push down his throat and his gags refused to wane. He wretched and groaned, sputtered against the obstruction. His stomach churned but he was a good boy, trusting Tasque, knowing that she wouldn't hurt him.\n\n``Good toy,'' Tasque murmured.\n\nFinally, just as it seemed that he was going to break, she pulled back, abruptly yanking herself free from his maw.\n\nRalsei gasped for breath, coughing and rasping. A string of depraved fluids connected him to her erection, strands of saliva mixed with her fruity pre. Some of them broke and fell away, landing upon his chin and the outfit below.\n\nTasque chuckled and wrapped a hand around her impressive erection, giving it a few teasing little strokes. It was clear that she was showing off the full length of it to Ralsei. Surely, this was the biggest model she had brought along with her yet. Her hand slowly glided all the way from the base and towards the tip where she collected the various fluids upon her fingers before offering them to the boy.\n\n``Lick it off,'' she instructed.\n\nRalsei didn't dare decline as he leaned forwards and took her fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them. The combination of fluids tasted utterly depraved and he loved every drop, moaning as he did his job. Once he was finished, both fingers were utterly spotless, practically glimmering in the chamber's light.\n\n``Thank you, Miss Tasque,'' he whispered, blushing as he heard the slight rasp in his voice.\n\n``As much as I'd love the opportunity to shoot my load down your throat, I think I have another hole that I'd prefer to use instead,'' Tasque said, snapping her fingers together.\n\nThe toy immediately ceased with its vibrations, being reduced to a mere lifeless plug. Ralsei couldn't help but whine, rocking his hips against the ground and struggling against the confines of his prison. What he wouldn't give for even a moment of freedom from this cage.\n\nTasque hummed and looked around the space, spotting the bed which was tucked away in the corner. She motioned towards it before reaching down and wiggling out her pants completely.\n\nRalsei took the hint and made his way over, swaying his hips as he did so. As he walked, he looked under the hem of his skirt, seeing his poor little cock still locked away. Though he promptly blushed as he realized just how much pre he had already leaked, utterly coating the material in his arousal. Not only that but he'd also left a very generous wet spot upon the inside of his skirt.\n\n``Are you going to let me out of my cage?'' he asked, plopping down upon the edge of his bed.\n\nTasque was now out of her pants, making her way towards the kitchen island instead.\n\n``Possibly,'' she teased, rubbing at her chin. ``You were pretty well behaved but also...'' She sighed as she looked down at his crotch, pursing her lips together. ``Your cock really does look so much cuter when it's all locked up like that.''\n\n``Tasque,'' Ralsei whined. ``You're being unfair.''\n\nTasque snorted. ``Am I now?''\n\nShe grabbed the little key that lingered upon the countertop, looking at it first before glancing towards Ralsei. That little piece of brass, that's all that stood between him and sweet relief. And she had the gall to dance it between her knuckles as if it were a mere coin, moving it from one finger to next, over and over again.\n\n``On the other hand, you are pretty cute when you cum,'' Tasque commented, weighing the options.\n\nShe started to move towards the bed, doing so at a tantalizing pace. This was a hunter, a predator, someone programmed with that feline instinct to play with its prey. And Ralsei suddenly felt like a mouse, being toyed with before this woman went in for the kill.\n\nTasque used her other hand to stroke at her shaft, fluffing it. ``On the other hand, you are also incredibly cute when you are left all needy and at my mercy.'' She sighed. ``I really do like it when you whine and beg and I feel like I'd be doing myself a disservice by not denying you an orgasm.''\n\nRalsei whined.\n\nThough Tasque only beamed at this, shivering. ``See! There's that pathetic little noise that I like. Isn't it so divine to listen to?''\n\n``Tasque!'' Ralsei yelped. ``I'm ordering you to let me out.''\n\n``Ordering?'' Tasque asked, cocking a brow.\n\n``I mean...'' Ralsei whimpered and looked off to the side. ``I...''\n\n``It seems like someone is forgetting their place,'' Tasque commented. She finally made it over to the edge of the bed as she plopped down within a spot directly next to Ralsei. ``Honestly, that little outburst might actually cost you relief, little prince. It was...'' There was a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. ``Most unbecoming.''\n\nShe reached over and placed a hand upon his shoulder, pushing him back upon his bed. \n\nRalsei obeyed and laid on his back, looking off to the side. He whimpered as he rocked his hips, dry humping the very air itself. He was so needy, feeling his poor anatomy really straining against its prison, so desperate for release.\n\nAnd the witch didn't help him in the slightest as she reached out and lifted up the hem of his skirt, exposing the little cage that his poor cock was confined in.\n\nShe mimicked the sound of clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth, scoffing. ``That looks rather uncomfortable.''\n\n``Please,'' Ralsei whimpered, pleading. ``I'll...''\n\n``We'll be taking this at my pace, dear,'' Tasque dictated, lifting her chin as she looked down at him. She seemed coy and cocky, like she knew exactly how much power she held in this little exchange. ``I will not be swayed by you whimpering like a struck dog, thank you very much.''\n\nShe touched her hand to his cage, grinding her palm against it. The flesh of it felt so smooth and soft, yet strangely foreign, being made of some sort of artificial material. Though it still felt warm, comforting, making the torment even worse as Ralsei's body responded so positively to this sickly-sweet treatment.\n\nHer other hand reached down and grasped the base of his plug, tugging upon it and causing the thickest part to start stretching his adorable little hole. It wasn't impossible to contend with but it still made him furrow his brow, whimpering as he felt how much he'd already taken. Thankfully, she didn't tease him for long as she quickly pulled it out, causing it to slip free with a nice satisfying pop.\n\nThis left his hole gaping, exposed, open for the cool air of the room and Tasque's unwavering gaze. His insides were exposed, if only briefly, and that made him flush with an overwhelming sense of embarrassment.\n\n``You really do look so cute while you're gaping,'' she commented.\n\nRalsei's complexion burned even brighter as he looked off the side, not trusting his composure to get even a single word out at this point.\n\n``Does me commenting on how cute your gape looks make you feel embarrassed?'' Tasque asked, smirking as she purred with incredibly catty glee. ``Because I have some very bad news for you, little prince...'' She stroked at her shaft. ``I'm far bigger than some little toy. So, you better get used to the sensation of gaping around me.''\n\nIt was the waiting that was the worst, the torment of his thoughts being more effective than any teasing or prodding that this woman could possibly deliver. Hell, he hardly needed a dominant when his own mind could relay a dozen submissive fantasies to him, filling his grey matter with the intense sensation that he was meant to serve in this moment.\n\nTasque sighed and held up the key. ``I suppose it would be rude of me to only let one of us get off this afternoon.''\n\nShe proved merciful, if only a little, bringing the key down to the cage. Ever so carefully she slipped it into the little hole and soon the locking mechanism disengaged, popping the device open. As she drew it away, a web of perverse pre connected Ralsei's erection with the warm steel, forming so many different webs of raw and relentless depravity.\n\nHis cock sprung forth with some vigour, standing tall and proud in the middle of the air. It twitched, so eager and pent up, just begging for use.\n\nTasque touched a single finger to the tip and toyed with it, circling her digit around the head. This was the only teasing she allowed herself as she soon got up and loomed over top of the little goat boy, leering down at him.\n\n``Enough of that,'' she declared. ``I think it's about time that I bred you like the little bitch that you are. Wouldn't you agree?''\n\nRalsei smiled nervously and lifted his hips, trying his best to give her better access to his hole. \n\nThis seemed to be a welcomed offer as Tasque lifted up his hips, bringing his pucker level with her erection. She prodded at it, pressing her tip against his rump and toying with him. Thankfully, it seemed that she had produced more of her natural lubricant, coating the tip of her pride in a solid sheen of the stuff.\n\nIt helped greatly as she eased herself forwards, parting his rump and pressing inside, doing so one slow inch at a time. Like she promised, the increased girth was more than noticeable, causing him to shiver and quake.\n\nHe gasped, letting his pleasure be known. His cock twitched, once more, spilling another ration of rich pre upon the hem of his lacey black skirt.\n\n``Does it feel okay?'' Tasque asked.\n\nRalsei nodded quickly, not trusting his capacity for words at this very moment. He dug his hands into his quilt, holding onto it for dear life.\n\nTasque bucked forwards then drew back, slowly working her way inside. This was a battle fought in terms of meagre inches, done slowly and with labour. Though with each successive inch, the game became a little easier as Ralsei's body started to concede, adapting to the raw size of this woman.\n\n``F-fuck, you're big,'' Ralsei whispered.\n\nTasque snorted. ``I decided to install an upgrade when I found out that our little prince was such a size queen.'' She reached forth and cupped his chin, grinning at him. ``Though I'm sure that this is nothing compared to your usual Mistress.''\n\n``F-forgot,'' Ralsei began, moaning into the back of his hand. ``Forgot you could do that.''\n\n``Like any computer, it's easy enough to swap out my parts for upgrades,'' Tasque teased, winking at him.\n\nShe bucked forwards a little more forcefully, managing to wedge herself inside, nice and deep. This sudden penetration caused Ralsei to gasp, rocking his hips forward in some desperate effort to fuck the very atmosphere itself.\n\nTasque purred and reached out, taking his cock within her hand and giving it a teasing little stroke. Her thumb rolled around the tip, stroking at the sensitive little head which poked forth from the foreskin which tightly hugged it.\n\nRalsei shivered and bucked his cock into her hand, pounding away at her soft palm. He could feel a familiar smoulder take root within his belly. It was so purposeful, raging with each successive motion of his hips.\n\n``Fuck,'' he whispered.\n\nAt this point, Tasque was carefully thrusting away at his backside, pumping into it again and again. Her hips were frenzied, her pace getting more forceful as she worked herself further and further with each successive motion. It wasn't long before the bulk of her girth was wedged deep inside of him.\n\n``Just a little more,'' she cooed.\n\nRalsei nodded and closed his eyes.\n\nAnd just like that, Tasque slammed forwards with a deep grunt, clapping her hips forcefully against his hindquarters.\n\nRalsei gasped and jerked forwards as he suddenly felt the entire thing inside of himself. It ached, in a good way, stimulating his inner walls and toying with that familiar little bundle of nerves which lingered deep inside.\n\n``Holy shit,'' Tasque whispered, chuckling to herself. ``Hey! Check this out.''\n\nRalsei opened his eyes and looked down, his gaze promptly growing wide. There was a distinct bulge within his belly, a little mound where her cock was currently nestled.\n\n``How?'' he asked.\n\nTasque shrugged. ``Fat cock, you're rail thin, and we've probably got more than a little darkner magic between us.''\n\n``Holy shit,'' Ralsei whispered, unable to help himself from touching it. ``That's...'' He shook his head. ``Holy shit.''\n\nTasque lingered inside for a few additional moments, continuing to stroke at his erection instead. Though once she had adjusted to this new depth, she started to draw back, removing her hand from his erection and instead planting both hands upon his rump.\n\nShe plapped away at his backside with renewed strength, no longer showing any reservation or restraint to her tempo. Instead, she pounded away with some fire and fury, huffing under her breath as she did so.\n\nRalsei cursed under his breath, moaning and groaning like a whore in heat. He could feel his cock bounce, slapping against his belly with every single thrust. The tip was so sticky, causing all sorts of perverse fluids to drip upon his coat.\n\nHis pleasure was growing in tandem with Tasque's, rapidly approaching that fateful little crescendo. He gritted his teeth and tried to deny himself, wanting to prolong his pleasure for as long as humanly possible. Still, this was a rather difficult thing to achieve, considering that the fire in his belly threatened to consume him utterly at this point.\n\n``Fuck, fuck, fuck,'' he cursed under his breath.\n\nTasque purred as she bore down upon him, growing even harsher with her strides. She pounded away swiftly, breeding him like the good little toy that he was. A bead of sweat lingered heavy upon her brow and her robotic breathing sounded oddly raspy, desperate, like she had just finished with a sprint.\n\n``Such a good toy,'' Tasque purred. ``Taking his Mistress' cock like that.''\n\nRalsei whined, no longer having the strength to even speak. His vocabulary was little more than primitive moans mingled with the occasional stray curse word which was carried forth upon his breath.\n\n``Do you like it when Mommy uses you?'' Tasque asked.\n\nRalsei nodded quickly.\n\n``Do you want to cum?'' Tasque then added, slowing her pace in order to give him even the slimmest moment to recover. ``Your body seems to want it.''\n\nRalsei whimpered. ``Y-yes, Mistress.''\n\n``Then cum for me,'' Tasque growled.\n\nHer break came to an abrupt end as she hammered away with that same fire and fury as before, breeding him without even an ounce of restraint. She pounded into his backdoor with no hinderance, not so much as a wink of caution, plapping away again and again.\n\nThe crude sounds of slurping soon joined in, sounding wet and visceral. They came together with the moans, groans, and panting breaths of exertion, creating a perverse symphony that was supported by the constant drumbeat of flesh coming firmly together with flesh. Their hips clapped against one another again and again, growing wetter and wetter with each successive stride.\n\nRalsei honestly tried to starve off the inevitable, he really did. Though it was such a forlorn cause when it came to being paired with a woman of Tasque's unique calibre. As such, it only took a few more thrusts before he spilled over the edge, crying out with a fresh finality.\n\nHis cock twitched and a solid strand of his white spunk erupted high into the air. It arched over the hem of his skirt and then landed upon his chest. Another weaker spurt followed and one after that, each adding another little dash of white to accent his outfit.\n\nHis rump clenched tightly around Tasque and her pace quickly ground to a halt. Her own brow furrowed and she quickly pulled back, yanking herself free with an audible squelch of fluids. She grasped her cock and quickly stroked herself, taking only a few moments to hit that final high as she cried out with a shrill mechanical glee, her voice pixelating and fragmenting around the edges.\n\nSuddenly she went bolt still, her eyes shifting to loading circles. It was jarring to witness but Ralsei had experienced this before. The ancient sound of a printer churned as a piece of paper started to emerge from the tip of her dick. It took a few long moments before it finally stopped, offering several inches of text for him to read.\n\nRalsei glanced at it, trying to parse what any of it said.\n\nSystem.out.println(``it's a boy!'')\n\nHe wasn't able to pick up on much more than that as Tasque stirred and looked down at her dick, tearing the piece of paper off. She hummed and gave it a quick read before smiling at Ralsei.\n\n``Aww, he would've had your eyes,'' she purred.\n\nRalsei shuddered. ``I don't think I like that you have this feature.''\n\n``Green eyes, average build, oh shit...'' Tasque continued to read before looking down at Ralsei, nodding to him. ``He would've been a doctor too.''\n\n``Okay, okay, please stop reading,'' Ralsei groaned.\n\nTasque rolled her eyes and crumpled up the strip of paper, tossing it into the trash.\n\nShe instead settled down upon the bed next to Ralsei. There was a contented little smile upon her lips as she rolled over and turned to face him, reaching out and touching a hand to his complexion.\n\nRalsei purred at the affection, closing his eyes and leaning into it. His entire body ached, but in a good way, telling him that he'd done his job well. His essence felt emptied, his pent-up frustration expelled upon a few white lines that now dotted his clothing.\n\n``That was nice,'' Ralsei whispered.\n\nTasque purred. ``I'm happy to be of service. Not every day that I get to plow someone like yourself but it's always nice to bully a twink who deserves it.''\n\n``Twink?'' Ralsei asked, lifting a brow. ``I'm...''\n\n``Totally a twink?'' Tasque asked, smirking back at him. ``What's your BMI by the way?''\n\n``Unimportant,'' Ralsei grumbled.\n\nTasque snickered and rested her head upon one of the pillows. She moved her other hand down and touched a finger to the tip of her rapidly wilting cock. Before it faded completely, she collected a ration of the various fluids that lingered upon it and brought it towards her face, sampling the alluring little combination.\n\n``Gross,'' Ralsei groaned. ``That was in my butt.''\n\nTasque rolled her eyes. ``All I sense is strawberry lube.'' She hummed, smacking her non-existent lips together. ``Though I'll freely admit that it isn't the most... pleasant smell in the world.''\n\n``Can I ask a question that's kind of out of left field?'' Ralsei asked.\n\nTasque sighed. ``Before you do, please understand that I haven't downloaded the Japanese language into my system as of yet.''\n\nRalsei paused, lifting a brow as he looked her in the eye. That was honestly the only response that he could possibly think to provide at this point.\n\nTasque glanced at him and pursed her lips together. ``This wasn't about my dick, was it?''\n\n``It was not,'' Ralsei replied. ``I was going to ask if you had a favourite kind of tea.'' He glanced behind himself and tilted his snout towards the kitchen nook. ``I was going to make myself a cup, once my legs started working again, and wanted to know if you'd like one too.''\n\n``Oh uh...'' Tasque chuckled nervously. ``I guess I like the smell of a nice chai? But it's not like I can really drink it though.''\n\n``Because you don't have a mouth?'' Ralsei asked, looking away from her.\n\nTasque nodded, doing the same.\n\nThe two of them lingered in silence for a moment, the pause being so pregnant that it felt like it was about in its third trimester.\n\nFinally, Ralsei opened his mouth. ``How many people ask about your...''\n\n``Too many,'' Tasque quickly cut in, sighing. It seemed that she had aged a decade at that question. ``Far too many, little prince.''\n\nSuddenly an alarm went off and Ralsei looked towards it, his eyes growing wide as he realized something truly terrifying. \n\n``Shit,'' he grumbled, getting to his feet. He swayed back and forth a couple of times before falling back upon his ass. It would seem that his legs were not to be entirely trusted at this point. ``I forgot that I had another meeting with Queen.''\n\nTasque smirked. ``Do you need help?''\n\nRalsei nodded. ``Just until I can walk again.'' He groaned, resting a hand upon the small of his back. ``Which might be a little while.''\n\n[hr]\n\nRalsei limped into the meeting room, seeing that Queen was already seated at the table. She was joined by Roulx, Swatch, and a couple other neatly dressed darkners.\n\nHe knew that the eyes of the creatures present were upon him and the fact that he required Tasque's support to even keep himself upright at this point. His face burned bright red as he grasped at straws, trying to figure out the best way to lie about his precarious circumstances.\n\nAt least everyone looked concerned, save for Queen who had a knowing little smile present upon her robotic lips.\n\n``Sorry, everyone, took a bit of a nasty fall on the way here,'' Ralsei quickly said, flashing a strained smile.\n\nQueen's grin only grew a little more mischievous in response. ``Is that so?''\n\n``Yeah, it was only a couple of steps,'' Ralsei said, trying to keep his smile steady as Tasque moved him towards a chair. ``But it was enough to sprain my ankle. Thankfully, Tasque Manager was nearby and was more than willing to lend me a helping hand.''\n\nTasque waved at the assembled darkners. ``Very lucky.''\n\n``So lucky,'' Queen replied, tenting her fingers together. ``Speaking of Tasque...'' She looked at her and hummed. ``Omega Lambda Alpha Four Six Eight Three Two Five.''\n\nTasque suddenly went rigid, nearly causing Ralsei to fall due to a lack of support. Thankfully, he managed to cling onto her for stability, staying upright.\n\n``What actually happened to our dearest prince?'' Queen asked.\n\nTasque snorted. ``Oh, I absolutely destroyed this twink. We're talking properly skewered here.''\n\nRalsei closed his eyes, burying his face into Tasque's side as he let out a tired groan. ``Really Queen?''\n\nEveryone looked at him with dumbstruck horror. Hell, Swatch even dropped his teacup, causing it to shatter into a million pieces.\n\nWell... everyone save for Queen who continued to grin with even more of her dastardly glee. ``Anyways, I believe we have some zoning bylaws to discuss. That is unless our dearest Prince needs some time to help get his internal organs into their proper locations?''\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Ralsei stood upon his balcony, overlooking Castle Town below. There were so many different darkners scurrying about, heading from one task and to the other with surprising efficiency. He'd never seen the town this thriving before, spotting at least a dozen different structure starting to go up all at once.

Though unlike the other buildings in town, these towers were tall and made of metal, looking like futuristic fingers grasping for the sky above. These were the first roots of Cyber City reestablishing itself as something new.

Honestly, it was nice to see, doing his heart wonders to witness growth and rebirth at such a level.

On the other hand.

Ralsei sighed. ``Another fight?''

``Yes Ralsei, dearest,'' Queen said, shaking her head. ``It would seem that some of the werewires had an itsy-bitsy little tiff with a couple of those card folk. Nothing major, I can assure you, but it might be good to address things before it happens again, you know?''

Why hadn't anyone warned him that it'd be so hard to ensure that everyone got along.

``I'll host a meeting tomorrow,'' Ralsei grumbled, tenting his brow between his forefinger and thumb. ``How did you handle stuff like this back in Cyber City?''

``With an iron fist,'' Queen replied, pursing her lips together. ``If you'd like, I could probably...''

``No no,'' Ralsei quickly interjected, waving her off. ``I'll think of an alternative conflict resolution strategy, thank you. The last thing I need is to make people worry about us heading back towards dictatorship. These... these darkners just need a little time together. Everything is still new and it?s only natural that there's a little friction between them.''

``If you'd like, I could probably whip the werewires into shape,'' Tasque Manager purred.

Ralsei looked over and saw the other machine leaning against the railings as well. She had shed her usual attire for something a bit more casual with a pair of jeans and buttoned up blouse upon her frame. The pixels of her mouth moved, shifting from a frown and into a catty little smile as she looked at him.

``If that was okay with you, of course,'' Tasque offered.

Ralsei sighed. ``Yet again, I'd like to avoid using violence as a means of resolving conflict. I don't want these darkners to associate me with their old regime.'' He looked at Queen and sheepishly grinned. ``No offense.''

``I'm a computer, Ralsei,'' Queen teased. ``It isn't in my code to take things personally.'' She then frowned. ``Though I am deeply hurt that you think so little of my prior governance.''

``Oh, sure they didn't code you to take things personally but they made sure that you could still feel hurt about it,'' Ralsei chided, rolling his eyes.

Queen smirked. ``Of course, they needed to give me enough sentience to ensure that I could pass a Turing Test with flying colours. The first AI they programmed didn't do that and well... we won't talk about how Lord Skynet ran Cyber City before myself.''

``Fuck that guy,'' Tasque grumbled.

Queen nodded. ``Fuck him, indeed.'' She pushed away from the railing and made her way towards the sliding doors. ``Anyways, was there anything else that you needed me for, Ralsei?''

Ralsei shook his head. ``I think I'm good.''

``Fantastic, then I'm going to attend to the various construction projects that require my attention,'' Queen declared, slipping through the doors though poking her head out. ``I'll be sure to be at this afternoon's meeting on time. So, you kids have fun without me in the meantime.'' She then waved at them. ``Toodles!''

She finally closed the door behind herself, leaving Ralsei alone with Tasque Manager.

``You seem... stressed,'' Tasque offered.

Ralsei sighed. ``That obvious?''

``Yep,'' Tasque replied, offering that ever-present catty smile upon her pixelated lips. It almost seemed like this was her baseline smoulder. ``Your pulse is ten beats quicker than your usual resting rate, your blood pressure is unusually high, and your body temperature is...''

Ralsei lifted a hand, getting her to stop. ``I just... I'm not especially happy with how hard it's been to try and get the darkners of the Card Kingdom and Cyber City to get along. I knew there was going to be some friction, I just... I didn't think there would be actual fights breaking out.''

``Would you like some help dealing with the stress?'' Tasque asked. ``I might not be able to offer a diplomatic solution but I could still provide you with some relief.''

Ralsei bit his lip. ``I should probably focus on my work.''

``Should you?'' Tasque replied, coming up alongside him and placing a hand upon his shoulder. ``I know you are busy but is there really anything you can do until you host that meeting this afternoon? Why not... let me take care of you for a little bit and help take your mind off things?'' She scoffed. ``Or would you rather experience burnout first and then give me the satisfaction of an `I told you so' in the near future?''

Ralsei looked at her, feeling a little red enter his cheeks. He was about to decline, really, he was. Yet there was something stopping him from doing so.

Maybe Tasque was right... he wasn't helping anyone by pushing himself like this.

``Come on, little prince,'' Tasque teased, coming up behind him. ``You're no good to anyone like this.'' She leaned closer, bringing her speakers right next to his ear as she spoke with a staticky purr. It was like listening to an old radio. ``Why not let Mommy take care of you for a bit.''

Ralsei shivered. ``On the balcony?''

He could feel Tasque bear down upon him from behind, pressing her larger body against his own. Her hips were about even with his back as she grinded against the small of it, giving him a chance to really appreciate the full size of the appendage that lingered within.

``Did you get an upgrade recently?'' Ralsei asked, feeling a fresh dose of red flood into his cheeks.

Tasque chuckled. ``Yeah.''

``We should...'' Ralsei bit his lip and glanced back, nodding towards the balcony doors. ``Probably get away from any prying eyes.''

``What's the matter, little prince,'' Tasque teased. ``Don't want your entire Kingdom to know how big of a slut you are? Personally, I think your people should know about that.''

Ralsei whimpered. ``Tasque.''

Thankfully Tasque relented as she drew away from Ralsei and moved towards the doors of the balcony instead. There was a little more sway to her step as she walked, putting one leg purposefully in front of the other as she made her way towards them.

Ralsei couldn't help but stare at her rear though his eyes widened as she turned to face him, giving him a good view of the generous cock that now lingered below the belt.

How could she possibly have hidden something like this? It was... it was mammoth!

``You seem distracted,'' Tasque chided, planting a hand purposefully upon her hip as she snapped it to the side. This only caused the contents of her pants to visibly shift as well.

Ralsei drew in a breath, swallowing the lump lodged in his throat. ``I'm okay.''

Tasque snickered and turned around as she stepped inside. ``Come now, little prince, let me help take your mind off things.''

The last of Ralsei's inhibitions melted away, bleeding into the background noise of this encounter. He stepped forward like a man possessed, unable to deny himself as he retreated into his chamber.

``So, what do you have planned?'' he asked.

Tasque hummed as she made her way over to a lounging chair, plopping down within it. She tapped a single finger purposely against her chin, pondering this question for a good long while. Importantly, however, she did not cross her legs, always ensuring that her bulge was a factor. Maybe not quite an elephant in the room but it still dominated the atmosphere, being front and centre.

In the end, she snapped her fingers together. ``This place is a mess.''

Ralsei cocked a brow and looked around. It was as prim and proper as always with a clean kitchen nook, a well-made bed, and a living space that looked well taken care of. Really the only mess was at his workstation where a dozen different documents laid scattered about, each in a partial state of being addressed.

``Is it?'' he asked.

Tasque rolled her eyes. ``Go with the bit, dear.''

``Of course... of course.'' Ralsei smirked at her, rolling his eyes. ``I'm sorry that I live in such a state.''

``Now if only there was someone who could help you show a little focus and ensure that you properly take care of this absolute stye,'' Tasque bemoaned, holding the back of her hand to her forehead. ``Alas, I don't know if such a figure exists.''

Ralsei smirked. ``You're really invested in this, huh?''

``You need to help me sell this scene, dear,'' Tasque Manager stated, winking at him. ``I assure you, it's vital to setting the proper mood.''

Ralsei snorted and walked over to his closet, opening it and looking around inside. The majority of his wardrobe was made up of a series of matching mint green gowns which were paired with matching floppy hats of the same colour. Still there were a few other outfits present which bucked this trend and offered an alternative sense of fashion. Some were genuine outfits though there were a fair few which would only feel at home amongst some kinkier venues.

One such outfit was a black maid outfit which just happened to be tailored exactly to someone of his petite dimensions. It was well put together, made of a fine lace that was expertly woven together into a frilly design.

He grabbed it and held it up, flashing a coy little smile as he turned in Tasque's direction with it. ``I'm also going to guess that you want me to wear something like this while I take care of it? Would that be a correct assumption to make?''

``Oh, what a fantastic idea,'' Tasque said, grinning as she got up and made her way towards the kitchen. ``That will really help you stay focused. Though...''

``No underpants?'' Ralsei teased.

Tasque smirked and winked at him. ``And the cage.''

``Oh, I can't believe that I was about to be so foolish. How could I possibly forget about the cage?'' Ralsei chided, turning back towards the closet and grabbing a little box from inside. The metallic contents of it jostled around as he moved. ``How... troublesome of me.''

``But I think that all of that would be some very appropriate cleaning attire,'' Tasque stated, leaning against the kitchen island and resting her chin within her hands. There was a mischievous, maybe even catty, look lingering within those smouldering predatory eyes. ``Personally, I think you'd look very nice in that outfit.''

Ralsei nodded and moved towards a full-length mirror in his bedchamber, looking at himself in it. He could see Tasque in his reflection, lingering in the peripheral, her unwavering gaze remaining upon him. She didn't blink, not even once, those LCD eyes unmoving as they took him in.

He closed his own eyes and started to murmur under his breath, chanting a few words in a language that was nearly dead. And as he spoke, there was a static quality to the very air around him, his magic engulfing him utterly in a tingling shroud.

The sensation of mana shifting lasted for a few seconds and then was gone, erupting in a pop like a balloon being burst around him.

Tasque whistled. ``That is always such a nifty little party trick to witness.''

Ralsei opened his eyes and smiled at his reflection. ``Were you impressed?''

Tasque nodded, purring at the sight.

Ralsei looked at his new outfit, feeling a little bit of heat start to creep into his complexion.

His new outfit conformed to his body nicely, the black lace material covering his torso and midsection before ending in a skirt that was far too short to wear in public, lingering well above his thigh. There was also a matching little hat which rested upon his head, fitting snugly between his horns. The last piece of the outfit was a pair of knee-high white socks with heeled shoes resting upon his hooves, adding a little extra height to his stature. Though not nearly enough to come even close to being as tall as Tasque.

His lips were a little redder than usual and there was some extra blush upon his complexion, just enough to really enhance his already adorable disposition. And as he did a little twirl, the hem of his skirt lifted and revealed that he wore absolutely nothing underneath. Well, nothing except for a steel cage which utterly constrained his cute little cock.

``I think your talents are wasted on merely being a Prince,'' Tasque teased. ``You honestly thrive in these outfits.''

Ralsei grinned, rubbing at his arm. ``It does feel nice.'' He perked up and smirked at her, batting his lashes. ``Are you offering to take the job from me?''

Tasque's eyes widened and she frantically waved her hands, chuckling nervously as she did so. ``No, no, fuck no. You could not pay me enough money to be a daycare attendant for all of these disorderly darkners. Do you want my hair to fall out?''

``Err...'' Ralsei looked at her metallic, hairless scalp. ``I got some bad news for you, Tasque.''

``It's a figure of speech,'' Tasque stated.

She pushed away from her perch and made her way over, still swaying those heavy hips as she did so. Maybe it was Ralsei's imagination or a trick of the light but he swore that the bulge in the crotch of her pants had somehow gotten even larger, swaying heavily with every step she took.

``You're missing one last piece to your uniform,'' Tasque teased, purring as she spoke.

She brushed past him and headed towards the closet, peering inside with a familiar intimacy. Her attention went towards the top shelf where she grabbed a jewelry box, pulling it out and closing the door behind herself.

The box was a little ornate, decorated with glittering stones and being made of a finest felt. Tasque opened it and there was only a single object inside. It was a solid purple collar with a single metallic ring upon the front of it.

``I hope your owner doesn't mind me borrowing this,'' Tasque said.

Ralsei bit his lip. ``I don't think she'd mind.''

Tasque placed the box upon a nearby table, approaching Ralsei with the collar. She carefully coiled the material around his throat before affixing the latch in the very back. Her actions were practiced, purposeful, experienced in this art as she ensured that it was just tight enough to be noticeable but not inhibit her darling ward's ability to breathe.

She even tested it by wedging a pair of fingers between Ralsei's throat and the firm leather of the collar, ensuring that there was adequate room to spare.

Once satisfied with the results, she withdrew her hand and took a step back, appraising him yet again. Her gaze was hungry, catty, and just brimming with predatory glee. There was a thin smile upon her lips, just wide enough to reveal one of her pointed teeth upon the LCD display.

``Hands upon your hips,'' Tasque dictated.

Ralsei obeyed, planting his hands upon his hips and standing a little more rigid than before. The heels weren't painful but they were definitely a little steeper than he was used to, ensuring that even this simple gesture was done a little unsteady.

``Now I am a woman with exacting standards,'' Tasque stated, clicking her non-existent tongue against the roof of her equally non-existent mouth. ``And I won't be kind if my orders are not followed, do you understand me?''

Ralsei swallowed a lump in his throat but nodded. ``Yes, Miss Tasque.''

Tasque started to circle around him, taking him in from every angle imaginable. Her gaze was hot, noticeable, and heavy as it lingered upon his form. Even as she dipped out of sight, he knew exactly where her attention lingered.

Once she was behind him, she hummed to herself, hawing as if determining a math problem or logic puzzle.

``Bow for me at the hips,'' she finally ordered.

Ralsei obeyed, bending at the waist and dipping his torso towards the ground. He could feel his skirt hike upwards, exposing his bare rump to her. Her gaze lingered there for a good long moment.

The sensation of eyes upon such intimate places started to have an effect upon him. He groaned as his cock hardened, just a little, straining against the unforgiving material of his chastity.

``Your uniform seems to be in order,'' Tasque said, purring as she placed a hand upon his bare rump. ``Though maybe we should discuss your lack of plug.''

Ralsei whimpered. ``My what?''

``Yes, there's been a small change in the official uniform,'' Tasque stated, drawing back before swatting at his rump with her hand. It landed with a small thwack, more of a reminder than anything approaching an actual punishment. ``I require that all of my maids wear a plug while in my service.''

``I'm sorry,'' Ralsei quickly said. ``I had no idea that there was a change in your required uniform. I promise that...''

Tasque swatted his hindquarters again, a little harder this time. The blow landed with an actual clap, sounding harsh and driving a little bit of warmth into his flesh. Though it wasn't too sharp, not yet anyways. It merely acted as a warning of what would be to come if he continued to disappoint her.

She moved over to the closet and looked inside, reaching for the top shelf and once more grabbing another box from within. As she came back over, she opened it and grabbed a moderately-sized plug. A plug which just happened to have a vibrator built into it.

Once more, she took up position behind him, resting one hand upon the small of his back, just above his tail. The plug was in this hand, the silicon base resting against the fabric of his garb.

Tasque pressed forward with her other hand, pressing two fingers against his pucker. Thankfully, it seemed that she had enough TP saved up as a lube spell materialized upon these fingers, ensuring that they slipped inside effortlessly. She moved forwards slowly until she was in all the way to the knuckles.

Ralsei cooed, shivering as Tasque slowly moved these digits around inside of him. Her actions were purposeful, managing to quickly find his prostate and toy with all the fun little nerves.

He gasped as she prodded against these, pushing firming against them and gently massaging into them. The sensation tingled, sending a shiver coursing through him and nearly making his legs buckle under the strain.

``Fuck,'' he breathed.

Tasque chuckled. ``You are just so much fun to play with.'' She sighed. ``The swatchlings are always so hesitant when it comes to letting me put my fingers in such places.'' She scoffed. ``Between you and me, I think they're just worried about me getting up to mischief while three fingers deep.''

Ralsei could feel himself harden, a little more, really struggling against the confines of the metal. Yet, all he could do was grit his teeth and shuffle uncomfortable, being very firmly reminded about how unforgiving this little cage was.

Thankfully, Tasque had her fill of toying with him, drawing her fingers back and instead reaching down with the plug. It slipped inside, nearly as effortlessly as the fingers. It was one of his smaller models, meant for day-to-day affairs such as these.

Not that he ever used it for such affairs before... no certainly not... not in a million years.

Once it was in place, Tasque pulled back and took a step away from him. ``Stand up straight if you would.''

Ralsei did as he was told, feeling that plug wedged deep inside. He shivered with ecstasy, wondering how he'd be able to get anything done like this.

``You seem a little distracted,'' Tasque teased, coming up in front of him. ``Is something the matter, maid?''

Ralsei drew in a breath, trying to settle himself. Though it was so hard to think straight while feeling this stuffed. ``N-no!'' He blushed at the way his voice cracked. ``I am... I'm just getting used to how this new uniform feels is all.''

``Just be glad I haven't introduced the spider gag yet,'' Tasque said, grinning. ``Then you'd really be in trouble.''

``Spider gag?'' Ralsei asked, whimpering.

Tasque ignored him. Instead, she smirked and held up her fingers, purposefully showing them off before she loudly snapped them together. The noise echoed throughout the chamber but was soon dwarfed by the sound of Ralsei yelping and then moaning with intensity.

That dastardly plug had started to vibrate at a moderate din, enough to stimulate him and cause his legs to wobble, already straining against the heels that he wore. He whimpered and looked at Tasque, knowing that he must've been one hell of a sight to behold.

``I so do love being Bluetooth compatible,'' Tasque teased.

This is when Ralsei noticed that there was a new blue indicator upon her face visor, small and off the side. It was just like the indicator which he had once seen upon Susie's phone when she connected it to this very same plug.

Thankfully, Tasque showed a little mercy as she snapped her fingers again. This turned off the toy, stopping Ralsei from falling onto his face. She instead made her way over to the kitchen and plopped down upon a stool that sat next to the island. Her gaze was always upon him, unwavering, coy, and filled with an amused mirth.

Ralsei knew this was his cue to get to work as he reached for the duster that hung upon his belt. He moved over to his bookshelf, the one piece of furniture in this room that actually needed cleaning. There were a few volumes there and each of them was in desperate need of his attention, the tops covered in a thin layer of grey dust.

He grabbed one of these books and took it out, dusting the top of it before taking care of the spot left behind. Then he moved onto the next book and the one after that, cleaning them one after another in turn.

Tasque didn't toy with him, not yet anyways. Instead, she merely watched, humming and hawing just audibly enough to be heard. Still, just as Ralsei neared the end of the first shelf, she snapped her fingers together again. This caused the toy to immediately kick into gear, a little harder than before.

Ralsei yelped and dropped the feather duster, causing it to bounce upon the floor. He didn't trust his footing in order to bend over and pick it up. Instead, he braced a hand upon the bookshelf, causing it to jostle at the impact.

``Fuck,'' he whispered.

Tasque chuckled. ``By the divine algorithm, you sure are jumpy, little prince. Is everything okay?''

Ralsei whined and clutched at the hem of his skirt, digging his fingers into the material. It was so hard to think straight with that vibrator rumbling away, ceaseless stimulating him and refusing to let up in the slightest.

``I can't work like this,'' he finally whined.

Tasque chuckled and stood up, making her way over. ``I mean if you can't work then what good are you, dear?''

She was now beside him as she bent down herself and picked up the little feather duster, offering it to him.

Ralsei looked at it for a good long moment before he took it, trying to push himself up. He wobbled upon unsteady feet and tried to concentrate through the ceaseless rumble of the vibrator. To his credit, he managed to finish with the shelf, removing the last few volumes and dusting them off, one after another in quick succession.

Though there was little hope that he could push himself any further than that.

``Miss Tasque,'' Ralsei whined.

Tasque sighed and once more mimicked the sound of a tongue clicking loudly against the roof of a mouth. ``I suppose I can find an alternative job for you if dusting is proving too cumbersome.''

She was now leaning against the wall, resting one hand upon the belt that held up her jeans. Her other hand sat motionless in the air, two fingers resting against one another, just shy of snapping together and likely saving him from this torment.

``W-what kind of job?'' Ralsei asked.

``I mean if you can't work in a traditional sense then I'm sure there is something more valuable that I could do with your mouth,'' Tasque teased, tracing the hand that rested upon her belt downwards and circling a single finger around the bulky bulge nestled inside the denim. ``I'm sure that a smart boy such as yourself can figure out what I'm saying.''

Ralsei nodded. ``Of course, M-mistress.''

This seemed to placate Tasque as she snapped her fingers together, causing the vibrator to cease, returning to its resting position inside of him. Ralsei let out a sigh of relief and pushed himself away from the shelf before making his way over to Tasque.

He honoured his end of the bargain as he sank to his knees before her, looking up at her obediently. Even while standing, she was so much taller than him. Yet, on his knees, he could barely even reach her crotch.

He leaned forwards and pressed his cheek against the bulge, nuzzling into it. His gaze went upwards, looking her in the eye and trying to offer his best set of puppy dog eyes imaginable.

This apparently pleased Tasque who smiled down at him. ``Who's a good boy?''

``M-me?'' Ralsei asked.

Tasque nodded and patted the top of his head. ``The best.''

Ralsei beamed at the compliment.

He reached up and seized her belt, fiddling with it in order to pop it open. He started to ease it out of place, pulling it out wrung by wrung until it lingered entirely within his hand. At which point he tossed it aside and instead got to work on dealing with her fly.

It wasn't the easiest thing in the world to contend with. Thankfully Tasque showed him a little mercy. She reached down and fiddled with her fly, popping it open and unzipping it herself. Her hips then shimmied from side to side as her pants slipped lower and lower with each passing motion.

There wasn't a single piece of fabric underneath, no underpants or anything. So, as her pants started to drop, her cock became increasingly exposed, revealing itself one slow inch at a time. She seemed to be hard as the smooth silicon-like material was struggling to break free. It was thicker than the plug and definitely longer, being comparable to some of Ralsei's more sizeable toys. The flesh looked biomechanical, being a bright neon blue in colour.

And finally, just as her pants settled into a spot part way down her thighs, the organ broke free. It sprung forwards with surprising force, causing Ralsei to yelp and dip back in order to avoid getting clubbed across the face by it.

Tasque's erection hung heavy in the air, being close to about a forearm in terms of both length and girth. The tip glistened with some sort of pearly lubricant as a bead of it came oozing forth. It dripped from the tip and fell through the air before landing loudly upon the floor.

``Holy shit,'' Ralsei whispered, knowing that his eyes were wide with shock,

``Well, what are you waiting for,'' Tasque teased, reaching forwards and placing a hand within his hair, right between his horns. ``My servos aren't going to service themselves, dear.''

Ralsei nodded and leaned a little higher. He reached out and grasped her erection, guiding it towards his lips as he took the tip between them.

Her flesh tasted strange, artificial, made of foreign materials that felt like they belonged on a sex toy and not an actual organ. There was no sweat, no hormones, just this slightly fruity taste, like the flavoured lubes that Susie would sometimes bring with her.

He circled his tongue around the tip as he started to bob along. His motions were initially halting, his tempo shallow. This was the exploratory phase, the warm-up, a chance to get acquainted with a machine of Tasque's unique calibre.

For her part, Tasque didn't seem impatient, merely smiling at the display. She rubbed at his hair, petting him like he was a wayward pup. He appreciated the affection, paying it back by going a little deeper and circling his tongue a little more forcefully than before.

A thin mechanical churning rumbled forth from Tasque as her body began to quiver. She smiled down at Ralsei though her complexion twitched, glitching out a little as those moans and groans escaped her.

Instinctively, she bucked her hips forwards though Ralsei was more than capable of accommodating such penetration. He could feel the woman press deeper and deeper, soon tickling at the very back of his throat with her penetration.

``You are rather good at this,'' Tasque whispered. ``Though I suppose Susie gives you ample practice, doesn't she?''

She lifted her hand and snapped her fingers together, causing the toy in Ralsei rump to vibrate once more.

Ralsei paused his tempo, going stiff as the vibrations ebbed through him. He moaned at the sensation before promptly groaning as the toy caused his anatomy to stiffen. His poor cock strained against the metal, pressing right against the bars that surrounded him. He could feel his anatomy leak as a bead of his own pearly white pre oozed forth, staining the inside of his skirt.

He quickly overcame the shock of this pleasure and closed his eyes, focusing on the task between his lips. Deeper and deeper, faster and faster, he pushed himself, gliding along Tasque's shaft with a reliable rhythm. Her body responded by dispensing more of that delicious fruity pre, her lubricant helping him venture deeper and deeper with every stride.

``That feels divine, little prince,'' Tasque groaned. ``H-harder, please.''

Her hips continued to buck away, almost seeming to do so instinctively at this point, plapping away at a shallow depth. Her artificial brow knitted and that staticky purr grew louder and louder, getting increasingly distorted. A chaotic jumble of sounds escaped her speaker and her grip tensed, really digging into Ralsei's white fur.

Ralsei beamed at this praise, channeling it into his own performance. He bobbed faster still, really pressing forwards and only stopping as the tip of Tasque's cock tickled at the very back of his throat. Even a slut of his calibre had their limits as a wet gurgle soon rumbled forth.

Tasque scoffed. ``Come now, little prince, surely you can do better than that.'' She smiled down at him. ``Can't you?''

However, she rewarded him regardless, lifting her hand and motioning with her fingers as if she were adjusting something on an invisible tablet. And while Ralsei couldn't see what was on said tablet, he soon felt it as the vibrator in his rump emboldened and grew increasingly forceful. It had grown to such a din that he could hear the sound of it shaking, rumbling away against his sensitive flesh.

Honestly, nothing had ever felt this divine.

Ralsei had to pause, taking a moment to collect himself with Tasque's dick still inside of his mouth. It was so hard to think straight, so hard to do anything while his cock ached and prostate twitched with excited glee.

Yet, he pushed himself, wrapping his lips so tightly around Tasque's flesh. He slurped and moaned, gurgled and groaned, putting the entirety of himself into this performance. Hell, he even pushed her girth against the edge of his throat, once more, forcefully prodding at that nefarious little spot which had just deterred him.

Though as he gagged once more, Tasque utilized her leverage and held him in place. She denied him the ability to retreat, keeping herself lodged inside of his throat.

``I won't be pleased with such a subpar performance, dear,'' Tasque teased, tapping a single finger rhythmically against the back of his head. ``I expect you to be far more experienced than just that.''

Ralsei whimpered and tried to draw back but the leverage was just too much to overcome. He gurgled and gagged so pathetically, letting out wretched little sounds in response. He lifted his hands and thought about pushing back but managed to stop himself, instead balling his hands into fists.

He could do this... he could handle this.

Tasque scoffed and eased him forwards, pushing against this invisible little obstacle. She at least took her time, pressing ahead inch by slow inch, keeping her progress steady the entire time.

Ralsei could feel the cock push down his throat and his gags refused to wane. He wretched and groaned, sputtered against the obstruction. His stomach churned but he was a good boy, trusting Tasque, knowing that she wouldn't hurt him.

``Good toy,'' Tasque murmured.

Finally, just as it seemed that he was going to break, she pulled back, abruptly yanking herself free from his maw.

Ralsei gasped for breath, coughing and rasping. A string of depraved fluids connected him to her erection, strands of saliva mixed with her fruity pre. Some of them broke and fell away, landing upon his chin and the outfit below.

Tasque chuckled and wrapped a hand around her impressive erection, giving it a few teasing little strokes. It was clear that she was showing off the full length of it to Ralsei. Surely, this was the biggest model she had brought along with her yet. Her hand slowly glided all the way from the base and towards the tip where she collected the various fluids upon her fingers before offering them to the boy.

``Lick it off,'' she instructed.

Ralsei didn't dare decline as he leaned forwards and took her fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them. The combination of fluids tasted utterly depraved and he loved every drop, moaning as he did his job. Once he was finished, both fingers were utterly spotless, practically glimmering in the chamber's light.

``Thank you, Miss Tasque,'' he whispered, blushing as he heard the slight rasp in his voice.

``As much as I'd love the opportunity to shoot my load down your throat, I think I have another hole that I'd prefer to use instead,'' Tasque said, snapping her fingers together.

The toy immediately ceased with its vibrations, being reduced to a mere lifeless plug. Ralsei couldn't help but whine, rocking his hips against the ground and struggling against the confines of his prison. What he wouldn't give for even a moment of freedom from this cage.

Tasque hummed and looked around the space, spotting the bed which was tucked away in the corner. She motioned towards it before reaching down and wiggling out her pants completely.

Ralsei took the hint and made his way over, swaying his hips as he did so. As he walked, he looked under the hem of his skirt, seeing his poor little cock still locked away. Though he promptly blushed as he realized just how much pre he had already leaked, utterly coating the material in his arousal. Not only that but he'd also left a very generous wet spot upon the inside of his skirt.

``Are you going to let me out of my cage?'' he asked, plopping down upon the edge of his bed.

Tasque was now out of her pants, making her way towards the kitchen island instead.

``Possibly,'' she teased, rubbing at her chin. ``You were pretty well behaved but also...'' She sighed as she looked down at his crotch, pursing her lips together. ``Your cock really does look so much cuter when it's all locked up like that.''

``Tasque,'' Ralsei whined. ``You're being unfair.''

Tasque snorted. ``Am I now?''

She grabbed the little key that lingered upon the countertop, looking at it first before glancing towards Ralsei. That little piece of brass, that's all that stood between him and sweet relief. And she had the gall to dance it between her knuckles as if it were a mere coin, moving it from one finger to next, over and over again.

``On the other hand, you are pretty cute when you cum,'' Tasque commented, weighing the options.

She started to move towards the bed, doing so at a tantalizing pace. This was a hunter, a predator, someone programmed with that feline instinct to play with its prey. And Ralsei suddenly felt like a mouse, being toyed with before this woman went in for the kill.

Tasque used her other hand to stroke at her shaft, fluffing it. ``On the other hand, you are also incredibly cute when you are left all needy and at my mercy.'' She sighed. ``I really do like it when you whine and beg and I feel like I'd be doing myself a disservice by not denying you an orgasm.''

Ralsei whined.

Though Tasque only beamed at this, shivering. ``See! There's that pathetic little noise that I like. Isn't it so divine to listen to?''

``Tasque!'' Ralsei yelped. ``I'm ordering you to let me out.''

``Ordering?'' Tasque asked, cocking a brow.

``I mean...'' Ralsei whimpered and looked off to the side. ``I...''

``It seems like someone is forgetting their place,'' Tasque commented. She finally made it over to the edge of the bed as she plopped down within a spot directly next to Ralsei. ``Honestly, that little outburst might actually cost you relief, little prince. It was...'' There was a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. ``Most unbecoming.''

She reached over and placed a hand upon his shoulder, pushing him back upon his bed.

Ralsei obeyed and laid on his back, looking off to the side. He whimpered as he rocked his hips, dry humping the very air itself. He was so needy, feeling his poor anatomy really straining against its prison, so desperate for release.

And the witch didn't help him in the slightest as she reached out and lifted up the hem of his skirt, exposing the little cage that his poor cock was confined in.

She mimicked the sound of clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth, scoffing. ``That looks rather uncomfortable.''

``Please,'' Ralsei whimpered, pleading. ``I'll...''

``We'll be taking this at my pace, dear,'' Tasque dictated, lifting her chin as she looked down at him. She seemed coy and cocky, like she knew exactly how much power she held in this little exchange. ``I will not be swayed by you whimpering like a struck dog, thank you very much.''

She touched her hand to his cage, grinding her palm against it. The flesh of it felt so smooth and soft, yet strangely foreign, being made of some sort of artificial material. Though it still felt warm, comforting, making the torment even worse as Ralsei's body responded so positively to this sickly-sweet treatment.

Her other hand reached down and grasped the base of his plug, tugging upon it and causing the thickest part to start stretching his adorable little hole. It wasn't impossible to contend with but it still made him furrow his brow, whimpering as he felt how much he'd already taken. Thankfully, she didn't tease him for long as she quickly pulled it out, causing it to slip free with a nice satisfying pop.

This left his hole gaping, exposed, open for the cool air of the room and Tasque's unwavering gaze. His insides were exposed, if only briefly, and that made him flush with an overwhelming sense of embarrassment.

``You really do look so cute while you're gaping,'' she commented.

Ralsei's complexion burned even brighter as he looked off the side, not trusting his composure to get even a single word out at this point.

``Does me commenting on how cute your gape looks make you feel embarrassed?'' Tasque asked, smirking as she purred with incredibly catty glee. ``Because I have some very bad news for you, little prince...'' She stroked at her shaft. ``I'm far bigger than some little toy. So, you better get used to the sensation of gaping around me.''

It was the waiting that was the worst, the torment of his thoughts being more effective than any teasing or prodding that this woman could possibly deliver. Hell, he hardly needed a dominant when his own mind could relay a dozen submissive fantasies to him, filling his grey matter with the intense sensation that he was meant to serve in this moment.

Tasque sighed and held up the key. ``I suppose it would be rude of me to only let one of us get off this afternoon.''

She proved merciful, if only a little, bringing the key down to the cage. Ever so carefully she slipped it into the little hole and soon the locking mechanism disengaged, popping the device open. As she drew it away, a web of perverse pre connected Ralsei's erection with the warm steel, forming so many different webs of raw and relentless depravity.

His cock sprung forth with some vigour, standing tall and proud in the middle of the air. It twitched, so eager and pent up, just begging for use.

Tasque touched a single finger to the tip and toyed with it, circling her digit around the head. This was the only teasing she allowed herself as she soon got up and loomed over top of the little goat boy, leering down at him.

``Enough of that,'' she declared. ``I think it's about time that I bred you like the little bitch that you are. Wouldn't you agree?''

Ralsei smiled nervously and lifted his hips, trying his best to give her better access to his hole.

This seemed to be a welcomed offer as Tasque lifted up his hips, bringing his pucker level with her erection. She prodded at it, pressing her tip against his rump and toying with him. Thankfully, it seemed that she had produced more of her natural lubricant, coating the tip of her pride in a solid sheen of the stuff.

It helped greatly as she eased herself forwards, parting his rump and pressing inside, doing so one slow inch at a time. Like she promised, the increased girth was more than noticeable, causing him to shiver and quake.

He gasped, letting his pleasure be known. His cock twitched, once more, spilling another ration of rich pre upon the hem of his lacey black skirt.

``Does it feel okay?'' Tasque asked.

Ralsei nodded quickly, not trusting his capacity for words at this very moment. He dug his hands into his quilt, holding onto it for dear life.

Tasque bucked forwards then drew back, slowly working her way inside. This was a battle fought in terms of meagre inches, done slowly and with labour. Though with each successive inch, the game became a little easier as Ralsei's body started to concede, adapting to the raw size of this woman.

``F-fuck, you're big,'' Ralsei whispered.

Tasque snorted. ``I decided to install an upgrade when I found out that our little prince was such a size queen.'' She reached forth and cupped his chin, grinning at him. ``Though I'm sure that this is nothing compared to your usual Mistress.''

``F-forgot,'' Ralsei began, moaning into the back of his hand. ``Forgot you could do that.''

``Like any computer, it's easy enough to swap out my parts for upgrades,'' Tasque teased, winking at him.

She bucked forwards a little more forcefully, managing to wedge herself inside, nice and deep. This sudden penetration caused Ralsei to gasp, rocking his hips forward in some desperate effort to fuck the very atmosphere itself.

Tasque purred and reached out, taking his cock within her hand and giving it a teasing little stroke. Her thumb rolled around the tip, stroking at the sensitive little head which poked forth from the foreskin which tightly hugged it.

Ralsei shivered and bucked his cock into her hand, pounding away at her soft palm. He could feel a familiar smoulder take root within his belly. It was so purposeful, raging with each successive motion of his hips.

``Fuck,'' he whispered.

At this point, Tasque was carefully thrusting away at his backside, pumping into it again and again. Her hips were frenzied, her pace getting more forceful as she worked herself further and further with each successive motion. It wasn't long before the bulk of her girth was wedged deep inside of him.

``Just a little more,'' she cooed.

Ralsei nodded and closed his eyes.

And just like that, Tasque slammed forwards with a deep grunt, clapping her hips forcefully against his hindquarters.

Ralsei gasped and jerked forwards as he suddenly felt the entire thing inside of himself. It ached, in a good way, stimulating his inner walls and toying with that familiar little bundle of nerves which lingered deep inside.

``Holy shit,'' Tasque whispered, chuckling to herself. ``Hey! Check this out.''

Ralsei opened his eyes and looked down, his gaze promptly growing wide. There was a distinct bulge within his belly, a little mound where her cock was currently nestled.

``How?'' he asked.

Tasque shrugged. ``Fat cock, you're rail thin, and we've probably got more than a little darkner magic between us.''

``Holy shit,'' Ralsei whispered, unable to help himself from touching it. ``That's...'' He shook his head. ``Holy shit.''

Tasque lingered inside for a few additional moments, continuing to stroke at his erection instead. Though once she had adjusted to this new depth, she started to draw back, removing her hand from his erection and instead planting both hands upon his rump.

She plapped away at his backside with renewed strength, no longer showing any reservation or restraint to her tempo. Instead, she pounded away with some fire and fury, huffing under her breath as she did so.

Ralsei cursed under his breath, moaning and groaning like a whore in heat. He could feel his cock bounce, slapping against his belly with every single thrust. The tip was so sticky, causing all sorts of perverse fluids to drip upon his coat.

His pleasure was growing in tandem with Tasque's, rapidly approaching that fateful little crescendo. He gritted his teeth and tried to deny himself, wanting to prolong his pleasure for as long as humanly possible. Still, this was a rather difficult thing to achieve, considering that the fire in his belly threatened to consume him utterly at this point.

``Fuck, fuck, fuck,'' he cursed under his breath.

Tasque purred as she bore down upon him, growing even harsher with her strides. She pounded away swiftly, breeding him like the good little toy that he was. A bead of sweat lingered heavy upon her brow and her robotic breathing sounded oddly raspy, desperate, like she had just finished with a sprint.

``Such a good toy,'' Tasque purred. ``Taking his Mistress' cock like that.''

Ralsei whined, no longer having the strength to even speak. His vocabulary was little more than primitive moans mingled with the occasional stray curse word which was carried forth upon his breath.

``Do you like it when Mommy uses you?'' Tasque asked.

Ralsei nodded quickly.

``Do you want to cum?'' Tasque then added, slowing her pace in order to give him even the slimmest moment to recover. ``Your body seems to want it.''

Ralsei whimpered. ``Y-yes, Mistress.''

``Then cum for me,'' Tasque growled.

Her break came to an abrupt end as she hammered away with that same fire and fury as before, breeding him without even an ounce of restraint. She pounded into his backdoor with no hinderance, not so much as a wink of caution, plapping away again and again.

The crude sounds of slurping soon joined in, sounding wet and visceral. They came together with the moans, groans, and panting breaths of exertion, creating a perverse symphony that was supported by the constant drumbeat of flesh coming firmly together with flesh. Their hips clapped against one another again and again, growing wetter and wetter with each successive stride.

Ralsei honestly tried to starve off the inevitable, he really did. Though it was such a forlorn cause when it came to being paired with a woman of Tasque's unique calibre. As such, it only took a few more thrusts before he spilled over the edge, crying out with a fresh finality.

His cock twitched and a solid strand of his white spunk erupted high into the air. It arched over the hem of his skirt and then landed upon his chest. Another weaker spurt followed and one after that, each adding another little dash of white to accent his outfit.

His rump clenched tightly around Tasque and her pace quickly ground to a halt. Her own brow furrowed and she quickly pulled back, yanking herself free with an audible squelch of fluids. She grasped her cock and quickly stroked herself, taking only a few moments to hit that final high as she cried out with a shrill mechanical glee, her voice pixelating and fragmenting around the edges.

Suddenly she went bolt still, her eyes shifting to loading circles. It was jarring to witness but Ralsei had experienced this before. The ancient sound of a printer churned as a piece of paper started to emerge from the tip of her dick. It took a few long moments before it finally stopped, offering several inches of text for him to read.

Ralsei glanced at it, trying to parse what any of it said.

System.out.println(``it's a boy!'')

He wasn't able to pick up on much more than that as Tasque stirred and looked down at her dick, tearing the piece of paper off. She hummed and gave it a quick read before smiling at Ralsei.

``Aww, he would've had your eyes,'' she purred.

Ralsei shuddered. ``I don't think I like that you have this feature.''

``Green eyes, average build, oh shit...'' Tasque continued to read before looking down at Ralsei, nodding to him. ``He would've been a doctor too.''

``Okay, okay, please stop reading,'' Ralsei groaned.

Tasque rolled her eyes and crumpled up the strip of paper, tossing it into the trash.

She instead settled down upon the bed next to Ralsei. There was a contented little smile upon her lips as she rolled over and turned to face him, reaching out and touching a hand to his complexion.

Ralsei purred at the affection, closing his eyes and leaning into it. His entire body ached, but in a good way, telling him that he'd done his job well. His essence felt emptied, his pent-up frustration expelled upon a few white lines that now dotted his clothing.

``That was nice,'' Ralsei whispered.

Tasque purred. ``I'm happy to be of service. Not every day that I get to plow someone like yourself but it's always nice to bully a twink who deserves it.''

``Twink?'' Ralsei asked, lifting a brow. ``I'm...''

``Totally a twink?'' Tasque asked, smirking back at him. ``What's your BMI by the way?''

``Unimportant,'' Ralsei grumbled.

Tasque snickered and rested her head upon one of the pillows. She moved her other hand down and touched a finger to the tip of her rapidly wilting cock. Before it faded completely, she collected a ration of the various fluids that lingered upon it and brought it towards her face, sampling the alluring little combination.

``Gross,'' Ralsei groaned. ``That was in my butt.''

Tasque rolled her eyes. ``All I sense is strawberry lube.'' She hummed, smacking her non-existent lips together. ``Though I'll freely admit that it isn't the most... pleasant smell in the world.''

``Can I ask a question that's kind of out of left field?'' Ralsei asked.

Tasque sighed. ``Before you do, please understand that I haven't downloaded the Japanese language into my system as of yet.''

Ralsei paused, lifting a brow as he looked her in the eye. That was honestly the only response that he could possibly think to provide at this point.

Tasque glanced at him and pursed her lips together. ``This wasn't about my dick, was it?''

``It was not,'' Ralsei replied. ``I was going to ask if you had a favourite kind of tea.'' He glanced behind himself and tilted his snout towards the kitchen nook. ``I was going to make myself a cup, once my legs started working again, and wanted to know if you'd like one too.''

``Oh uh...'' Tasque chuckled nervously. ``I guess I like the smell of a nice chai? But it's not like I can really drink it though.''

``Because you don't have a mouth?'' Ralsei asked, looking away from her.

Tasque nodded, doing the same.

The two of them lingered in silence for a moment, the pause being so pregnant that it felt like it was about in its third trimester.

Finally, Ralsei opened his mouth. ``How many people ask about your...''

``Too many,'' Tasque quickly cut in, sighing. It seemed that she had aged a decade at that question. ``Far too many, little prince.''

Suddenly an alarm went off and Ralsei looked towards it, his eyes growing wide as he realized something truly terrifying.

``Shit,'' he grumbled, getting to his feet. He swayed back and forth a couple of times before falling back upon his ass. It would seem that his legs were not to be entirely trusted at this point. ``I forgot that I had another meeting with Queen.''

Tasque smirked. ``Do you need help?''

Ralsei nodded. ``Just until I can walk again.'' He groaned, resting a hand upon the small of his back. ``Which might be a little while.''

[hr]

Ralsei limped into the meeting room, seeing that Queen was already seated at the table. She was joined by Roulx, Swatch, and a couple other neatly dressed darkners.

He knew that the eyes of the creatures present were upon him and the fact that he required Tasque's support to even keep himself upright at this point. His face burned bright red as he grasped at straws, trying to figure out the best way to lie about his precarious circumstances.

At least everyone looked concerned, save for Queen who had a knowing little smile present upon her robotic lips.

``Sorry, everyone, took a bit of a nasty fall on the way here,'' Ralsei quickly said, flashing a strained smile.

Queen's grin only grew a little more mischievous in response. ``Is that so?''

``Yeah, it was only a couple of steps,'' Ralsei said, trying to keep his smile steady as Tasque moved him towards a chair. ``But it was enough to sprain my ankle. Thankfully, Tasque Manager was nearby and was more than willing to lend me a helping hand.''

Tasque waved at the assembled darkners. ``Very lucky.''

``So lucky,'' Queen replied, tenting her fingers together. ``Speaking of Tasque...'' She looked at her and hummed. ``Omega Lambda Alpha Four Six Eight Three Two Five.''

Tasque suddenly went rigid, nearly causing Ralsei to fall due to a lack of support. Thankfully, he managed to cling onto her for stability, staying upright.

``What actually happened to our dearest prince?'' Queen asked.

Tasque snorted. ``Oh, I absolutely destroyed this twink. We're talking properly skewered here.''

Ralsei closed his eyes, burying his face into Tasque's side as he let out a tired groan. ``Really Queen?''

Everyone looked at him with dumbstruck horror. Hell, Swatch even dropped his teacup, causing it to shatter into a million pieces.

Well... everyone save for Queen who continued to grin with even more of her dastardly glee. ``Anyways, I believe we have some zoning bylaws to discuss. That is unless our dearest Prince needs some time to help get his internal organs into their proper locations?''

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