The Official Story

Chapter One: Introducing Hu-1

 

A glass case. That was its home. There were little holes for oxygen, because it still had its lungs, unlike the newer models. And there was a slot at the bottom for food trays, which consisted of stale bread topped with its Owner’s semen. This, in His opinion, reminded it of its place. Because sometimes, despite having been created for the sole purpose of being His toy, it still thought.

 

It had its brain and its heart and all the other original human organs. In some ways it actually *was* human. But for all intents and purposes, it only had one purpose and one existence: to be a toy. An object. A plaything. A cum dumpster.

 

And yet still, as it stood in its glass display case for hours on end, it thought. Even as the vibrator attached to its clit, and the fucking machine steadily pumping into its pussy lubricated it, for its Owner hated a dry hole to fuck… It still had its thoughts.

 

It didn’t have much to think about. It had never been outside the palace walls, and most of its life was spent in that display case. And time not spent in its display case was spent crawling on all fours attached to a leash held by its Owner. Or sucking His cock as he sat on His throne. Or bent over a table and being fucked mercilessly and without restraint.

 

But the thing about those of the human species is that they had imaginations. Even an object like Hu-1 could have thoughts that were only loosely tied to and inspired by reality. And so, standing in its display case and being continuously fucked for hours at a time, Hu-1 had lots of time to think and imagine… and even fantasize.

 

For one thing, Hu-1 loved to imagine that it was not an object, which is a very strange thing for an object to imagine. Hu-1 had human eyes, which allowed it to see… when its Owner had not blindfolded it, that is. When Aruuldo, Hu-1’s Owner, took Hu-1 on their daily walk about the palace (purely so it would not gain weight or experience muscle atrophy), the fucktoy would often steal glances around at its scenery.

 

There were aliens and monsters of all sorts walking the halls of the palace. All of them had their cocks hanging freely, and some had multiple. Hu-1 was always curious as to what it would be like to get fucked by those cocks. All it ever had experienced was the cock of Aruuldo, as well as the fucking machine. Over 160 years of nothing but servicing Aruuldo and standing in a display case. Hu-1 wasn’t bored… just inquisitive. Was there anything else out there?

 

Following up with the idea of non-objectification, Hu-1 liked to fantasize that it could actually be a she. But it was not a she. It was an it. And the sooner it accepted its fate, the better. Still, though. It was hard not to let its mind wander…

 

“Hu-1!” came a bark from just outside the case, followed by the rapping of large, powerful knuckles on the glass. Hu-1 jolted just a bit, but thankfully its Owner didn’t seem to notice. It was very painfully punished when it was caught daydreaming. Toys should not daydream, after all.

 

“Operator,” Hu-1 acknowledged Him in a calm, monotonous tone. It regarded Aruuldo distantly, its eyes peering into His but not with purpose, other than to fulfill its duty. It was at full attention, despite the textured dildo steadily pumping into its pussy.

 

“Aphrone. Now,” Arruldo growled as He pushed a small capsule through one of the air holes of the case. Hu-1 was fast, holding out its hands to catch the pill in time. It did not hesitate. It did not reply. It merely popped the pill into its mouth and swallowed it dry. 

 

Aphrone was, in human terms, a powerful aphrodisiac, more or less. It was invented in the human year of 2,202, a year after the Hu-Toy made its intergalactic debut. Customers were complaining that the toys’ entrances weren’t lubricated enough, as of course the first model did not come equipped with a built-in aphrodisiac feature. And believe it or not, toys were not happy being toys, so they did not lubricate themselves.

 

And then came Aphrone, a perfect solution to this issue. Just one tiny capsule ingestion, and within minutes the toy would become pathetically horny. Its holes would become soaked with its natural fluids, making entrance a breeze. And of course, it would be able to orgasm: over and over and over again.

 

Hu-1 did not notice at first, but Aruuldo was not alone. Behind him stood three creatures, each of them looking very different. Within their appendages they held technology that Hu-1 did not recognize. Essentially they held advanced gadgets used for recording holograms as well as taking notes. And essentially, these creatures were scientists.

 

“Amazing. It does what it is told without any resistance, despite it still having its autonomy intact!” one of the creatures—a fat, green, gelatin-looking gloop—exclaimed in wonder.

 

“I’ve seen so many Original Models, and none are quite as broken as yours… broken in spirit, I mean. Entirely functional, as well, I presume?” inquired another monster, whose voice was high and nasally despite it being over 12 feet tall with rippling muscles and spikes growing out of its back and arms.

 

“Completely,” Aruuldo grunted. He was a man of few words. “Programmed it myself.”

 

The scientists muttered excitedly amongst themselves, their eyes not leaving Hu-1 as they furiously recorded their notes.

 

“And you say it is the first of its kind?” the last beast gasped, its beak ajar with shock and awe. Aruuldo said nothing; he merely nodded firmly. The scientists went into a frenzy of mumbling and fidgeting with their gadgets to ensure everything was being recorded.

 

Meanwhile, Hu-1 stood there in its case, waiting for the capsule to take effect. It did not particularly like the Aphrone. But it knew it didn’t have a say in the matter. And so it waited, and so did the four beasts in front of the case.

 

More quickly than anyone expected, Hu-1 began fidgeting in its place. Its hips twirled slightly, trying to get better friction from the dildo being continuously re-inserted into its cunt. Its tongue hung out of its mouth, which was parted rather widely. Drool dribbled down its chin. Its fingers clenched and unclenched, as it resisted the urge to start fiddling with its own clit.

 

No one had ever seen Hu-1 like this before, besides Aruuldo. The thought that three strangers from completely different galaxies were just standing there, watching it… It really turned Hu-1 on. A mewl slid from its throat as its head dropped backwards. It was really hot now.

 

“Astounding!” cried the reptilian researcher, free hand absent-mindedly dropping to his cock. He began to stroke himself steadily, already erect. The other two followed suit. “Most Originals resist the effects of Aphrone. But Hu-1 seems to actually enjoy them! What a disgustingly, deliciously slutty little fucktoy!”

 

Aruuldo grunted in reply. He was the only one not stroking His cock. In fact, ever since Hu-1 was created, He had not touched Himself once. He had His toy to do that for Him.

 

“Ohhh, Sire! I do hope you will let me have a go with this hot little meatbag! I promise I will do no damage. It is purely for research purposes, I assure you!” the nasally-sounding one pleaded. Its cock was gigantic. Hu-1 knew that this had to be one of the species for why the V3 was invented. His cock had to be at least eight feet long. There was absolutely no way that he could use Hu-1 without breaking.

 

Still though… the thought of being impaled upon that dick made Hu-1 break a rule and moan out loud. His erection was thrice the size of Aruuldo’s, which already filled Hu-1 to the brim and destroyed its cervix. The thought of being torn in half by a penis, fucked even past the toy’s ugly and violent death, being used like a tiny doll… 

 

“Punishment time,” Aruuldo barked, snapping Hu-1 out of its daydream. Hu-1 resisted the instinct to frown, as that would only lead to more punishment. It merely assumed a hazy, blank expression as it looked its Owner in the eye and nodded.

 

“Yes, Operator,” Hu-1 said as clearly and as calmly as it could, despite the Aphrone coursing through its veins and the dildo incessantly pumping in and out.

 

“Ah, yes! The toy must be punished, for it did not follow its protocol! My, you are strict, Sire. 200 milligrams of Aphrone and yet you insist the toy make not a sound?” the gelatinous creature chirped, its cock pumping itself steadily.

 

“I’d fuck a woman if I wanted moans,” the cruel Owner of Hu-1 growled in response. “This is a toy.”

 

“Sorry I’m late!”

 

The cry came from somewhere to the right, out of Hu-1’s range of sight. Its eyes flickered in that direction, but quickly returned to Arruldo when it realized that He had not looked away from it. A figure appeared just within Hu-1’s peripheral vision. It was much smaller than the others, and it looked to be… clothed. That was very strange to Hu-1; as far as it knew, only humans—which had long since been slaughtered—wore clothing. To most species, clothing was considered indecent and pretentious.

 

Immediately, Hu-1 was intrigued, and it found itself stealing a glance at the creature as soon as Aruuldo and the others looked away. It was at that moment that Hu-1 locked eyes with the bea—… No, not a beast. A man. This was a man. Or at least, he was the closest thing Hu-1 had ever seen to a man, besides in pictures it had seen during meetings Aruuldo had sometimes.

 

The man was short; he couldn’t have been taller than six feet. And his cock… it was smaller than any Hu-1 had ever seen before. But it was so… beautiful. Just like him, it was a mixture of pinks and yellows, and it hung lamely from his groin like a small, boneless arm. And speaking of arms, he had four of them. Hu-1 was incapable of making decisions, because of course, toys are incapable of making decisions.

 

But if it had been given the chance, Hu-1 would decide that this man was the most beautiful creature in the galaxy.

 

“Ahhh,” the green glob monster mused loudly, snapping Hu-1 out of its trance and returning its attention to its Operator. Thankfully no one had noticed that it had been staring at the man, too. “The Posthomo has finally decided to grace us with his presence!” This exclamation was accompanied by an eyeroll and the ceasing of masturbation (the act of which was quite a sight to see in the beast’s goopy form).

 

A polite smile graced the alleged Posthomo’s features, and several rows upon rows of sharp teeth were exposed. To the humans, this man would be labeled a beast as well and even a predator. But to Hu-1, he was beautiful and perfect in every way. 

 

“My good sir, my name is Professor Noah,” the Posthomo apparently named Noah said as he bowed graciously. Then he lifted his face from his bow to look at the gloop. The expression was entirely different now. The previously golden cat eyes were now glowing and emanating a powerful red light, and the teeth now looked jagged and uneven. The smile didn’t dissipate: only widening to the point of stretching to all four of his ears. He looked like the humans’ definition of a ‘maniac.’ And yet, Hu-1 was swooning. Then he spoke, and it was utterly terrifying.

 

“. • . âND ī wØuLd aPPrËçíatĖ iT If yÕû WôÙLd rĘfÈr tØ mè ĀS SücH¡”

 

The sound of his voice made everyone except Aruuldo shrink away in horror. Noah’s voice was layered with what sounded like dozens of others, all different pitches and tones. Some of the voices sounded distressed, others maniacal, and some raspy or hoarse. Overall, it gave a very ‘possessed’ vibe. And even though it was terrified at first, Hu-1 was now more intrigued than it had ever been before. It lov—… no, no. Toys cannot love. They are incapable of feeling.

 

Silently, Hu-1 exhaled a deep, complacent breath. It returned its sights to Aruuldo once again and tried to focus on the effects of the Aphrone, which for some reason felt as if they were fading. What was happening to the toy? It had never not been affected by Aphrone before. This was strange…

 

“Ah!” one of the scientists exclaimed as its beak hung ajar in horror, slithering back a few inches even as Noah stood up straight, eyes and smile returning to its normal, warm state. “A humanoid species AND a Biblical name?? Shame upon thee, you fiend!” The reptilian-resembling beast whipped its head around to look at Aruuldo, panicked. “Sire! Surely you did not seriously intend to expect us to be able to conduct serious research in the presence of…” He gestured to Noah in an all-over motion, at a loss of words. “…that!”

 

“Wanna leave?” Aruuldo grunted, eyes not leaving Noah, who stared back cheerfully. The scaly beast’s eyes widened and he shook his head rapidly, silently. “Then quiet,” the ruler concluded. And that was that. Noah joined the fray without a word more of complaint from anyone, though the other scientists did do their best to avoid standing too close to him. The four of them took notes as Aruuldo explained, in very brief and chopped words, the specs of the toy. The three beasts seemed to forget their dismay for the Posthomo as they marveled at the obedience and pristine nature of the object before them.

 

“Please, if you will, Sire,” Noah piped up at one point in the note-taking, “allow me-… aha. Allow us to have a closer look.”

 

“No,” Aruuldo replied without missing a beat. No hostility or anger in his voice. It was simply a very matter-of-fact response.

 

“Ah, but Sire,” Noah pressed, the other scientists looking on with wide eyes. No one ever dared question or challenge the word of Aruuldo. The Soyavadim were known to destroy entire galaxies if the ruler of said galaxy tried to haggle with them. Clearly this… Noah… had either never heard of such tales, or he was simply incredibly foolish and stupid. Or cocky.

 

“How am I ever to know the extent of what this model can take, and how it functions, if I do not get hands-on experience with it? If I am to publish that intergalactic scholarly article about how magnificent of a ruler you are, and how far the Hu-Toy’s development has come, how will I do so without testing this thing? I yearn to see how well it has been programmed, Sire.”

 

Aruuldo was silent. It merely had its eyes locked on Hu-1 in a stoic, frozen expression. But Hu-1 knew that expression. He was thinking. This made Hu-1’s heart rate skyrocket. Was he actually considering…?

 

“Whaddya want?” Aruuldo snapped curtly and suddenly, turning his whole body to face Noah. He was clearly trying to intimidate the man, but he did not look perturbed in the least.

 

“One night, Sire. In your finest guest quarters, of course. Allow the toy to spend the night with me. I will test it, push it, attempt to break its protocol. If I manage to do so, you may kill me and destroy my home planet. That way no one will question the might of your wrath, and you can always break the toy in half to make a statement about that as well.”

 

“And when it continues to function normally?” Aruuldo questioned, right brow raised in skepticism.

 

Noah grinned widely, those rows of teeth exposed again. “Why, that is the expected outcome, of course, Sire. I do not doubt your training has been rigorous and merciless, and that the toy will not ever disobey its Owner. However, some do doubt you, Sire. This article will set the record straight. You have my word that I will write and publish your accomplishments for the entire multiverse to see. Everyone will bow before you and they shall all see what a magnificent ruler you are.”

 

“They already do,” Aruuldo replied firmly, and for a moment there was a tense silence as the two stared each other down. Then the ruler turned to face the display case and pressed a button. The dildo retracted into the floor and disappeared behind a panel. Hu-1 stood there, dazed and confused. It struggled to keep its balance as Aruuldo stuck his cock into a perfectly shaped hole in the case. The door slid open with an electric hiss.

 

With two hands Aruuldo reached forward, picked up Hu-1, and stood it in front of Noah. They were face to face now, and Hu-1, even in its hazy state of mind, could make out his features much more clearly.

 

It was now clear that his skin was covered in very tiny, smooth, almost invisible scales. He wore a pair of tight blue shorts, a black and red flannel, and a white lab coat. He also had on a pair of steel-toe work boots and no socks. Clearly he had no idea of human fashion, and instead was eager to explore different sensations of various garments. His face was even more beautiful up close, for he had long, yellow eyelashes and red painted lips. It was almost a look akin to that of a drag queen.

 

Noah seemed to be analyzing Hu-1 as it gawked at him. His eyes scanned its features, completely enthralled with every detail.

 

“Utterly fascinating…” Noah whispered, only loud enough for just Hu-1 to hear. It felt its cheeks get even hotter than they already were, and at this his eyes widened. He clearly had never seen something blush before and the anatomy of it excited him.

 

“Right then,” Noah said suddenly, turning his head to look at Aruuldo with a grin. “I shall retire to my quarters now, if you’ll be so kind.” The nasally scientist groaned aloud.

 

“Not fair!” he whined, stamping a foot and shaking the ground in the process. “I wanted to study it more! Perhaps make it grind against my cock…” Said eight-foot cock was still standing straight out, and everyone had to duck as he swung to the side to face Aruuldo.

 

“Sire! Surely there are some complimentary accommodations for us three as well? I heard there was a new prototype available to a select few alpha testers. I would be honored to assist you with such research.”

 

“No. Just him,” Aruuldo said, pointing a huge, green finger at Noah. “You offer nothing. You get nothing but an escort to your ship.”

 

The beast clammed up at that. He nodded silently, though he looked pissed.

 

“Well! Shall we?” Noah looked at Hu-1 with a sort of eagerness in his eyes that made Hu-1’s heart race. It couldn’t wait for him to do all kinds of nasty things to it when they got back to his room.

 

He offered it his elbow. Hu-1 stared at him blankly. Quickly he realized that it had no idea what he was doing. He chuckled a bit and then lifted a finger, making a waggling motion that beckoned it to follow. Hu-1 did so, but not in the way he expected.

 

As Noah got about five feet away and paused for it to follow, Hu-1 looked at Aruuldo uncertainly. He smirked, proud of himself for training his plaything so well. The smirk disappeared as he barked an order: “Hu-1! Transfer temporary user controls to Professor Noah. Do not violate protocol. Understood?” 

 

A nod from Hu-1, and then it responded blandly, “Yes, Operator. Temporary user controls have been transferred to Professor Noah.”

 

“Hu-1?” Noah called, and Hu-1 resisted the urge to swoon. No one had ever called its name so gently before. “Can you follow me, please?”

 

Hu-1 faced Noah and nodded silently. Then it got down on all fours and began crawling towards him. No one said anything. They all merely watched as the toy crawled, its ass wagging back and forth as it tried to gain friction from its own legs. It was really horny now, from the Aphrone and from everyone staring at it.

 

Noah smiled widely as Hu-1 approached him, and he turned back to follow the guard that had been called to guide them to his quarters. Noah had a one-way conversation with the guard, who was even less chatty than Aruuldo. His only responses were simple “Yes”es and “No”s, and they were not pleasant ones.

 

Eventually they came to a metal wall with no clear doorway. But then the guard waved his finger, the pad of which glowed as he did so, over a panel in the wall. Slivers of the wall slid into the surrounding metal, and soon there was an arch-shaped hole in the wall that was big enough for even the 12-foot beast to walk through.

 

Noah grimaced as he walked inside. “This is your finest guest room?” he scoffed, looking around in disgust. “There isn’t even any furniture in here! How am I to test this marvelous piece of equipment without a bed?”

 

“Soyavadim don’t sleep,” the guard growled lowly in response. He didn’t look amused. And without another word, he turned and headed for the door. It closed behind him, leaving Hu-1 alone with Noah.

 

The Posthomo stared at the wall for a minute or so. His expression was unreadable. It was almost like he was waiting for something. When nothing happened, Noah suddenly tilted his head back and opened his mouth widely. Those sharp teeth were exposed again, and a long, curled coiled out of his mouth. Within its grasp was a small metallic device of some sort. Hu-1 had never seen anything like it before and had no idea what it was.

 

After about thirty minutes of Noah walking around with the device in his hand, aiming it at every little nook and cranny in the walls, ceiling, and floor, he swallowed it again. “Good,” he said as he turned back to Hu-1, smirking. “We’re not being watched.”

 

With a roll of his eyes, Noah approached Hu-1 and sighed, shaking his head. “Damn Soyavadim are so cocky and confident in their technology. They don’t even stop to consider the fact that someone might be smarter and more advanced than them.”

 

“And that someone, my dear,” Noah hummed, bowing deeply, “is me.” He winked, offering one of his hands. “C’mon. I’m busting you out of here.”