NT Re-Runner

“In the wake of the joining of a new Primal and Dem-God into what became known as ‘The Artificer’ there was a period of rapid, uncontrolled advancement into a new age. In a mere hundred years the innovation overtook the dark ages at nearly every corner of the globe to pave developed metropolises. Populations skyrocketed as all peoples suddenly found themselves living with more than they were used to. Too much, almost. The priority was no longer how to bring the necessary amenities to all peoples, but instead how can we sell ours, and for how much? Mega Corporations formed on simple foundations and within the primordial soup of what was going to turn into the new age the fish began feeding and growing fat until only a few were swimming.

The enigmatic Cheshire Analytics controlled by a shadowy board, Fennek Arms, the first Corp to become the state it inhabited, Kaleid-Maran with its ties to each of the Elders of Dragon kind located on the Maran Continent and the competing Aoian enterprises of Hexcorp and the family run Yung Corporation.”

“Why’re you reading out the intro to one of my old essays, Mom?” Garland questioned, frowning at the way his tie looked. It seemed quite big, but a thought occurred to him that perhaps it was just his chest that was small.

“Ugh… This is really the suit she picked… It’s so tight.”

“I think you look great, sweetie~” Lajoi gushes tonally while running her hands over the tight suit. She runs it down Garlands waist to his ass and his groin, feeling it rather forwardly. It was the type of power move that he had come to associate with affection, since it was the only real language Lajoi, his mother, spoke.

“It is tight… She has good taste… Hmm, well, she was my client so it basically like I was the one who picked her out for you.”

“Mom!” Garland shouted, squirming out of her grasp, but not before leveling a firm smack to her rear.

“I chose her because-” He blushed.

“W-well I was a fan first.”

“Hee hee.” Lajoi giggled.

“Well, maybe it’s just that you have as much of a clever taste as I do. I know you inherited your father’s good looks.”

“Did I inherit your body?” Garland questioned bitterly, eying himself in the mirror. No matter which angle he looked at himself from he kind of gave off the impression of a teenage girl in a suit and tie.

“It sucks.”

“You’re still growing.” She waved it off, her tits bouncing with her little tie falling between her cleavage quite intentionally.

“I didn’t start growing ‘out’ until I was around your age so logically speaking you should start growing soonish. If not… Well, you’re quite cute, you know?” Looking over her son, he was quite unique for his kind. A fox with pale white hair and dual tails. Lajoi was a young member of an extremely prestigious bloodline, so peculiarity was to be expected, and it was almost a bonus when it happened. When she asked her own mother about it she was told that it was abnormal and rare, but not necessarily good or bad. The effects would have to be seen. She was always thinking about that response because the answer had yet to be seen.

“Uhm…” Garland shifted where he stood, feeling the now all too familiar strain between his legs. A cage that had been installed on him as soon as he got married.

“I can take this thing off on the wedding night, right?”

“That’s up to Aphra sweetie.” Lajoi gave Garland’s as a pat and like a mother bird shoving her chick from the nest she grabbed his shoulders and pushed him out onto the carpet where his dad was waiting with his hand outstretched. Garland set aside the strangeness and smiled at his father’s kind face before taking his hand and shaking it. They began walking side by side.

“You always let Mom do whatever she wants.”

“In my culture we don’t exactly question the authority of women. You kinda just follow orders, avoid thinking too much and go with the flow. If you’re lucky like me you’re into that. Heh.” He offered with a wide, dopey smile. It was just the norm. Asra was an Aniyub, as far as Garland could gather. Over time growing up however Garland noticed his father change little by little until Asra looked quite similar to Lajoi, his doting wife. He often carried a very relaxed expression and posture and was never upset at anything. Not that Garland could tell. He used to play sports, apparently, but that life faded into the background after he left college and married Lajoi.

“Your mom was always someone who I was happy to let take advantage of me. It was one of our vows. Which, speaking of…” He went into the pockets of his robe and handed Garland a folded up piece of paper.

“Vows.”

Garland took the paper gratefully. “How’d you know that-”

“That you hadn’t finished?” Asra nodded his head, holding back a chuckle.

“You’re clever like your mom, not simple and poetic like me. I think you probably never found the right words but you had all the right ideas. So… I picked up all the drafts and put ‘em together in a way that sounded right to me.” He shrugged, tail wagging behind him.

“Thanks dad…” Garland hugged him.

“Don’t mention it kiddo. Just remember your dumb old dad is good for some stuff. Not just looking good.” He patted Garland and let him go, urging him forward as he stood for a second, then took his seat near the front. After a minute music started and Lajoi led Aphra out in her pure white dress with her thick veil covering her face.

Aphra was a beautiful girl and it was by trade. The girl was at one point a headlining idol scouted by Lajoi specifically to market Fennek’s products and sell entertainment to the masses. The girl was a hit in Aoia but eventually lost tracktion. Garland never stopped being her biggest fan, however. Garland smiled at the scene, then grew a bit annoyed as he noticed his Mother was definitely feeling up Aphra just because she could. Once the girl was at the altar Lajoi urged her forward with a hand remaining on the girl's ass until she was out of range. Lajoi scampered over to Asra and plopped down happily in his lap, despite there being an open seat reserved for her. The man obviously just let it happen, smiling as if nothing was wrong.

“Hi.” Garland whispered nervously as she stepped up. He took Aphra as being just as nervous because the beautiful girl made a face behind her veil and merely nodded. Technically they were not supposed to speak until their vows, so it wasn’t too odd. He waited patiently through the little black-haired Fox’s sermon before finally the moment he was anticipating. The moment he was asked to lift the veil he did so excitedly.

Huh? He thought he saw something. Like a gulping motion.

Did she just swallow some gum? Maybe to freshen her br-

Garland shook, trying not to shudder in ecstasy as the girl’s breath, colored by whatever mint she was sucking on, now freed from the confines of the veil and washed over him. The breath was not like the result of any gum he was aware of. If anything it kind of resembled the smell of their living room after Lajoi had organised a house party that he was never allowed to come out and join. It had tones of that, but also something else like sweat. But the sweaty scent was not a part of her breath. Instead it just seemed to hang around near her face, which looked a bit shiny. Her makeup was haphazard, like it had been fixed in a hurry.

“Hi.” Aphra shrugged, smiling brightly. It was the smile she would commonly give a camera, but Garland knew she smiled differently in private. He grew a bit sombre as he stared at her curiously.

What is going on? Why is Aphra so strange? He wondered awkwardly. Vows were about to begin. As Aphra finished her very standard vows Garland unfolded his own and recoiled. He shot a sharp look to Asra, who just waved back innocently.

Sh-shit! Why did I forget that my dad is a total muscle-head. He gulped, face turning red as he tried to find any salvageable part. He was freezing up and knew that anything was better than nothing so he just went with it.

“I- I swear to listen to the things you say, even if they’re mean or weird. I swear I’ll be a g-” He gritted his teeth. His dad wrote ‘good boi’ with an ‘i’ specifically, but Garland adjusted.

“Good man for you, Aphra. To have and to hold until **** do us part, or until we have…” Garlands squinted.

“Company over? What?” He gave his dad a look of disbelief and overheard Lajoi speaking tearfully to him.

“Ooooh my god, he’s repeating our vows~ Though… They’re a bit different, huh?”

“Honey it’s their moment, shush.” Asra whispered back passively. She just shrugged and turned her attention back ahead.

Garland leaned forward slowly, hesitant due to Aphra’s breath, but the girl enthusiastically closed the rest of the distance before he could react and kissed Garland deeply, rolling her wet tongue around his mouth. It left a weird taste that she was all too insistent on sharing as she pushed saliva in copious amounts into his mouth, leaving his breath smelling just a bit like hers.

What was that taste? She didn’t even brush? I don’t get it. He pondered after the wedding. The next step was to head up to the private suit. His new highrise suite was a wedding gift from his parents. It was a new home big enough for two, or many as his dad put it. There was a main apartment, and a very large balcony with a swimming pool that overlooked Orr, the City of Sleep and the capital of the world. The dome that covered Orr served to wash away any unnatural light, leaving the stars visible there, and only there. They were an important feature of Orr’s sailing culture so it was important to keep them.On rare days they would artificially end the day, or extend night for weeks at a time using the filtering of the dome. Thus, it was called the City of Sleep.

It was ‘night’ as Garland slid his card on the elevator and rode it up to his private floor. He was excited to finally have his first night with Aphra, and to get the damn cage off, more importantly. Even if he did not manage to have sex, being free after so many months was enough. He was not even allowed to take it off to use the bathroom and even if he wanted to it was made out of some sturdy material.

His emotions and frustrations were all at their peak as the door of the elevator opened directly into the apartment. The first thing Garland saw upon entering the honeymoon abode was a glowing purple cock so impossibly long that every inch that pulled free of Aphra’s cunt felt like it should have been the last before the tip, but it just kept going and going and getting wider then finally tapering into a thick, flared mushroom head. The whole cock flopped free while remaining somewhat rigid and it took Aphra’s petite idol pussy out with it. Turned it completely inside out. It was something he had only seen by accident in the most **** vids online. The girl moaned and convulsed as cum flowed out like the fountain at the base of the building. It just didn’t stop. If that wasn’t enough, Aphra was bouncing on the back of the couch, her tits bouncing and her ass wagging back and forth as she begged.

“More~ More! Pleeeeeaase!”

Garland stood stunned outside the elevator, ID card still in hand. The girl was tall with purple hair that covered her eyes and circled her head in a sort of wild, shoulder-length version of a ‘bob’ haircut. Her ears were rounded and quite rough with purple fur and beige-ish tufts on the inside that Garland could not tell if they should be natural white, or if they were just a bit unkempt. Her toned belly was bare right down to an aggressive tuft of purple carpet to match the girl’s drapes and of course the glowing, throbbing purple cock with its prominent veins.

A-artifice enhanced? was all he could think in the state he was in as the girl strutted towards him on her tall heeled boots. She swiped the card out of his hand and looked at it.

“This is such a cute place. I’m gonna like it here. Hey… Don’t worry…” She leaned forward, a wide grin on her lips.

“I know you’re not ‘gay’ so I’m just planning on fucking your girl in front of you over and over and over again.” She leaned back, sighing happily as she stared at Aphra. The girl was still shaking her ass and begging for more as her pussy gaped and leaked and puffed out almost like a budding rose.

“Wh-what?” He was just staring, too confused to move or think. He was also straining so hard against his cage at the insane power dynamics at play.

“Still don’t get it? Your sultry spouse struggled swallowing my sperm while spouting her saccharin speech so softly…. How sinful.” She teased playfully, grabbing her cock at the base. She was preparing, but he was too out of it to notice or prepare any response.

Garland held his head in his hands at the realisation. He rolled his tongue around in his mouth and realised the taste was her. He inhaled. The smell was her as well. He looked up tearfully.

“Why? Why would you do this?” He stumbled forward.

“Is it money?”

The girl’s face turned. She scowled and slapped Garland to the ground. He flinched and yelped as he landed on his butt, then looked up, eyes widening as the extremely tall, toned girl towered over him. His cock strained inside its tight cage more than ever. He knew he had a type but he did not truly ‘know’ until it was his type until it was standing over him so confidently, from such an angle. If he could look past the cock-” he shuddered, unable to look past it either physically or mentally as it hung over his face. The girl let it drop on top of Garland’s stunned expression, using it like it was a serving plate and her cock was the meal. There was just a bit too much ‘sauce’ because as it dragged down it left a string of seed at the corner of Garland’s lips. She laughed joyously, swinging her hips with her cock in hand. It hit him in the side of the face, making a wet slapping noise. She did it again and again and once he was nice and dizzy and his face had spatterings of cum and sweat she squatted down and cupped his chin.

“My name? Mithra. Do you even remember?”She asked, trying not to seem hopeful. She was. Garland stared back blankly at her, triggering a deep frown.

“You will… Believe me. You will.” As she reached out again some of the seed that had dripped onto Garland’s lip fell down onto his tongue. He shuddered, rolling that taste around. Just a drop was like a savoury adventure into an experience he had never had before. He obviously liked it, so obvious that Aphra and Mithra both noticed, exchanged a look, then laughed out loud.

“Oh my god~”

Mithra snickered. “A little cum-fiend? I guess you’re more gay than you think, huh?” She grinned.

“Why- Why do you keep saying that?” He whined.

“Tch… You really don’t know?” She stood up. “Fuck, I hate you more and more. The more I think about you, I hate you. I hate you! Little bitch! If you liked cum why’d you say such a fucking thing back then!?” She screamed in his face.

“You bastard!” As she was about to grab him he was somewhere else.

Garland’s vision went white, then dark, then he opened his eyes. “Are you listening?” Aphra asked in an annoyed tone.

“What?” Garland asked breathlessly. He looked around. They were outside a familiar cafe, but it couldn’t be.

“Didn’t this place close down when the River Syndicate took over this block? Why are we-”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Aphra chuckled.

“You’re so creative~” She complimented.

“That’s what I like about you.” Aphra smiled that camera smile. Garland stared at her, thinking and putting it all together. Not just where he was but what had happened and why.

Even at this point… She still has that same smile when she’s with me. Same as when she’s in front of a camera. I’ve seen Aphra smile. When she’s singing alone in the booth… He looked down sadly.

Did I not see it, or did I just ignore it? He eyed her closely.

“Is everything okay, Aphra?”

“Yeah? Why?” She lifted a brow.

That’s confusion… There’s not a hint of it. Or if there is, it’s too small. That girl…. Mithra? Why does that name feel familiar? Regardless, she’s going to do something to Aphra and it’s all going to happen under my nose unless I stop it. He blinked.

Wait! He felt between his legs and was dejected to feel that his cock was already restrained. By the feel of it, it was soon into the caging, as well..

That damn producer… Wait, was it even her Producer that did it? As he thought that a ghostly laugh echoed in the back of his head, but it could have easily just been a passing voice on the sidewalk, since they were seated outside. He ignored it and smiled widely at Aphra.

“Huh. You look different. What is it?” She observed.

“I think it should be different. I wanna make you smile for real. I will, I promise.” Garland offered genuinely, reaching his hand over the table to grab hers. Aphra’s cheeks flushed. She was a bit surprised.

“H-huh? The heck is that supposed to mean…”