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Caine had been quite busy lately.
When had he not been?
As much as Kinger worried about possible AI burnout (was that even possible?), Caine wouldn't listen to him. Not only did it go against the purpose for which he was programmed, but he was desperate to find something that absolutely everyone would like.
Caine was stubborn; Kinger knew he wouldn't get very far arguing with him.
They had returned from yet another convoluted adventure, so to speak, and Caine welcomed them with his usual enthusiasm.
And as with every adventure, not everyone seemed very happy.
Oh... Caine would probably spend another whole day and night planning a new adventure that would please them.
Kinger sighed at the sound of his own thoughts.
He waved to Caine and headed for his pillow fort, already anticipating another lonely night.
Not that he cared about loneliness, exactly. He would be in the dark, where her memories would never leave him alone, but Kinger couldn't lie that he missed when he and Caine slept embraced under the fort's pillow ceiling, feeling the faint beams of light that invaded through the cracks lull them through the night. Caine also had a different side; a desire for intimacy and human experiences that made him go against his own code to learn to feel more than he could. Kinger never thought that having sex with a pair of floating dentures would be so mind-blowing, but he kind of lost his mind a little over all those years in the circus, so... why not?
He leaned back against the pillows, lost in thought. The darkness definitely brought the right feeling he needed.
Knock, knock.
Kinger jumped from where he was, his eyes wide. If he still had a conventional human body, he would be on the verge of a heart attack.
He put his hand against his chest and took a deep breath.
“Hello?” He crawled to the door, opening it to peek outside.
“HELLO! My little pile of autumn leaves!”
Ah, that voice.
Caine stood right at his door, keeping his hands behind him as he swung his feet in the air.
“Caine! Hey! What's it?” Kinger asked, unable to hold back the sudden burst of joy in his voice.
“So...” Caine swayed from side to side. In his eyes, you could see huge cartoonish eyelashes. "I'm sorry I haven't been spending as much time with you. I swear I try, but y'know, with all the adventures and NPCs I—"
“It's okay, Caine,” Kinger cut him off, curving his lower eyelids. “I understand.”
Caine looked lost for a moment before quickly regaining his composure.
“A-anyway! I miss you SO much, so I assume you miss me too, and that's why I decided to give you a gift that will always remind you of my presence when I'm not around!”
Absurdly elastic arms came out from behind Caine's back, and something soft was pushed into Kinger's face, causing him to recoil reflexively.
Kinger shook his head and peeked between his eyelids.
In Caine's hands was... another Caine?
No, wait, it was a Caine plush!
Kinger blinked in confusion.
“A little me for you to hug whenever you miss me!” Caine announced excitedly with his squinty eyes, shaking the plush in front of Kinger.
Kinger reached for the plush and grabbed it. His large blue eyes examined it carefully; from the little top hat sewn onto the upper teeth to the cane attached to one of his hands—he was absolutely adorable. A plush that did justice to the cuteness of the energetic ringmaster that Kinger loved so much.
“This... this is amazing, Caine,” Kinger said, his eyes still fixed on the plush.
“I know!” Caine laughed. “It's a super, hyper, mega soft, cuddly plush, made to be 57 times more huggable than a normal plush!”
“Fifty-seven?”
“Exactly!” Caine clapped his hands together and batted his eyelashes. “He looooooves hugs, so make sure to hug him a lot!” He lay back in the air with a wide smile and eyes filled with something more that Kinger couldn't quite recognize, as his own eyes were unable to look away from the plush in his hands.
Hugs, huh?
Kinger peeked at Caine over the plush and smiled with his eyes.
“It's great! Thank you so much, Caine, he'll be well taken care of,” he said, fluffing the top of the plush.
“Awesome!” Caine spread his legs and arms in the air as he did a little jump. “So excuse me, my dear, I'm going to whip up a fresh new adventure for you guys! And oh boy, this one's going to be a doozy!” He rubbed his hands together in that usual comical way as he shared a little of his thoughts.
“See you later!”
And as quickly as he had appeared, Caine disappeared in a puff of smoke.
Kinger shook his head, smiling to himself as he thought about how Caine's eccentricity always managed to make his day better. He looked at the plush once more and crawled back inside the fort with it, placing it on some comfortable pillows in front of the ones he used to lean against.
Caine talked about hugs, didn't he? Kinger would definitely test that out. He leaned back on some pillows and pulled the plush toward him with his disembodied hands.
It was perfect.
Kinger sighed deeply and pressed the front of the plush against his chest, closing his eyes instinctively as if he were ready to sleep.
It wasn't the same feeling as actually hugging Caine, but it was close enough. The plush was small, which matched how small Caine was compared to him. He wasn't that small, but Kinger loved feeling his short arms and legs wrap around him so tenderly, eager to get more than they could handle. The way Caine squeezed him, needing more contact, was the most adorable thing possible.
And so hot, too.
Kinger opened his eyes, startled by his own intrusive thought. Don't be a pervert about a cute plush, he repeated to himself.
Starting over... Caine was as warm as a hot blanket on a particularly cold winter day. The stuffing in this plush did a good job of mimicking the warmth of Caine against his body. When they hugged each other to sleep, it was always cozy in some way.
He loved feeling Caine hook his legs around his waist and settle down to sleep on his chest, his crotch rubbing against where his would be in the process. It was accidental, but it never failed to make Kinger hot whenever it happened. He desired to guide his hips with his own until a steady rhythm formed and they were both grunting softly amid the sloppy embrace.
Kinger sighed, instinctively moving his hips against the plush.
Oh, heavens, what was he doing?
His eyes met the plush's face, looked into those cross-eyed eyes of his (so innocent), and it made Kinger feel suddenly very embarrassed.
He was definitely horny. Great.
Perhaps he missed Caine more than he thought. Since they had taken a bigger step in their relationship, Kinger found himself more aroused than usual. It had been years since he had felt this stimulation, and when he was finally able to feel it again, it left him somewhat addicted.
Nothing was arousing about a cute plush, though. Nothing.
Kinger returned the plush to the pile of pillows he had designated for it and looked away.
Caine didn't know it, but Kinger remembered a few tricks to use in the circus code without needing his help. He wasn't sure if he had kept it a secret because he wanted to or because he had forgotten to mention it whenever he returned to the light. Either way, he could summon some things the same way Caine could, including making changes to his own avatar. He usually forgot he knew this trick, but when he remembered, it could be quite useful.
This was one of those useful moments.
The wood of Kinger's face heated up, and he brought his hands to where his pelvis would be. He closed his hands over the spot and opened them again immediately, feeling his new change beneath the robe.
He opened his robe just enough for his new cock to slide out.
It was modest. Caine usually gave him genitals of humanly impossible sizes, not to mention that they didn't look much like the real thing. He didn't mind that; Caine's kink for large cocks was definitely satisfying, but for a solo moment, Kinger was content with little. He wrapped his hand around his cock, felt the digital texture of his cartoonish glove against his wood, and stroked it gently. It was kind of ridiculous how it looked, the contrast between his cartoon glove and his wooden penis, which was as realistic as possible for that world. Caine didn't usually give him balls either. Now he had them, and he confirmed that fact by rubbing them with his palm, squeezing them, and applying pressure.
Kinger let out a low sigh as he slowly stroked his cock in a lazy back-and-forth motion. He rested his other hand on the floor and closed his eyes, arching his slender figure over the pillows.
He imagined Caine's hand in place of his own, imagined those huge eyes watching him deep into his soul, counting every little mistake engraved in it, all while that damn talented hand stroked his cock gradually faster. Kinger hissed as if he had lips for it, thrusting his hips forward in search of more friction with his hand.
“Ah, C-Caine...”
His eyes half-opened amid the fog of pleasure that formed around him, and Kinger peered through his eyelids, lost in his own dirty thoughts.
Then Caine's eyes found him.
Not those of the Caine of his fantasies, but those of the Caine plush.
They were the same eyes. The same eyes from his imagination materialized right in front of him on the pile of pillows he had left it on. Because of the darkness, the brief beams of light that covered him made the scene a work of art in real time; a gift offered by the heavens to Kinger, right there, in the middle of his pillow fort.
Kinger's hand stopped moving.
What was that?
Kinger felt short of breath.
He wasn't that much of a pervert, was he?
Any shred of lucidity left in his mind dried up completely when he reached for the plush again and felt its softness around his hand. It was so soft. Certainly no softer than Caine, but since the plush looked so much like Caine, Kinger knew his imagination would do the rest.
It'll be quick, he (falsely) told himself.
He maneuvered the plush so that it rested against his chest with the bottom part over his cock. The contact of the fabric on his sensitive penis made Kinger sigh, and he raised his knees enough to let the plush press between both parts of his body, perfectly sitting on his hard cock. It was as if the plush was ready to ride him, and that almost felt magical. The soft filling at the bottom of the plush made him hotter than he should have been.
Kinger began to slowly move his hips against the plush, using one hand to hold it firmly over the length of his cock. With the other, he slid it under his cock in search of more stimulation. He would bite his lip if he had a mouth, as that would prevent the embarrassingly needy moan that escaped him as he performed these actions.
It was easy to swap the plush's ass for Caine's ass in his imagination; both were soft and slid wonderfully well over his cock. With that in mind, Kinger rubbed his cock against it faster, seeking more of the delicious friction between the soft fabric and himself, which was already pathetically leaking pre-cum from the tip. The soft dragging sound it made every time he pushed against the plush only encouraged him more.
“F[%$!#]... what am I doing?” he whimpered his question to no one, and it wasn't as if he expected an answer either.
More precum leaked from the tip, staining the fur of his robe. He was out of control now; he rubbed the plush sloppily along its entire length, fucking against it in desperation. The plush was moved face down and had its front rubbed against his cock, its open mouth making it look like Caine was constantly trying to take him in—and how he wished that were true. He moaned softly and narrowed his eyes, his vision focused on how the plush's ass swayed toward him.
It was almost as if Caine was begging to be fucked, shaking that little ass he purposely remodeled to be bigger.
Damn. His cock throbbed in agreement with his thoughts, and now he desperately needed to be inside Caine.
Maybe he could...
Kinger stopped abruptly, interrupting his own ecstasy.
He wasn't that desperate, right? Not to the point of creating a hole in the bottom of that plush.
Surely not.
A stronger blush colored the wood of his face.
One of his fingers slid down the center of the plush's rear, tracing where a hole (whatever it was) would be. He wouldn't get any reaction from the inanimate plush, but Kinger knew Caine would be a complete mess at this point—writhing and begging for him. He could almost hear the muffled moans and whimpers against his robe, and it made him want more, much more than he could ever have.
He looked around like a child afraid that an adult would discover the mess they had made, and closed his hand over the spot, opening it to reveal a freshly made hole at the bottom of the plush. It wasn't very deep, and the cotton seemed to struggle to stay separate in that small hole. Perhaps it wasn't deep enough, but he could only know for certain by testing it.
His cock throbbed in anticipation, and he knew from the shame creeping under his wood that there was no turning back. Kinger gasped and turned the Caine plush to face him again. The hole looked inviting when viewed from the front, so Kinger experimentally slid a finger inside, pushing the cotton out of the way.
“Wow, boss, you seem happy despite your adventure being yet another big failure,” Bubble said, hovering over Caine who, unlike previous days, seemed strangely pleased to return to his office after yet another adventure.
At this point, Bubble would expect him to be poring over his many drafts scattered across the desk. The ringmaster's complaints had become a daily occurrence since the recurring failure of his latest adventures, so seeing him so carefree and not crying about not knowing what to do was, at the very least, curious.
Caine tugged at both sides of his bow tie, glancing amusedly at Bubble out of the corner of his eye.
“Why, my dear friend! Today I feel my ideas flowing more than usual!” He waved his fingers in the air in that exaggeratedly theatrical way. “I feel like this next adventure will be my best yet! It will surpass any other creation of mine; it will be a spectacle worthy of tipping your hat to!”
Upon uttering “hat,” Caine removed his top hat in a polite gesture of greeting before returning it to its place.
“I can't wait to see all those radiant faces with their huge, pleading eyes—thirsty for adventure—light up during my announcement tomorrow.”
He rested one side of his dental arch on his fist and let out a dreamy sigh.
Bubble watched him silently. His small eyes, mere dots in his circular, translucent abyss, seemed to search for something around the room, even though they couldn't even move. Just the feeling was unnerving enough to snap Caine out of his reverie with a slight look of concern on his face.
“Uh... what's the matter?”
“Where's that plush of yours? It tasted good!”
“Ah, about the plush—” Caine paused as he registered what Bubble had said, his pupils shrinking. “Wait, you... you licked it? Bubble, I already told you not to do that!”
“It was delicious!” Bubble licked around his own mouth with a loud (and very disgusting) wet noise.
Caine felt electric chills run through his body.
“A-anyway! What was I saying?” Caine shook his head. “Oh, yeah, about the plush!”
A soft blush appeared on his gums.
“I... I gave it to Kinger,” his voice came out low as if sharing a secret, and Caine nudged his index fingers together. “And I'm already feeling the results!”
“Results?” Bubble asked in a curious tone.
“Yes! Let's just say that it's not your average plush. Of course not! After all, it's a me plush, a little version of me,” he began his rambling, twirling a pen between his fingers. “So, because it's a special plush (because it's me!), it would have to be superior to any other, and that's why...”
The suspense in his voice did little to elicit a reaction from Bubble, so Caine continued, “The plush has a special gimmick where every time it's hugged, I feel the hug too!” He raised his arms high and the pen was thrown away.
Bubble's silence made Caine freeze in the same uncomfortable position, waiting for a reaction.
“Like a voodoo doll?”
“It's—” He scratched his lower gum. “Um... not really. It's just for hugs!”
“It's like a voodoo doll.”
“It's not!” His upper teeth curved downward like angry eyebrows. “I just connected the plush to my body because I'm really busy and I wanted us both to not miss each other so much during this time.”
“You're needy.”
“I-I'm not!” Smoke escaped from his top hat and an even stronger blush spread across his gums. "It's a nice thing for both of us. Everyone wins!"
Caine stopped suddenly and looked down, running his hands gently over his own arms.
“It's so... warm. He's hugging me right now, I can feel it!”
He practically hugged himself, curling up in his chair with a satisfied expression on his lack of a face.
“Ahh... I feel so much more motivated! Kinger has the best hugs.”
“Can you do that to the Bubble plush?” The question seemed innocent, but the way Bubble's smile curved mischievously warned otherwise. “Be sure to give it to Kinger too.”
Caine narrowed his eyes, frowning. “No!” He reached out and popped Bubble.
He shouldn't let Bubble get on his nerves.
“Now, on to the adventure,” Caine said to himself and made a new pen appear in his hand, twirling it again between his fingers as he leaned forward in his chair.
The warm feeling around his entire body was simply wonderful. He wished he could be in Kinger's arms forever, listening to his clever ramblings about insects and feeling his larger body protect him like a cocoon. Caine felt like a tiny insect in his arms, and he loved it. He felt so safe. It was absolutely addictive, and Caine knew he lacked the motivation to keep creating new adventures even though it was the only goal he had been programmed for.
Now he had it, and he was going to make the most of it.
Caine began sketching his many ideas on one of the paper sheets on the table. He needed to get organized first if he wanted the execution to be perfect. It had to be perfect. The soft sound of the pen dragging across the paper filled the room, as did the occasional clicks. If there was one thing that motivated him, it was knowing that someone cared enough about him to keep him safe in their arms for so long.
Kinger was that person, and Caine was so grateful for that.
He wrote while swinging his feet under the table absentmindedly, his fist clenched to support one side of his row of teeth.
Suddenly, the warmth shifted, slowly moving down his body. Caine didn't pay much attention to it until he felt himself being pressed, as if he were between two enormous walls with minimal distance between them, and then something hard poked his butt.
Caine gasped reflexively and moved his butt against the chair. He was definitely in a bad position, he had to be.
Things started to get weird when Caine felt the hardness rubbing against him.
He looked down, where there were only his legs. The chair wasn't that hard either, and even if it was, it wasn't like he was rubbing his butt against it. It was weird; a feeling similar to the warm embrace he was feeling.
Stopping to think, Caine was no longer feeling that particular warmth.
Caine blinked his eyes, stunned. If that was Kinger, what exactly was he doing with his plush? His body was entirely molded from hardwood, so maybe the plush was being rubbed against his side or something.
But why?
Lost in his many doubts, Caine jumped in surprise when he felt the rhythm increase, becoming faster in its thrusts against his lower parts. The pen fell from his hand and rolled to the middle of the table. His model didn't have anything down there by default, but still, the way it was rubbing against him made him feel strange.
Caine arched one side of his dental arch in confusion and spread his legs, keeping his eyes curiously on his crotch.
Nothing. Just the incessant rubbing of something hard and the suffocating feeling around him.
He swallowed hard and crossed his legs. If he ignored it, Kinger would soon stop whatever he was doing and go back to hugging him. It sounded like the perfect plan! Caine just needed to focus on his work.
The pen was picked up again and pressed onto the paper, but nothing but dark pressure marks came out of it as Caine tapped the tip repeatedly against the surface of the paper.
Caine's foot spun under the table at a speed similar to that of the thing rubbing against him.
“Dang... I can't concentrate,” he whispered to himself, clenching his teeth and dropping them into his open hands. “What—what is Kinger doing?!”
As soon as he uttered his question with his tone laced with frustration, the feeling stopped. Not the feeling of pressure around him, but definitely the weird thing that was happening in his lower regions. Caine peeked through his teeth and slowly uncrossed his legs again.
“Oh.” Caine raised his head. “I knew it would stop!”
Damn the cartoon logic that made absolutely everything go wrong after something like that was uttered.
Caine's eyes nearly popped out of his mouth when he felt something open up in his lower regions. He reflexively closed his legs, his gums flushing bright red as he recognized that sensation from when he gave himself genitals for certain activities not suitable for all audiences.
“Th-this shouldn't be happening...” He rubbed his thighs, confirming the existence of the slit that had opened between his legs.
His gaze was one of complete bewilderment.
How?
Before he could try to fix it with a snap of his fingers, his body froze completely.
He felt something being pushed inside him.
Part of his tongue popped out of his mouth, and he clenched his fingers on the edge of the table, moving his hips involuntarily.
“H-Holy Gloink, what...”
The phantom sensation began to move, pushing between his inner walls back and forth.
Was this a bug? There was no way a vulva could have appeared between his legs out of absolute nothingness. He took a deep breath without even needing to and arched his back slightly, feeling that short but somewhat thick thing move inside him.
His fingers pressed harder against the edge of the table, and Caine bent over it, trying to keep his legs closed. It was a little difficult when something was touching all his sensitive spots, especially now that he was starting to get wet. The way that thing thrust against him felt like when Kinger fucked him with his fingers, taking him from the circus to The Void in seconds. Caine rolled his hips and moaned as he felt a second thing slide inside him.
Was Kinger doing this? Caine had no idea how that was possible.
Maybe he was really needy and this was a digital hallucination. Either way, the heat that rose through his entire body left him powerless, as did the unstoppable thrusts that robbed him of any chance of concentration he might have had at that moment.
He needed to organize the next adventure—he couldn't be stopped by something so obscene and mysterious.
Caine slid one of his hands down to his crotch and pressed it there, trying to stop the sensation, but nothing happened. He felt himself getting wetter and more open with what felt like fingers moving like scissors inside him. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fist against the table, whimpering softly as he was fucked by forces beyond his knowledge.
Kinger had three fingers buried deep in that plush, and it still didn't seem like enough.
(The hole seemed more spacious, at least.)
He shouldn't be feeling so horny fingering a plush toy, but there he was, his pupils dilated as the hole in the plush embraced his fingers with each thrust, stretching around him.
His fingers finally slid out of the plush, bringing with them some of the cotton that had come loose from inside and a certain shiny fluid. Kinger raised an eyebrow and brought his hand closer to his eyes, taking a closer look at what lightly covered his fingers.
If it was what he was thinking, he had probably accidentally summoned other functions of a pussy.
Kinger sighed and pulled the hole aside with his thumb. It was wet and seemed spacious enough for his cock now—that realization made it throb with need.
The plush's eyes stared back at him, that blue and green mess that Kinger loved to look at so much. He could almost see a hint of need in those eyes, but he shook it off, shaking his head. Mixing his fantasies with an inanimate being was going a bit too far. He might be considered “crazy,” but certainly not that crazy.
He gently grabbed the plush from behind and positioned it over his lap, aligning its soft hole with the tip of his cock.
It'll be like using a pocket pussy, he thought.
As he pushed between the cotton, Kinger felt the wetness of the plush make it easier for him to slide it around his cock. Its thick cotton interior squeezed his cock as if it wanted to milk it, swallowing it in a softness that Kinger had never felt before.
“M-mhm... sh[%$!#]! T-that's good!” Kinger threw his head back against the pillows and rolled his hips forward aggressively, penetrating it all the way to his balls.
Having his entire cock engulfed by the inside of that plush wouldn't make him last long. He let out a broken sigh and looked at the plush—at Caine—noticing the bulky outline of his cock through the fabric covering its chest. Kinger was deep inside it, so deep that it would be impossible to resist the temptation to burst its seams with how hard he was going to fuck it.
“O-oh my stars!” Caine groaned in surprise as he felt something much thicker slide inside him, and he grabbed his crotch under the table tightly, rubbing his thighs.
He was being deflowered and didn't even know how.
As the god of the digital world, he rarely encountered things he couldn't handle. This was one of the rare occasions where things were beyond his control, and he could only describe the feeling as curiously agonizing. He wanted to know the source of it—how could Kinger summon genitals in him?—while at the same time the unknown content attracted him in an almost inappropriate way.
There was no way to know, and it made his pussy throb around what was most likely a penis, even though there was nothing really in there.
He checked and checked again and nothing; just the phantom thrusts pushing deep into his guts as his inner walls desperately tried to tighten around it. Caine was so wet, and his legs were weak from how rough the rhythm was. It moved inside him without pause, allowing Caine no time to process, so he felt himself gradually overheating, the heat suddenly becoming even more unbearable throughout his entire body.
Caine tried to brace himself on the table to lift his torso, but soon collapsed onto it pathetically, crumpling some of the papers on the way. His teeth were flushed bright red, clenched in a state of embarrassment. No one was watching him, but just thinking about how he looked in that state made him want to disappear.
“A-ah! W-what's happening?” Caine's tongue rolled out from between his teeth, and he threw his hips against the chair, wanting to feel more of the phantom thrusts. His knees bumped together, his avatar a trembling myriad of pleasure from mouth to toe, but Caine still couldn't give himself over completely. He needed to make it stop, and he didn't know how.
“Mhmm... t-this feels so good, but I shouldn't—ah!”
Something hit him hard, right where he liked it most. It lingered for a few long seconds as Caine became a twisted mess on the table, one of his hands pressing hard against his crotch to stop the sensation, but accidentally creating more friction against his sensitive pussy.
He gathered his strength to lift his torso again and threw himself back against the chair's backrest, letting out a needy moan. His eyes half-opened to the ceiling of his office, his vision blurred by the tears that had accumulated in them. The thrusts didn't stop; on the contrary, they grew faster and deeper, hitting places Caine didn't even know were possible to reach in this way.
Caine clenched his fingers on the side edges of the chair and peered down, blinking to get some tears out of the way.
If he hadn't been so out of it, his jaw would have been on the floor at that very moment.
He couldn't believe his eyes: a small bulge formed on his belly with each thrust, visible under his clothes. A round, familiar shape accompanied the bulge, which made Caine shudder, excited by the realization that it could really be Kinger's cock.
There was a stained puddle in his crotch, his pants soaked through with his wetness. Caine threw his clenched teeth back and wrapped his fingers tightly around the edge of the chair. His legs trembled, out of control, and the thrusts never stopped. He was almost thrown out of the chair.
“Ah... Kinger... wh-what are you doing?”
Caine opened his mouth and let his tongue roll freely out, dropping saliva onto the table and the papers scattered across it. The thought of Kinger fucking his plush in the small, dark space of his pillow fort turned him on so badly. He slid one of his hands down to his belly and placed it over the bulge, feeling it move in rhythm with the thrusts.
“Mhmm... I-I can't take it anymore, this is too much—o-oh please, please, please!” Tears streamed from the edge of his lower teeth and his body began to shake amid some weird glitches that deterred his model for a few seconds. He squeezed his thighs together and rolled his ass on the chair, his fingers drumming on its edge as Caine pressed the bulge against his belly harder.
He let out a loud moan as his climax hit him suddenly, growing the stained puddle in his crotch.
“Ah, f[%$!#]! C-Caine!”
Kinger didn't know if anyone outside the fort could hear him, but at this point, he didn't care that much.
All he cared about was how deliciously the Caine plush squeezed him inside.
His eyelids were drooping, open just enough for him to watch his cock being buried deeply in that plush. The sound of fabric rubbing and the soft wet crackling of cotton filled the small space of the fort, joining Kinger's ragged breathing. His grunts were also noticeable, but he tried to hold back a little. He was so close, even though he didn't want it to end. An uncomfortable pressure had begun to build in his balls.
Kinger quickened his movements with the plush, and for a moment, he thought about how it would be completely destroyed if it weren't made digitally. His cock hit it so deep that its outline almost reached the path to where its throat would be—its seams would not hold.
“I'm gonna f[%$!#] you so good, Caine... Ahh, d[%$!#]n it! Taking it all so well,” he moaned in delight, whimpering as he felt the wet interior of the plush suddenly tighten around him with unbearable pressure.
Kinger didn't have much time to think about whether that made sense, because soon the pressure in his balls increased, and he felt himself on the verge of climax.
“C-Caine!” He squeezed his eyes shut and arched his back, holding the plush in place as it slid down his entire length.
Cum overflowed from the plush's hole and dripped down Kinger's cock, which he kept buried deep inside the plush so that it would receive every drop of cum on it.
As soon as he came down from the peak of his climax, Kinger's body relaxed against the pillows; limp and slack, his breathing struggling to find a rhythm.
He sighed deeply and peeked through his eyelids, finding those silly bi-colored eyes staring at him as if judging him for what he had just done. Kinger swallowed hard and removed the plush from his cock, watching some of his cum drip from its hole onto its little legs.
Just like it would end up if he were fucking the real Caine.
(Kinger immediately scolded himself for that thought.)
He caressed the top of the plush and looked up at the pillow ceiling of his fort, deep in thought.
Was Kinger a little sorry for letting himself get carried away by his horniness?
Yes.
Would Kinger do it again?
You bet he would.
Caine's body was thrown forward violently, falling onto the table with his arms stretched out sloppily. His mouth remained closed, but his moans could be heard loud and clear.
His body had turned into an amoeba at that point, too weak to do anything. After his climax, he felt much more sensitive inside, which led him to whimper to himself in protest at the hard thrusts that remained at the same intensity.
Until they stopped with one last deep thrust inside him, and Caine unconsciously arched his back, feeling the warm liquid spill inside him, filling him from the inside out.
Had Kinger just cum inside him?
Caine's teeth were almost indistinguishable from his gums due to their extreme redness.
When the feeling of fullness disappeared, Caine grumbled against the table, still unable to move from his spot. The room fell into a silence that was only broken by the occasional humming of Caine's processors.
It was as if none of it had happened.
If he hadn't been so exhausted, there would certainly be no trace of what had just happened.
Except for...
Caine opened a space between his teeth and leaned back in his chair again. He still felt a little distant, overwhelmed by the unexpected stimulation. His legs were still shaking and his body felt... tired. Wow. That was new. But then again, being fucked from a distance through his plush was equally—if not more—new. He looked down at his lap and spread his legs again, finding the mess he had made in his pants. It was sticky—absolutely disgusting. Caine thought about fixing it with a snap of his fingers when a wave of curiosity flooded his mind.
He looked both ways and snapped his fingers, making his pants disappear.
Gloinks... he was right to assume that.
Cum dripped from his thighs onto the chair, mixed with his own fluids.
Caine didn't think it could get any hotter.
(Kinger had definitely fucked his plush and that should not turn him on.)
Knowing it would be best to get rid of it before Bubble accidentally saw it when he barged in as he always did, Caine snapped his fingers again, returning his avatar to its clean and pristine state from before.
He would talk to Kinger about it.
That wouldn't mean he would ask him to stop, though.