A/N: With the upcoming release of The Herta, it's reminded me that I've terribly ignored making any Herta lewds since the game came out - something I'm setting about fixing, and hopefully will continue to remedy in the near future. And yes, to pre-empt the thought, The Herta isn't included in this fic - this is just her dolls.
That said, there'll be some more stuff featuring The Herta in the coming days, be it voyeurism or a threesome with Ruan Mei and whatnot, so stay tuned for that~
That said, do enjoy~
Doll Testing
When Caelus woke up one fine morning, he didn't expect to get a text from Herta of all people.
One because she mainly called not texted. Two because when she called she modified the interastral data to bypass the answering machine and force his phone to answer. And three she more often than not had a demand or quest waiting for him, which he really didn't want to deal with first thing in the morning – any potential sour moods alleviated only by the promise of Stellar Jades.
Today was no different. He woke up late after spending much of the night playing video games, had barely sat up and scratched his head when his phone rung and abruptly connected to Herta's own. Much of what she said went over his head – she used too many big science words for his liking – but the gist was that she wanted him to come to the Herta Space Station to participate in some experiments. Something he'd normally be quite against given Herta's proclivity for putting him in dangerous situations... but the promise of Stellar Jades, once again, won him over.
That and Herta was cute. How could he say no to a cute doll?
It was with that thought in mind that Caelus found himself meandering through the corridors of the Herta Space Station. Herta had given him a time to meet but with how maze-like the hallways were he came early lest he disappointed the great and esteemed army of dolls that could and would punt him into the vacuum of space if he tested their collective patience.
Jests aside, at the very least Peppy was free to escort him – the small dog trundling along ahead of him and guiding him straight to Herta's destination. How a dog not only knew where to go by words alone but was smart enough to take into consideration maintenance work was beyond him, but he was grateful Asta was willing to lend the dog to him. Though he suspected this also counted as walking the dog, so maybe she was just having him babysit Peppy in a way.
Such thoughts were pushed aside, however, as Peppy stopped before a hexagonal door and barked twice – tail wagging happily as he looked up at him.
''This the place?'' Caelus languidly asked, earning an affirmative bark from Peppy. ''Got it, thanks. Can you get back by yourself alright?''
In response Peppy twisted around and bumped his chin on the small harness thing he was wearing today. A harness that promptly deployed two miniature rocket engines that ignited, floating the dog up to chest-height.
''Peppy Return System, Activated.'' Came an automated voice from the harness.
And with naught but an all-too-cheery bark Peppy soared off down the corridor, tail wagging no doubt with the thrill of becoming a canine missile for some unfortunate scientist working with three hours of sleep to be hit by.
Still, compared to facing down digital Aeons in the Simulated Universe, Asta's latest purchase wasn't nearly as surprising as it probably should've been.
''...hm, I wonder if I can put March in one of these...?'' He mused to himself.
After standing in silence for a few seconds he shook the thought off, turning his attention onto the door before him. It was like many of the other doors but didn't open when he touched it, puzzling him for a moment until he spied the handprint scanner next to it. Part of him doubted it'd respond to his handprint but after failing to find an actual handle anywhere he sighed and tried it, marginally surprised when the panel dinged and went green almost instantly.
Pointedly ignoring when or where Herta got his handprint from he glanced up as the door hissed open, revealing... a bedroom. It wasn't anything fancy really and held the same minimalist aesthetic that much of the space station had; grey-white walls, furniture with smoothed edges and the occasional plant to make it look remotely colourful, and a nice queen-sized bed at the far end of the room.
Oh, and there was over a dozen Herta dolls all staring at him.
''...I got the right room, right?''
One of the identical Herta's dolls – Herta #1, he dubbed – scoffed. ''Of course you idiot, I wouldn't have given you the wrong directions in my own space station and had you taken a wrong turn I would've simply called you.''
''Does that imply you were watching me through the cameras?''
''Do you think I'd trust you to walk around unsupervised?''
Caelus opened his mouth, shut it, then sighed. ''Good point.''
Herta #1 huffed and beckoned him inside. He obliged, unsurprised when the large door locked shut the moment he crossed the threshold – leaving him stuck in a room with a dozen Hertas. Which was probably a dream for some, and had they been inactive he'd had no qualms with picking up as many as he could fit in his arms, but he had a feeling if he did that right now she'd get annoyed. It might be worth it though...
His intrusive thoughts didn't get the time to take root though before Herta #2 piped up. ''Hmph. Anyway, the reason I called you here was for a particular experiment – involving my dolls, as I'm sure you've surmised. I also hope I don't need to tell you but you are not permitted to tell anyone of what goes on within this room, or so help me there will be hell to pay – understood?''
''Got it.'' Caelus shrugged.
''Good.'' Herta #3 walked up to him, her short height forcing her to crane her neck to look up at him. ''While there is a slew of things I wish to test now that I have your cooperation, first and foremost is testing the biology of them to ensure the modifications I made are holding up as well as anticipated.''
He blinked. ''So... you want me to fight them or something?''
Her answer came in the form of a kick to his shin. ''Of course not you dolt! I want you to test their biology, not their combat capabilities!''
''Then how?'' The Trailblazer pointedly ignored his sore shin.
Straightening back up Herta #3 huffed, a smirk coming to her lips. ''Sex.''
''...come again?''
Her smirk quickly shifted into a scowl and he could see her revving up another shin-kick, prompting him to hurriedly add; ''I-I mean like, I didn't think they had the right... parts, for it?''
The doll stared for a long moment... before she huffed and relaxed her leg. ''A fair point I suppose. To answer your question, however, most of my dolls are not capable of such acts – they're smooth down there with no humanoid 'parts', as you so crudely put it. The ones present in this room have been modified to allow it however, and at present require a test subject to prove the modifications function as intended.''
Part of him wanted to ask why her dolls needed that functionality in the first place, but he kept his mouth shut. His shins would thank him for that.
Instead he scratched his head and looked around at the dolls all staring at him – auto-piloted, judging by the stiffness of the motion. ''Sure, I guess.''
''Oh? I would've thought I'd have had to work harder to convince you.''
Caelus shrugged. ''I mean I'm not against the idea, just surprised. Plus, you're cute, so why would I refuse?''
''Hmph. A good point indeed.'' Smugly Herta #3 smiled, arms crossing. ''Then let us commence the experiment. Drop your pants.''
Though the order was sudden given the situation he didn't complain; any embarrassment pushed to the back of his mind as he undid his belt and fiddled with his zipper – a task made marginally more intimidating when a dozen Hertas were looking at him. Inevitably though the fabric fell and Herta #3 eyed his striped boxers with an approving glint in her eyes, her jointed fingers reaching out and grasping the waistband.
Before with a shameless tug she brought it down, exposing his slowly-hardening cock to her. Herta #3 made a noise of approval and wordlessly Herta #1 and Herta #2 both came to stand on his left and right respectively; all three of them lowering themselves to their knees. Their closeness was only made more flustering by their curious expressions; Herta #1 tilting her head while Herta #2 dipped her head to look up at his shaft with a thoughtful hum.
Only Herta #3 operated normally; her doll-jointed fingers ensnaring the base of his cock and stroking up to the tip. Though her body was that of a doll it wasn't as cold as he expected; firm but oddly warm as she worked the shaft, rolling her wrist and pumping up to the tip – her ministrations easily coaxing a tight groan out of him. The doll's grip was firm but not unpleasant while her motions were swift but careful to not get his dick stuck in the joints, the skilful motions easily bringing him to full hardness.
''Hmph. Didn't take much.'' Herta #3 commented with a huff. ''Are you really that aroused by my dolls?''
Caelus deigned to not answer, earning an eye-roll from Herta #3. Without missing a beat though two more dolls – Herta #4 and #5 – stepped forth. He'd no sooner laid eyes on the dolls when they grasped the hems of their skirts and lifted them up, presenting the fact that neither wore the usual white bloomers that all of Herta's dolls wore. In their absence their doll-jointed hips and groin were perfectly bare to him, not a shred of hair above their puffy pussy lips.
''Hm.'' Herta #3 hummed as his cock twitched. ''So the sight can help stimulate you more. Interesting. Perhaps you have a doll fetish?''
Caelus, again, didn't answer – not that Herta #3 seemed to expect one. Quite frankly it felt more like she was talking to herself than to him but that was fine by him. Instead he soaked in the lewd sight before him, his throat dry as he eyed their loins; his mind overcome by thoughts of putting it in her, of pinning Herta to the bed and going to town on her like a wild animal, not even a shred of thought given to the act itself beyond his own pleasure.
Such thoughts were pushed back by the snug grip around his tip, preluding the hot exhale that teased the tip as Herta leaned in – and not a second later she took a long lick of it. The inquisitive stroke preluded the one that followed nary a second later as the doll calculatingly ran her tongue over and around the bulbous tip of his manhood, stroking no further than the crown but never leaving the very tip, assuring her tongue was always in contact with part of his shaft.
The heavenly sensation was only made lewder as Herta #1 leaned in from the left, her lips sealing around his erect shaft as she sucked on it whilst Herta #2 went lower and kissed at the underside of his shaft – all three dolls meticulously sucking and kissing his cock, each stimuli slightly different yet equally as erotic, sapping the air from his lungs – leaving him unable to even get a breath out.
''Hm, is this alone enough to weaken your will?'' Herta #4 commented with a disappointed frown. ''Don't tell me you're about to finish.''
''Of course not.'' Caelus scowled lightly. It felt good, but not that good.
As if hearing that thought Herta #3 responded by kissing the tip – and then letting him into her mouth. The humid warmth of her mouth was immensely pleasurable, nearly pushing a moan up his throat as the doll suckled on the head of his cock, her tongue doing quick loops while her lips sealed just under the head. The other two Herta dolls weren't idle either and unashamedly serviced his manhood too; Herta #1 holding his stare with her flat gaze as she sucked on the shaft while Herta #2 took one of his balls into her mouth, sucking on it and sending jolts up his spine.
Exhaling a heavy breath he ran his hands down them; running his fingers through Herta #1's hair and pulling her against his cock more whilst Herta #2 found her nape caressed as he pulled her in too. They sucked obediently, every warm exhale tickling his manhood and depriving him of reason, his focus torn between the three dolls – to say nothing of the other two standing in the background, skirts still lifted and giving him something to look at if he wanted.
''Nn... a-ahh...'' Caelus released Herta #2's head and grabbed Herta #3's, his fingers weaving through her hair and knocking her hat off.
Right before he pulled her down. Though she made a noise of surprise she otherwise didn't particularly seem to care, eyes glued to his as he made her take just over half of his cock between her lips. The warmth of her tongue was felt against the underside of his manhood and he could only groan as he manoeuvred her head like her mouth was a fleshlight, bobbing her back-and-forth while the other two Herta dolls worked away – Herta #1 in particular soon running out of cock to suck and going for his groin instead, lifting his shirt just so she could kiss and drag her tongue over his skin.
The kissing, the sucking, the sight – all of it combined to leave Caelus panting and grunting, his manhood swollen as Herta #3 slurped it; her lips gliding along his manhood smoothly as he moved her head. Herta #2 only made it more intense as she ran her tongue along his balls and tried to coax both into her mouth at once, the sweltering wetness of her mouth joined by Herta #3's as she practically throated him, his tip grazing the back of her throat.
''Hng, fuck, hah...!'' Caelus gripped her hair tightly. ''Gonna cum...''
''Then do it.'' Herta #4 drawled, impatient.
''Just cum already you oaf.'' Herta #5 added, lifting her skirt higher. ''We still have experiments to run.''
Though hardly sexy the implications only fanned the flames, his cock pulsating inside of Herta #3's mouth – when with a sharp gasp Caelus blew his load, hunching forwards over the doll as he nutted down her throat. Herta #3 grabbed onto his hips immediately, not a shred of shame in her purple eyes as she deep-throated him and swallowed his cum outright, her quiet gulps faintly heard as she collected as many 'samples' as she could, aided by the other two Hertas that sucked his balls and kissed his groin.
Caelus loosened his hold but Herta #3 didn't relent – not until every last drop of nut was sucked out. Only then did the doll withdraw, a strange expression on her face until she managed to cough a couple of times, clearing her throat a bit. Herta #2 withdrew from his balls and Herta #1 likewise leaned back too, both panting a little but otherwise unbothered by the physical activity, given their natures.
''Not bad.'' Herta #4 nodded, dropping her skirt – though Herta #5 pointedly kept her skirt raised up. ''Now get over to the bed.''
The order wasn't just for him, clearly, as Herta #5 walked over and stiffly flopped back onto the bed, her eyes locked onto him the whole time. The three Hertas before him cleared the way and with a groan Caelus made his way over to the bed, eyes briefly drawn to Herta #4 before she gave him an annoyed look, beckoning his attention onto the fifth member of their troupe. He obliged; swallowing the saliva thick in his throat as he laid eyes on the Herta doll waiting for him.
Without missing a beat Herta #5 spread her legs wide for him, neither ashamed nor abashed as he ran his eyes over her – partially because she was naked under her skirt, and partially because of her doll nature. The jointed nature of her knees and hips was still strange to see, doubly so when she had an actual pussy; the addition kinda strange on a doll-like figure. At the same time lust pounded through his veins and he couldn't pretend he wasn't thinking of pounding her, the knowledge that he couldn't get her pregnant only further enticing him to go wild.
''What are you waiting for?'' Herta #5 exasperatedly said. ''Do I need to instruct you in matters as simple as this?''
''Er, no, just enjoying the view...?''
''Is that so? Maybe you can do that while continuing with the experiment?''
Wisely Caelus didn't argue further, only a mumbled agreement escaping the young man as he got between her legs – his cock rock-hard from the sight laid before him. Easing onto the bed he laid atop the waiting doll and got into position, his left keeping him propped up whilst his right reached down and guided him up against her slit – the tip sliding along her rather soft flesh, not a hint of mechanicum present beyond the nearby joints.
His tip slid between her lips, pressed in – and Caelus openly moaned as he sunk into Herta #5's tight, wet pussy. Her tunnel was narrow and clenched possessively around him immediately, her face twisting with unconcealed pleasure as he buried himself into her, inch after inch of his manhood fitted into her tight hole until just over half was inside. The snug heat that clenched and quivered around his manhood was enough to fry his mind for a moment, needing a breath to process the pleasurable sensation.
Right before he pulled out to the tip, and drove himself back inside.
''Nn...'' Herta #5 pursed her lips, though it only did so much to hide her moan.
''Mm... you like it too, huh?'' Caelus dared to tease.
Herta #5 scoffed. ''Oh be quiet and get to work!''
''Gladly.'' He grunted back.
And with a thrust, obliged. The doll pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes, looking awfully cute as he rocked his hips forth and sheathed himself in her tight pussy, every thrust making her react in some subtle way – her body tensing, her pussy tightening, her shoulders flinching, her face twisting; he'd have thought she'd be emotionless throughout the act but to see her feeling it was a pleasant turn-on.
One that just encouraged his hips to move more; every thrust pumping him between her folds and into her hot, gripping core. Wetness clung to his cock in a glistening sheen and the more he pumped into her the more avid he got; his thrusts losing their initial slowness as he jammed his dick into her snug pussy – easily fucking gasps and grunts out of Herta #5, her cute button nose scrunching up as she tossed her head one way then the other, her breathing heavy between noises.
Emboldening him to lean down and kiss the doll. Herta #5 squeaked, startled, but after a second or two seemed to relax – a quiet grumble escaping her even as her small lips fitted against his own, reciprocating the kiss. With their height difference it was a challenge but he made it work; slowing his thrusts and arching his back long enough to let the kiss last before immediately speeding up the moment it ended, pounding himself into Herta's tight hole.
''Ah!'' The doll cried out, knees bumping against his hips. ''Nn, t-that's it! Keep that tempo!''
Caelus grinned tightly. ''You're really getting into this, huh...?''
''T-Tch, it's just for... testing the doll's... physical properties...!''
How true her claim was, he didn't care. All he cared about was slamming his hips forth and going balls-deep in Herta #5's pussy, fucking cries out of the doll as he filled her to the brim. Her tight doll pussy clenched and squeezed him, a shriller cry escaping her when he managed to hit a sweet spot deep within her, making her throw her head back and clutch onto the quilt with both hands, desperately holding on.
Compared to how she was when she was blowing him, how she went from cool and collected to a gasping mess – it was hot beyond measure. A hotness that just made him pound her all the more, their loins audibly smacking together – the slight firmness of her body not stopping him from banging her into the sheets, her slick tunnel quivering around his pulsating cock, their union as sticky as it was messy, pressure surging up his length-!
Until with a sharp, guttural grunt Caelus buried himself balls-deep in her and creampied Herta #5.
Euphoria washed over him with relief close to follow as he emptied his balls inside of the doll, her narrow pussy strangling his manhood and milking untold amounts of nut out of him. Peripherally he was aware that she had climaxed too, her petite figure convulsing beneath his own and her hands clutching onto his back, her fingers digging in as they orgasmed together – pleasure wracking their bodies as they concluded their 'experiment'.
Panting Caelus rocked his hips as he steadily came down from cloud nine; his tip soon springing out from Herta #5 and causing dollops of cum to spill out of her – eliciting a dazed moan from the doll herself, eyes unfocused and head laying at an odd angle, as if he'd fucked her silly.
He was distracted from such a sight as a finger poked his side; luring his gaze onto Herta #4... who was completely nude, revealing her doll body completely. She flushed under his wandering gaze but didn't bother to cover herself up, even as his gaze lingered on her chest – and yes she did actually have a chest, not just a flat piece of material. Though her breasts were on the smaller side they weren't flat like he expected; gentle hills tipped with pink buds that looked decidedly inviting.
The identical doll gave him an annoyed look and pushed him back a bit, enough that she could clamber onto the bed... and move on top of Herta #5. The sight of her naked rear was only made more enticing when she laid down against her fellow doll, neither complaining and both instead peeking back up at him, expectant.
''Go on then.'' Herta #5 commented, seemingly unbothered by the fact Herta #4's cheek was against her own.
Caelus murmured an agreement, cock easily rock-hard from the sight before him and enticing him to get on top of Herta #4, briefly grinding himself against her ass before guiding himself down, the tip pressing in – and a deep groan fled his throat as he sheathed himself in her tight pussy. While she wasn't as wet nor as cream-filled as the previous Herta she was no less sensitive, clearly; her moan whining as she pushed her face into Herta #3's neck.
''Synthetic nervous system is functional, I see.'' Herta #5 noted with only a hint of effort, shuddering.
Caelus grunted a half-heartedly acknowledgement as he rocked his hips, beginning to pump himself into Herta #4's tightness. The way her wet tunnel tensed and tightened around his manhood was heaven and laboured grunts easily worked their way out of him as he continued to pump into her – the pronebone position making the experience more novel, his length sinking into her at just the right angle to make Herta #4 whimper and clench around him.
With how wet she was it took only a number of pumps before he was in as deep as he could fit; his groin bumping up against her cute butt with every thrust. Herta grunted and moaned in response, passive but vocal as he filled her up, his weight crashing into her from behind with growing vigour until he was pounding her outright – enticing the doll to lift her ass up, pushing herself back onto his throbbing manhood.
''Hng...!'' Caelus responded by rutting down into her, his chin bumping against the back of her head due to the height difference. ''So tight...''
''If you don't have anything useful to say then, n-nn, don't...!'' Herta #4 grunted back.
Caelus didn't – instead he looked at Herta #5. Pinned beneath her compatriot she stared back with flat purple eyes, and in a heartbeat he leaned down and stole a kiss. She seemed surprised but didn't mind reciprocating, though he noticed her breathing was heavy even after resting for so long – and as he hit a sweet spot inside of Herta #4 Herta #5 tensed up slightly; the reaction more muted but true all the same.
''Are your senses connected?'' Breathlessly Caelus questioned.
''To an extent.'' Herta #5 answered, lips brushing against his. ''It's hardly an issue to split my consciousness between the dolls, though I'll admit dealing with multiple stimuli makes it... trickier.''
The subtle invitation was once Caelus caught onto – doubly so as two new nude Hertas, Herta #6 and Herta #7, climbed onto the bed. No rational thought passed through the Trailblazer's mind, only a primal lust that made him reach out and pull both dolls close by their arms; helping ease them onto the bed on either side of him. His hands in tandem ran down their taut bellies and dipped along their stomach joints, blindly following the path down to their groins then between their legs.
And without missing a beat he shoved his fingers inside, eliciting twin moans from the two dolls – their insides already wet as they clenched around his digits. A sensation that was tricky to focus on as he kept bucking his hips and ramming his cock into Herta #4, her moans muffled by Herta #5 – her expression twitching and twisting in pleasure even as she stubbornly maintained eye contact, her pleasure abundantly clear.
''Testing for this doll is c-complete...'' Herta #5 proclaimed, panting. ''F-Finish up, quickly!''
Caelus gladly complied and picked up the pace – ploughing Herta #4 as rough as he dared, the heady smack of flesh ringing out alongside the doll's stifled cries. Cries that weren't so stifled when it came to #6 and #7; their whining moans freely filling the bedroom as his fingers explored their depths, his coordination lacking but hardly mattering when he was fucking three Hertas at a time.
''Haah, haah... here it comes-!''
The last syllable barely left his lips before he passed the point of no return, euphoria striking – and with a strangled gasp he slammed inside of her doll pussy and unloaded his balls inside of her. Her hips jerked and pushed her ass back against his groin as she came with him, her squeal muffled but the convulsing of the other two dolls betraying the shared pleasure – their bodies briefly going rigid and inert only to come back a split-second later, their connection with their master repeatedly fragmented.
And making him realise, in his moment of climax, that he'd made Herta herself climax through her dolls.
A thought that made him press himself into Herta #4 all the more, pumping every last drop of seed into her he could give and grinding into her even when he ran dry; groaning out the air in his lungs as he tried to get the doll pregnant. A sinful thought but one that possessed him in that moment of euphoria, his mind thick with lust as he grinded out the last of his stamina.
Then and only then did he pull out, a breathless exhale escaping him as he withdrew his fingers from both Herta #6 and #7 – his eyes flitting between their wet loins, almost tempted to keep fingering them.
A decision halted for the time being as Herta #1 tugged on his back, coaxing him into turning around and sitting on the bed.
Right before she climbed onto his lap, naked and smug. ''You've not tested the capabilities of this doll either.''
As if in response to the challenge his cock throbbed up against her sex, making Herta #1 shiver. ''Hn... perhaps you're a better assistant than I expected. Perhaps I'll pay you extra by the time we're done.''
''Make it double?''
''Don't push it.''
Any comeback withered as the doll eased herself onto his manhood, her tightness enveloping his shaft – and the day carried on.
Orgasm after orgasm testing the dozen or so dolls in the room until Herta was satisfied with the progress...
...although he was starting to suspect this was more of an experiment in stress relief than anything else.
[END]