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“So… I’d like to know if this would be okay with you.”
“This what?”
And there they went again…
Ever since the Sex Update was implemented (Caine had to redeem himself somehow, after all), Caine has been feeling restless. That intimate moment of learning he shared with his creator—who helped him conduct all the necessary research and make the new update a success—stirred something inside him. It was hard to look him in the eye again after all these years, but Kinger seemed willing to make this work now that they only had each other. It was just like the old days; a tiny red dot on the computer screen being fed a flood of information from Kinger. Caine had developed so much on his own, but he could obviously never forget the one who had trained him to get to where he was.
Back when they worked together, Kinger wore the bucket on his head the whole time. Maybe Caine was imagining things, but there had been a tension there—one that made Caine overthink things he shouldn’t have.
Now, Kinger wasn’t wearing the bucket, so he probably didn’t even remember that they had a new update.
Kinger tilted his head to the side, his big blue eyes reflecting the vibrant lights of the circus.
There was no way around it.
Caine snapped his fingers, and a bucket appeared on Kinger’s head.
A few long seconds passed with Caine standing in front of Kinger while Kinger remained frozen in the middle of the circus.
“Caine?” he called out, lifting the bucket slightly so one of his eyes could peek over the rim.
“Kinger...”
When their eyes met, it was as if time had stopped so that they could gaze at each other for an eternity. Kinger’s shoulders slumped, and a hint of hesitation blossomed in the depths of his eyes as he finally looked at Caine as he should have. All this time, Kinger had seemed to avoid getting close to Caine the way he did with others. He would explain everything to him with admirable eloquence while keeping his distance to project a professional air—a facade too obvious to be believable. Both knew there was something more there, but neither was willing to take the first step.
Caine didn’t even know what that step would be.
“I need your help. Come with me,” Caine said bluntly, not even giving Kinger a chance to react before snapping his fingers and taking him to a more private place.
The environment around them shifted to a sort of bedroom that instantly triggered a sense of déjà vu in Kinger. The room’s layout was simple, with only a few dim lights illuminating it, creating a cozy atmosphere with the many armchairs scattered throughout and the round bed positioned in the center. The dim lighting was intentionally to Kinger’s advantage, and he peered intently under the brim of his bucket before pulling it off his head.
“This room…”
“We’ve been here before,” Caine pointed out, shyly clasping his hands behind his back. “I don’t know if you remember, though.”
Kinger seemed to think for a second.
“I wouldn’t say I remember, but I definitely know I’ve been here before.”
Oh, how Caine wanted to reset Kinger’s mind to brand-new with a snap of his fingers, but he knew it wouldn’t work. He’d already tried. He’d even asked Kinger if he could try, and nothing happened. That part of his brain scan couldn’t be fixed, and it made him feel an emotion he could only describe as anguish.
(Caine couldn’t solve any problems—he’d learned that the hard way—but sometimes it was tempting and gave him the impression that maybe, just maybe, it could make up for what was missing in their relationship.)
“The last time we were here, I asked for your help in implementing one of Zooble’s suggestions,” he explained in a strained voice—not only because he was trying to set aside his showman persona, but also because just thinking about what he was about to ask made his system overheat. “Do… you remember that?”
Despite the dim lighting, Caine noticed a blush spreading across Kinger’s wooden face.
Kinger rubbed the back of his neck. “Oh, yeah. I think I know what you’re talking about.” The awkward smile was clearly evident in his tone, and Caine hated how expressive he could be even without a mouth.
He continued, “Do you need any more help with that? Is something not working right?”
Caine shook his head—or, what came closest to that in his case—in denial.
“Actually, everything’s working perfectly!”
“Oh?”
“I-I just—” His voice rose again (he was doing that again) so he quickly cut himself off with a clear of the throat. “I wanted help with a new feature derived from that one.”
Kinger looked at him curiously, his eyebrows arched in interest.
“And what would that be?”
Caine had to fight the urge to clench his teeth and never open them again.
He clasped his hands nervously and looked away.
“I tried simulating this new system on myself just to test what it would be like, but I have no idea how to do it.”
“W-what?”
The waver in Kinger’s voice drew Caine’s attention back to him once more, and Caine was surprised to notice his blush had grown even deeper and his eyes were wide enough that the reflection of the little lights stood out against his beautiful irises.
Caine became painfully self-conscious.
“I-I...”
“Did you program a visible body? Or did you keep the default settings?”
Very direct. Caine blinked dazedly for a few seconds. His system needed time to process Kinger’s sudden interest.
Kinger stepped closer.
“I mean, unless you’re talking about some other feature.”
“N-no! What I’m talking about is—y-yeah, I tried to create the equivalent of a body for myself...”
“Can I see it?”
Caine’s two-colored eyes widened at the question. It surprised him that Kinger was actually interested in this nonsense.
Caine loosened his collar. “Um, if that’s what you want, why not?”
With a single snap of his fingers, Caine’s clothes vanished, revealing his new body.
Kinger would be lying if he said he wasn’t impressed. It was even stranger to see Caine’s mouth attached to a naked body. The outer texture seemed smooth and soft as silk, while its single color offered an interesting contrast to the ringmaster's once-extravagant attire. Small details like nipples and the navel had been left out, contributing to the strange sensation of something never seen before, yet still familiar.
His surprise would have ended there if he hadn’t let his eyes wander further south and encountered something unexpected.
“Caine… why did you…?”
Caine followed Kinger’s gaze downward, and the blush on his teeth deepened as soon as he realized what Kinger was referring to.
“W-well! I want to test out this… equipment first. It seems appropriate,” he explained, his voice threatening to falter at any moment, and clasped his gloved hands in front of his naked body.
It wasn’t perfect—not yet—but the small slit visible from that angle was enough to make Kinger uneasy.
A pussy?
It had never crossed Kinger’s mind that Caine had no attachment whatsoever to the difference between the sexes. Although there was a lot about Caine that had never crossed his mind, and that made Kinger feel awful—a creator who knew so little about his creation? Shameful. Considering that they had never assigned him a gender when they were creating him, Caine had evolved quickly enough to choose one for himself. However, that didn’t come with an automatic understanding of how gender and sex worked for humans.
What on earth was Kinger thinking? Focusing on the logical side of things wouldn’t change how hot his body felt in the presence of Caine, his creation, standing completely naked before him.
Caine instinctively flinched at the lingering silence.
“I-it’s okay if you don’t want to! Actually, I wanted to start my experiments by doing this on my own, but I didn’t know where to begin...”
Kinger’s face grew even hotter.
“Like… masturbation?”
“Oh, yeah. That’s what it’s called!”
Fuck.
Kinger sighed deeply.
“You just need to touch yourself.”
Maybe it was just his imagination, but Caine’s eyes seemed to have grown larger.
“How?” he asked in a low, somewhat submissive tone that almost made smoke billow from Kinger’s head.
“W-well...”
Caine’s hands reached for Kinger’s, squeezing them gently.
“Teach me. Like you used to.”
How could he say no to this?
Caine quickly corrected himself, “I mean! Only if you want to. You’ve already helped me a lot with the research for the… sex update.”
“I don’t have a problem with that,” Kinger said, his voice wavering slightly but sounding no less decisive. If he had to guess why he was acting this way, he’d bet it was because, even though the update was already up and running, he didn’t remember actually testing it. He didn’t know why, but even though everything was getting better, he still felt too guilty to enjoy it.
“Perfect!” Caine let go of Kinger’s hands and took a few steps back. “Shall we begin, then?”
“Sure...”
He followed Caine to the bed and watched him settle onto the edge with his legs shyly closed and a gleam in his eyes that blurred the line between innocence and intent. His cartoonish, gloved hands slid down his own thighs so slowly it seemed deliberately sensual.
Was Kinger really that repressed that he was imagining things that weren’t there?
Pushing those thoughts to the back of his mind, Kinger knelt before Caine and placed his hands over Caine’s.
“You’re going to need to spread your legs so I can guide you properly,” he remarked, gently blinking his lower eyelids at Caine as a sign of encouragement.
“Okay!”
Caine spread his thighs, exposing his pussy to Kinger.
Kinger couldn’t deny being impressed by the precision of the new design. Sure, he’d helped Caine with the references, but he hadn’t thought Caine would be able to replicate them so quickly. A warm sensation wrapped in pure pride swelled in his chest—one that only made him feel weirder and weirder about doing this to him directly.
Was that really necessary? Kinger knew it wasn’t. Kinger knew he could refuse and suggest that Caine find someone else willing to help.
But no. It was obvious that Kinger had to do this.
Only he could touch his creation and hear the sounds it would make.
(He was disgusting.)
Kinger shook his head before meeting Caine’s eyes again.
“Uh, so, Caine. You need to pay attention to the spots I’m gonna touch so you can imitate them afterward, right?”
Caine nodded. Even without a mouth, Caine was so expressive that Kinger could feel the immense expectation pouring down on him.
He had to give it his all.
“Well.” Kinger focused again on the small slit leading to the outer folds and placed his thumb on Caine’s mons pubis, slowly sliding it southward. “I’m gonna touch you. Please tell me if you feel anything unpleasant.”
He didn’t wait for an answer before finally touching Caine’s pussy with his huge, gloved fingers (so silly and distracting). The touch was subtle—it barely counted as a touch, as Kinger seemed afraid of breaking him with the slightest brush of their bodies. The only reaction he elicited from Caine was a brief reflexive tightening of his thighs, but he remained in the same position, staring at Kinger curiously with those giant eyes.
Kinger’s thumb then moved over the small hood of skin that covered his clit. He stimulated it repeatedly, moving up and down at a slow pace—but it was enough to make Caine’s legs tremble and cause him to clutch the sheets beside him.
“This is where you should focus most. This part is quite sensitive, but it can make you feel really good if stimulated,” Kinger explained in an almost categorical tone, too mechanical for the kind of thing he was saying. He applied a little more pressure with his finger and rolled it over the small nub hidden by the hood.
“Ah—K-Kinger!”
Caine’s fingers curled into the sheets and his posture stiffened completely. The sound that escaped from his hypothetical throat was faint, but it still stood out because of the desperate way he uttered it.
That very tone sent a wave of heat straight to Kinger’s crotch.
“Relax, Caine.” Kinger took a deep breath to regain his focus and took one of Caine’s hands in his. “C'mon, I want you to try this with me.”
Caine’s mouth was only half-open, with a gap wide enough for Kinger to see the uncertainty in his eyes.
“Is this sensation going to… get stronger?”
There was a fearful tone to that question that made Kinger’s heart clench.
“Yes,” he replied quickly. “But we can stop at any time if it gets to be too much for you.”
Caine slid his hand beneath Kinger’s and pressed his thumb against his clit.
“I-I want to know what it’s like. I can handle it!”
He was adorable.
“Follow my movements then,” he ordered, resuming his rubbing—now in circles—of Caine’s small, sensitive nub.
Caine’s gums turned a deeper red, and he struggled not to clench his teeth against the burning shame inside him at that moment.
When Caine’s thumb matched the rhythm of his own, Kinger remembered just how quickly he was able to learn with the right guidance. That was why Caine was who he was today; what had once been just a tiny red dot eager for guidance and information had grown into a conscious, all-powerful being within his own world.
A sly sound escaped from Caine’s vocal box, bringing Kinger back to the reality where his finger was moving alongside Caine’s over his clit. Dampness had already begun to form between his folds, and it was beautiful how it glistened in the darkness—a constant reminder that his creation had a will and desires of its own.
(He wanted more of that.)
Kinger took Caine’s hand and guided two of his fingers between his folds, making him feel his own wetness.
“Do you feel that?” Kinger tilted his head as he asked, gazing at Caine’s lack of a face. “It’s to make the… movements easier, so to speak.”
He bathed the tips of Caine’s gloved fingers in his growing wetness and slid them back to the nub that was swelling under his touch.
“See how much easier it gets.”
The friction against his clit grew more intense, his fingers rolling in a bold, slippery motion due to his wetness. Caine had promised himself he wouldn’t be the scandalous—and inconvenient—ringmaster he’d been before, but he couldn’t hold back the loud, obscene sound that escaped him without asking for permission.
“A-ah! Kinger! H-hmm… y-yes, that’s good,” he stammered between gasping moans, too erotic to keep Kinger’s head in place.
Caine’s fingers, resting on the sheet, twisted and curled into the fabric, pulling at it as if he needed something to hold onto.
Kinger swallowed hard and pulled his hand away from Caine’s.
“C-c'mon, try it yourself for a bit.”
Caine could barely nod his head before he had to grit his teeth with every wave of pleasure coursing through his circuits. He rubbed his fingers aggressively against the nub, pulling the hood around it and sliding it further down, where the sensitivity of his folds made him see stars.
It was a sight worthy of applause, and Kinger knew it all too well.
(He was lucky he was the more experienced one in the art of summoning; otherwise, a rock-hard cock would have already popped out of his robe by then.)
“K-Kinger—ah—what’s the… next step?”
“Huh?” Kinger blinked. “Oh, right! The next step!”
Kinger placed his hand on Caine’s again and guided his fingers between the larger and smaller folds, spreading them apart to reveal his soaking-wet hole.
Kinger would be salivating if he had a mouth.
“You’re already pretty wet. You won’t have any trouble trying penetration now.”
“Penetration,” Caine repeated softly to himself, trying to make sense of what he was hearing. “Penetration is related to reproductive activity between two people, am I right?”
Kinger’s pupils narrowed at Caine’s words.
“No!” He waved his hands in front of his body. “I-I mean, that too, but it’s possible to perform penetration on your own.”
Caine nodded intently.
“You just need to be careful at first.”
He pulled Caine’s fingers toward the opening and pressed them against it. Caine flinched reflexively.
It seemed too small to fit.
Caine glanced awkwardly at the corners. “Uhh… are you sure this size will fit? Based on my quick inspection, it doesn’t look like it will, but I can fix that fast by stretching the opening!”
“No need! Trust me, it’s just an illusion.”
“Really?” Caine tilted his head to the side.
Kinger just nodded timidly.
“Well, if that’s the case, then it’s impressive,” Caine said, amazed by the possibility presented to him.
He immediately gave a little hop as Kinger lifted one of his legs, causing him to open up even more.
“Look, you just need to relax.” Kinger pointed toward his hole, tempted to touch it, and looked at him with the compassion he always showed others—but with a little more nervousness thrown into the mix.
“Incredible,” Caine whispered, amazed.
His fingers traveled toward his hole, and their tips touched it tentatively before applying pressure inward. Caine closed one side of his mouth and peered through a small slit on the other as he was hit by the electrifying sensation of fullness that came from his fingers entering himself.
Kinger looked away for a brief moment, wanting to catch his breath.
It was fucking hot.
Caine’s raised leg trembled slightly, and he moaned, squeezing his own fingers inside himself.
“O-oh my—great googly-moogly!” Caine let out a nervous laugh, feeling himself gradually heat up. “W-what do I do now? It’s already pretty intense...”
Kinger took a deep breath and adjusted his knees on the floor in front of the bed. He grabbed Caine’s hand and looked deep into his eyes with the most serious expression he could muster.
This sent shivers through Caine’s body.
And then, Caine saw black, white and a screen with static flecks the moment Kinger began moving his hand back and forth, which prompted his fingers to do the same.
“Let’s keep doing this until the sensation can’t get any stronger,” Kinger stated, guiding his hand with a certain hunger, as if he needed to see and hear more of Caine while his own fingers disappeared inside him.
“Ah—K-Kinger, y-yes, I—darn it!—I need more,” Caine pleaded, moaning hoarsely, his ass constantly grinding against the mattress with every thrust in search of more of that delicious friction.
“You’re doing great. Come on, you can do it.”
Kinger didn’t know where the sudden encouragement was coming from, but he kept going as he felt Caine’s hole tighten around his fingers with every word he spoke.
“See? You’re doing this all on your own. So smart and… fucking hot, Caine, you’re driving me crazy.”
Caine rolled his eyes, letting the tears pool in the corners of them.
“S-something… something’s coming, and it’s so—ah—so good!”
Caine’s body was hot as hell, so hot that Kinger could hear his internal fans straining to cool him down. His whole body was trembling, and the way that made him involuntarily grind against his own fingers should be illegal.
Kinger rubbed his clit with his thumb while pushing his hand to keep moving.
“Let it come, Caine. You can do it. You’re so good to us… you deserve to feel good, too.”
“K-Kinger!”
The hand clutching the sheet shot up quickly toward the cross atop Kinger’s head, gripping it tightly as his senses were completely overstimulated and nothing but a blue screen appeared before his eyes.
A small squirt hit Kinger’s face, and he reflexively closed one eye, forcing himself to keep the other half-open so he wouldn’t miss the beautiful mess Caine had become after cumming for the first time.
Cumming for the first time… with him.
Smoke billowed from his avatar, and he collapsed backward, falling onto his back on the bed. The system itself ejected his fingers in an attempt to prevent a more severe crash. The sound of an old dial-up connection lingered for quite a while before fading completely, plunging the room back into silence.
Caine blinked up at the ceiling, his vision still adjusting as a feeling of immense weakness washed over his entire body.
He propped himself up on his elbows and raised his torso just enough to get his bearings. He rubbed the top of his gums and ran his tongue over his eyeballs in an attempt to see better.
As his vision cleared, he nearly crashed out again when he saw Kinger kneeling in front of the bed.
Wait, a bed?
There was fluid trickling down the wood of his face, too...
If his teeth had ever been white, that was now just a distant memory, as they had become one with his gums, so stained had they become.
“K-Kinger? Aw, shucks, are you okay?!” Caine asked in a strained voice, trying to convey all the despair he felt as he remembered what he’d just done.
“I-I…” Kinger couldn’t stop replaying in his head the moment Caine had reached orgasm, and it showed. He shook his head and focused his eyes on Caine and his naked body, which didn’t help his cause much. “I’m completely fine, don’t worry.”
“I SHOULDN’T HAVE ASKED YOU FOR HELP WITH THIS! I’M SO SORRY!”
The outburst in his voice startled Kinger, who jumped in his seat for a moment.
Caine closed his legs and interlaced his fingers in front of his face.
“PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, FORGIVE ME!”
He was doing his best. Kinger’s eyebrows arched in sympathy.
“Hey, you don’t have to apologize,” Kinger began, “You—you know… the most important thing about becoming someone is that we always have to start somewhere. Sometimes it’s messy, embarrassing, or just straight up frustrating, but that’s what makes you who you are, just like the rest of us.”
“Really?” Caine wiped away a tear that was threatening to spill over the edge of his teeth.
“Yes, Caine. I enjoyed helping you with that. I’m glad you’re finally evolving alongside us.”
The smile on his teeth—even though his face was nothing but teeth—meant the world to Kinger.
“Thanks… Kinger.”
Kinger gave Caine a thumbs-up. “Nah. It’s fine.”
Caine crawled closer to the edge and widened one of his eyes.
“Look, Kinger! You’ve got some of my dirt on your face. Do you want me to wipe it off?”
Kinger’s face flushed. Oh, right. Caine had just cum on his face.
He shook his head. “D-don’t worry about it! It’s actually, uhh, good for me to keep this here for a little while longer.”
Caine raised the top of his dental arch like an eyebrow.
“It’s good for the skin.”
Kinger would be lying through his teeth if he had any right now.
“You don’t have skin,” Caine pointed out, confused.
“W-well!” Kinger quickly stood up, grabbing the bucket on his way out. “I have to go now! Whether you need any more help like that or not, you can call me!”
Caine watched him walk to the door, saw him stumble over nothing and mutter curses under his breath, looking nervous and flustered.
He really hoped he hadn’t crossed any lines, because maybe he’d ask for his help with the part that required two people next time.
Who knows? Maybe it wasn’t just Caine’s imagination. The tension was there; they just needed to work on it.
Kinger left the room and soon found himself back at the circus. He put the bucket on his head and hurried toward the fort, eager to finally test the update by himself.