Lovemore is a good husband. He is a shoulder to cry on for his wife and lover. He provides for the house with his work. He protects her when she needs defending and supplies her every need when she asks for it.
And a great husband always gets rewarded.
Today, that reward is being lifted by the cake-twink they stole, his back pressed against the copy Baker’s chest, the more prominent male holding onto the antelope’s thighs, spreading them apart, and that cock pressing over and over again onto the love button the smaller male so cherishes.
His squeaks reverberate through the room, his cock bouncing and oozing with the delight that anticipates his climax. His mouth hangs open, and his eyes roll back as he reaches over his head, hooking his hooves around the construct’s neck.
“S… such… a… a great… machine!” he cries. “It’s lush like nothing I’ve… ha-had before!
The robotic partner slows down his pace, keeping the antelope from edging, tears running down the dik-dik’s face as the emotions envelop him. As they continue, the baker knows precisely how to time himself and how to keep his partner from reaching climax. It is a perfect combination—a sensation that cannot be beaten!
And amid the throes of delight, Lerato kicks the door to the bedroom open, a giant hammer hefted over her shoulder. “Alright, hubby, playtime’s over! Time for some hardware modding!”
The male reaches ot his face, adjusting his glasses, panting heavily as he looks at his wife with horny-blurred vision. “Uh.. Ha.. W… what?”
She handles the hammer in two hands, smirking. “Alright, baker, put my husband down. You’re getting in my robot.”
The construct slows down, stopping but not pulling out of the husband. He wraps his arms around Lovemore’s stomach and turns around, a soft smile upon his features. “Oh, hello, mistress. Are you upset with me?”
She smirks, thumbing her nose. “Nope, not at all. You just got spare parts I need to make my masterpiece really work.”
“Oh, I see. What happens to me when you finish working with your robot?”
Lovemore takes a deep breath, still hanging on, his hooves twitching. “T… there is no ‘you.’ You are but a copy made for our purposes.”
“I see, and isn’t this a purpose?” He says this, collapsing onto the bed, the dik-dik under him thrusting heavily into him.
“Y-yeeees!” Lovemore gasps, patting at the bed.
“I’m not quite done pleasing your husband,” the constructed baker says. “You’ll have to come back later to disassemble me.”
“Well, well, an uppity machine.” She holds the hammer out toward him. “I can take you out while still making my hubby cum.”
Lovemore responds with howls of delight, his vision unfocused, his glasses askew.
“Don’t worry, deer. I’ll get the strap-on out if you really want to get pounded. I just gotta take a swing!”
She swings the hammer straight at Fake Baker, and in response, the robot grabs the shaft, all while pumping away at the small male under him. “Sorry, darling,” he says, tilting his head. “But Baker participated in the Tournament of Pleasure, remember? I know my way around a fight.”
“So do I,” Lerato says, leaping up and lifting her knee.
The Faker rolls around onto his back, with Lovemore in the way of Lerato’s attack. The cock-addled dik-dik holds his hands up as his only defense, preparing himself for a very unpleasant strike.
But Lerato pulls herself on the shaft of the hammer, changing her leverage and landing on the bed beside him.
“Ooh, very nice,” Faker says. “But it isn’t enough.” He says this, wrapping his arms around Lovemore and standing up, still thrusting away. Fleks of Dik-Dik pre-cum drip down onto Lerato. “He’ll remember me and how good I was, and you’ll  never be able to satisfy him, darling.”
“Ah… ha... I don’t.. Think… it works... L-like that!” the poor dik-dik cries out.
Lerato growls, hopping onto her hooves and gloves. “Oh, you ain’t gonna finish off my hubby,” she says. “I’m gonna finish you off!”
“Oh, I’d love to see you, whoa!”
Faker’s weight is too much for him because Lerato lunges forward and bites a chunk of cake from the construct’s ankle just then. The lack of balance sends him toppling over, crashing off the bed, and rolling over, landing on the floor.
Lovemore lands on top of him, caving in his chest, leaving a dik-dik-shaped indent along the entire front of his form.
“W-well, that was unexpected,” the faker says, lying on the ground, still holding onto Lovemore.
“Unexpected?” says Lerato. “Seriously? Your body was made to please me however I wished.” She gulps, licking her lips. “And this fruit cake is my favorite.”
Lovemore coos in delight as his wife hops off the bed.
Squished to the ground, the Faker can’t move as the dik-dik lady throws down the hammer, the handle crashing against his soft neck, squishing and severing it, and sending his head rolling back and under the bed.
When she lands, it is on her husband’s face, the male yelping as the weight falls on him, but his cock harder than ever before.
“There you go,” She sighs, sitting back and wiping her brow. “A simple extraction and… had... Mm… Lovemore, you cheeky fucker!”
Lovemore had already slithered his tongue up against her, stroking up and down along her lips, humming delightedly.
“Oh, of course, you’d be turned on by that,” she says, pushing herself off of him, her delight dripping down onto his chin.
“You’re so strong, my deer! No one can beat you!”
“Don’t I know it,” she coos, grabbing the hammer and hooking it under the bed. From beneath, she pulls out the severed head of the Faker, who looks at her with a scowl of disapproval.
“So, my robot servant,” she snickers, “You wanted to cuck me, but it’s I who shall cuck you!” With that, she grips the cake cock and pulls it from her husband’s hole.
“You’ve ruined this, and you won’t be needing it anymore,” she says, pulling it off from the rest of the squished body, holding it up in front of the detached head, and crushing the cake until it crumbles on the floor.
“I take great satisfaction in knowing you’ll have to clean that up later,” the faker says.
“Ha!” Lerato says, leaning in. “Silly construct. That’s what my robot is for!”