entangleme | IT HAS BEEN COMMANDED

SEXY MEME?
Holidays are supposed to make people happy, right? Well, holidays for you sucked. You didn't get to see your family or maybe you have no family at all. If you're a villain, maybe another year has gone by and you still haven't taken over the world. If you're a hero, maybe you're a B-lister who still doesn't have his own action figure. Last night you felt incredibly lonely and pathetic and sad, so you hit the bar. Hard.

Well honey, the bar hit back. You wake up in a cheap motel bed and you're not alone.

What. The. Hell?

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TOTALLY STOLEN FROM SOMEONE WHO STOLE IT FROM SOMEONE ELSE.

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He is OUT, snoring loudly and probably cuddling. Watch out for some minor drool though.... He's more than likely down to his undies as well, for whatever reason.

Well, that wasn't so bad. At least he knew how to take direction. But gods below, what was that thing loudly banging on the bedroom door and demanding to be let out to see its mistress in a grating, high pitched voice.

Ivan rolls over and murmurs in his sleep. Meanwhile that thing continues to banter at the door, jumping up and down eagerly.

"Miiiiiis! He was having sex! he was doing it! he was doing it!"

She nudges Ivan awake. "Hey...Hey. What is that and how are you going to make it shut up for me."

It's like the worst alarm clock. Using the Voice of Command feels entirely appropriate here.

He awakes with a small snort and blinks at her lazily with a bit of a dumb grin. His stare-grin combo pretty much scream 'oh god I can't believe I got laid'.

But the command? he abides by it right away before answering any questions, scooping the thing up and shoving it into an empty beer bottle. The sprite shuts up and looks confused while he sets the thing down. Once he's sure it's secure, he awkwardly crawls back into bed.

"Umm... it's my... " He trails off, continuing the awkward look.

Sheeana suddenly forgot all about the afterglow and snatched the bottle from him. Her mind was spinning with ways to use this. They would make the perfect spies and messengers if only they could be forced to do her bidding.

"You mean to say that this is...your semen?"

He takes a seat and nods in an almost hesitant way.

"Yeah... I was cursed and it turns into what you see now. That uh... doesn't freak you out, does it?"

"Disturbs me?" Sheeana held the protesting tiny golem up to the wan lite of the blinds. "Are you serious? This can...do you have any idea how useful these could be?"

"N-not really" he says with a small chuckle. "Well...I did use them to get help once. But I didn't really think past that."

"Well then...We'll have to make a few more, won't we." She runs her hand from his cheeks down his body, hitting as many pressure points as she can. A basic arousal sequence she'd learned in her second year.

He emits a faint gasp and his back arches slightly. It really doesn't take much for him. "O-okay" he forces out, resting a hand on her hip.

Her hands trace him downwards until she feels that hot club pressing eagerly against cloth. She leans in to whisper in his ear.

"Good boy...Now finish yourself off, I haven't got all day. I expect three more of those things by tonight."

And abruptly stood up to leave. Great, apprentice. You've just been drafted into being a masturbation golem factory.

Well this certainly isn't something he's not used to, but damn it hurts every time. Oh well, he spits in his hand and decides to comply...before giving it a minor second thought. "Wait, why am I doing this again?"

"Because if I don't, I will say things to certain people that will make me the last woman you take to bed on this station. But if you help me, i'll keep you on the list of people to call in case I get that hungry again."

"So, you want three by the evening? Because I can give you four if you want..."

Sheeana surveyed her army of cumsprites. Utterly loyal. Utterly convinced she was their mistress. A fanatic army that she could unleash where needed. Truly her plans were coming to fruition. The seeds she had planted had grown. Her scheme had proved fertile. You get the idea.

She mounted the dias, and unsheathed her crysknife. Held aloft, it was the same milky white as they were (except for the few that were kinda yellowish).

"Long live the fi-"

Sandy's made sure he was clothed in a little as possible. It had been a pretty interesting night. Both of Ivan's wrists were still tied to the bedposts, and the little circles of dried candle wax on his chest looked slightly like a less elegant fluid. Then again, there was plenty of such another fluid elsewhere-- an overturned barrel shook now and again and whined "miiiiisssss..."

Ivan stirs slightly and his eyes open. The cumsprite's whining tone was enough to wake him from his rather uncomfortable position. His fingers wiggle and he pulls weakly at the binds before giving Sandoval a blank and almost...knowing, stare. Of course, his realization might be a bit delayed, so right now he just groans and tries to survey the damage around him. It's a little difficult to do when the room is spinning slightly.

"What....happened?"

"Nothing you've never seen and/or done before," he said, wiping off the jiggling, fleshy end of what looked like a cross between a fleshlight and a bike pump. "I... extracted a sizable population from you, and allowed you to do the same from me. The difference is mine does not talk." He grinned sultrily, and looked at the "nozzle."

"I think it's been long enough, you could go again."

"Why!?" he exclaims. His expression is a bit more panicky now that he eyes the object, and he squirms again to get free. He could easily go again, that's for sure, but not at the hands of...this guy.

IT HAS BEEN COMMANDED

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months later...

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