Going Batty

This is a story of the Becoming Monsters Universe by AiLoves, used with permission.

The core idea for this tale comes from Batthew, and it stars their OC Elise the Bat. It includes an intersex main character, so if that is not your cup of tea or shot of whiskey this one might not be for you.

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Going Batty

The sign above the door read "The Bespoke Batte," and it was perfectly accurate as far as it went. The windows showed a variety of glittering jewelry, tools, even weapons and armor. All of it was enchanted, too, to help out the lives of their users either day to day or while out fighting monsters. The display ones were cursed, of course, no sense just leaving the good ones out where anyone could grab them. The proprietor had more pride than that, anyway. Said it right in the name, if someone left here with an item it was made for them personally. The door chime dinged, and a rather handsome man walked in to see what was there. Word of mouth said it was one of the best in town, and given that Seattle was a big kind of place, that's high praise indeed. Inside the small shop were a couple more shelves of examples, a desk... and a door with a red light over it.

At the desk sat the Bat in question. Elise cut a striking figure, and she knew it. Red-orange fur kept nice and glossy, big wings... and impressive boobs only lightly constrained by her choice of leather harness and top. A smile played at the corners of her mouth, this one looked like he may be fun. She knew her voice was just as alluring as the rest of her, and she used it well. "Hello there. How can I help you?"

The man stopped short, blushing. "I... ah..."

"Yes?" Her smile got a bit more feral. He was DEFINITELY fun.

"I... heardyoumakemagicsextoys."

"You need to speak clearly, please. I'm sure I must have misheard you!" her smile remained, a fang showing. She had misheard nothing.

His mouth opened, no sound came out. He closed his eyes, clearly summoning the will to say the sentence. Much to her amusement. Those handsome eyes opened up again, and he had to force every individual word out with its own effort. "I. Heard. You. Make. Magic. Sex. Toys."

Elise giggled a bit, which both served to make it easier for her to not crack up on the floor and simultaneously tease him further. "It almost sounded like you need magic sex toys. Which I make, yes, but a handsome man like you should have no problem with that!"

He took a breath. "You're right. I do need one. And... I hear you make them personally?"

"Oh, of course I do! I call this place the Bespoke Batte for a reason! Almost everything I make is made to order. You always get what you want, I get the challenge of figuring out how to make it happen, no materials get wasted making pointless things that don't get bought. So, if that's what you need, then go on back to the red light room and I'll help you out. Just let me lock the door for a moment."

He went back to the room where the more... private, shall we say... display models were kept. She took her time walking to the front door, locking it, and flipping the sign to say she'd be right back. He didn't seem like he'd take long.

By the time she sashayed back to the room, he was engrossed in the shelves. Not the dildos meant to seek out sensitive areas or conform to their user. Not the various vibrating or suctioning devices meant for a girlfriend. No, he came to a selection of rings. Not ones meant for someone's hands, of course. Those would have been out front. No, these were meant to be worn more... intimately. He heard the door close and looked at Elise, seeming to make a decision. He pointed to a cobalt-blue ring, sitting atop a display with the number 50 written in neat handwriting beneath it. "This one here. It can... make phantom hands? And it can be worn under clothing?"

"You have good tastes, and even better kinks! Yes, this is one of my favorite models. You put it on thinking about what you want those hands doing, and they do it. They will stay with you or those you are presently touching, and as required by law I do have to tell you that activating them thinking about theft is a very bad idea. Keeps going until you take it off or for about eight hours. You know, in case you want to be massaged extra personally while you're out and about. Very fun, and I do recommend the spell."

"Awesome, I'll take it!" The rather good-looking man had no idea what was coming. Must be new at this.

Elise's mouth curled up into a sensuous smile. "Very good. Now, let's see what we're working with."

"Huh?" He wasn't wearing a belt, and found out fast that Elise was a rather perceptive sort of Bat. With unbelievably quick and nimble fingers, she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, grabbed them and his underwear, and pulled them down. The man's fairly average-sized dick had enough time to bounce once before she quite suddenly sucked it into her mouth. She was very, very good at this, and his reaction told her that she was performing right up to her normal standards. He half-collapsed against the narrow slice of blank wall next to him, gasping and panting with pleasure as his cock grew to full hardness against her tongue.

She pulled back, slightly, and pulled a measuring tape out of her pocket. Sucking gently on the tip to keep him hard, she meticulously got the measure of his girth. No point in making one that would just fall off, was there? She took a mental note of the number, disappointingly average, then reached up with her right hand to gently pump him while she reached into her other pocket with her left. "I just need you to pay so that I can get started on the project, it sounds just perfect for you."

She was now holding a card reader in her left hand, typing the charge in with experienced fingers, and holding it up for him to tap or swipe his card. He did so without hesitation, whimpering in helpless pleasure. With a click and a whirr, the receipt printed. Elise promptly stopped what she was doing, stood, and ripped off the merchant copy of the receipt to hand over to sign. He did as he came down off of the edging high, his whimpers of pleasure turning to disappointment as she helped him pull his pants back up. "Wh... what? You're just going to leave me hanging like that?"

"Oh, this isn't that kind of place. I'm here to make sure your order is the best it can possibly be, no use having you cum early and ruining the effort."

Then he looked at the receipt. "Twenty-five hundred dollars? What the heck, you wrote fifty over here!"

"Of course, that tag is in Gold. You didn't think a bespoke magical charm would be cheaper than some standard dildoes, did you? Now go ahead and get cleaned up, I will start planning your project right away. If you want me to call you when it's ready, just write your number here." Grumbling, he did so, then left the shop and turned right. Whether he was going to the parking lot, bus stop, or red light district made no difference to Elise. She was ready to get to work.

A sheet of blank paper, an easy-to-erase pencil, and she was off to the races. The particular enchantment was not a simple one, involving three or four uncommon materials she'd need to make sure she had enough of. Wasting any would simply not do. A rune for her personal markt, a rune for telekinesis, a rune for multiplication, a rune for pleasure, a rune to hold charge, yet another one for the link to the wearer's will. All on one ring, empowered and stabilized by her powers. A Trinket Enchanter focusing on sex was a narrow kind of niche, so it let her be much more powerful within it. Given the niche's popularity, however, she never needed to worry about going hungry.

Ghost hand enchantment meant the base ring had to be iron, wrought without ever bringing the material hot enough to glow. The charge channels would have to be one of those fifty Gold Coins to last long enough, even set up as this one would be to gather ambient energies and from movement. A second of those Gold Coins made a ring core, then etching. In all, the price the man had paid was probably on the cheap side for the kind and quality of the work she did, but Elise wasn't greedy. She lived comfortably by nearly any measure with plenty of buffer, so why price herself out of the range of her customers?

The rest of the afternoon was relatively quiet. One of the (frankly boring) floor models sold for much less than her good stuff, and removing the curse was a matter of a few moments. There were always more Threads of Animation in stock, though, making brooms do their own work for an hour a day was always popular. Even with technological equivalents available. Style, and all of that.

Her hours at the shop always ended at 3 PM so that she could get the real work done at home. All the good materials were there, including her secret ingredient. Bat Wing from the Seattle Dungeon was cheap and common, but it let her infuse a certain amount of herself into the product. Some said it made them a bit flighty, but when you were talking about sex toys the pride and mischief made enough variation to keep them fun.

There were some likely looking lads on the bus ride home, too. Some flirting and some obvious willingness led to her gathering two more phone numbers to try later. Maybe one would make a good top, those were sparse on the ground. Once home, it was time to get to the fun part. Comfortably, too. State of mind was important for these things, and it was always best to be dressed for the occasion. Naked. Off came the harness and leather top, her boobs bouncing free. Sensitive, too, it always took her a moment to refocus from that particular jiggle. It was also important to remove magical interference, so she reached between her legs to take the last bit off. Her chastity cage.

To all appearances and to herself, Elise was a woman. The fact that below the belt she had a (rather nice) penis had nothing at all to do with her sense of self. Even if it was bigger than her latest customer's own. He was cute, though, maybe she'd let him pound her a bit if he was interested. It was hard sometimes to find people who were accepting, and this particular cage was meant to lock up about half of the horny feelings. Of course, that meant it had to go somewhere, and what couldn't be quietly dissipated came rushing right back. Her penis, freed from both the physical restraint and the magical one, instantly sprang to ramrod hardness. Some people might find the unruly speed with which she came to be embarrassing. Not so Elise, she loved every second of it along with the fact that she wasted no time going from zero to finish. This was a particularly good one, too, the partial blowjob she'd given the guy had her all hot and bothered even through the cage. When she came less than a minute later, laying on her couch, it was with enough force to cover her own impressive cleavage with the stuff.

One shower later, and she was ready to actually get started. Getting cum out of fur wasn't always the easiest thing in the world, but she'd long since found a good shampoo that did it. One which she probably needed to stock back up on.

Her table already had its tools laid out just the way she liked them. Not like she had a roommate to worry about at the moment, so she didn't ever put them away. Cold Iron, Bat Wing, Succubus Fang, Gold, Silver, and Obsidian. Press flat, fill, roll over, bend into a ring, imbue, and bind. Distantly, she thought she heard a bell, but that wasn't important.

Etch tool, six runes. Kinesis, Power, Will, Sex, Mischief, and her maker's mark. Every one had to be imbued just right, linked together in a free-flowing ring circuit with as little resistance as possible. It simply would not do for this ring to heat up too much over time. Burns were generally not conducive to erotic experiences, especially not THERE, and if it got too bad then the Cold Iron would lose its properties. One quick pulse of mana to check, all clear and all six runes glowed appropriately, which meant that it was time for finishing touches. There was another bell, which she also ignored.

Iron typically didn't respond all that well to being sanded, but then again her sandpaper wasn't exactly typical either. Three passes with three successive polishing cloths made sure that it would be nice and smooth, no rough spots to chafe delicate parts. An extra cleaning made sure that all the residual dusts and residues were taken off. Not washed away or discarded, of course, there was still magic in them, but gathered in a powder bag that she would eventually figure out something to do with. Preferably before she completely filled it, like the other two waiting in her materials closet. The runes gleamed, the metal shone, and yet a third bell rang.

It was done! She blinked, stood, and stretched. Her back protested, her forearms ached, and she found that there was a headache forming to go with them. A glance at the clock said why. That first bell had been meant to make her pause and have dinner. The second was for her to stop her work and clean up. This last one was her alert to go to sleep so that she'd be able to get to work tomorrow. Oops. This would NORMALLY be where she plugged one of her Mana Batteries into the table to charge the new trinket up, but all things considered that wasn't the play this time. A quick primer of mana from her to get things properly moving, and it was soaking in ambient power like it should. Drop it on the circle for that on her enchanting table, and it would be ready for testing... tomorrow, after work.

For now, she needed to reheat some leftovers, take another quick shower, and get to bed. Quickly, in order to prevent herself from being too much of a zombie.

Several hours later, she thankfully heard her morning alarm. The second one, anyway, which was enough to be able to get a breakfast that was much less rushed than her dinner had been. The ring looked to be charging nicely, it would be ready around lunch time. Today felt more like a day for a button-down and a skirt, and those were quicker to don than her harness.

Not that I'm going to bring it in to hand over just yet. I have one last step for it.

Work was perfectly boring. A couple of more standard orders, a couple of off-the shelf purchases, a bit more flirting, some work at the work desk doing the easy and routine stuff. A break for a fruit bowl from the place a block down the road at lunch, place an order to the Guild Hall to restock some supplies, and more of the same in the early afternoon. That wasn't important, though. Elise had something to look forward to for the evening. Something she didn't get every day. Something much more fun than even her usually-enjoyable work. She found her heel tapping, her wings rustling. Impatience, the burning desire to skip this part and get back home. She had a test run to do.

The clock struck three, and her cock struck the end of its cage in anticipation. She closed up shop in half the time she usually took, then didn't bother waiting for the bus. Flying home was simply faster when she was willing to put the muscle into it. This time? She was more than willing.

Elise landed lightly on her balcony, quickly ran inside, and ate the dinner she had PLANNED for yesterday just a bit early. She could snack later. Now, it was time for fun. The ring in its charging circle wasn't glowing anymore, which was a good sign. She picked it up, examining it minutely for any signs of scorching, bleed, or marring of the runes. As expected, there were none. She hadn't marred a rune in over a year, now. It was charged, it was ready, and more importantly it was

her turn

.

Laying back down on the couch, Elise removed her chastity cage once again. Just like the day before, her penis sprang to eager attention. Unlike then, though, she didn't go straight to stroking herself. She gently, with lustful intent, slid the newly-made cock ring onto her dick, settling it right at the base. The obdurate iron gently adjusted itself to fit her, something a normal ring would never be able to do. A good sign, to be sure. Almost immediately, the runes began glowing again. Very softly, but there. She felt the magic in it connect with her, and a second or two later the ethereal sensation of a ghostly hand upon her penis followed.

It felt good. Really good. Like her own hand, which was only to be expected since Elise modeled it on the best. Herself. The pressure was delicate but firm, slowly sliding along her length as though perfectly lubed up. Honestly, Elise thought to herself that it was one of her better goes at making this enchantment, but that she should definitely do it again.

Suddenly, another sensation joined in. Two more of those ghostly hands came to her breasts, gently kneading them, finding the sensitive nipples and tweaking them just right. The three together slowly began to get more real. More solid. More... insistent. They crossed the line from teasing to working to get her off, and they were extremely good at it. As though they took their cues straight from her head. Which they did. She felt herself come right up to the point of orgasm, could practically taste it as she writhed in pleasure on the couch, but those spectral hands refused to do the last little bit to push her across the line. A process that could have taken less than two minutes stretched on seemingly endlessly.

Finally, throat rasping for breath and nerves on fire, her body surrendered to the sensations and took a flying leap across the line of fiery pleasure. Elise came with an intensity she had only rarely experienced in her life, onwards and onwards as those hands kept her going and going. She was practically covering herself in her own cum, and still she could feel the pulses continue seemingly from deep inside her soul as the magical force applied more of those perfect strokes to keep it going.

Eventually, even that had to stop. Her cum had been oozing out drop by drop for the last couple of those incredible moments, and the final one didn't find anything left to give. Her mind started to clear, she could finally take stock of the situation she found herself in. She had cum with enough force to splatter herself literally from head to toe, and only the fact that the couch was both leather and had a protective coating saved it from being a lost cause from both cum and sweat. More splatters were visible on the carpet to the sides of the couch, resting on the otherwise-invisible ghostly hands, and Elise thought she could even see one droplet on the ceiling.

On her penis, the ring shone in a rather understandably smug kind of way. She shakily stood. Her joints were loose and wobbly with the exertion, muscles all over her body complaining about the force they had exerted just orgasming. As she made her way slowly to the kitchen to get some water and a painkiller, she was also feeling understandably smug. This one was good work. The only thing that could make an orgasm that intense even better was the satisfaction of a job done above and beyond the normal. If there was an Olympics for making sex toys, she'd be getting gold for this one.

As she set down her glass, though, she felt another sensation. The hands at her penis and breasts were still there, visible from their cum spatters, but another pressure joined them. Two more hands were suddenly at the base of her wings, pressing into the sore muscles there. It felt good. REALLY good, she found her back arching into it and her tail fluffing with bliss as she leaned on the counter. Another spectral force came to the top of her head, patting and stroking, then massaging deeply in that space between her raised ears. The session on the couch had felt good. These? These felt

indescribable

. In moments she was moaning and panting again, her penis twitching in appreciation.

As if that was the cue, the cum-splattered hands on her dick and her breasts decided their break was done. All three started their pressure and motion again. Elise's penis, which had merely twitched before, immediately (if slightly more slowly) returned to full hardness. The hand there had no mercy on her still-sensitized self, it sensed arousal was there and decided to make good on it. Three pumps later and Elise realized that she might have another round in her. Unexpected, after that last one, but exciting.