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It was a peaceful day in the circus, everyone had gathered in the common area to learn of today's activities. Usual chatter was amongst them.
Caine appeared and shouted. “Good morning, my superstars! I hope you are all ready for an exciting day of adventure! I got a couple of fun options for today!” as usual with his over the top energy, most of the cast had gotten used to this.
“Options? You don't normally give us those.” Zooble pointed out, the most observant as always.
“Yes! As one of you politely acknowledged. I really don't give much of a choice around here. So hows about we change some of that!” He tapped his cane and a table appeared, on it three envelopes.
“Each of these have their own activity, when you're ready you can go to it and be whisked away!” He informs. “On this one we have; Doodles and Dangles! This one; Capture the Cushion! And lastly; Journey to Candy Mountain! Choose wisely.” and the group split off to their respective choices.
All except you.
You approached Caine, who looked at you with interest. “You have an idea for a solo adventure? Well do tell, I'm all teeth!” he crosses a leg and leaned over his cane. His horrible attempt to change the metaphor to fit his anatomy aside.
You tell him this adventure needs an isolated place, perhaps a bedroom would work?
Caine, even more intrigued, snapped his fingers and they found themselves in a room with a skylight.
"So, tell me more-" Right as he says this you reach in and grab his tongue right out of his head part mouth, he's shocked immediately and begins trying to speak, "Ah! Cohl youh plehth leth goh- Ah!?" Caine tried asking nicely only to have you run your thumb over his tongue, making Caine shudder in an unfamiliar way for the AI.
Caine's hands hovered around his shoulders, his eyes watching your hands, as he floated there. Every time he wanted to think about speaking or giving actions you would glide your hand back up his tongue, causing a tingling sensation up his spine and resetting any thoughts from forming.
You simply enjoyed watching Caine, it was cute how his eyes crossed to watch your hands, how his body twitched unconsciously, how his legs were moving close together. You really doubt he had even thought of putting parts down there so that idea was out the window, but you know sometimes better ideas are in the attic.
Just this simple action was riling Caine up, you could watch as he was getting closer to regaining his composure between strokes. You didn't mind this, he looked to be enjoying himself but better to ask.
"F-feel good?" Caine had to think that over though it was answered immediately by the tips of your digits. "Yeth! Ith feehl goohd~" he found it a bit hard to speak with your hand in his mouth though logically that never stopped him before. Just the tingling electric sensation from the delicate touch of your hand was making logical thought quite hard to do.
"Mohre?" Caine wondered, what more could you offer him? Excitement began to bubble up in his stomach, oh he wanted to know. You take your hands out of his tongue and wipe them on your digital body.
"You want me to- What now?" Caine asked, he stared at you like you had extra heads, "Beg? I’m afraid I don’t do that, my dear." Caine straightened out and crossed his arms, looking away from you to hold some level of dignity.
You shrug and stretch, guess you won't be showing him what more there is. Oh well, this room is pretty though, the open ceiling allowing for beautiful rays of light in, the walls round to leave no edges of darkness. You could see vines growing up the walls and paintings of previous performers before you. Under them was a rather bright red couch, always the one for eccent-
"Okay! Fine! Have it your way!" Gotcha. You turn to Caine and gesture for more. You watched as Caine squirmed, and struggled to get it out. Cute.
"C-could you… please… show me more?..." Caine's voice grew smaller with every word, that isn't saying a lot with how loud he normally is. But you do nod your head or what ever is the equivalent and make your way back over.
Caine felt the warmth of embarrassment channeling through his body but it was paired with something more, something more fiery, it excited him and made the request more bearable. He watched with bated breath as your hands made their way back to his head. Instead of touching his tongue your hands found his lower incisors.
Caine rolled his eyes as you requested him to keep his mouth open. His head was usually open so why ask- a burst of excitement went up his spine as you yanked his head forward roughly, telling him it wasn't a request but a command. Caine felt fuzzy all over when you let go of his head, he's never been commanded before.
No one has ever told him what to do before, it just wasn’t the nature of his world. Even right now he was very much still in control, one snap of his fingers and you would be back to the grounds. But the idea of you stopping was way worse than giving up some level of control.
So he kept his head mouth open, like you told him too. The admission to himself left his mind fuzzy.
Your hands hadn't even done anything yet, speaking of your hands they found their way back to his incisors, feeling over the smooth but flexible material. You were surprised they were kinda squishy, expecting them to be hard like normal teeth.
When you squeezed his central incisor the fuzzy feeling was replaced by a sudden burst of something shocking. Caine let out a sound he's never heard of before, “Ah-huh!” his body jolting in on itself, your hand moved out just in time as his top jaw snapped shut.
It was dark in his mouth but Caine could hear you tutting at him. “It was just unexpected!” He peaked out his teeth, looking slightly bad for disobeying. “Huh? But you weren’t hurt, why should I be sorry?” He cocked his head to the side, his teeth brow flexing up to one side, showing his confusion.
You reprimanded him for failing to do as you said, so now he must apologize and ask again. Caine looked reluctant again, but found that warm buzzy feeling never went away. It took less time for him to mutter out. “I’m sorry… please continue…” he couldn’t make eye contact right now, his eyes shifting from the floor to you to his hands.
Any reluctance was replaced with warmth and buzz again as you praised him. He opened his head again, looking up at you. You reached forward again and squeezed his lower incisor. “H-hhg~” The soft whimper that escaped him, his jaw shivering in self restraint.
He could feel how your hands feel over them, moving to his lateral incisors, it was like he was hyper aware of every movement of your hands, the way they tickle just right, the way the squeeze brought a sound out of him. “Agh!~” He wished he could blush from it.
You moved him backwards, pushing him back into the couch you saw earlier, making him lay out for you. You don’t think he even noticed the change as you kept a good pressure on his teeth, god those sounds he made. To see the pseudo-god of this world laying on a couch, slightly spread out for you while his eyes seemed unfocused on something else.
Caines hand suddenly grabs your wrist, you freeze for a moment, worried that you’re stepping a boundary but relax as he let out a whimper. “More~” He focused long enough to look at you with sweet pleading eyes.
Caine hoped he would get to feel more of your hands. He could feel an itch in him that he desperately wanted to be scratched but when he asked you pulled your hands away and tutted again. Caine frowned as you say he didn’t say please and was being impatient.
He looked away, “I’m sorry…” he mumbles. His eyes bulging out as you suggest he summon his all seeing eyes. “Why?” he did so, seeing as you asked him too.
He looked through them and saw you both on the couch, layered together. “Watch myself?...” he got heated at the idea. You elaborated.
Caine got more warm as you described how he had to watch himself, look at how he loses himself to the pleasure. “O-Oh my, that would be quite interesting~”
You reach in while he was in thought and started massaging his teeth again, they were nice to squeeze, a little cold with a firm foam block density and shiny smooth outside feel.
“Gah!~” Caine came back to reality and immediately lost himself again as you worked him malleable, the debauched sounds coming from his vocal source was beyond embarrassing, and now he could watch himself. He could see how his eyes space out, his tongue lolled out of his mouth. As you move closer to his molars he had no choice but to feel the shocks of pleasure more and more.
Your warm touch was a contrast to his cold inside. A fire started in his gut from watching a trail of drool escape his mouth. Only for the burn go grow more and more. “hmmmmaaah~ w-warm~” he muttered out, voice lost already and thoughts getting fuzzier by the second.
“Hah!~ Please!” Caine gasped and cried out as you push your fingers into the gaps of his molars, working hard to really squeeze his teeth.
The fire, electricity, pleasure, lust! It was accumulating in his body and working his vocal source into a frenzy. “HAha, mmgh gah! ple- HHGGh!~” He could only watch as his body jolt and kicked and hear the sounds that left him.
His eyes went blue and his body went rigid. You pull your hands out of his head mouth thing and watch his face, a blue screen of death clear across his eyes, paired with that lovely dial up and static.
Caine came back and relaxed limply, his breath heavy and brain woozy. “hhff.. wow… that was quite the adventure!” he exclaimed.
You agree and ask if he'd want to have another sometime.
“Would I!”
Would You?