Sitting atop his adoring wife, Lovemore clicks two hooves together, sparking a magical signal. In response to said signal, a figure stumbles into the room, made of cake and with low coordination. There’s no expression on the creation’s face, which stares down at the two lovers with a dull gaze, only showing recognition to the male.
“Behold, my deer, our bootleg replica of Baker—severed from his original self and ready to serve us for all our nefarious needs.”
“Oh, you’re so naughty,” Lerato says, squeezing her husband’s rump. “I could just eat you up!”
“Hey now, save room for dessert,” the food golem says. A whiff of some sass passes through his barely moving lips, but it lacks all imagination, all polish.
The copy slides onto the bed, biting its lip and smirking at the lady. “I remember it was your special day today? I made this body just for you.”
“Looks like someone’s filling back into their role nicely,” Lerato says, pushing her hubby to the side.
Lovemore falls with his back on the bed, crossing a leg over another, resting his head in his hands. “Of course. All of the construct’s personality is just learned behavior after all.”
Lerato climbs to her knees to face the cakey boy, resting her gloves on his shoulders. She looks over towards Lovemore and rolls her eyes. “Come on. I know how a golem works. What do you think I am.”
“An adoring audience to my powerful mage craft?” Lovemore says, snickering.
Lerato reaches behind the head of the cake construct and pinches a chunk of the false baker’s head off. “This should be enough for my purposes, don’t you think?” She asks Lovemore.
“The magic is distributed about the form. Conceivably, if a crumb of the construct remains, then it shall be enough to animate his form.”
“That’s all I need to know!” Lerato says, hopping off the bed and clopping out toward the door.
“Ooh, are you going to do some naked engineering!?” Lovemore gasps, hopping to his knees.
“You’d love to see that, wouldn’t you?” Lerato says, teasing him, clutching the chunk of cake in her fist. “But sorry, you won’t. I need to test another thing out about our little friend here.”
The male frowns. “Whatever could that be?”
She turns around, a hand on her hip, swaying teasingly. “Oh, cake boy, dear.”
The copied Baker perks up and bows his head. “Yes, miss?”
“What I would really like right now is to hear my dearest deer husband cry out in pure pleasure like a virgin girl while I’m out in my workshop. Think you could do that for me, even if it isn’t in the payment plan from tonight?”
The false Baker frowns, furrows his brow, crossing his arms over his chest. “It isn’t? Hm…”
“Please…?” Lerato says, fluttering her eyes.
“N-now, wait a second, my deer!” Lovemore says, waving his hooves.
“What? You don’t want to be dicked down by his candy cane?”
Lovemore blushes, retracting his arm and rubbing his hoof upon his chin.
“That’s what I thought,” she says, smooching her glove and blowing her hubby a kiss.
When she closes the door, that leaves the two guys on the bed, both of them rather twinkly, both of them entirely naked.
“So…” Lovemore says, rubbing the back of his head. “You’re going to listen to her, yeah?”
The fake Baker flutters his eyes, climbing up toward the antelope., hands on either side of him, a smirk over his face.
Lovemore falls onto his back, his voice caught in his throat as he stares at that candy eye reflecting his blushing and huffing face. “I… I take that as a yes.”
“You take it as a success on your experiment, darling,” the construct says.”
“W-wait, are you saying you’re, ah… ah…!?”
A hand wraps around the elongated member of the antelope, and this Baker saddles up, resting his spongey thing against it. Pushing his hips forward, he slowly frots against the dik-dik’s dick.
“Aware of what you made? Maybe I am. What of it?”
The dik-dik bites his lip, letting out the squeaks of delight he’s quite known for.
The baker pushes forward, sliding his cock over the smaller male’s. “My, you are surely endowed for a creature of your stature. I…” he pauses. “I’m sorry, that original Baker should not have been so hasty to kick you out.”
Lovemore squirms, gasping, pushing his hips up, gripping the mattress with his hooves.
“Are you delighted in me, or are you turned on by the wondrous magical achievement you’ve accomplished? It’s okay, Mister Lovemore. You can tell me!”
Meanwhile, in her workshop, Lerato, having found her work clothes, steps up to her own creation, opening up the vessel and placing the crumb within it. She closes the door and tilts her ear out.
“Aaaah… aah… haaaa!”
She smirks, nodding. “Nice. You deserve a good time, lover boy.” Sitting in front of her scrying tablet, she says this and presses the operating keys to activate the magic. The Runic operations display the diagnostics of her device before her, and she waits, fingers crossed, spinning back and forth in her chair.
When the test ends and the mechanical creation does not whir to life, she slams her gloved fist upon the table, leaving a small dent.
“What am I missing!” she growls, gritting her teeth.
Down in the hall, the echoes of her husband’s mewls of delight again hit her ears. She whirls around in her chair, gripping her arms. “Oh, yes, of course,” she says, chuckling. She leaps from her chair and grabs a large hammer. Draping it over her shoulders, she heads down the hall, whistling.