The Mystery Box
Commission for Talmak (FA)
It was a busy day for Talmak, one that made him wonder how he could attract that much business in the first place. He was a humble mechanic, one amongst the multitude; it was strange that there was a sudden boom of interest toward his practice and skills, after all, when they were ignored for so long.
Perhaps it was his sense of aesthetic and appearances that attracted so many customers; who could resist the appeal of a snowy owl? With his white feathers, covered with discrete dark spots and a physique that attracted the gaze of those that walked the streets, it wasn't a surprise that he could be that successful. Or maybe it was his eyes; shining specks of amber that caught the attention of those stared into them. But to think that it took that long; perhaps it was due to the fact that his competitors advertised negatively of the services he offered.
But it mattered little, for now; he was a successful person and there was nothing that was going to stop him. So many people counted on his skills to make their life better, or at least, a little less complicated, so there was no point for him giving up on this quest, although the pressure was still there...
``Hi, is this Talmak assembly? I am in need of some assistance with a device I received a while ago'' said a voice coming from the door. Although he had other machines to fix, there was no reason for him to ignore a customer in need; he could always delay those that weren't in priority, so he could take his time helping the one that called for his help.
Crossing the atelier, he reached the counter, which served as a greeting post; although it wasn't fancy or impressive, it did the job in an impressive manner, for people kept coming back. Perhaps it was the quality of his services and his charms that pulled them back and not a mere presentation.
Before responding, he took his time to observe who requested his help, to make sure that it wasn't a prank or a tourist asking for direction. Although he wouldn't mind helping a tourist in need, there was the fact that he didn't want to waste time on an issue that could be resolved elsewhere; there were places that could provide superior knowledge than he could offer, but he had to make sure to greet before making up his mind...
Wearing a refined black leather vest on a white long sleeve shirt, a pair of black pants and a top hat with a pair of goggles strapped, the client in question projected a distinguished, yet somehow friendly aura, as if he had no intention to impress people.
Perhaps it was due to his foxish descent, although he couldn't assume such a thing; not all foxes were the same and to assume that he had a plan or some sort of perverted ideas roaming in his mind would belittle him. He had to give him a chance...
``How can I be of service, sir?'' he told his client, trying to see if he was able to see the device in question, but his attempt was thwarted, as all he able to see was a mere box. However, the box was of an impressive size, making him wonder if the machine was in pieces or just hidden in it. Not that he cared about the state of the contraption in question, but he had to know if he had to assemble it or not...
The fox didn't answer his question at first, preferring to drop the crate on the counter before doing so. With the sound it produced, it was easy to determine that whatever was inside would be quite impressive, although there was a chance that it could also just be dense...
``You see, I bought this device not so long ago; I thought it would perform well, but since the day I assembled it, it seems to be... lacking, as if I was unable to do it correctly'' said the fox, as he tapped the box for a moment, as if he was trying to test the resistance of the wood.
Talmak looked at the crate, wondering what sort of machine could be lying inside of it; although he had some apprehension about opening it, it was his duty to do so, for if he wouldn't do it, then who would help those in need, those that sought the services of one that possessed his talent?
``I would look into it; please stop by the shop tomorrow for it to be fixed and working again'' he told the fox, taking the crate, realizing that it was heavier than it looked. Must be containing a lot of pieces; it would be a fascinating challenge to assemble in a record time...
``I know it must sound strange, but I would like to watch, so in the future I would be able to repair the minor damages it would endure'' said the fox, as he followed Talmak, who wasn't sure if he should allow his customer to supervise him. But since there was nothing he could do that would harm him, then why should he stop the vulpine fellow?
Without saying a word, he let the fox follow him into the atelier, curious on why would someone would find some pleasure in watching him work. All tastes are in nature; as long as he doesn't caress himself while he would be performing, then there would no objection to his presence in this once solitary sanctuary...
Grabbing a crowbar, he jammed it into the box, wishing that the box wouldn't oppose too much resistance; he had to put it back inside, after all. The crate, as heavy as it was, was easy to open, for the lid seemed to have been placed in a hurry; perhaps the owner was in a hurry to get here.
Plunging his hands in them, he could feel a cube in it; he wondered if there were other parts in it, but for the moment, that was all he could feel. He hoped that it wouldn't leak oil as he would lift out of the box, for he didn't want to stain his feathers with the grease that could ooze from the defective assembly.
But nothing of the sort happened; the cube was heavy and solid, making him wonder what it was supposed to be in the first place when he placed it on the ground, observing it. He wondered what sort of tool he would need to take it apart, for the problem that the fox mentioned didn't seem to be apparent at all. Perhaps if he asked a few questions, he could find the source of the problem in question and attack the core of the issue.
``How do you activate this machine?'' he asked the fox, wondering if he would receive an answer or not. His client could be clueless about the device, making the task harder than it was supposed to be, although he did mention that it didn't work as well as it was supposed to in the first place.
``Oh, all I know is that pressing the depression on the bottom activates it'' said the fox, as he looked at the owl turning the block, seeking the hole on the seemingly uniform cube of unknown metal. It surprised him that he was able to turn it, for it was a little more than half his size; perhaps he was stronger than he thought, or was it the crate that made it heavier?
Passing a hand on the bottom, he felt the mentioned depression; not waiting for a description of what the device was supposed to do, he plunged a digit in it, feeling something give in under his digit, as if he pressed a switch.
He could hear whirling and pressurizing sound, but nothing seemed to happen; perhaps this was the flaw of the device, for it was trying to be operative but failed in its purpose, as if something was blocking its progression. Looking around, he wondered what sort of tools he could use to crack open the cube, so the mechanism would be exposed to potential tinkering.
Without a warning, the cube opened, as if it only needed time to do such a thing. It was strange to see split open, revealing impressive machinery, but as he looked inside, he realized that it was his curiosity that was his folly.
Before he was able to move, metallic extensions emerging from the cube grabbed his arms; although he was unsure of the reason of such an act, he knew that there was nothing he could do against them, for the grip they exercised was too strong to be battled. He noticed that these extensions were very well modeled, giving him the impression that they were indeed robotic phalluses.
``Don't waste your time fighting it; you will never be able to defeat the machine. Just... submit to its will and desire, for you will soon realize that it will show you a fate that you will soon crave'' said the fox, as he took his time to unbuckle his pants.
Struggling against the machine, Talmak felt his legs being grabbed, as more '' tentacles'' joined the fray, making sure that he wouldn't be able to move at all. Although he knew that there was nothing he could do against the strength displayed against him, he still struggled, determined on freeing himself from the grip of the monstrous machine, for he was unsure if the device was supposed to hold him in place so the fox could take advantage of him, or would it act on its own?
As his legs were being spread against his will, he saw a few more appendages sprung out of the core, as if the cube was a mere reserve for them. He watched as they advanced on him, grabbing on his apron and his pants, as if they wanted to strip him.
Without hesitation, they tore his clothes apart from his body, as his attempt and movements were not enough to stop the cold calculations of the machine that entrapped him. He hoped that it was all that was going to happen, the fox satisfied with the sight of his now nude body.
But he was wrong, as he felt one of the tentacles prod his tailhole; if only he could close his legs, to deny the entry, but there was nothing he could do, as the machine teased his flesh, testing his resistance and other elements.
Closing his eyes, he wondered what was going to happen, for the extension seemed to be more interested in teasing him than doing anything else. But it was still effective, for he could feel his member rise slowly, each poke and intrusion making his flesh crave more of it.
As the device seemed to have made him reach a state that was deemed acceptable, the teasing extension plunged in his rear, making him gasp in the process; although he knew that it would happen, he was still hoping that it would be gentle with him, taking its time before doing such a thing to him...
Perhaps the machine sensed his pain and discomfort, for it stopped, leaving the tentacle deep into his flesh. He waited a moment, to see if it would leave, but it stayed, as if it was scanning his innards, searching for an element that was beyond his comprehension.
When he felt it vibrate, he had to restrain himself so he wouldn't give him the satisfaction of letting the fox hear him moan. He wondered how long he would be able to resist, before the machine would break him...
``Don't resist it; you know you want it, you know you crave. Give in to the urges and let them dominate your mind. Free yourself from the shackles that your conscience placed on your body and enjoy'' said the fox, as he stroked himself, enjoying the show.
As he was about to reply, the machine changed its pattern; still vibrating, it began thrusting into him, nearly exiting him before returning to the warmth of his flesh. He could feel the length fill him with each thrust, as he could observe other tentacles approach him.
Teasing his inner legs for a moment, one moved toward his shaft, wrapping itself around it; the metal was cold and slick around his throbbing member, as he could feel pulsations run along the extension in question.
As he felt the tentacle stroke his member, synchronised with the one thrusting into him, electrical pulses coursed in his member, stunning him for a moment, for it was now testing another feature on the subject it captured, to see if it was effective.
It was strange, but it felt so good; to feel the electricity stun his member, making it pulse, while the machine picked up the pace and accelerated the thrusts. He couldn't resist and starting moaning, much to the pleasure of the fox, who stroked himself harder to the sound his captive was producing.
Dangling in the air for a moment, the last tentacle stood there, idle, before it moved near his tailhole. Looking at it move, he was afraid that it was going to do what he had in mind, but that would be impossible; why would it do such a thing?
As the tentacle inside stopped for a moment, pushing to the side, he felt the other one enter him, forcing the flesh as it took place along the other, adopting the same rhythm as they thrusted together into him.
Not able to hold out anymore, the pleasure overwhelming him, he gave in to it and let his seeds splatter on the floor, uncaring about the fact that the fox was watching him, caressing himself furiously.
It didn't take long for the fox to finish as well, shooting his essence on the immobilized owl, as the machine stopped its movement but didn't retract the tentacles back into the core. Perhaps now the vulpine would press the button back, his pleasure attained?
``It was fun, but I have to leave; don't worry, though. The machine will take care of you. It learns and with time, it will change its routine. Enjoy'' said the fox, as he left Talmak on the floor, trapped in the tentacles, while a whirling sound could be heard...