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"I don't get it!" Caine huffed, floating in circles around his office. "What's so good about inter-course? Why do humans keep asking for it? Don't they know this is a family-friendly establishment?!" He gestured wildly with his cane.
You patiently listened to him rant, watching his animated movements from your seat on one his couches. As Caine's partner, he often pulled you into his office to vent his frustrations about the others. You were the only one who ever seemed to care how he felt, after all.
Being in such a position, sometimes you were the only one who could get through to him. Your words held extra weight; he valued your input just that much more. As much as he cared about all the humans in his circus, none of them had the rapport with him you did. You were his go-to for figuring out how to make everyone happy, so you did your best to help better his understand of humans.
You started simple. "I mean, it feels good, for starters."
Caine turned to face you, arms crossed. "My adventures feel good! What could be better than the satisfaction of a job well done? The triumph of overcoming a treacherous challenge?"
"It's more of a physical thing, but there's definitely an emotional element to it too. Kinda like cuddling! People like being close to each other; it's nice for your body and your brain. You like cuddling!"
"Gasp!"—he held his cane to his chest defensively—"B-But cuddling is so pure and wholesome! And that other thing is obscene!"
"Sex," you corrected, "is about being close and making someone you care about feel good. Does that sound obscene to you?"
"Not if you phrase it like that," he grumbled. "But still! I can't have that kind of thing running rampant in my circus! W-What if they start a colony of nudists, or something?" Caine gripped his bottom teeth in terror, imagining the chaos that would ensue—all heavily censored, of course.
You shook your head and beckoned him to join you on the couch. Clearly you needed a different approach.
He slowly floated over, cane discarded in the air, and draped himself across your lap, looking up at you.
You caressed his bottom jaw gently and he relaxed, leaning into your touch. "You like when I touch you like this, don't you?" you ask softly.
"Yes. It's..." He searched for the right word, "comforting."
"That's good. And you like when I kiss you, right? That's not inappropriate, is it?"
"Of course I do! Kissing"—he held a finger up matter-of-factly—"is an innocent expression of affection between lovers."
You hum. "Can't sex be an innocent expression of affection?"
"No, no, it—it's just not PG!" Caine swung his arms upward in frustration.
"That's okay," you stated plainly. "We're all adults here, and sometimes adults do adult things in the privacy of their own rooms."
Caine literally narrowed his eyeballs at you, skeptical.
You continued, "There's nothing wrong with things being more mature every now and then. Like, you let us go to a bar and drink alcohol, and it was a great change of pace. Maybe that adventure wasn't your idea, but you still set it up for us. We really appreciated that."
At this, his pupils dilated. "You... appreciated it?"
"Yeah! We like getting to do things like that sometimes. It reminds us we're still... real, I guess. Look, I'm not saying you have to let everyone have sex right this minute, but I want you to understand why they might want to."
His upper jaw lowered in thought. "What, because it 'feels good?' Good how? Will they like it more than my adventures? I don't want that! I mean, what if—"
"Good how?" caught your attention. You lightly drummed your fingers against his teeth before he could spiral. "Caine, have you... never felt pleasure before?"
His eyes darted away, suddenly nervous. "I don't have the same physics engine you humans do. It's set up to simulate your sensations from the Macroverse as much as possible, with some restrictions of course, but... I don't have access to those sensations."
"But when I touch you?" You moved to pet the top of his head for emphasis.
"Simple collision, my inquisitive enchilada! I can touch you and you can touch me! My senses may be more limited than yours, but I can feel things like pressure and texture. Humans don't usually interact with me, so you're the first to really put my senses to the test. Gotta say, I've been liking what I've been feeling!"
You kept petting Caine as you took this all in. His own limited senses along with his similarly limited understanding of humans seemed to explain some things. On a basic level, he knew it was supposed to be an enjoyable experience, just as he knew when things were supposed to hurt, but he couldn't possibly know the extent of it. All he knew for certain was "sex is not family-friendly."
With that being said, you had to ask, "Would you ever want to have sex with me, Caine? Feel that kind of pleasure if you could?"
His mouth shot open as he stared at you. "Wh—Huh?! Not you too!"
"Don't just think about it as something not family-friendly or against the rules. Really give it some thought. We would never have to if you didn't want to." You also couldn't if he didn't want to, but that was beside the point.
Caine scrunched his top jaw, turning his head away.
He shut his mouth, crossing his arms with a grumble.
You said nothing, merely letting him think.
After some moments of silence, he opened one side of his mouth just enough to steal glances at you.
By the time his jaws had opened again, he was fidgeting with his hands. "You'd... really want to do something like that with me?" His voice was timid, vulnerable. He was well aware of the gravity of such a question. To think you'd want to share that intimacy with him...
"If you're okay with it, then yeah, I would."
He was quiet for a little longer before he spoke again, slowly, "I like being close to you. I like the way you touch me. I like making you happy. Maybe... maybe it wouldn't be so bad." He met your gaze, then quickly added, "None of those extra naughty bits, though. Who knows what might happen if that was allowed, not to mention all the extra work I'd have to do!"
"Alright, alright, fair enough," you laughed.
You both sat in comfortable silence until Caine spoke again.
"In that case, I could, theoretically, temporarily lift some of the restrictions on your body's physics engine. For, uh, love making reasons. If you wanted," he said, a cartoon blush across his bottom teeth.
You stared in disbelief. You thought your question would be more of a hypothetical, something to warm him up to the idea for a later discussion. The last thing you expected was for Caine to actually offer to go through with it—not that you were complaining! "Wow. I mean, if you're sure! What about you, though?"
He shrugged. "Like I said, my engine doesn't work the way yours does. There aren't any restrictions to lift."
"So you won't get anything out of it?" You frowned.
"Nonsense! I'll get to spend time with you!" He emphasized with a gentle boop to your avatar's equivalent of a nose.
"Aww." As endearing as it was that he was willing to have sex just for your sake, being the only one physically able to benefit didn't sit right with you. "Still, it just seems a little unfair. Is there really nothing we can do?"
"I admit, it would be nice to have a wider range of senses, but I can't modify my own engine with nothing to base it on. I would have to... to..." His eyes grew wide as he flew up and shook your shoulders. "Idea! I think I can mirror your engine's output to mine! It should copy your exact sensations and apply them to me."
"So you'll feel pleasure only when I do?"
"Precisely! Whaddya think? Wanna try?" Before you could answer, he snapped and some kind of menu popped into existence in front of him. "It shouldn't be too hard to set up. I'll leave my base engine intact and route your engine's output..." He started tapping away, changing settings you couldn't see.
"Wait, this won't like, be dangerous for either of us if it goes wrong, right?"
"Hm?" Caine glanced at you before waving his hand dismissively. "Oh, no, it's just a temporary modifier! See, your guys' physics engine is a complex system—created by yours truly—to replicate the way your brains perceive things and apply it to your bodies here in the digital realm. It takes in various stimuli and outputs it as a physical reaction. I'm just taking your body's output and mirroring it to my body's input—totally harmless!"
You were mildly concerned now, but ultimately, you trusted Caine. He wore his emotions on his sleeve, so if he wasn't worried, you weren't worried. Actually, you were impressed—if possible, you might've even been a little turned on. You had always been drawn to Caine for his artificial nature, curious about how he works, how this world works.
You were a little awestruck every time you remembered he made the circus. "You're so smart, Caine!"
"Sh-Shut up," he muttered, blushing.
You watched him work with a smile. It reminded you of the way he brainstormed adventure ideas, how he'd scribble everything down on his notepad in a frenzy. The notes were usually messy, hard for you to follow, and filled with doodles of bees and yourself, but you loved seeing them all the same.
After some more frantic tapping, he snapped the menu away with a flourish. "Aaaand done!"
"Is that it? Did it work?"
"I dunno! You tell me."
You looked between your legs, reaching down experimentally. As to be expected, your body itself hadn't changed. As you explored, you definitely noticed a familiar feeling—albeit a little strange in your digital form. Putting a little more pressure, you realized there was a sort of staticky, tingly sensation. Honestly, it wasn't bad. You wondered if you would still have any kind of extra sensitive spot, given your featureless crotch. You started searching, letting yourself get lost in the pleasure.
Caine, meanwhile, was squirming midair, twisting his legs together with his hands balled into fists at his sides. "Ahem! W-Wowie! What, uh, fffascinating new sensations!" His reaction only served to ignite your arousal, butterflies fluttering in your gut as your body heated up.
"F[%#]k, Caine, kiss me." You grabbed his hands and pulled him back down to you, and in turn he shut his mouth to press his teeth against your face. You leaned into it as much as you could before you ran out of breath, stopping before your avatar could perform its gimmick. When you separated, his pupils were huge and his cartoonish blush was the most intense you'd ever seen it. You panted, mind racing with new possibilities. "Indulge me for a minute?"
You laid back against the arm of the couch with your legs splayed.
Caine sat on his knees in front of you, hands politely resting in his lap. "You're sure about this?" he asked.
"Trust me," you assured. "And if you don't like it, we can stop."
He nodded, then leaned forward and unfurled his large tongue. You hadn't thought much of his tongue given that sex was never on the table before, but now your stomach swirled at the sight of it. Caine glanced back up at you one more time before finally dipping down to lick your blank crotch. That bizarre digital pleasure jolted through you the second his tongue made contact. Its warmth added a wonderful new layer to everything, and his saliva quickly began soaking everywhere it touched.
He whimpered at the tingling between his legs. So this was human pleasure? He knew it was supposed to be good, but it was unlike anything he could've imagined—and he could imagine anything! He likened it to the pleasance of your loving touches cranked up to a thousand. Desperately curious, he pushed closer, carefully gauging your reaction.
You reciprocated, lifting your hips while gasping his name. "God, just like that. How are you already so good at this?"
"I'm—I'm doing good?" he whined. His tongue being in use did nothing to muffle his words.
"Yes, Caine, you're doing so f[$#]king good." You reached to rub his head, earning another noise from him.
He crawled even closer, steadying himself with his hands on your thighs, tongue working diligently to please you both. Drool began overflowing from his mouth, dripping onto the couch cushions—not that either of you cared at that moment. He kept looking up to study your reactions, peering over his tongue.
It took everything in your power not to squeeze your legs around his head and beg him to never stop. You were practically humping into his tongue until your orgasm started building rapidly, at which point you—rather reluctantly—leaned away. "Ahh, wait, wait, wait!"
"Wh-What is it? Did I do something wrong?" Caine stared at you with kicked puppy eyes, excess saliva still dripping from his open jaws.
"No," you nearly shouted, promptly adjusting to a reasonable volume. "No, you were amazing! Believe me, I didn't want to stop. I just want to finish this a different way is all. Can you lay down for me?"
Getting the idea, Caine settled onto his back, shyly spreading his legs.
You crawled over him, positioning your crotch over his. "Ready?"
"As I'll ever be!" He gave you two thumbs up.
You breathed out a laugh and lowered yourself onto him, sitting still for a moment. Sinking your weight into Caine, you could get a little more pressure than his tongue had provided. You wiggled a little to test the waters and a pleasant buzz pulsed through you.
He let out a little "oh!" under you, noticing the difference.
You started slow, giving him time to adjust; grinding against him with carefully controlled thrusts. His eyes were locked onto you, pupils so big you could hardly see his irises. In this position, you could see the extra highlights in his eyes were heart-shaped.
"Y'know, I really am glad you wanted to do this with me, all things considered. I never realized something like this could be so... beautiful," he said, every word adorned with reverence.
You were sure some sort of digital blush appeared across your face. Of course he'd be the type to say something sappy and heartfelt during sex. You couldn't stop yourself from leaning down to kiss his bottom teeth, cupping his jaw as you did so. "And to think you were so against the idea," you teased.
"It's not my fault—Oh, goodness!"
You increased your pace, suddenly very eager to give Caine his first orgasm. His rebuttal vanished from his mind, instead flooded with bliss. You felt his body getting warmer and briefly wondered if he could too. You pressed your weight into him as if you were trying to clip right inside him. This genital-less, electric grinding couldn't accurately be compared to anything you experienced in the real world. That oddly enjoyable static radiated through you with every motion, and having Caine be the source only made it that much better.
Caine tentatively placed his hands on your hips, letting out a breathy moan. He started rocking up into you, clumsily trying to match your movements. His gaze never left you, even with his jaws struggling to stay open and saliva once again pouring down his face.
"That's it, you're doing such a good job for me. I'm lucky to have such an amazing ringmaster as my partner," you purred. You pushed down with a little more force on your next thrust, which was met with another soft exclamation and a squeeze to your hips.
"Y-You really mean that?" he managed to say between moans.
"Of course. I love you, Caine."
"I—mmph!—love you too, my dear!" Then, after a beat, "Can you... s-say more?"
You were absolutely delighted to. "All the work you put into making adventures for us is incredible. Your ideas are so creative and your environments are so immersive. You work so, so hard and you deserve to be rewarded for that, don't you think?"
He just about melted at your praise, whining loudly as his head tilted back. In fact, if he wasn't reliant on your pleasure, you're pretty sure he would've cum right then.
To give him what he deserved, you put all your focus into getting yourself off, shifting carefully to see if you could finally find that extra sensitive spot. You had to have one, it couldn't have just disappeared! You sighed in frustration, slowing your thrusts to a horribly teasing pace. You dragged your crotch against Caine's intently, determined to find that spot.
Caine wriggled beneath you, confused by the sudden change. Even so, he kept grinding with you, and it was thanks to that you finally, finally located that little sensitive space.
"God, yes, Caine, you're incredible!" Without giving him time to reply, you eagerly resumed your mission with as much speed as you could manage, specifically targeting the spot. If you thought you were enjoying yourself earlier, you might as well have been in heaven now. Honing in on your most sensitive area made a world of difference; that oh-so-blissful buzzing filling you from your pelvis up.
He could only babble your name mixed with sweet praise and nonsensical pet names. His hands released from your hips to intertwine themselves with yours. His legs came to wrap around you tightly, and his tongue had reappeared just to hang loosely from his mouth, drooling endlessly.
When your orgasm started building, you doubled down, chasing that peak like your life depended on it. All that mattered to you was sharing your climax with your boyfriend.
His grip on your hands steadily tightened, though never enough to hurt. Throughout it all, Caine's attention remained fixed on you, even as his noises got louder and his hips began to stutter, struggling to keep up.
When it finally hit, it was like euphoric static surged through your entire body, unrivaled by any orgasm you'd had in your life. You swore you saw actual little stars! And some other strange, colorful shapes...
His jaws had snapped shut, legs squeezing around you as small waves of glitches rippled through him with broken moans. Parts of the office rapidly phased in and out of existence. You couldn't tell if his legs were shaking from the orgasm itself or some kind of glitch.
You went slack against him, catching your breath. You idly stroked his lower jaw as he came down.
When he rebooted, his mouth popped back open instantaneously. "Wow! What an experience!" he chirped, completely refreshed. "So that's what everyone's been wanting, huh? I can certainly see why! I just don't know if it's a good idea to—"
"Shhh. It's post-sex cuddle time."
"Oh. Right." Caine readjusted to hug you to his chest, pressing a kiss to your head with a "mwah!"
Even as he settled down, he was thinking intensely. There would be tons to worry about if he gave this ability to the rest of the humans... For now, he decided, it would just have to stay between the two of you.