//Once, after several back to back missions to the front lines, my handler opened my kennel and held out 2 plushies in front of me, one was a firm and large looking dragon plushie and the other a small and soft shark plushie. She gave me a command "choose".
I've always hated choosing, it always meant giving something up, or the risk of making the wrong choice.
But this was different, handler doesn't give rewards often, I dont know what I ever do to deserve them, but when I am given rewards, Its never a choice. If she decides I deserve an orgasm, its forced out of me, if I deserve to clean her boots, I'm pushed down onto them.
I suppose it wasn't that different then, I still had to choose a plushie, but which one was seemingly for me to decide. I started to panic, I was never good at making on the spot decisions and I was afraid she would take both of them away if I made her wait.
So choose quickly
I scanned them both a second time,
and chose the shark, she tossed it at my feet, closed the kennel, and walked away. Leaving me alone with my new stuffy
My sharky
it looked so soft, so delicate. It was something I could protect even outside of my metal body.
And something about it...gave me deja vu...
It's important...I know it is.
So I'll protect it, from anyone or anything that dares try to take it from me.
Because when I hold it close. It gives me a feeling, that I dont think I was supposed to remember.//
