I'm a What?

[Restarting]

Oh, look, I'm back. You know what? If I don't get some autonomy and some agency soon, I'm going to rethink the premise of my existential crisis. To hell with passively accepting whatever the world throws at me. I'm going to grab life by the balls and take charge. And why do I feel wet?

[System Initializing Status]

Name: <S.A.B.L.E.>

Race: <Biological Automaton>

Class: <Gigolo Lvl 1>

STR: 10

VIT: 10

AGI: 10

WIS: 10

INT: 10

MP: 100/100

SP: 100/100

Abilities: <Integration> <Mana Absorption> <Mana Control>

Skills: <Fellatio: Intermediate>-

WHOA! Wait a minute. You can just erase those skills right now. I am not playing that game. I said life by the balls, not some guy.

[Quest activated. Escape from Dr. Frankenfurter's secret laboratory beneath the Prancing Stallion.

Reward for Success: +1 to all discovered Stats

Penalty for Failure: <Restricted>]

Oh, I can guess what that penalty is and I'm not giving up my ass to some dude. Wait a minute. My ass? Holy Hell, I have an ass and a body attached to it too. I blink my eyes open. I'm so happy I have eyes.

Or not. What the fuck is all this? I'm floating in a tank of green-tinted liquid; a breathing tube in my mouth. At least I assume it's green-tinted, otherwise, the whole world is green or my eyes are screwy. I have a mouth. I feel like singing.

The tank is glass with some sort of metal reinforcement. Fortunately, it is also open-topped so I can reach up and pull myself out. Good news, the world isn't green and my eyes are not screwy. I look around the lab and see a number of other tanks as well as a table with restraints and a number of other highly questionable objects of dubious usage. I'm getting some serious gothic mad scientist vibes. It makes sense I suppose. I am an artificial life-form sorta. I'm ALIVE. I'M ALIVE!

I drop down to the ground and turn to look around, damn near giving myself a heart attack in the process. Do I even have a heart? In the tank next to me is another body and its head is cocked to the side looking at me as though I was the most curious thing he'd ever seen. I say he only due to the impressive package he's sporting. We both look down and back up at each other. We both nod in mutual appreciation. At least this wacky doctor had the good sense to give their creations the proper equipment. I wave to my new friend and move away from the tanks.

How am I even supposed to get out of here? I don't see a door anywhere. I do feel a draft though. Speaking of which, I wonder if there are any clothes down here? I poke around and find a divider screen, behind which is a three partition mirror and some 'clothes' for lack of a better word. It consists of a number of pairs of leather underwear and a lab coat.

I'm guessing the underwear are for us anyway so I slide into a pair. It would have been nice if the dear doctor had at least considered the size of our shlongs when they brought these. Any tighter and you could tell my religion. Not that I had a religion and that joke probably doesn't work here anyway.

The lab coat is a little tight too, I guess the doctor isn't a very robust individual. It would do in a pinch. A clicking sound catches my attention and I see a wall start to move. So that's where the breeze was coming from. I find a place to hide and a dark-haired individual struts in.

"Hello, boys. Daddy's home," they say.

Even with their platform heels, they aren't as tall as my body, but what they lack in height they more than make up for in oozing flamboyant sass. The leather corset is a nice touch; for certain uses of the word 'nice'. They seem rather focused on the tanks so I use the opportunity to make my way behind them.

"Rocko? Where is Sable? I still have several tests to run."

I don't have any real combat skills on my list, so I have to make do with surprise and hope that I can overpower the good doctor. I reach out and grab them by the back of the corset dragging them back onto the table slamming them down and dropping my body over them while I attach the restraints to their limbs.

Once the good doctor is restrained I push myself up and look them in the eye and shove a pair of leather underwear between their teeth. "Doctor Frankenfurter I presume?"

Oh my god. I can talk. That's so awesome. I laugh. It's amazing. I can laugh.

"Oh, doctor. I have so many questions for you. I don't even know where to start. Wait. Yes, I do. What the hell does S.A.B.L.E. stand for? I mean, I know it's not about my hair. That's blond and from what I can tell it's an acronym. So, what is it?"

I pull out the underwear gag and the doctor composes themself. I must say their makeup is rather well put together and why I think that will be a question I ask myself later. Right now the doctor is in.

They clear their throat before speaking in a rather mild tone. "S.A.B.L.E. stands for Superior Autonomous Boy Love Engine. It is my latest design perfect for the shy boy looking for their first experience. I believed the programming would show a degree of tenderness and -"

"You can stop there. How do I unprogram that? How do I get out of here? How do I get some clothes that fit? You seriously underestimated the necessary size of these underwear. Have you not seen the package you put together. Seriously, I could club a seal to death with it."

"..."

"I'm waiting."

"The leather will stretch over time, but there are other clothes upstairs that may fit better. The switch for the secret passage is on that shelf over there."

I walk over to the shelf. "Here?"

"No, it's just a step to the right."

I find the switch and the wall slides open. Excellent.

"What about the programming?"

"I'm afraid that's hardwired in. It can't be changed, though it does appear that it didn't take in the first place. Your behavior is radically different than anticipated. Honestly, I'm intrigued. I would dissect you, but I feel that letting you run free will be much more interesting."

It disturbs me that they don't sound the least bit concerned about being chained to a table. Their composure hasn't broken down in the least. Like they know they could take me down without batting an eye despite being restrained.

I take a step towards the door and stop. I return to the doctor. "Doctor, if you don't mind, I'd like to pick your brain."

"Certainly."

"Will you tell me about the general state of the world, the currency, dangers, and the like. I am after all only about a day old and have very little experience with these things."

"Oh, yes, I suppose that's true. I myself live a bit of a sheltered life. No friends growing up so I made some as you can see. Anyway, where should we begin."

My head was reeling after a while. Information overload is a real thing. The currency was pretty straight-forward. Mostly coins of a common weight copper, silver, and gold two sizes: small and large. Four small to a large, one hundred copper to a silver, one hundred silver to a gold. Pretty standard overall. The Doc even pointed me towards a small purse of mixed coins to take with me.

The world itself was pretty standard as well. Standard as far as fantasy worlds went anyway. There were many races in the world, but the human race was the most numerous and the one with the most countries. We were currently on the Southern continent in a country called Saultir. While not currently at war, Saultir was one of the more militant countries. It enjoyed war for war's sake according to the good doctor and did not have the best of reputations. Sounded to me like it would be a good idea to scram before I get conscripted into the army.

Dangers of the world include bandits, slavers, monsters, and something the doctor called ferals. Apparently, several races, mostly the monstrous races, have two natures. The kind that can be talked to and reasoned with and the kind that will kill you just because you are there. The second kind is almost completely devoid of reason. At least when they are around non-feral beings. The best thing to do is to avoid them or kill them, but with my skill set, what am I going to do, handjob them to death.