Cubcube
an RP featuring Relee Starbreeze & Alex Reynard

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Riding the conveyor strip on the elevated walkway, Relee was on his way to the VR-Cade. The squirrelboy was eager to play the newest games and see if anybody had beaten the high scores. Wearing his customary blue and white outfit of shorts and a t-shirt, and his favorite vented sneakers, he watched the buildings and neon lights flashing by.

The lot next to the arcade had been empty for many months, with mysterious construction going on. Today however, all the mesh fencing was down and Relee could see it had become a brand new giant robot shop! Rows and rows of gleaming, colorful metallic humanoids were on display, looking stoic and purposeful.

Relee was amazed by this discovery, and he got off the conveyor early to check out the new building. He pressed his face against the tall glass windows and peered inside for a few minutes before he figured out where the door was and walked on over, his cool but kiddy shoes lighting up with each step.

At the sound of a door chime, a handsome fox popped up from his desk. The shop was otherwise empty. The fox had an iridescent violet jumpsuit and bee-lined to the little squirrel. "Good morning, little guy! Interested in robots?"

Relee looked up and down the shiny-suited fox, giving him a bit of judgment before deciding he was okay. Then he nodded his head and said, "I sure am! I love robots!" His long and fluffy tail curled up behind him in a tall S shape.

The fox grinned at the kid's cute enthusiasm. "Well, look around! Lots of models, for home and industrial use. Or did you want to see our piloted mechs?"

Relee looked around at all the robots surrounding him, and said, "Wow, these robots are so... Did you say Piloted Mechs? I totally want to see them!" He jumped up a bit to show how excited he was.

A change came to the fox's expression, as if marking the kid as just the right type. With a paw on his shoulder, he led the cute squirrel over to a row of shiny metal suits. "Outer space exploration. Construction. Deep sea diving. Racing. See any that interest you?"

Relee walked along with the salesfox and looked at all the cool mechs. He loved all of them, but he seemed especially interested in the big chunky construction mecha, with its heavy lifting arms.  "This one is really cool! Is it for construction?" he asked, pointing at the big yellow and black mech.

"Absolutely right! The Girdermax801 is rated for lumber lifting, residential and city building, or offworld terraforming." Then he slipped in, almost casually, "Now, how will you be paying today?"

Relee blushed heavily at that question. He had been wondering when the fox would drop the charade. Kids like him had no business shopping for mecha. "Oh, uh, I'm not sure I can actually pay for a mecha of my own, sir. I'm just looking today, you know?"

The salesfox reacted with a gasp, as if the idea that a little kid not having enough money to buy an industrial-grade piece of construction equipment was surprising. "Huh! Well... You know... There is a way I could help you get into one of these anyway..."

Now it was Relee's turn to be surprised. "Huh? What are you talking about, sir? Do you mean, like, a test drive?" the little squirrel asked, not sure what this fox could be thinking, saying something like that.

"No no no no no, young man! Not just a round-the-block test drive. I can see you wouldn't be satisfied with that. I mean something a little closer to ownership."

Relee rubbed the back of his head, surprised and confused. "Well, I mean, that sounds really cool! How do we do that?" he asked, a hint of disbelief in his voice.

The fox smiled, nodding that this kid was exactly right. "Have you ever considered being a fuel source for one?"

Relee gave a squint, which was a bit silly looking on a kid, and said, "Is that something people can do?" like he had never heard of it before.

"Certainly! Haven't you ever played a Sonic The Hedgehog game? Little critters make excellent power sources for robots. Take a look here." He tapped a hidden button on the display podium, and the big chunky yellow 'bot rotated around to show its back side, full of pipes and plating, unscuffed by work. The salesfox opened a specific hatch, showing a square hole about as big around as a mailbox. "That's it. We just put you in here, and you'll be part of the robot, and can help the operator build bridges or skyscrapers or whatever else the job calls for!"

Relee rubbed his head and said, "Well, um, that's cool that I'd be part of the robot and all, but I don't know if it'd be as cool as piloting it. Plus I have to go to school and stuff."

The salesfox leaned down, hands on knees. "Pfft! Being part of a robot's way cooler than going to school! Let me at least show you the conversion folder." He patted the boy's arm and gestured to a door marked Employees Only.

"OH! Okay. Well I love seeing cool machines, so sure! Let's go." and he started walking into the Employees Only area of the Robots Store.

Beyond the door was an immaculately clean office and repair workshop. The salesfox indicated a machine that looked a bit like a phone booth. He also carefully nudged a backpack and set of kid's clothes out of sight behind a table. "The conversion folder," he announced. He opened the door. It was dark inside, but looked padded and comfy. "This'll make you small enough to slot in the hole." 

Relee was impressed at how clean it was, but then he reminded himself they just finished building this place. He looked at the booth, too interested in the machine and how it might work to notice the clothes being kept out of sight. "This is so keen! So this makes people into power sources for robots? How does it work?" he said, looking inside and feeling the padding with his bare hand.

It felt smooth and cushy, like a leather-upholstered armchair. "It's pretty simple. It just squishes you into a little cube, and then we stick you in the robot. Next thing you know, you're hoisting I-beams. So, you wanna go for it? If so, you can start taking your clothes off. Leave 'em anywhere."

Blushing again, Relee thought about it; being a power source for a cool robot. But then, that also seemed like it would get boring fast, just sitting there being a battery or whatever. He shook his head. "Oh I don't think I'd want to go through with that." But he was obviously excited about the idea, and still stroking the smooth interior.

That grin again. "You're right. You don't think you want to. You KNOW you want to! If nothing else, the machine feels really neat. Never had any complaints." He reached out to begin lifting the little squirrel's shirt off. Slowly though, in case the kid might decide to run away. Although he didn't think that was the case. He could see the gleam in his eye, drawn to the plush interior of the conversion folder.

Relee wiggled a little, but then relented and let the man lift his shirt up.  "Oh geez, you're right, aren't you? What about my parents?" he asked, worried what everyone would think when he's away.

Quick as a wink, the salesman swished Relee's shirt to the floor and held out a print pad. He pressed the boy's fingertips to it, and it beeped, showing his name and address. "There we go. We can send info after the installation, and they'll receive a credit for every job you and the robot participate in. They'll be happy! Most kids don't have a job until at least high school!" He reached down to un-velcro the squirrel's cool shoes and slide his paws out.

Relee stepped out of his shoes, and nodded his head, "Yeah I was wondering if I'd get paid... And how long does this last?" he asked, while unbuttoning his shorts and slipping out of them.

"Not forever. Just until the robot wears out. Though, little boys are a nearly-limitless source of energy, so you might just get unplugged and reinstalled in a newer model. But that's in the future," he handwaved. He rolled off the boy's cute blue socks next.

Wiggling his toes on the cold and polished floor, Relee gulped and pulled down his underwear. He knew it was coming and he was feeling shy, but this was too cool not to try. He was too excited to stop himself!

The fox ruffled the kid's headfur, smiling at his excitement. "Allright then, let's get you in the machine and rev it up!" He lifted Relee by his armpits and placed him inside the conversion folder, standing up. His jumpsuit felt silky, and Relee noticed that everything felt more sensitive when one is naked and bashful. The interior of the machine felt like a huge vinyl blackberry. Lots of puffy squares with rounded edges. They seemed modular, like a Rubik's Cube.

Relee aligned himself with the machine, so that he was comfortable and standing properly. It felt so strange to be in a machine like this, and especially knowing what was going to happen, but not how. Pretty soon he'd be a power pack for a robot!

"I'll be at the control panel. See you in a jiffy, kid. Though you'll be a bit different by then!" The salesfox eased the door shut. The light from the backroom became a sliver, then winked out entirely, leaving Relee alone in the silent machine. Pitch black. Not cramped, as it was made for adults too. He could hear his own breathing. Maybe even his heartbeat.

Relee stood in silent blackness, comfortable in the plush machine but isolated and alone in the dark. He thought about it a little. 'This is probably what it'll be like to be a battery for a robot, too. Just sitting there in the dark, completely held snug in place.' He grew excited again at the thought.

The machine came to life quite suddenly. There was a VMMMM sound from behind, and all the squares twitched, like soldiers getting ready to march. Relee could see little dim lights moving around between the cracks of them. Scanning him, maybe? The floor beneath his feet warmed up, and something odd happened to his paws. The pads seemed to magnetize to the floor. Stuck like glue. It didn't feel unpleasant or gummy. More like the friction of smacking his lips.

Relee couldn't resist trying to wiggle his toes, only to find them stuck in place. He mentally chastised himself for moving, since they wouldn't stick him to the floor if they didn't want him to stay still. He tried to stay as still as he could after that.

Relee then felt little touches moving all along his body from his toes up his legs, tush, and boyplace. Like heavy steel marbles rolling through his fur. One of them stopped at his tailbase and became a ring to hold it in place. Another traced up to his bellybutton, pushed in, and then began to vibrate and drill deeper, teasing itself inside.

Relee did his best to hold still despite the tickling sensation of the machinery rolling through his fur, but he started to giggle helplessly when he felt something in his belly button. He wondered what was happening down there, but all he could do was smile and giggle while standing still.

Two unknown mechanisms reached out on either side to take hold of his paws. Like when the salesman had taken his fingerprints, Relee felt smooth glass pressed against the tips. Except this time, he felt the same magnetism as on his footpaws. His fingers were now stuck. The machine raised them up to position them correctly. Meanwhile, more little marbles trundled up and down his fur, measuring him presumably.

Relee felt his fingers stuck on the glass plates, hands splayed open. He wondered what would happen to his hands when he was a battery. This process was so exciting, and in the dark all he had was his sense of touch. That sense got a bit overloaded when one of the marble things went into his mouth!

Uncomfortable, but it began to vibrate to prevent any gagging reflex. Relee could feel a thick, gluey fluid being pumped down his throat. He couldn't taste it, but could feel it filling his esophagus like foam. Two more marbles began rolling back and forth over his closed eyelids. It felt soothing and hypnotic. Something was spread over them to keep them shut. Something else was rolled over his nostrils, closing them too. He couldn't breathe now, but at the same time, it didn't feel like he needed to. The ring around his tail lifted, giving another marble-touch access to his anus. Something soapy rinsed it a bit, then wriggled inside and began to squirt more foamy stuff into him.

The little squirrel-in-the-box couldn't move but he continued to enjoy the bizarre sensations that this process put him through. He felt the expanding foam inside his throat and chest and inside his bottom, and wondered what it was. He noticed after a few passes with the marbley feeling over his eyes that he couldn't open them anymore. No matter, he didn't have anything to look at anyway.

He began to feel really full, like after a good Thanksgiving meal. Similarly, the fluid in his bottom seemed to be snaking its way up his plumbing. Relee had a feeling like they'd be meeting in the middle soon. Before that happened though, two more marble-touches drew into his ears, tickling the fur there. They sealed them up too, so now all he could hear was a dull hum.

Relee's ears twitched a bit as the canals were filled and sealed, and he otherwise did his best to stay still. He had a hard time though, as his tummy filled up with that foam, but he did his best all the same.

Before the pressure in his guts got too much, the sensation changed and began to radiate into his tissues. Eyes closed, his mind's eye saw wiggly nerve-shaped fingers reaching into and massaging his organs and muscles. Two marbles massaged his temples. Two more rolled up and down his neck tendons. He began to feel rubbery.

Feeling massaged into a comfortable softness, Relee was more and more satisfied with the strange sensations. He was sure he'd miss them when he was just a battery, but for now it felt good. He stayed still, now more able to just stand and not move.

The change was hard to describe. As his tummy fluttered in time with his heartbeat, the consistency of his flesh altered. Bouncier. Springier. More squooshable. And that was when the last marble-toucher rolled up his leg, over his tight nutsack, and onto the tip of his penis. It began to push against the slit gently.

Relee's eyes stretched against their binding when he felt the thing poking at his pee-pee. He wasn't sure what to expect with that, or what would happen next. His body felt so soft and stretchy though, like taffy.

Once that gummy feeling had pervaded down to his crotch, traveling slowly up his penis like a handjob from the inside, it was malleable enough for the insistent little machine to PLOOP in and glide right down his urethra. It traveled a lot deeper than he was expecting. No... Not quite... It had pushed his penis inside-out! Rolling it inwards like a sock. He now had an innie!

The little squirrel was rather surprised by this. He guessed this must be the 'folding' part of the operation. He giggled a bit, feeling like a Stretch-Armstrong doll, so soft and squishy.

The tubes in his mouth, navel, anus, and penis telescoped to a wider diameter. Then the ring around his tail closed shut, gently snipping it off. It didn't hurt. Even felt like it wanted to come off. And it did so as easily as biting a jellybean. It vanished somewhere into the machine.

Now that was an EXTRA strange feeling, having the holes in his body expand wider and wider. He felt his tail go away, and was glad it didn't hurt. He'd miss his super big, super fluffy tail, but he figured they wouldn't have room for it in the robot.

Then the machine changed its hum. There was a gentle ker-chunk under Relee's feet, and the pads they were stuck to began to elevate. At the same time, the tube in his throat stiffened so the little squirrel was looking straight up, and the pads holding his hands lifted them to shoulder height. Normally this would have caused some problems for his bones, but instead they simply bent like a clown making a balloon animal.

Squishing up like a wad of dough, Relee felt amazingly soft and stretchy. He didn't know how it worked but he was loving the unique sensations. He felt his hands up on his shoulders and his feet rising up towards the rest of him, and got even more excited.

The sides of the cylindrical chamber began to push inwards. Like being gently kneaded with boxing gloves all over. Relee's knees buckled, then his shins and thighs too. Something pushed against his face and his head was compressed into his neck like a turtle.

Squishing like a stress ball, Relee was made smaller and smaller inside the machine.

He felt the pads push firmer. Still gentle, but getting tighter and tighter. His feetpaws were pushed up towards his pelvis. His palms were level with his shoulders. His face was smushed flat against another glass pad. He was aware he was being molded into a cube shape.

Thinking that THIS must be the folding part for sure this time, Relee's excitement peaked. He felt his feet mooshing and his hands mooshing and it was all so incredibly COZY. His flattened face pushed down towards his shoulders as well. 'I'll be cuboid soon.'

And so he would. Two more glass pads slid down along the tubes within his peepee and bottom, pressing firmly against both. The panels pushed in from all sides. Finally, all six came together with a click. Relee was now a perfect little box! Face on top; paws on the bottom; palms on either side; penis in front; tuchus in back. It felt awesome having all his parts squeezed in so tightly. The pads started warming up. Not cooking him, but like a summer afternoon. Just kind of 'baking' his changes in place.

The little Relee-box wondered what all the tube-holes in his sides were for, as he coalesced into a more solid power cube. He felt so strange and yet so right. He also couldn't move at all anymore.

Time passed, but the longer it did, the more Relee-cube couldn't really tell. The squishy feeling had reached up into his brain now. Everything was just sort of drowsy and pleasant. He felt full of vim and vigor, like a little sun, and yet as relaxed as if he was hovering between waking and sleep. His limbs were no longer scrunched up, but perfectly melted. His outside was only whatever touched the glass pads. Everything inside was the same gel substance, churning his soul energy into robot energy.

The cubic battery felt GOOD. Lost in his own sensation of bliss and comfort. He didn't feel squished or folded, just reshaped and sculpted. He was happy, too, though his excitement had dulled along with his senses.

At some point, there came a click and the six panels unlatched. The tubes released from his various holes, leaving them permanently round and open, like headphone jacks. The foot panel lowered to the floor. The machine's door opened. Relee could see light through his closed eyes. "There we go!" came a voice that was both familiar and faraway. Soft paws lifted him up and inspected him from all angles. "Ya look good, kid! A squared squirrel! ...A squarerel!" With his ears sealed over, Relee couldn't exactly make out words, but the cadence and inflections were clear.

The firmly packaged squarerel was happy to feel that voice again and not be alone, at least for a little bit. He didn't think he could talk or move anymore, so he just sat there, patient and peaceful and calm, but full of untapped energy.

The salesfox's finger traced around the former boy's former penis, now just a rubbery ring. "That feel good?"

Relee felt very good, indeed. He enjoyed the sensation without fully understanding it. The shape of his former penis was so strange now, he only knew that he liked it.

"I don't think you can cum anymore like this, but I also don't think you'll mind," the salesman said. He couldn't resist fingering the various holes a bit, enjoying the naughty rubberyness, and feeling the cube get wiggly.

The cube trembled just a bit; he couldn't help it when his holes were touched like that. He was a happy little cube.

No one was around, and the boss wouldn't mind anyway if he was caught doing this, so the fox lifted the former cub to his lips. He tongued and nibbled at the perfectly round anus. It felt like chewing on a balloon opening. Pleasingly squishy.

Oh, oh my that felt surprisingly good to the little boxchild! He couldn't move anymore, but inside he was giggling with glee.

The adult fox slid his tongue way deep into the underage quadrilateral's posterior port. It tasted a bit like pennies. "Yah!!" He flinched when the tip contacted the inner workings and received a jolt. "Oh, right. There's a reason I don't stick my dick in these things..." he muttered to himself.

Relee felt a bit funny when he shocked the fox's tongue. It was a strange sensation to have energy drawn from him like that.

"C'mon kid, let's get you all hooked up 'n useful." He twirled the cube on his fingertip and took him back out to the shop floor.

Soon Relee was spinning around on a foxy finger as a little power box, ready for a robot.

The salesfox blanked for a second at which mech the kid wanted to be a part of, but then realized one was already spun around and presenting its 'asshole'. He nodded. "Not gonna be much to see in here, but from what I hear, you won't be bored." He lined up Relee with the square hole in the construction mech's backside: a perfect fit. The fur and skin slid in with a millimeter clearance. Perfectly flush. 'Satisfying,' the fox thought.

The power cube that was Relee was snugly inside it's robotic housing now, and ready to be integrated!

Bare chilly metal touched his fingertips and soles. When he slid in, there was a corona of light passing through his fur for just a moment before it went pitch black. "Sayonara!" the fox said with a jaunty unseen wave. Then Relee felt a plate hinge down into place behind him. A very snug fit!

Now it was dark and quiet and he was all alone again. He wondered what, if anything, would happen next.

The salesfox locked the hatch shut and gave it a pat. Being a nice fellow, he decided to give the unit a test run so the kid would know what he was in for. He rooted around in the cockpit for the demo setting and gave it a flick. Inside the lightless chamber, Relee felt that same pleasant magnetizing on his paws. And then something began extending into his holes! Cold metal pushed in frictionlessly with a whirr. Bottom, mouth, and innie-peener. It gave him the mental image of plugging in computer peripherals.

He started to feel like a part of the machine, and that feeling was heightened as those somethings entered him in three ways. It felt surprisingly good having those holes filled. Comfortable and 'right'.

The prongs extended until they completely filled the squirrelbox, nearly meeting in the center of his gooey inner chamber. Relee felt something in him flutter, like his foot falling asleep but more enjoyable. It quickly rose, sizzling all along the edges of the insertions.

The Relee-battery felt that strange tingle around all the connectors and wondered what was happening. He figured it must be the sensation of giving energy to the machine, but didn't know how it worked. Well, he was just a kid anyways...

The feeling grew and grew, like the machine was milking power out of him. And when it reached its apex, it was like he was cumming electricity into the machine! Having it slurped right out of him! And it didn't stop! Just jizzing and jizzing lightning bolts!

As the power revved up, his mind went white with constant orgasmic pleasure! He couldn't think or move, only feel good and generate power.

The salesfox leaned against the opposite wall and watched as the mech lifted its arms, shifted from foot to foot, clamped its claws, etcetera. Demo mode lasted about five minutes.

Five minutes of constant orgasmic bliss! It just kept going! On and on! On and on... That staticy feeling and that pull of endless energy cum!

The gel-like interior of Relee's core seemed to have an infinite capacity for generation. But the demo did eventually end. The construction mech settled back into a neutral stance, arms at its sides on the platform. The prongs remained in Relee's sockets, feeling nicely filling. But the mech's humming quieted and the machine fell still.

Relee relaxed in the afterglow inside the black innards of the construction mech. He was too hyped up on energy production to think straight about what just happened, or what the future might hold for him.

And as the machine stilled to silence, the prongs did one more thing. They began to gently vibrate and emit a calming tone. Relee's thoughts spiraled into a drowsy dull fade. Time to sleep, former squirrel, until the machine resumed operations again...

And so little Relee the Battery was lulled into a deep slumber, building up energy for whenever it was needed.

The salesfox walked over and adjusted the sign at the base of the mech: POWER SUPPLY INCLUDED. "That'll nab a better price!" he said with a grin.


THE END
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