Companion Gig (MicroFic)

Rey wasn’t one hundred percent sure what they had signed up for, and especially now was having second thoughts staring down a synthetic near phallus aimed at them. They tried to breath deeply and calm themselves, but poor Rey was caught between lust and a bad case of the nerves.

The phallic object was attached to the inside of a shiny black feline mask that dangled from a hose. The apparatus was poised at its target, who was, for safety purposes of course, cuffed rather comfortably to a soft operating table that had been rotated to near vertical. The odd thing about this table was the fact that Rey’s legs were held bent and up, as if they were about to receive some kind of intimate exam.

“We’re about to start, are you ready?” A soft, pleasant voice came from a tall, glossy, onyx figure, sporting the same cat-like mask that was now poised in front of Rey’s mouth.

“Mhmm” Rey cracked out in affirmative, not having spoken in a while, their voice wasn’t quite primed to respond.

The tall shiny cat padded over ever so gracefully on tip toe to Rey, holding a pair of mechanical looking cat ears in its hands. It placed them on Rey’s head and adjusted them to fit. It was almost like a cat ear headband, only heavier. The figure padded back over to its computer station. It tapped on a few buttons and a soft hum became audible. “Just try to relax, lots of us actually really like this part. Just try to enjoy it” The androgen gave a soft smile, it’s plump lower lip glistening in the light.

Rey’s eye’s became fixed forward on mask coming towards them, the slick tube now entering their mouth. Simultaneously Rey felt a gentle pressure on their rear as a well lubricated intruder gently teased its way inside them, causing their member to perk up, dripping a little pre. Trying to maintain at least some composure in front of their audience but failing terribly, Rey let out a soft moan with their stuffed mouth. They could have sworn they saw the cat being smirk a little.

Mask now pressed to their face and various tubed hilted and or locked in place, Rey felt a thick, tasteless liquid begin to pass into their mouth and rump. As it did, their respective source tubes started to move deeper and deeper inside their penetrated patient. Rey felt whatever limited gag reflex they had, drift away with the slick fluid now passing into them.

The substance started to do its job; Rey’s skin turned to a supple, plush yet firm synthetic to match their new mask. Flowing out of every pore, it fused the ears and mask to Rey’s now polished form. Then it began to make some small, some large, edits to their shape. Posture was made perfect, feet were made to stand pointed, waist cinched, thighs and rump augmented, giving Rey a curvaceous and androgynous figure. All the while, their half erect and untended to length seeped and dribbled pre onto the floor.

Now finished depositing their substantial payload, the tubes withdrew, leaving a lustrous black feline where Rey once lay bound. The table adjusted itself with a low hum so that Rey was now able to walk out, rather pad on tip toe, out of the restraints and onto the floor.

They stood there for a moment, admiring their new appearance. “How are you feeling?” the other, now near identical feline asked.

“good!” Rey mouthed the words, but nothing came out, the effeminate mask animated but no sound was heard. Rey was a little surprised, but strangely still calm.

“Okay that’s working. All companion units usually have their audio privileges locked until calibration and delivery. Sorry to surprise you like that, but I have to test it, otherwise the new acquisitions would chat and distract the shipping personnel” The other feline responded kindly. “One last test before I sent you on your way.”

The other being pointed a small black device at Rey and they felt their cock go completely hard. Once more tap of the device and Rey came as if someone wrapped their whole hand around their prostate and squeezed out the biggest load they could.

With one more tap, its length became soft, curling in on itself and forming into a smooth bulge between its legs. “Very good. For now, you’ll respond to C-531 until you get another name, or your contract is up. Calibration is just out the door to the left”.

And with that, the newly minted C-531 companion, purposefully and gracefully padded its way down the hall.