“I’m not rolling the fucking dice! I’ll just hold it. Forever!” Chelsea clutched the dice tightly in her fist. Her knuckles went white as she shook, hand trembling.

“Chels I don’t think-“

“No! None of us think and now look at Ember. She’s a robot. I don’t even know if she’s in there anymore.” Chelsea pointed angrily at Ember’s now fully robotic form.

“I am still in here…” Ember said softly, her voice coming out with a slight metallic twinge. “It is just hard to think. I do not feel as if I am fully myself.” Her eyes blinked, the blue glow cut off momentarily.

“See Matty. This is what I’m saying. Ember’s all fucked up. There’s something in the basement. You’ve got a something behind that door trying to fuck you. And Ry is possessed by the damn game. We can’t keep playing. What if it only gets worse? What if what happened to Ember or Ry happens to us!”

“Chels we can’t not play.” He walked over gripping her wrist tightly. “Ry or whatever you are in their body, if we reach the middle and someone wins, what happens to all of us?”

“Should any player reach the end, all effects and actions from the game shall be undone. However, should any player wish to retain any physical effects or the results of any actions, they may state so before the game begins.” Ry said cold and unforgivingly.

“And none of us did that right?”

“No players stated that. All effects and actions shall be reversed.” Ry said without blinking.

“See Chels. It’ll be fine. No matter what happens, it’ll all be undone. Ember will be back to herself. I’ll be good and clear. No foul play.”

“Matty you can’t be serious. Embs is a robot. I- How-” Chelsea whispered on the verge of tears.

“Ember will be fine. I know you’re scared about her-”

“You don’t get it! What if-”

Matty cupped her face shutting her up. “Ember’s stronger than all of us. And I promise you, she’ll be back to herself soon. But you have to roll the dice Chels. I need you to do that.” His hand on her wrist tightened, shaking it gently.

“Matty I can’t do this. I can’t fucking do this. Please don’t make me-“ Matty flicked her wrist. Her hand flew open sending the dice flying across the room. She looked at her open hand and then up at Matty eyes wide.

“I’m sorry Chels. We have to see this through. We…I…I’m scared too but we have to get our friends back. No matter what happens.”

Chelsea’s piece began to slide across the board slowly inching forward.

“The garden grows for you and another, choose a partner to prepare you for your lover.”

Chelsea trembled and shook softly. She opened her mouth to speak, a dozen thoughts of fear and panic filling her mind. “Ember.” She said quickly covering her mouth. She turned to look at Ember. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to say it. I tried not to. I-“

Ember stood up, her joints creaking slightly as she did. She held out her hand to Chelsea. “Come on Chelsea. It is my pleasure to prepare you for your trip to the garden.”

Chelsea slowly reached out and slid her fingers over the cold metal of her once warm friend’s hand remembering how often she held it when hanging out. She pulled herself up and stood next to Ember, suddenly feeling small compared to the robot girl. The robot wrapped her arm around Chelsea’s waist and began to lead her away and out of the room.

Matty opened his hand. Inside of it sat the dice. He sighed and steeled himself, taking a deep breath.

Matty looked over at Ry sitting there, that stupid smirk on their face. “How did you know? Even I haven't even come out to everyone yet. How could you possibly know I’m bi let alone have a-”

“When you chose your piece and set it on the board, you gave us unrestricted access to your deepest desires and internal thoughts.” The voice that was Ry’s but never seemed to sound like him said.

“Great. A psychic board game wants to fuck me. That’s so fun.”

“We are not a board game. We are a combination of spells and enchantments designed to awaken and satisfy each and every desire of the player. We can best be described as a self aware pleasure device.”

“And that in there-” Matty pointed towards the door where his “lover” waited. “That is then not a part of you? Or is it because I don’t know what’s going on anymore!”

“That has become your desires manifested in reality. One of many spells we have. Some desires you yourself might not even be fully aware of yet, but that is a part of our goal, to help facilitate the embracing of yourself.”

Matty sighed. “And what about Ry. Do you now play for them?”

“This is a temporary effect and when a new one replaces it I shall return to the board as a facilitator allowing for Ry to satisfy any desires they possess. Of which there are many.”

“None of us will be hurt right? When this is all done, we’ll all be fine?”

Ry nodded their head. “All players have currently elected to have all transformations removed and all physical attributes purged. As a courtesy, we will also return all physical forms to the moment before the box was opened and set out. We understand that some players find the game to be a jarring experience on their first use.”

“First use.” Matty mumbled under his breath. “Fine. I just needed to make sure. This group, we’re all we each really have.” He ran his fingers through his short hair, something he only did when stressed.

“This was abundantly clear to us. There are many deep bonds forged that shall only grow deeper over the game.”

Matty shook his hand and tossed the dice. “Just don’t mess anything up.” The dice slid to a stop face up. Matty’s piece began to move, the center space on the board already spinning up.

“Your lover awaits impatiently for your soul. A simple trigger shall give them control.”

“A trigger. Like a-”

Matty was cut off as the door flew open, blown outward by a burst of fire that scorched the air. Matty turned to look over his shoulder into the waiting room beyond, the heat radiating out of it burning all the moisture out of the air.

“Come slut. Accept Your Servitude.” A slow, seductive voice rumbled from the bed.

Matty felt his legs go weak. He stood, knees shaking and began to stumble forward. Each step he could feel his resistance shrinking away, feel his free will fading away replaced by a need to obey another. He hesitated slightly at the doorway, fingertips brushing against the frame. He opened his mouth to protest, dry throat cracking.

“Enter and seal the door. I do not wish to be disturbed.” His master said toying with the draped fabric that hung across his body. He stroked it sensually drawing Matty’s eyes with each movement of his fingers.

Matty turned and gripped the door handle tugging it inward. He could see Ry smile and give an almost robotic wave as the door closed, encasing him in the heat and darkness of the firelit room beyond.

“Undress for me slut. I wish to admire my prize.” The demon leaned forward, their red tinted skin glistening with sweat in the firelight. The fabric fell from their hairy chest, leaving it pooling around their waist.

Matty turned and began to remove his shirt. He was physically in shape, not as chiseled as the demon before him, but still enough to be considered athletically inclined. He slowly undid the button on his jeans and gripped the waistband and his underwear underneath as he slid them down to his ankles. He carefully kicked them off with his sneakers and socks, leaving them discarded on the floor.

The warm stone felt smooth on his feet, with just enough roughness to remind him he was standing on carved rock. The fire warmed his skin, tickling at it with soft embers. He looked down at himself slightly nervous. He knew what was coming and while he had fantasized about it, even played with himself, he had never put more than two fingers in himself. He wondered if it would hurt, could it hurt, the game did say he’d be fine. 

His cock began to twitch as he grew aroused thinking about what might happen. He tried not to think about it, standing there naked, looking down at his feet.

“You grow aroused slut. Speak of what turns you on so. Leave no details out.”

Matty trembled, it was as if each word was a hook in his head. He tried to fight it. He wasn’t sure he wanted his first time to be like this.

“Accept Your Servitude.” The words rang out from his master’s mouth sending a wave of pleasure rushing right into Matty’s brain. Suddenly every wall that placed itself in the way crumbled into a wave of submission.

Matty closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the rich brimstone smell, hands tentatively running over his thighs. He couldn’t remember why he was fighting this, he didn’t want to fight it, in fact it felt better to give in.

“I was thinking about how you will feel in me. I’ve never taken anything bigger than a few fingers so your glorious cock must be much bigger. I wondered if it would feel painful or pleasurable but I don’t think it matters.”

“Good slut. Accept Your Servitude. Come and worship my glorious cock and should your mouth satisfy me, I shall reward you.” The demon removed the fabric revealing a massive cock. Matty stepped closer slowly, eventually climbing on the bed to kneel. He began to crawl over between his master’s legs. He brought his face closer, admiring the flared head of the horsecock. It was easily as large as Matty’s arm and just as wide, the head was already dripping a large sticky bead of precum. Matty watched as the light flickered in it.

He leaned in, no hesitation filled his mind anymore as his deepest desires came to be. His tongue pressed flat against the head, sliding up it, capturing the bead in his mouth before pulling it up and into his mouth. He swallowed it, eyes shutting closed tightly. It was as if every command he obeyed sent a wave of pleasure into his mind.

He quickly wrapped his mouth around the head entirely surprised his jaw could open so wide. The demon grinned. “Good slut. Now pleasure me.” Matty quickly obliged and began to bob his head. He had seen enough porn to know what to do even if he had never done it before. He ran his tongue over the cock letting it drag along the base as he took more and more of it. He knew there was no way he could take the whole thing without it going into his stomach, but deeper still in his mind, he knew he had to try.

More and more, deeper down he forced the cock. The more he took the less he realized he didn’t have trouble breathing around it. He thanked master for whatever magic it was that allowed this and continued his work. He could feel each pulse along the base, each twitch in his throat. It felt so good. He wondered how it would feel inside of him.

Matty felt something wrap around his cock and looked up at his master. The demon smirked and pet his head pushing another half inch into his throat forcing him to gag. He closed his eyes as the demon’s tail began to slowly flick across the head of his cock. Matty moaned and felt himself begin to leak. He had never felt anything like this before. It was as if all of his senses were turned into overdrive. He couldn’t think, no he didn’t want to think, just take more cock, give more pleasure, Accept His Servitude.

Matty felt the wave of cum erupt from the cock into his eager throat. It quickly shot down into his stomach. He could feel the demon’s full balls begin to empty inside of him, each twitch sending them bouncing up into his jaw. Matty felt the cum fill his stomach and start to go back up his throat. He tried to keep it in but felt it shoot out around the cock and explode out at the edge of his mouth.

Matty stumbled and slipped off of the cock from the force. The last bit of cum splashing against his face as he fell facedown onto the bed. Cum leaked out from his mouth, spreading across the sheets as he moaned eyes wrapped in bliss.

“Such a good little slut. Now I shall reward you for being so well behaved. Spread your ass for me.”

The demon rose to his knees and slowly moved behind the slumped over human. Matty became vaguely aware of his hands moving on their own to grip his ass and spread his cheeks. He felt the pleasure course through him as he obeyed, his tight hole eagerly squeezing in excitement.

The demon smirked and leaned down, long tongue stretching out above it. A long trail of steaming drool dripped down, landing right on Matty’s eager hole. It burned lightly, a warm heat filling through him. He moaned as one of the demon’s clawed fingers began to massage it gently around his hole.

“You are mine slut. Now let me claim you. Accept Your Servitude.”

Matty gasped, eyes going wide as his cock began to press against him. It pushed roughly into his ass, stretching him wide. He felt a harsh sting of pain as his body began to stretch around it to accommodate it. Some part of him, deep beneath the waves of pleasure radiating off of the pain, was aware that the magic must be allowing him to take more and more of the cock, but even so, he didn’t care. He needed the cock buried in him. He needed to Accept His Servitude.

The demon pushed deeper, slowly forcing the entire head inside Matty with a pop. The human trembled, cock twitching in the demon’s tail as cum began to leak out from it. The demon smirked and began to rock their hips. They paid no mind to Matty’s moans, their trembling whimpers as they pushed deeper inside with each thrust. They forced the human to take every inch, stretching them deeper and deeper.

Matty could feel the cock bulging out his stomach. He looked underneath himself and could see it. Could see his cum coated stomach being pushed around as the cock pushed further and further inside of him. He moaned and closed his eyes, only one thought on his mind as he was pushed deeper and deeper into. 

I Accept My Servitude.

Ember stopped near the bathroom that sat adjacent to the dining room. Both Chelsea and her could smell the growing florals coming from the large dining room. Chelsea looked up at Ember, fear etched across her face. Ember gently took her hand and opened the bathroom door gesturing for her to walk in. Chelsea nodded and walked in standing awkwardly between the toilet and the wall.

Ember entered the small room which left barely enough for the two of them to stand comfortably.

“Ember, what are you going to do to me?” Chelsea asked nervously looking away as the door shut, sealing them off.

Ember turned around her mind running two scenarios at once. Her human brain told her that she had to calm Chelsea down. Her friend was running nervous and would end up hurting herself if she didn’t take a breath and calm down. Plus she didn’t like when Chelsea was nervous, it meant something bad was happening.

Her other brain, the robotic one, was rationalizing everything. It knew that she had to prepare Chelsea. In fact it was eager and excited to fulfill its duties. A part of those thoughts excited Ember beyond belief. But the other part of the mechanical brain was going to force her to do things to Chelsea that she had never wanted to do.

No it wasn’t that she didn’t want to do it, she had certainly imagined what it would be like to kiss Chelsea, to eat her out, to pleasure her. Especially since Chelsea was always complaining about never getting any good action and always joking that she and Ember would just hook up one day. Ember always wished a part of her was serious about it. Not even in a romantic way, but just because, she thought Chelsea was pretty, and cute, and would be really, really, really-

Errant thought. Processes need to continue. Unit needs to prepare player designation Chelsea.

The thought interrupted Ember’s train as the robotic brain interrupted her mental state.

‘Could you not interrupt me. If we dive right in we will scare her. We can’t just do what you’re thinking about doing.’

Query. Why not? It is our objective.

‘She’s a person. And a friend. It wouldn’t be right to do it without her permission.’

Player designation Chelsea chose us for this. She has agreed to it already.

‘It isn’t the same.’

Query. What would you suggest?

Ember blinked, the glow fading slightly. “Chelsea. It’s me. Ember. I need you to say this okay. I know this-”

Chelsea threw her arms around Ember’s neck hugging her friend tightly. “Ember I’m so scared. I was so worried you were gone. I can’t do this. I can’t. I know I play tough all the time but I’m so scared right now and I can’t do this. I just-”

Ember gently patted her friend’s back stroking gently careful to avoid her long hair with her joints so it wouldn’t get caught and pulled. “I’m here. But there’s a part of me, the robot part, that has to do its job. The game won’t go on if I don’t prepare you. I need you to be okay with this with what I’m going to do to you.”

Chelsea leaned back still holding her arms around Ember’s neck. “What are you-” realization hit her face and caused her to blush. Ember could also tell Chelsea’s heart rate elevated. “Is it- I was always kinda joking. You don’t have to-”

“Chelsea, I’m going to kiss you now. My programming is demanding it. The game is-” Ember opened her hand between them, the dice sitting in it. “I promise, it will feel good. I have certain upgrades to make sure of that. I just I want you to-”

Chelsea smiled and gripped Ember’s hand, closing her fingers around the dice. “I know. I get it. I just am glad you’re still here with me.”

“Always.” Ember leaned in kissing Chelsea. It was different then any kiss before. She couldn’t exactly feel Chelsea’s lips on hers so much as feel the warmth in them. Her body was processing the sensations of it without her actually experiencing it.

Chelsea moaned into the kiss bringing Ember back to the moment. She opened her mouth and slipped her tongue against Chelsea’s lips. Chelsea opened her mouth, her head turning thirty five degrees to the side. Ember matched the angle exactly and slowly slid her tongue over Chelsea’s. Her robotic brain had told her that she was designed to secrete an aphrodisiac that would help ease Chelsea’s mind and body as soon as this happened but she hadn’t expect the result.

Immediately as their tongues connected, Chelsea shook, her body trembling as she shoved her chest up against Ember. The smaller girl was significantly more well endowed then Ember even before her robotic change. Chelsea gasped eyes going wide. Her pupils dilated, saliva creation increased, arousal levels spiking. Ember could read all of these signs as her robotic brain processed what to do next.

Begin kissing her neck. Her posture and significant flushing indicates-

Her robotic brain was cut off by Chelsea pushing her back against the wall. Ember gasped, even though she did not need air to breathe, she was merely surprised by the force. The wall buckled under the weight of the robotic girl.

Ember smirked, without the sensations of Chelsea’s hands tearing off her shirt, the feeling of her lips pressed against Ember’s cold neck, the way she smelled, Ember could just marvel out how much Chelsea wanted her. Actually she needed her. She could feel the warmth radiate off of her hands through the cold metal exterior as her hands traveled up Ember’s sides and stomach, gripping at the hard shell of her breasts.

Deleting human personality identity Ember. 

“Wait what?” Ember said snapping back to reality as she felt a cold chill start to creep up her spine.

Game has ruled. “Human emotions can really hold you back. Replace that pesky brain with a data stack.”

“No. God no.” Her eyes glanced towards the sink where the dice slowly disappeared in a puff of smoke away from her hands. She growled angrily and tried to claw at her head. Her name was Ember, she was twenty seven, she was a- Suddenly she couldn’t remember what it was she did for a living. She could feel the cold chill of programming erasing her mind and converting it into storage space.

She tried to think back to last week, what she had for breakfast yesterday, her favorite color. Slowly one by one she felt each answer slip through her fingers, a cold embrace wrapping around her thoughts, wires and cords downloading the data, eating away at her. She could feel her memories, her feelings, start to download as if she was being pulled at. She tried to fight it, a cold mechanical embrace squeezing tighter around her, pulling her, draining her deeper away.

“Please I’m not replaceable. I’m a person. Please. My name is Ember. I’m a person. My name is- My name-”

Ember’s eyes pulsed bright blue for a second, her body slowly going limp. Suddenly her eyes glowed a rich purple, the same color of the streak she dyed in her hair. “Unit has removed unnecessary information and cataloged it. Unit will now continue preparing the player designation Chelsea.”

Ember’s body turned in a split second with inhuman speed. She gripped Chelsea’s waist spinning and placed her against the wall. Her hands slid up the smaller girl’s sides gripping her arms and yanking them upward, pinning Chelsea’s hands above her head roughly. She shifted her hands quickly, pinning both of her wrists in one robotic grip, locking it to a fixed point against the wall. Her other hand carefully began using a microscopic blade that sat in her pointer finger to carefully remove every inch of clothing from Chelsea’s body. It sliced through them leaving them in shreds on the floor.

“Ember…” Chelsea whined bucking her hips towards the robot.

“Ember is no longer here. She has been cataloged and placed away for necessary information.” Ember’s body said without a hint of emotion.

Chelsea pouted and shook her head. “I want Ember back. You give me her back.”

“Query. Ember is still located as data. What would you like back?”

“I want my Ember back! Give her to me! Give her back!” Chelsea writhed in the grip of the robot girl, hands flailing.

“Ember is not here. I can respond as she would if that is preferable. I do possess all of her knowledge.”

“Giver her back to me! Give her back now! I need you Embs. I need you!”

“Chels. Please. Listen to reason-”

“You do not get to use that. Don’t call me that. You may be her body and have her memories but you aren’t her. She’s much more than just that now you give her back.”

“Query is inv-”

“GIVE ME BACK MY EMBER NOW!” Chelsea screamed her face deep red.

The soft plink of the dice off of Ember’s head and onto the floor between both girls caused them to stop and stare. Neither one knew how it had returned so quickly, and neither one knew what was coming.

Ry had felt the dice land in their hand and had felt the game in possession of their body quickly throw it onto the board. It was nothing if not efficient they marveled. Even while possessed they were able to sense and be aware of every word, every thought, every action. The game seemed both to control them but also aware that they were a willing host. It was as if it knew Ry wouldn’t fight them on anything. It really was quite a feat.

The dice came to a stop quickly.

“Only one half of the whole has entered the game. A partner is needed to play it the same.”

Ry had wondered if this would be the case. They suspected based on everyone else that the game knew what everyone’s internal thoughts and feelings were so it must’ve surmised that their partner wasn’t here and this seemed like the kind of thing they would enjoy, especially if the changes could be permanent.

Ry felt the game guide their hand opening their phone. They pulled up their latest message and began to type out.

“Hey babe. Come to Ember’s new place. We have a really fun game happening. I’ll unlock the door, just lock it behind you. Pick a piece and place it on the board. Oh and make sure to think that you want anything that happens to be permanent. If you can’t find anyone just hop on in. I’m sure you’ll find someone soon enough.”

The game hesitated almost awaiting Ry’s approval. Ry’s thumb pressed the send button and off the message went.

Almost immediately Ry felt the possessive spirit of the game start to leave their body. They took a deep breath, sensations rushing back into their control. They turned to look at the dice as it slowly disappeared leaving behind a small puff of smoke.

“Huh. Fast turn. Wonder when I’ll get some fun.” Ry stood up and walked over to the front door and quickly unlocked the two locks.