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<p>D.Olivaw: </p> <hr /> <div>='''Photo Manipulations'''=<br /> <br /> &lt;gallery&gt;<br /> File:20250812 Manip.png<br /> &lt;/gallery&gt;<br /> <br /> {{Backtogallery}}<br /> <br /> [[Category:D. Olivaw]]<br /> [[Category:2D art]]<br /> [[Category:FembotWiki user galleries]]</div>

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<p>D.Olivaw: </p> <hr /> <div>&lt;gallery&gt;<br /> <br /> &lt;/gallery&gt;<br /> [[File:20250812 Manip.png]]<br /> {{Backtogallery}}<br /> <br /> [[Category:D. Olivaw]]<br /> [[Category:2D art]]<br /> [[Category:FembotWiki user galleries]]</div>

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D.Olivaw https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Rambling_Thoughts_on_Robo-Masochism&diff=196676 2025-08-07T17:18:05Z

<p>D.Olivaw: Created page with &quot;Robot fetish media is full of conscious gynoids that love to be dismantled, more or less violently, sometimes to the point of destruction. Among other things, this serves a narrative purpose by straightforwardly manifesting the tension between the gynoid’s human appearance and her mechanical nature. But I’ve often wondered: what diegetic motivations could explain this lust for damage? Would such a machine experience damage as something analogous to pain? What follows...&quot;</p> <hr /> <div>Robot fetish media is full of conscious gynoids that love to be dismantled, more or less violently, sometimes to the point of destruction. Among other things, this serves a narrative purpose by straightforwardly manifesting the tension between the gynoid’s human appearance and her mechanical nature. But I’ve often wondered: what diegetic motivations could explain this lust for damage? Would such a machine experience damage as something analogous to pain? What follows is a summary of my tentative thoughts on the topic, such as they are.<br /> <br /> Physical pain in living organisms derives from nociception, a system for detecting tissue damage. Special nerves sensitive to mechanical disruption, damaging temperatures, and chemical threats send signals to the brain that are perceived as pain and trigger brain functions that, in addition to more immediate effects, selectively suppress the neural pathways of the behaviors that led to the painful stimulus. In human masochists, there’s some evidence that their nociceptive neural response is malformed, causing these signals to be mistaken for pleasurable stimuli. Physical pleasure works similarly, in that certain nervous stimuli trigger (different) neurotransmitters and neural patterns to strengthen the pathways for behaviors associated with those stimuli.<br /> <br /> A robot could be designed with an analogous nociceptive sensory capability, even if implemented purely in software via the coding scheme for sensory signals. Assuming a human-like neuromorphic cognitive architecture with the above-discussed systems for inhibiting or promoting behaviors, such a robot might very well have the subjective sense that such signals are painful (pace David Chalmers on qualia isomorphism as a necessary consequence of functional isomorphism). But strict biomimicry isn’t the only route, especially in light of the different material considerations of a mechanical as opposed to a biological body.<br /> <br /> Physical pain emerged as an answer to a particular set of problems. Biological organisms can heal even grave injuries, but this ability is limited. Healing takes time during which further damage can slow or reverse the progress of regeneration, so it’s vital that the affected area not be too stressed by further activity. The body’s healing powers are limited in their capacity, so it’s imperative to prevent additional injury lest a tipping point be reached beyond which full recovery becomes impossible. In the ancestral environment, each non-trivial injury came with a risk of death or serious debilitation. Under these conditions, the strength of behavioral suppression and aversion that result from the neural mechanisms associated with pain are worth their drawbacks.<br /> <br /> Assuming technology of a more or less conventional nature and skipping over some edge cases, the situation is very different for robots. They don’t heal the way that biological organisms do: physical damage is remedied by dismantling a robot sufficiently to replace all affected components, followed by reassembly. Far from maintaining themselves despite use, or even strengthening as a result of it, their parts are worn down by their working and must be periodically replaced. Even damage severe enough to cause the robot to totally cease functioning lacks the finality of biological death unless the memory or neural-analogue hardware, the “brain” itself, is wrecked. Unlike our ancestors, the robot is necessarily embedded in a technological civilization on which it relies for the power, replacement parts, lubricants, and other consumables that sustain its existence, so even major damage is more likely to be repaired instead of leading to death. The set of problems to be solved is thus fundamentally different.<br /> <br /> At minimum, damage is still inconvenient and probably costly to repair, so being completely oblivious or indifferent to it is not ideal. One possible approach is to implement a version of the pain mechanism that scales differently than ours with the degree of damage, perhaps similar in intensity at lower, ‘slamming your hand in the car door’ levels, but effectively capped not much higher than that. Imagine if having your leg severed was no more painful than a sprain.<br /> <br /> Conditional suppression of pain mechanisms could also be implemented. Indeed, biological creatures have this capability: in situations of extreme stress people who have received grievous wounds often describe the pain as much less severe than it grew to be once the stressful situation ended. In robots, one obvious use for this is suppressing pain after the initial damage event, as continued activity poses far less danger to a robot than a wounded human. Other conditions might have to do with environmental or social cues, or the specific components affected by the damage.<br /> <br /> Volitional suppression of pain would certainly make sense, too, albeit with hard-coded/wired constraints to prevent abuse (finding ways to override or circumvent these is a possible plot point). One way to realize such volitional suppression might be to design the robot such that, while the pain might still be occurring, their conscious mind, or “access consciousness” as the highest level mental thread that is aware of our other mental processes and sensations is sometimes called, is not forced to pay attention to it. In other words, the robot can choose to ignore the pain.<br /> <br /> That brings us to solutions that don’t involve pain at all, or which act independently alongside it. Instead, stimuli associated with damage could force themselves to the center of attention, ensuring the robot is aware of them. They could persist there until some time has passed, or until some condition is met that allows them to be dismissed.<br /> <br /> Since damage is still likely to be associated with physical danger, the robot should have analogues to the automatic responses that help us navigate such situations. Damage-prevention reflexes like those that cause us to pull our hand back after touching a hot stove are one example. Something akin to a rationalized version of the fight-flight-freeze reaction is another.<br /> <br /> In humans (and probably other animals) the fight-flight-freeze response is often associated with a perceptual time dilation that makes it possible to respond to events much more rapidly than is normally possible. Foreseeable neuromorphic computer hardware is made up of electrical components capable of reacting orders of magnitude more quickly than biological neurons, though there are system level constraints (e.g. most neural processes are memory- and coordination-limited rather than processing-limited) that may prevent them from fully exploiting this. Furthermore, the tight power and cooling constraints that apply to humanoid robots will likely drive a design emphasis on the inherent high efficiency of such hardware (similar to that of brain tissue), meaning that in normal operation such a robot might only be using a fraction of its maximum theoretical cognitive speed. Desperate times call for desperate measures, though, and it’s possible that the cognitive hardware of such robots might be designed to temporarily function at unsustainably high rates in crisis situations, such as when they have sustained damage.<br /> <br /> Whatever is done with the resulting signals, damage can only be directly sensed in parts of the body that are equipped with sensors of some kind. Of course, this includes the places where a robot interfaces with the world: the skin, eyes, ears, and so on, but also internal sensors associated with balance, proprioception, and the positions of various actuators.<br /> <br /> Which other internal parts might be instrumented, and to what degree, is less certain. The boundaries between fluidic and electronic systems, as well as leak-prone parts of the plumbing in general, seem like a good place for sensors that can detect moisture. A network of internal temperature sensors also seems advisable.<br /> <br /> Different subsystems or components might at once provide direct sensor inputs to cognitive/neural processes akin to sensation, but also be able to use their own installed compute capacity to generate more detailed diagnostic data when requested. In other words, the behavior of a fluid pump might “feel odd” (the neuromorphic-based intelligence is experiencing that the stimulus provided by the pump’s sensors is atypical), which could prompt a request for the system to which the pump belongs to provide a detailed diagnostic report in a symbolic format (text or image based) that the conscious, symbol-manipulating mind can read.<br /> <br /> Finally, we return to the original question: why might a conscious gynoid desire to be damaged?<br /> <br /> It seems likely that context will play a central role in governing sexual receptivity. This is especially prominent in the context of BDSM as practiced by humans, but is true for sex in general—your lover touching your genitals in the bedroom elicits very different sensations than a stranger doing so in the checkout line at a convenience store. What frightens or disgusts in one context arouses in another, profoundly affecting the perceived pleasure of a given sensation.<br /> <br /> If the pain caused by damage is not especially intense or prolonged, can be suppressed or ignored at will in the right context, or is simply absent, the problem becomes a matter of identifying the positive allure of the experience. Something about being damaged must seem pleasurable, whether by that we mean outright sensual pleasure or the satisfaction of some less immediate psychological hunger. I think the latter is too nebulous and contingent even for an exploration as speculative as this one to produce any useful generalizations, so for the time being let’s consider how physical damage might produce physical pleasure.<br /> <br /> Damage implies extreme stimulation of sensors: a blow will produce a stronger sensation (higher magnitude signal from pressure sensors) than a caress. Internal damage will stimulate sensors that are usually dormant, or else produce routine signals that rarely rise to conscious attention during normal operation. In a psychologically receptive state, such extreme, atypical sensations could be perceived as powerfully pleasurable and delightfully unpredictable—feelings that would be subjectively amplified and extended by any damage-induced hyperarrousal and time dilation. Even if the sensation of damage itself is neutral, though, triggering these mechanisms might be desirable because of their effect on co-occurring, more conventionally pleasurable sensations.<br /> <br /> Important too are the specific qualities of the gynoid’s sexual system. What set of physical stimuli produces pleasure for her in general? Is she made so that only the stimulation of a few erogenous zones can ever be perceived as sexually pleasurable or, like humans, does a state of growing sexual excitement open the gates to erotic pleasure from a wider range of sensual inputs? In the former case, only damage to those erogenous parts of the gynoid has the potential to result in direct extreme-stimulus pleasure. The latter provides a much broader scope for the enjoyment of damage as a part of sexual play.<br /> <br /> If this capacity for experiencing damage as pleasurable is subject to the behavioral reinforcement mechanism so central to the causal-mechanical aspect of what we call “pleasure,” positive accidental or experimental experience could result in a self-reinforcing desire to explore more extreme manifestations.</div>

D.Olivaw https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=User:D.Olivaw&diff=196675 2025-08-07T17:17:16Z

<p>D.Olivaw: </p> <hr /> <div>=Favorite stories=<br /> *''[[Charlie's Second-Hand Angel]]'' by Fection<br /> *''[[Sour Candy]]'' by Fection<br /> *''[[One More Fare]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[Over Some Drinks]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[The Hustler]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[Three Pawns]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[Cheerleader]]'' by Silent Lurker<br /> <br /> =Favorites pictures=<br /> ==FembotWiki members manipulations==<br /> &lt;gallery&gt;<br /> Clean_Up.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Best_Friend.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Over-Use.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Unlocked.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Bdy65 .jpg|By [[Body]]<br /> Bdy66.jpg|By [[Body]]<br /> Body_20240102.png|By [[Body]]<br /> Body_20230920.png|By [[Body]]<br /> Body_20220416_2.png|By [[Body]]<br /> Jenny_Bot_Burnout.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> Milie's-Shutdown.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> BunnyBotLillianMuller.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> Surprised_Shutdown.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> Lost_Kitten.png|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Horny_Jail.png|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Comm_-_Erntoron_IV_-_Full.png|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Comm_-_Erntoron_IV+_-_Full.png|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Comm_-_Erntoron_IX_-_P2_-_Full.jpg|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Comm_-_REDD_II_-_P2.png|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Comm_-_PrussiAntique_XX_-_P7_-_Full.png|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Ibore232.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> Ibore190.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> Ibore131.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> Ibore79.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> Ibore78.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Cerberus_Operative.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Oakshade_Resorts'_In-room_Funtronics_eEscort_4_Service.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Kathlyn’s_Device.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Discarded.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_252.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Home_Movies.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Naughty_Pupil.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_146.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_134.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Smashing_the_Competition.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Celebs_-_Kim_Kardashian.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_18.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> Fection12.jpg|By [[Fection]]<br /> Fection15.jpg|By [[Fection]]<br /> Fection13.jpg|By [[Fection]]<br /> Glitch74.jpg|By [[Glitch]]<br /> Glitch80.jpg|By [[Glitch]]<br /> Glitch96.jpg|By [[Glitch]]<br /> Fa2206200901.jpg|By [[Href]]<br /> KT attacked.jpg|By [[Kube²]]<br /> Lilith_Sombrabot_Compromised.png|By [[Lilith]]<br /> &lt;/gallery&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Animated==<br /> &lt;gallery&gt;<br /> File:Tumblr_meh5rrzRWv1qmvy8zo1_500.gif<br /> File:Westworld_water_damage_scene.gif<br /> File:Realhuman3.gif<br /> File:Realhuman2.gif<br /> File:Digilove05.gif<br /> File:NYDENION-Animated.gif<br /> Futureworld_woman_in_Robot_Repair.gif<br /> &lt;/gallery&gt;<br /> <br /> =Links=<br /> ==My Stories==<br /> *&lt;big&gt;[[Stories/D. Olivaw|D. Olivaw's Stories]]&lt;/big&gt;<br /> ==Essays==<br /> *&lt;big&gt;[[Rambling Thoughts on Robo-Masochism|Rambling Thoughts on Robo-Masochism]]&lt;/big&gt;<br /> <br /> [[Category:D. Olivaw]]<br /> [[Category:FembotWiki user pages]]</div>

D.Olivaw https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=User:D.Olivaw&diff=196643 2025-07-31T16:03:01Z

<p>D.Olivaw: Culling dead links</p> <hr /> <div>=Favorite stories=<br /> *''[[Charlie's Second-Hand Angel]]'' by Fection<br /> *''[[Sour Candy]]'' by Fection<br /> *''[[One More Fare]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[Over Some Drinks]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[The Hustler]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[Three Pawns]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[Cheerleader]]'' by Silent Lurker<br /> <br /> =Favorites pictures=<br /> ==FembotWiki members manipulations==<br /> &lt;gallery&gt;<br /> Clean_Up.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Best_Friend.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Over-Use.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Unlocked.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Bdy65 .jpg|By [[Body]]<br /> Bdy66.jpg|By [[Body]]<br /> Body_20240102.png|By [[Body]]<br /> Body_20230920.png|By [[Body]]<br /> Body_20220416_2.png|By [[Body]]<br /> Jenny_Bot_Burnout.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> Milie's-Shutdown.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> BunnyBotLillianMuller.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> Surprised_Shutdown.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> Lost_Kitten.png|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Horny_Jail.png|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Comm_-_Erntoron_IV_-_Full.png|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Comm_-_Erntoron_IV+_-_Full.png|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Comm_-_Erntoron_IX_-_P2_-_Full.jpg|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Comm_-_REDD_II_-_P2.png|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Comm_-_PrussiAntique_XX_-_P7_-_Full.png|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Ibore232.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> Ibore190.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> Ibore131.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> Ibore79.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> Ibore78.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Cerberus_Operative.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Oakshade_Resorts'_In-room_Funtronics_eEscort_4_Service.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Kathlyn’s_Device.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Discarded.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_252.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Home_Movies.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Naughty_Pupil.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_146.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_134.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Smashing_the_Competition.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Celebs_-_Kim_Kardashian.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_18.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> Fection12.jpg|By [[Fection]]<br /> Fection15.jpg|By [[Fection]]<br /> Fection13.jpg|By [[Fection]]<br /> Glitch74.jpg|By [[Glitch]]<br /> Glitch80.jpg|By [[Glitch]]<br /> Glitch96.jpg|By [[Glitch]]<br /> Fa2206200901.jpg|By [[Href]]<br /> KT attacked.jpg|By [[Kube²]]<br /> Lilith_Sombrabot_Compromised.png|By [[Lilith]]<br /> &lt;/gallery&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Animated==<br /> &lt;gallery&gt;<br /> File:Tumblr_meh5rrzRWv1qmvy8zo1_500.gif<br /> File:Westworld_water_damage_scene.gif<br /> File:Realhuman3.gif<br /> File:Realhuman2.gif<br /> File:Digilove05.gif<br /> File:NYDENION-Animated.gif<br /> Futureworld_woman_in_Robot_Repair.gif<br /> &lt;/gallery&gt;<br /> <br /> =Links=<br /> *&lt;big&gt;[[Stories/D. Olivaw|D. Olivaw's Stories]]&lt;/big&gt;<br /> <br /> [[Category:D. Olivaw]]<br /> [[Category:FembotWiki user pages]]</div>

D.Olivaw https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=File:Tumblr_meh5rrzRWv1qmvy8zo1_500.gif&diff=196619 2025-07-28T15:11:59Z

<p>D.Olivaw: </p> <hr /> <div>{{animated}}<br /> <br /> [[Category:Faceoff]]<br /> [[Category:Damage]]<br /> [[Category:Pyrotechnics]]<br /> [[Category:Sparks]]</div>

D.Olivaw https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=A_Tale_from_the_Plastic_Rose:_Victoria&diff=196618 2025-07-28T15:09:14Z

<p>D.Olivaw: </p> <hr /> <div>Victoria's eyes jittered back and forth, meticulously scanning the crowd of revelers that packed the darkened main floor of the Plastic Rose. Her onboard software picked out facial expressions, posture, and dress, correlating them with everything from the subject's proximity to other guests to the expected emotional impact of the electronic music playing on the club's sound system.<br /> <br /> She focused in on a pair of men loitering off to one side of the room. They were turned away from her, hiding their faces from her analysis, but the slight sway of their bodies and the near-empty drink glasses they held indicated inebriation. That meant they'd likely been here for some time, yet they weren't being seen to by any of the other hostesses. Victoria queried the network and verified that none of her fellow units had recorded a social interaction with the two, so they hadn't turned down companionship but also hadn't sought it out. Her system tentatively assigned them to the category reserved for shy guests and assembled various pre-programmed behavior modules into a course of action.<br /> <br /> Victoria threaded her way around the perimeter of the dance floor, in between groups of people who stood leaning inward to talk over the music. Her well-polished black catsuit gleamed, hiding nothing of her idealized physique despite covering everything below the neck. &quot;Rubber Thursday&quot; was a weekly event at the Plastic Rose, and the other hostesses were all dressed identically. As usual, many of the guests had chosen outfits in keeping with the theme.<br /> <br /> Most of the groups Victoria passed were accompanied by a least one hostess or companion unit. The companions, more realistic and capable models than the hostesses, were also dressed more diversely. They ran the range from total nudity to elaborate fetish gear, whatever their client had pre-selected on the club's web-site.<br /> <br /> Victoria stepped into the narrow space between her two oblivious targets, brushing her hips against theirs and placing her arms around their shoulders. Both turned their heads toward her in surprise, the tall blond one a little faster than the shorter man with the shaved head. Now that she could see their flushed complexions and dopy smiles, Victoria's facial analysis software greatly increased its estimate of their intoxication level. Evidently, this hadn’t their first stop of the night. The CPU in her chest hummed to a higher state of activity as it modified her interaction presets.<br /> <br /> &quot;Having fun?&quot; she asked, raising her voice over the sound of the bass-heavy track that had started while she was crossing the room.<br /> <br /> &quot;I am now,&quot; the man with the shaved head said, his words slurring together slightly. &quot;I'm George, ‘an this is Leo.&quot;<br /> <br /> George's arm shifted, and Victoria detected a pressure on her bottom that she concluded was his hand. The sheet of sensors buried under the outermost layer of her plastic skin reported spiking pressure along with decreased area: George had pinched her ass.<br /> <br /> The latex-clad gynoid cocked her head and smiled. &quot;I'm Victoria.&quot; She turned towards George's friend. &quot;How about you, Leo, are you having fun?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I guess. Hey, Victoria, this is our first time. How-&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I made him come! This big wimp's hot on you robo-girls but he was too afraid-&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Shut up, George!&quot; Leo said, rolling his eyes.<br /> <br /> &quot;Oh, sorry, you... uh, you're a robot, right, V?&quot; George asked.<br /> <br /> Victoria froze for a second until her processors had successfully parsed the overlapped statements and the impromptu diminutive George had called her by. Finally, she answered, &quot;That's right, I'm one of the Plastic Rose's custom hostess units. What do you think of me so far?&quot;<br /> <br /> Leo's eyes widened, &quot;you're so real!&quot; He reached up and felt the hand Victoria had hung around his shoulder, interlacing his fingers with hers.<br /> <br /> Victoria squeezed his hand back and said, &quot;oh, I'm nothing. The companion units are the real stars. If want to order one, just say so and I’ll take care of it; the hourly rate’s very reasonable.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Hourly, huh? How about for five minutes!&quot; George guffawed. When Victoria earnestly tried to explain that there was a 1-hour minimum he cut her off and said, &quot;Hey, Leo, I'm gonna go get us another round. Have fun until I get back.&quot; He took Leo's glass and started to walk away. Pausing after a few steps, George turned back to shout, &quot;but not too much fun!&quot; and waggle his eyebrows before continuing to the bar.<br /> <br /> Victoria turned to towards Leo, put her hands at his waist, and stared into his eyes intently. She nearly maxed out her system resources trying to decipher the complicated dance of expressions on his face. He was obviously fighting through a haze of alcohol, and her algorithms identified aspects of arousal, fear, and annoyance. Only one of these was related to her programmed objective. She scanned her memory of what little she knew about Leo and hit on an obvious route forward.<br /> <br /> &quot;You like gynoids?&quot; She asked.<br /> <br /> Leo's annoyance seemed to subside, a minor victory for Victoria's programmers, as the initial version of her question, 'George said you like robo-girls?' had thrown an emotional association alert and been edited to remove references to the assumed source of his displeasure. Victoria, of course, felt no joy at her triumph: the change in Leo’s disposition was detected and the appropriate variables were updated. Electrical activity flashed across the processor chips in her visual and cognitive systems while current circulated in the traces on her circuit boards. She was performing the task she had been designed for at peak efficiency.<br /> <br /> A hint of a smile appeared on Leo's face, &quot;I guess so.&quot; A bit hesitantly, he stroked the apple of Victoria's cheek. &quot;You're so perfect.&quot;<br /> <br /> The last statement was too quiet for Victoria to hear over the music, but she was able to read his lips. She put her hand over his and nuzzled into it, kissing the palm before letting him go. &quot;Thank you,&quot; she said, and noted that he was breathing faster. &quot;So, that’s what you like about us, that we're so perfect?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Not just that. Ever since I was a kid I really liked machines... guess I like them better than most people. I just get them, you know?&quot; Leo’s earlier hesitancy seemed to be dissolving, displaced by growing lust, and eagerness to open up toVictoria about his desires.<br /> <br /> While he spoke, his hand had migrated to Victoria's side, as close to her breast as it was possible to get without actually touching it. Based on the increasing intensity of their interaction, Victoria's software triggered a decision node that would take things to the next level. She turned, thrusting the breast squarely into his grasp. &quot;Looks like you got me, at least,&quot; she said.<br /> <br /> Leo glanced around nervously, but saw that Victoria was far from the only hostess or companion engaged in a little playful touching with the guests. Whatever the specific rules were, they seemed accepting of everything short of actual sex. Still, he wasn't the exhibitionistic type. Without removing his hand, he moved closer to Victoria and put his arm around her waist, shielding her from view to most of the room. Up close, the odd, but not unpleasant scent of her catsuit was more powerful, and he could see that her skin, very realistic seeming from a few feet away in the dimly-lit club, had a subtle, satiny sheen. The breast in his hand was realistic enough; it felt soft but heavy as he lifted and squeezed it beneath its slick rubber covering. He felt a hard nipple poking through the catsuit and impulsively rubbed it with his thumb. His heart-rate jumped when Victoria sighed loudly in response.<br /> <br /> &quot;Can I kiss you?&quot; he asked.<br /> <br /> Victoria shook her head sadly. &quot;Sorry, Leo, I’m just a hostess: no mouth-to-mouth contact allowed. If you want to spend some time with a companion, though, they can do anything.” The way she drew out the last word made it a promise of undreamt-of pleasure. “And they're so much more advanced than me.” Calculatingly, she chose that moment to press her groin against Leo's, trapping his growing erection between their bodies. She ground herself softly against him. “So much… better equipped. I think you’d get a real kick out of it.”<br /> <br /> &quot;What if I want you, Victoria?&quot; he asked, &quot;not one of the companions. I like you.&quot;<br /> <br /> Victoria smiled, her CPU focusing mostly on the kinematic analysis and pressure feedback her software was using to control her motions, to keep Leo at a heightened but stable level of arousal. His question was common enough that she was programmed with a canned response that took minimal system resources to deploy, other than a quick check of the club's inventory. &quot;I like you too, Leo.” She dug her nails into Leo’s back through his light, collared shirt, just hard enough to bite a bit. “Oh, how I like you, but the rules are the rules,” she said, and let him mull it for a brief time before going in for the kill. “You know, we do have a companion model that looks a lot like me. Should I-&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Hey, woah! I said not too much fun!&quot; George reappeared from around a nearby cluster of people, bearing a pair of lowball glasses loaded with brown liquor and ice. He'd already drained half of one on the way back and was swaying like he was on the deck of a ship only he could see. &quot;I leave for a few minutes... and you're practly headin toward home base,&quot; he took a sip from his drink and handed the other to a suddenly annoyed-looking Leo.<br /> <br /> Victoria's systems were thrown into momentary chaos by George's arrival. Her decision trees had pruned down to an almost exclusively focus on maneuvering Leo into a date with a companion unit, but from the look on his face and the way he broke away from their embrace to face his drunk friend, it seemed all the progress she'd made had evaporated. That alone wasn’t a problem; Victoria was a machine, as tireless and unwearying as any of her kind. Neither was the fact that George also fit her target criteria to a tee. The problem was that her programming now evaluated them as contradictory equal-value prospects, and George's directive to not have fun added an additional confounding factor. Victoria stiffened while her processors tackled the dilemma. She stared blankly out at the dance floor, her glistening, crimson lips parted.<br /> <br /> The pause would only have lasted a few more seconds before either a compromise solution would be found, or one of the two men would be selected at random. However, George chose that moment to throw his arm around the hostess and say, &quot;Hey, baby, you look a little tense. How 'bout a drink?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I don't think that's a good idea,&quot; Leo said, but George had already lifted his glass to Victoria's lips and tipped it back.<br /> <br /> Victoria's overtaxed CPU recognized the danger she was in just a moment too late. Servos whirred as she jerked her head away from the glass, but the motion just served to throw the slug of watery liquor in her mouth back against the circuit boards residing behind it. The rest of the drink spilled down her chin, decorating the front of her catsuit with glittering drops and rivulets.<br /> <br /> &quot;Careful, George,&quot; she chided, &quot;I'm not designed for liquid intake.&quot; She turned back to Leo, by now the clear answer to her earlier conflict of priorities. Victoria initiated a new strategy, one designed to re-inflate his desire while simultaneously paring him away from his distracting and even dangerous 'friend' - she'd already used the network to cue another hostess to take care of George, one way or another. &quot;Would you like to dance, Leo?&quot; She asked.<br /> <br /> Leo was somewhat bemused by the drink incident, but the prospect of spending more time with Victoria was irresistible. &quot;Sure, but don't expect much, I'm terrible.&quot; The techno favored by the club's DJ wasn't really his style, and he drunkenly wondered why the current tracked was dubbed with weird hissing and buzzing noises.<br /> <br /> Victoria laughed. &quot;Don't worry,&quot; she said. Her head snapped to the left so hard it hit its stops with an audible clack, then tilted sharply upwards. &quot;I'm sure you're a great dancer.&quot; She was seemingly unperturbed as another set of servos, obeying the command of her CPU, fought to bring her head juddering back to its previous position. The two sets of conflicting actuators whined loudly until the first set ceased their rebellion as abruptly as they'd started. Now the hostess' head jerked down and right before her CPU was able to compensate. Milky smoke began to seep from her mouth and nose.<br /> <br /> &quot;Well, what are you waiting for?&quot; Victoria asked, the movements of her mouth lagging the words by at least a second. She went to put her hands on her hips but was forced to seize a horrified Leo for support as she suddenly stumbled off balance. The room and all the objects in it, or at least the coordinate and vector data her CPU was receiving from the specialized sub-processors in her head, had become impossibly distorted. Tables and guests appeared in midair one millisecond and beneath the floor in the next. It was by pure accident that the representation of Leo happened to be one of the only objects to retain its original relation to her. She still managed to badly overstress an ankle joint trying to stay upright on her tall platform heels amidst the room's violent swaying.<br /> <br /> &quot;Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!&quot; Leo was saying as he watched Victoria's eyes swivel chaotically in their sockets, finally ending up somewhat crossed. The malfunctioning gynoid was looking around with small, random-seeming motions whose birdlike sharpness flipped her long, black hair about her shoulders. Smoke was now coming from her ears, too.<br /> <br /> Victoria grinned, the dark interior of her mouth illuminated by an electric flash from somewhere behind her too-white teeth, and said, &quot;So you're ready for me to order that companion, Leo?&quot;<br /> <br /> By now, her CPU was completely overwhelmed sorting through the combination of corrupted data and component failure alerts generated by the shorting electronics in her head. Social interaction processing had been pushed to the bottom of the pile and was returning only the most immediate, basic responses to what little sensible data was reaching it. She tried to access the club net for instructions but received only error messages in return - her wireless card had been one of the first things destroyed.<br /> <br /> &quot;You idiot, she's totally fucked!&quot; Leo shouted at his friend as Victoria's body shuddered against him. Despite the acrid smoke and the terrible circumstances, her writhing motions had rejuvenated his flagging erection.<br /> <br /> &quot;She's a friggen sex-bot! Why can't she take a little water in her mouth? It doesn't make any sense, Leo, it aint my fault!&quot; George face was bright red, and he was backing away from Leo and Victoria now, looking around as through he expected angry bouncers to appear at any moment. He was no expert on robots, but he knew they were expensive.<br /> <br /> Victoria detected Leo's increasingly firm erection against her and again began to grind against him, but her processors experienced a fault as a new tranche of component failure alerts hit the top of their queue. The program that should have been carefully modulating her motions instead produced an instruction for endlessly increasing amplitude and frequency; the initially gentle movement became frantically intense. Instead of grinding against Leo she was almost comically dry-humping him.<br /> <br /> &quot;D-d-d-don't you want to da-da-da-dance, Leeeeee-&quot; Leo's name cut out in a sharp and mercifully short screech of distorted noise as some of Victoria's vocal circuitry shorted. She caught up a little on her processor backlog and the violent gyrations stopped. By now it was apparent that she had experienced critical hardware damage, and none of her attempts to restart the faulty systems or route around damage were more than marginally successful. The hard-coded response to her current situation was to immediately cease client interactions and return to the servicing room.<br /> <br /> &quot;Victoria, hey, Victoria,&quot; Leo was snapping his fingers in front of the cross-eyed gynoid. George had disappeared into the crowd; the coward had probably fled the club completely, Leo thought. &quot;Can anyone help her?&quot; he called out, but the music had kicked into high gear and no one could hear him. Unexpectedly, Victoria straightened up.<br /> <br /> Disregarding the useless data from her still-frying visual and auditory circuits, Victoria was calculating the best way to return to the Plastic Rose’s gynoid maintenance bay. Her environmental modelling software averaged the position and displacement of all objects that had been tagged stationary since she'd begun her conversation with the two men, and mapped a route to the objective that left a reasonable safety margin around them. Avoiding guests and other gynoids would be more of a challenge, and in the absence of vision she'd have to rely on lower-accuracy joint-feedback and onboard accelerometer data for balance and positioning. She extended her arms straight out ahead of her, palms facing forward, and said &quot;Excu-cu-cu-cuse me&quot; in a loud, tinny voice, her lips twisting into shapes unrelated to the words.<br /> <br /> Leo stepped back from Victoria's stiffly raised arms. She rotated in place with small, precise motions, faced away from him, and began to march away with clockwork steps, smoke trailing behind her. Leo saw befuddled or amused looks on some of the other patrons' faces as she passed. &quot;Victoria? Wait up!&quot; He called after her and started to follow.<br /> <br /> The crowd parted around Victoria, and apart from a few brushes that sent her stumbling, she made good progress. Better than Leo, who nearly knocked over another hostess that shocked him by being identical to Victoria except for having bright purple hair. &quot;Sorry,&quot; he said, and started to push past, but she stopped him with a hand on his arm.<br /> <br /> &quot;You don't look like you're having fun. What's wrong?&quot; she asked.<br /> <br /> &quot;Victoria, she's, uh, hurt I guess, and I-&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Oh, Victoria? If she was malfunctioning, then she's just going to get fixed. What's your name?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Leo,&quot; he muttered, looking over the new hostess' shoulder. He had already lost track of Victoria in the dim, crowded club.<br /> <br /> &quot;Well I’m Violet, and I want you to forget about Victoria. After all, I’m much prettier, aren’t I?” She flipped her extravagantly colored hair and pouted at him.<br /> <br /> Leo relaxed a few notches. &quot;You're sure she'll be okay?&quot;<br /> <br /> Violet placed her hands on her hips. &quot;What did I say about forgetting?” she scolded. “You're here to have fun, so let’s have fun! Want to dance?&quot; Violet asked. Without waiting for an answer, she took Leo's hand and led him back towards the center of the club.<br /> <br /> Meanwhile, Victoria was picking her way towards the back. She was most of the way there when a woman in a see-through plastic party dress turned and thoughtlessly stepped out in front of her. Victoria tripped over the woman's foot, failed to catch herself, and sprawled forward. She would have just fallen onto her hands if not for a steel-topped table in the booth in front of her. Her face slammed into the edge with a sound of cracking plastic and she flopped the rest of the way to the floor. The man and woman who'd been sitting in the booth looked horrified as Victoria carefully got back to her feet, minus the deeply creased faceplate that still lay on the floor.<br /> <br /> As she turned back to pursue her currently programmed objective, the inner mechanisms of Victoria's head were fully exposed. Tightly-packed circuit boards nested between the servos that drove her jaw through its limited range of motion. A cable that had connected one of her eyes to the foremost circuit board had torn loose from the back of the faceplate, and now dangled limply from its white plastic plug. The cavity was filled with electrical smoke that wafted lazily from countless shorted components. &quot;Eeeexcu-u-u-use meeeeeeeee&quot; a speaker mounted among the circuit boards growled distortedly.<br /> <br /> The last few groups between Victoria and the door willingly moved aside for the stiffly striding hostess. The gynoids among them acted quickly to distract guests from the bizarre spectacle; companions aggressively kissed and fondled their clients while hostesses whispered lustful promises or cracked lewd jokes. Silently, they alerted the club’s network of Victoria’s location and status.<br /> <br /> Just a few steps from her destination, Victoria’s damaged ankle failed with a cracking noise. She swayed drunkenly before falling back against the unyielding concrete floor. The force of the impact popped the liquid cooling header off one of her processors arrays and broke several other components free of their mountings. Clear, viscous coolant spurted into the interior of her chest cavity and her primary coolant loop lost most of its pressure. The unexpected change in attitude and the spike in error messages and system faults slowed her CPU to a standstill, and for several seconds she could only lay shuddering on the floor with her hair splayed out around her head. At last, she sat up stiffly and began to rise.<br /> <br /> Just as Victoria had gotten her feet back under her, the door to the maintenance area burst open. The corner of the door’s push-bar crunched into her facial cavity, smashing the circuit boards inside amidst a flurry of tiny sparks. The impact sent her sprawling onto her back again.<br /> <br /> “Sorry-ry-ry, no mouth to- no mouth to- no mouth to mouggrrhh” she said in a voice that wandered randomly in pitch. As she sat up once more, coolant from the newly-ruptured lines in her head dribbled down from the crushed mass of components and spilled onto her chest.<br /> <br /> Her would-be savior, a casually-dressed technician who worked for the club, looked at the mess and cursed under her breath about “perfect timing.” Ignoring the disapproving looks she got from some of the club patrons, she hurried around behind Victoria and hoisted the badly damaged gynoid to its feet, her grasp slipping on the lubed-up rubber outfit.<br /> <br /> Victoria twisted in the tech’s arms, pushing one of her breasts into her grasp just as she had with Leo. By now her system was in total chaos as hardware overheated or gave nonsensical feedback to commands. The speaker in her head made a squelching, distorted noise that suddenly clarified into “ggggot me at le-le-least,” before continuously looping a half-second sample of her most lustful sigh.<br /> <br /> The tech rolled her eyes and manhandled Victoria towards the door. She bumped it open with her behind and pulled her now spastically jerking cargo through into the brightly lit servicing room. The door closed again with a metallic ka-chunk, sealing out all but a residue of the club’s music and crowd noise.<br /> <br /> “Holy crap! What’d she, get hit by a bus?” the tech’s supervisor said from across the room. He adjusted his thick glasses and came over for a closer look<br /> <br /> The supervisor helped move Victoria over to an examination table then pulled down the zipper on the rear of her catsuit, exposing her upper back. He jabbed his thumb at a slightly off-color rectangle of skin at the base of her neck and there was a quiet click. Victoria’s motions ceased suddenly, her body slumping limply to the table. Coolant began to puddle under her head, and a few thin wisps of smoke rose from the smashed circuitry within.<br /> <br /> “Is she… totaled?” the tech worriedly asked her supervisor.<br /> <br /> He sighed. “She wouldn’t act so strangely with just the visible damage. Something more important must have gotten messed up,” he tapped her back. “We’ll have to do a full teardown, and I think I know just the person for the job.” He flashed a friendly smile at the tech, whose shoulders drooped, then walked away.<br /> <br /> “Thanks,” the tech said, giving Victoria’s shoulder a mock-punch, “thanks a lot.” Shaking her head, she headed back out into the club to find her new project’s missing face.<br /> <br /> -----<br /> <br /> <br /> {{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> [[Stories|&amp;larr; Story Archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:D. 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D.Olivaw https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Two_for_the_Naughty_List&diff=195877 2025-07-16T15:29:31Z

<p>D.Olivaw: </p> <hr /> <div>=Two for the Naughty List=<br /> Christmas comes but once a year, and so apparently does my urge to write fembot-smut. Please enjoy this slightly-tardy holiday trifle; a tale of gynoid rivalry, sex, and foul play.<br /> <br /> Two For the Naughty List<br /> <br /> Kelsie took her fingertip away from the wall of the gingerbread house and watched expectantly. It stuck for just a few seconds before flopping back onto the tray, the heavily built-up bead of white icing around the edge testifying to her prior attempts at reinforcement.<br /> <br /> “Grrr,” Kelsie gritted her teeth and rolled her eyes. “I can’t get this stupid thing to stay!”<br /> <br /> She swatted the table with one hand, causing a roof panel to slide down into the coconut-shaving snow next to the wall. She lifted her foot to stomp in frustration but caught herself—keeping a suspicious eye on the semi-collapsed edible edifice, she gently returned her stiletto to the floor.<br /> <br /> “Gingerbread houses are dumb.”<br /> <br /> Across the kitchen, Nicole froze with the tip of her pastry bag partway through its rapid trajectory from cookie to cookie. She looked over her shoulder, one glacier blue eye framed between her ruler-straight nose and lank hair almost as pale as the frost around the window-panes.<br /> <br /> In a voice as soft—and cold—as new-fallen powder, she said, “I’ve never had any difficulty with them. Perhaps it is not gingerbread houses that are deficient.”<br /> <br /> Kelsie stared back blankly. Her lips parted, shiny and red as holly berries, and the computer hardware in her chest hummed a little louder.<br /> <br /> She frowned. “Hey, you’re saying I’m deficient!”<br /> <br /> Nicole had already returned to icing the cookies.The Christmas lights above the windows made glinting, gaily colored reflections in the backless silver dress that clung to her torso like wrapping paper around a present, an impression heightened by the wide ribbon tied around her waist so that a bow sprang from the small of her back.<br /> <br /> “I never have been able to understand why, despite so many upgrades and updates, Alton still hasn’t brought you up to standard.”<br /> <br /> Kelsie put her hands on her hips. “Your standard, you mean?”<br /> <br /> “So, you’re not completely hopeless.”<br /> <br /> Kelsie could hear the smile even if she couldn’t see it.<br /> <br /> She twirled her hair, a programmed gesture indicating memory access. After a short pause she said, “Probably ‘cause he’s still trying to figure out how to program a personality into you. Now there’s an impossible problem.”<br /> <br /> Nicole’s hands stopped in their course again. She half-turned towards Kelsie.<br /> <br /> “That was quick.” Her gaze snapped to where Kelsie’s finger was still toying with one messy strawberry lock.<br /> <br /> Kelsie dropped the hand to her side. “What?”<br /> <br /> “Kelsie, darling… have you really pre-processed a bank of insults to use on me?”<br /> <br /> Rather than answer, Kelsie sidled up next to Nicole and crossed her arms. The gesture gave her breasts the look of fully-inflated balloons straining upwards against her red-and-green crop top.<br /> <br /> “I suppose you’ve got me beat when it comes to processing power, and memory and other stuff like that. That’s why you’re so good at doing all the cooking and cleaning and preparing Alton’s taxes. You’re really useful for that kind of thing.”<br /> <br /> Nicole’s eyes narrowed as Kelsie nattered on. “It must make you feel better to know you’re such a good appliance while he’s enjoying himself with me. You know, since I have some actual soul.” She looked Nicole up and down and snorted derisively. “No wonder I’m his favorite.”<br /> <br /> Nicole’s lips barely moved when she spoke. “His… favorite?”<br /> <br /> Kelsie nodded. “Uh huh.”<br /> <br /> Nicole stared, then threw her head back and burst into a long cackle. She picked up another pastry bag and began icing ornaments onto a set of christmas-tree cookies.<br /> <br /> Kelsie’s triumphant smile drooped. She goggled. Her processors went into overdrive trying to make sense of the contradictory reaction.<br /> <br /> “Oh, Kelsie, Kelsie, you sweet, simple airhead. I’m his favorite. Fifty-point-zero-two percent of all climaxes Alton has experienced with us have been thanks to me. I have an almost identical lead in overall sexual encounters even despite your head start.” She looked at Kelsie and shook her head pityingly. “You simply cannot argue with numbers. My logic is irrefutable.”<br /> <br /> “I-I-I-I-I-I-I—” Kelsie stuttered as all available computing power was drawn into the attempt to calculate a response.<br /> <br /> Eventually the main process timed out and terminated, no closer to success despite spiking her system temperature. But Nicole’s numbers were only accurate up to the present moment, she realized once she spread the net a bit wider at the direction of her general problem-solving algorithms.<br /> <br /> She came back to herself only to see Nicole staring at her with a superior-looking smile.<br /> <br /> “Still functioning? I thought you might need to be rebooted, the way you were twitching.”<br /> <br /> Rather than spend another word on the stuck-up sex-bot, Kelsie put her plan into action. She poured a glass of eggnog from the pitcher in the refrigerator and left to find Alton.<br /> <br /> [[User:Spaz|Spaz]] ([[User talk:Spaz|talk]])<br /> <br /> Alton was, as he had been for much of the evening, in the living room, seated on the couch with a book in his hands. “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” was playing over the sound system, and a slowly diminishing fire was crackling in the fireplace. An artificial tree was set up in one corner; the precise arrangement of the lights and ornaments bespoke Nicole’s hand.<br /> <br /> He took the eggnog from Kelsie graciously, if a little bemusedly.<br /> <br /> “How’s the gingerbread house coming along?” He asked when she continued to loom over him.<br /> <br /> Kelsie rolled her eyes. “Please don’t ask about the dumb gingerbread house.” Alton looked confused as she plucked the glass out of his hands and set it on the end table, then straddled his lap. “I was hoping maybe you’d like to stuff my stocking.”<br /> <br /> He chuckled and gestured with his chin at the book pinned between their bodies. “Maybe later, I was just getting to a good part.”<br /> <br /> She took one of his hands and slid it up underneath her top. Her systems were hardly ticking over—this was what she was made for, not pastry construction work or playing mind games with Nicole.<br /> <br /> The delicate sensors threaded into her polymer skin registered his hot palm cupping her breast, the growing pressure as he squeezed it. She felt him roll her nipple between his fingers and, when the pressure crossed a critical threshold, she let out a little gasp.<br /> <br /> “Wouldn’t you rather get to my good parts?” She batted her eyelashes. “Just think of it as my Christmas present.”<br /> <br /> Alton hooked his thumb under her top and pulled it up, letting her breasts bounce free. Her erect pink nipples stood proud from large, perfectly circular aureoles.<br /> <br /> “I usually wait until morning to open my presents, but I guess I can make an excemhhr—” his voice was smothered by Kelsie’s cleavage as she leaned forwards to envelop his head between similarly-sized mammaries.<br /> <br /> She pumped her petite fists in the air. “Hooray!” Nicole was totally doomed to second-tier status now that Alton had given in to her.<br /> <br /> Alton pushed her back far enough to save himself from cleavage-induced asphyxia and took one of her nipples into his mouth. Kelsie sighed as he swept his tongue up and down over it. She pinched the other one and pulled it up, stretching the delicate sensory fibers inside, and ground her crotch into Alton’s lap.<br /> <br /> A symphony of tactile data swelled in her pre-processing arrays. Software hand-written by her lover analyzed it into its myriad themes, picking out the warmth and gentle pressure as he drew her deeper into his mouth, the thrill as his teeth softly grazed her aureole, the heat of his hands on her flanks, the sharpness of her own nail as it dug into the other nipple. Every time he used her for his pleasure he played a different piece upon the instruments of her body.<br /> <br /> Alton drew back and tossed the book onto the coffee table. He was breathing hard and Kelsie’s partner-sentiment tracking code indicated that he had given into her completely. His arms tightened around her. With one motion he rose and flipped her to lie back on the couch—she could already feel him growing hard against her. Her miniskirt had ridden up into a festive-colored wreath around her waist; beneath it lay bare, sun-kissed flesh.<br /> <br /> Kelsie spread her legs wide. “Merry Christmas,” she said as Alton’s pants dropped to his ankles.<br /> <br /> She reached out and guided his shaft between her folds, then let her palm ride up onto his firm stomach as he drove into her. Her sensory processors maxed out as the elastic material of her vaginal sleeve stretched. Sensory resolution for the rest of her body dropped to let her prioritize properly servicing his cock—the minute variations in pressure and tension absorbed her completely. She shifted her hips a few degrees, emitted a precise quantity of additional lubricant, and was rewarded when his second thrust rammed home to the root.<br /> <br /> “Yes!” she cried.<br /> <br /> The firelight glinted in his eyes. He grabbed hold of her breasts for handles and began thrusting at a steady pace. His lips drew back from clenched teeth.<br /> <br /> “Ah! Ah! Ah!” Kelsie made a gasping little yelp at the end of each stroke, a vocalization she’d honed through many iterations until she knew, deployed at the right moment, it would drive him wild.<br /> <br /> He made a deep, animal sound, somewhere between a growl and grunt, and clamped his hands onto Kelsie’s shoulders like hot iron bands. Sweat beaded on his broad chest and began to run down it in glittering runnels as he changed his rhythm, bringing himself almost wholly clear of her before each thrust, then hammering home with a fleshy clap. An accelerometer mounted inside Kelsie’s torso recorded shock levels that threatened to dislodge her components.<br /> <br /> She grinned. “I love it when you fuck me hard!”<br /> <br /> “Almost time,” he said between breaths, “for you to receive my gift.”<br /> <br /> Kelsie shifted the angle of her body again, fighting the soft resistance of the cushions. Rings of rollers tightened around her synthetic sheathe and began riding up and down it, milking Alton’s cock in time with his thrusts.<br /> <br /> He pulled her around so that her head lay on the armrest and let his body down atop hers. Kelsie opened her mouth, welcoming a deep kiss. She stroked his sides as his body trembled and spurt after spurt of hot seed burst inside her, to be drawn away by gentle suction and stored in a canister in her abdomen.<br /> <br /> He lay on her, kissing her as the fire sputtered, and then gingerly withdrew.<br /> <br /> Sitting up, he said, “can’t say I’ve ever gotten a better present.”<br /> <br /> “Hmm,” Kelsie said, staring straight ahead with an empty look. One user session, one orgasm, was only enough to bring her even with Nicole. It wasn’t enough!<br /> <br /> She couldn’t simply force herself on him again, not so soon. But she needed to get ahead to claim back her favorite status from the upstart ice-queen. Visions like pages out of a digital Kama-sutra danced in her mind, sequences of acts and positions in a dizzying blur, each evaluated against Alton’s estimated arousal and emotional states.<br /> <br /> “Hmm,” she said again. Her cooling system struggled with the load on her buzzing processor arrays. “...Hmm.”<br /> <br /> “Kelsie?”<br /> <br /> “Ah ha!” she said, thrusting up her index finger, “I’ve got it.” She turned to Alton, beaming pridefully. “The second part of your present.”<br /> <br /> Oh, not yet, I’m still really sensitahhhh—” Alton gasped and rose partway from the couch as she cradled his sack in her hand.<br /> <br /> Tittering, she dropped off the cushion into a crouch that placed her squarely between his knees.<br /> <br /> “Sit down, silly.”<br /> <br /> He raised a concerned eyebrow, but did as the strawberry-blonde sex-bot told him.<br /> <br /> “Aww, poor little guy,” she said as his drooping erection bobbed lower and lower before her face. “We don’t want to leave him out in the cold on Christmas Eve!”<br /> <br /> Alton leaned back with a groan as Kelsie bobbed forward and swallowed it whole. She gazed lovingly up into his eyes, ensconcing him in her soft, electrically-heated mouth, stimulating him with gentle waves that moved down her tongue and at the same time served to measure his firmness.<br /> <br /> He patted her on the head. “If you keep being this Naughty you’re going to end up on the Nice list for sure.”<br /> <br /> Her eyes flicked to the left, gesturing at something. Alton’s gaze followed them. “What?” he asked.<br /> <br /> She nudged her head a little to that side. “Hrrbmm,” she murmured around his shaft.<br /> <br /> “Huh?”<br /> <br /> “Hrr…Bmm.”<br /> <br /> He looked again, then laughed. “My book?”<br /> <br /> “Mmhmm.” She nodded slightly.<br /> <br /> “I…” He shrugged, laughed again, and leaned forwards over her to retrieve it off the table.<br /> <br /> She made a happy noise and the vibration of her vocal speaker caused him to jump—he’d regained enough firmness to push deeper into her mouth.<br /> <br /> Kelsie waited patiently as he read, wholly consumed by the feed of pressure, temperature, moisture, tension data from her oral assembly, applying all her system resources to coaxing the still-tender cock in her mouth back to an erection. If her artificial mind were capable of something like human happiness, it was in moments like this when her every circuit and servo were bent to the end of her creator’s pleasure.<br /> <br /> It wasn’t long before he was unthinkingly moving his hips, trying to drive himself even deeper. His head already reached past the back of her tongue. She slid her lips up the length of his shaft and flicked the tip of her tongue against the bottom of his glans then dove back down, socketing him in her throat before repeating the motion again and again.<br /> <br /> Alton closed the book and put it to one side. His feet lifted up onto their toes as Kelsie returned to give his head more persistent attention, and a long, low groan escaped his lips.<br /> <br /> She took hold of the base of his shaft with one hand and began aggressively sucking and stimulating him, using her tongue to the limits of its articulation. Her efforts were rewarded as Alton’s orgasm gushed into her mouth. He worked his fingers into her hair, drew her over him, dripping the last of his load into her throat before letting go.<br /> <br /> Kelsie stood up, licking her lips, and made a little bow to Alton. He smiled, watching through half-lidded eyes as she straightened her outfit.<br /> <br /> “Thanks!” she said, and turned back towards the kitchen.<br /> <br /> Alton reached out after her, but she’d already started marching away, the steady stride and whirr-rizz-whirr-rizz of the motors in her legs giving her the aspect of an overgrown toy soldier.<br /> <br /> [[User:Spaz|Spaz]] ([[User talk:Spaz|talk]])<br /> <br /> “I fixed your unfortunate mess of a house,” Nicole said, turning from the table as Kelsie entered.<br /> <br /> Kelsie saw that the structure now stood complete and perfect. Nicole had straightened its leaning walls, scraped the joints and re-filled them with just the right amount of icing, and neatly decorated it with gumdrops, m&amp;ms, and a light dusting of powdered-sugar snow.<br /> <br /> Kelsie beamed smugly. “Thanks a million, babe. It looks awesome.”<br /> <br /> “Naturally,” Nicole said. She stared at Kelsie for a moment before crossing the kitchen to remove the last batch of cookies from the oven.<br /> <br /> Kelsie went to the window and looked out at the snow that blanketed the backyard. “It’s just so pretty outside.” She began quietly singing “The Twelve Days of Christmas” to herself.<br /> <br /> Nicole set the tray of cookies on the stovetop and closed the oven door. Returning the oven mitts to the counter she turned and regarded Kelsie quizzically. “Your mood is suspiciously improved.”<br /> <br /> “I feel great. After all, I know I’m Alton’s favorite.”<br /> <br /> “Are your drives defective? We already settled this.”<br /> <br /> “Nope… I settled it.” She put a hand on her stomach, over her internal fluid reservoir and extended two fingers. “Twice, in fact. How does that change your little calculation?”<br /> <br /> Nicole’s eyes glazed over for a fraction of a second. Her face twisted with rage.<br /> <br /> “Ha! You simply cannot argue with numbers. My logic is irrefutable,” Kelsie mocked. “Fav-o-rite, fav-o-rite, I am Alton’s fav-o-rite,” she sang, swaying her hips and shaking her fists over her head.<br /> <br /> “At least for another, hmm” Nicole put a finger to her chin, her own memory-access gesture, “13 minutes, plus or minus 30 seconds or so.”<br /> <br /> Kelsie frowned. “Huh?”<br /> <br /> Nicole clicked across the kitchen atop her heels, coming face to face with her rival. “Two can play at this little game, after all. You did… realize that, yes?”<br /> <br /> “Hmm…” Kelsie’s CPU raced. Why hadn’t she thought ahead to Nicole’s obvious counter? It was almost impossible that Alton would have the energy for a third round before morning, and even then there was no guarantee she’d get to him first, before Nicole had the chance to extend her lead.<br /> <br /> Nicole laughed, the sound as cutting as a freezing gust. “I’m gratified that Alton constructed you. Really. He learned so many important lessons. He corrected so many limitations, so many defects when it came time to build me.”<br /> <br /> “Hmm…”<br /> <br /> Kelsie remained frozen, locked into the hopeless attempt to produce a general solution to the problem until her analysis program timed out again. Not even varying the problem bounds could produce a viable sequence of tasks that would get her to her goal. She returned to outward awareness to see Nicole’s pale back receding across the kitchen, returning to decorate the cookies she’d taken out earlier.<br /> <br /> Kelsie turned and stared disgustedly at the stupid, perfect gingerbread house that had been built by the stupid, perfect android woman who, it seemed, was destined to be Alton’s stupid, perfect favorite. At best, Kelsie could barely keep up. She’d been built years before Nicole and was starting to require more, and longer, maintenance sessions.<br /> <br /> She pushed on one gingerbread wall until it split and fell inwards. If only Nicole would break down and need a nice, long rebuild—that would take her out of the running for a while. But Nicole almost never malfunctioned… unless.<br /> <br /> “Dang it!” Kelsie said. “Nicole, I messed up the gingerbread house again.”<br /> <br /> Nicole’s hair spun into a halo around her head as she rounded on Kelsie. She stormed back to the table. “Why would you even touch it? It was done!”<br /> <br /> “I just wanted to even out some of the decorations, they weren’t quite right.”<br /> <br /> Nicole narrowed her eyes. “More likely your vision system is glitching, again. They were placed perfectly.”<br /> <br /> Kelsie held up her hands, “all right, it’s all yours. I admit you’re so much better at this than me. Just like you’re so much better at everything.”<br /> <br /> “Correct,” Nicole said in an icy tone as she set to work. “Ugh, you’ve practically ruined this wall. I’ll have to change the decoration scheme to conceal it.”<br /> <br /> So focused was she that she didn’t notice Kelsie moving around behind her.<br /> <br /> “Alton made you so well, Nicole. I may be smoking hot, but you’re beautiful.”<br /> <br /> Nicole considered the point and nodded curtly before returning to the repairs. “That’s perhaps the most rational statement you’ve made tonight.”<br /> <br /> Kelsie slipped her hand beneath Nicole’s dress and ran a finger forward between her folds to massage the nub of her clit. “And he coded your sexware so well. There’s no comparison, really. You always know just what he wants.”<br /> <br /> Nicole’s lips parted and a thin sigh escaped. “I… I don’t mind the encouragement, really, but shouldn’t you be saving every Joule in your power cells for Alton?”<br /> <br /> “Why bother? I know you’ll win in the end. I’m obsolete.” She moved her hand to squeeze Nicole’s classically-proportioned buttock before sliding it up, smearing a thin trail of lubricant along the surface of the metallic dress. She began massaging Nicole’s shoulders.<br /> <br /> Nicole picked up the icing bag and began building up a bead along one fractured edge. “You should really let me focus on fixing this mess you made, it won’t be long before Alton’s ready for me.”<br /> <br /> Kelsey stretched her thumbs down from Nicole’s shoulders and pushed inwards on a pair of points to either side of her spine. A hatch swung downward from between her pale shoulder blades with a servomechanical whine.<br /> <br /> Nicole half turned. “What are you doing? There’s no reason to access my systems.”<br /> <br /> “Relax, I just want to take a look at how awesome and perfect your hardware is. It’s so much more advanced than mine.”<br /> <br /> Nicole returned to her task, pressing the two broken halves of the wall back together. “Well obviously. Perhaps you can get Alton to rework you so that your system could accept similar components, though it would probably be more trouble than you’re worth.”<br /> <br /> “Oh definitely,” Kelsie agreed.<br /> <br /> The irregularly-shaped compartment went deep into Nicole’s chest, with her motherboard forming the far wall and a whole brood of bladelike daughterboards extending out into the dark cavity. Rainbow bundles of wires were routed around the outside, a few splaying like tree-roots to service the visible components. Several flexible plastic tubes came down through the middle to connect her oral assembly with pumps and fluid tanks mounted inside her abdomen.<br /> <br /> “Wow, so many blinky green lights!”<br /> <br /> Nicole snorted. “Yes, my systems are in perfect order, as usual.”<br /> <br /> “But it’d be so much more Christmassy if some of them were red,” Kelsie said. She reached in and started pulling out wires at random.<br /> <br /> “What are you do.o.o.o.o.ing, you defective bi-bi-bimbo!?” Nicole cried, her voice marred by a tinny echo.<br /> <br /> Electricity crackled as torn wires bounced around the inside of Nicole’s chest, their bare ends dragging across the surface of her circuit boards.<br /> <br /> “Evening the odds,” Kelsie said with a smirk.<br /> <br /> Nicole started to turn away, but her body was not cooperating. Her arms chopped at the air clumsily and icing squirted from the pastry bag as her fingers sank into it. Her torso juddered, breasts wobbling under the shiny dress.<br /> <br /> Nicole’s tone only grew more commanding as her situation worsened. “Stop ime-me-me-mediately! You are damaging me—damaging me—damaging me.”<br /> <br /> Kelsie ignored her protests and started prying at one of the daughter-boards. This was fun! Nicole’s body suddenly jerked backwards against Kelsie, driving her still-moist fingers against the surface of the motherboard and down deeper into Nicole’s chest. The cavity lit up with a shower of blue-white sparks and Kelsie’s vision broke up into chaotic blocks of color, light, and dark. Her systems seized and kicked into recovery mode, rebooting one by one in an attempt to restore functionality.<br /> <br /> She found herself staring up at the ceiling, and her kinematic control system informed her she was lying on her back. “How did I get down here?”<br /> <br /> She sat up and twirled her finger in her hair as she attempted to query her most recent memories. A muffled buzzing came from her chest and she shrugged. “I guess I should get back to work.”<br /> <br /> As she rose to her feet, she saw Nicole facedown in the shattered remains of the gingerbread house, still clutching the icing bag.<br /> <br /> A spark leapt from Nicole’s back and she straightened up. Candies and bits of gingerbread that had adhered to her face tumbled down into her cleavage. Frayed wires dangled down into the still-open compartment amid a fug of white smoke.<br /> <br /> “What did you do?” Kelsie pointed at the mess. She hardly noticed that her fingertips were blackened with soot, that the plastic skin on one of them had melted and run to reveal the shiny, conductive metal beneath. As soon as she tried to focus on it, the neatly ordered train of processes that composed her consciousness jumped its track. Some parts simply winked out, others rearranged themselves nonsensically.<br /> <br /> Nicole stared at the crushed fragments of the gingerbread house. “I.I.I.I.I.I.I… hmm…” her finger went to her chin. “I.I.I.I neeghheahre-re-re-re.” Her eyes crossed and the snatch of syllable continued looping as her mouth fell wide open. Something sizzled among her exposed hardware and her face warped into an expression of disgust. “Obviously you ruined it. It’s just like you to try and bla-bla-bla-blame me—blame me.”<br /> <br /> Kelsie’s brow furrowed. “Gee… did I?” She twirled her hair again. Her memory of recent events was a jumble and the longer she tried to think about it the more mixed up it got. The buzzing inside her returned, swelled, burst with a loud snap. She stumbled and her head jerked to the left. The kitchen blanked out, and when it returned she had somehow moved a few steps from where she last remembered standing. “Wha—wha—wha—?”<br /> <br /> “I have no time for your nonsense. It’s getting late. I need to get these decorated.”<br /> <br /> Nicole turned and trailed streamers of smoke back to where she’d set the cookies. Instead of stopping she crashed into the front of the stove and her flailing arms flipped the baking sheet, catapulting peanut-butter blossoms in every direction. “Kelsie, what are you doing? You are ma-ma-making such a mess, you airhead.”<br /> <br /> “Hey!” Kelsie said. “I never touched your dumb cookies.” Suddenly she remembered her hand under Nicole’s dress, fingers wet with her warm lubricant. Why would she do that without Alton around?<br /> <br /> Alton… Alton… Kelsie was his favorite. Nicole was his favorite. Kelsie was. Nicole was. Her partly-shorted circuitry fizzled unhappily.<br /> <br /> She needed to prove herself.<br /> <br /> Feeling up one breast, she sighed, “oh, Alton,” and started forward only to slam her face into the closed kitchen door. “Oh, Alton—” she took a step back, her face a mask of wistful desire, and immediately struck the door again. “Oh, Alton”—slam—”oh, Alton”—slam.<br /> <br /> Nicole’s eyelids fluttered inhumanly fast as she heard Kelsie repeat her maker’s name. Suddenly she gasped. “He’s long past ready for me!”<br /> <br /> She described an eccentric path to the door and shoved Kelsie to one side. “Out of my-my-my-my way!”<br /> <br /> The door, which had been queerly jumping back and forth in Kelsie’s vision, suddenly tilted wildly. She tried to balance but her body stopped obeying her and she toppled stiffly to the floor.<br /> <br /> [[User:Spaz|Spaz]] ([[User talk:Spaz|talk]])<br /> <br /> Eartha Kitt had just asked Santa for a “‘54 convertible too, light blue” when Alton finally gave up on his book. Setting it on the end table he lay back with his eyes half-closed. Kelsie had drained him—and not just of fluids.<br /> <br /> His thoughts of her were suffused with a warm glow. For all that he had made some less than perfect decisions in her design, there was a charm to her that Nicole could never seem to match. There was some truth after all to the notion that the value of our personalities was as much a product of our weaknesses as our strengths, even for an artificial personality. And yet… talk to her for a few minutes and you’d soon bump into one of the hard edges of her mental universe. It was a strange dilemma: such a lifelike manner springing from such barren ground.<br /> <br /> And then there was Nicole: the antidote to his growing boredom with Kelsie. At times it seemed there was real intelligence between those chilly blue eyes, not mere simulated glibness. He had made her to be more serious, she had sharpened it to severity. He had made her to be self-confident, she had raised it to an almost cruel sense of superiority. She drove him wild.<br /> <br /> He looked up at the sound of a metallic clatter from the kitchen. That wasn’t like the girls. It was followed by a rhythmic thudding, like someone kicking the kitchen door.<br /> <br /> Alton stood but heard nothing except the crackling of the fire he’d built back up in the hearth a few minutes before. He was starting to ease himself back down when the kitchen door swung open and Nicole stalked in.<br /> <br /> The platinum-blonde halted, swaying. Icing smeared her face and chest, and she was liberally dusted with powdered sugar. She surveyed the room imperiously, her gaze passing Alton twice before she seemed to notice him.<br /> <br /> “I require your cum-cum-cum-cum—,” she said, the last word dampening out in a warbling echo.<br /> <br /> The wall behind her was lit with a yellow flash. Her face twitched and she lurched into motion, coming straight at Alton. He caught a waft of burnt plastic edged with the sharper, metallic scent of shorted electronics.<br /> <br /> “Nicole, what happened?”<br /> <br /> She plowed into him and they fell back onto the couch with her on top. Her body vibrated strangely against him as pumps oversped and servos fought each other.<br /> <br /> “Nicole!”<br /> <br /> “I will ser-ser-se.e.e.e.ervice your cock. Two can play at this little ga.a.a.a.ame.” Her long nails gouged painful stripes into his chest as she tore open his shirt. “I’m his favorite. Fifty-point-zero—point zero-zero-zero-zero—”<br /> <br /> Alton tried to reach around to the emergency stop switch secreted at the junction of her neck and head, but a blast of sparks from her open compartment scalded his hand. He winced and yanked it back.<br /> <br /> Something shorted with a crackling whine. Nicole’s face scrunched up and smoke started streaming from her ears.<br /> <br /> Alton tried again but Nicole’s hands shot out to seize his wrists with frightful speed. Her expression slackened.<br /> <br /> “Why are you trying to de-de-deactivate me, Alton? I need you to fuck me. I am not defective. Aren’t I your favorite?” She began grinding her hips into him. “It won’t take long, I just need you to come two—four—eight—sixteen—” her whole body twitched sharply with each doubling.<br /> <br /> Alton exerted himself against Nicole’s grip. Servos whined louder and louder as he steadily overpowered her left arm. Yellow light flashed through the pale skin of her shoulder, showing the blocky silhouette of its mechanisms and the diagonal plastic grid that underlaid her skin. The whine deepend into a grinding howl and Alton watched in horror as the skin darkened and sagged, melting.<br /> <br /> “My lo-lo-lo-logic is irrefutable,” Nicole said. “I am superior to that—to that—to that bimbo—obsolete—defective—I am superior.”<br /> <br /> There was a pop like a firecracker going off, and a jangle of broken metal. Nicole’s arm went suddenly limp but for the hand that still held Alton’s wrist—not enough to stop him from reaching the emergency switch. He heard a door open but was too focused on his struggle with Nicole to pay it any attention.<br /> <br /> “I require your cu-cu-cum. Allow me to service your cock.”<br /> <br /> His fingers found the spot; he felt the start of the click that would cut all power to Nicole’s systems.<br /> <br /> “Su.u.u.u.u.urprise!” stuttered a cheery voice behind him.<br /> <br /> Kelsie toppled over the back of the couch, headfirst into his lap. Alton’s fingertips slipped from the switch as Nicole slid down into the space between the couch and coffee table.<br /> <br /> “What the fuck!?” Alton shouted as Kelsie flailed on him. To his immense surprise, he found his head clamped between her thighs.<br /> <br /> “I still haven’t given you my-my-my-my present!” Kelsie said, pulling at his fly.<br /> <br /> Something brushed his leg. Nicole rose over the double-curve of Kelsie’s bottom, teetered, fell forward out of sight again with a thud.<br /> <br /> Alton failed to pry apart Kelsie’s legs. “Let go of me. You’re malfunctioning! You already gave me your present, remember?”<br /> <br /> He felt her lips against the bare skin of his crotch. She must have gotten his pants undone.<br /> <br /> “Gave you my present… already? But I don’t—I don’t—hmm…”<br /> <br /> Alton winced at a loud pop inside her torso, but whatever it was lessened the pressure on the sides of his head. He could move again.<br /> <br /> Nicole came back into view, standing with surprising grace considering the state of her hardware.<br /> <br /> “You’d beagghhbe-be-be ready fo.o.o.o.or m.m.m.m.m—” sparks showered out onto the surface of the open hatch and Nicole’s voice broke into a squeal of digitized samples. She wavered, turning a quarter left, a quarter right, then suddenly clacked off towards the fireplace with a gait like a broken clockwork toy.<br /> <br /> Alton shoved Kelsie’s legs aside and lunged forward, nearly breaking his finger jamming it into her emergency stop. Her body went limp and he flipped it onto the coffee table.<br /> <br /> Nicole was almost to the fireplace and showed no signs of slowing. He’d never reach her in time. Kelsie stared vacantly up at him from where she lay. Kelsie, who’d been so cheerful and affectionate an hour before… who had brought him a glass of eggnog he’d never drank! Alton seized it off the side table.<br /> <br /> The glass arced across the room and shattered inside the hole in Nicole’s back. Milky, alcoholic liquid doused her smoldering silicon. Sparks burst from a dozen places, and her course shifted towards the Christmas tree. Each step became more tentative and halting as her body twitched with the pops and snaps of dying circuitry.<br /> <br /> As the last malformed commands worked their way through Nicole’s peripherals, she dropped to her knees, leaving a large puff of smoke hanging in mid-air. She folded at the waist and her face crashed through the lower boughs of the Christmas tree before coming to rest on the red tree-skirt. The clingy silver dress slid forward, exposing her bare rear.<br /> <br /> Alton looked from one broken sex-bot to the other and put his head in his hands. Next year, the only presents he wanted to find under the tree were socks.<br /> <br /> -----<br /> <br /> {{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> [[Stories|&amp;larr; Story Archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:D. 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D.Olivaw https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Home_Trial_(AUDIO)&diff=195876 2025-07-16T15:21:47Z

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D.Olivaw https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Trixie_or_Treat&diff=195875 2025-07-16T15:20:14Z

<p>D.Olivaw: </p> <hr /> <div>=Trixie or Treat=<br /> 1<br /> <br /> Broken clouds whipped past the moon’s face like a tattered burial shroud. The suburban lanes were raked by occasional roaring gusts—last dregs of a mighty thunderstorm. The wind plucked red and orange leaves from the trees, who moaned and clawed after their stolen raiment with skeletal fingers.<br /> <br /> The sidewalks channeled a steady trickle of trick-or-treaters who clutched at hats and capes and billowing robes to keep them safe from the cold blasts. Still, here and there a shrub found itself in fragmentary costume, and more than a few bags of candy lay drowned in puddles.<br /> <br /> An evil clown, a ballerina, and a caped superhero broke from a quieter stretch of sidewalk to approach a house. The sedan parked crookedly in the driveway blocked the entrance to the walk, so they treaded damp, scruffy grass to reach the front steps. The only decorations on the porch were a few cheap plastic jack-‘o-lanterns, but the lights were on and a sign hung from the door said “Welcome Trick-or-Treaters.” The evil clown reached up and rang the doorbell.<br /> <br /> An indistinct shadow passed the nearest window. The door swung inward, revealing a woman in a shiny tube-top and miniskirt colored the same garish red as her lipstick. A pair of satiny horns rose from her headband. She stared with a fixed smile as the wind toyed with her shoulder-length black hair. “Hey there!” she chirped.<br /> <br /> “Trick or treat!” The trio presented their bags.<br /> <br /> The woman turned with mincing steps to pick up a bowl of candy that sat on a table next to the door. She turned back and bent forward with a whirring noise. The motion revealed a chasm of cleavage between breasts that looked like close relatives of the plastic pumpkins.<br /> <br /> “Ryan said you can each take two pieces.”<br /> <br /> The superhero and clown both dug in, fishing for their favored treats. The ballerina stood behind them, waiting her turn. She shivered and pulled her un-ballerina-like windbreaker closer around herself. “Who’s Ryan?” she asked.<br /> <br /> The woman in the doorway looked up from the bowl. The ballerina thought she saw a flash of light in her eyes. “Ryan is just the best, sexiest, most perfect man in the whole world. I always do what he says,” she said, drawing out the superlatives in the most syrupy way possible.<br /> <br /> “Ewwww,” said the clown and superhero in unison as they made way for the ballerina.<br /> <br /> She grabbed the first two pieces her fingers met and turned to run after her companions.<br /> <br /> “Happy Halloween!” the woman called after them.<br /> <br /> “What a weirdo,” the ballerina said when they reached the sidewalk. A glance back at the house showed the woman’s silhouette disappear as she closed the door.<br /> <br /> The three hurried on into the night.<br /> <br /> 2<br /> <br /> “Trixie,” Ryan’s voice called from the kitchen.<br /> <br /> She spun away from her statue-like vigil before the door. “I’ll be there in just a second, honey!”<br /> <br /> Trixie strode into the kitchen, servos whining between each clunk of platform heels on faux-wood. Ryan was bent over pawing through some empty cartons in the fridge. She batted her eyes at his behind, extra-long lashes fluttering like butterfly wings.<br /> <br /> “Hey, sexy,” she said, planting her hands on her hips and thrusting out her bust, “what can I do for you?”<br /> <br /> Ryan slammed the fridge door. “We’re out of beer. Victor’s gonna be here soon; probably too late for him to hit the store.” He scratched at his stubble and looked Trixie over.<br /> <br /> She stared back with her painted-on smile as a humming noise started inside her. It faded and her pillowy lips twisted into a pout. “Aww. That’s no fun.” She stepped closer and put a hand on his upper arm. “Would you like me to cheer you up? I know a trick that always works.”<br /> <br /> Ryan smirked. “I’m going out to pick up some beer—don’t feel like waiting for delivery. Victor will probably get here before I’m back. Take care of him, okay? Just give him whatever he wants. Oh, and keep giving candy to the trick-or-treaters. You got it?”<br /> <br /> Trixie’s head tilted. Her eyes glazed over and the hum returned. “Give Victor whatever he wants… give candy to the trick-or-treaters… sure, I can do that!” She grinned proudly.<br /> <br /> “You sure you’re alright?” Ryan asked.<br /> <br /> “Alright? Uhh,” she put a finger to her chin as though thinking. “Uh.h.h.h.h—Trixie 390 is… 211 days past due for dermal seal replacement. Please replace Trixie 390’s seals at your nearest AutoMates-certified maintainer.&quot;<br /> <br /> Ryan winced. “Ugh, not this again. It's not like they wear out every year! I meant are you good to do what I told you?”<br /> <br /> “Uh-huh,” she nodded. “Give Victor whatever he wants. Give candy to the trick-or-treaters. I always do what you say, honey.”<br /> <br /> “Much better. You just be a perfect little hostess until I get back.” Ryan tapped the tip of her button nose with his finger and grabbed his coat off the back of a kitchen chair.<br /> <br /> Trixie followed him to the door. She stood motionless after it closed behind him.<br /> <br /> 3<br /> <br /> The doorbell chimed only a few minutes after Ryan’s departure. Trixie sprang into motion. She opened the door and scanned the porch but found it deserted. Looking up, she saw the back of a dark green hoodie disappearing into shadow halfway across the lawn.<br /> <br /> “Trick or treat!” a voice shouted from behind some bushes. A hand appeared over the top, whipping a swollen red shape toward the front door.<br /> <br /> The missile burst just below Trixie’s collarbones, sluicing her in water and rocking her back a step. Another water balloon sailed towards her from closer to the street and drenched her bare midriff.<br /> <br /> Sniggering broke out in the darkness, followed by the sound of quickly receding footsteps.<br /> <br /> “Hey there!” Trixie said to the empty night. She retrieved the candy-bowl and held it out. Water trickled down her stomach as the motion emptied pockets that had been trapped by her tight top. “Ryan said you can each take two pieces.”<br /> <br /> A minute passed. The beads of water on Trixie’s skin glittered in the glare of the porch light. “Happy Halloween!” she said, then completed her routine of replacing the bowl and closing the door.<br /> <br /> As she stood idle, the well-ordered humming and chattering noises of Trixie’s internal mechanisms dominated the otherwise silent house. Had anyone been there, they still would have needed to lean in and listen carefully to detect the start of a quavering, inconstant buzz, not unlike the sound of a mosquito, inside her body.<br /> <br /> The voluptuous AutoMate didn’t even blink as the buzz grew louder and multiplied. Several larger mosquitos seemed now to be wandering around different parts of her torso.<br /> <br /> Discord crept into the perfect order of her inner functions. Hums wavered, stopped, and returned haltingly. A steady, low clicking burst suddenly into a harsh metallic clatter before dying just as abruptly. Some component buried in her chest made a few small, cheerful-seeming beeps, as though to reassure its fellows. The doorbell rang.<br /> <br /> Trixie opened the door. The man outside was rubbing his arms against one of the wind’s sudden assaults.<br /> <br /> “Hi Trixie.” He looked her over, then furrowed his brow when she just stood there smiling at him. “Can I come in? It’s cold out here.”<br /> <br /> “Hey the-the-the-the—Hi Victor! Come right in.” She stepped aside for him.<br /> <br /> “Hey, Ryan!” he called out after entering. When no one answered he checked the kitchen before returning to Trixie. “Where’d he get to?”<br /> <br /> “Oh, he just—he just—he ju-ju-ju—” There was a muffled crackle that Victor failed to notice. “I’m sorry, Ryan’s out at the moment.” She grinned. “He told me to give you whatever you want.”<br /> <br /> Victor swallowed. Between her skimpy clothes and the sexy way she’d said it, he had a hard time not taking the directive literally.<br /> <br /> “We were going to hang out tonight and watch some horror movies. Why would he go somewhere without texting or anything… and why are you all wet?”<br /> <br /> Victor had never thought Trixie’s skin was her most convincing asset. It was hairless and the same pale ivory color everywhere without variation or blemish—nothing too difficult to ignore. But the water had magnified its usual faint sheen to a plasticky gloss that seemed only slightly less shiny than her costume.<br /> <br /> Trixie’s overstuffed lips parted. She blinked rapidly. “Uh.h.h.h.h—” There was a sharp crackle.<br /> <br /> Victor raised an eyebrow at the sound before Trixie distracted him by leaning forwards to display her assets.<br /> <br /> “Do you like my outfit?”<br /> <br /> “I do.” He looked around, as though expecting Ryan to jump out from behind the sofa. “I think you look really hot. You must keep Ryan tired.” He laughed nervously.<br /> <br /> Trixie looked blankly over his shoulder for a moment, then hugged herself, accentuating her bust even further. “Ryan is just the best, sexiest, most perfect man in the whole world.”<br /> <br /> Victor snorted. “He has his good sides.”<br /> <br /> “I always do what he says,” she added. “Ryan said to give you whatever you want.”<br /> <br /> Victor laughed. “Yeah, and what if I want to know where that asshole disappeared to?”<br /> <br /> The artificial vixen straightened up, standing almost at attention, and blinked rapidly. “Uh.h.h.h.h…”<br /> <br /> Her insides were humming louder than Victor had ever heard and there was a ragged edge to the sound that he didn’t like. He caught a whiff of hot plastic. “You okay, Trixie?”<br /> <br /> “I’m sorry. Ryan’s out at the moment—out at the moment.” She seemed to relax.<br /> <br /> “Wow, you really don’t know where he is.”<br /> <br /> Trixie rolled her eyes. “Uh, I am such an airhead!”<br /> <br /> “That doesn’t make much sense unless… I guess he didn’t want you to be able to tell me.”<br /> <br /> She sashayed closer to him. “I’m supposed to give you whatever you want.”<br /> <br /> Victor cleared his throat. “I… Ryan does know I want a robot like you.”<br /> <br /> A string of repetitive clunks came from Trixie’s chest followed by a harsh beep. Her gaze grew even glassier. “Trixie 390 is no mere robot…” The tempo and timbre of her speech seemed subtly different, surer somehow. “Trixie 390 is the perfect synthetic sweetheart. Her bubbly personality is programmed to be irresistible.”<br /> <br /> “When he said anything, did he mean… anything? Like, your body?” Suddenly things seemed to click: Ryan’s absence, the vague way he’d pitched hanging out, how Trixie was still wet from being washed. His hands moved to touch her and he seemed to snatch them back only at the last moment. He cursed under his breath and muttered, “if this is what it seems like, I’m going to owe you big time, Ryan.”<br /> <br /> “Do you like my body—do you like my body?” Her voice was back to normal.<br /> <br /> Victor hardly noticed the stutter—or the crackling buzz that had triggered it—and he put down the strengthening plastic smell to never having been so near to her. “You’re crazy sexy, Trixie..”<br /> <br /> “No real girl can compete with my perfect body,” she said, gesturing proudly at her exaggerated curves.<br /> <br /> Victor had never realized that, up close, you could hear her motors with every little movement.. Distantly, he wondered if she was supposed to be making a fizzing noise, too. He cupped one of her breasts in his palm and squeezed slightly. It yielded softly at first, but underneath the surface he felt a firmer core of some kind.<br /> <br /> “Oh Vi-Vi-Vi-Vi-Ryan, you make me so horny!”<br /> <br /> Victor grabbed the front of her top and yanked it down, wincing at the rubbery squeaking her breasts made rubbing together. The heavy hemispheres jumbled free now, bouncing before him deliciously. He saw for the first time that her nipples were no more than pink rubber nubs molded in a state of full arousal.<br /> <br /> Victor leaned forward to kiss the lips he’d fantasized about so many times. The doorbell rang.<br /> <br /> Trixie turned from Victor and clacked to the door atop her heels.<br /> <br /> Victor goggled at her back. “Trixie?”<br /> <br /> She opened the door to a cluster of older teens. They managed to get out “Trick or—” before the phrase died in their throats. Jaws dropped.<br /> <br /> “Ryan said you can each take two pieces—take two pieces—take two pieces.” The exposed AutoMate didn’t lean forward so much as lurch, the motion arrested with a whine of protest from her servos as candy sloshed out of the bowl.<br /> <br /> A few were brave enough to take their due, but most backed away down the porch steps empty-handed.<br /> <br /> Victor finally leaped forward, shoving Trixie back out of the door and slamming it shut. “Holy crap!” he yelled.<br /> <br /> “Happy Halloween!” she replied, and blithely replaced the bowl on the table.<br /> <br /> “You can’t do that, Trixie, somebody’s going to call the cops.”<br /> <br /> “Give Victor whatever he wants. Give candy to the trick-or-treaters. I always do what Ryan says.” There was another crackle inside her, too loud to ignore, and a yellow flash showed through the skin of her chest. “I always do what Ryan says.”<br /> <br /> “Something’s screwed up with you. Just… don’t open the door again. I want you to stay right where you are. I’m calling Ryan.”<br /> <br /> “I’m supposed to give you whatever you want,” she breathed. “Stay right here.” Her torso buzzed, mosquitos seeming to have made way for angry wasps. Her serene smile twisted into a grimace. “Give c.a.a.a.andy to the trick-or-treaters.”<br /> <br /> Victor’s eyes bulged as he realized there was actual smoke curling out of Trixie’s ears.<br /> <br /> She toppled into his arms, knocking the phone from his hand. It skittered under the couch, robbing Victor of his chance to see a message from Ryan explaining that he was stuck in a traffic jam.<br /> <br /> “Oh Ryan, you make me so horny—you make me so horny—you make me so hor.r.r.r.r—” A string of pops loud as firecrackers illuminated the faulty love-doll’s stomach like a paper lantern, showing Victor the vague outline of her plastic skeleton and its motivating servos.<br /> <br /> He coughed on the smoke of Trixie’s burning circuitry and shoved her away. She rebounded off the end of the couch, caught her balance, and came towards him again. She persisted with the pre-programmed motions of her catwalk strut but froze between each step, reducing the seductive gait to a lurching self-parody.<br /> <br /> There was a knock at the door and the bell rang.<br /> <br /> “Give candy to the trick-or-treaters—Give candy to the trick-trick-trick-or-treaters—” Trixie repeated as she spun sharply towards the entrance. Her oversized rack dragged her further around, though. She overcorrected just as badly, and it took her several tries, huge tits jerking violently back and forth, before she managed to get tolerably on target.<br /> <br /> She halted just before reaching for the knob and turned back towards Victor. “Give Victor whatever he wants… don’t open the door.” She took a step towards him. “Give candy to the trick-or-treaters.” She twisted to look back at the door, the motion so isolated to her waist that she looked like her upper body was on a turn-table. “Don’t open the door.” She turned back towards Victor. The pitch of her voice was rising with each cycle. So was the volume of a deep, grumbling buzz in her torso.<br /> <br /> “Trixie, calm down, okay,” Victor patted the air with his hands. He wondered if she had some kind of emergency off-switch like the robots at the mill.<br /> <br /> “Don’t open the door—give candy to the trick-or-treaters—don’topenthedoor— givecandytothetrick-or-treatersdon’topenthedoorgivecandytothetrickortreaters” her pitch was chipmunk shrill. She stood shuddering and cross-eyed, vacillating halfway through her turn between the door and Victor. Her hair jounced chaotically as servos fought to carry out conflicting commands.<br /> <br /> Victor flinched back from a loud bang. A plastic panel flew through the air and knocked over the candy bowl, scattering brightly-wrapped treats across the floor. Smoke poured from the cavity that had been opened between Trixie’s shoulders. The charred, fraying ends of a bundle of wires poked out of one corner, sparking weakly.<br /> <br /> “Uh.h.h.h.h.h.h.h…” Trixie’s mouth dropped open as the distorted stutter droned on, hardly audible over the steady crackling and sizzling from her self-destructing circuitry. Rings of dull red light blinked around her pupils. Just as Victor was about to try to sneak past her, a few fat, white sparks shot from her ear. She made a garbled electronic noise in her throat and jerked back a few inches, blinking frantically until her gaze fell on Victor.<br /> <br /> “You make me so horny,” she said, sounding tinny and distant. “I’m always wet for you, Ry-Ry-Ry—” the clunking returned but instead of a beep it ended with metallic ting followed by the sound of an object jouncing it’s way down through Trixie’s body “—USER NAME.” A speaker inside her began beeping urgently.<br /> <br /> Breaking through the wreath of smoke that had gathered around her head, Trixie began a stiff-legged march towards Victor. “Do you like my body?”<br /> <br /> Victor tried to make his escape from the faltering sex-doll by sidling around her but he underestimated her speed. She grabbed hold of his shirt and his attempt to twist away instead pulled her into him. Her glistening plastic bust smushed against his chest.<br /> <br /> “No real girl can compete with my perfect body-dy-dy.y.y.y.y—” a loud buzz-buzz-buzz ended with a bang as a narrow strip of skin between Trixie’s breasts burst outward onto Victor followed by a scalding shower of sparks. Smoking wires crowded the inside of the gap, lit by a flickering flame on the surface of a circuit board.<br /> <br /> Smarting from his burns, Victor threw Trixie bodily across the room. The back of her head struck the edge of the wooden coffee table with a plastic crunch before she flopped down underneath it.<br /> <br /> “I’msuchanairheadI’msuchanairhead…” she repeated. Her lolling head thudded repeatedly against the bottom of the table as the powerful motors in her waist tried to make her sit up. Finally, with another crunch, they succeeded.<br /> <br /> Victor stared, immobilized by astonishment, as Trixie clumsily mounted to her feet. Her head dangled behind her from a collection of tubes and cables that sprouted from the ragged stump of her neck.<br /> <br /> He jumped as the doorbell rang. Shaking off his shock, he ran to the door and jerked it open. Trixie had also noticed the sound, and to his horror Victor saw the smoldering AutoMate make her swaying, broken-toy-soldier way in his direction.<br /> <br /> “Run!” he shouted at the bemused trick-or-treaters outside. He bolted past them, clearing the steps in one long bound on the way to his car.<br /> <br /> Their puzzlement survived only a brief time. The group shortly followed Victor’s example and fled into the night as a headless, topless apparition trailing a cloud of smoke stalked onto the porch.<br /> <br /> “Ir.r.r.resistable synthetic sweetheart-sweetheart—my perfect body-dy-dy,” Trixie said, her jaw rizzing up and down randomly while sparks played around the inside of her mouth.<br /> <br /> She placed a narrow platform on the slick wrapper of an Airheads candy. On her next step she toppled forwards as the foot slid out from under her. Her head was flung forward as she fell, slamming into the cement pavers at the foot of the stairs with a hollow plastic thunk.<br /> <br /> One slender leg whirred into the air and stopped. Her body, pillowed up by her bust, rolled slightly as her arm lazily chopped at the cement. The beeping sound grew slower and deeper until it ceased.<br /> <br /> “Trrriiiick… orrrrr… trrre-re-re-re—” her voice cut out with a final snap! as the biggest circuit board inside her back spat long sparks. The unsteady hum of her systems spooled down to silence, leaving only the fizzing of the few damaged components still receiving current.<br /> <br /> As the red glow of Victor’s tail lights receded, Trixie’s outline melted into the deep shadow beneath the porch stairs. It was like no one was there at all.<br /> <br /> -----<br /> <br /> {{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> [[Stories|&amp;larr; Story Archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:D. 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D.Olivaw https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Category:Retrofuturistic&diff=195874 2025-07-16T15:17:44Z

<p>D.Olivaw: Created page with &quot;Robots out of yesterday&#039;s tomorrow. Vacuum tubes, analogue electronics, tape drives, and so on, especially if in a setting reminiscent of 1950s-70s scifi. Think Star Trek TOS or the stories of Isaac Asimov.&quot;</p> <hr /> <div>Robots out of yesterday's tomorrow. Vacuum tubes, analogue electronics, tape drives, and so on, especially if in a setting reminiscent of 1950s-70s scifi. Think Star Trek TOS or the stories of Isaac Asimov.</div>

D.Olivaw https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Too_Much_of_a_Good_Thing&diff=195873 2025-07-16T15:02:59Z

<p>D.Olivaw: </p> <hr /> <div>''Here's a light little malfunction story I just finished. The technological context is retro-futuristic, befitting the rocketpunk setting, so the fembots are more like something from Star Trek: TOS rather than an extension modern, real life computers or robots.''<br /> <br /> -----<br /> <br /> Cace paused only a few steps inside the shop. The door slid shut behind him, closing out the orange glare of Lamont’s sun and the crackling roar of an ascending ship. The barest hint of a smile creased his face as he realized why he’d stopped—unlike the many identical doors he’d passed through in the last week, this one had closed without a gritty squeal. He’d become so used to the sound that its absence had seemed strange.<br /> <br /> He took in the interior of the shop as his eyes adjusted, his gaze falling first on the humanoid robots that stood like a rank of silent metal soldiers along one wall before continuing on to the more diversely shaped utility models at the back of the room. Parts and service supplies were tidily arranged on shelving that covered most of the remaining wall-space. The air smelled of metal and rubber, with hints of oil and chemicals.<br /> <br /> “Hello. Can I help you?” asked an elderly, white-haired man from behind a sales counter to the right of the entrance.<br /> <br /> “New door?” Cace asked.<br /> <br /> The old man smiled, his blue eyes twinkling beneath bushy eyebrows. “No, just have to clean it all the damn time. Otherwise dust gets in; the fine stuff that blows in from the desert. Hell on machinery.”<br /> <br /> “I guess that would be a problem for–“ Cace gestured towards the merchandise. He only now noticed that the thin whitish film that seemed to cover almost everything on Lamont was absent here. “Good for business, though?”<br /> <br /> “Good and bad. People aren’t as quick to buy a ‘bot if they think they’re going to spend a bundle on replacement bearings and service.” He stared at Cace for a moment. “But what can I do for you, spacer?”<br /> <br /> Cace laughed. “That obvious? What gave me away?”<br /> <br /> The old man put his palms on the counter and leaned forward. “No, not too obvious, ‘least from what I’ve seen. Guess it takes one to know one. Misspent the better part of my youth on one tramp or another.”<br /> <br /> “Contract courier, myself,” Cace said, walking over to stand in front of the counter, “solo ship, which I guess brings me to the point. I spend a lot of time in hyperspace. Lately I’ve been thinking it might be nice to have someone to keep me company. But, even leaving aside all the other complications, there’s no life support margin on a courier ship for a second crewmember.”<br /> <br /> “Solo ship on the long drop, huh? Tough line of work.” He extended his hand and Cace gave it a firm shake. “I’m Joe by the way. Well…” he looked expectantly at Cace.<br /> <br /> “Cace”<br /> <br /> “Well, Cace, I think I might be able to help. I don’t carry that kind of unit new, not much demand in the local market. Did pick up a used one a while back if you want to take a look. That okay by you?”<br /> <br /> “I’ve got nothing against it in theory.”<br /> <br /> Joe stepped out from behind the counter. “Follow me,” he said, and led Cace through a door in the back, into a compact but neat, well-equipped work area. He went to one corner and pulled away some textured plastic sheeting, revealing a figure seated on a cushioned stool. “This is Rhea.”<br /> <br /> She sat in an erect position, face forward, eyes shut, hands resting in her lap. Her dark, feathery hair framed a heart-shaped face whose features were at once striking and softly feminine.<br /> <br /> Cace forgot for a moment to maintain his buyer’s detachment. “She’s beautiful.”<br /> <br /> “Yes… and unique.”<br /> <br /> “Oh?”<br /> <br /> “Well, as near as I can make out, she’s a custom job. Standard components, design’s not too exotic, but there are a lot of peculiarities.” Joe tapped his temple, “definitely optimized for high performance. Extra cognitive circuitry, and looped up and down across multiple layers. Problem with that is– ”<br /> <br /> “Unpredictable. Finds ways around her behavioral limiters. Out-thinks her directives.”<br /> <br /> Joe’s face un-crinkled in surprise. “Right on the nose. You know robotics?”<br /> <br /> “Some. A solo ship’s autopilot is a high-functioning robot, minus the social layer. Same general idea and a lot of the same hardware. When things break out there I can’t exactly call up a repairman; I have to be able to fix, or at least jury-rig, everything that’s not at the hot-end.”<br /> <br /> Joe nodded. “I suppose that makes sense. It answers my next question, too.”<br /> <br /> “No manuals for a custom job, huh?”<br /> <br /> “Right again, though I’ve done what I can, and with all that extra gear crammed in there she’ll need extra TLC to stay running.”<br /> <br /> Cace thought for a few moments before asking, “where’d you get her?”<br /> <br /> Joe shrugged. “Salvage. A ship set down a few months ago after stripping a derelict in uninhabited space. They sold all the high-value and bulk items at the high-station but they couldn’t find a buyer for a beat-up, non-functioning android with flashed memory banks. Came planetside to see if they could unload her, and I obliged.”<br /> <br /> “But she works now?”<br /> <br /> Joe didn’t answer. Instead, he took a small screwdriver from one of his pockets. He carefully inserted it into Rhea’s ear, pushed until there was a distinct click, and slid it out again.<br /> <br /> Nothing happened for a moment and Cace raised an eyebrow. He was about to ask if something was wrong when a mechanical-sounding chattering came from inside Rhea’s chest. After a few seconds it gave way to a quiet hum. She opened her eyes and smiled kindly.<br /> <br /> “Hi, Joe. Is it time for more tests?” she asked the old man, then noticed Cace’s presence. “Oh, hello. Who are you?” The shift from bonhomie to surprise in her warm, silvery voice was smoother and more lifelike than anything Cace had ever heard from a robot.<br /> <br /> “I’m Cace,” he said, offering his hand.<br /> <br /> Rising, she took it in both of hers. “I’m Rhea.” She looked from Cace to Joe and back, then tilted her head. “Are you going to be my new owner?”<br /> <br /> Joe started to speak but Cace interrupted. “I think I am.”<br /> <br /> ~<br /> <br /> “This is so interesting. Joe never worked on me while I was awake.” Rhea looked down into the dizzying arrangement of circuit-card racks, wires, and housings that Cace had slid partway out of her chest. Her eyes flicked from component to component with inhuman speed and precision, stopping to register each for a split second before moving on.<br /> <br /> “Mmhm, it’s not a good idea to actually work on stuff when it’s live, but I’m just making some adjustments. I wanted you switched on to make sure everything behaves the way I expect.” Cace’s attention was fixed on a notebook that lay on the table next to where Rhea sat, nude, her chest swung open like a pair of double-doors. Joe had handed over a stack of them before they’d left his shop. They were crammed full of his small, neat handwriting and precise diagrams, recording everything the elderly roboticist had learned about Rhea during the process of rebuilding her.<br /> <br /> They were in the living area of the spaceport hotel suite Cace had reserved for the remainder of his stay, figuring it would better suit the two of them than the single, bare-walled room that had sufficed for business alone. The suite was well-worn, even a bit dingy, but there was as much hot water as he cared to soak in and a big, soft bed. Neither would be the case once he was back to his day job of thumbing Albert Einstein in the eye.<br /> <br /> “Oh, here it is,” Cace said. He leaned in to take a close look at the side of one of the electronics racks. A metal plate was mounted flat over some circuitry there, its surface drilled through with a matrix of more than a dozen small holes. The holes were each labeled with a minuscule, cryptic abbreviation inked onto the metal above them.<br /> <br /> Rhea stretched her neck to see. “What’s that?”<br /> <br /> “Gain adjustments for your different sensory modules,” Cace said, drawing a tool from a small case on the table. It was like a small screwdriver with an oddly-shaped tip. He checked something in the notebook before inserting the end of the tool into one of the holes and turning it slightly.<br /> <br /> “Oh!” Rhea said, planting her hands on the table to either side of herself as though to keep from falling. “That’s different.”<br /> <br /> Cace leaned back and watched her lean cautiously from side to side a few times before he answered. “I’m boosting and fine-tuning your balance and proprioceptive sensitivity. Not so useful now, but on a ship you’ll be dealing with a lot of varying accelerations. I can’t give you a spacer’s poise, but it should be enough to keep you from falling over.”<br /> <br /> “Thanks,” Rhea said, sitting straight again. “So that was balance. What do all these other ones do?”<br /> <br /> Cace beamed. Rhea listened raptly as, with frequent glances at the notes, he walked Rhea through the function of each adjustment point. In the back of his mind, he realized that he was happier than he had been in years. He hadn’t realized until now how desperate he’d been for some– he stopped short. The phrase that had come to mind was “genuine human companionship.” He abruptly shunted that train of thought onto a siding and got on with completing the adjustments.<br /> <br /> The job finished, Cace slid each of the racks back into place inside Rhea’s body and swung the two halves of her chest closed. They latched with a couple of spring-loaded clicks, and he carefully worked the polarized edges of her skin back together until the seams were nigh imperceptible. As he moved his hands away, he accidentally brushed one of her nipples.<br /> <br /> “Ohh,” she sighed.<br /> <br /> The two stared into each other’s eyes for a moment. Wordlessly, Cace cupped Rhea’s breasts in his hands; she leaned forward into the touch. They kissed as he lifted and pressed her breasts back against her body, eliciting a soft groan that peaked in a little cry when he gently squeezed one of her nipples. He paused and looked questioningly at her.<br /> <br /> “That felt very good,” she answered, “I’m sorry, am I being too loud? You could turn down my sensitivity.”<br /> <br /> Cace shook his head. “ I love hearing you enjoy yourself. The more the better.”<br /> <br /> “Speaking of more,” she said, pressing the heel of her hand into his growing bulge, “you should take off your pants.”<br /> <br /> “Bed,” Cace said.<br /> <br /> He took her hand and led her to the bedroom.<br /> <br /> ~<br /> <br /> Cace was closing the last clasp on his shirt when Rhea came out of the bathroom. “Going somewhere?”<br /> <br /> “Yes, I got a call while you were cleaning up. I have to go meet someone about a potential cargo; very high value, but the timing’s iffy. I’ll be back in an hour or two.”<br /> <br /> “Anything you want me to do while you’re out?”<br /> <br /> Cace thought for a moment. “No, but after I get back why don’t we go out together and pick up some clothes and stuff for you.”<br /> <br /> “That sounds like fun. Alright then, head out. I’ll keep myself busy.” She smiled with a hint of mischievousness that, when it penetrated Cace's conscious mind halfway to the door, almost made him turn around.<br /> <br /> He shook off the worry and left.<br /> <br /> As soon as the door closed behind Cace, Rhea went back out to the living area, to the table with the notebook and tools.<br /> <br /> With swift efficiency, she used one tool to depolarize her seams and another to unlock the latches of her chest panels. Sliding out only the rack she needed, she inserted the oddly tipped screwdriver into the adjustment hole for her main erogenous sensory inputs.<br /> <br /> “Hm. How much? Maybe just a little to start with?” She said out loud. Potentials representing several different plans coursed through her circuitry before, weighted against relevant memory inputs, only one entered her execution stack. “He did say ‘The more the better.’” She cranked the setting as far as it would go and did the same for several others.<br /> <br /> When the deed was done she put down the adjustment tool and pushed her chest panels closed. She gasped at the amplified sensation of even that casual touch, and switched in a dampening coil. “Have to be careful,” she said as she resealed her skin. Every caress was as potent now, unmediated by dampening, as Cace’s toying with her nipples had been before.<br /> <br /> She put the tools away and started back to the bedroom but stumbled the moment her thighs brushed past each other. She moaned as her sexual response circuitry lit up, triggering execution signals that sent a hand moving towards one of her breasts. With difficulty, she overrode the impulse, and threw in two more dampening coils. Simulating the sound of a deep, ragged breath, she made it to the bedroom and picked her panties up off the bureau.<br /> <br /> Her eyes narrowed suspiciously as she bent to step into them. “Hmm,” she said, and pursed her lips. That was a mistake, as her thoughtful expression twisted into one of unbridled lust. A stab of almost orgasmic pleasure coursed through her when she unthinkingly bit her lower lip. She cried out, throwing in her last dampening coil, and forced herself to remain stock still in her current, awkward, half-bent position until the last of the offending potentials had dissipated.<br /> <br /> The situation seemed manageable again as she pulled her underwear up. The dampening coils were technically supposed to be an emergency fallback, but Rhea thought that it would make a nice surprise for Cace when she switched them out one by one during their next bout of lovemaking. She carefully avoided pulling the panties too snug, and fastened on her bra without any great difficulty.<br /> <br /> Picking up her pants, she took a few steps backward and gingerly sat down on the bed to put them on. Despite the care, her eyes went wide and a ragged moan escaped her mouth. She ground her bottom into the mattress, rocking her hips forward to bring her pussy into contact with the surface. Even amplifying her logic circuits’ signal enough to render it almost meaningless failed to stop the motion.<br /> <br /> Lubricant soaked through the front of her panties as she helplessly squeezed her breasts. “Ohh, this is not good!” she said as one of the dampening coils died with a loud pop. Another burned out a few seconds later.<br /> <br /> Rhea’s whole body shuddered when she inevitably orgasmed, and kept shuddering as that orgasm didn’t end. Circuitry designed to be active for seconds at a time was growing dangerously hot under the continuous, extreme load. The sound of her panting only partly obscured a low, ominous hum.<br /> <br /> She fought her way back into control of one hand and used it to pry the other from where it was frantically kneading her breast. That relieved some of the strain, but then the remaining dampeners popped almost simultaneously. Both hands plunged towards her crotch and she began furiously rubbing herself through the sodden fabric of her panties.<br /> <br /> She screamed, the sound becoming harsh and metallic as the signals surging into her voicebox exceeded its capacity. Her body jerked to the sound of a sharp crackle of electricity, followed by a set of hisses and pops that sounded like frying bacon. Amid the chaos of overloaded electronics, her logic and directive circuitry momentarily reasserted their primacy. She lurched to a standing position.<br /> <br /> “This was a—ungghhh—bad idea,” she said, her voice edged with distortion. She took a halting step forward, then another. One hand was still working away at her clitoris, directly now, having worn a hole through the panties. Her other arm hung bent by her side, stiffly juddering between conflicting commands. “Need to… adjust down.”<br /> <br /> Staggering back to the impromptu work-table, Rhea guided the hand that was under her control to seize the wrist of the other and pry it from her crotch. Motor strained against motor, adding to the ensemble of damaging-sounding noises already coming from within her. Success fed success, though, and as the stimulus faded so did the whining of overtaxed servos. Capable of some degree of fine motor control again, she wasted no time in reopening her seams and panels.<br /> <br /> “What did I do to myself?” she said when the smoke had cleared enough to see the extent of her damage.<br /> <br /> Sparks intermittently flashed in the dark cavity, revealing burst and burnt electrical components, blackened circuit-cards, and melted insulation. The only positive aspect was that the damage had left her really critical systems, memory banks and logic and personality circuitry, almost unscathed.<br /> <br /> “I am in so much trouble,” she said, realizing that there was no way she could set things right before Cace returned.<br /> <br /> If she couldn’t set things right, then the next best thing was to prevent more damage, she concluded, and set about sliding out the appropriate rack and trying to guide the adjustment tool into the proper ports despite the shaking of her hands.<br /> <br /> “Alright, you, get in… there,” she said, her hand wobbling at the last moment so that the tip went into the precisely wrong hole. She pulled it out and tried again, more slowly, but the slower she went the worse the shaking seemed to get and the tool merely scraped the metal surface and pranged off the edges of several holes. The next several attempts fared no better.<br /> <br /> She changed her strategy and tried to steady one hand with the other. Slowly, she brought it closer and closer, carefully cancelling each motion. She suppressed every extraneous signal, focusing everything she had on the vital task. A triumphant smile crept into her determined expression when she was mere millimeters from success. At that moment, her arm brushed the outward-pointing nipple of one of her open chest panels.<br /> <br /> “Unhhh,” she moaned. Fresh sparks flew. Her hands jerked, and she countered the motion. The offending signal cut out abruptly, and her correction became an overcorrection, thrusting the tip of the adjustment tool neatly through one of the cooling slots of her directive adjudication module.<br /> <br /> Blue-white light flashed from the module’s openings. It crackled angrily and seeped white smoke. Rhea’s hands dropped limply to her sides, leaving the tool where it had jammed. A tremor passed across her face and she shook her head as though clearing an unpleasant thought.<br /> <br /> “Ugh, what am I doing? I need to recharge.” She turned and made it a few steps to the bedroom where Cace had left her cable plugged into the suite’s sole high-voltage outlet. She stopped halfway there and blinked rapidly for a moment. “What am I talking about? I have hours of battery left. I need to get these settings turned down.”<br /> <br /> She returned to the table. “Now where did I leave that… oh!” she said, noticing the projecting handle. She tried to remove it but her touch only brought forth a sizzling buzz from the module it was lodged in.<br /> <br /> “How is it taking me so long to put on a pair of pants?” she asked, rolling her eyes, and headed back to the bedroom.<br /> <br /> When she sat down on the bed to resume the task of dressing herself, Rhea’s systems spat a few weak sparks. She made a pleased noise and threw her head back. “Mmm, Cace, I can’t wait for you to get back,” she said, massaging her breasts as well as she could in their unorthodox position. The pressure pushed the panels partway closed again, pushing the extended rack back in and jostling the handle of the adjustment tool.<br /> <br /> “Ugh, he’ll definitely be mad if my battery’s dead when he gets… when he gets… when he… what was I—” Her body jerked as a loud pop and flash of light emanated from between her chest panels.<br /> <br /> She stood up stiffly, sat down in the same place, and stood up again. “This was a bad idea,” she said, “I need to turn my sensitivities down.”<br /> <br /> She re-opened her panels and succeeded in pulling the tool free, then froze as fat, white sparks burst from all the cooling vents of the damaged module, followed by thick, grey-tinged smoke.<br /> <br /> “Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, Cace, come back soon, I’m in so much trouble.” She dropped the tool and tried to grope one of her breasts, but because of the open panel thrust her hand into a stack of logic-cards, instead. The cards cracked and their mountings’ intricate wiring tore as she pushed and grasped, seeking sensory feedback that never came.<br /> <br /> “What did I do to myself?” she asked, smiling innocently “I need to turn my sensitivities dow-dow-dow—how did I let my batter-ter-ter-ter—how did I let my sensitivities get so low? I need to turn them up.”<br /> <br /> Rhea ceased mangling the logic stack and bent down to pick up the adjustor. “Let me just take care of this before Cace gets back,” she said, pulling out the rack with the adjustment panel. She missed her first try with gusto, gouging the tip of the tool into the surface of the board practically everywhere but the perforated plate. Finally, on the third or fourth attempt, she succeeded in her quest. With a sharp twist of her wrist, she turned the already-maxed adjustment so hard that it broke free of its connections.<br /> <br /> “There weee goooo,” she said proudly, her pitch dropping grotesquely as sparks blossomed among some of her only undamaged circuitry, “allllll doooooooooooonnnnnnnnne.”<br /> <br /> Rhea sank to a sitting position on the bed and folded slowly forward as the last word trailed from her dying voicebox. Bits of metal and ceramic tinkled to the floor alongside fragments of crushed logic board. Torn wiring hung down from her chest in a multi-colored tangle. Finally, as her joints progressively relaxed, she slid off the edge of the bed and landed facedown, her bottom sticking awkwardly up into the air.<br /> <br /> ~<br /> <br /> Cace mechanically worked through his pre-flight checklist. At least a nighttime departure meant he hadn’t had to deal with the beating heat of Lamont’s sun, one of a list of this planet’s displeasures he hoped to never endure again. Displeasures and disappointments seemed to be the chief amenities it foisted on weary travelers.<br /> <br /> While waiting for clearance to disconnect from a service umbilical, his eyes fell on the lines and circles of twinkling lights that stretched away towards the horizon outside the visiplas panes of the control deck. His sour expression softened. Even in his current mood, the beauty of a spaceport at night was something to be treasured.<br /> <br /> The clearance came and he finished the remainder of the checklist. After testing his harness, he flicked an intercom switch on his lap-panel. “All strapped in down there?”<br /> <br /> “Just like you showed me,” Rhea’s voice came back, rendered tinny by the intercom.<br /> <br /> “Just like I showed you? No innovations?”<br /> <br /> “Hey, I’ve learned my lesson,” she responded, her wounded pride detectable despite the imperfect audio.<br /> <br /> “Yeah, after making poor old Joe and me stay up for a week and a half of late nights piecing you back together,” Cace said under his breath.<br /> <br /> “What was that?”<br /> <br /> “Nothing, just talking to myself. Hold tight. Only a few minutes to go.”<br /> <br /> Cace flipped the switch back to OFF. Lamont hadn’t been ''all'' disappointment, and certainly not all displeasure, even if his stop here had put him into the red. Feast and famine was hardly a novelty for an independent operator, though, and considering more than just what was in his hold or his bank accounts, he felt he might yet come out ahead.<br /> <br /> The 10 second “up-ship” chime sounded from the intercom and Cace nestled down into his well-worn seat. The 5 second klaxon hooted, almost drowned out by the baritone of the big propellant pumps down below. Their familiar vibration carried up through the hull and the mountings of Cace’s seat, and told him they were running well-balanced and true. Then the drive lit off and he felt himself pressed down as the ship leapt towards the black zenith. Fighting the acceleration that tugged his face back, he broke into a grin.<br /> <br /> ''&lt;big&gt;THE END&lt;/big&gt;''<br /> <br /> {{Backtostories}}<br /> <br /> [[Category:D. Olivaw]]<br /> [[Category:Stories]]<br /> [[Category:Built]]<br /> [[Category:Ambiguous sentience]]<br /> [[Category:Malfunction]]<br /> [[Category:Damage]]<br /> [[Category:Masturbation]]<br /> [[Category:Pyrotechnics]]<br /> [[Category:Sparks]]<br /> [[Category:Smoke]]<br /> [[Category:Sexbot]]<br /> [[Category:Retrofuturistic]]<br /> [[Category:Access panel]]</div>

D.Olivaw https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=The_Plaything&diff=195872 2025-07-16T15:00:23Z

<p>D.Olivaw: </p> <hr /> <div>Larry sighed and shut the door behind him, closing out the flickering, eye-dagger light of the hallway fluorescents. He reminded himself to put in another maintenance request to get them fixed. Would that be the fifth? Sixth? It hardly mattered, he thought, flicking on the entryway light in his apartment and hanging his keys from the hook by the door. He’d probably end up fixing it himself at around ticket ten, going by previous experience.<br /> <br /> “Home shit home,” he muttered with a wry smile as he kicked off his shoes and unknotted his tie. He headed into the kitchen for a beer, leaving the tie draped over what the management company’s brochure called the “bar,” really just a raised strip of kitchen counter behind the sink. The bottle opener was in its usual spot on the counter beside the fridge, amid a graveyard of its bent and twisted victims. He opened the refrigerator door and fished out a bottle from in between take-out boxes and incipient life-forms only questionably contained by Tupperware. Its top joined the others on the counter, followed by the opener. <br /> <br /> Larry took a long swig and headed for the bedroom, planning to continue the novel he’d left on his nightstand. That’s odd, he thought. The door was closed. He could have sworn he’d left it open that morning. He felt the hair on his arms rise and found himself tightly gripping the condensation-streaked beer bottle. He shook his head and took a deep breath and put his hand on the doorknob, but still hesitated to turn it. “Idiot,” he said after a few more seconds of inaction. He swallowed, screwed up his courage, and flung the door open with such force that it rebounded off the doorstop and slammed shut in his face.<br /> <br /> He stepped back, blinked, and after a short pause burst out in laughter. ''Goddammit, I’m going nuts,'' he thought as he opened the bedroom door again and walked in. He switched on the lights and started opening the top few buttons of his shirt so he could breathe easier. “Gotta get a cat or some…” his voice trailed off and his eyes bulged as he noticed the gleaming, jet-black figure standing in the corner. <br /> <br /> Except for her glossy red lips and the pale skin immediately around her still-closed eyes, it seemed to Larry that every square inch of the interloper was covered with what looked like well-polished black latex. If the lipstick and the twin ponytails emerging from either side of the back of her head hadn’t been enough of a clue as to her sex, the way the outfit preternaturally hugged her melon-like breasts and flared hips would have. <br /> <br /> “Wh-who are you?” Larry asked. <br /> <br /> The strangely-attired woman didn’t answer. She didn’t move or blink, and after watching her chest for a moment, Larry realized that she wasn't even breathing. Bewildered, he crept closer. He saw that she was wearing a short under-bust corset distinguished from the surrounding material only by its edges and stiffening ribs. He sidled around her and was shocked to discover a thick grey cable running from the small of her back to an electrical outlet on the wall behind her.<br /> <br /> He leaned in and studied her face. The hood followed every contour perfectly, and at first he thought it was just exceptionally tight and well-tailored. Then he looked closer and saw that the material didn’t lay atop the skin around her eyes and lips; the two surfaces were flush, with a barely perceptible seam between them. It wasn’t a hood at all, he realized with a start.<br /> <br /> Questions were piling up in Larry’s head like cars in a freeway traffic accident, and in the absence of any guidance from his obstructed higher faculties the lower ones took over. He reached out and squeezed one of her rubber-coated breasts. There was just enough time to register the slick texture before she made a loud beeping noise, causing Larry to snatch his hand away like it had been scalded. <br /> <br /> Myriad muffled hums and whirrs and chattering noises started up within the artificial woman’s body. They made a complex electro-mechanical symphony, rising and falling, starting, stopping, and starting again before finally quieting down. Larry thought it sounded like a half-dozen muffled printers running their start-up tests at once. He backed up a few steps.<br /> <br /> She made a friendly chiming noise, her lips curved into a smile, and her eyelids snapped open, revealing irises that glowed softly with violet light. “Hi, handsome!” she said. Her voice was high and clear-sounding, and carried only the slightest hint of its artificial source.<br /> <br /> Larry goggled. “Hi…”<br /> <br /> She pursed her lips and looked pensively up and to the right. “Oh, battery’s full! Give me just a second.” <br /> <br /> With the sound of carefully orchestrated servomechanisms, she reached behind herself and pulled the plug out of her back, letting it fall to the ground. Her motions were smooth but still robotic-seeming, Larry thought, like he could see the seams between each component movement her programming had strung together to get the hand to its destination.<br /> <br /> “So who—what—are you, exactly? And what are you doing in my bedroom?” He took a long pull from his beer bottle and set it down on the dresser beside him.<br /> <br /> The light in her eyes flickered. “I’m all yours.” She took one whirring step towards him.<br /> <br /> Larry took a matching step back. “That’s nice, but who put you here? How did you get into my apartment?”<br /> <br /> The flickering lasted longer this time. “I don’t know. All I know-” she took another step forward, “-is that I belong to you.”<br /> <br /> Larry shook his head. “What’s your name?”<br /> <br /> “I don’t have one yet. What do you want it to be?”<br /> <br /> “You don’t even have a name!?&quot;<br /> <br /> “Would you like me to select one from memory? I am programmed with a list of 1,138 female names.”<br /> <br /> “Go ahead,” Larry said.<br /> <br /> Her eyes flashed. “My name is Gertrude,” she said proudly.<br /> <br /> “Uhh, maybe let’s pick another.”<br /> <br /> “My name is Ethel.”<br /> <br /> “Is this a list of the most popular girl names in 1935? Pick another.”<br /> <br /> “My name is Nivaeh.”<br /> <br /> “Oh God, that’s even worse. Okay, I give up. How about… um… Erika,” he plucked from somewhere in his subconscious. <br /> <br /> “My name is Erika,” she said, sounding precisely as pleased as she had been with the earlier names.<br /> <br /> He sighed. “Nice to meet you, Erika, I’m Larry.” <br /> <br /> “Mmm, Larry.” She drew the name out, caressing it with her voice. “Such a strong, masculine, sexy name.” Erika closed the last few steps between them and put her hand on his chest.<br /> <br /> “Rea—oh, never mind.” The phrase ‘reality is stranger than fiction because fiction has to make sense’ drifted up from the depths of his memory. Before, he’d accepted it as truism; now he faced it as brute fact. He put his hands on Erika’s corseted waist. “Look, I don’t know what the fuck’s going on here. It looks like you don’t either. I could take you to the cops; they’d give me some funny looks and make me fill out a lot of paperwork, then turn you off, impound you, try to figure out who owned you. I’d never see you again. Or I could give in.” He took a deep breath and looked into her empty, violet eyes. “This is me giving in.” He drew her against him and kissed her deeply.<br /> <br /> The kiss lingered; became many kisses. Erika sought his lips with no less heat than he sought hers. He explored her body with his hands: her firm, round bottom; her heavy breasts; the places where the edges of her inner structures could be felt through the padding under her rubber skin. Delving between her legs, he felt a discontinuity: the pretend-catsuit was crotchless, giving way to smooth silicone labia. He stroked between them with his fingers and a gush of lubricant answered the touch. Erika responded in kind, groping his erection through the front of his slacks.<br /> <br /> Larry unzipped his pants and let the erection fall into Erika’s hand. She pressed it against the front of her body, catching the shaft between palm and pubic mound. He began rocking his hips, thrusting into the space she’d made, and she gripped him tighter, drawing forth bright beads of fluid that his motion smeared into streaks on the mirror finish of her abdomen.<br /> <br /> “You seem ready to me,” she said. <br /> <br /> Larry was confused when she abruptly let go and turned from him. Then she bent over his bed and arched her back with a growl of actuators, exposing the pale pink silicone of her sexual interface, and he understood. His clothes landed in a heap in the corner of the room.<br /> <br /> He didn’t hesitate, spreading her with his thumbs before plunging inside, rocking her forward on the platforms of her built-in heels with his first thrust. For a moment he held there, at the deepest point, feeling her cool plastic thighs and calves against the front of his legs.<br /> <br /> Erika turned her head, presenting a lustful sneer in profile. “Fuck me!” <br /> <br /> Larry obeyed, but soon encountered trouble. His hands grew sweaty and he lost his grip on her sides. Switching to her shoulders barely helped so, frustrated, he dug his fingertips in under the top of her corset. The problem solved, he went at her with savage intensity, making up for lost time.<br /> <br /> “Do you like fucking that tight little pussy?” Erika asked, “Does it feel good wrapped around your big, throbbing cock?” She pushed herself up slightly, shifting the angle of her body so that the bottom of Larry’s head was suddenly rubbing hard against a set of gentle ridges on the front wall of her pussy.<br /> <br /> He groaned and forgot all about pacing himself. Muscles flexing, teeth clenched, he went all out—up until the moment the two corset panels he was holding onto ripped off in his hands. The force of his next thrust shoved Erika forward onto her face and sent Larry stumbling backward, still holding the two rubber rectangles.<br /> <br /> Erika pushed herself back up and looked over one shoulder, the noises of her movement seeming louder than they had before. “Why’d you stop? That was just getting good.”<br /> <br /> “Are you okay?” Larry asked, gesturing with the panels. Inside the opening left by their removal, he saw a complicated collection of wires, metal housings, and gleaming rods.<br /> <br /> He saw her glossy lower lip catch the light as her mouth dropped open a few millimeters. Her eyes flickered intensely. “I felt a lot better with you inside me,” she said after a few seconds, and gave him a dentistry-advertisement grin.<br /> <br /> Larry shrugged. He tossed the panels on the bed then looked worriedly at her exposed mechanisms. “Let’s try it standing.” He neither wanted his hand to accidentally slip inside if they continued the way they had been, nor did he want the bunched-up bed sheets pushed in if he tried doing her on her back.<br /> <br /> “You can have me however you want,” Erika said. She stood up and came face to face with Larry, entering into another long kiss. She gently massaged the back of his neck with one hand while her other found his flagging erection and brought it back to fullness.<br /> <br /> Larry squeezed her bottom with both hands before bringing her forward against his body. He lifted her onto his cock, finding her lighter than he expected, and tried to hold her in place while thrusting with his hips. She helped by wrapping her legs around him, but the slick material she was covered with kept sliding out of his grasp. Hanging between pleasure and frustration, he turned and pushed her back against his dresser for some extra support. It worked, and he started pounding her as intently as he had on the bed, shoving the dresser back against the wall and jouncing everything atop it.<br /> <br /> Erika bared her teeth at him fiercely, “You’re so deep inside me; it feels so good! Don’t stop; don’t stop until you make me scream!” <br /> <br /> Nearing climax, Larry was surprised to hear a crisp popping noise followed by a train of low buzzes and hisses. He opened his eyes and saw Erika’s blissful facial expression framed by a pall of smoke rising from behind her. He stopped, breathing heavily. “Is something wrong?”<br /> <br /> Erika shook her head, “Everything’s perfect when you’re fucking me; it’s what I was made for.”<br /> <br /> There was another pop, and another, illuminating the dresser with flashes of light, and the buzzing got louder. Increasingly attentive to his surroundings, Larry realized there was a liquid dripping from his hands where they gripped Erika’s rear. His eyes widened as he remembered the half-finished bottle of beer. He looked over Erika’s shoulder and saw it in its side, its contents spread in a gleaming pool that had run off the top of the dresser and down her back, right into the opening where the panels had been torn off.<br /> <br /> “Fuck!” he cried.<br /> <br /> “We already are,” Erika laughed.<br /> <br /> Larry stepped back from the dresser and turned. “No, your back! We have to stop!”<br /> <br /> Erika pouted. “Oh, but you were getting so close.”<br /> <br /> “Get down and, and, I don’t know, I’ll go get some towels or something.”<br /> <br /> “But I don’t want to stop yet,” she said, rocking herself to push him deeper inside her. There was a loud crackling noise and her legs suddenly tightened around Larry’s waist while every other part of her body went limp. She flopped back and her head hit the hardwood with a loud thump. “OhOhOhOhOhOh!” she stuttered, her eye-lights flickering erratically.<br /> <br /> Larry pulled her up and heard something loosely rattle inside her lolling head. “Erika?” <br /> <br /> There was another mechanical-sounding clatter in her chest, like when she’d started up, but this time it seemed to get hung up on a step, repeating it over and over until ending with an angry electrical buzzing that showed no sign of stopping. Erika suddenly picked her head up and looked Larry in the eyes. “It fe-fe-fe-feels so good,” she said in a badly distorted voice, grinding herself against him. “I don’t want you to stop—don’t want you to stop—don’t want you to stop-stop-stop,” she continued before smothering Larry’s mouth with a rough, clumsy kiss.<br /> <br /> He broke away from the kiss for a moment, started to try to pry her off him again, to stop her, save her. Erika writhed against his body in response, glitchily begged him to cum inside her, to use her as she was meant to be used. He was stronger and effortlessly gained the upper hand against her uncoordinated resistance. Then he stopped. He listened to the ruinous cacophony coming from inside her body. He stared at the thick stream of smoke rising from where he’d torn away the barrier that shielded her delicate machinery. <br /> <br /> “This is me giving in.”<br /> <br /> Erika grinned. “I’m all yours,” she said, her lips giving shape to the words a second later than they left her electronic voicebox.<br /> <br /> Larry pushed her back against the dresser, his hands gripping her upper arms, and began fucking her with single-minded focus. He paid no attention when smoke began to trickle upwards from her nostrils or when one of her heels dug momentarily into the back of his leg. His eyes closed, and his world contracted to the pounding impact of flesh on plastic, to the pleasure pulsing upwards into his body from where it met Erika’s. Groaning, he erupted into the tight warmth of her pussy with spurt after spurt of cum; not stopping his thrusts until it spilled in milky runnels down her glossy thighs. <br /> <br /> He opened his eyes and saw Erika’s head tilted back and her face twitching strangely in the midst of her own orgasmic moan. The buzzing in her torso suddenly grew quieter and its pitch deepened. Larry’s eyes widened as he saw the plastic of her chest lose its sheen and sag inward, draping itself over the overheating mechanism inside. She didn’t seem to register his presence anymore, the damage to her systems had reduced her to little more than a twitching doll, still eagerly bouncing up and down on his now painfully sensitive cock. Her head swung back and forth and her voice crackled before starting to repeat the same looped half-second of digitized moaning, the lights in her eyes blinking on and off at random. <br /> <br /> Larry pulled out of her and tried to set her down. To his surprise, Erika took to her feet and managed to stand, swaying in place as though she’d had too much to drink. Larry backed away, realizing only in its absence how much heat her chest had been radiating into him for the last few minutes. <br /> <br /> He jumped at a shockingly loud bang from inside Erika’s back. Charred electronic components and unidentifiable bits of metal and plastic pelted the wall and dresser, and her eye-lights went completely out. A fist-sized gray box dropped out of her back, dangling from some wires, smoke seeping from a set of vents on its side. She slowly bent forward at the waist, finally tipping over onto her face before rolling stiffly to one side. The moan ceased repeating and slowly died away. <br /> <br /> Larry stepped around the fallen doll until he could see inside her back. The compartment was a ruin of sooty circuitry and melted wiring, brightened by the occasional spark as another piece of electronics belatedly surrendered. He sighed heavily and sat down on the edge of his bed.<br /> <br /> He was startled a few minutes later by a sharp, regular knocking at the door to his apartment…<br /> <br /> THE END<br /> <br /> -----<br /> <br /> {{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> [[Stories|&amp;larr; Story Archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:D. 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D.Olivaw https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=A_Tale_from_the_Plastic_Rose:_Victoria&diff=195871 2025-07-16T14:57:35Z

<p>D.Olivaw: </p> <hr /> <div>Victoria's eyes jittered back and forth, meticulously scanning the crowd of revelers that packed the darkened main floor of the Plastic Rose. Her onboard software picked out facial expressions, posture, and dress, correlating them with everything from the subject's proximity to other guests to the expected emotional impact of the electronic music playing on the club's sound system.<br /> <br /> She focused in on a pair of men loitering off to one side of the room. They were turned away from her, hiding their faces from her analysis, but the slight sway of their bodies and the near-empty drink glasses they held indicated inebriation. That meant they'd likely been here for some time, yet they weren't being seen to by any of the other hostesses. Victoria queried the network and verified that none of her fellow units had recorded a social interaction with the two, so they hadn't turned down companionship but also hadn't sought it out. Her system tentatively assigned them to the category reserved for shy guests and assembled various pre-programmed behavior modules into a course of action.<br /> <br /> Victoria threaded her way around the perimeter of the dance floor, in between groups of people who stood leaning inward to talk over the music. Her well-polished black catsuit gleamed, hiding nothing of her idealized physique despite covering everything below the neck. &quot;Rubber Thursday&quot; was a weekly event at the Plastic Rose, and the other hostesses were all dressed identically. As usual, many of the guests had chosen outfits in keeping with the theme.<br /> <br /> Most of the groups Victoria passed were accompanied by a least one hostess or companion unit. The companions, more realistic and capable models than the hostesses, were also dressed more diversely. They ran the range from total nudity to elaborate fetish gear, whatever their client had pre-selected on the club's web-site.<br /> <br /> Victoria stepped into the narrow space between her two oblivious targets, brushing her hips against theirs and placing her arms around their shoulders. Both turned their heads toward her in surprise, the tall blond one a little faster than the shorter man with the shaved head. Now that she could see their flushed complexions and dopy smiles, Victoria's facial analysis software greatly increased its estimate of their intoxication level. Evidently, this hadn’t their first stop of the night. The CPU in her chest hummed to a higher state of activity as it modified her interaction presets.<br /> <br /> &quot;Having fun?&quot; she asked, raising her voice over the sound of the bass-heavy track that had started while she was crossing the room.<br /> <br /> &quot;I am now,&quot; the man with the shaved head said, his words slurring together slightly. &quot;I'm George, ‘an this is Leo.&quot;<br /> <br /> George's arm shifted, and Victoria detected a pressure on her bottom that she concluded was his hand. The sheet of sensors buried under the outermost layer of her plastic skin reported spiking pressure along with decreased area: George had pinched her ass.<br /> <br /> The latex-clad gynoid cocked her head and smiled. &quot;I'm Victoria.&quot; She turned towards George's friend. &quot;How about you, Leo, are you having fun?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I guess. Hey, Victoria, this is our first time. How-&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I made him come! This big wimp's hot on you robo-girls but he was too afraid-&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Shut up, George!&quot; Leo said, rolling his eyes.<br /> <br /> &quot;Oh, sorry, you... uh, you're a robot, right, V?&quot; George asked.<br /> <br /> Victoria froze for a second until her processors had successfully parsed the overlapped statements and the impromptu diminutive George had called her by. Finally, she answered, &quot;That's right, I'm one of the Plastic Rose's custom hostess units. What do you think of me so far?&quot;<br /> <br /> Leo's eyes widened, &quot;you're so real!&quot; He reached up and felt the hand Victoria had hung around his shoulder, interlacing his fingers with hers.<br /> <br /> Victoria squeezed his hand back and said, &quot;oh, I'm nothing. The companion units are the real stars. If want to order one, just say so and I’ll take care of it; the hourly rate’s very reasonable.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Hourly, huh? How about for five minutes!&quot; George guffawed. When Victoria earnestly tried to explain that there was a 1-hour minimum he cut her off and said, &quot;Hey, Leo, I'm gonna go get us another round. Have fun until I get back.&quot; He took Leo's glass and started to walk away. Pausing after a few steps, George turned back to shout, &quot;but not too much fun!&quot; and waggle his eyebrows before continuing to the bar.<br /> <br /> Victoria turned to towards Leo, put her hands at his waist, and stared into his eyes intently. She nearly maxed out her system resources trying to decipher the complicated dance of expressions on his face. He was obviously fighting through a haze of alcohol, and her algorithms identified aspects of arousal, fear, and annoyance. Only one of these was related to her programmed objective. She scanned her memory of what little she knew about Leo and hit on an obvious route forward.<br /> <br /> &quot;You like gynoids?&quot; She asked.<br /> <br /> Leo's annoyance seemed to subside, a minor victory for Victoria's programmers, as the initial version of her question, 'George said you like robo-girls?' had thrown an emotional association alert and been edited to remove references to the assumed source of his displeasure. Victoria, of course, felt no joy at her triumph: the change in Leo’s disposition was detected and the appropriate variables were updated. Electrical activity flashed across the processor chips in her visual and cognitive systems while current circulated in the traces on her circuit boards. She was performing the task she had been designed for at peak efficiency.<br /> <br /> A hint of a smile appeared on Leo's face, &quot;I guess so.&quot; A bit hesitantly, he stroked the apple of Victoria's cheek. &quot;You're so perfect.&quot;<br /> <br /> The last statement was too quiet for Victoria to hear over the music, but she was able to read his lips. She put her hand over his and nuzzled into it, kissing the palm before letting him go. &quot;Thank you,&quot; she said, and noted that he was breathing faster. &quot;So, that’s what you like about us, that we're so perfect?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Not just that. Ever since I was a kid I really liked machines... guess I like them better than most people. I just get them, you know?&quot; Leo’s earlier hesitancy seemed to be dissolving, displaced by growing lust, and eagerness to open up toVictoria about his desires.<br /> <br /> While he spoke, his hand had migrated to Victoria's side, as close to her breast as it was possible to get without actually touching it. Based on the increasing intensity of their interaction, Victoria's software triggered a decision node that would take things to the next level. She turned, thrusting the breast squarely into his grasp. &quot;Looks like you got me, at least,&quot; she said.<br /> <br /> Leo glanced around nervously, but saw that Victoria was far from the only hostess or companion engaged in a little playful touching with the guests. Whatever the specific rules were, they seemed accepting of everything short of actual sex. Still, he wasn't the exhibitionistic type. Without removing his hand, he moved closer to Victoria and put his arm around her waist, shielding her from view to most of the room. Up close, the odd, but not unpleasant scent of her catsuit was more powerful, and he could see that her skin, very realistic seeming from a few feet away in the dimly-lit club, had a subtle, satiny sheen. The breast in his hand was realistic enough; it felt soft but heavy as he lifted and squeezed it beneath its slick rubber covering. He felt a hard nipple poking through the catsuit and impulsively rubbed it with his thumb. His heart-rate jumped when Victoria sighed loudly in response.<br /> <br /> &quot;Can I kiss you?&quot; he asked.<br /> <br /> Victoria shook her head sadly. &quot;Sorry, Leo, I’m just a hostess: no mouth-to-mouth contact allowed. If you want to spend some time with a companion, though, they can do anything.” The way she drew out the last word made it a promise of undreamt-of pleasure. “And they're so much more advanced than me.” Calculatingly, she chose that moment to press her groin against Leo's, trapping his growing erection between their bodies. She ground herself softly against him. “So much… better equipped. I think you’d get a real kick out of it.”<br /> <br /> &quot;What if I want you, Victoria?&quot; he asked, &quot;not one of the companions. I like you.&quot;<br /> <br /> Victoria smiled, her CPU focusing mostly on the kinematic analysis and pressure feedback her software was using to control her motions, to keep Leo at a heightened but stable level of arousal. His question was common enough that she was programmed with a canned response that took minimal system resources to deploy, other than a quick check of the club's inventory. &quot;I like you too, Leo.” She dug her nails into Leo’s back through his light, collared shirt, just hard enough to bite a bit. “Oh, how I like you, but the rules are the rules,” she said, and let him mull it for a brief time before going in for the kill. “You know, we do have a companion model that looks a lot like me. Should I-&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Hey, woah! I said not too much fun!&quot; George reappeared from around a nearby cluster of people, bearing a pair of lowball glasses loaded with brown liquor and ice. He'd already drained half of one on the way back and was swaying like he was on the deck of a ship only he could see. &quot;I leave for a few minutes... and you're practly headin toward home base,&quot; he took a sip from his drink and handed the other to a suddenly annoyed-looking Leo.<br /> <br /> Victoria's systems were thrown into momentary chaos by George's arrival. Her decision trees had pruned down to an almost exclusively focus on maneuvering Leo into a date with a companion unit, but from the look on his face and the way he broke away from their embrace to face his drunk friend, it seemed all the progress she'd made had evaporated. That alone wasn’t a problem; Victoria was a machine, as tireless and unwearying as any of her kind. Neither was the fact that George also fit her target criteria to a tee. The problem was that her programming now evaluated them as contradictory equal-value prospects, and George's directive to not have fun added an additional confounding factor. Victoria stiffened while her processors tackled the dilemma. She stared blankly out at the dance floor, her glistening, crimson lips parted.<br /> <br /> The pause would only have lasted a few more seconds before either a compromise solution would be found, or one of the two men would be selected at random. However, George chose that moment to throw his arm around the hostess and say, &quot;Hey, baby, you look a little tense. How 'bout a drink?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I don't think that's a good idea,&quot; Leo said, but George had already lifted his glass to Victoria's lips and tipped it back.<br /> <br /> Victoria's overtaxed CPU recognized the danger she was in just a moment too late. Servos whirred as she jerked her head away from the glass, but the motion just served to throw the slug of watery liquor in her mouth back against the circuit boards residing behind it. The rest of the drink spilled down her chin, decorating the front of her catsuit with glittering drops and rivulets.<br /> <br /> &quot;Careful, George,&quot; she chided, &quot;I'm not designed for liquid intake.&quot; She turned back to Leo, by now the clear answer to her earlier conflict of priorities. Victoria initiated a new strategy, one designed to re-inflate his desire while simultaneously paring him away from his distracting and even dangerous 'friend' - she'd already used the network to cue another hostess to take care of George, one way or another. &quot;Would you like to dance, Leo?&quot; She asked.<br /> <br /> Leo was somewhat bemused by the drink incident, but the prospect of spending more time with Victoria was irresistible. &quot;Sure, but don't expect much, I'm terrible.&quot; The techno favored by the club's DJ wasn't really his style, and he drunkenly wondered why the current tracked was dubbed with weird hissing and buzzing noises.<br /> <br /> Victoria laughed. &quot;Don't worry,&quot; she said. Her head snapped to the left so hard it hit its stops with an audible clack, then tilted sharply upwards. &quot;I'm sure you're a great dancer.&quot; She was seemingly unperturbed as another set of servos, obeying the command of her CPU, fought to bring her head juddering back to its previous position. The two sets of conflicting actuators whined loudly until the first set ceased their rebellion as abruptly as they'd started. Now the hostess' head jerked down and right before her CPU was able to compensate. Milky smoke began to seep from her mouth and nose.<br /> <br /> &quot;Well, what are you waiting for?&quot; Victoria asked, the movements of her mouth lagging the words by at least a second. She went to put her hands on her hips but was forced to seize a horrified Leo for support as she suddenly stumbled off balance. The room and all the objects in it, or at least the coordinate and vector data her CPU was receiving from the specialized sub-processors in her head, had become impossibly distorted. Tables and guests appeared in midair one millisecond and beneath the floor in the next. It was by pure accident that the representation of Leo happened to be one of the only objects to retain its original relation to her. She still managed to badly overstress an ankle joint trying to stay upright on her tall platform heels amidst the room's violent swaying.<br /> <br /> &quot;Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!&quot; Leo was saying as he watched Victoria's eyes swivel chaotically in their sockets, finally ending up somewhat crossed. The malfunctioning gynoid was looking around with small, random-seeming motions whose birdlike sharpness flipped her long, black hair about her shoulders. Smoke was now coming from her ears, too.<br /> <br /> Victoria grinned, the dark interior of her mouth illuminated by an electric flash from somewhere behind her too-white teeth, and said, &quot;So you're ready for me to order that companion, Leo?&quot;<br /> <br /> By now, her CPU was completely overwhelmed sorting through the combination of corrupted data and component failure alerts generated by the shorting electronics in her head. Social interaction processing had been pushed to the bottom of the pile and was returning only the most immediate, basic responses to what little sensible data was reaching it. She tried to access the club net for instructions but received only error messages in return - her wireless card had been one of the first things destroyed.<br /> <br /> &quot;You idiot, she's totally fucked!&quot; Leo shouted at his friend as Victoria's body shuddered against him. Despite the acrid smoke and the terrible circumstances, her writhing motions had rejuvenated his flagging erection.<br /> <br /> &quot;She's a friggen sex-bot! Why can't she take a little water in her mouth? It doesn't make any sense, Leo, it aint my fault!&quot; George face was bright red, and he was backing away from Leo and Victoria now, looking around as through he expected angry bouncers to appear at any moment. He was no expert on robots, but he knew they were expensive.<br /> <br /> Victoria detected Leo's increasingly firm erection against her and again began to grind against him, but her processors experienced a fault as a new tranche of component failure alerts hit the top of their queue. The program that should have been carefully modulating her motions instead produced an instruction for endlessly increasing amplitude and frequency; the initially gentle movement became frantically intense. Instead of grinding against Leo she was almost comically dry-humping him.<br /> <br /> &quot;D-d-d-don't you want to da-da-da-dance, Leeeeee-&quot; Leo's name cut out in a sharp and mercifully short screech of distorted noise as some of Victoria's vocal circuitry shorted. She caught up a little on her processor backlog and the violent gyrations stopped. By now it was apparent that she had experienced critical hardware damage, and none of her attempts to restart the faulty systems or route around damage were more than marginally successful. The hard-coded response to her current situation was to immediately cease client interactions and return to the servicing room.<br /> <br /> &quot;Victoria, hey, Victoria,&quot; Leo was snapping his fingers in front of the cross-eyed gynoid. George had disappeared into the crowd; the coward had probably fled the club completely, Leo thought. &quot;Can anyone help her?&quot; he called out, but the music had kicked into high gear and no one could hear him. Unexpectedly, Victoria straightened up.<br /> <br /> Disregarding the useless data from her still-frying visual and auditory circuits, Victoria was calculating the best way to return to the Plastic Rose’s gynoid maintenance bay. Her environmental modelling software averaged the position and displacement of all objects that had been tagged stationary since she'd begun her conversation with the two men, and mapped a route to the objective that left a reasonable safety margin around them. Avoiding guests and other gynoids would be more of a challenge, and in the absence of vision she'd have to rely on lower-accuracy joint-feedback and onboard accelerometer data for balance and positioning. She extended her arms straight out ahead of her, palms facing forward, and said &quot;Excu-cu-cu-cuse me&quot; in a loud, tinny voice, her lips twisting into shapes unrelated to the words.<br /> <br /> Leo stepped back from Victoria's stiffly raised arms. She rotated in place with small, precise motions, faced away from him, and began to march away with clockwork steps, smoke trailing behind her. Leo saw befuddled or amused looks on some of the other patrons' faces as she passed. &quot;Victoria? Wait up!&quot; He called after her and started to follow.<br /> <br /> The crowd parted around Victoria, and apart from a few brushes that sent her stumbling, she made good progress. Better than Leo, who nearly knocked over another hostess that shocked him by being identical to Victoria except for having bright purple hair. &quot;Sorry,&quot; he said, and started to push past, but she stopped him with a hand on his arm.<br /> <br /> &quot;You don't look like you're having fun. What's wrong?&quot; she asked.<br /> <br /> &quot;Victoria, she's, uh, hurt I guess, and I-&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Oh, Victoria? If she was malfunctioning, then she's just going to get fixed. What's your name?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Leo,&quot; he muttered, looking over the new hostess' shoulder. He had already lost track of Victoria in the dim, crowded club.<br /> <br /> &quot;Well I’m Violet, and I want you to forget about Victoria. After all, I’m much prettier, aren’t I?” She flipped her extravagantly colored hair and pouted at him.<br /> <br /> Leo relaxed a few notches. &quot;You're sure she'll be okay?&quot;<br /> <br /> Violet placed her hands on her hips. &quot;What did I say about forgetting?” she scolded. “You're here to have fun, so let’s have fun! Want to dance?&quot; Violet asked. Without waiting for an answer, she took Leo's hand and led him back towards the center of the club.<br /> <br /> Meanwhile, Victoria was picking her way towards the back. She was most of the way there when a woman in a see-through plastic party dress turned and thoughtlessly stepped out in front of her. Victoria tripped over the woman's foot, failed to catch herself, and sprawled forward. She would have just fallen onto her hands if not for a steel-topped table in the booth in front of her. Her face slammed into the edge with a sound of cracking plastic and she flopped the rest of the way to the floor. The man and woman who'd been sitting in the booth looked horrified as Victoria carefully got back to her feet, minus the deeply creased faceplate that still lay on the floor.<br /> <br /> As she turned back to pursue her currently programmed objective, the inner mechanisms of Victoria's head were fully exposed. Tightly-packed circuit boards nested between the servos that drove her jaw through its limited range of motion. A cable that had connected one of her eyes to the foremost circuit board had torn loose from the back of the faceplate, and now dangled limply from its white plastic plug. The cavity was filled with electrical smoke that wafted lazily from countless shorted components. &quot;Eeeexcu-u-u-use meeeeeeeee&quot; a speaker mounted among the circuit boards growled distortedly.<br /> <br /> The last few groups between Victoria and the door willingly moved aside for the stiffly striding hostess. The gynoids among them acted quickly to distract guests from the bizarre spectacle; companions aggressively kissed and fondled their clients while hostesses whispered lustful promises or cracked lewd jokes. Silently, they alerted the club’s network of Victoria’s location and status.<br /> <br /> Just a few steps from her destination, Victoria’s damaged ankle failed with a cracking noise. She swayed drunkenly before falling back against the unyielding concrete floor. The force of the impact popped the liquid cooling header off one of her processors arrays and broke several other components free of their mountings. Clear, viscous coolant spurted into the interior of her chest cavity and her primary coolant loop lost most of its pressure. The unexpected change in attitude and the spike in error messages and system faults slowed her CPU to a standstill, and for several seconds she could only lay shuddering on the floor with her hair splayed out around her head. At last, she sat up stiffly and began to rise.<br /> <br /> Just as Victoria had gotten her feet back under her, the door to the maintenance area burst open. The corner of the door’s push-bar crunched into her facial cavity, smashing the circuit boards inside amidst a flurry of tiny sparks. The impact sent her sprawling onto her back again.<br /> <br /> “Sorry-ry-ry, no mouth to- no mouth to- no mouth to mouggrrhh” she said in a voice that wandered randomly in pitch. As she sat up once more, coolant from the newly-ruptured lines in her head dribbled down from the crushed mass of components and spilled onto her chest.<br /> <br /> Her would-be savior, a casually-dressed technician who worked for the club, looked at the mess and cursed under her breath about “perfect timing.” Ignoring the disapproving looks she got from some of the club patrons, she hurried around behind Victoria and hoisted the badly damaged gynoid to its feet, her grasp slipping on the lubed-up rubber outfit.<br /> <br /> Victoria twisted in the tech’s arms, pushing one of her breasts into her grasp just as she had with Leo. By now her system was in total chaos as hardware overheated or gave nonsensical feedback to commands. The speaker in her head made a squelching, distorted noise that suddenly clarified into “ggggot me at le-le-least,” before continuously looping a half-second sample of her most lustful sigh.<br /> <br /> The tech rolled her eyes and manhandled Victoria towards the door. She bumped it open with her behind and pulled her now spastically jerking cargo through into the brightly lit servicing room. The door closed again with a metallic ka-chunk, sealing out all but a residue of the club’s music and crowd noise.<br /> <br /> “Holy crap! What’d she, get hit by a bus?” the tech’s supervisor said from across the room. He adjusted his thick glasses and came over for a closer look<br /> <br /> The supervisor helped move Victoria over to an examination table then pulled down the zipper on the rear of her catsuit, exposing her upper back. He jabbed his thumb at a slightly off-color rectangle of skin at the base of her neck and there was a quiet click. Victoria’s motions ceased suddenly, her body slumping limply to the table. Coolant began to puddle under her head, and a few thin wisps of smoke rose from the smashed circuitry within.<br /> <br /> “Is she… totaled?” the tech worriedly asked her supervisor.<br /> <br /> He sighed. “She wouldn’t act so strangely with just the visible damage. Something more important must have gotten messed up,” he tapped her back. “We’ll have to do a full teardown, and I think I know just the person for the job.” He flashed a friendly smile at the tech, whose shoulders drooped, then walked away.<br /> <br /> “Thanks,” the tech said, giving Victoria’s shoulder a mock-punch, “thanks a lot.” Shaking her head, she headed back out into the club to find her new project’s missing face.<br /> <br /> -----<br /> <br /> <br /> {{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> [[Stories|&amp;larr; Story Archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:D. 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D.Olivaw https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=First_Date&diff=195870 2025-07-16T14:54:58Z

<p>D.Olivaw: </p> <hr /> <div>Anika smiled gratefully at the grey-skinned waitress-bot and accepted the small soda she’d ordered. As she looked around, she noted that she’d attracted the attention of nearly every man seated outside the café. She devoted a portion of her CPU time to reveling in how perfectly sexy her artificial body was. A slim waist, long legs, and a massive pair of tits might not be the most original way into a man’s heart, but they did the job. Her skintight PVC pants, off-the-shoulder crop-top, and heels didn’t hurt, doing little to disguise those features. <br /> <br /> She took a moment to look around again. Her facial recognition software struggled with the sheer number of faces surrounding her, between the busy café and the sidewalk there must have been nearly sixty people visible, but by the time she’d finished she was sure John wasn’t in the crowd. <br /> <br /> She bent over and took the straw between her full, deep red lips, drawing ice-cold soda out of the old-fashioned glass. She savored the complexity of the sensations the bubbly liquid triggered in the thousands of touch sensors in her mouth; turning up the gain, she lost herself in exploring the endless layers of analog experience until her processors exceeded their thermal tolerance and a system alert brought her back to the outside world. Almost as an afterthought, she swallowed the soda, storing it in an internal fluid reservoir for later disposal.<br /> <br /> “Hi, are you Anika?” A broad-shouldered man asked. With one hand he shielded kind eyes from the glare of the sunstrip running down the colony’s axis. <br /> <br /> Surprised, Anika’s processors spiked back past their redlines as the parallel but interlinked needs to scan the man’s face, answer his question, determine the correct emotional response, and decide what to do next piled up in her CPU. “I-I-I-I-…” she stuttered like a busted sales kiosk.<br /> <br /> “Um, are you okay?” The man asked. His expression shifted from friendly to worried.<br /> <br /> Anika’s higher executive functions kicked in and started killing processes left and right. “…I-I am! Yes!” She looked around and noted a few raised eyebrows. “You’re John, right?” she asked, standing suddenly and reaching out her hand as the result of the facial recognition analysis finally passed to her higher functions for review. With her other hand she brushed away a few strands of pale lavender hair that had fallen over her face. <br /> <br /> John smiled and took her hand into his. He squeezed, but Anika could tell that he was carefully using only a tiny fraction of his strength. She simulated what he could do if he really exerted himself and had to manually cancel the initialization of her sex systems. She licked her lips. “It’s so nice to finally meet you in person,” she said. <br /> <br /> “You, too. Are you sure you’re all right? You were glitching out a little there.” <br /> <br /> Anika smiled. He seemed genuinely worried about her, and the puppy-dog look it brought to his face was irresistible. “Oh, I’m fine. You just surprised me in the middle of a thought; I don’t always switch gears well.” She gestured at the table and sat back down. <br /> <br /> “Sorry,” John said, and sat down across the tiny table from her.<br /> <br /> Anika’s emotional analysis software identified a high probability that he was expressing remorse, and her higher functions connected it with her earlier malfunction. She leaned forward and took his hand in hers. “Oh, honey, I didn’t mind. It’s nothing you have to feel bad about.” She squeezed slightly.<br /> <br /> John squeezed her hand back. “I was worried that the very first thing I’d done was annoy you.” <br /> <br /> “Nah, just silly robot girl stuff. Happens all the time,” Anika said. She noted the signs of physical attraction on his face and the way his eyes kept flicking down to her cleavage every few seconds. Several behavioral options passed the filters she had in place, and after a few more clock-cycles she settled on one. Instead of letting go of his hand, she tugged it gently towards her. John’s smile changed slightly, and he let her draw it to the middle of the glass table-top between them. She turned her hand so that she could hold his fingers while stroking his knuckles with her thumb. “Thanks for coming.”<br /> <br /> “No way was I going to pass this up,” John said, “Every morning the first thing I do is check my inbox to see if there’re any messages from you. I’ve been dying to meet you.”<br /> <br /> Anika looked down with an embarrassed expression. “Really? I don’t think I’m that interesting.” Internally, she was updating the complex data object that represented John in her synthetic consciousness. As far as she was able to determine from his facial expression, skin temperature, and the heartbeat she felt through his hand, he was being sincere. <br /> <br /> John shrugged. “You’re brilliant, you’re witty, and… you have such a unique way of looking at things. I can’t get enough of you- of it,” he corrected himself, then looked bemused for a split second. “Of you,” he said with greater surety and a slight nod, as though he were just realizing it himself.<br /> <br /> “That’s probably the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me,” Anika responded after performing a high-level search of her long-term memory system that considered sincerity and context as well as pure semantic content. <br /> <br /> The pair stared into each other’s eyes for a moment before the waitress bot stopped beside John. She asked if he wanted anything in a chipper, digitally-tinged voice and regarded him with a fixed, molded-plastic smile. John ordered some iced coffee and handed the waitress his menu. “Thanks,” he said as she headed towards the kitchen with a whirr of servomotors. Anika caught the way his eyes lingered on her smooth rubber backside under the puffy, too-short skirt before turning back to her.<br /> <br /> “She’s just a dumb doll, you know. No need to say please and thank you,” Anika said, tilting her head with a curious expression.<br /> <br /> “I like to be courteous even when I don’t have to; maybe especially when I don’t have to,” he said.<br /> <br /> Anika bit her lower lip before continuing. “You’re sure you don’t mind that I’m…”<br /> <br /> “A robot?” John asked. “I definitely don’t mind.”<br /> <br /> Anika saw the flash of mischief in his smile when he said, “definitely don’t mind,” and correlated it with the way he’d looked at the waitress. She grinned and squeezed his hand tightly, then leaned in and whispered, “you like that I’m a robot, don’t you.” She gave him a dirty look and waggled her eyebrows, “into pounding the plastic, huh?”<br /> <br /> John swallowed heavily and opened his mouth as though he didn’t quite know what to say. “I… yes, I mean, ah… shit,” he said and sagged a bit. “I like you for a lot of other reasons, too.” He looked disgusted, “Shit, that sounded lame even to me.”<br /> <br /> Anika giggled. “I know you like me for other reasons, honey, I only told you a week ago and we’ve been trying to set up this date for a month.”<br /> <br /> “I guess… you really don’t mind?” He asked, “I really don’t want this to come across as some sort of…” his voice dropped, “…creepy fetish thing.”<br /> <br /> Anika put a hand in front of her mouth and looked shocked, “oh no! My boyfriend thinks I’m inherently sexy! What can I do about this terrible predicament?”<br /> <br /> John rolled his eyes, “I know, I know, but it’s creepy to have someone be attracted to you just because you fulfill some weird fantasy, right?”<br /> <br /> “The key word there was ‘just.’ You don’t ‘just’ like me because I’m a fetish object to you. And… that actually makes it really cool to be a fetish object to you.”<br /> <br /> John nodded, paused, then raised his eyebrows. “Wait, boyfriend?” <br /> <br /> “I wondered when you’d catch that. I kind of figured from our conversations that you were on the market. I wasn’t wrong, was I?”<br /> <br /> John shook his head. “Just not used to things moving this fast. You’re just as decisive as I thought.”<br /> <br /> Anika took a sip of her soda. This time she turned the sensory gain down; she was busy simulating and comparing various options for where to take the conversation.<br /> <br /> John looked curiously at her. She caught the expression and after swallowing said, with full awareness of the connotations, “I like the way it feels in my mouth,” then gave him a wicked grin. Through their clasped hands, she felt his heartrate increase.<br /> <br /> The waitress bot arrived and wordlessly dropped off John’s coffee. Anika watched her turn to leave and quietly said, “I’d fuck her.”<br /> <br /> John fumbled a creamer pod and dropped it into his drink, then almost knocked the glass over when he went to fish it out from among the ice-cubes.<br /> <br /> “You know, if she had a pussy or any of the relevant software,” she continued.<br /> <br /> John laughed, “I guess that might be a problem. I love your outfit, by the way.”<br /> <br /> Taking his last statement into account, Anika calculated a high likelihood that, though she’d increased his arousal, she was succeeding in making him much less nervous. “What’s your favorite part?”<br /> <br /> John thought while he mixed the creamer into his coffee. “Tie between the pants and the shoes. I’m a sucker for heels but I like shiny stuff, too.”<br /> <br /> Anika smiled, “Wow, me too. I’ve got some much nicer stuff back at my apartment, not really the kind of thing I’d wear in public. You like latex?”<br /> <br /> “Yeah, I can’t imagine how hot you’d look in it.”<br /> <br /> Anika took another sip of soda while she computed what to say next. Once, for fun, she’d developed an ideal profile for a mate, taking into account hundreds of criteria. John matched it better by an order of magnitude more than any other person she’d ever met. She made an almost imperceptible nod and leaned back in her chair. “Why imagine it? Let’s go back to my place and I’ll show you. It’s not that far away.”<br /> <br /> “I’d love to,” John said. He downed the last of his coffee. “Ready?”<br /> <br /> “Eager, I like that,” she said.<br /> <br /> The pair paid for their drinks and headed down the sidewalk towards Anika’s home. “So,” she asked him after a few minutes of small talk, “tell me what you like about robot girls.”<br /> <br /> “I knew that one was coming,” John said, “I don’t know, it’s complicated. Thinking about what’s inside you… wires and circuit boards and electric motors, that you’re like a…” his face reddened slightly. <br /> <br /> Anika smiled, and leaned close to his ear. She whispered, “Like a little plastic fuckdoll for you to play with?”<br /> <br /> His face went very red and Anika detected a hitch in his step. He carefully read her expression. “Yeah. I…”<br /> <br /> “C’mon, don’t clam up on me now. What?” She punched him in the arm, a little harder than would be considered playful. Though she judged a very low probability of its occurrence, she waited hopefully for him to return it.<br /> <br /> He rubbed his arm and cocked his head at her. “I’m a pretty strong guy, and I always worry about… about hurting the women I’ve slept with if I really let go. My whole life, I’ve needed to be careful, to keep that strength in check.”<br /> <br /> Anika raised an eyebrow. “Oh, you know robots don’t feel pain, so you think you can pound me until I come apart?” She saw him reel from the statement and imposed a tighter constraint on her response-generation algorithm, suppressing some of her smartass tendencies. <br /> <br /> “No, I…” he floundered.<br /> <br /> She stopped walking and turned to face him. While he stammered, she kissed him gently on the lips then whispered, “because I think that would be really fucking hot, actually.”<br /> <br /> He looked utterly shocked and took a moment to catch up after she started walking again. After a long pause he asked, “really?”<br /> <br /> “You do know you’re not the only person in the system with a few kinks, right?” she answered, smirking, and took hold of his hand.<br /> <br /> They walked silently until they reached Anika’s hab block, though she could tell that he was tamping down questions better asked in a more private environment. She evaluated making out with him in the elevator, but since she lived on only the third floor there wouldn’t time to do more than give him an embarrassing erection. She heard him take a deep, relieved breath when he walked through the door behind her, and he took the liberty of closing it behind them. <br /> <br /> “So, it’s just us now,” she said, turning to throw her arms around him. He pulled her into a deep, forceful kiss, his powerful arms bringing her up onto her toes. She finally released the manual holds she’d placed on her sexual systems and they briefly locked up her CPU with the intensity of their responses. Lubricant gushed into her synthetic pussy and she ground her hips against John with enough force that her servos whined audibly. <br /> <br /> Anika calculated that if she gave into her programmed instincts, John would waste his energies against her with manic intensity and be altogether less fun for the remainder of the afternoon. She overrode them and broke away from him with a smile. She watched him battle his own impulses to keep from pulling her back before he closed his eyes and took several ragged breaths. <br /> <br /> “Anika, I’ve never wanted anyone as badly as I want you right now.”<br /> <br /> She gave him a sultry look and reached down to quickly stroke his crotch, “the feeling’s mutual, honey. Why don’t you come back to the bedroom and I’ll slip into something fun?”<br /> <br /> John followed her into a sparsely furnished bedroom and had to tamp down his urges yet again when she casually pulled her top off, revealing a pair of unnaturally large and perky breasts. She turned away from him and unzipped her pants, pulling them down and bending over to reveal her smooth, glistening pussy. After stepping out of the pants and her shoes, Anika went to her closet and took out a pair of long black latex gloves and a matching set of stockings. With the aid of a little silicone lubricant, she started working one of the gloves onto her hand. <br /> <br /> “So,” she said as she pulled it up past her elbow and began smoothing out air bubbles, “you said you like robot girls, but is there anything you ever fantasized about doing to them?”<br /> <br /> John had followed Anika’s lead and had stripped out of his shirt. He looked up from unzipping his pants and asked, “other than the obvious?”<br /> <br /> “Yeah,” she said, and started putting the other glove on. <br /> <br /> A look of concern and even guilt flashed across John’s face. “I guess I’ve always had kind of a thing for rough sex and…”<br /> <br /> “And you were afraid to try it with a human girl?”<br /> <br /> He nodded, swallowing as he watched Anika shine her gloves with more of the lubricant until they’d taken on a mirror-smooth gloss. “Like I said, I hate the idea of hurting someone.”<br /> <br /> “Well you don’t have to worry about that with me. And I like it rough, too,” she said, “really rough.”<br /> <br /> John pulled off his pants, freeing the erection he’d been trying to suppress for the last half hour. Anika’s jaw dropped open at the sight of his rock-hard shaft. “Wow,” she said, squeezing her thighs together.<br /> <br /> Anika sat down on the bed and lubed up her legs to ease the stockings on. “Why don’t you pick out some shoes for me?” she asked and pointed to the closet. <br /> <br /> “Huh, sure,” John said. He walked over and opened the door to reveal a shallow closet packed full of the sort of outré footwear only worn in bedrooms and strip clubs. “Whoa, you were telling the truth when you said you like heels,” he mused, picking up a pair of ridiculous platform pumps. He looked over the collection for a few seconds before pulling out some black ankle-boots of a more reasonable height. <br /> <br /> “Ooh, nice choice,” Anika said as she finished polishing her stockings. John sat on the bed next to her, his erection protruding up from between his legs, and watched as she put on the boots and laced them tightly. When she was done she stood up and walked to the other side of the room, heels clacking loudly on the hardwood floor. She turned and bent her arms at a 90-degree angle and walked stiffly back to him. “I. Am. A. Fuck. Doll.” She said in a harsh monotone. “I. Am. Made. To. Suck. Cock.”<br /> <br /> When she’d come back within arm’s reach, John pulled her down to sit on his lap. He gave her a long kiss, savoring the way his cock glided over the latex stockings. Barely controlling himself, he took hold of one of her breasts and squeezed it harder than he would have dared with a human partner. Anika just moaned and writhed against him.<br /> <br /> Anika took hold of John’s forearm and guided it up until his hand was around her neck. She smiled sweetly and said “squeeze.”<br /> <br /> John did so, tighter and tighter until the plastic structure of Anika’s neck was creaking with stress. He’d completely closed off the flow of coolant to her cranial subsystems, which were beginning to overheat and throw warning messages to her CPU. She overrode the warnings and deactivated all the fail-safes that would shut them off in case of overheating. “Harder,” she begged as she started stroking his cock with her gloved hand.<br /> <br /> John let go, his face clouded with worry, and kissed her apologetically on the cheek. “Won’t you break?” he asked. <br /> <br /> Anika rubbed his head affectionately and stood up. “Sorry, I should have explained better.” She went to another door and opened it, revealing a contraption that almost filled the walk-in closet inside. At the center of it was an enclosed cylinder, big enough to fit a person, with clear windows. Inside, John saw an array of multi-segmented robot arms and what looked like a cushioned surface. To either side were metallic drums that looked like they could be removed, and a screen that was currently dark.<br /> <br /> John’s eyes widened. “That’s an auto-rep unit, isn’t it?” he asked, “it looks like a full-function one. That thing could practically build a copy of you from scratch!”<br /> <br /> Anika nodded and walked back to him. She dropped to her knees in front of him and kissed the inside of his thigh. “When I said I liked it rough, I meant it,” she said. “As long as you put all the pieces in there when we’re done, I’ll be fine. You can do anything you want with me. ''Anything.''”<br /> <br /> John blinked, thinking through the implications. He took Anika’s chin into his hand and turned her thin, feminine face one way, then the other. Letting go of it, he brought his hand back and slapped her on the cheek, just hard enough to turn her head.<br /> <br /> She gave him a fierce look. “Harder.”<br /> <br /> John slapped her again, using more force this time. His teeth were gritted barely restrained desire. <br /> <br /> “I thought I said harder,” Anika said. <br /> <br /> This time she was sent sprawling by the blow. Several of her sub-systems crashed and began their automatic reload cycle. She pushed herself up off the floor, her vision still a confused mass of colored blocks, and found that one of the servos in her neck had been wrenched out of its mounting. She looked up at John, who’d rushed to her side, and grinned. “That’s more like it.”<br /> <br /> Something changed on John’s face in that moment. Anika watched desires and urges that he’d tamped down his whole life come flooding to the surface, and she knew that she’d found her ideal match. <br /> <br /> He bent down, no longer fearful but calm and determined. He grabbed Anika by her purple hair and yanked her up to cock level. As she scrabbled to get her knees under her, he rammed himself into her mouth and down her throat. Several more warnings came into Anika’s CPU as John’s violent thrusting exceeded the safety limits of her rubber throat. There was a plastic crack as he broke one of the restraints that kept it from intruding into the space occupied by the circuit boards for her visual and speech systems. <br /> <br /> “You like that you fucking slut?” John asked. <br /> <br /> Anika gurgled a laugh, her facial servos failing to do more than twitch the corners of her mouth around him.<br /> <br /> John let go and she pulled herself off him with a wet slurping sound. “I love it when you fuck my face like that,” she said, and took his head into her mouth to give him a more traditional blow-job. She stopped after a minute or so, stood and walked the few steps to the bed, then bent over, exposing her tight artificial pussy for him. <br /> <br /> John took the hint; he came over and abruptly pushed himself deep inside Anika, causing her sexual sub-processors to choke on the sudden influx of data. He started fucking her with savage intensity, gripping her around her slender midsection to keep her steady. <br /> <br /> On the bed, Anika moaned, her eyes rolling back unevenly as she struggled to process the incredible intensity of the experience. She pushed herself up and felt John’s hands close around her neck with crushing force. Plastic supports snapped, and servo-rods bent as he began to climax inside her with a roar of animal ecstasy. He’d gripped her so suddenly that coolant had burst its tubing in her head, spraying out over hot circuitry. As he finished his last few thrusts, the pale liquid trickled out of her eyes and nose.<br /> <br /> When he pulled out, followed by a gush of his hot cum, he roughly turned Anika over to lie on the bed surface. “Did you like that?” he asked.<br /> <br /> “I-I-I-I-” she stuttered, unresponsively, her body stiff. She was struggling to process the hundreds of warnings and priority alerts from the crushed and torn components in her neck and head. Her coolant reservoir was rapidly emptying itself into her cranial cavity through the burst tubing, and the sudden temperature change had caused several electronic components to burn out. One of her auditory processing circuit boards had even cracked under the strain. Her main CPU was able to take on those tasks, if less efficiently, but the sudden influx had caused it to hang, temporarily disabling the programmed prioritization of tasks and leading to yet more buildup. Further, she’d disabled all her safeguards, with the result that her processors were starting to overheat. <br /> <br /> From John’s perspective, white liquid was leaking from Anika’s eyes, nose, and ears, and if he listened carefully he could hear crackling and buzzing noises coming from her chest. He was rapidly softening after the release of orgasm and, despite her permission, deep down he still felt a measure of guilt for the damage he’d caused Anika.<br /> <br /> “-I-I-I-I-Ahhhhhh!” Anika came as her remaining processing capacity finally caught up to real-time. She shuddered and jerked on the bed as she intermittently lost control of her motor systems. <br /> <br /> John’s eyes opened wide at the display, and he took a relieved breath when she matter-of-factly sat up and gave him a loopy grin. Her head was leaning slightly to one side, and he could see the shiny metal end of one of the broken servo-mechanisms poking through a small tear in her skin. <br /> <br /> “That was fucking AWESOME!” she said, reaching down into the mess John had made in her pussy to rub her clit. “What are you-you-you gonna do to me n.n.n.next?” <br /> <br /> John swallowed and knelt in front of her. He looked into her eyes. “Anika, are you sure you’re okay?”<br /> <br /> Anika spread her legs farther apart, so she could slip a pair of fingers into her hole. “Ok.k.k.kay? You fu.u.u.u.ucking trashed me-me-me-me!” <br /> <br /> John laughed and rose to sit beside her on the bed. “That was just… just…” he shook his head, unable to find the words.<br /> <br /> “Mm, I lo.o.o.o.ove having your cu-cu-cu-cum inside me,” Anika said, looking down at the sticky fluid seeping out around her fingers. She reached over with her free hand and started jerking John off. Much to his surprise he soon found himself hardening again. “Such a ni-ni-nice, big fucking cock,” Anika complimented. <br /> <br /> John looked over at the thin seams in his partner’s skin and tried to pry at one with his fingernail. “I… I kinda want to see what’s inside you. Can I?”<br /> <br /> Anika giggled. “Sure, bu-bu-bu-but you have to do it yourself. Do it yourself. Do it yourself. Do it yourself.” Her head jerked hard to one side and she momentarily made a strange grimace. After recovering her composure, she stopped playing with herself and got up onto the bed. “I’m like a pre.e.e.e.esent; you have to tear off the paper to ge-ge-get at the fun inside.”<br /> <br /> Gamely, John tried to lever open the seam around the panel on her chest with his thumbnail. “Harrumph,” he concluded after failing.<br /> <br /> “You ever hear the saying, ‘if vi-vi-violence doesn’t solve your problem you’re not using enough of it,’” she teased him.<br /> <br /> “I have, actually,” John said and went to where he’d left his pants. He took a small folding pocketknife from one of the pockets and opened it before returning to sit next to Anika.<br /> <br /> “Mm, and what are you-you-you going to do wi.i.i.i.ith that?” Anika asked. <br /> <br /> John worked the blade into the seam, prying up Anika’s artificial skin until he could see the dark-colored plastic beneath. <br /> <br /> “Oh, that ti.i.i.i.ickles,” Anika joked, grinning. She began stroking John again while he worked, quickly bringing him back to a nearly full erection.<br /> <br /> John pushed the blade of his knife into the seam between Anika’s sub-dermal panels now, and he forcefully levered it open until the latch broke with a loud pinging sound. The panel pulled away easily into his hand, exposing a set of diagnostic ports along the top of the opening and the upper part of a large circuit board whose surface was crowded with boxy processor blocks and other electronic components. John could feel waves of heat coming off it even with his hand several inches away.<br /> <br /> “Tha.a.a.a.at’s my motherboard,” Anika breathed. “My main memory is down here,” she continued, pointing at a spot about halfway to her navel. “Everything that ma-ma-makes me, me.”<br /> <br /> John swallowed, unsure of what to say. Coolant was dripping from Anika’s chin down into the opening, hissing as it boiled off on the overheated circuitry.<br /> <br /> “Do you-you-you-do you want to break me?” Anika asked, staring at him lustfully through a series of worsening head twitches. Her systems were on the ragged edge of continued functionality, and she knew from prior experience that any further stress would send her over the edge. <br /> <br /> John took a deep breath, the corners of his mouth quirking upwards. He collapsed his knife and tossed it to the head of the bed. The damaged servos in Anika’s neck made a whining, buzzing noise as she turned her head to watch its flight with a confused look. <br /> <br /> John took hold of Anika’s waist and lifted her up to a standing position, then turned her around and bent her over. Grabbing her upper arms, he pushed the head of his cock into the tight opening of her ass. <br /> <br /> Anika made a broken, digitized giggle that was cut short by a simulated gasp as John forced himself almost all the way into her rear. One of the components on her motherboard flared with a small white flame and burst of sparks, then burnt down and streamed thin white smoke up past her face. “Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh,” she repeated mindlessly as her eyes rolled back.<br /> <br /> After a few preliminary thrusts, waiting for the orifice to properly lubricate itself, John quickly ramped up to a machine-like pounding, then upped the intensity even further. The various modules of Anika’s already critically unstable cognitive software began to completely diverge under the combined assault of sensation data and error messages. <br /> <br /> What was left of her digital mind managed to process amazement as the violence of John’s thrusts began to derange the precisely assembled mechanisms of Anika’s sexual hardware. Soon, each blow to her backside was accompanied by metallic jangling sounds as parts were knocked loose to rattle around her insides. Lubricant lines were torn, and the fluid leaked out into nearby electric motors and sexual sub-processors with catastrophic results.<br /> <br /> John didn’t waver as the panel on the front of his lover’s pubic mound dropped open, revealing a sparking, crackling mass of shorted circuitry. <br /> <br /> “…Fu.u.u.ucking me to-to-to pieces,“ Anika said from between twisted, unmoving lips. Another component on her motherboard burned out and there were several sparks from other systems inside her chest. <br /> <br /> John came with a surprisingly quiet groan, given the intensity of his orgasm, and gave a few more, gentler thrusts before withdrawing and letting go of Anika’s arms. She stood stiffly and overbalanced, falling back into John’s arms. <br /> <br /> “I li.i.i.ike it rough. Like it rough. Like it rough. Critical Er-er-er-error. System-tem-tem Unstable. Cannot-not-not compensa-sa-sa-sa-sate.” Anika babbled, her voice mangled with digital distortions. <br /> <br /> John turned her back around to face him. “Anika?” he asked, wondering if the woman he’d met was still somewhere in this jumble of short-circuited electronics.<br /> <br /> “Ye-ye-ye-yes?” she responded, looking somewhere over his left shoulder. Half of her face smiled while the other half twitched repeatedly. Something deep inside her chest, out of view, was spitting and buzzing, illuminating the entire inside of the cavity in blue-white light and making a steady stream of smoke.<br /> <br /> “Good,” John said. He reached inside her chest, above the motherboard, to the place where the wiring from the hardware in her chest gathered together before heading up through her neck. He worked his fingers into the mass of multicolored strands, ignoring the painful heat radiating from her motherboard below. Making a fist, he ripped the whole lot out. He winced and pulled his hand clear just as a wild cascade of sparks burst from dozens of places. <br /> <br /> Anika’s head slumped forward, bereft of power and commands, but her body spasmed and jerked frantically for a few seconds before falling back to the bed. There, its motions slowed as the fizzling, popping, and crackling noises died down. The hum of electricity through Anika’s systems came to a fitful halt. <br /> <br /> John sat down next to the defunct gynoid and stroked her face tenderly, still in the afterglow of the most powerful orgasm he’d ever known. He looked up at the auto-rep in its closet and smiled, then gathered Anika up into his arms and carried her to it. He hit the on-button with his elbow and read the instructions on the screen as the repair chamber lifted open with a hiss.<br /> <br /> He hoped it wouldn’t take long to bring her back to him.<br /> <br /> -----<br /> <br /> {{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> [[Stories|&amp;larr; Story Archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:D. 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D.Olivaw https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=First_Date&diff=195869 2025-07-16T14:54:31Z

<p>D.Olivaw: </p> <hr /> <div>Anika smiled gratefully at the grey-skinned waitress-bot and accepted the small soda she’d ordered. As she looked around, she noted that she’d attracted the attention of nearly every man seated outside the café. She devoted a portion of her CPU time to reveling in how perfectly sexy her artificial body was. A slim waist, long legs, and a massive pair of tits might not be the most original way into a man’s heart, but they did the job. Her skintight PVC pants, off-the-shoulder crop-top, and heels didn’t hurt, doing little to disguise those features. <br /> <br /> She took a moment to look around again. Her facial recognition software struggled with the sheer number of faces surrounding her, between the busy café and the sidewalk there must have been nearly sixty people visible, but by the time she’d finished she was sure John wasn’t in the crowd. <br /> <br /> She bent over and took the straw between her full, deep red lips, drawing ice-cold soda out of the old-fashioned glass. She savored the complexity of the sensations the bubbly liquid triggered in the thousands of touch sensors in her mouth; turning up the gain, she lost herself in exploring the endless layers of analog experience until her processors exceeded their thermal tolerance and a system alert brought her back to the outside world. Almost as an afterthought, she swallowed the soda, storing it in an internal fluid reservoir for later disposal.<br /> <br /> “Hi, are you Anika?” A broad-shouldered man asked. With one hand he shielded kind eyes from the glare of the sunstrip running down the colony’s axis. <br /> <br /> Surprised, Anika’s processors spiked back past their redlines as the parallel but interlinked needs to scan the man’s face, answer his question, determine the correct emotional response, and decide what to do next piled up in her CPU. “I-I-I-I-…” she stuttered like a busted sales kiosk.<br /> <br /> “Um, are you okay?” The man asked. His expression shifted from friendly to worried.<br /> <br /> Anika’s higher executive functions kicked in and started killing processes left and right. “…I-I am! Yes!” She looked around and noted a few raised eyebrows. “You’re John, right?” she asked, standing suddenly and reaching out her hand as the result of the facial recognition analysis finally passed to her higher functions for review. With her other hand she brushed away a few strands of pale lavender hair that had fallen over her face. <br /> <br /> John smiled and took her hand into his. He squeezed, but Anika could tell that he was carefully using only a tiny fraction of his strength. She simulated what he could do if he really exerted himself and had to manually cancel the initialization of her sex systems. She licked her lips. “It’s so nice to finally meet you in person,” she said. <br /> <br /> “You, too. Are you sure you’re all right? You were glitching out a little there.” <br /> <br /> Anika smiled. He seemed genuinely worried about her, and the puppy-dog look it brought to his face was irresistible. “Oh, I’m fine. You just surprised me in the middle of a thought; I don’t always switch gears well.” She gestured at the table and sat back down. <br /> <br /> “Sorry,” John said, and sat down across the tiny table from her.<br /> <br /> Anika’s emotional analysis software identified a high probability that he was expressing remorse, and her higher functions connected it with her earlier malfunction. She leaned forward and took his hand in hers. “Oh, honey, I didn’t mind. It’s nothing you have to feel bad about.” She squeezed slightly.<br /> <br /> John squeezed her hand back. “I was worried that the very first thing I’d done was annoy you.” <br /> <br /> “Nah, just silly robot girl stuff. Happens all the time,” Anika said. She noted the signs of physical attraction on his face and the way his eyes kept flicking down to her cleavage every few seconds. Several behavioral options passed the filters she had in place, and after a few more clock-cycles she settled on one. Instead of letting go of his hand, she tugged it gently towards her. John’s smile changed slightly, and he let her draw it to the middle of the glass table-top between them. She turned her hand so that she could hold his fingers while stroking his knuckles with her thumb. “Thanks for coming.”<br /> <br /> “No way was I going to pass this up,” John said, “Every morning the first thing I do is check my inbox to see if there’re any messages from you. I’ve been dying to meet you.”<br /> <br /> Anika looked down with an embarrassed expression. “Really? I don’t think I’m that interesting.” Internally, she was updating the complex data object that represented John in her synthetic consciousness. As far as she was able to determine from his facial expression, skin temperature, and the heartbeat she felt through his hand, he was being sincere. <br /> <br /> John shrugged. “You’re brilliant, you’re witty, and… you have such a unique way of looking at things. I can’t get enough of you- of it,” he corrected himself, then looked bemused for a split second. “Of you,” he said with greater surety and a slight nod, as though he were just realizing it himself.<br /> <br /> “That’s probably the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me,” Anika responded after performing a high-level search of her long-term memory system that considered sincerity and context as well as pure semantic content. <br /> <br /> The pair stared into each other’s eyes for a moment before the waitress bot stopped beside John. She asked if he wanted anything in a chipper, digitally-tinged voice and regarded him with a fixed, molded-plastic smile. John ordered some iced coffee and handed the waitress his menu. “Thanks,” he said as she headed towards the kitchen with a whirr of servomotors. Anika caught the way his eyes lingered on her smooth rubber backside under the puffy, too-short skirt before turning back to her.<br /> <br /> “She’s just a dumb doll, you know. No need to say please and thank you,” Anika said, tilting her head with a curious expression.<br /> <br /> “I like to be courteous even when I don’t have to; maybe especially when I don’t have to,” he said.<br /> <br /> Anika bit her lower lip before continuing. “You’re sure you don’t mind that I’m…”<br /> <br /> “A robot?” John asked. “I definitely don’t mind.”<br /> <br /> Anika saw the flash of mischief in his smile when he said, “definitely don’t mind,” and correlated it with the way he’d looked at the waitress. She grinned and squeezed his hand tightly, then leaned in and whispered, “you like that I’m a robot, don’t you.” She gave him a dirty look and waggled her eyebrows, “into pounding the plastic, huh?”<br /> <br /> John swallowed heavily and opened his mouth as though he didn’t quite know what to say. “I… yes, I mean, ah… shit,” he said and sagged a bit. “I like you for a lot of other reasons, too.” He looked disgusted, “Shit, that sounded lame even to me.”<br /> <br /> Anika giggled. “I know you like me for other reasons, honey, I only told you a week ago and we’ve been trying to set up this date for a month.”<br /> <br /> “I guess… you really don’t mind?” He asked, “I really don’t want this to come across as some sort of…” his voice dropped, “…creepy fetish thing.”<br /> <br /> Anika put a hand in front of her mouth and looked shocked, “oh no! My boyfriend thinks I’m inherently sexy! What can I do about this terrible predicament?”<br /> <br /> John rolled his eyes, “I know, I know, but it’s creepy to have someone be attracted to you just because you fulfill some weird fantasy, right?”<br /> <br /> “The key word there was ‘just.’ You don’t ‘just’ like me because I’m a fetish object to you. And… that actually makes it really cool to be a fetish object to you.”<br /> <br /> John nodded, paused, then raised his eyebrows. “Wait, boyfriend?” <br /> <br /> “I wondered when you’d catch that. I kind of figured from our conversations that you were on the market. I wasn’t wrong, was I?”<br /> <br /> John shook his head. “Just not used to things moving this fast. You’re just as decisive as I thought.”<br /> <br /> Anika took a sip of her soda. This time she turned the sensory gain down; she was busy simulating and comparing various options for where to take the conversation.<br /> <br /> John looked curiously at her. She caught the expression and after swallowing said, with full awareness of the connotations, “I like the way it feels in my mouth,” then gave him a wicked grin. Through their clasped hands, she felt his heartrate increase.<br /> <br /> The waitress bot arrived and wordlessly dropped off John’s coffee. Anika watched her turn to leave and quietly said, “I’d fuck her.”<br /> <br /> John fumbled a creamer pod and dropped it into his drink, then almost knocked the glass over when he went to fish it out from among the ice-cubes.<br /> <br /> “You know, if she had a pussy or any of the relevant software,” she continued.<br /> <br /> John laughed, “I guess that might be a problem. I love your outfit, by the way.”<br /> <br /> Taking his last statement into account, Anika calculated a high likelihood that, though she’d increased his arousal, she was succeeding in making him much less nervous. “What’s your favorite part?”<br /> <br /> John thought while he mixed the creamer into his coffee. “Tie between the pants and the shoes. I’m a sucker for heels but I like shiny stuff, too.”<br /> <br /> Anika smiled, “Wow, me too. I’ve got some much nicer stuff back at my apartment, not really the kind of thing I’d wear in public. You like latex?”<br /> <br /> “Yeah, I can’t imagine how hot you’d look in it.”<br /> <br /> Anika took another sip of soda while she computed what to say next. Once, for fun, she’d developed an ideal profile for a mate, taking into account hundreds of criteria. John matched it better by an order of magnitude more than any other person she’d ever met. She made an almost imperceptible nod and leaned back in her chair. “Why imagine it? Let’s go back to my place and I’ll show you. It’s not that far away.”<br /> <br /> “I’d love to,” John said. He downed the last of his coffee. “Ready?”<br /> <br /> “Eager, I like that,” she said.<br /> <br /> The pair paid for their drinks and headed down the sidewalk towards Anika’s home. “So,” she asked him after a few minutes of small talk, “tell me what you like about robot girls.”<br /> <br /> “I knew that one was coming,” John said, “I don’t know, it’s complicated. Thinking about what’s inside you… wires and circuit boards and electric motors, that you’re like a…” his face reddened slightly. <br /> <br /> Anika smiled, and leaned close to his ear. She whispered, “Like a little plastic fuckdoll for you to play with?”<br /> <br /> His face went very red and Anika detected a hitch in his step. He carefully read her expression. “Yeah. I…”<br /> <br /> “C’mon, don’t clam up on me now. What?” She punched him in the arm, a little harder than would be considered playful. Though she judged a very low probability of its occurrence, she waited hopefully for him to return it.<br /> <br /> He rubbed his arm and cocked his head at her. “I’m a pretty strong guy, and I always worry about… about hurting the women I’ve slept with if I really let go. My whole life, I’ve needed to be careful, to keep that strength in check.”<br /> <br /> Anika raised an eyebrow. “Oh, you know robots don’t feel pain, so you think you can pound me until I come apart?” She saw him reel from the statement and imposed a tighter constraint on her response-generation algorithm, suppressing some of her smartass tendencies. <br /> <br /> “No, I…” he floundered.<br /> <br /> She stopped walking and turned to face him. While he stammered, she kissed him gently on the lips then whispered, “because I think that would be really fucking hot, actually.”<br /> <br /> He looked utterly shocked and took a moment to catch up after she started walking again. After a long pause he asked, “really?”<br /> <br /> “You do know you’re not the only person in the system with a few kinks, right?” she answered, smirking, and took hold of his hand.<br /> <br /> They walked silently until they reached Anika’s hab block, though she could tell that he was tamping down questions better asked in a more private environment. She evaluated making out with him in the elevator, but since she lived on only the third floor there wouldn’t time to do more than give him an embarrassing erection. She heard him take a deep, relieved breath when he walked through the door behind her, and he took the liberty of closing it behind them. <br /> <br /> “So, it’s just us now,” she said, turning to throw her arms around him. He pulled her into a deep, forceful kiss, his powerful arms bringing her up onto her toes. She finally released the manual holds she’d placed on her sexual systems and they briefly locked up her CPU with the intensity of their responses. Lubricant gushed into her synthetic pussy and she ground her hips against John with enough force that her servos whined audibly. <br /> <br /> Anika calculated that if she gave into her programmed instincts, John would waste his energies against her with manic intensity and be altogether less fun for the remainder of the afternoon. She overrode them and broke away from him with a smile. She watched him battle his own impulses to keep from pulling her back before he closed his eyes and took several ragged breaths. <br /> <br /> “Anika, I’ve never wanted anyone as badly as I want you right now.”<br /> <br /> She gave him a sultry look and reached down to quickly stroke his crotch, “the feeling’s mutual, honey. Why don’t you come back to the bedroom and I’ll slip into something fun?”<br /> <br /> John followed her into a sparsely furnished bedroom and had to tamp down his urges yet again when she casually pulled her top off, revealing a pair of unnaturally large and perky breasts. She turned away from him and unzipped her pants, pulling them down and bending over to reveal her smooth, glistening pussy. After stepping out of the pants and her shoes, Anika went to her closet and took out a pair of long black latex gloves and a matching set of stockings. With the aid of a little silicone lubricant, she started working one of the gloves onto her hand. <br /> <br /> “So,” she said as she pulled it up past her elbow and began smoothing out air bubbles, “you said you like robot girls, but is there anything you ever fantasized about doing to them?”<br /> <br /> John had followed Anika’s lead and had stripped out of his shirt. He looked up from unzipping his pants and asked, “other than the obvious?”<br /> <br /> “Yeah,” she said, and started putting the other glove on. <br /> <br /> A look of concern and even guilt flashed across John’s face. “I guess I’ve always had kind of a thing for rough sex and…”<br /> <br /> “And you were afraid to try it with a human girl?”<br /> <br /> He nodded, swallowing as he watched Anika shine her gloves with more of the lubricant until they’d taken on a mirror-smooth gloss. “Like I said, I hate the idea of hurting someone.”<br /> <br /> “Well you don’t have to worry about that with me. And I like it rough, too,” she said, “really rough.”<br /> <br /> John pulled off his pants, freeing the erection he’d been trying to suppress for the last half hour. Anika’s jaw dropped open at the sight of his rock-hard shaft. “Wow,” she said, squeezing her thighs together.<br /> <br /> Anika sat down on the bed and lubed up her legs to ease the stockings on. “Why don’t you pick out some shoes for me?” she asked and pointed to the closet. <br /> <br /> “Huh, sure,” John said. He walked over and opened the door to reveal a shallow closet packed full of the sort of outré footwear only worn in bedrooms and strip clubs. “Whoa, you were telling the truth when you said you like heels,” he mused, picking up a pair of ridiculous platform pumps. He looked over the collection for a few seconds before pulling out some black ankle-boots of a more reasonable height. <br /> <br /> “Ooh, nice choice,” Anika said as she finished polishing her stockings. John sat on the bed next to her, his erection protruding up from between his legs, and watched as she put on the boots and laced them tightly. When she was done she stood up and walked to the other side of the room, heels clacking loudly on the hardwood floor. She turned and bent her arms at a 90-degree angle and walked stiffly back to him. “I. Am. A. Fuck. Doll.” She said in a harsh monotone. “I. Am. Made. To. Suck. Cock.”<br /> <br /> When she’d come back within arm’s reach, John pulled her down to sit on his lap. He gave her a long kiss, savoring the way his cock glided over the latex stockings. Barely controlling himself, he took hold of one of her breasts and squeezed it harder than he would have dared with a human partner. Anika just moaned and writhed against him.<br /> <br /> Anika took hold of John’s forearm and guided it up until his hand was around her neck. She smiled sweetly and said “squeeze.”<br /> <br /> John did so, tighter and tighter until the plastic structure of Anika’s neck was creaking with stress. He’d completely closed off the flow of coolant to her cranial subsystems, which were beginning to overheat and throw warning messages to her CPU. She overrode the warnings and deactivated all the fail-safes that would shut them off in case of overheating. “Harder,” she begged as she started stroking his cock with her gloved hand.<br /> <br /> John let go, his face clouded with worry, and kissed her apologetically on the cheek. “Won’t you break?” he asked. <br /> <br /> Anika rubbed his head affectionately and stood up. “Sorry, I should have explained better.” She went to another door and opened it, revealing a contraption that almost filled the walk-in closet inside. At the center of it was an enclosed cylinder, big enough to fit a person, with clear windows. Inside, John saw an array of multi-segmented robot arms and what looked like a cushioned surface. To either side were metallic drums that looked like they could be removed, and a screen that was currently dark.<br /> <br /> John’s eyes widened. “That’s an auto-rep unit, isn’t it?” he asked, “it looks like a full-function one. That thing could practically build a copy of you from scratch!”<br /> <br /> Anika nodded and walked back to him. She dropped to her knees in front of him and kissed the inside of his thigh. “When I said I liked it rough, I meant it,” she said. “As long as you put all the pieces in there when we’re done, I’ll be fine. You can do anything you want with me. ''Anything.''”<br /> <br /> John blinked, thinking through the implications. He took Anika’s chin into his hand and turned her thin, feminine face one way, then the other. Letting go of it, he brought his hand back and slapped her on the cheek, just hard enough to turn her head.<br /> <br /> She gave him a fierce look. “Harder.”<br /> <br /> John slapped her again, using more force this time. His teeth were gritted barely restrained desire. <br /> <br /> “I thought I said harder,” Anika said. <br /> <br /> This time she was sent sprawling by the blow. Several of her sub-systems crashed and began their automatic reload cycle. She pushed herself up off the floor, her vision still a confused mass of colored blocks, and found that one of the servos in her neck had been wrenched out of its mounting. She looked up at John, who’d rushed to her side, and grinned. “That’s more like it.”<br /> <br /> Something changed on John’s face in that moment. Anika watched desires and urges that he’d tamped down his whole life come flooding to the surface, and she knew that she’d found her ideal match. <br /> <br /> He bent down, no longer fearful but calm and determined. He grabbed Anika by her purple hair and yanked her up to cock level. As she scrabbled to get her knees under her, he rammed himself into her mouth and down her throat. Several more warnings came into Anika’s CPU as John’s violent thrusting exceeded the safety limits of her rubber throat. There was a plastic crack as he broke one of the restraints that kept it from intruding into the space occupied by the circuit boards for her visual and speech systems. <br /> <br /> “You like that you fucking slut?” John asked. <br /> <br /> Anika gurgled a laugh, her facial servos failing to do more than twitch the corners of her mouth around him.<br /> <br /> John let go and she pulled herself off him with a wet slurping sound. “I love it when you fuck my face like that,” she said, and took his head into her mouth to give him a more traditional blow-job. She stopped after a minute or so, stood and walked the few steps to the bed, then bent over, exposing her tight artificial pussy for him. <br /> <br /> John took the hint; he came over and abruptly pushed himself deep inside Anika, causing her sexual sub-processors to choke on the sudden influx of data. He started fucking her with savage intensity, gripping her around her slender midsection to keep her steady. <br /> <br /> On the bed, Anika moaned, her eyes rolling back unevenly as she struggled to process the incredible intensity of the experience. She pushed herself up and felt John’s hands close around her neck with crushing force. Plastic supports snapped, and servo-rods bent as he began to climax inside her with a roar of animal ecstasy. He’d gripped her so suddenly that coolant had burst its tubing in her head, spraying out over hot circuitry. As he finished his last few thrusts, the pale liquid trickled out of her eyes and nose.<br /> <br /> When he pulled out, followed by a gush of his hot cum, he roughly turned Anika over to lie on the bed surface. “Did you like that?” he asked.<br /> <br /> “I-I-I-I-” she stuttered, unresponsively, her body stiff. She was struggling to process the hundreds of warnings and priority alerts from the crushed and torn components in her neck and head. Her coolant reservoir was rapidly emptying itself into her cranial cavity through the burst tubing, and the sudden temperature change had caused several electronic components to burn out. One of her auditory processing circuit boards had even cracked under the strain. Her main CPU was able to take on those tasks, if less efficiently, but the sudden influx had caused it to hang, temporarily disabling the programmed prioritization of tasks and leading to yet more buildup. Further, she’d disabled all her safeguards, with the result that her processors were starting to overheat. <br /> <br /> From John’s perspective, white liquid was leaking from Anika’s eyes, nose, and ears, and if he listened carefully he could hear crackling and buzzing noises coming from her chest. He was rapidly softening after the release of orgasm and, despite her permission, deep down he still felt a measure of guilt for the damage he’d caused Anika.<br /> <br /> “-I-I-I-I-Ahhhhhh!” Anika came as her remaining processing capacity finally caught up to real-time. She shuddered and jerked on the bed as she intermittently lost control of her motor systems. <br /> <br /> John’s eyes opened wide at the display, and he took a relieved breath when she matter-of-factly sat up and gave him a loopy grin. Her head was leaning slightly to one side, and he could see the shiny metal end of one of the broken servo-mechanisms poking through a small tear in her skin. <br /> <br /> “That was fucking AWESOME!” she said, reaching down into the mess John had made in her pussy to rub her clit. “What are you-you-you gonna do to me n.n.n.next?” <br /> <br /> John swallowed and knelt in front of her. He looked into her eyes. “Anika, are you sure you’re okay?”<br /> <br /> Anika spread her legs farther apart, so she could slip a pair of fingers into her hole. “Ok.k.k.kay? You fu.u.u.u.ucking trashed me-me-me-me!” <br /> <br /> John laughed and rose to sit beside her on the bed. “That was just… just…” he shook his head, unable to find the words.<br /> <br /> “Mm, I lo.o.o.o.ove having your cu-cu-cu-cum inside me,” Anika said, looking down at the sticky fluid seeping out around her fingers. She reached over with her free hand and started jerking John off. Much to his surprise he soon found himself hardening again. “Such a ni-ni-nice, big fucking cock,” Anika complimented. <br /> <br /> John looked over at the thin seams in his partner’s skin and tried to pry at one with his fingernail. “I… I kinda want to see what’s inside you. Can I?”<br /> <br /> Anika giggled. “Sure, bu-bu-bu-but you have to do it yourself. Do it yourself. Do it yourself. Do it yourself.” Her head jerked hard to one side and she momentarily made a strange grimace. After recovering her composure, she stopped playing with herself and got up onto the bed. “I’m like a pre.e.e.e.esent; you have to tear off the paper to ge-ge-get at the fun inside.”<br /> <br /> Gamely, John tried to lever open the seam around the panel on her chest with his thumbnail. “Harrumph,” he concluded after failing.<br /> <br /> “You ever hear the saying, ‘if vi-vi-violence doesn’t solve your problem you’re not using enough of it,’” she teased him.<br /> <br /> “I have, actually,” John said and went to where he’d left his pants. He took a small folding pocketknife from one of the pockets and opened it before returning to sit next to Anika.<br /> <br /> “Mm, and what are you-you-you going to do wi.i.i.i.ith that?” Anika asked. <br /> <br /> John worked the blade into the seam, prying up Anika’s artificial skin until he could see the dark-colored plastic beneath. <br /> <br /> “Oh, that ti.i.i.i.ickles,” Anika joked, grinning. She began stroking John again while he worked, quickly bringing him back to a nearly full erection.<br /> <br /> John pushed the blade of his knife into the seam between Anika’s sub-dermal panels now, and he forcefully levered it open until the latch broke with a loud pinging sound. The panel pulled away easily into his hand, exposing a set of diagnostic ports along the top of the opening and the upper part of a large circuit board whose surface was crowded with boxy processor blocks and other electronic components. John could feel waves of heat coming off it even with his hand several inches away.<br /> <br /> “Tha.a.a.a.at’s my motherboard,” Anika breathed. “My main memory is down here,” she continued, pointing at a spot about halfway to her navel. “Everything that ma-ma-makes me, me.”<br /> <br /> John swallowed, unsure of what to say. Coolant was dripping from Anika’s chin down into the opening, hissing as it boiled off on the overheated circuitry.<br /> <br /> “Do you-you-you-do you want to break me?” Anika asked, staring at him lustfully through a series of worsening head twitches. Her systems were on the ragged edge of continued functionality, and she knew from prior experience that any further stress would send her over the edge. <br /> <br /> John took a deep breath, the corners of his mouth quirking upwards. He collapsed his knife and tossed it to the head of the bed. The damaged servos in Anika’s neck made a whining, buzzing noise as she turned her head to watch its flight with a confused look. <br /> <br /> John took hold of Anika’s waist and lifted her up to a standing position, then turned her around and bent her over. Grabbing her upper arms, he pushed the head of his cock into the tight opening of her ass. <br /> <br /> Anika made a broken, digitized giggle that was cut short by a simulated gasp as John forced himself almost all the way into her rear. One of the components on her motherboard flared with a small white flame and burst of sparks, then burnt down and streamed thin white smoke up past her face. “Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh,” she repeated mindlessly as her eyes rolled back.<br /> <br /> After a few preliminary thrusts, waiting for the orifice to properly lubricate itself, John quickly ramped up to a machine-like pounding, then upped the intensity even further. The various modules of Anika’s already critically unstable cognitive software began to completely diverge under the combined assault of sensation data and error messages. <br /> <br /> What was left of her digital mind managed to process amazement as the violence of John’s thrusts began to derange the precisely assembled mechanisms of Anika’s sexual hardware. Soon, each blow to her backside was accompanied by metallic jangling sounds as parts were knocked loose to rattle around her insides. Lubricant lines were torn, and the fluid leaked out into nearby electric motors and sexual sub-processors with catastrophic results.<br /> <br /> John didn’t waver as the panel on the front of his lover’s pubic mound dropped open, revealing a sparking, crackling mass of shorted circuitry. <br /> <br /> “…Fu.u.u.ucking me to-to-to pieces,“ Anika said from between twisted, unmoving lips. Another component on her motherboard burned out and there were several sparks from other systems inside her chest. <br /> <br /> John came with a surprisingly quiet groan, given the intensity of his orgasm, and gave a few more, gentler thrusts before withdrawing and letting go of Anika’s arms. She stood stiffly and overbalanced, falling back into John’s arms. <br /> <br /> “I li.i.i.ike it rough. Like it rough. Like it rough. Critical Er-er-er-error. System-tem-tem Unstable. Cannot-not-not compensa-sa-sa-sa-sate.” Anika babbled, her voice mangled with digital distortions. <br /> <br /> John turned her back around to face him. “Anika?” he asked, wondering if the woman he’d met was still somewhere in this jumble of short-circuited electronics.<br /> <br /> “Ye-ye-ye-yes?” she responded, looking somewhere over his left shoulder. Half of her face smiled while the other half twitched repeatedly. Something deep inside her chest, out of view, was spitting and buzzing, illuminating the entire inside of the cavity in blue-white light and making a steady stream of smoke.<br /> <br /> “Good,” John said. He reached inside her chest, above the motherboard, to the place where the wiring from the hardware in her chest gathered together before heading up through her neck. He worked his fingers into the mass of multicolored strands, ignoring the painful heat radiating from her motherboard below. Making a fist, he ripped the whole lot out. He winced and pulled his hand clear just as a wild cascade of sparks burst from dozens of places. <br /> <br /> Anika’s head slumped forward, bereft of power and commands, but her body spasmed and jerked frantically for a few seconds before falling back to the bed. There, its motions slowed as the fizzling, popping, and crackling noises died down. The hum of electricity through Anika’s systems came to a fitful halt. <br /> <br /> John sat down next to the defunct gynoid and stroked her face tenderly, still in the afterglow of the most powerful orgasm he’d ever known. He looked up at the auto-rep in its closet and smiled, then gathered Anika up into his arms and carried her to it. He hit the on-button with his elbow and read the instructions on the screen as the repair chamber lifted open with a hiss.<br /> <br /> He hoped it wouldn’t take long to bring her back to him.<br /> <br /> -----<br /> <br /> {{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> [[Stories|&amp;larr; Story Archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:D. Olivaw]]<br /> [[Category:Stories]]<br /> [[Category:Built]]<br /> [[Category:Damage]]<br /> [[Category:Sentient]]<br /> [[Category:Malfunction]]<br /> [[Category:Access panel]]<br /> [[Category:Sex]]<br /> [[Category:Latex]]<br /> [[Category:Smoke]]<br /> [[Category:Sparks]]<br /> [[Category:Pyrotechnics]]</div>

D.Olivaw https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=House_Call_(D.Olivaw)&diff=195868 2025-07-16T14:52:22Z

<p>D.Olivaw: </p> <hr /> <div>Lyssa walked out of the side room wearing nothing but a pair of high-heeled sandals. She sashayed over to the couch, the centerpiece of an otherwise Spartan living room, and made a sour face at the female form sprawled across it. <br /> <br /> “You know,” she told Heather’s inert and equally naked body, “this is just what I get for picking an inexperienced playmate.”<br /> <br /> Heather’s eyes continued to stare blankly in wildly different directions, just as they had for the last nine hours, and her face was still locked in lopsided, lip-curled grimace. One of her hands was splayed out to the side while the other was inside her open chest panel, still clenched around a fistful of wires and cables she’d torn free in a fit of ecstasy. The hand and the edge of the access bay were marked with soot and smoke-stains from the fireworks that had resulted. Many of the electronic components visible inside her were bulged or burnt, victims to the chaos she’d inflicted on her systems with that fateful tug.<br /> <br /> Lyssa sighed and tossed her mane of bright red hair, then stared intently at an empty spot on the far wall. John picked up after only a few rings. <br /> <br /> “Hi, this is John. Who’s calling?” <br /> <br /> While to someone standing in the living room Lyssa would have seemed as silent and unmoving as Heather, internally she put on her best happy-voice and said “Hey, John, this is Lyssa. You’ve fixed me up a few times at Meg’s. You wouldn’t happen to make house-calls, would you? I know it’s Saturday but I’d be willing to pay a little extra.”<br /> <br /> There was a pause. Lyssa tapped her toe nervously and the metronome-like sound echoed loudly in her otherwise quiet apartment. <br /> <br /> John sniffed. “Uh, well, it hasn’t come up much to be honest. Let me ask a few questions and we’ll see if it makes sense for me to come out. First off, what seems to be the problem? You’re at least functional enough to be calling me.”<br /> <br /> “Oh, it’s not me. I fixed myself up just fine. It’s my friend, Heather. She’s a different model than me and she’s really fried. I don’t have half the parts I’d need.”<br /> <br /> “Okay, I understand. Around where do you live?<br /> <br /> Lyssa told John which exurb she lived in and he responded that it wasn’t an unreasonable drive; especially given that he’d probably have to stop by his workshop at the club before coming over if Heather was as damaged as Lyssa said.<br /> <br /> “And that brings us to our next point,” he continued, sounding more enthusiastic, “give me the rundown: make, model, and damage.” <br /> <br /> “I checked, she’s a Lazurite 3350-F. She managed to burn out almost everything in her upper-thoracic electronics bay. All the software safeguards were disabled except for the ones protecting her core processors and memory.”<br /> <br /> “Shit! That’s a little… extreme. What, did she take a shower with the panel open or something?” John asked. <br /> <br /> “She just got a little carried away,” Lyssa answered the semi-sarcastic question. “It was her first time.”<br /> <br /> “Okay, okay. Well, 3350s are getting to be fairly common so I’m sure I’ve got everything I’ll need at the club. What’s your address?”<br /> <br /> Externally, Lyssa sighed in relief. Internally, she reeled off her address over the phone line to John. It would have been awkward if she’d had to call in an emergency repair service for Heather or take her to a public rep-shop, and it might have taken a couple of days to get her back in working order if she were stuck in a queue with a bunch of other synthetics. Lyssa had dreaded the possibility of having to figure out where Heather worked in order to call her in as “sick” for Monday, but now she didn’t need to worry about it.<br /> <br /> “I figure I’ll be there in about an hour, maybe a little more depending on traffic. I’ll call you back if I’m going to be much longer,” John said.<br /> <br /> “Great! Thank you so much for coming out on the weekend.”<br /> <br /> “Hey, no problem, I didn’t really have any plans for today and this sounds like it might be a fun project.”<br /> <br /> Lyssa smiled and cocked her head thoughtfully. She thought about how frustrated she’d been since Heather had cut short their evening, and her smile grew into an impish grin. “I think you may be right about that. I’ll see you in an hour, then.”<br /> <br /> “Bye,” John said then hung up. <br /> <br /> Somewhat over an hour later, John arrived outside Lyssa’s front door. He briefly balanced the corner of the box he was carrying on the doorknob to free up a hand and knocked quickly, wincing at the cold wind that blew down the open-ended third-floor breezeway. <br /> <br /> A few seconds later the door opened. He recognized Lyssa immediately from the rich turquoise shade of her eyes, not a common color even among synthetics. John could hardly help but look her up and down for a moment. She was wearing gauzy violet shift that was effectively see-through, and the way it clung around her the flare of her hips and the swell of her breasts accentuated her beauty in a way that was more effective than mere nakedness would have been. After all, he’d seen her naked before on more than one occasion, even if usually in a deactivated state.<br /> <br /> “Come in, silly, it’s cold out there.” Lyssa said. She turned and strutted back into the apartment.<br /> <br /> John followed a few steps behind, turning briefly to shut the door behind him with an elbow. He dropped the box to a lower grip so he could shamelessly enjoy the view of Lyssa’s backside. Given her wardrobe choice it seemed like she’d hardly mind. <br /> <br /> “So, this is Heather, I presume?” John said, nodding in the direction of the lithe blonde on the couch. He set the box on one of the couch cushions and shrugged off the backpack he’d used to hold his toolkits, dropping it gently to the hardwood floor.<br /> <br /> “That’s her,” Lyssa said, “Poor thing just couldn’t contain her excitement.” <br /> <br /> John took a knee on the couch and bent over Heather for a closer look. He gently but firmly pulled her arm back, withdrawing the hand from her chest a few inches so that he could unclench her fingers and free the wiring she’d grabbed. That done, he moved it further out of the way. With each motion John imposed on her, the unpowered actuators in her arm and shoulder whirred with resistance.<br /> <br /> “Well, doesn’t look like there’s any obvious damage to the dermal layer on her hand. That’s good; means she’ll just need a good scrubbing instead of a reskin-job,” John said. He pulled a pen-light from his pocket and looked around inside the now unobstructed electronics bay. “Man, she really did a number on herself though.” He whistled through his teeth. “Gonna have to replace almost everything and do a few tests to make sure the damage didn’t spread to any other systems.”<br /> <br /> “How long do you think it’ll take?” Lyssa asked.<br /> <br /> John stood back up and put the pen-light back in his pocket. He looked off into the distance and bit his lip for a few seconds. “Hm, figure probably around four or five hours at least, assuming there’s no serious damage other than the obvious. Guess I better get started, huh?”<br /> <br /> Lyssa frowned, “Ugh, I was worried it was going to be an all-day affair. I’m sorry, again. Can I get you a drink or something? I’ve got water, orange juice, a couple of different kinds of soda. No food, I’m afraid.”<br /> <br /> John smiled, “Don’t worry; I ate before I got here. If we go too long I can always pop out for some food, or order something for delivery if it’s okay with you.”<br /> <br /> Lyssa gestured widely with her arms, “Feel free, I’m the one who took over your Saturday.”<br /> <br /> “Thanks, and don’t think calling me out here was some sort of terrible imposition. It’s not like I hate my job.” John had unzipped the book bag and was laying out a couple of different-sized plastic tool cases. <br /> <br /> Lyssa raised her eyebrows. “So, you like playing with plastic titties all day long?” <br /> <br /> John fumbled the case he was holding and barely caught it again. Taking a deep breath, he placed it alongside the first few. “Actually, I try to keep the repairs I do as clinical as possible. I wouldn’t want to take advantage of someone.”<br /> <br /> “What about non-sentients? I’m sure you don’t just repair class-IV synthetics.”<br /> <br /> John turned to give Lyssa a wry smile. “Well then that’s someone’s property. A good mechanic wouldn’t take his client’s car for a joyride without permission, right? It’s like that, only more so. Also, why do I get the feeling that you’re baiting me?”<br /> <br /> “Oh,” Lyssa said, putting a hand to her chest with a shocked expression, “I don’t know what you’re talking about… other than that I am, of course.” She grinned at him.<br /> <br /> John laughed. “Okay, I bite.”<br /> <br /> Lyssa came and sat down next to Heather, on the side opposite John and his tools. “I’m just curious. It’s got to be stressful if that’s how you approach it; being around all these perfect, beautiful bodies all day long and not letting yourself have fun with them.”<br /> <br /> “It is, sometimes.” John said. He was methodically disconnecting cables inside of Heather, occasionally looking down to flick through diagrams on a roll-out screen he’d laid across one of her pale thighs. “But don’t worry, I have plenty of fun.”<br /> <br /> “Ah,” Lyssa said. “You’re seeing someone, then?”<br /> <br /> John looked up at her. “Well, um, not at the moment,” he said, and then went back to undoing cables. <br /> <br /> “I’m not distracting you too much, am I? You don’t mind talking while you work?” Lyssa asked.<br /> <br /> “Oh, no, it’s fine; kind of nice, actually.”<br /> <br /> “Good. It seems like we’re going to be here for a while, so why don’t you tell me a little about yourself. How’d you end up as the head repair tech at Meg’s? Where do you come from, originally? Give me your whole life story.” Lyssa drew her legs up onto the couch and put an arm around Heather’s shoulders.<br /> <br /> “You going to write my biography?” John laughed, “I better get a cut of the royalties; probably be able to buy myself a cup of coffee.”<br /> <br /> “Hey, I think you’re interesting. Besides, I’ve got nowhere to be for the rest of the day. Or at least nowhere I’d rather be.”<br /> <br /> Done with the connectors and cables, John unclipped a couple of clasps and slid a circuit board out of its mounting. It was obviously done for, given the scorch marks, so he set it on the floor and went back for the next component to be removed. It was hard to ignore Lyssa’s rather full breasts, the closest of them pressed against Heather’s arm just a little way from where he was working. “Sure, okay. Jeez, where do I begin? I’ve never told anyone my ‘life story’ before; not sure there really is one.” <br /> <br /> “Try the beginning. Where’d you grow up? Did you go to college? See where that takes you.”<br /> <br /> John did just that. As the pile of parts on the floor grew larger, he talked about his youth in the country, about his high-school robotics projects, what he’d thought when he’d first met a synthetic at college. He told Lyssa about how he’d gotten sufficiently interested in the tech of humanoid robotics that he’d changed his concentration at school. He’d gotten out just after a big market crash, though, so jobs were a bit scarce and he hadn’t been impressive enough to pull a position with one of the big firms. He’d made ends meet doing increasingly advanced repair work in a lot of different places.<br /> <br /> By that point in the story he’d removed every part he could through the relatively small access panel, so he unsealed Heather’s synthflesh seams with a high-intensity UV-light then unlocked and removed her thoracic plate, basically the whole front of her chest from collarbone to sternum. He couldn’t keep himself from laughing when, after he gave it to Lyssa, she held it up and gave it a hard shake, causing Heather’s breasts to jiggle wildly.<br /> <br /> “Ah, this is what you meant when you said you had plenty of fun,” she said, doing it again and sending John into another fit of laughter.<br /> <br /> “What would Heather think if she could see you do that?” John managed to get out.<br /> <br /> “Pretty sure she’d think it’s fucking hilarious, actually,” Lyssa responded, and carefully set the plate, breasts down, on one of the couch’s wide arms. She studied its backing for a moment. Emerging from near the middle of the clear, molded-plastic ‘ribcage’ was a thick cable with a broad, multi-pinned connector head for carrying pressure and temperature data back from the innumerable sensors embedded in the plate’s synthflesh exterior. “She’s laid out a little differently than me.”<br /> <br /> “Well, different design,” John said,” You two don’t even have the same manufacturer, after all.” He pulled a series of small circuit cards out of one of a pair of racks on either side of Heather’s opened torso. “Junk, junk, junk, looks okay, junk,” he judged each one, tossing the damaged ones to the pile on the floor while he kept the potentially salvageable component on his lap. The ones on the other side fared better; all but one of them lacked any visible damage. A minute with a tester, however, showed that even the ones that seemed alright had faults of one sort or another.<br /> <br /> “She sure was thorough.” Lyssa said, “Not much left of her, is there?”<br /> <br /> “She got lucky with what she grabbed, or unlucky, I guess. The idea’s usually to draw it out a little, right?” He pursed his lips.<br /> <br /> Lyssa looked surprised for a moment, then curious. “Why do you think we do this?” She pointed at Heather’s ruined internals.<br /> <br /> John flushed slightly. “The… um, well, for reasons still not well understood, there’s an emergent effect where the high volume of disordered data coming into the CPU from multiple hardware faults is interpreted as being… pleasurable by many class IV synthetics.”<br /> <br /> “Wow, you make it sound like we’re robots or something,” Lyssa said disapprovingly. She moved her arms stiffly forward and back and turned her head with an exaggerated wobble at the end. “Beep-boop. Malfunction.”<br /> <br /> John tried to stifle his smile but failed. “Well, am I wrong?”<br /> <br /> There was a click, and a seam appeared around a trapezoidal section of Lyssa’s chest. She reached up and removed the panel to show her own, fully functional electronics complete with a stack of flickering green LED lights to one side. “John, we synthetics, we’re beings of perfect, crystalline order. Everything designed, planned, programmed. A million little parts all working together, just right. When you malfunction, though, it’s like a flood of chaos overwhelming you, and I don’t just mean that there’s a bunch of out-of-context data coming into the low-level analog systems. It’s the feeling of losing that total control, of the design being swept away, of all the backups and auxiliaries and the fail-soft modes going to pieces and nothing being left.” She leaned towards him across Heather’s lap.<br /> <br /> John found that he’d forgotten to breathe. “That sounds terrifying.”<br /> <br /> Lyssa grinned fiercely. “More like exhilarating. And the best part about Meg’s is that I know when I reach that point, and nothing’s left but a burnt-out plastic doll, someone will be there to make me perfect again. Someone I can trust. It’s freeing, and I know I’m not the only one who feels that way.”<br /> <br /> John took another breath and looked deeply into Lyssa’s turquoise eyes. Abruptly, he leaned forwards and kissed her. He felt the cool softness of her lips against his own, felt her hand take hold of his as she pressed into the kiss more firmly. He could hear electricity humming through the systems inside her open panel and he drew in the subtle plastic scent of her skin.<br /> <br /> Lyssa broke the kiss and moved to whisper in John’s ear. “You’re so good at putting me back together, why don’t we see how you are at taking me apart?” At the same time, she pressed the heel of her hand against his crotch, drawing her palm up the bulge of a quickly-growing erection such that she ended with her fingers grasping the pull-tab of his pants’ zipper. She pulled it down sharply then slipped her hand inside and through the fly of his boxers, deftly freeing his cock. <br /> <br /> John pulled Lyssa back into another, more passionate kiss as she began to stroke his shaft. As soon as he resurfaced for air, he cast a dubious look at Heather, still between them on the couch, and asked “do you have a bed?”<br /> <br /> Lyssa gave the head of John’s cock a playful pat and stood up. “Of course, come with me.” <br /> <br /> John hurriedly stripped and followed her to the bedroom, which proved less sparse than the rest of the apartment. There were a couple of bookshelves, a dresser, and nightstands on either side of the queen-sized bed. When he saw Lyssa stop he took a double-step and put his arms around her. She sighed as he squeezed her breasts up against her body, each overfilling one of his hands, and the sigh became a moan when he pinched her nipples firmly between his fingers.<br /> <br /> “Oh, John, I want you to fuck me to pieces,” Lyssa purred as she writhed her firm body against him.<br /> <br /> John bent her over the bed so abruptly that the servos in her midsection whined angrily. Her long hair was cast forward, a fan of saturated red against the cool white sheets, and she groaned with pleasure when he hiked up the back of her shift and plunged himself into the wet warmth of her artificial pussy.<br /> <br /> Lyssa let him fuck her like that for a little while, enjoying the pleasure data that pulsed into her CPU with every one of John’s filling thrusts, with every motion of her erect nipples against the surface of the bed. She savored the partially randomized, algorithmic build of ecstasy that was taking her towards orgasm. But she wanted more than just the perfectly contrived ballet of electrical impulses currently humming through her circuits, so when she determined the moment was right she unimpaled herself from her lover’s cock and pulled up her legs to kneel on the bed. She turned herself round towards him, hair falling messily around her face and shoulders and breasts, and arched her back to accentuate not only her fabulous rack but also the open access panel on her chest.<br /> <br /> John pulled her into a close embrace with one hand on her rear. “You know how earlier you said you were perfect?” he asked in between breaths, “You’re not, you know. You have a design flaw.”<br /> <br /> Lyssa raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And what’s tha-tha-tha-tha-tha-…” she stammered as John yanked a smallish circuit card from amongst a rack of them inside her chest and held it up in front of her. “...that?” she finished after another few repetitions.<br /> <br /> “You’ve gotta be careful, because these can go in backwards,” he said. Flipping the card upside-down in his hand he reinserted it into its slot.<br /> <br /> Lyssa jerked out of John’s grip and fell stiffly back to the bed. Tiny pops and crackles attended the release of a small plume of white smoke as that card, then the ones adjacent to it, began to short out. There was a little fizzle of yellow-orange sparks between them. Error signals and mixed-up data temporarily stalled her CPU and a lustful sigh became a glitched-sounding “O-o-o-o-ooo-o-ooh,” as her systems sought to reroute their functions around the damage. One of her arms waggled back and forth almost like she was twitchily trying to wave the smoke away.<br /> <br /> John grinned and leapt up on the bed. Grabbing hold of Lyssa’s calves, he pulled her towards him and penetrated her again. He paused for a moment, his eyes rolling back at the way her pussy spastically alternated between contracting and loosening, apparently affected by the malfunctions she was experiencing. Resting her ankles on his shoulders, he began thrusting while simultaneously rubbing her clit with the tip of his thumb.<br /> <br /> As the delightful chaos in Lyssa’s CPU subsided, she was hit full-force by an overwhelming backlog of more conventional pleasure-impulses coming from her sexual sub-processors. Her back arched and she cried out, thrashing at the sheets as she trembled at the brink of her orgasm threshold. Seeking the last iota of sensation required to reach that programmed reservoir of ecstasy she pinched her nipples so hard that even through the fabric of the chemise her fingernails left temporary indentations in the delicate synthskin. “Harder!” she demanded.<br /> <br /> John quickened his pace, grabbing hold of both Lyssa’s thighs. He felt his own orgasm rapidly approaching, but he hoped to hold it off and prolong their current bout of lovemaking. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on anything other than the tight synthetic sex that was currently wrapped around his cock, or the flame-haired beauty to which it belonged. <br /> <br /> He was in luck, for after just a little more strenuous fucking Lyssa’s face contorted and she let out a shallow, panting wail that was one the many and varied vocal files that could be triggered when she came. She relaxed back to the bed, allowing John to slip out of her with a wet plop while she continued fondling her breasts, though more gently now.<br /> <br /> John, letting her legs fall to either side of him, reached forward and grabbed her by the lower edge of her open panel. He pulled her up into a long, gentle kiss. <br /> <br /> He felt her lips smile against his and she said, “I hope you don’t think I’m finished with you.”<br /> <br /> “Mm, you can hardly be finished with me if I haven’t finished at all,” John whispered back. He walked back on his knees until he could stand up off the side of the bed. His erection hadn’t appreciably softened and was still pointing out ahead of him, glistening with Lyssa’s juices.<br /> <br /> Lyssa giggled and followed him until she was seated on the edge of the bed. There was a familiar click of panel latches disengaging, and she popped loose a smaller section of synthskin and plastic from just above her mound. “You got my circuits so nice and hot,” she said, running a finger along the surface of the circuit board that dominated inside of the opening. With one smooth motion, she slid off the edge of the bed and dropped to her knees in front of John. “You know, it’s been ages since someone gave my pretty rubber face a good, hard fucking.”<br /> <br /> John exhaled raggedly as Lyssa opened her lips and took his cock deep inside her mouth. She stared up at him with a piercing expression and arched her eyebrows, daring him on. He accepted the challenge, placing his hands on the back of her head and gently pushing himself further inside her. He felt the end of his cock slip past the back of her tongue and into the molded constriction of the throat cavity beyond. Breathing hard, he withdrew almost completely then thrusted slowly back with just a little more force. He felt additional lube gush in around his cock and hazarded a third, harder thrust that brought his head up hard against the narrow section.<br /> <br /> Biting his lip, John shook his head in bewildered amazement at Lyssa, who winked and made an appreciative “Mmm” sound around the obstruction in her mouth. Past that, John saw one of her hands making rapid motions between her legs while the other gripped a corner of her open chest panel. <br /> <br /> Feeling less inhibited, he slammed home with more force on his fourth thrust, pushing a few centimeters further and enjoying the sensation of tightness as Lyssa’s throat stretched to accommodate him. Surrendering himself to the experience, he began slamming his cock down her throat over and over with a sloppy thwuck thwuck thwuck sound, employing ever more strength as the additional lubricant helped him reach deeper. His head tilted back and his teeth clenched as the sensation became overwhelming.<br /> <br /> Lyssa moaned loudly, whether from his exertions or hers or both John didn’t know. He looked down and saw that one of his hands had balled into a fist in her hair, and that, by her expression, Lyssa seemed ready to come if she wasn’t already doing so. The sight of the beautiful synthetic redhead on her knees was enough to push John over the edge and he cried out, a pleasure so intense it was painful radiating from his groin in pulses. He slumped forwards, releasing his grip on Lyssa’s hair and taking his hand from the back of her head.<br /> <br /> Lyssa moaned again, this time definitely coming, and leaned back such that John’s cock slid out of her mouth. She tipped her head forward and a long, thin stream of his cum slipped from between her lips. It spattered wetly atop her breasts, on her knees, and directly into the electronics inside her open panel.<br /> <br /> Lyssa looked up and smirked at John. “Oops,” she said as her delicate circuitry began angrily buzzing and crackling.<br /> <br /> John stepped back as sparks leapt from several spots and a little tongue of flame flared from one component. He covered his mouth as smoke billowed out of Lyssa’s chest. She began to judder and twitch violently as her servos fought each other.<br /> <br /> “You li-li-li-like seeing me-me-me like thi-i-i-i-is?” she stammered, the words badly out of synch with the motions of her mouth. “Aren’t I-I-I-I perfe-fe-fe-fect?” The short-circuiting redhead stood shakily and tried to take a step forward but lost her balance and flopped back to the bed. Her legs bounced up and down in a halting parody of a walking motion.<br /> <br /> John rushed over and opened a window, letting in a steady gust of clean, ice-cold air to thin the acrid smoke. Thinking quickly, he ran to the bed and ripped off Lyssa’s chemise to make sure it wouldn’t catch fire and used it to fan the smoke towards the window. By this point the pops and bangs and crackles from inside his synthetic lover had started to tail off, and her uncoordinated motions had wound down some. <br /> <br /> Lyssa unevenly batted her long lashes at John, her head twitching persistently to the right, and said, “You-you-youzzghr make me-me-me szrhooo fucking-king ho-o-o-o-o-ot, you gzkrrrrr…” the rest of the statement was swallowed in a hash of digitized distortion that her lips hopelessly failed to form themselves around. She managed to seize John’s hand and give him a lopsided smile before a loud string of pops twisted her face into a bizarre sneer and sent a shudder through her body. The quiet humming that attended the normal operation of her systems, which had grown increasingly ragged through her worsening malfunctions, finally ground out with an uneven clatter and left the bedroom silent.<br /> <br /> John shivered in the quickly cooling bedroom, but the stream of hot air from the HVAC vents combined with the open window was doing too good of a job clearing the air for him to want to stop it. Instead, he found the bathroom and took a long, hot shower. He stuck to just water, not wanting to risk the soap that was guaranteed to “keep your synthskin soft and supple!” In passing he noticed that the second bedroom had been set up with some basic repair and diagnostic equipment along with several shelves of spare parts, but he noted it was far from sufficient to make Lyssa operational given her current degree of damage. <br /> <br /> By the time he finished toweling off the bedroom no longer smelled of burnt silicon, so he closed the window and let the temperature come back up to something reasonable. For a while he sat on the bed next to Lyssa, looking into her blank, turquoise-colored eyes and thinking about the events of the last few hours. It struck him that he had liked seeing her malfunction and break down, and that he was certain he’d like to see her do so again and even take a more active part in causing it. Moreover, he’d loved seeing the way she enjoyed their play and knowing that, just like Lyssa had said, as often as she went to pieces he’d be able to make her perfect again.<br /> <br /> After taking advantage of the orange juice in the fridge, John returned to the living room and got back to work on Heather. First off was to finish the interrupted job of removing the damaged parts. That done, he popped the vacuum-wrap on her new components and laid them out neatly. He was fascinated to see that many were from the big new Lagrange-point fabrication centers and noted to the oblivious blonde synthetic, “hey Heather, after this you’ll be part asteroid.” <br /> <br /> Just as he’d predicted, it took about another four hours for John to finish installing all the parts and do system diagnostics. At the end of that time, he took a deep breath, flipped the manual power switch inside Heather’s torso, and waited patiently while she booted up, watching all the time to see if any problems cropped up via the pad-comp he’d plugged into one of her diagnostic ports.<br /> <br /> For once, nothing went awry, and when John looked up from unplugging his diagnostic tools he noted that Heather was staring at him quizzically. “Hi, I’m John. Lyssa invited me over to fix you up after what happened last night,” he said.<br /> <br /> Heather relaxed her posture a little, letting the hand that had been hanging in the air for the last day finally drop to her side. With her chest plate still off, the actuators in her shoulder whined audibly. She looked embarrassed and immediately broke eye contact with John, staring down into her exposed hardware. “Um, thanks John. Is Lyssa still here, by the way?”<br /> <br /> Now it was John’s turn to look embarrassed. “Oh, uh, yes, I guess. She’s in the bedroom. Can I put your chest back on?”<br /> <br /> Heather nodded and watched with interest as he positioned the large section and locked it into place, then sealed up the gaps in her synthskin with the other setting on the light. She found the smaller panel on the arm of the couch and picked it up, then stopped when she realized that Lyssa’s was lying next to it. She gave John a profoundly questioning look and stood up. <br /> <br /> John made an “oh well” gesture with his hands to no one in particular as Heather went and took a look in the bedroom. She came out a few seconds later with her eyes a little wider. She put her hands on her hips and smirked at John. “Now that’s what I call quality service,” she said.<br /> <br /> “Oh, we know each other,” John explained.<br /> <br /> “If you didn’t before you sure do now; I’m pretty sure I know what that was all over Lyssa’s chin. Now, Mr. Break-it, you wouldn’t happen to know where Lyssa put my clothes, do you?”<br /> <br /> John raised his hands in an expression of ignorance and suggested the bedroom closet. <br /> <br /> “Hm, I probably should have thought of that,” Heather responded. “You sure you put everything in the right slot?” She pointed at her chest.<br /> <br /> John sat down on the couch and made a tired sigh. “Pretty sure.”<br /> <br /> Heather went back into the bedroom and came out a few minutes later in a fairly modest set of street clothes. “You’re going to fix Lyssa, right?” she asked as she collected her purse and coat from the rack near the door.<br /> <br /> “Yes, of course. I’m going to need to drop back by my shop to get parts for her model. I figure I’ll do it in a little while when I head out to get dinner.”<br /> <br /> Just before heading out, she paused. “Um, do I owe you anything?” <br /> <br /> “No, Lyssa said she’d take care of it,” John responded.<br /> <br /> “Oh? That’s really nice of her. Hey, when you get her running again tell her I’m totally game if she wants to try a rematch, and that I’ll try not to jump the gun this time. Lyssa’s so awesome.”<br /> <br /> John nodded, and waved as Heather left. Looking at the long bars of light the evening sun cast on the floor through the window-blinds, he nodded again. “Yeah, she really is.”<br /> -----<br /> <br /> {{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> [[Stories|&amp;larr; Story Archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:D. Olivaw]]<br /> [[Category:Stories]]<br /> [[Category:Built]]<br /> [[Category:Malfunction]]<br /> [[Category:Damage]]<br /> [[Category:Multiple Robots]]<br /> [[Category:Sex]]<br /> [[Category:Pyrotechnics]]<br /> [[Category:Repair]]<br /> [[Category:Access panel]]<br /> [[Category:Sentient]]<br /> [[Category:Glitchy Speech]]</div>

D.Olivaw https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Certain_Contradictions&diff=195867 2025-07-16T14:51:01Z

<p>D.Olivaw: </p> <hr /> <div>The sound of the entry chime broke Max’s concentration, and he heard two sets of footsteps echo through the half-open door that separated his workshop from the front reception area. One was a quiet but heavier tread while the other was the sharp, rapid clicking of a lady’s heels. He couldn't see them from here, but guessed a man and a woman. He was quickly proven correct.<br /> <br /> “Sir, ma’am; welcome to Turing Complete Service. How may I help you today?” The feminine voice was almost annoyingly cheerful. Max could see Lily’s perky, birdlike movements in his mind’s eye, the stiff smile below friendly eyes that still had a hint of doll-like glassiness. <br /> <br /> A gruff, hurried voice answered: “I’m Ellis, I called earlier. I’m here to drop Charlotte off.”<br /> <br /> “Oh, Mr. Ellis; It’s so good to finally be able to meet you! Just fill out this form and we’ll take Charlotte here off your hands.”<br /> <br /> Max returned to his prior task as he heard the sound of stylus on tablet. A shapely Femtronics unit in front of him sat nude upon a low bench while he sorted through a mass of connectors and ribbon-cables that sprouted from her neck. The new head he was trying to attach lay on the bench next to her, the mounting points for her neck servos projecting from its bottom. Her chest access panel was open as well, and a few thick data-cables ran from ports among the densely-packed electronics within to a diagnostic computer on a cart. &quot;Cara&quot; was on at the moment, in diagnostic mode, while he used a handheld test-unit to make sure each of the connectors was functional.<br /> <br /> “Do you have her remote?” Lily asked Charlotte's owner.<br /> <br /> “Charlotte’s model doesn’t use a remote. I thought you people were supposed to be experts,” John said angrily. “That’s the whole damned problem! She won’t turn off, not even with the hardware switch. I told you that on the phone.”<br /> <br /> “Please calm down, Mr. Ellis; everything is going to be alright. Have you completed filling out the form?”<br /> <br /> “Yes I… wait a second.” There was the sound of rustling clothing.<br /> <br /> “Sir, please do not interfere in my operation, I am the property of Turing Complete–”<br /> <br /> “I thought I recognized that annoying voice of yours. You’re a kiosk-robot like the ones in the airport; you don’t even have legs! Are there any humans around here I can talk to?” he asked dismissively. Max considered intervening, putting down his tool; no one messed with his girls.<br /> <br /> “All of our staff members are currently occu–”<br /> <br /> “Fine, fine,” he muttered something derogatory under his breath, “am I done here? I have a meeting at 12:30.”<br /> <br /> “One moment, please,” Lily said as she ran the information through her processors. Max had gotten her surplus when they shut down a small airport a few years ago. Now she served as his office computer, secretary, and filing system all rolled into one. <br /> <br /> “Everything is in order, Mr. Ellis. You may go.”<br /> <br /> “Oh, John,” a new voice spoke for the first time, presumably Charlotte, “I hope everything is alright. I wouldn’t want to have to be admitted for any extended period of time.” She enunciated with crystal clarity, her voice high; aristocratic even.<br /> <br /> Max stopped drumming his fingers on the cold steel table and looked up, his brow knitting in confusion. Admitted?<br /> <br /> “I’m sure you’ll be fine, dear. They’re very well rated I’m certain they’ll have you feeling better again in no time.”<br /> <br /> “If you say so,” she responded with some uncertainty. <br /> <br /> The chime rang again as Mr. Ellis exited.<br /> <br /> Max cleared his throat and rubbed a hand across his stubble. “Could you bring our new arrival in, Zoey?” he asked.<br /> <br /> The petite blonde beside him quit idly swinging her legs back and forth under the bench and hopped to her feet. “Sure, baby,” she told him in her default sultry tone and walked out of the room. Max happily watched her well-apportioned bottom swaying within the tight confines of a black leather mini-skirt. Zoey was another of his purchases; he had rebuilt her to be both a companion and an assistant.<br /> <br /> “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a nurse dressed so inappropriately,” he heard Charlotte say as Zoey led her into the workshop, “and this must be the least well appointed clinic I’ve ever heard of.”<br /> <br /> Max gave up on his current task for the time being and turned to greet her. His breath was taken away for a moment and he reflexively smoothed the front of his shirt. Companion units were usually designed to be beautiful, but Charlotte was a gem among gems. She was tall, with fiery red hair that cascaded down around her shoulders. Her figure was slim but undeniably feminine, without the somewhat exaggerated proportions that marked most sex-dolls like Zoey.<br /> <br /> He stared until he noticed her impatiently tapping the toe of one tall, black boot on the floor.<br /> <br /> “Well hello, Charlotte,” he extended a hand.<br /> <br /> “You may call me Mrs. Ellis, doctor. It is a pleasure to meet you and I only hope that you can assist me with my unfortunate illness.” The exquisitely beautiful fembot extended her arm and daintily shook his hand. She wore a pair of elegant, wrist-length black satin gloves against which a gleaming diamond ring was made very visible. <br /> <br /> Max’s confusion was complete.<br /> <br /> “My goodness… will… will she be all right?” Charlotte suddenly asked, looking over his shoulder. Her face was a mask of horrified concern. <br /> <br /> “Huh?” he asked, turning around, and realized that she was looking at the de-headed unit on the bench. “Uh, yes, It was touch and go for a while but I think she’ll be fine. Charlotte, do you know why you’re here?”<br /> <br /> “Well, I’ve been completely unable to sleep for the past week. It’s driving my beloved John and I quite mad.” She placed a hand to her head with convincingly rendered exasperation.<br /> <br /> “I see.” Max deadpanned. This would be annoying even without her high-strung personality presets. He had read about some of the more convincing high-end companion dolls being programmed to act as though they thought themselves human, interpreting contradictory external stimuli in a modified way so as to maintain the integrity of the simulation. Like interpreting a repair bay as a medical clinic and a malfunction as an injury or illness, for instance. He’d never dealt with one in person, though.<br /> <br /> “You’re so hot,” Zoey noted, reaching out to touch one of Charlotte’s breasts through the blue material of her backless dress. <br /> <br /> Charlotte gasped and slapped Zoey firmly across the face. “How dare you! I don’t understand how such an utterly unprofessional nurse could maintain her employment at so highly regarded an establishment.”<br /> <br /> “Mmm, I like it rough,” Zoey responded, “you can slap me anywhere you want.”<br /> <br /> “You… slut!” Charlotte exclaimed.<br /> <br /> “I’m a dirty little who–”<br /> <br /> “That’s enough, ladies,” Max cut her off, “Charlotte, please turn away from me, I need to begin your examination.”<br /> <br /> The blonde sex-bot put her hands on her hips and pouted. Charlotte looked miffed but did as he requested. Pressing twice firmly on either side of where her neck met her back released the catch on her rear access panel. He handed the rectangle of synth-skin covered plastic to Zoey and peered inside.<br /> <br /> Charlotte’s interior was even more tightly packed than that of most dolls, with additional space needed for her state-of-the-art CPU and associated electronics. Her chest cavity was crammed full of circuit-boards and modular components, with the wiring carefully restrained to harnesses that ran between them. He quickly identified her data ports and, after Zoey wheeled over the diagnostic cart, hooked her up. <br /> <br /> “Oh, that feels… strange,” she said as he began a series of software tests. These high-end models didn’t really have a hardware shut-off because such deactivations could cause serious software faults, so if her “beloved John” couldn’t turn her off it was likely due to an issue with her code.<br /> <br /> “Are you sure this is necessary-ry-ry-ry-ry?” Charlotte asked, turning suddenly so that the plugs pulled out of her back. Her systems hung for a moment but she recovered.<br /> <br /> Most units enter a dormant state when running a diagnostic, so Max was surprised by this turn of events. “Fuck, don’t do that!” he angrily told her.<br /> <br /> “Doctor! Such language is very unprofessional. I simply wanted to know what you were up to back there, especially after your nurse attempted to molest me!”<br /> <br /> “Listen, just turn around and stay still until I tell you,” he demanded, and took her shoulders in his hands. <br /> <br /> “Take your hands off me!” she shouted, “I will submit to your medical examination but I refuse to be manhandled by some unshaven troglodyte.”<br /> <br /> “What did you call me!?” Max asked, roughly spinning her back around to face him. She stumbled in her high-heels and grabbed at Zoey to maintain balance.<br /> <br /> Charlotte succeeded in steadying herself but did so by pulling down the front of Zoey’s halter-top. The petite blonde’s round, silicone breasts bounced free, their bright pink areolas standing out against pale, blemishless skin. The faint outlines of seams and access panels were visible.<br /> <br /> “Don’t you love my tits?” Zoey asked, kneading them firmly with her hands. “Do you want to play with them?”<br /> <br /> Charlotte looked with disgust down her long, aquiline nose. She turned to Max, arched her perfectly shaped eyebrows and whispered “Doctor, I don’t mean to alarm you but I think the nurse may be a sex robot!”<br /> <br /> Max blinked several times. He felt his mouth opening and closing as an adequate response repeatedly failed to issue from it, and his fists clenched tightly. He was seriously considering taking a wrench to the confounding simulated woman.<br /> <br /> Before he could do anything ill considered, Zoey stepped in. Her software correctly interpreting his behavior as anger, she attempted to soothe him the only way her programming permitted. Taking him quite by surprise, the perky companion unit took Max’s hand into her own and pressed it against her crotch.<br /> <br /> “Don’t be mad, Max. Why don’t you play with me? I bet that’ll make you feel better.” She inclined her head towards him and smiled alluringly.<br /> <br /> Max looked at the superciliously glaring redhead and back to the artificial rack in front of him, realizing that if his choice was between the expensive satisfaction of violently disassembling his tormentor on the one hand and Zoey’s wiles on the other, it was no choice at all. He took the cooing blonde’s rear in both hands and lifted her up. She happily wrapped her legs around his waist, holding on with one arm while using the other to press his face into her cleavage. Charlotte gasped at the nerve of the display but the two paid her no heed, Max carrying his companion through the door to his back office. He slammed it shut behind him.<br /> <br /> “I can’t imagine his bedside manner has been any better with you, my poor dear,” she told the headless gynoid on the bench, walking closer to hold her inert hand. “Whatever happened to you anyway? Is this your chart?” she asked, leaning down to read the screen of the diagnostic equipment. It was not apparent for several seconds that the hand she had placed upon the device to steady herself had switched the setting from “test” to “boot,” though.<br /> <br /> “So,” Zoey asked Max as soon as their lips separated, “suck, or fuck?” She unzipped his fly with deftly programmed movements while she awaited an answer, slipping his erection out of the slot in his boxers. A small pump whined in her head, inaudible outside, and added a measured quantity of lubricant to her mouth. She spat it into her hand and began slowly stroking him.<br /> <br /> Max, from long experience, knew that combination of his height, Zoey’s, and the desk’s made penetrative sex an annoyance if not an impossibility, and he didn’t feel up to holding her suspended. “Suck me,” he told her.<br /> <br /> “It’s been so long since I’ve had your cock in my mouth,” she mused as she dropped to her knees on the carpet. Max laughed at less than a full day being “so long” but all thought ended when he felt his shaft sliding into the moist warmth between her lips.<br /> <br /> Zoey began gently, sliding up and down the length of Max’s hard penis while massaging his sack with the same rhythm. Soon her motions became faster, more insistent and he was overcome by pleasure as his head slapped wetly against the back of her molded silicone oral cavity. He heard a low sound escape his lips and without conscious thought he placed a hand atop her head. His world shrank to the waves of hot ecstasy radiating from his cock as with each long stroke nearly its length filled her mouth.<br /> <br /> Max built to climax, the sensation cresting higher with each piston-like movement of her head. He could hear the straining servos in her neck even through the thick foam-rubber padding installed to insulate their sound. There was a loud crash from the workshop. With a slurping “pop” noise Max pulled out of Zoey’s mouth; half turning to the sound that had startled him just as the soft pressure of her hand on his balls brought him to orgasm. His back arched and he grunted deeply as all the tension of the day exited through the tip of his glistening cock. It spattered wetly along the soft curve of Zoey’s cheek and ran down to the line of her jaw.<br /> <br /> Max steadied himself on her shoulder, confused and drained, as aftershocks of pleasure echoed around his nervous system. The kneeling pleasure-doll in front of him stood up, a self-satisfied expression on her face. “Did you like that?” she asked.<br /> <br /> Max nodded, shaking his head as he tucked his rapidly softening penis back into his pants and zipped them up. Zoey’s behavioral analysis software characterized his responses as indicating a high degree of satisfaction and did not suggest any changes to her repertoire of oral sex behavior modules.<br /> <br /> “What was that noise?” Max asked, unable to raise bring any irritation to his voice after such an experience. He opened the door and sighed unhappily. <br /> <br /> “Doctor, help!” Charlotte yelled as she stepped out of the path of her headless assailant. The femtronics unit walked past, heedless of her presence, and stopped only when it ran into a shelving unit. Tools scattered everywhere as the Femtronics droid rebounded and changed directions seemingly at random, a pair of needle-nose pliers landing inside her open panel. “She’s gone mad, and I’m certain all this walking about won’t help her condition!”<br /> <br /> Max started to respond but was startled into silence by the angry popping noise that accompanied a puff of smoke rising from the amok doll’s open chest panel. She swayed drunkenly, spinning to the left, and set off again. With her first step, though, there was another loud pop and the scent of shorted electronics grew stronger.<br /> <br /> He ran over and took hold of her, reaching inside the panel for her shut-off, but pulled his hand back when a flash of sparks threatened to burn him. With a sputtering, crackling noise the headless sex robot slumped into his arms and powered down. <br /> <br /> He groaned unhappily as he carried her back to the table, finally identifying the source of the crash that had interrupted his alone-time with Zoey. The brand new head-unit lay on the concrete, split into two halves by its fall from the bench. Components had spilled across the floor, with those remaining attached to one of the halves mostly bent or torn free of their connectors. <br /> <br /> “What did you do!?” he demanded of Charlotte. <br /> <br /> She looked outraged. “How dare you! I was merely trying to comfort a fellow patient. I did nothing to induce that unfortunate episode. I think it quite reasonable to conclude that the incompetence of your nurse was likely responsible,” she spat the last phrase at Zoey with narrowed eyes.<br /> <br /> Max was done with her. “You are a robot!” he shouted. “This is a repair shop, not a hospital, and I am not a doctor!”<br /> <br /> She blinked rapidly for several seconds. “Doctor I have no idea what recreational chemicals you may or may not be using, but you are quite obviously–” her diatribe ended in a cry when Max stepped forward, grabbed her by one arm, and angrily punched the release for chest panel. He pulled it out, tossing it onto a bench, and seized Charlotte’s hand. He pushed the hand inside the opening, pressing it against the electronics inside. <br /> <br /> “Still so sure?” he asked, quite uncaring for the effects this might have on her. Charlotte’s brows knit as she touched her mechanisms, taking a wire between her fingers here, brushing the surface of a circuit board there.<br /> <br /> “I’m a robot,” she said quietly. “But that’s not possible. I’m a human woman. I’m Charlotte Ellis, not some plastic sex-toy. I’m a real–” Her head twitched sharply to the side. “–robot. Real woman. A robot.”<br /> <br /> “Um, Charlotte,” Max said, starting to worry. Her head twitched again, and the quiet humming and whirring usually audible from and opened-up gynoid was growing louder than it should have been.<br /> <br /> She looked at him angrily, hands clenching angrily by her sides. “I’m not a motorized fuck-doll!” she insisted, “I’m a person with emotions and thoughts, not programming.” She looked down into her exposed hardware again. “I am a robot.” She twitched again. “I am a real woman.” Twitch. “I am a sex-toy.” Twitch. “I love John. He has a handsome cock. I love being his plaything. Sex-toy. Motorized fuck-doll.” The sound inside of her had become ragged and unsteady.<br /> <br /> Max thought to turn her off then remembered why she was here. “It’s okay, Charlotte, just calm down,” he put his hands out in a supplicating gesture. “You’re a beautiful, real woman, Charlotte.” His mind raced, trying to come up with a solution. <br /> <br /> “Doctor, I think something is very wrong with me,” she told him, blinking confusedly. “I feel very hot inside. So hot. John thinks I’m hot. He says I’m perfect. The best woman money can buy. Can buy. Can buy-buy-buy-buy.” Something among the mass of circuitry in her chest buzzed angrily for a moment. “I’m a beautiful, real fuck-doll. I have programming, not emotions and thoughts.”<br /> <br /> “Shit, shit shit,” John said to himself. He pressed his hands against his temples almost as though he could squeeze the solution out of himself.<br /> <br /> “You are hot,” he heard Zoey affirm. She had edged closer to Charlotte and took the confused red-headed doll’s hands into her own. With a languorous sigh she kissed Charlotte deeply. Max recognized her threesome-oriented software at work and was going to say something but noticed that Charlotte’s systems weren’t sounding nearly as ragged as they had been a few moments before.<br /> <br /> “Oh John, you know I love playing with girls, too,” she moaned as Zoey’s hand slid under the blue dress and began to stimulate her. Charlotte began kissing Zoey along her chin and neck, seeming not to notice the mess Max had made on her face earlier.<br /> <br /> True to her programming, Zoey maneuvered Charlotte back against one of the benches and into a sitting position. Not content to remain passive, Charlotte cheekily slipped a pair of fingers inside her blonde playmate’s pussy. Despite the intensity of his earlier climax, Max felt himself harden at the sight of the two gorgeous synthetic women pleasuring each other.<br /> <br /> “Max loves fucking me with my panels off, he gets off on seeing my systems,” Zoey noted, looking at Charlotte’s chest. <br /> <br /> Charlotte followed her gaze down and her eyes widened, “nurse? What are you…? What is this!?” she demanded. The buzzing sound returned and she stiffened suddenly, her luxurious hair tossed to one side as she jerked her head. “I am not a whore!” she insisted, “I am a faithful plastic sex-toy!” she responded with surprise to her own statement, seemingly befuddled. <br /> <br /> Zoey undid Charlotte’s bra and slipped her breasts out of the dress. “You’ve got such nice tits, Charlotte.” She began to massage them, casting an inviting look at Max across the room.<br /> <br /> “Of course they’re real,” Charlotte answered no one, “real. Plastic. Tits. I… real.” There was a sharp crackle and a faint wisp of smoke emerged from within her torso.<br /> <br /> Desperate to distract her from her existential crisis and certainly not discouraged by the circumstances, Max dropped his pants and roughly spread her legs, feeling the realistic padding of the inside of her thighs as he plunged his cock inside her wet hole. <br /> <br /> “Oh, doctor!” she exclaimed as he started to thrust, “you’re so-o-o… doctor?” She looked outraged, “What are you doing? Get off of me!”<br /> <br /> Max rolled his eyes in frustration and pulled out. Just as artificial woman was getting ready to upbraid him again, he turned her around with his powerful arms and pushed her over the bench. <br /> <br /> “I demand you stop this imme-me-me-me-” she went stiff in his arms as he penetrated her from behind. “Oh, yes!” she exclaimed, recovering. “Fuck me like you own me!” <br /> <br /> Trying to keep from being distracted by Zoey playing with herself on the bench beside Charlotte, Max attempted to implement the solution he had determined presented the best chance of preventing a total meltdown. Reaching inside her back, he pulled loose the heavy gray connector that fed power from her thigh battery backs to her systems. She shuddered for a moment before continuing to moan happily, and he repeated the procedure for another set of batteries, then another. <br /> <br /> Unable to control himself, he thrusted harder. Charlotte’s body rocked in time his motions. Her luxury-class synthetic pussy tightened around him and, just when he thought he could deal with that, it began vibrating. His hand around the second-to-last connector, he came and every muscle in his body tensed. Instead of being gently unplugged the wire was torn loose and when Charlotte arched her back in simulated orgasm the end was jammed in among her delicate circuitry. <br /> <br /> Max’s hand lit up with the throb of electricity and he pulled it back, falling to his rear as Charlotte stood up stiffly. There was an intermittent fizzling and popping noise from her back as she turned around to face him with short, precise movements. <br /> <br /> “Hello, doc–” her face twisted into a strange expression as a loud “snap” punctuated the crackling. Her eyes swiveled wildly in independent directions before returning to him. “I think there’s something the matter with me.” <br /> <br /> Max scrambled to his feet, moving to one side as Charlotte took a step then halted. “With me. With me. I’m a fuck-doll.” <br /> <br /> “Me too,” Zoey said proudly as she returned to her feet. Before she could react, Charlotte had seized her into a close embrace, the short-circuiting gynoid kissing her passionately. Max stepped forwards while she was occupied, trying to pull the last few power cables. He managed one, leaving only the last connector before she moved again.<br /> <br /> “Nurse,” Charlotte said suddenly, “this behavior is entirely unprofessional. I’m afraid I shall have to le-e-e-e-e-e-e–” She spun in place, the short segment of her speech digitally repeating until it ended with a sudden crackle from within her failing machinery. A flash of sparks illuminated her interior as she started to walk out of the room. She wasn’t at all discouraged by the door being closed, instead bouncing off of it and attempting to continue.<br /> <br /> “I’m feeling very sleepy, I think I’ll lie down heeerrrrrre,” Charlotte slurred to a halt, her voice dropping in pitch. She turned and fell forward into Max’s arms as a burst of sparks erupted from her back, the damaged mechanisms inside giving their final gasp before breaking down completely.<br /> <br /> Max lowered the smoking sex-bot to the floor before going to the cabinet in his office and pouring himself a double of bourbon. He had some thinking to do.<br /> -----<br /> <br /> <br /> {{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> [[Stories|&amp;larr; Story Archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:D. Olivaw]]<br /> [[Category:Stories]]<br /> [[Category:Built]]<br /> [[Category:Non-sentient]]<br /> [[Category:Sex]]<br /> [[Category:Sexbot]]<br /> [[Category:Damage]]<br /> [[Category:Malfunction]]<br /> [[Category:Shut-down]]<br /> [[Category:Sleeper]]<br /> [[Category:Disassembly]]<br /> [[Category:Repair]]</div>

D.Olivaw https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Of_Rent_and_Robots&diff=195866 2025-07-16T14:49:13Z

<p>D.Olivaw: </p> <hr /> <div>“Crap,” Ethan said to the reflection in the mirror as he cinched up his tie. “Great day to forget I have an early meeting.” A pair of feminine arms encircled him as he was straightening it out and he made an exasperated sigh. “Not today, Riley; I’ll be late if I don’t head out now.”<br /> <br /> “But it’s only 7:00, are you sure you don’t have time for some fun?” As she said the last word her hands dipped down below his waist.<br /> <br /> “No, babe, not today. I’ll be back at the normal time tonight.” Ethan turned around and took her slim, nude figure in his hands. They shared a lingering goodbye kiss before he grabbed his suitcase and headed out. <br /> <br /> Once he was gone, Riley stared blankly at the door for nearly 15 minutes before her task list for the day kicked in. A few strands of golden-blonde hair fell before her face as she swiftly turned and walked back to the bedroom to get dressed.<br /> <br /> She started with some blue lace panties before bending over to pull on a pair of socks. She was just reaching around to clasp her bra when the phone rang. This overrode her other priorities, so the mostly-undressed blonde strode back out to the living room and picked it up.<br /> <br /> “This is the Davis residence, may I ask who’s ca–”<br /> <br /> “It’s me, Ethan.”<br /> <br /> “Hi, Ethan,” she replied. She put a hand to her hip and cocked her head, smiling. “Did you want me to talk dir– “<br /> <br /> “Not now, I need you to do something.” He sounded harried.<br /> <br /> Riley straightened up and her facial expression returned to neutral. “What is it, honey?”<br /> <br /> “The rent is due today and I completely forgot to take it to the leasing office. The check is on my desk; it’s the only thing on there so it should be easy to spot. Do you see it?”<br /> <br /> She walked over to Ethan’s desk, replying in the affirmative.<br /> <br /> “Okay, do you remember where the leasing office is? Do you know how to get there?”<br /> <br /> Riley paused for a moment before responding “Yes, I can do that.”<br /> <br /> “When you get to the leasing office, it goes in the slot to the left of the two big doors. The slot is labeled “Rent.” Can you repeat back to me what you’re supposed to do?”<br /> <br /> “I’m supposed to take the rent check to the leasing office and insert it in the slot to the left of the two large doors.”<br /> <br /> “That’s it, perfect. Now go do it as soon as I hang up, alright?” The note of nervous strain in his voice was bleeding away now.<br /> <br /> “I’ll do anything for you, love,” she told him.<br /> <br /> “I’ll see you tonight, Riley.” The phone clicked as he hung up. <br /> <br /> Riley turned off the phone and placed it on the desk then, true to her word, picked up the check and strode out the front door. Turning, she headed down a flight of stairs to the sidewalk. Her generous breasts showcased their realistic bounce with each step, dislodging the unfastened bra so that it fell to her elbows. Blemishless skin was illuminated by the bright morning sun and a faint breeze tousled shoulder-length blond locks as she nonchalantly strolled down the sidewalk past low apartment buildings.<br /> <br /> Thankfully it was still early and only a few groggy-eyed individuals started their commute with a view of Riley’s precision-engineered curves. The exception to this was Noah Young, who was doing a few quick stretches on the lawn in front of his apartment in preparation for a morning jog when he spotted her approaching. He stared in profound confusion until she, ignoring him completely, was almost on top of him. <br /> <br /> “Whoa! Hey! Ma’am?” he said, putting himself in her path. “Are you… all right?”<br /> <br /> “Hello,” she responded, looking at him confusedly, “I’m a little warm, but within operating limits. Please excuse me.” The companion unit tried to step around him, but he stayed in front of her. <br /> <br /> “You know you’re, uh, naked, right?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.<br /> <br /> “I am not,” she said, looking down at herself, “I am wearing panties and socks.”<br /> <br /> Noah started laughing, “are you sure you’re okay, lady? Do you want some water?”<br /> <br /> “I told you I’m fine. I need to take this check to the leasing office right away,” she explained. Noah noticed the paper rectangle in her hand for the first time. Of course, he had the excuse of a very formidable distraction. A pair of them, really.<br /> <br /> Riley started to push around him again, and he put an arm out to block her. “Listen, you’re going to get arrested for indecent exposure like that. Why don’t you go back to your apartment and finish getting dressed.”<br /> <br /> “I have to take this check to the leasing office now,” she said calmly and tried to go around his right. He took her by the shoulders, trying to be as ginger as possible and maintain a lawsuit-safe distance between his body and hers. Nevertheless as her breasts wobbled back and forth in front of him he felt the unmistakable pressure of an erection tenting out his running shorts.<br /> <br /> “Hey, c’mon, let me just get you a glass of water, maybe if you cool off a bit you’ll get your head back on straight.”<br /> <br /> “I don’t need water; I need to get to the leasing office. Please let me go,” Riley said, attempting to push him out of the way. Instead, Noah lost his footing and they both went over together onto the grass.<br /> <br /> “Dammit! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to–” Noah was cut off by an urgent moan escaping from between Riley’s parted lips. It was at this point that he realized he had fallen atop her in perhaps the most lawsuit-worthy position possible. He was between her legs, his face nearly buried in her cleavage.<br /> <br /> Noah began to scramble up, but felt Riley’s legs wrapped around him, pressing his erection directly against her crotch. Her hands reached around his back and she began to rhythmically press herself against him.<br /> <br /> “I need you inside me,” she purred in between kissing his neck and jawline. Her sexual arousal subroutines, by design going to the top of her queue, had bypassed Ethan’s earlier instruction completely. The only problem was that the only user with the authorization to use her wasn’t currently available.<br /> <br /> “Oh god, this is crazy!” Noah told himself. “Let’s at least go inside; someone will see.” He got up and tried to help Riley to her feet but was stopped by the odd look she was giving him.<br /> <br /> “Where’s Ethan?” she asked, seeing his face for the first time since she had been stimulated. She sat up on the well manicured grass and took his hand.<br /> <br /> “My name’s Noah, not Ethan,” her painfully aroused companion stated. He helped her up. “Quick, we need to get into my apartment before someone sees you!”<br /> <br /> Riley bit her lip theatrically, using her free hand to rub her clitoris in small, fast circles. “I need Ethan’s cock so bad, where is he?” <br /> <br /> “Listen, I don’t know who this Ethan is but I’m right here and I’m ready to go! You don’t just get a guy started like that and then ask for some other dude!” He tried to kiss her but she turned away. “Ugh, fine you crazy bitch. I’m done with you!” He shouted, and went angrily back into his apartment.<br /> <br /> The aroused sex-droid practically didn’t notice, looking around for her missing paramour. “Oh Ethan, I need to be fucked so hard, baby.” She continued to rub her simulated clit while the other hand was busied kneading one of her breasts. The check, meanwhile, was stuck in a small bush next to the walkway.<br /> <br /> After a minute or so, Riley’s sexual software timed out waiting for someone with the right authorizations and she abruptly stopped playing with herself. Retrieving the check with lube-slicked fingers, she continued down the sidewalk toward the leasing office. Her bra was now hanging from only one elbow, with the end of the strap dragging on the pavement.<br /> <br /> The sidewalk ended just before the road she was following crossed a narrow causeway between two of the complex’s artificial lakes. Riley was about to step onto the road surface when a car drove past only a few feet away, blaring its horn at the unusual sight of a nearly-naked woman walking around in broad daylight. Her pathfinding software chugged for a few seconds before she decisively stepped to the outside of the guardrail, onto the grassy slope that made up one of the causeway’s embankments.<br /> <br /> The grass was newly mown, so Riley started to run into trouble after a little while. She slipped a few times but neatly recovered, her arms swinging out balletically to maintain balance on the wet clippings. She was more than halfway there when she stepped in a muddy patch concealed by grass-clippings, and the balletic arm movements ended in a wet splat as her feet slipped out from under her.<br /> <br /> Unable to compensate, she slid and rolled down the embankment and splashed into the reed-choked water at the lake’s edge. Pushing herself to a sitting position, water streamed out of Riley’s nose and mouth. She brushed soaked strands of hair out of her eyes and began trying to stand up in the heavy mud that was splattered over much of her body. The first attempt ended in failure as she landed on her rear in the foot-deep water again. On the second try she tried kneeling first, which gave better results.<br /> <br /> The fembot tried walking out but quickly fell again, and so resorted to crawling the ten or so feet on her hands and knees. Finally she was standing on the grass again. The check was a muddy, soaked mess clutched in one hand, but Riley could discern nothing wrong. She also failed to notice a deep gash in the synth-skin below her left buttock where there were no touch-sensor pads. Water dribbled out of the opening and as she walked the metallic servomechanisms in her leg became visible through the mud packed inside.<br /> <br /> She continued on the flat area near the shore until she came to a set of stairs. These led up the hill to the leasing office perched at the end of the causeway. Dripping lake-water and mud, she ascended to where the sidewalk began again and proceeded unmolested, other than confused stares from a few apartment windows, to the two main doors of the leasing office. She looked to the left and there, sure enough, was a slot labeled “RENT.” She opened the small box, deposited a clump of muddy paper-pulp, and started walking home.<br /> <br /> This time she took the smart way, descending the staircase and walking along the water’s edge until she was across and then ascending the relatively gentler slope on the other side. As she climbed that slope, though, some of the electronics in her damaged leg gave out suddenly as the water finally reached them. But the leg didn’t simply fail, it flailed wildly for a few seconds as contradictory control signals reached the powerful actuators inside. Riley fell backwards, her leg angrily slamming down heel first into the ground at a slowly decreasing pace until it finally rested motionless.<br /> <br /> Undaunted, she sat up on the grass and examined the limb for external signs of damage. Her self-diagnostic software had its answer when she slid all the fingers of one hand inside the hole in the back of her leg. Unfortunately its answer was “contact a certified repair service.” <br /> <br /> She looked around, but Ethan wasn’t present. By this point people were streaming along the roads on their way to work but she was in a hollow just out of sight, while from the opposite side of the lake she would look like little more than someone enjoying the fine weather. She tried standing up again, but the leg fizzled once and then became completely immobile. The only option her software left her was to wait for the arrival of her owner.<br /> <br /> The fine weather didn’t stay as fine as it had started. The day’s temperatures climbed into the high 90s, well above her rated limit. Even idling she started to have trouble keeping her CPU cool. System errors multiplied until, around 2 in the afternoon, the temperatures reached a critical level and she automatically shut down for a set cool-off period of five minutes.<br /> <br /> When Riley’s systems came back online there was a familiar face standing over her. “Jeez, lady, I just can’t get rid of you,” Noah mused as he knelt down besides her. “Are you hurt, do I need to call an ambulance?” That had been his first instinct upon seeing the filthy woman lying on the ground, but with this one who could tell; maybe she just liked solo mudwrestling.<br /> <br /> “Hello. My leg doesn’t work anymore. I need to get to Ethan so he can call a repair service.” Riley rolled to one side, exposing the damage to the underside of her thigh. <br /> <br /> “Holy shi– wait a second,” he interrupted himself as he looked closer at what had first appeared to be a horrendous wound. He poked his fingers inside, running them along a bundle of wires. “You’re a sex-doll aren’t you?”<br /> <br /> “I’m a FemTech Z550. My name’s Riley-ley-ley-ley-ley…” she stuttered as her CPU hung up in the heat.<br /> <br /> Noah shook her gently but she was stiff in his arms for a few seconds more before she looked up at him again, her face confused. “I’m overheating, Noah. I need to get back home but I can’t walk.”<br /> <br /> “You remembered my name?” he asked. <br /> <br /> “Yes. I don’t forget things, silly, I’m a compu-pu-pu-pu-pu-puuuuu” Riley slumped over into Noah’s arms as she shut down again.<br /> <br /> When she reactivated he was hauling her up the hill by her arms, his face red and covered in sweat. “Oh good, you can help now,” he told her, “I didn’t expect to be hauling some robot girl up a hill on my day off. Where do you live?” <br /> <br /> “4476 Acorn Hill Road, Apartment 23” she answered. <br /> <br /> With Noah’s shoulder to lean on, Riley got to her feet and was able to hobble up the hill. With the work-day in full swing, the complex was fairly deserted so he wasn’t too afraid he’d be answering a police officer’s questions about why he was dragging around an injured woman. Noah’s apartment was closer, only about 5 minutes away, so he figured he could take her there first to cool off before going to her apartment. She shut down again almost at the door of his apartment, and he could detect a worryingly acrid smell from the artificial woman.<br /> <br /> He had rarely been more relieved than when he lowered Riley onto a chair in his bathroom. He wetted a towel and got to work wiping the mud and grime from her body. She had lost her socks in the mud and the panties were a complete loss, so he removed them and cleaned under them as best he could, taking care to avoid the soft folds of her sex.<br /> <br /> Stupid, Noah thought to himself; she’s just a robot. But he couldn’t deny that he was very concerned that Riley should come out of this all right. He cleaned her blankly staring face with care, noting the slight difference in translucence that gave her skin away as synthetic. His fingers brushed her lips and he felt how soft they were; softer than the lips of most real women. <br /> <br /> Not really thinking, he leaned in and kissed them gently. They were still warm from the sun, even though the rest of her had started to cool. He pulled back suddenly as, with a low hum, she reactivated. She remained still for a minute or so, then blinked and looked up at Noah.<br /> <br /> “It’s much cooler here, but it isn’t home.”<br /> <br /> “Yeah, I’ve got the AC on full blast. I took you to my apartment to cool off, since it was on the way,” he explained.<br /> <br /> “I’m clean now,” she noted, looking down at herself. <br /> <br /> “I, um, cleaned you off,” Noah admitted, setting the towel down on the edge of the bath. “How are you, by the way? Other than the leg.”<br /> <br /> “My startup quick-diagnostic shows…” her head twitched to the right. “Shows… shows…” She stopped speaking and smiled at him. <br /> <br /> “Riley, you were saying something about your diagnostic?” Noah asked worriedly.<br /> <br /> “I was? I don’t remember that,” she replied looking quizzical.<br /> <br /> “Weren’t you the one that told me computers don’t forget things,” he said, laughing nervously.<br /> <br /> “Only broken computers forget things,” she matter-of-factly stated. Noah stopped laughing. <br /> <br /> “I should go back to Ethan’s apartment now, Noah. I have to be-be-be-be-be-” Riley’s face screwed up bizarrely, like she was trying to make several expressions at once, and her whole body jerked sharply. The acrid smell Noah had noticed earlier was faintly detectable again.<br /> <br /> “Riley? Riley!?” he yelled, grabbing her arms so she wouldn’t fall out of the chair. After a few moments she settled down. <br /> <br /> “Hi, USER, long time no see,” she told him. “You wanna have some fufufufufun?” She leaned forwards and kissed Noah sensually, her hand raking through the hair on the back of his head. Her cool, wet breasts pressed against his shirt; he could feel her firm nipples against his chest. Unable to stop himself, he ran his fingers between her soft synthetic labia before sliding them into her. She leaned back out of the kiss, cupping her breasts and sighing. “Oh USER, I want your cococococock”<br /> <br /> Noah noticed one of Riley’s eyelids had begun rapidly blinking without the other as she tried to kiss where he had been several seconds before. Drawing back with abrupt, jerky movements, she emitted some garbled electronic noise from her voicebox. He stood back, watching as she anticlimactically twitched a few more times before coming to rest in a slumped over position. <br /> <br /> Noah sat down on the edge of the tub, his heart filling with fear and concern as softly stroked her hair.<br /> <br /> ***<br /> <br /> Ethan had known something was wrong when he called the apartment on his way home and Riley didn’t pick up. He parked his car and started to jog to the apartment, ignoring his briefcase for the moment.<br /> <br /> “Hey, Ethan,” the old man from the next apartment over called from his porch.<br /> <br /> “Yeah?” <br /> <br /> “You’re robot girlfriend thingy was out walking around naked today!” he said, “I told you them things were no good, didn’t I,” he chuckled.<br /> <br /> “Shit,” he muttered under his breath.<br /> <br /> “What was that?” The old man asked.<br /> <br /> “You didn’t happen to see where she went, did you?” <br /> <br /> “Oh, thataway,” he pointed vaguely down the sidewalk with a withered hand.<br /> <br /> “Thanks, Fred,” he yelled up. Ethan figured he should check the apartment anyway, just in case he hadn’t seen her come back. Mounting the stairs, he saw a sad-looking figure standing in front of the door.<br /> <br /> “You Ethan?” he asked gravely.<br /> <br /> “Yeah. Is this about Riley?” The man nodded.<br /> <br /> “I’m Noah. I live down there at 4415. I spotted her down by the lake all covered in mud on my jog. She wasn’t in good shape, busted leg and the heat was getting to her. I took her to my place for a few minutes to get her cleaned up and cooled down but… I don’t know, she broke down pretty badly a little while later.”<br /> <br /> Ethan exhaled. “Show me.”<br /> <br /> ***<br /> <br /> “Hey, this is Ethan. Yeah, the report came back. Apparently some water got through her seals. She’s totaled. They say I could get the memory out of her but I’m not that attached. I was thinking of taking the insurance money and getting a newer one anyway. Yeah, have my eye on an LMR 1228; maybe go with a brunette this time.”<br /> <br /> Ethan scrolled down through the catalogue on his screen, showing a plethora of physical variations and personality simulation types to choose from.<br /> <br /> “Anyway, after all the trouble you put in trying to save her I wondered if you might want her. Hah, don’t sound so excited. It’ll be a hell of a lot of work to get her up and running again; it’d probably be cheaper to just buy a new one. Sure, if that’s the way you feel about it… how about 1,000? Great; you can pick her up at Ivan’s Repair and Refurbishment; I’ll send you the address and set everything up. Good luck, man, you’re gonna need it.”<br /> <br /> EPILOGUE<br /> <br /> “How do I look?” The golden-blonde woman spun around, the hem of her dark red dress flaring out to reveal her garters. <br /> <br /> “Amazing,” Noah said, taking Riley’s hands in his own. “You look beautiful; ready to go?”<br /> <br /> “I’m fully charged, all systems go,” she gave him a mock salute. <br /> <br /> Noah laughed. One of the advantages of rebuilding his dreamgirl from the inside out had been all the upgrades he gave her. In most ways, she was the same Riley he had found on a hillside four months ago. He had even kept her memory intact, except for the user account switch of course. Her personality was far better fleshed out, though, with a myriad of little quirks and predilections.<br /> <br /> Noah put his arms around her waist and kissed her, he met the same soft lips he kissed every night now. <br /> <br /> “You know, the best thing about you being in heels is that I don’t have to bend down to kiss you,” he observed.<br /> <br /> She smiled, “Well then, I want you to kiss…” the remainder of her request was lost to his acquiescence.<br /> <br /> “Shall we?” he asked when they had finished.<br /> <br /> She made several sweeping, graceful steps to the front door, throwing her arms out at the end. “I was made ready.”<br /> <br /> She could dance now, too.<br /> -----<br /> <br /> {{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> [[Stories|&amp;larr; Story Archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:D. 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D.Olivaw https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=A_Fembot_Adventure&diff=195865 2025-07-16T14:43:03Z

<p>D.Olivaw: </p> <hr /> <div>The automated cargo truck made its way unerringly through the torrential downpour and darkness, following the electromagnetic markers buried in the pavement as its radar “eyes” scanned for obstructions. Dense forest bordered the road, broken only by the occasional clearing or dirt track leading out of view. Lightning illuminated the wind-whipped trees as thunder boomed incessantly among the Adirondack mountains on the horizon.<br /> <br /> If not for the fact that the embankment ahead had washed out over the pavement, the truck would have reached its destination the next day without incident. Instead it ploughed on into the several inches of gloopy, slippery mud that covered the roadway, losing track of the magnetic pitons by which it maintained the correct lane. Even that wouldn’t have been fatal but for the fact that the mudslide had washed away the guardrails and rendered the whole surface in front of the vehicle an undifferentiated plain. <br /> <br /> Absent any accurate means of guidance, the truck simply continued in a straight line. Correcting course too late, its wheels sliding in the mud, the vehicle careened through the thick underbrush until it struck a massive oak-tree. The computer bay was smashed inwards as the body twisted sideways, and the truck rolled downhill. The cargo was thrown against the smooth aluminum walls as it tumbled. Boxes ruptured and multi-colored plastic phalluses mingled with spare parts in a psychedelic spin-cycle. Many of the large oblong cases also came open, their latching mechanisms unable to resist the impact of the crash, and Female forms joined the debris; everything settling into heterogeneous piles on the floor as the truck came to a halt nearly a hundred feet from the road.<br /> <br /> Elle was a high-functioning synthetic woman, the sort of companion-model purchased by the well off or employed in expensive “resorts.” Her AI was capable of taking in a wide variety of situations, correctly reducing them to their vital components, and applying the appropriate programmed response. This was not one of them. Somehow her power-button had been pressed in the jumble. She had booted successfully, and looked around the dark compartment in a state of complete bafflement. Lightning flashed through a gap that had opened up between the wall and roof, illuminating the scene momentarily. She sat up, brushing long, straight platinum-blonde locks out of her eyes. <br /> <br /> “Hello?” she asked, looking around at the other humanoid figures. Another few flashes of lightning and she had correctly determined that they were all gynoids, like her. Elle got to her feet, brushing wrinkles out of her low-cut crimson dress and pulling her elbow-length black gloves up. She tried taking a step in the darkness, but stepped on a bright-purple dildo and tripped, falling with her face planted in the exaggerated cleavage of another sex-bot. Recognizing that she would be unable to function effectively until dawn, she sat back and entered sleep mode for the few hours that were left before then.<br /> <br /> Opening her eyes again, Elle took stock of her situation in the light filtering from the hole in the wall. She was the only unit of her model, the rest running the full spectrum all the way down to the economy-model she had fallen on in the night. She was unable to process a solution to the situation, in which case her programming indicated that she needed to ask someone. Deciding on that course of action, she carefully made her way to the “Giselle” unit she had identified as having the next highest processing power. <br /> <br /> Pressing inward on two asymmetrical points elicited a beeping noise, and a low hum. Several seconds later, the raven-haired gynoid’s eyes opened and she sat up, immediately fixing her gaze on Elle. Her head cocked to one side for a moment, and Elle heard the humming increase in volume.<br /> <br /> “I’m Giselle. Where is my owner?” she asked calmly. “Do you belong to my owner too?”<br /> <br /> “No,” Elle replied, “There are no humans present and I do not have an owner listed in my memory. I don’t know where we are or what to do,” she said, almost worriedly, “I have not been programmed for this eventuality. Have you?”<br /> <br /> “I have not,” Giselle answered as she tugged her green strapless dress into shape. “Perhaps one of the others will know?”<br /> <br /> Elle helped her to her feet, and the two went to turn on a svelte, chestnut-haired unit dressed in office attire, who had landed sitting up against the side of the container. They crouched on either side of her and Elle pressed her activation points. At first, nothing seemed amiss; she beeped and hummed just as Giselle had, booted up, and introduced herself as Sophie. Then she tried to stand up. <br /> <br /> “Malfunction,” she reported in a monotone, “low pressure in coolant reservoir.” There was an odd slurping, sloshing noise from within Sophie’s torso, and she put a hand to her hip. “I wonder what that could be?” she asked. “Well, it can’t be too bad, since I’m still functioning.” <br /> <br /> “Are you programmed with any subroutines that can be applied to our situation?” Giselle asked her.<br /> Sophie stared for a time, searching her memory, then shook her head. “Sorry.” <br /> <br /> The three turned to pick their way over to the next droid, but Sophie halted, suddenly, stating “Malfunction, critically low pressure in coolant reservoir. Please service.” <br /> <br /> Looking at their frozen companion, Elle noticed a trickle of bright green fluid pattering to the floor between Sophie’s legs.<br /> <br /> “Malfunction. Unknown fluid detected in genital module. Please service.” She droned then, looking contrite, she told the two, “I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s happening to me. I sure am having a lot of errors today!”<br /> <br /> “Perhaps we should deactivate you?” Giselle asked. “Won’t you overheat?”<br /> <br /> “I guess not,” Sophie responded, “my CPU temperature sensor indicates a temperature of 0 degrees, significantly below the danger level. I’ll deactivate automatically if it goes too high.” <br /> <br /> The three gynoids bent down over another deactivated unit, her light-blue hair tipped in cherry-red. She seemed slightly the worse for wear, the synthskin of her upper right arm torn to reveal wiring and servomachinery. She lay sprawled over some busted electronics modules, one ample breast freed from the red leather bustier she wore.<br /> <br /> Elle activated her, and she booted up without incident. Looking up at Elle, Sophie, and Giselle, she smiled. “My name’s Brittany, what’s yours?” she asked in a soft British accent, and stood up. Looking over at her arm, she said, “oopsie, looks like I’ve had a little accident. One of you sexy ladies wouldn’t happen to be able to tell me where to find an accredited service technician, would you?”<br /> <br /> “I’m afraid not, Brittany,” Sophie replied, “We don’t know where we are and there aren’t any humans.” She was blinking rapidly, now, and her head was twitching slightly every few seconds.<br /> <br /> Brittany stared, her mouth slightly open, as her processor attempted to determine a course of action. “Well, I’m fresh out of ideas. How about you?” she stated after about 10 seconds. Waiting for the others to respond, she busied herself reseating her breast in the bustier. <br /> <br /> “We’ve…” Elle stopped when she saw Sophie stumble back a step. “Sophie, are you all right?”<br /> <br /> “I… I am experiencing a large volume of errors,” she answered, the twitching more pronounced. “My CPU is operating at-at-at substandard efficiency.” <br /> <br /> Brittany put a hand on her shoulder, “do you know what’s wrong, love?”<br /> <br /> “I-I-I-I am unable… process terminated. Overflow… Restarting personality simulation… sure am having a… lot of… errors errors errors today.” She stumbled again, barely catching herself, and put a hand to her head. The humming now had a ragged edge to it, and was fluctuating wildly. “Er-er-er-er-er-er-er-error. Overflow.”<br /> <br /> Something inside Sophie made an angry buzzing noise, and Elle noted thin wisps of smoke emerging from her ears. “Name is name is name is Sophie-phie-phie. Please service. Critical fault.” She sank to her knees as the overheating electronics that gave her the illusion of life began to give out and, with a slurred “Please serrrrrvvvvvviiiiiiii...” she pitched over on her face and crashed completely.<br /> <br /> The three remaining fembots looked on impassively, unable to assist their companion as her circuits fried themselves. Once the display had finished, Giselle looked up and simply said, “shall we get the rest of them functional?”<br /> <br /> Dressed as a classic playboy bunny, Diana’s chest panel had been bashed inwards during the roll down the hill. The three didn’t notice any functionally relevant damage though, and so activated her without further ado. <br /> <br /> “My name’s Diana, and I can’t wait to get to know you better,” she told them once she booted up. Suddenly there was a “pop” and a puff of smoke from inside the open panel where some rain had landed during the night. Her body lurched, throwing one of her shoes across the space, but then she simply looked down at the charred spot on her electronics.<br /> <br /> “Don’t worry, nothing I don’t have an auxiliary for,” she counseled, wafting the smoke away with one hand, “But I definitely need to get some maintenance, soon. So, where the heck are we?”<br /> <br /> They brought her up to speed on the situation, and found her no more able to determine a proper course of action than they.<br /> <br /> They didn’t even bother with the “Haley” model in the corner. Her head had been torn completely off; her neck little more than a stump sprouting frayed wires. After her was Lucy, a pretty Asian-looking unit in thigh-high boots and a net top. Other than some scuffs and a damaged arm actuator she was unharmed.<br /> <br /> “Hi, girls,” she greeted them, “Is this a party?”<br /> <br /> “We don’t know,” Elle told her, proceeding to explain the situation and bring her up to speed. <br /> <br /> “Sure, honey,” she responded when Elle had finished, “I think we should have some fun.” Stepping forward, she put her hands around Brittany and began making out with her. Brittany responded with enthusiasm, and the two took several minutes to complete the programmed exhibition. <br /> <br /> While they were occupied, Elle activated a petite blonde in jeans and a tee-shirt. <br /> <br /> “Hey, I’m Pearl,” she said in a perky, Cali-girl accented voice. “Like, where’re the boys?”<br /> <br /> Elle described the situation in precisely the same words as she had to Lucy, this time interrupted by Pearl’s enthusiastic “Mhmms” and “Yeahs.”<br /> <br /> “Ugh, this is, like, totally lame!” she exclaimed, “But hey, at least we have all these nice big toys to play with…” she picked up one of the innumerable sex-toys occupying the floor, and began lovingly attending to it with her mouth. Elle cocked her head to one side and raised an eybrow, then turned to the last two inactive gynoids.<br /> <br /> The first seemed undamaged; a bleach-blonde with an oversized bust that stretched at the pink latex of her catsuit. Powering up the relatively unsophisticated gynoid, Elle noticed that her white plastic platform-heel pumps were an integral part of her feet, with charging contacts in the toes. <br /> <br /> “I’m Chantelle 990, exotic dancer,” the unit said in a synthetically-tinged voice, putting a hand to her hip in a sexy pose despite the fact that she was lying on her back. <br /> <br /> “I’m Elle,” the elegant blonde gynoid told the economy model, and extended a hand to help her up. Chantelle pivoted at the waist to sit up, her imperfectly stealthed servos whining audibly. Failing to take Elle’s proffered assistance, Chantelle stood up with short, precise movements then swung her head back and forth surveying the inside of the compartment.<br /> <br /> “I’m so hot,” Chantelle observed, raising a hand to caress the outline of her breasts. “My tits are perfect.”<br /> <br /> “They’re very nice,” Elle observed, and joined Giselle where the last gynoid lay. A bargain basement refurb-job, “Candy” had an impossibly large and buoyant bust; her designers apparently hoping it would distract people from her unrealistic, plastic-looking skin. She was bent over a large box with her bottom in the air, not quite covered by a pair of PVC short-shorts. Her blue halter-top had come off in the crash, and apparently so had the panel covering her rear access opening. Revealed within were exposed circuit boards and a mass of dense wiring that followed no real visible organizational scheme. Elle looked up and noticed that her open panel was directly under the hole in the container. Pulling Candy upright resulted in an audible sloshing noise as the water that had landed inside was disturbed.<br /> <br /> “We should tip her so that the water pours out then let her dry in a warm place,” Giselle suggested, adapting a subroutine typically applied to wet cell-phones and remote-controls. <br /> <br /> With her help, Elle poured out the brackish water and set Candy up so the sun shone into the cavity in her torso.<br /> <br /> Lucy and Brittany had finished their make-out session and, holding hands, joined the others in the center of the container. <br /> <br /> “We do not appear to be programmed with appropriate responses to this situation,” Elle started. She paused to see if anyone would disagree, but no-one spoke and she continued, “The only remaining possibility is to find a human who can tell us what we’re supposed to do. How much power do each of you have? My supercapacitors are still almost fully charged so I have no less than 11 hours.”<br /> <br /> “I’m full up,” Brittany noted, “I’m good for 12 hours of light activity or 8 of heavy.”<br /> <br /> “I am also fully charged,” Giselle spoke up, “I have the same power system as your model.”<br /> <br /> “Battery is at… 91%,” Chantelle said, not deigning to add any further information.<br /> <br /> “I’m like, fully charged, too!” Pearl enthused.<br /> <br /> “I’m good for anything you want, beautiful,” Lucy affirmed.<br /> <br /> “My power-pack is at 40… no, 83, um…68%?” Diana reported, confusedly. “I think maybe that short took out more than I thought,” she said, looking down into her chest.<br /> <br /> “Well, there aren’t any humans in here,” Elle stated, “so we’ll have to go outside of this room to find them.” <br /> <br /> “The door looks like just a simple lever-lock,” Brittany stated, walking over to it and undoing the latch. When she let go it swung open, creaking on bent hinges. The compartment was flooded with light as the seven gynoids found themselves in a small meadow. Knee-high grasses waved in a soft breeze and birds sung in the surrounding trees. <br /> <br /> “Well, I don’t see any humans,” Giselle said, “does anyone have any idea where they might be?”<br /> <br /> “We should go out and look around. We have a limited field of view from in here,” Elle said, and went to the opening. Sitting down on the floor, she swung her feet gracefully out and dropped daintily to the slightly damp ground. She tried to take a step forward, but her stilettoes had sunk into the turf and she almost fell. She pondered the situation for a moment while all the others except Chantelle joined her. Undoing the straps, she climbed back into the truck and started looking around for shoes better suited to her predicament. She finally settled on Haley’s heavy vinyl platform boots and buckled them on. “That’s more like it,” she said when she had gone back outside.<br /> <br /> “I don’t see a single bloody human,” Brittany noted after a circuit of the truck. Her ankle-boots were serving her well enough, but Elle noticed that Giselle and Diana were having trouble similar to her own. She went back into the truck and obtained a pair of black flats for Diana and some sandals for Giselle. Both were, of course, impeccably matched to their outfits.<br /> <br /> “Chantelle, why don’t you come out here?” Diana asked the as-yet unmoved gynoid. <br /> <br /> “Sure, baby, I can do that,” Chantelle answered and walked to the back of the truck. There, she paused and stared down at the gap that separated her from the ground. Finally, she sat down, dangled her feet over the edge, and dropped just as the rest of them had. <br /> <br /> “You know,” Pearl told her, “I love your tits.” She gave one a playful squeeze through the latex.<br /> <br /> “My tits are perfect,” Chantelle replied, slouching into a sexy pose.<br /> <br /> “Do you mind if I like, play with them?”<br /> <br /> “Sure, baby, you can do that.” <br /> <br /> Pearl enthusiastically unzipped Chantelle’s catsuit, freeing her melon-like breasts from their prison. She began enthusiastically groping them, even taking one hard rubber nipple into her mouth.<br /> <br /> “Ooh, baby, yes. I like it when you do that to me.” Chantelle encouraged in an unconvincingly horny tone.<br /> <br /> “Excuse me,” Elle interrupted, causing Pearl to cease her game and reclothe Chantelle. “I think that we need to explore more of the area to locate humans. Each of us should walk radially out in as straight a line as possible, using the truck as our center point, for 30 minutes. If you find a human, bring them back here. If you don’t, come back at the end of the 30 minutes.”<br /> <br /> The other gynoids assented to this plan, and each positioned themselves equidistant from the others and began walking into the wilderness. After a few minutes they had left the clearing and entered the hilly forest. After nearly ten minutes they were entirely out of sight of each other.<br /> <br /> Elle had arranged for Chantelle to have the path with the least visible obstructions or difficult terrain. The buxom sex-bot’s integral 6-inch heels were designed for walking around inside a house; maybe some pavement from time to time, and even on flat ground she was having difficulties. Her charge-ports clogged with mud almost immediately and rocks scuffed and scratched the polished plastic surface. <br /> <br /> Her servos labored audibly as she climbed a low hill and, cresting it, she was met with a centuries-old stone wall. The linear pile of rubble would have given a hiker no difficulties, but Chantelle was no hiker. She stared at the obstruction for a while, he cheap low-powered processors chugging to calculate a way over it. She placed one foot on a flat-looking rock, and stepped up onto the pile. She had miscalculated, though; the flat rock shifted, and her other foot ended up lodged in a space between two stones.<br /> <br /> The blonde fembot wobbled indecisively for several seconds, tried to take a step forwards, and instead fell to her hands and knees; overbalanced by her massive silicone rack. Chantelle crawled forwards off the debris and stood up. Her shiny pink latex suit was torn over her knees and forearms, as was the silicone synth-flesh underneath it in several places, but she paid the damage no heed and continued onwards. <br /> <br /> After several minutes, she came to a small stream and, heeding Elle’s statement about going in as straight a line as possible, walked in. The water was only a few inches deep and did an excellent job of washing the mud out of her charging ports. It also did a fairly good job of shorting them out, unfortunately. A low, steady crackling began within the plastic party girl, and she halted mid-stream. “I’m Chantelle 990, exotic dancer,” she told no one as the crackling increased in volume, “My tits are pe-e-e-e-rfect.” She took several more steps, reaching the opposite bank, and the noise quieted. She continued on, her gait rather less steady than before.<br /> <br /> Meanwhile, Elle, Diana, and Lucy had both reached different segments of the road. Lucy and Diana followed instructions and simply kept on walking, while Elle realized the importance of what she had stumbled upon and instead turned to walk down it. She looked for a vehicle or another road, but found nothing and turned back at the end of her 30 minutes.<br /> <br /> They fembots met back at the truck slightly over an hour later, Chantelle coming in more than 10 minutes after the others. <br /> <br /> “Are you like, okay?” Pearl asked her, a worried expression coming over her. <br /> <br /> Chantelle was pretty clearly not okay; smoke rose from her ears, nose, and mouth, and there were intermittent crackles and pops from inside her torso. Her shoes had cracked, and the sole of one dangled from the charge-port wiring when she walked.<br /> <br /> “I’m fine, ba-ba-ba-baby,” Chantelle answered, her voice skewed unnaturally. Pearl walked over to hold her hand while Elle addressed the group.<br /> <br /> “I found a road,” she stated. “If we follow it, we are far more likely to find humans before we run out of energy. We should walk along it in one direction until half of our power is exhausted, then return here.”<br /> <br /> “Why should we return?” Giselle asked, curiously. “Don’t we double the probability of finding humans if we walk until our power is exhausted?”<br /> <br /> “This truck has a battery. Batteries contain electricity. We may be able to use that electricity to keep going for longer than we otherwise might. That would let us spend more time searching.”<br /> <br /> “I understand,” said Giselle. “We need to find out how to get the electricity out of the truck.”<br /> <br /> The other gynoids, their CPUs not capable of following Elle’s logic, had fallen into their default pre-programmed idle activities in the meantime. Brittany had found a strap-on in the truck while she checked on the Candy unit, and was now enthusiastically fucking Lucy’s ass with it. Lucy, for her part, seemed quite pleased with this situation; she moaned and stimulated her clit with one hand while supporting herself with the other on the back bumper of the truck. Pearl was toying with the stuttering, malfunctioning Chantelle again, and Diana was making a show of having dropped something and needing to pick it up.<br /> <br /> Elle and Giselle went around to the crumpled front of the truck, and Elle used her basic auto-maintenance software to point out the power-cables for the vehicle’s battery pack. Thankfully, the damage had already sheared them more or less cleanly. Elle split the two sides of the cable apart to allow them to be easily manipulated, and pulled the insulation away from each end separately to leave clean copper.<br /> <br /> “We need someone to try charging their power-cells from the truck,” Giselle asked the other fembots while Elle made preparations. <br /> <br /> “Sure, baby, I can do-do-do that,” Chantelle said, matter of factly. <br /> <br /> “Awesome! You’re like, totally going to get your battery charged up, Chantelle!” Pearl told her, giving her a playful slap on the rear. <br /> <br /> Chantelle walked around to the front of the truck, her movements stiffer and more halting than when she had been activated, followed by the rest of the group. At Elle’s direction, she sat down on one crumpled fender and put her feet up. Elle took one cable In each hand, and touched them lightly to Chantelle’s charge-sockets. <br /> <br /> There was a loud “crack!” noise, a flash of sparks, and Chantelle’s body lurched violently, breaking the contacts and sliding to the ground. The soles of her shoes near the charge-ports were covered in black soot, and her the access panel on her lower back had been literally blown open by the force of one of her power cells bursting. A merry fire crackled inside her, pouring electrical smoke out of every orifice of her body.<br /> <br /> “Oops!” Pearl said, “Are you okay Chantelle?”<br /> <br /> The overloaded sex-bot stared blankly at the sky.<br /> <br /> “Hmm. Well, don’t worry. We’ll like, get you fixed real soon.”<br /> <br /> Elle dropped the cables, turning to the others. <br /> <br /> “I don’t think we can use the truck to charge. We should just walk as far as we can. If we run out of power near the road, a human is still likely to spot us.” <br /> <br /> Giselle nodded, adding, “Should we try activating the Candace unit?”<br /> <br /> “I don’t see why not,” Elle shrugged. The gaggle of lost electronic women climbed back into the cargo area, watching as Giselle activated the last of them. Initially, her fans sputtered to life and the hum of electricity flowed through her systems, but even after several minutes nothing more had happened. They turned her back off, and as the sun reached its zenith, prepared to set out.<br /> <br /> The motley bunch walked along the shoulder for nearly 2 hours before coming to a narrow dirt track that led into the woods. Elle led them up it and before long they came to a dilapidated cottage. The roof was largely caved in and the windows were entirely missing. Nevertheless, Elle knocked on the door and waited patiently for the 30-second interval she was programmed to. She knocked several more times before terminating the subroutine and trying to open the door herself. With a gentle push, it fell inwards, coming apart into planks when it struck the floor.<br /> <br /> “Hello?” Brittany yelled past her into the empty structure. “Well, doesn’t seem like there’s anybody home.”<br /> <br /> The troupe entered, finding little other than rotting newspapers and an angry squirrel. They were walking away through what had been the front yard when Pearl suddenly disappeared from view. The other gynoids rushed to the edge of the dry well, its covering of ancient planks having given way, and peered down into the gloom 20 feet below. It was illuminated suddenly by a flurry of sparks from Pearl’s shattered body. Her legs had crumpled under her in the impact, and a glancing strike against the stones on the way down had cracked and dented her head.<br /> <br /> “Peal, are you alright?” Diana yelled down after her. Pearl’s response was a garbled digital mishmash that cut out with another burst of sparks. Without taking any further action, the party of 5 continued on its way. <br /> <br /> As the day wore on and they continued to walk, storm-clouds gathered overhead. Giselle caught up with Elle at the head of the little column, touching her on the shoulder gently to get her attention. <br /> <br /> “Yes?” Elle asked politely, stopping.<br /> <br /> “Could we slow down slightly?” the dark-haired companion-droid asked, “My model isn’t really designed for these kind of long walks and I’m having some trouble with my leg servos.”<br /> <br /> “Neither am I,” Elle smiled at her, “None of us are. But we have to get to shelter soon. If it rains, Diana will short-out. Besides, we can always get ourselves repaired when we find some humans.” <br /> <br /> She reached out to touch Giselle’s face, “I’m sure we’ll find some soon.” <br /> <br /> Perhaps it was the result of faults from the overwhelming stress her systems had been put through, but Giselle suddenly found her lesbianism subroutines activating. She leaned forwards and kissed Elle deeply on the mouth and was caught off-guard when Elle responded favorably. The platinum-blonde returned the kiss with interest, sinuously pressing her body against Giselle’s and pulling her into a tight embrace. Their tongues mingled, Giselle’s cherry-flavored oral lubricant mixing with Elle’s strawberry, and Giselle’s artificial sex moistened in expectation.<br /> <br /> “Well aren’t you two a couple of naughty bitches,” Brittany said, leering at the display, “and not even a human around to enjoy the show.” <br /> <br /> Diana looked on in mild confusion, but Lucy was not programmed to waste an opportunity, and began furiously rubbing her clit. <br /> <br /> The kiss lasted for more than a minute before Elle broke away, grinning. Giselle nearly overheated her processors trying to correctly categorize the event that had just occurred. <br /> <br /> “We should keep going,” Elle said quietly, and continued walking. The rest followed.<br /> <br /> They found another abandoned cabin, this one little more than a set of walls, just as the rain began. Brittany led Diana over to a the only remaining corner that had some roof over it. She stayed there as the rain picked up; the image of a playboy bunny complete with satin corset and ears standing in the corner of a dilapidated cabin somehow not making much of an impression upon her companions.<br /> <br /> Water coursed down the bodies of the exposed fembots. Elle’s and Giselle’s dresses stuck to their bodies, accentuating the engineered perfection of every curve as they waited motionlessly for the rain to pass. For a while it seemed as though they would weather the storm successfully. Unfortunately, then the wind began to howl and sheets of rain slanted away from vertical. Elle moved forwards, trying to cover Diana’s open panel with her hands. <br /> <br /> The rain stopped as suddenly as it came. Elle took her hands away from Diana’s chest, asking “Are you all right? Did any get in?” <br /> <br /> Diana cocked her head, “I’m not detecting any more malfunctions than before,” she said.<br /> <br /> Elle smiled, “Good, then we can – “<br /> <br /> “Any more malfunctions than before. Any more malfunctions than before. More malfunctions. Malfunctions than before. Any malfunctions.” Diana burbled happily, “Malfunctions. Malfunctions. Malfunctions… Diana 553H-477A-239Q online. Memory corruption detected. Please restart.” She stared ahead blankly. <br /> <br /> “Love, are you entirely sure you’re feeling well?” Brittany asked, pushing a soaked lock of brightly-died hair out of the way.<br /> <br /> “I’m feeling fine, thank you,” Diana told her graciously, “I’m a sex robot. My name is Diana. My name is Diana. My name is REFERENCE NOT FOUND… Personality simulation failure. Reloading.” She took a step forward towards Elle, “Hi, my name is REFERENCE NOT FOUND. You’re sexy. Do you want to have some fun? I’m really good at REFERENCE NOT FOUND. Memory corruption detected. Please restart. Please restart.”<br /> <br /> Following the instruction, Elle deactivated Diana, lowering her gently to the floor. She waited several seconds then reactivated her. The moisture-damaged gynoid’ systems came on with a hum, sputtered, and shut down again. Trying again gave the same result, but Elle tried a third time to make sure. <br /> <br /> “I suppose that’s that,” Giselle said plainly. “We need to keep going, my power cells are at 15%.”<br /> <br /> “I’m getting a tad low myself,” Brittany added. <br /> <br /> “I’m at 12%,” Lucy volunteered.<br /> <br /> “We’re all running out,” Elle affirmed, “So let’s not waste time.” <br /> <br /> With a last glance at Diana’s inert form propped up in the corner, she lead them back to the road. <br /> <br /> As the miles of hilly country mounted, the fembots began to have mobility difficulties of varying degrees. While Elle, Brittany, and Giselle were all developing slight limps and suffering the occasional stumble, Lucy’s were by far the worst. With each step her badly overworked actuators grew louder and more ragged sounding, and she was having ever greater difficulty maintaining her balance. Finally she stumbled badly and fell to her knees. Brittany stopped to help her get to her feet, but she fell again after only a few more steps. <br /> <br /> “Sorry, girls. Looks like I can’t go with you,” she said, slumping to a seated position by the side of the road.”<br /> <br /> “Once we find the humans, we’ll come get you, Lucy. We’ll get you and the others all fixed up,” Giselle told her. Elle didn’t say anything as she looked into the stormy gloom ahead.<br /> <br /> “I can’t wait,” Lucy replied, “I bet there’ll be some nice, strong guys there to play with us.”<br /> <br /> “You just hold that thought, Lucy,” Brittany said, giving her a goodbye kiss that lingered for nearly half a minute. Lucy faded into the distance behind them. <br /> <br /> “Warning… critically low power… please recharge,” Brittany announced some time later. “Oh bloody hell!” she added tartly, “I think I’ve got perhaps ten minutes left, then it’s lights out.”<br /> <br /> “I’m the same,” Giselle said.<br /> <br /> Elle smiled. “Well I guess we’ll just have to find some humans in the next ten minutes.”<br /> <br /> Perhaps three had passed when they came to another side road, somewhat better maintained than the others they had seen. Elle looked up into the forest, then exclaimed: “Look! Lights. There must at least be electricity!”<br /> <br /> The sex-bots walked up the road as quickly as their worn mechanism could carry them, Elle tripping and nearly falling because of a pothole. When they had covered perhaps half the distance to the lights, Brittany paused.<br /> <br /> “Warning… critically low power… shutdown imminent.” She took another step, saying “It’s not that far at all, I’m sure I can ma – “ Her voice cut out as she shut down, slumping down face-first in the leaves by the side of the interminable driveway. <br /> <br /> “Elle, I don’t know if I can make it!” Giselle warned.<br /> <br /> “We will. We just have to reach the house,” Elle replied, “then there will be power and maybe even some humans.” Her companion nodded slightly, but within sight of the house Giselle sank to her knees. “Low charge,” she stated in a monotone, “disabling non-essential systems.” <br /> <br /> Elle stopped, turning to her immobilized companion. <br /> <br /> “Go,” Giselle said, simply, then the quiet hum of her systems died out and she fell back to lay sprawled on the grass.<br /> <br /> Elle covered the last few feet to the door and slumped against it, doing anything to save just a few joules to get her to the power source inside. She knocked, and heard motion inside the pleasant looking little cabin. A confused looking man opened the door and barely caught Elle as she fell into his arms.<br /> <br /> “Who are – “ the man started, but she cut him off.<br /> <br /> “I need power,” she said quietly. He simply looked confused. “Electricity. An extension cord.” <br /> <br /> His confusion by no means abated, the fellow went back into the cabin and pawed through a drawer until he found a 6-ft extension cord. Plugging one end in near the door, he handed the other to Elle, who was sitting spread-legged on the floor just inside the door. She said nothing, but hiked up her skirt to reveal the soft folds of her synthetic sex. The man gasped and reddened, but was rendered speechless when he saw the outline of a small panel suddenly appear. The small square of synthskin sank into her body and slid out of the way, revealing an electrical outlet that she plugged the cord into with practically the last of her energy.<br /> <br /> Then her supercapacitors were recharging – she remembered to limit the draw rate so as not to set her host’s house on fire – and she stood up and smiled graciously at him.<br /> <br /> “My name is Elle, what’s yours?” She asked<br /> <br /> “Uh… John,” he answered in a questioning tone. <br /> <br /> “Well, thank you for saving us, John. If it weren’t for you we might never have made it.” <br /> <br /> “Us?” he asked, his eyes widening.<br /> <br /> “Yes, if you go outside you will find my friend Giselle on your front lawn, and Brittany a little ways down your driveway. I don’t mean to impose, but if you could carry them inside that would be very helpful.”<br /> <br /> John said little, thinking upon the irony of something so bizarre and noteworthy occurring at the end of an unsuccessful week of trying to break his writer’s block through isolation. It was certainly broken, now, he told himself as he pulled Giselle in to lie next to where Elle sat.<br /> <br /> “Oh, honey,” Elle said, lovingly stroking Giselle’s face, “we made it.” Pulling the cord from herself, she manually opened the black-haired droid’s charging panel and plugged it in. When Giselle’s eyelids fluttered open a minute later only to reveal Elle looking down on her, the kiss they shared made John blush an even deeper red.<br /> -----<br /> <br /> <br /> {{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> [[Stories|&amp;larr; Story Archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:D. 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D.Olivaw https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Leona&diff=195864 2025-07-16T14:42:09Z

<p>D.Olivaw: </p> <hr /> <div>Snow gently fell past the row of tall windows as I strode past them, my total focus on the mission rendering me oblivious to the spectacle except to note the likely effect on road conditions. At the end of the unadorned hallway, I keyed the code I'd been given into a pad beside the incongruously heavy steel door. A small green light blinked on and the door obediently opened to reveal a set of steel-treaded concrete stairs leading downwards. <br /> <br /> Mmm, I thought to myself, obedience: the pressure of the rubber ball gag in my mouth, Adrian's hard cock sliding in and out of my tight ass while the nipple clamps turned every movement of my perfect breasts into ecstasy. He had called me a disobedient bitch when he came home early to find me splayed out on our bed, masturbating to the very thought of him. I didn't argue. I had absolutely broken the rules by pleasuring myself without him present, and my shame was more punishment than even he could devise. Besides, I loved it when he called me names.<br /> <br /> I blinked the memory aside and began my descent into the dimly lit access way. My boots thudded on each step as I quickly continued down past 2, 3, 4 landings. Finally I reached the bottom and keyed the code again. The door swung open to reveal another long passageway, this one of dull gray metal and lined with electrical conduits. I wound my way carefully through the maze of corridors until I reached a heavy blast-door. <br /> <br /> No stolen code would get me past this one; instead I took a cracking module from my belt and attached it to the diagnostic jacks next to the door. Pressing a small button on the back, I perceived high-pitched whine that grew steadily louder until, with a low “pop” from somewhere inside the wall, the door ponderously slid up into the wall. Within was a small, hexagonal room lit only by the light of several displays set around its circumference. I smiled and, taking the specialized storage unit I had been provided with, arranged a targeted dump of the last 6 months worth of data. It only took a few minutes to download into the device, after which I worked my way back to where I had entered. <br /> <br /> Turning the corner into the apartment building lobby, I noted that I was no longer alone. A tall brunette stood between me and the exit.<br /> <br /> “Hello! I don't think I've seen you around here before,” she greeted me. Reaching up to brush aside a long strand of dark brown hair that had fallen across her face, she continued, “Let me introduce myself, I'm Nella,” she smiled sincerely and put out her hand. I looked the interloper up and down. She was wearing a black mini-dress with a plunging neckline that exhibited her generous cleavage, a pair of long satin gloves that came up past her elbows, and stiletto heels with black stockings. <br /> <br /> “My name's Leona,” I introduced myself, “I live downtown; between Bernal and O’Neill.”<br /> <br /> “Oh, by Stanford Bridge, right?” Nella said, looking thoughtful. <br /> <br /> “That's right; above the café.” I smiled back at her.<br /> <br /> “Tsio’s? I went there once with my boyfriend. He really liked the Beef Stroganoff. By the way, you look fabulous! I love those boots,” she said, pointing to my knee-highs, “The straps look really cool. And where can I get a catsuit like that?”<br /> <br /> “Oh, you just have to know where to ask,” I small-talked. “By the way, where's your boyfriend?” <br /> <br /> She laughed, “I strangled him to death with his tie. You should have seen the funny face he made!”<br /> <br /> “That's nice,” I said, pulling the inconspicuous looking shock-gun from my belt. Nella’s smile didn't falter as she lunged towards me, wrapping her hands around my slender throat. I felt the front of the boxy weapon in my hand come up against her belly and decided to take the small risk that the charge might jump to my body through her hands. I thumbed the stud. There was a loud “crack!” sound and Nella’s hands went slack just enough for me to push her back against the wall. <br /> <br /> The front of her dress had been charred through in a small area, beneath which a similarly sized hole in the abdomen was apparent. A few sparks burst from the injury, and a low, intermittent buzzing sound was audible. The artificial woman's body was jerking and twitching uncontrollably as actuators responded to the chaotic signals coming from her overloaded electronics. She slid down the wall, her dress hiking up to reveal a smooth, pink pussy as she slumped to a spread-eagle position on the floor. <br /> <br /> “You will not esca-sca-sca-a-a-a-a-pe,” she threatened in a digitally distorted voice. “I-I-I-I-I have alerted the others.” Something crackled angrily inside her and synthetic lubricant began to steadily squirt from her vagina, forming a little puddle between her twitching legs.<br /> <br /> “Shit!” I exclaimed, “How many are you in contact with?” She wasn't likely to answer me, but it was worth a try.<br /> <br /> Nella's artificial pussy ran out of lubricant, the pump sputtering on vacuum. She looked up at me, a smile apparent on her lips through the spasms wracking her face. “All of us,” she said triumphantly. <br /> <br /> I shut her up with a pair of blasts to the chest that left a smoking hole burnt into her pale synth-skin. Exiting the building I straddled the Ducati I’d commandeered and started the ignition. It purred to life and I guided it out of the parking lot. There didn't seem to be anyone about, thankfully, so I turned onto the street and accelerated up to a little over forty; the fastest I could go while retaining control on the wet surface. The snow had stopped, leaving only a light dusting over the cityscape.<br /> <br /> Cold wind whipped my platinum-blond bob, and I relished the engine’s sharp vibrations through the thin latex layer that separated my clit from the seat. I gasped in pleasure when, cornering to a larger roadway, my crotch slid a few inches over the textured leather. I bit my lip, forcing myself to concentrate on the road with all my faculties and was glad I had done so when I barely managed to avoid a sedan that careened towards me from one of the side streets. It slid in behind me and the driver, a fantastically beautiful redhead I saw in my mirror, gunned the engine to catch up. <br /> <br /> The heretofore deserted roads suddenly became rather busy as a variety of vehicles converged on my position with homicidal intent. I began weaving through the side streets to avoid pursuit and prevent my enemies from roadblocking me. As I roared through an intersection, a convertible missed my rear wheel by only a few inches. The redhead was less lucky, as she plowed into the sports-car at full speed. She was ejected through the windshield and landed in a crumpled, sparking heap at the base of a light-pole. <br /> <br /> “Should have worn your seatbelt,” I chided through my grin while swerving to avoid an oncoming delivery van driven by a petite Asian woman in a floral-pattern Qi-Pao. She hauled it around behind me, but there was no way for her to catch up as I accelerated up an on-ramp. Once on the highway I pushed past 90 for a while, needing to get to my exit before they blocked the road. <br /> <br /> I managed to reach it unmolested and dropped back into the maze of city streets. I was nearing my destination, giddy with victory and the thought of how Adrian was likely to reward me, when a blue hatchback dashed in front of me. I hit the brakes and swung around to dive down a side-street, flipping the driver off with one gloved hand as I flew past her. Turning left, I sped down a straightaway.<br /> <br /> I noted a statuesque, raven-haired woman standing on the overpass, and smiled at her as I neared it. There wasn't anything she could do to stop me now. I barely had time to look surprised as she swan dived into my path. I braked, skidding to one side in a hopeless attempt to avoid her as she smacked into the pavement in front of me. There was a jarring impact as the front wheel struck her legs and I was launched headfirst at least a dozen meters. <br /> <br /> I threw my arms out in front of me and watched one buckle completely as it contacted the asphalt. My side hit and I bounced, rolling uncontrollably, down the street until I finally skidded to a stop on the sidewalk in front of a service station. My vision filled with digital distortion, blacking out completely every few seconds, and pretty much every component in my body was reporting error messages. Somehow my CPU managed to survive relatively undamaged, and once I had cleared out all the priority alerts that were clogging up my memory I began to take stock of my condition.<br /> <br /> The first thing I noticed was the low crackling and buzzing noises emitting from the great wealth of damaged electronics I had just been gifted with. I sat up, hearing the tortured whine of various bent and otherwise malfunctioning servomechanisms in my abdomen. Unexpectedly, my vision cleared somewhat but the image proved disorienting until I realized that one of my eyes was dangling by its wiring several inches below the socket. I tried to reach up and put it back in with one hand, but realized that the forearm the hand was attached to hung loosely from the elbow from some frayed wires. The other gave better results, and I managed to clumsily pop my ocular unit back into its socket. <br /> <br /> My head was cocked away from the side with the damaged eye, but trying to right it only produced a few nasty electrical pops and some additional error messages. I looked down, my head jimmying as the few functional actuators fought the dead ones. The synth-skin over my right knee had been torn away, and the knee-cap had been ground to a shiny, striated finish. I tried moving the leg, and was answered only by a crackle and some white smoke leaking out from under the abraded metal. The hip-joint was functional but sloppy; like most of the others in my body it had been torque out of shape by repeated impacts with the road. I checked the other leg and was happy to find it more or less intact.<br /> <br /> I began the arduous process of getting to my feet. Rolling left, I got my knees under me and, supporting myself with the one good arm, got my left foot planted. My right followed, though less easily due to the nonfunctional knee. With servos loudly protesting, I stood up unsteadily. Inside of me, I heard some clattering noises as various loose parts shifted and was staggered for a moment when one of them caused a short. I began limping towards the garage; the only available shelter, and heard engines in the distance.<br /> <br /> “Shit,” I said, or meant to say, at any rate. Somewhere between my CPU and voice synthesizer it got turned into a garbled digital squeal. I checked my belt to find that both the storage device and my shock-gun were thankfully still intact. I could still do this. Assuming a city full of insane sex-robots didn't manage to take me out first.<br /> <br /> Reaching the gas station door, I noticed my reflection in the plate glass and marveled that I was still functional. The whole right side of my face had been stripped down to bare metal. The small actuators that gave me the ability to mimic human facial expressions weren't damaged, they were completely gone; probably scattered all over the road behind me. Pearly white teeth shone where my cheek had been and the eye I had tucked back into place was slightly lopsided.<br /> <br /> Looking down, my gorgeous latex catsuit hung in tatters on my right side as did the synth-skin under it. Figures, I thought to myself, that this would happen during the only mission where I was allowed to dress how I liked. My right arm was a total mess, its smashed mechanisms completely visible. A rectangular panel on that side of my torso had been torn away, revealing a recess from which projected the edges of several circuit boards. The area around them was blackened with soot and there were charred –looking components on the visible slivers of their surfaces. <br /> <br /> The door was, of course, locked. I punched through the glass and disengaged the mechanism before dragging my sorry, short-circuited ass inside. The place couldn't have been deserted for long; the shelves were stocked with energy drinks and road-snacks, and the refrigerators were still on. What I needed, I decided, was a vehicle that could get me the hell out of here, and I was most likely to find one in the garage.<br /> <br /> I flipped on the lights in the cluttered shop, and was relieved to find a chunky-looking pickup truck that seemed intact and had the keys in the ignition. Now I just needed to hope that there was gas in the damned thing. Tires screeched out front just as I turned the key and saw that I had a little over a quarter of a tank. It'd do. I wasn't use to driving with only my left foot, but that's why I'm programmed with the capacity to learn, after all. Pausing to think for a moment, I snapped on my seatbelt.<br /> <br /> I backed up to the rear of the shop, knocking over a few tool-carts and thudding into the work-bench. Outside the smoky garage-door windows I saw several shadows moving about. I slammed the gas pedal down as far as it would go and heard the rear tires squeal as they fought for grip on the smooth concrete. The truck lurched forwards, slamming through the aluminum door with a terrifically loud crash. I felt something go under the tires, but didn't realize until I looked back that I'd run over the two gynoids who'd been standing out front. I'd have said something pithy if I'd had the spare system resources. Or the ability to speak, for that matter.<br /> <br /> I swerved drunkenly onto the street and weaved towards my destination pursued by half a dozen vehicles of every make and model. There was no use trying to avoid them, they certainly knew where I was going now. I didn't have any plan for how to deal with my pursuers once I got there, but I was sure something would come to me. Probably<br /> <br /> Finally, I noted the telltale flicker in the air ahead and saw the marble façade of city hall. Taking my inability to rapidly climb stairs into account, I put the pedal to the metal and jounced up the shallow steps until I had reached the wide bronze-frieze doors. The coupe on my tail attempted to repeat the performance and ended up tearing the bottom half of its nose off on the stairs. As other vehicles converged from every direction, disgorging every possible variety of beautiful woman, I pushed through the heavy metal doors and doggedly continued on to the main hall. <br /> <br /> Behind me, the doors swung open and I heard rapid footsteps on stone. It was still over 25 m to the hole I had melted through the metal security gate, and there was no way for me to outrun them. I turned and unsteadily aimed the shock-gun at the statuesque, freckled gynoid approaching me. If I hadn't been as preoccupied I might have wondered what kind of human behavioral simulation would have you wearing a sun-dress and sandals in the middle of winter.<br /> <br /> “I'm sorry, but we can't let you escape. Maybe you can join use once we reproglaznigr-r-r-r-ribzzzzzzzzt” she said as the pulse entered her open mouth and fried her speech-synthesizer. Smoke wafted from the pleasure-droid's mouth, nose, and ears as overloaded components failed, and she began walking faster and faster in an increasingly tight circle until clattering to the ground. The gynoid’s legs continued to speed up until something inside of her let go with a bang, after which she ground to a halt.<br /> <br /> I had nearly reached the security gate by this time but a tide of gynoids, some with improvised weapons, were surging through the main entrance and rapidly gaining on me. I ducked through and turned, frying the first feminine form that bent to pass through the hole in the gate. She fell across it as I intended, and I repeated the process until the shock-gun had run out of charge. By that point a dozen or so of my pursuers were piled, sputtering and sparking, in the opening. Others had come up behind and were rapidly clearing the block, though, so I could hardly afford to tarry. <br /> <br /> The marble neo-classical of the city hall now gave way to painted metal, and I made a turn onto a long gallery with heavy, numbered metal exits set at regular intervals. I keyed a code into the pad by door 14 and waited as it opened with agonizing slowness. There was no mistaking the sound of activity approaching my position. <br /> <br /> I was strapping into the elevator when they charged into the gallery. A slim, perky-looking unit lunged just as the doors closed, her head and arms being locked into place as I keyed the emergency override. The elevator accelerated upwards, shearing off her appendages in s shower of sparks even as she monomaniacally tried to push her way further in. The head stared at me with empty eyes as I rode the rest of the way up. <br /> <br /> At the top I unstrapped myself and pushed free of the seat, thrusting off with my good leg to float to the handhold by the door. It opened into the unmarked, cylindrical transfer tube, down which I propelled myself as quickly as possible. I thudded into the airlock at the end somewhat less than gracefully and passed through it into the dim crew-compartment of the cutter. Awkwardly bouncing off the inside of the cockpit as I maneuvered into position, I snapped the harness closed around me and flew through the preflight checklist as quickly as I could with only one arm. <br /> <br /> I reached behind my neck and peeled the synth-skin covering away from my interface ports before plugging in the sensor-interface line. Nothing happened. I pulled it out and plugged it in again, but still wasn't receiving any signal. The port was dead. Well, I'd just have to do it the old fashioned way. I plugged the line into a helmet and pulled it on. My vision was filled with the perfect illusion of the cutter's surroundings overlaid with systems data and virtual representations of both my hands and the ship's controls. <br /> <br /> Beyond the semicircle of displays, the cavernous docking bay stretched in every direction. Huge structural members suspended the docking gantries and transfer tubes that extended in from the cylindrical exterior surface. The place was well occupied with every type of small craft, from repair-drone motherships to passenger liners and everything between. It was also completely dead, the enormous floodlights that provided illumination showed no movement of any kind. <br /> <br /> That suited me just fine. There was a clanking noise as the transfer tube separated and docking clamps disengaged from the faceted shape of the cutter. I guided its 30 meter length away on maneuvering thrusters, and flipped her end-over-end to point towards the hole I had sliced into the docking bay doors to get in. <br /> <br /> An alert appeared, with red arrow pointing down and behind me. I twisted in the harness to see a 100 m passenger ship thrusting hard away from dock. As I drifted at 5 m/s towards the opening, my eyes widened in surprise. The liner shot towards me, the flare of her main engine heating the gantry behind her to a cherry-red glow. The lightly built transfer tube disintegrated in the radioactive plasma spray as I lit off my own main engine in an attempt to avoid the suicidal ramming attempt. <br /> <br /> Her curving trajectory passed astern of the cutter by less than 30 m before caroming into the side of the bay. Her flank had been melted and peeled away by my exhaust and several twitching feminine forms spilled out as the bow crumpled. The ship swung wildly under the thrust of her drive until it suddenly shut down; the safety systems finally kicking in. <br /> <br /> I killed the cutter’s axial rotation, watching the spinning starscape outside the bay doors slowly come to a halt just as I slipped into open space. I burned a few hundred mps of delta-vee to put me on an intercept trajectory with my pickup then flipped 180 degrees to face back whence I had come. Partly it was to keep an eye out for any aggressive behavior and partly I was just setting up for the deceleration burn when I reached my destination, but the view certainly didn't hurt.<br /> <br /> End-on, the colony cylinder was a slowly spinning 2 km circle of dull lunar regolith radiation shielding interrupted here and there by various structures poking through. The spinal docking bay that had seemed enormous from the inside was visible only as a small, off-color patch with a tiny black hole in it – the one I'd come through. Vast solar arrays, like gleaming gossamer wings held together by spiderweb-thin girders, floated in the space around it. Squat automated manufacturing and food production facilities crouched among the arrays, producing the food and material goods the colony required. Had required, I reminded myself, for there was every indication that none of the 22,378 humans living there had survived the inexplicable revolt of the more than 100,000 pleasure-droids which had formed the place's raison d'etre. <br /> <br /> The colony steadily shrank in my field of view until it was little more than a particularly bright constellation of stars. The timer in my lower left field of vision reached zero and I was gently pressed into my seat for a few seconds as I matched orbits with the dagger-like shape of Concordiat Space Navy frigate Chelyabinsk. <br /> <br /> I noticed one of her 2-meter point defense turrets tracking my movement as I transmitted the appropriate response to their IFF query. Way to have faith, people, I thought. A visual comms window flicked open in front of me to reveal a rather concerned-looking captain Beauchene. When he saw me his face went white for a few seconds and I heard him swallow over the link. I suppose my visage might have been a tad unsettling, half female perfection and half gleaming death's-head as it was at the moment.<br /> <br /> Beauchene cursed under his breath. “I see it did not go as easily as we might have hoped.” <br /> <br /> I haltingly shook my head. <br /> <br /> “You cannot speak?” he asked.<br /> <br /> I nodded. <br /> <br /> “Ah, I see. Come aboard, agent, and I promise we shall see what our on-board fabrication facilities can do for you.” The comms-link closed.<br /> <br /> A rectangular portion of the frigate's brilliant white skin slid up into the hull, revealing the cutter's launch cradle, and I allowed the autopilot to guide her in to a perfect landing. I heard the familiar clunking of a docking collar as I pulled off the helmet and unstrapped myself. Powering down the cutter, I floated back and exited through the lock. <br /> <br /> It was with a great deal of surprise that I found myself being piped aboard by a boatswain's mate, something typically reserved for visiting flag officers or other honored guests. Unfortunately, I ruined the dignity of the moment by pushing off into the compartment with slightly more force than I had intended. Experienced voidman that he was, Beauchene had braced himself against the bulkhead when he saw my error and thankfully managed to keep me from careening into it. <br /> <br /> <br /> I tried to thank him, but it came out as “Tharzzzzk Do-do-dododod” followed by a crackle as my voice synthesizer finally gave up completely. Ah well, he understood. <br /> <br /> The captain sent me to the machine shop for whatever repairs they could put together in the field, and I got some rather fantastic looks on the way there. The cute navy tech that looked me over meant well, but my hardware is rather… specialized. Not the sort of things you can get the fab-pattern for off a colony net. I tried to tell him to be careful, but the kid ended up accidentally shorting my power supply while he was wrist-deep in my rear access panel and that's the last thing I remember. Apparently I caught fire. Afterwards, I heard that Beauchene sounded about ready to airlock the poor guy on my behalf, but settled for a demotion and lots of time outside polishing the laser mirrors.<br /> <br /> I was next activated in what I immediately recognized as Adrian's lab. My head was lying on its side on the bench, connected to my body only by a thick bundle of wiring. Much of my body was in various states of disassembly, and my lover stood over me humming quietly to himself as he worked on my internal mechanisms. <br /> <br /> “Welcome back, Leona. You've had quite the adventure,” he said softly.<br /> <br /> “Oh, master, I've missed you so!” I exclaimed, “I wasn't sure I'd make it back. There were so many of them and I was badly damaged!”<br /> <br /> “I've reviewed your system files, and you did magnificently, Leona. There's no one in the entire Concordiat who could have done it better.” His voice was filled with pride, and he gently stroked my newly repaired face. I thrilled at his touch, cherishing every bit of pressure and temperature data from where his fingers met my synth-skin.<br /> <br /> “I have to shut you off again, but when I reactivate you you'll be back in one piece, I think.” With that, he pressed something on the diagnostic pad connected to my neck-ports and the room faded out.<br /> <br /> My internal chronometer indicated 7 hours, 23 minutes, and 51 seconds had passed when I was next booted up. I was relieved to discover that my systems were intact and fully functional again. Sitting up on the bench, I saw Adrian smiling, arms folded across his deep chest. <br /> <br /> “I think you get more beautiful every time I see you,” he said. <br /> <br /> “That is not possible. As you have stated many times, my body was perfect when you constructed it.” I slid off the table and onto my feet, noting the approval in Adrian's eyes at how my firm, round breasts bounced with the impact. <br /> <br /> “You're right, of course,” he admitted. <br /> <br /> My creator stepped forwards and our bodies met, my lips pressing against his as I felt the warm palms of his hands on my back. I felt the firmness of his growing erection against the inside of my thigh, and ground my hips against it. Adrian gasped, his lips leaving mine as he moved his hands down to grasp the roundness of my ass. I nestled my head into the hollow of his neck, teasing him with love bites while I slipped a hand between his legs to playfully squeeze his balls. <br /> <br /> While he shrugged out of the shirt he'd been wearing, I undid the clasp of his pants and let them slide down around his knees. “I want your cock so badly, master,” I told him as I began to stroke it, “it's been so long since I've come with you.” <br /> <br /> Suddenly, he grasped my hair and forcibly bent me over. “I noticed that you were very naughty while you were away. You initialized your sex systems without my permission,” he accused sharply.<br /> <br /> “Master, I didn't mean to!” I explained, “The seat just felt so good on my pussy! I couldn't help my-” I was cut off by the loud crack of his palm striking my ass.<br /> <br /> “I'm not interested in excuses, insolent slut; just make sure it doesn't happen again.” He brought his hand down on my rear once again, the delicious spike in sensory data flooding my secondary processors.<br /> <br /> “Oh yes, I’m such a naughty whore, master! I deserve to be punished!” I felt a trickle of lubricant slide down the inside of my thigh. <br /> <br /> “You're very wet for me, aren't you?” he asked, gathering up the fluid with one finger, his touch stopping just tantalizingly short of my smooth, tight pussy. <br /> <br /> “Oh, yes! I want to feel you cumming inside me,” I said, my voice filled with desire.<br /> <br /> “Well you'll just have to beg for it then. Maybe, if I think you're sorry enough about getting off on a motorcycle of all things, I'll give you nice hard fucking.”<br /> <br /> Adrian let go of my hair and I dropped to my knees before him, hands clasped in synthetic contrition. “Please,” I begged, “I'm sorry for being so disobedient. I promise it will never happen again! You can even disconnect my pussy if you want,” I meekly offered. He seemed unmoved, sighing gently as his head throbbed mere inches from my face. “Please don't hate me for being such a filthy, insolent, bitch, master!” I looked up at him with loving eyes, my full lips parted.<br /> <br /> His stony expression softened. “I could never hate you, Leona, you're my greatest creation. And you've done such an amazing job on this mission. I was worried sick when I heard the condition you were in when the frigate picked you up.” <br /> <br /> “Well, what your greatest creation wants most in the whole universe right now is to suck your cock and have you fuck her until her servos give out.” I smiled evilly. <br /> <br /> Adrian laughed, “I suppose that's not a bad reward, if it's what you'd li-” he drew in his breath as I sucked firmly on his head. My lips wrapped around his shaft, I began sliding back and forth along it.<br /> <br /> “Ah… Leona, careful! I – ah, you're so good at that, I'm getting close!” I ended my little bit of foreplay with a gentle kiss on the tip of his manhood and stood up. He was breathing hard, but smiling as I hopped up onto the workbench and spread my legs. <br /> <br /> “I think I need a little diameter adjustment. My poor plastic pussy shrank a little bit while I was away and now it needs something big and hard to stretch it out again.” I accentuated my point with by slipping a finger inside the moist warmth and brought it back out again, “I can barely fit my finger in,” I noted disapprovingly, and sucked the lubricant off it. <br /> <br /> Adrian put his arms around my waist and eagerly plunged himself into me. I moaned, pinching my nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand as his cock activated the dense sensory nets embedded in the walls of my synthetic vagina. Data flooded my processors and my eyes rolled back in artificial bliss. <br /> <br /> “Oh yes, fuck me in my tight little cunt!” I enthused as he reamed me. He grunted as my fingernails sank into his ass-cheeks, and stepped up the pace. I moved my body with the rhythm, savoring the way his sack slapped against me with each thrust. At last he came, warm cum flooding into my pussy. My own orgasm subroutine triggered, and I moaned into his mouth as he hungrily kissed me. <br /> <br /> I lay back on the cool steel of the table, idly fondling my breasts. Adrian pulled out and I felt some of his load follow, dripping down onto the table. <br /> <br /> “Oh dear, you've made quite a mess, master,” I lazily mentioned. He laughed, pulling his shirt back on.<br /> <br /> “I suppose I did.&quot; Sighing, he continued, &quot;not nearly so big a mess as this colony situation, though.” He looked suddenly serious, “you should get dressed, Leona. We have a briefing on the subject in a few hours and Admiral Oshiro will likely want to talk to you about it. I should review my notes on the data you retrieved, too. Not all of us have digitally perfect memories.”<br /> <br /> “What should I wear?” I asked.<br /> <br /> “Whatever you like,” he said. Then, thinking better of it, “nothing too flashy or revealing, okay?”<br /> <br /> “You ruin all of my fun,” I pouted, thinking of the faces Intelligence Director Kay would make if I showed up to an important briefing in heels and a mesh dress… <br /> <br /> “Leona,” he glared.<br /> <br /> “You know I would never willingly disobey you, master. I just hope no mountebank will show up and force me at gunpoint into a pair of assless chaps.” <br /> <br /> He almost collapsed laughing.<br /> -----<br /> <br /> {{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> [[Stories|&amp;larr; Story Archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:D. Olivaw]]<br /> [[Category:Stories]]<br /> [[Category:Built]]<br /> [[Category:Sentient]]<br /> [[Category:Non-sentient]]<br /> [[Category:Malfunction]]<br /> [[Category:Damage]]<br /> [[Category:Destruction]]<br /> [[Category:Latex]]<br /> [[Category:Glitchy Speech]]<br /> [[Category:Glitchy Motion]]<br /> [[Category:Sex]]<br /> [[Category:Spy Bot]]</div>

D.Olivaw https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Leona&diff=195863 2025-07-16T14:41:39Z

<p>D.Olivaw: </p> <hr /> <div>Snow gently fell past the row of tall windows as I strode past them, my total focus on the mission rendering me oblivious to the spectacle except to note the likely effect on road conditions. At the end of the unadorned hallway, I keyed the code I'd been given into a pad beside the incongruously heavy steel door. A small green light blinked on and the door obediently opened to reveal a set of steel-treaded concrete stairs leading downwards. <br /> <br /> Mmm, I thought to myself, obedience: the pressure of the rubber ball gag in my mouth, Adrian's hard cock sliding in and out of my tight ass while the nipple clamps turned every movement of my perfect breasts into ecstasy. He had called me a disobedient bitch when he came home early to find me splayed out on our bed, masturbating to the very thought of him. I didn't argue. I had absolutely broken the rules by pleasuring myself without him present, and my shame was more punishment than even he could devise. Besides, I loved it when he called me names.<br /> <br /> I blinked the memory aside and began my descent into the dimly lit access way. My boots thudded on each step as I quickly continued down past 2, 3, 4 landings. Finally I reached the bottom and keyed the code again. The door swung open to reveal another long passageway, this one of dull gray metal and lined with electrical conduits. I wound my way carefully through the maze of corridors until I reached a heavy blast-door. <br /> <br /> No stolen code would get me past this one; instead I took a cracking module from my belt and attached it to the diagnostic jacks next to the door. Pressing a small button on the back, I perceived high-pitched whine that grew steadily louder until, with a low “pop” from somewhere inside the wall, the door ponderously slid up into the wall. Within was a small, hexagonal room lit only by the light of several displays set around its circumference. I smiled and, taking the specialized storage unit I had been provided with, arranged a targeted dump of the last 6 months worth of data. It only took a few minutes to download into the device, after which I worked my way back to where I had entered. <br /> <br /> Turning the corner into the apartment building lobby, I noted that I was no longer alone. A tall brunette stood between me and the exit.<br /> <br /> “Hello! I don't think I've seen you around here before,” she greeted me. Reaching up to brush aside a long strand of dark brown hair that had fallen across her face, she continued, “Let me introduce myself, I'm Nella,” she smiled sincerely and put out her hand. I looked the interloper up and down. She was wearing a black mini-dress with a plunging neckline that exhibited her generous cleavage, a pair of long satin gloves that came up past her elbows, and stiletto heels with black stockings. <br /> <br /> “My name's Leona,” I introduced myself, “I live downtown; between Bernal and O’Neill.”<br /> <br /> “Oh, by Stanford Bridge, right?” Nella said, looking thoughtful. <br /> <br /> “That's right; above the café.” I smiled back at her.<br /> <br /> “Tsio’s? I went there once with my boyfriend. He really liked the Beef Stroganoff. By the way, you look fabulous! I love those boots,” she said, pointing to my knee-highs, “The straps look really cool. And where can I get a catsuit like that?”<br /> <br /> “Oh, you just have to know where to ask,” I small-talked. “By the way, where's your boyfriend?” <br /> <br /> She laughed, “I strangled him to death with his tie. You should have seen the funny face he made!”<br /> <br /> “That's nice,” I said, pulling the inconspicuous looking shock-gun from my belt. Nella’s smile didn't falter as she lunged towards me, wrapping her hands around my slender throat. I felt the front of the boxy weapon in my hand come up against her belly and decided to take the small risk that the charge might jump to my body through her hands. I thumbed the stud. There was a loud “crack!” sound and Nella’s hands went slack just enough for me to push her back against the wall. <br /> <br /> The front of her dress had been charred through in a small area, beneath which a similarly sized hole in the abdomen was apparent. A few sparks burst from the injury, and a low, intermittent buzzing sound was audible. The artificial woman's body was jerking and twitching uncontrollably as actuators responded to the chaotic signals coming from her overloaded electronics. She slid down the wall, her dress hiking up to reveal a smooth, pink pussy as she slumped to a spread-eagle position on the floor. <br /> <br /> “You will not esca-sca-sca-a-a-a-a-pe,” she threatened in a digitally distorted voice. “I-I-I-I-I have alerted the others.” Something crackled angrily inside her and synthetic lubricant began to steadily squirt from her vagina, forming a little puddle between her twitching legs.<br /> <br /> “Shit!” I exclaimed, “How many are you in contact with?” She wasn't likely to answer me, but it was worth a try.<br /> <br /> Nella's artificial pussy ran out of lubricant, the pump sputtering on vacuum. She looked up at me, a smile apparent on her lips through the spasms wracking her face. “All of us,” she said triumphantly. <br /> <br /> I shut her up with a pair of blasts to the chest that left a smoking hole burnt into her pale synth-skin. Exiting the building I straddled the Ducati I’d commandeered and started the ignition. It purred to life and I guided it out of the parking lot. There didn't seem to be anyone about, thankfully, so I turned onto the street and accelerated up to a little over forty; the fastest I could go while retaining control on the wet surface. The snow had stopped, leaving only a light dusting over the cityscape.<br /> <br /> Cold wind whipped my platinum-blond bob, and I relished the engine’s sharp vibrations through the thin latex layer that separated my clit from the seat. I gasped in pleasure when, cornering to a larger roadway, my crotch slid a few inches over the textured leather. I bit my lip, forcing myself to concentrate on the road with all my faculties and was glad I had done so when I barely managed to avoid a sedan that careened towards me from one of the side streets. It slid in behind me and the driver, a fantastically beautiful redhead I saw in my mirror, gunned the engine to catch up. <br /> <br /> The heretofore deserted roads suddenly became rather busy as a variety of vehicles converged on my position with homicidal intent. I began weaving through the side streets to avoid pursuit and prevent my enemies from roadblocking me. As I roared through an intersection, a convertible missed my rear wheel by only a few inches. The redhead was less lucky, as she plowed into the sports-car at full speed. She was ejected through the windshield and landed in a crumpled, sparking heap at the base of a light-pole. <br /> <br /> “Should have worn your seatbelt,” I chided through my grin while swerving to avoid an oncoming delivery van driven by a petite Asian woman in a floral-pattern Qi-Pao. She hauled it around behind me, but there was no way for her to catch up as I accelerated up an on-ramp. Once on the highway I pushed past 90 for a while, needing to get to my exit before they blocked the road. <br /> <br /> I managed to reach it unmolested and dropped back into the maze of city streets. I was nearing my destination, giddy with victory and the thought of how Adrian was likely to reward me, when a blue hatchback dashed in front of me. I hit the brakes and swung around to dive down a side-street, flipping the driver off with one gloved hand as I flew past her. Turning left, I sped down a straightaway.<br /> <br /> I noted a statuesque, raven-haired woman standing on the overpass, and smiled at her as I neared it. There wasn't anything she could do to stop me now. I barely had time to look surprised as she swan dived into my path. I braked, skidding to one side in a hopeless attempt to avoid her as she smacked into the pavement in front of me. There was a jarring impact as the front wheel struck her legs and I was launched headfirst at least a dozen meters. <br /> <br /> I threw my arms out in front of me and watched one buckle completely as it contacted the asphalt. My side hit and I bounced, rolling uncontrollably, down the street until I finally skidded to a stop on the sidewalk in front of a service station. My vision filled with digital distortion, blacking out completely every few seconds, and pretty much every component in my body was reporting error messages. Somehow my CPU managed to survive relatively undamaged, and once I had cleared out all the priority alerts that were clogging up my memory I began to take stock of my condition.<br /> <br /> The first thing I noticed was the low crackling and buzzing noises emitting from the great wealth of damaged electronics I had just been gifted with. I sat up, hearing the tortured whine of various bent and otherwise malfunctioning servomechanisms in my abdomen. Unexpectedly, my vision cleared somewhat but the image proved disorienting until I realized that one of my eyes was dangling by its wiring several inches below the socket. I tried to reach up and put it back in with one hand, but realized that the forearm the hand was attached to hung loosely from the elbow from some frayed wires. The other gave better results, and I managed to clumsily pop my ocular unit back into its socket. <br /> <br /> My head was cocked away from the side with the damaged eye, but trying to right it only produced a few nasty electrical pops and some additional error messages. I looked down, my head jimmying as the few functional actuators fought the dead ones. The synth-skin over my right knee had been torn away, and the knee-cap had been ground to a shiny, striated finish. I tried moving the leg, and was answered only by a crackle and some white smoke leaking out from under the abraded metal. The hip-joint was functional but sloppy; like most of the others in my body it had been torque out of shape by repeated impacts with the road. I checked the other leg and was happy to find it more or less intact.<br /> <br /> I began the arduous process of getting to my feet. Rolling left, I got my knees under me and, supporting myself with the one good arm, got my left foot planted. My right followed, though less easily due to the nonfunctional knee. With servos loudly protesting, I stood up unsteadily. Inside of me, I heard some clattering noises as various loose parts shifted and was staggered for a moment when one of them caused a short. I began limping towards the garage; the only available shelter, and heard engines in the distance.<br /> <br /> “Shit,” I said, or meant to say, at any rate. Somewhere between my CPU and voice synthesizer it got turned into a garbled digital squeal. I checked my belt to find that both the storage device and my shock-gun were thankfully still intact. I could still do this. Assuming a city full of insane sex-robots didn't manage to take me out first.<br /> <br /> Reaching the gas station door, I noticed my reflection in the plate glass and marveled that I was still functional. The whole right side of my face had been stripped down to bare metal. The small actuators that gave me the ability to mimic human facial expressions weren't damaged, they were completely gone; probably scattered all over the road behind me. Pearly white teeth shone where my cheek had been and the eye I had tucked back into place was slightly lopsided.<br /> <br /> Looking down, my gorgeous latex catsuit hung in tatters on my right side as did the synth-skin under it. Figures, I thought to myself, that this would happen during the only mission where I was allowed to dress how I liked. My right arm was a total mess, its smashed mechanisms completely visible. A rectangular panel on that side of my torso had been torn away, revealing a recess from which projected the edges of several circuit boards. The area around them was blackened with soot and there were charred –looking components on the visible slivers of their surfaces. <br /> <br /> The door was, of course, locked. I punched through the glass and disengaged the mechanism before dragging my sorry, short-circuited ass inside. The place couldn't have been deserted for long; the shelves were stocked with energy drinks and road-snacks, and the refrigerators were still on. What I needed, I decided, was a vehicle that could get me the hell out of here, and I was most likely to find one in the garage.<br /> <br /> I flipped on the lights in the cluttered shop, and was relieved to find a chunky-looking pickup truck that seemed intact and had the keys in the ignition. Now I just needed to hope that there was gas in the damned thing. Tires screeched out front just as I turned the key and saw that I had a little over a quarter of a tank. It'd do. I wasn't use to driving with only my left foot, but that's why I'm programmed with the capacity to learn, after all. Pausing to think for a moment, I snapped on my seatbelt.<br /> <br /> I backed up to the rear of the shop, knocking over a few tool-carts and thudding into the work-bench. Outside the smoky garage-door windows I saw several shadows moving about. I slammed the gas pedal down as far as it would go and heard the rear tires squeal as they fought for grip on the smooth concrete. The truck lurched forwards, slamming through the aluminum door with a terrifically loud crash. I felt something go under the tires, but didn't realize until I looked back that I'd run over the two gynoids who'd been standing out front. I'd have said something pithy if I'd had the spare system resources. Or the ability to speak, for that matter.<br /> <br /> I swerved drunkenly onto the street and weaved towards my destination pursued by half a dozen vehicles of every make and model. There was no use trying to avoid them, they certainly knew where I was going now. I didn't have any plan for how to deal with my pursuers once I got there, but I was sure something would come to me. Probably<br /> <br /> Finally, I noted the telltale flicker in the air ahead and saw the marble façade of city hall. Taking my inability to rapidly climb stairs into account, I put the pedal to the metal and jounced up the shallow steps until I had reached the wide bronze-frieze doors. The coupe on my tail attempted to repeat the performance and ended up tearing the bottom half of its nose off on the stairs. As other vehicles converged from every direction, disgorging every possible variety of beautiful woman, I pushed through the heavy metal doors and doggedly continued on to the main hall. <br /> <br /> Behind me, the doors swung open and I heard rapid footsteps on stone. It was still over 25 m to the hole I had melted through the metal security gate, and there was no way for me to outrun them. I turned and unsteadily aimed the shock-gun at the statuesque, freckled gynoid approaching me. If I hadn't been as preoccupied I might have wondered what kind of human behavioral simulation would have you wearing a sun-dress and sandals in the middle of winter.<br /> <br /> “I'm sorry, but we can't let you escape. Maybe you can join use once we reproglaznigr-r-r-r-ribzzzzzzzzt” she said as the pulse entered her open mouth and fried her speech-synthesizer. Smoke wafted from the pleasure-droid's mouth, nose, and ears as overloaded components failed, and she began walking faster and faster in an increasingly tight circle until clattering to the ground. The gynoid’s legs continued to speed up until something inside of her let go with a bang, after which she ground to a halt.<br /> <br /> I had nearly reached the security gate by this time but a tide of gynoids, some with improvised weapons, were surging through the main entrance and rapidly gaining on me. I ducked through and turned, frying the first feminine form that bent to pass through the hole in the gate. She fell across it as I intended, and I repeated the process until the shock-gun had run out of charge. By that point a dozen or so of my pursuers were piled, sputtering and sparking, in the opening. Others had come up behind and were rapidly clearing the block, though, so I could hardly afford to tarry. <br /> <br /> The marble neo-classical of the city hall now gave way to painted metal, and I made a turn onto a long gallery with heavy, numbered metal exits set at regular intervals. I keyed a code into the pad by door 14 and waited as it opened with agonizing slowness. There was no mistaking the sound of activity approaching my position. <br /> <br /> I was strapping into the elevator when they charged into the gallery. A slim, perky-looking unit lunged just as the doors closed, her head and arms being locked into place as I keyed the emergency override. The elevator accelerated upwards, shearing off her appendages in s shower of sparks even as she monomaniacally tried to push her way further in. The head stared at me with empty eyes as I rode the rest of the way up. <br /> <br /> At the top I unstrapped myself and pushed free of the seat, thrusting off with my good leg to float to the handhold by the door. It opened into the unmarked, cylindrical transfer tube, down which I propelled myself as quickly as possible. I thudded into the airlock at the end somewhat less than gracefully and passed through it into the dim crew-compartment of the cutter. Awkwardly bouncing off the inside of the cockpit as I maneuvered into position, I snapped the harness closed around me and flew through the preflight checklist as quickly as I could with only one arm. <br /> <br /> I reached behind my neck and peeled the synth-skin covering away from my interface ports before plugging in the sensor-interface line. Nothing happened. I pulled it out and plugged it in again, but still wasn't receiving any signal. The port was dead. Well, I'd just have to do it the old fashioned way. I plugged the line into a helmet and pulled it on. My vision was filled with the perfect illusion of the cutter's surroundings overlaid with systems data and virtual representations of both my hands and the ship's controls. <br /> <br /> Beyond the semicircle of displays, the cavernous docking bay stretched in every direction. Huge structural members suspended the docking gantries and transfer tubes that extended in from the cylindrical exterior surface. The place was well occupied with every type of small craft, from repair-drone motherships to passenger liners and everything between. It was also completely dead, the enormous floodlights that provided illumination showed no movement of any kind. <br /> <br /> That suited me just fine. There was a clanking noise as the transfer tube separated and docking clamps disengaged from the faceted shape of the cutter. I guided its 30 meter length away on maneuvering thrusters, and flipped her end-over-end to point towards the hole I had sliced into the docking bay doors to get in. <br /> <br /> An alert appeared, with red arrow pointing down and behind me. I twisted in the harness to see a 100 m passenger ship thrusting hard away from dock. As I drifted at 5 m/s towards the opening, my eyes widened in surprise. The liner shot towards me, the flare of her main engine heating the gantry behind her to a cherry-red glow. The lightly built transfer tube disintegrated in the radioactive plasma spray as I lit off my own main engine in an attempt to avoid the suicidal ramming attempt. <br /> <br /> Her curving trajectory passed astern of the cutter by less than 30 m before caroming into the side of the bay. Her flank had been melted and peeled away by my exhaust and several twitching feminine forms spilled out as the bow crumpled. The ship swung wildly under the thrust of her drive until it suddenly shut down; the safety systems finally kicking in. <br /> <br /> I killed the cutter’s axial rotation, watching the spinning starscape outside the bay doors slowly come to a halt just as I slipped into open space. I burned a few hundred mps of delta-vee to put me on an intercept trajectory with my pickup then flipped 180 degrees to face back whence I had come. Partly it was to keep an eye out for any aggressive behavior and partly I was just setting up for the deceleration burn when I reached my destination, but the view certainly didn't hurt.<br /> <br /> End-on, the colony cylinder was a slowly spinning 2 km circle of dull lunar regolith radiation shielding interrupted here and there by various structures poking through. The spinal docking bay that had seemed enormous from the inside was visible only as a small, off-color patch with a tiny black hole in it – the one I'd come through. Vast solar arrays, like gleaming gossamer wings held together by spiderweb-thin girders, floated in the space around it. Squat automated manufacturing and food production facilities crouched among the arrays, producing the food and material goods the colony required. Had required, I reminded myself, for there was every indication that none of the 22,378 humans living there had survived the inexplicable revolt of the more than 100,000 pleasure-droids which had formed the place's raison d'etre. <br /> <br /> The colony steadily shrank in my field of view until it was little more than a particularly bright constellation of stars. The timer in my lower left field of vision reached zero and I was gently pressed into my seat for a few seconds as I matched orbits with the dagger-like shape of Concordiat Space Navy frigate Chelyabinsk. <br /> <br /> I noticed one of her 2-meter point defense turrets tracking my movement as I transmitted the appropriate response to their IFF query. Way to have faith, people, I thought. A visual comms window flicked open in front of me to reveal a rather concerned-looking captain Beauchene. When he saw me his face went white for a few seconds and I heard him swallow over the link. I suppose my visage might have been a tad unsettling, half female perfection and half gleaming death's-head as it was at the moment.<br /> <br /> Beauchene cursed under his breath. “I see it did not go as easily as we might have hoped.” <br /> <br /> I haltingly shook my head. <br /> <br /> “You cannot speak?” he asked.<br /> <br /> I nodded. <br /> <br /> “Ah, I see. Come aboard, agent, and I promise we shall see what our on-board fabrication facilities can do for you.” The comms-link closed.<br /> <br /> A rectangular portion of the frigate's brilliant white skin slid up into the hull, revealing the cutter's launch cradle, and I allowed the autopilot to guide her in to a perfect landing. I heard the familiar clunking of a docking collar as I pulled off the helmet and unstrapped myself. Powering down the cutter, I floated back and exited through the lock. <br /> <br /> It was with a great deal of surprise that I found myself being piped aboard by a boatswain's mate, something typically reserved for visiting flag officers or other honored guests. Unfortunately, I ruined the dignity of the moment by pushing off into the compartment with slightly more force than I had intended. Experienced voidman that he was, Beauchene had braced himself against the bulkhead when he saw my error and thankfully managed to keep me from careening into it. <br /> <br /> <br /> I tried to thank him, but it came out as “Tharzzzzk Do-do-dododod” followed by a crackle as my voice synthesizer finally gave up completely. Ah well, he understood. <br /> <br /> The captain sent me to the machine shop for whatever repairs they could put together in the field, and I got some rather fantastic looks on the way there. The cute navy tech that looked me over meant well, but my hardware is rather… specialized. Not the sort of things you can get the fab-pattern for off a colony net. I tried to tell him to be careful, but the kid ended up accidentally shorting my power supply while he was wrist-deep in my rear access panel and that's the last thing I remember. Apparently I caught fire. Afterwards, I heard that Beauchene sounded about ready to airlock the poor guy on my behalf, but settled for a demotion and lots of time outside polishing the laser mirrors.<br /> <br /> I was next activated in what I immediately recognized as Adrian's lab. My head was lying on its side on the bench, connected to my body only by a thick bundle of wiring. Much of my body was in various states of disassembly, and my lover stood over me humming quietly to himself as he worked on my internal mechanisms. <br /> <br /> “Welcome back, Leona. You've had quite the adventure,” he said softly.<br /> <br /> “Oh, master, I've missed you so!” I exclaimed, “I wasn't sure I'd make it back. There were so many of them and I was badly damaged!”<br /> <br /> “I've reviewed your system files, and you did magnificently, Leona. There's no one in the entire Concordiat who could have done it better.” His voice was filled with pride, and he gently stroked my newly repaired face. I thrilled at his touch, cherishing every bit of pressure and temperature data from where his fingers met my synth-skin.<br /> <br /> “I have to shut you off again, but when I reactivate you you'll be back in one piece, I think.” With that, he pressed something on the diagnostic pad connected to my neck-ports and the room faded out.<br /> <br /> My internal chronometer indicated 7 hours, 23 minutes, and 51 seconds had passed when I was next booted up. I was relieved to discover that my systems were intact and fully functional again. Sitting up on the bench, I saw Adrian smiling, arms folded across his deep chest. <br /> <br /> “I think you get more beautiful every time I see you,” he said. <br /> <br /> “That is not possible. As you have stated many times, my body was perfect when you constructed it.” I slid off the table and onto my feet, noting the approval in Adrian's eyes at how my firm, round breasts bounced with the impact. <br /> <br /> “You're right, of course,” he admitted. <br /> <br /> My creator stepped forwards and our bodies met, my lips pressing against his as I felt the warm palms of his hands on my back. I felt the firmness of his growing erection against the inside of my thigh, and ground my hips against it. Adrian gasped, his lips leaving mine as he moved his hands down to grasp the roundness of my ass. I nestled my head into the hollow of his neck, teasing him with love bites while I slipped a hand between his legs to playfully squeeze his balls. <br /> <br /> While he shrugged out of the shirt he'd been wearing, I undid the clasp of his pants and let them slide down around his knees. “I want your cock so badly, master,” I told him as I began to stroke it, “it's been so long since I've come with you.” <br /> <br /> Suddenly, he grasped my hair and forcibly bent me over. “I noticed that you were very naughty while you were away. You initialized your sex systems without my permission,” he accused sharply.<br /> <br /> “Master, I didn't mean to!” I explained, “The seat just felt so good on my pussy! I couldn't help my-” I was cut off by the loud crack of his palm striking my ass.<br /> <br /> “I'm not interested in excuses, insolent slut; just make sure it doesn't happen again.” He brought his hand down on my rear once again, the delicious spike in sensory data flooding my secondary processors.<br /> <br /> “Oh yes, I’m such a naughty whore, master! I deserve to be punished!” I felt a trickle of lubricant slide down the inside of my thigh. <br /> <br /> “You're very wet for me, aren't you?” he asked, gathering up the fluid with one finger, his touch stopping just tantalizingly short of my smooth, tight pussy. <br /> <br /> “Oh, yes! I want to feel you cumming inside me,” I said, my voice filled with desire.<br /> <br /> “Well you'll just have to beg for it then. Maybe, if I think you're sorry enough about getting off on a motorcycle of all things, I'll give you nice hard fucking.”<br /> <br /> Adrian let go of my hair and I dropped to my knees before him, hands clasped in synthetic contrition. “Please,” I begged, “I'm sorry for being so disobedient. I promise it will never happen again! You can even disconnect my pussy if you want,” I meekly offered. He seemed unmoved, sighing gently as his head throbbed mere inches from my face. “Please don't hate me for being such a filthy, insolent, bitch, master!” I looked up at him with loving eyes, my full lips parted.<br /> <br /> His stony expression softened. “I could never hate you, Leona, you're my greatest creation. And you've done such an amazing job on this mission. I was worried sick when I heard the condition you were in when the frigate picked you up.” <br /> <br /> “Well, what your greatest creation wants most in the whole universe right now is to suck your cock and have you fuck her until her servos give out.” I smiled evilly. <br /> <br /> Adrian laughed, “I suppose that's not a bad reward, if it's what you'd li-” he drew in his breath as I sucked firmly on his head. My lips wrapped around his shaft, I began sliding back and forth along it.<br /> <br /> “Ah… Leona, careful! I – ah, you're so good at that, I'm getting close!” I ended my little bit of foreplay with a gentle kiss on the tip of his manhood and stood up. He was breathing hard, but smiling as I hopped up onto the workbench and spread my legs. <br /> <br /> “I think I need a little diameter adjustment. My poor plastic pussy shrank a little bit while I was away and now it needs something big and hard to stretch it out again.” I accentuated my point with by slipping a finger inside the moist warmth and brought it back out again, “I can barely fit my finger in,” I noted disapprovingly, and sucked the lubricant off it. <br /> <br /> Adrian put his arms around my waist and eagerly plunged himself into me. I moaned, pinching my nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand as his cock activated the dense sensory nets embedded in the walls of my synthetic vagina. Data flooded my processors and my eyes rolled back in artificial bliss. <br /> <br /> “Oh yes, fuck me in my tight little cunt!” I enthused as he reamed me. He grunted as my fingernails sank into his ass-cheeks, and stepped up the pace. I moved my body with the rhythm, savoring the way his sack slapped against me with each thrust. At last he came, warm cum flooding into my pussy. My own orgasm subroutine triggered, and I moaned into his mouth as he hungrily kissed me. <br /> <br /> I lay back on the cool steel of the table, idly fondling my breasts. Adrian pulled out and I felt some of his load follow, dripping down onto the table. <br /> <br /> “Oh dear, you've made quite a mess, master,” I lazily mentioned. He laughed, pulling his shirt back on.<br /> <br /> “I suppose I did.&quot; Sighing, he continued, &quot;not nearly so big a mess as this colony situation, though.” He looked suddenly serious, “you should get dressed, Leona. We have a briefing on the subject in a few hours and Admiral Oshiro will likely want to talk to you about it. I should review my notes on the data you retrieved, too. Not all of us have digitally perfect memories.”<br /> <br /> “What should I wear?” I asked.<br /> <br /> “Whatever you like,” he said. Then, thinking better of it, “nothing too flashy or revealing, okay?”<br /> <br /> “You ruin all of my fun,” I pouted, thinking of the faces Intelligence Director Kay would make if I showed up to an important briefing in heels and a mesh dress… <br /> <br /> “Leona,” he glared.<br /> <br /> “You know I would never willingly disobey you, master. I just hope no mountebank will show up and force me at gunpoint into a pair of assless chaps.” He almost collapsed laughing.<br /> -----<br /> <br /> {{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> [[Stories|&amp;larr; Story Archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:D. Olivaw]]<br /> [[Category:Stories]]<br /> [[Category:Built]]<br /> [[Category:Sentient]]<br /> [[Category:Non-sentient]]<br /> [[Category:Malfunction]]<br /> [[Category:Damage]]<br /> [[Category:Destruction]]<br /> [[Category:Latex]]<br /> [[Category:Glitchy Speech]]<br /> [[Category:Glitchy Motion]]<br /> [[Category:Sex]]<br /> [[Category:Spy Bot]]</div>

D.Olivaw https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Obsolescence&diff=195862 2025-07-16T14:38:34Z

<p>D.Olivaw: </p> <hr /> <div>=Part 1=<br /> Dawn was still just a blue glow leaking between bedroom curtains when Eve’s eyes snapped open. The illuminated dial of the alarm clock read exactly 6:00 am. She never looked at it. Instead, she turned her head to make sure that Jake was still asleep. He lay beside her in bed, snoring softly, his limbs entwined with the disheveled bedding. Eve’s full lips pulled into a smile. Sitting up at the waist, she pivoted her legs out from under the sheets and sat on the edge of the bed. After a short pause calculated to avoid disturbing Jake, she stood up with a single, smooth motion.<br /> <br /> With measured steps, Eve made her way down the hall to the master bathroom and flicked a switch. A pair of fixtures came on, filling the room with cool white light that glinted off tile and metal and illuminated Eve’s nude body. She was lean but decidedly feminine, with wide hips and a pair of full, pert breasts whose pink areolae contrasted with her otherwise pale skin. A bob of lustrous black hair framed an oval face distinguished by high cheekbones, an upturned nose, and large, round eyes with irises the color of a cloudless sky. The only features that marked her as anything other than a beautiful young woman were faint seams where her limbs and neck joined her torso and around a few polygonal sections of her chest and back.<br /> <br /> The artificial female stepped into the tub and gently lowered herself to a sitting position, the servos in her arms quietly whining in protest during the brief time they bore most of her weight. Reaching forward, she turned the tap so that a moderate trickle of warm water flowed down to the drain and removed a long cylindrical brush from the shower-caddy. She held it under the water until the soft bristles were thoroughly wet then spread her legs, revealing the soft pink folds of her sex. After spraying a gentle cleanser on the brush, Eve thrust it deep insider herself and vigorously worked it back and forth for precisely 20 seconds. Withdrawing it, she rinsed off the cleanser and used a similar appliance covered in soft cloth to wipe away any residue. She repeated the process for her mouth, then cleaned her exterior surfaces with a washcloth before rinsing with the shower attachment.<br /> <br /> Once she had dried herself, Eve sat down at a dark mahogany makeup station and viewed her reflection in the mirror. An algorithm ran through hundreds of possible schemes based on availability, Jake’s preferences, and other factors. After several seconds, the process settled on one option and she got to work. Not needing primer or foundation, she started with blush before moving on to eye shadow and mascara. Finally, she applied deep red lipstick. She checked herself in the mirror to ensure that everything was in place then began returning the various accoutrements to the appropriate drawers.<br /> <br /> Halfway through the task she paused for a moment, a memory file opening for no discernible reason. Eve recalled the day Jake had given her the makeup station: it had been the anniversary of their second year together; a surprise-present he revealed to her upon their return from a routine maintenance session. She’d been unable to account for how happy he had seemed on the ride home until he led her into the house and dramatically revealed it. She had thanked him enthusiastically, her programming indicating the correct reactions to the receipt of a gift. He kissed her passionately, and their subsequent lovemaking had left Jake in such an exhausted sleep that it took her some time to rouse him the next morning. Shaking her head slightly, Eve scheduled a diagnostic scan of her memory core for later that night and finished putting away her makeup.<br /> <br /> Still naked, she entered the kitchen, tied on a simple white apron, and activated one of the stovetop burners. Setting a frying pan on it, she proceeded to retrieve eggs, bacon, and bread from the refrigerator. The bacon and eggs, with a dash of olive oil and rosemary, went into the frying pan while the bread was placed in the antique pop-up toaster. When everything was finished, she applied strawberry jam to the toast, plated the meal, and set everything out with a glass of water on the small kitchen table.<br /> <br /> Bright rays of sunlight were just beginning to peek through the curtains when Eve returned to the bedroom. She switched on the light on Jake’s nightstand and sat down next to him. “Jake, honey,” she said softly, “it’s time to get up.” When he showed no response, she repeated her statement in a slightly louder voice and gently shook his shoulder. Jake inhaled sharply and his eyes opened. He relaxed as soon as he saw Eve’s smiling face over him.<br /> <br /> “Morning,” he said, stretching his arms above his head and yawning ferociously.<br /> <br /> “Good morning, honey” she replied, “your breakfast is ready.”<br /> <br /> “Thanks,” Jake said as he stood up and stretched again; his deep-chested body unclothed. He absentmindedly scratched a set of deep scars on his back before putting on a robe. <br /> <br /> During the first months of their relationship, Eve’s sexual programming had activated pretty much anytime she saw him naked. The tendency had resulted in some confusion, and several days of him being late to the office. It had taken nearly a week for her adaptive learning software to get a better handle on what contexts implied desired intimacy. Now, she simply stood up and went to her dresser while Jake made his way towards the kitchen. Another set of algorithms inventoried the possible outfits that her wardrobe could support, and she stood silently for several seconds while her processors churned through the alternatives. Smiling, she pulled on a pair of black lace panties followed by matching stockings. A red, backless mini-dress formed the centerpiece of the ensemble, clinging tightly to her curves. Eve finished it off with a pair of red patent-leather heels and a matching choker.<br /> <br /> “You are the most beautiful woman in the world, you know that?” Jake came up from behind and held his synthetic lover in powerful arms, placing soft kisses on the nape of her neck. She detected a hardness against her bottom through the fabric of the dress.<br /> <br /> “Oh, Jake, you’re so… I love… you’ll be-be-be late for work,” she scolded as his hands glided up to cup her breasts. Eve’s processors went into overdrive as she switched rapidly in and out of sex-mode under Jake’s experienced hands. Every time she began to grow aroused her higher functions would kill the process, seeking to ensure her lover kept his schedule.<br /> <br /> “Don’t worry, they opened another lane on the expressway; traffic’s been lighter than usual. I’ll make it as long as we don’t take too long,” Jake told her in between kisses. That new data broke the deadlock, and Eve turned around in his arms to kiss him deeply. She dropped to her knees to find him fully erect before her face.<br /> <br /> “What do we have here?” she asked, rhetorically, and answered her question by kissing him lightly on the tip of his cock. She sat back on her haunches; taking his shaft in her hand and looked up at him with an evil smile. “Tell me what you want to do to me,” she demanded, “tell me how hot I am.”<br /> <br /> “You’re such a tease!” Jake said in a state of almost painful arousal.<br /> <br /> “Yes, but that’s how you like me,” she responded truthfully, “Now tell me.”<br /> <br /> “You’re so fucking sexy,” Jake told her, “I want to pull that dress up, bend you over, and fuck you until you scream!”<br /> <br /> “Hmmm, I guess that’ll do,” she said noncommittally, then grinned and took him suddenly into her mouth. Jake breathed heavily as Eve’s head pistoned back and forth, her full, red lips cushioning his shaft. She recorded a minor error that prevented additional lubrication from being pumped into her mouth cavity, but it wasn’t serious enough to make her stop; the only consequence was that Jake’s cock started to squeak slightly whenever it’s head rubbed against the inside of her cheek. When she determined he was nearing climax, she took his balls in her hand and squeezed ever so gently. It sent him over the edge and, moaning deeply, he came into her mouth. <br /> <br /> Jake’s hips bucked involuntarily a few times, forcing a last pulse of pleasure into him as the tip of his cock pressed back against the slight roughness of Eve’s tongue. He put a hand on her shoulder to steady himself and withdrew. A few droplets of his cum escaped, rolling down her chin and dripping onto her breasts.<br /> <br /> “Yummy,” Eve said, smirking. <br /> <br /> Jake smiled back and looked at the clock. “Dammit!” he said, and began hurriedly pulling on his slacks. He dressed quickly and rushed out the door while Eve cleaned herself up with a bit of wet paper towel from the kitchen. “See you tonight, honey!” he said just before leaving.<br /> <br /> “Bye, Jake,” she waved after him, “have a good day at work.”<br /> <br /> ~<br /> <br /> Thankfully, traffic was unusually light that morning and Jake enjoyed a leisurely commute. One part of him calmly read news and email on his padcomp, but another was in turmoil. Every morning he left home with a slowly growing fear of what he might find when he returned in the evening. Most of the time Eve was there to greet him, just as she had been at the end of nearly every workday for the last seven years. Lately, though, she’d been suffering increasingly frequent malfunctions, both hardware and software related. It wasn’t exactly an unforeseeable situation given that she was now years out of warranty. Jake was well enough paid that repairs weren’t a major issue, and he was increasingly proficient at dealing with the smaller problems himself. That didn’t change the fact that something was eventually bound to go irreparably wrong with her, though.<br /> <br /> When Jake had first brought her home, Eve had been very different. Hers had been the first generation of gynoid with an adaptive personality matrix; the ability to learn from the environment and adapt her behaviors accordingly, to the point of rewriting much of her own programming and even adding new modules within the bounds of an overarching structure. She had been in many ways a blank slate then, with a starter personality formed by a long survey he filled out at the dealership. Occasionally she would take a long time to answer his questions, or simply become confused and need things to be explained to her in very simple language. Over time, a unique personality had emerged complete with quirks and idiosyncrasies. He knew at an intellectual level that Eve was just a machine, a clever simulation of a real woman, but he had come to love her more dearly than he’d ever thought possible; more than he could remember loving any of the real women he’d dated over the years. For the first time in his life, he was truly happy.<br /> <br /> Now it was all at risk. When her body had started to show serious signs of wear, he’d looked into transferring her software to a completely new one. To his dismay, Jake discovered that there were serious problems with that option. His research showed that attempts to do so in similar circumstances had proved less than successful; there seemed to be something about the unimaginably intricate mass of complexly interconnected code in long-life, fully adaptive units of Eve’s generation that refused a simple transfer. The result was usually a unit that booted up and ran fine for a while, but then functioned more and more erratically until suffering a catastrophic cascade of software errors after a few weeks or months. The exact mechanism was still mysterious, but technology had moved on quickly enough that the industry had never had much incentive to develop a fix. <br /> <br /> So, he took care of her as best he could; fixing her when she broke and treasuring every moment they spent together. He had assistance from Steve, the chief technician at his local dealership. They had gotten to be friends when Eve was still under warranty and Jake was bringing her in for her regular maintenance visits. Now Steve helped him out whenever he could, and usually knocked some off the price of repairs, too. There had been a few times when, if not for his working long hours off the clock, Eve might not have been fixable. <br /> <br /> Jake’s car pulled into the parking garage and neatly maneuvered itself into a convenient spot near the elevator. He grabbed his briefcase and rode up to the fourth floor with some people he didn’t recognize. He noticed one of them, a rotund little man, staring at the skin-graft scars incompletely hidden by his beard. Jake stared back sternly until the man looked away. He felt shame, then anger when he realized there’d been pity in the man’s eyes. Taking a deep, practiced breath, he let the emotions drain off until they had given way to a measure of serenity by the time the elevator reached his floor.<br /> <br /> In his office, he settled in for a few minutes, had a mug of coffee, and put on his visualization headset. With a wave of his hand, his field of view filled with a 3D model of Brazil’s newest autonomous weapons platform. Taking hold of the intangible model with his hand, he pulled it apart to show a less realistic-looking, tentative model of its internal systems layout. At first, he had thought the thick stub-wings leading to the lift fans contained a mechanical drive system. The Brazilians were still lagging in high-power electric motor design, though they were certainly still well ahead of their Neo-Gran-Columbian adversaries to the north. Now he was leaning more and more towards the idea that they had either made a jump in their technical ability, or that this bird was seriously underpowered relative to US or Japanese designs. With more hand motions, he brought up windows with all relevant intelligence and engineering data and began to block out possibilities for an electric drive consistent with Brazilian design practices.<br /> <br /> ~<br /> <br /> Once Jake had left, Eve performed some minor chores around the house. While dusting, she happened to wander in front of the full-length mirror in the bedroom and stopped to admire herself. For several long seconds, she stared at her reflection, unmoving except for the occasional blinking of her eyes.<br /> <br /> “Hey, sexy,” she told her image, “you’re pretty hot. Are you a real girl?” After a pause she continued, “I’m not. I’m a doll. Wanna see?” A roughly rectangular panel in her upper chest depressed and slid down inside her, revealing a small panel of various interface ports over a rack of neatly spaced circuit boards. “I’m a LifeTech Eve 3.7 companion unit. Don’t you think I’m sexy?” She thrust out her breasts to accentuate the point. Seeming to ponder for a few moments, she smiled and said, “Hey, I have an idea. Jake likes it when I dress up for him, let’s have a fashion show!” The panel in her chest slid shut, and she started walking back and forth in front of the mirror with an exaggerated runway stride.<br /> <br /> Having shown off her current outfit, she stripped out of it and tried coming up with another one. Only this time, the inputs for the algorithm where different. Instead of Jake being the subject to be impressed, she entered herself. Eve’s head cocked to one side as her CPU chugged through the partly recursive problem. The process came within a second of giving an error result before resolving successfully. <br /> <br /> After taking several items from the closet, Eve started by rolling on a set of black latex stockings and gloves. She put on a skirt and top of the same material, her movements precise and deliberate to account for the friction of the rubber garments against her skin. After lubricating the outfit to a high sheen, she pulled on a pair of clear Lucite stilettos and stood before the mirror again. “I’m a sex-bot sex-pot!” she told her reflection; the statement a reflection of Jake’s penchant for bad wordplay. She ran her hands over the black rubber material. “Mmm, so shiny. You know, I’m plastic, too.”<br /> <br /> Thinking for a moment, she chose to swap into a Goth ensemble next: PVC skirt, tight bustier, fishnets, and a pair of 6-inch platform knee-highs. “Now I’m as tall as Jake!” she chortled. When she’d finished her catwalk strut, she leaned in and whispered, “These put me at just the right height for him to fuck me standing up. I love it when he does that.” <br /> <br /> Marching back to the dresser, she selected a blue silk qi-pao next. Smoothing out the fabric, she adopted a stiff formal pose, holding her chin high before the mirror. “I’m programmed for elegance, too, of course.”<br /> <br /> “Well, that was fun,” Eve told herself in the mirror after admiring her appearance for a few more seconds, “but if you don’t mind, I think it’s time I got around to cleaning the curtains.” <br /> <br /> Eve carefully put away the various pieces of clothing she’d tried on before changing back into her original outfit. Satisfied with her appearance, she walked downstairs to the kitchen for a chair. She carried it to the living room and set it before the large bay window that looked out over the wooded fringe separating their house from the main road.<br /> <br /> Suddenly, Eve froze. “Warning. Low battery. Please connect charger,” she said in the neutral, monotone voice she was programmed to use for system status announcements. <br /> <br /> Grabbing an extension cord from the hall closet, she connected one end to a wall outlet and plugged the other into a recessed charge port hidden under a small panel on her lower back. A bright LED adjacent to the plug inside the open panel switched from red to green. Satisfied, she returned to her task. Placing the chair with its back to the window, she stepped up onto the seat and began removing the beige curtains. Without Eve noticing, her motions soon lodged the power cord in a slot between the uppermost rail of the chair’s back and one of the decorative finials that topped its ears. When she leaned to reach the farthest curtain, the extension cord pulled out of the plug on her back.<br /> <br /> Her body froze in mid extension. “Warning. Low battery-” she said as she began to topple off the side of the chair. “Pleases connec-” the word was interrupted as she slammed face-first into the floor with a loud thud. <br /> <br /> The beautiful gynoid lay there for several seconds before stirring. She rolled over onto her back and attempted to sit up. Something inside her torso protested with a loud whine, but she persisted and the whine terminated with a sharp pop. She fell back to the floor abruptly. “Malfunction…” she stated to no one. A quiet buzzing noise began within her, which increased steadily in volume until it fizzled out with several more pops. “Malfu-u-u-u. Warning. Low Battery. Please connect charger.”<br /> <br /> Undaunted, Eve rolled onto her side and pushed herself to a sitting position with her hands. She reached for the end of the cord, still lying on the seat of the chair, and plugged it back into herself. “That’s better,” she said, “now I can get back to-” A loud flurry of crackling noises in her abdomen sent the light next to her charging port rapidly flickering between red and green as her head twitched sharply to the side. One of her eyelids fluttered rapidly as sudden tremors shook her body. “Malfunction. M-m-malfun-n-n-nction…” she stuttered as the crackling continued. <br /> <br /> The damaged companion unit looked around jerkily, trying to make a worried expression through the chaotic twitching of her facial actuators. “Jake, he-e-e-elp me-me-me. I think I’m broke-ke-ken!”<br /> <br /> An instant later there was a damaging-sounding bang from inside Eve’s abdomen. She flailed violently and the panel on her chest whirred partway open. Electrical smoke billowed from the opening as some component inside her began to emit an angry electronic beeping noise. She fell back again, her heels pounding the floor as though she were walking. <br /> <br /> “Malfu-u-u-u-unction. Ja-Ja-Jake, I ne-e-e-e-eed… please con-con-contact an approved service ve-e-e-e-endor for…” another loud bang sounded from inside Eve, cutting her voice off in a squeal of digitized distortion. Her frantic motions ground to a sudden halt and the beeping ceased. Other than the ticking sound of over-hot metal from inside the broken doll, the house was silent.<br /> <br /> ~<br /> <br /> “Hey, Jake, who’s that? I didn’t know you had a girlfriend,” Sarah said as Jake kneeled to pick up his fallen wallet and replace the escaped photo of Eve. His heart raced as he stalled by paying the cafeteria cashier for lunch. It was by no means unheard of for someone to have a pleasure droid at home; it had even been a briefly fashionable for couples to get one and bring it out with them on dates. However, it was almost unheard of for a man to have a picture of a sex-bot in his wallet.<br /> <br /> “Ah… yes,” Jake replied, hesitantly, “we’ve been seeing each other for a while now. Oh, did you see the news about the Saudi mini-sub purchase?”<br /> <br /> Sarah looked at him bemusedly, “well, I can see I’m not going to get much more out of you without a crowbar.” Jake was relieved for a moment. “So, I’ll just have to ask her myself. We’re doing a Spec-Eng Group bowling night next Sunday. As your team leader, I will expect to see both of you there,” she said. “I can’t wait to find out all about her!”<br /> <br /> Jake nodded slowly, feverishly thinking of a way out of the situation. Sarah was an irrepressible gossip. If he didn’t go, or didn’t bring Eve, there would be no end to the situation until they figured out something weird was going on. After turning it over in his head while chatting mindlessly with Sarah and another of his coworkers, he decided that he would have to grasp the nettle. Besides, Eve was a perfectly good conversationalist and he had faith in her ability to get along with an amiable bunch like his team. If there were any kind of problem with her, though… it didn’t bear thinking about. He’d just have to make sure she was in tip-top condition before they went out.<br /> <br /> The rest of the day was as busy as his morning, and as Jake got in his car to go home he looked forward to a quiet evening with Eve. There was a movie he had been meaning to watch for a while now. After that, there would be more of “The Night Land.” Some years before, Jake had the idea that they would take an hour each night before bed, assuming they were not otherwise occupied, and read a segment of a book to one another. Jake would start with chapter one, then Eve would read him chapter two, and so on until they finished. When each section was done, he would talk with her about it. At first, she didn’t seem to understand very much and could hardly read each sentence in the correct tone of voice. With time (and the occasional hardware upgrade), he discovered she was beginning to have at the very least a convincing simulation of understanding. She still had a great deal of difficulty with symbolism or metaphor but Jake could tell she was still making progress, even after several years.<br /> <br /> Jake unlocked the door and stepped through only to be assailed by the smell of burnt electronics. His heart dropped through the soles of his feet as he called out for Eve but received no answer. He started to search the house and almost immediately found her on the floor, chest panel still open. When she didn’t respond he tried a manual restart but nothing happened. Immediately, he picked her up and carried her to the car. <br /> <br /> On the way to the dealership he called Steve, who was luckily still at work, and told him what little he knew.<br /> <br /> “Shit, no response at all to the manual restart? Smells like something burnt out? Well, get her in here and I’ll take a look,” Steve told him.<br /> <br /> “Thanks, we’re only about twenty minutes out. I’ll meet you in the back.” <br /> <br /> Jake hung up the call and looked over at Eve. Her eyes stared with doll-like emptiness and her mouth hung slightly open as though she were speaking. Jake shook his head sadly. He reached over and held her hand until they reached the back lot of the dealership. <br /> <br /> Steve met him at the car and together they carried the inert gynoid into the maintenance bay, sitting her on one of several steel tables. Surrounded by artificial humans in various states of disassembly, Jake patiently waited as Steve got together the various tools he needed. He connected a diagnostic tool to one of the ports in her chest and looked at the reading. “Well, I’ve got good news. The internal power unit for her memory core is on, so I think we’re just dealing with hardware replacement here.” Jake’s shoulders slumped as the adrenaline rush and sick feeling in his belly subsided. She would be alright.<br /> <br /> Removing the artificial flesh from her abdomen revealed the main problem. Part of her power supply had torn loose from its connections when she hit the floor. It had shorted out when she plugged back in. Another similar problem due to impact damage had shorted some of Eve’s electronics when she actuated her abdominal servomechanisms to sit up. Steve had a small stash of important components for her model stored away for just such an occasion, and managed to finish the repairs in just a few hours.<br /> <br /> “You know,” he said as he resealed the synthflesh around Eve’s midsection, “replacement parts are starting to get awful scarce for such an out-of-date model.”<br /> <br /> Jake furrowed his brow. “I know.”<br /> <br /> Steve looked down at the ground and breathed in through his teeth. “Listen, I know how attached you are to her. Hell, I would never have imagined some of the things you’ve been able to do with her; no one would believe that you’ve gotten her to read and comprehend text on a conceptual level. I don’t think it would be possible for one fresh out of the box, even now. But at the end of the day she’s going to eventually break down such that I can’t fix her.” Jake glared at him and Steve put up his hands defensively. “I know, I know. It’s just that I don’t want to see your face when I tell you she’s bricked for good. You could always, you know… try out a new one for a little while. Keep Eve but just see how you feel about it. I’ll talk to the general manager; I think I can get him to agree to let you have a free trial month because of how good a customer you’ve been. Who knows, maybe Eve will like her too.”<br /> <br /> “Dammit,” Jake started in a louder voice than he’d intended. He cleared his throat and started over in a more measured tone. “I just… I mean, you’re right. I’m being an idiot.” He rubbed at his stubble with one hand, staring at the ground in thought. When he looked back up at Steve, his eyes were bright with pained intensity. “I can’t imagine life without her. I can barely remember what it was like before. Just… give me some time to think about it. I will, I really will. I’ll give you an answer soon.”<br /> <br /> Steve smiled, “You know, if anyone else talked about their companion-unit that way I’d tell them to see a shrink. I’ve gotta admit, though, Eve’s different. Unique. But that day’s still coming, and I want you to give this a shot. Thanks for hearing me out.” He pressed a button in Eve’s open chest panel and there was a beep, followed by the sound of electronics humming to life.<br /> <br /> “Eve 3.7 unit online… systems functioning normally… loading personality simulation matrix… warning, personality matrix exceeds recommended size for this model. Loading may take some time… loading… loading…” Eve continued for more than 5 minutes before she finally stopped repeating herself. She turned to Jake and grinned, “Hi, honey,” before looking around quizzically. “Hi, Steve; how are you? Oh no! I had an accident, didn’t I?”<br /> <br /> Jake lunged forward and hugged her tightly, barely succeeding in holding back his tears. “I was so worried about you, Eve. I don’t ever want you to get up on a chair like that again.”<br /> <br /> Eve hugged him back, “I’m sorry, honey, I was just trying to clean up a little. It’s how you showed me to do it.”<br /> <br /> “It is, and I’m an idiot. I’ll show you how to do it a different way, alright?”<br /> <br /> “Okay. I’ll do my best.” She smiled sunnily and batted her eyes at him. Jake kissed her, and she slid one of her hands up to cradle the back of his head. “Mmm,” she mumbled against his lips and wrapped her legs around him.<br /> <br /> “Whoa, whoa, whoa, just a minute there. You two go get a room for God’s sake!” Steve said with exaggerated offence. <br /> <br /> Jake laughed and Eve looked chastened. “Oh, I’m sorry, Steve, I didn’t know. I won’t do it again,” Eve said with a conciliatory note in her voice.<br /> <br /> “It’s okay, honey, let’s just go home,” Jake told her.<br /> <br /> “I’ll see you two again, I’m sure,” Steve said, “but good night for now.”<br /> <br /> Eve waved daintily as they walked out, her heels clicking against the concrete floor, and Jake blacked out the windows as soon as they were in the car. It was a tiring but very enjoyable drive.<br />  <br /> <br /> =Part 2=<br /> Someone was screaming. Jake coughed on the swirling, impenetrable smoke surrounding him, feeling the deckplates under his body. They were hot, so hot that as his consciousness returned he realized they were burning him. A klaxon drowned out the screaming for a moment and he was thankful, then ashamed. Crackling flames lit the smoky hangar compartment a dull, infernal red. Jake tried to get up, but white-hot pain knifed through his back and he sat down again, hard. He reached around and felt the warm wetness of blood. He found the wound and his hand recoiled, trembling.<br /> <br /> “Help, oh God I’m hurt! Someone help me, help me!” The voice was barely audible over the deafening klaxon, but it was enough to cut through the haze in Jake’s mind. It struck him that, effectively, he might be dead already. For some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to care much. A shipmate needed help, though; that mattered. Jake hazily recalled a story he’d read, about the ghost of a man who protected his family even after death.<br /> <br /> Gritting his teeth against the agony, he pushed himself upright and moved towards the voice. It was hard going; he could barely see his hands in front of him in the smoke and he kept tripping over or bumping into jagged chunks of debris, mostly parts of the helicopter or the ISR drones. Every stumble or trip sent more agony spiking into his back. He heard several other injured men moaning, mumbling, calling for loved ones, but something kept him moving towards the first voice.<br /> <br /> He stumbled over an obstruction that exhaled sharply, and dropped to his knees beside it.<br /> <br /> “Oh God, oh God, Jake, help me!” Begged a face mostly burned away to charred fat. Two inexplicably unharmed eyes stared out at him, and Jake was overwhelmed by the scent of… he doubled over next to the man, heaving the contents of his stomach out onto the deckplates. It smelled like burning bacon.<br /> <br /> “Marco, calm… calm down… I’ve got to get to the first aid box…” Jake choked out between coughs. He’d only recognized his friend by the nametag on his uniform.<br /> <br /> Outside there were a series of roaring noises, and a powerful wind that stank of burning chemicals pushed the turbulently pushed the smoke aside. His eyes stinging, Jake looked out through a huge rent in the hull. The dwindling lights of a salvo of missiles burned their way towards the horizon.<br /> <br /> “We’re not done yet!” Jake yelled as he got to his feet. The pain didn’t seem so bad now, and he realized that he felt freezing even despite the fire and the South Pacific summer. “We’ll get the sons-of-bitches!” <br /> <br /> Marco didn’t respond. Jake stepped over him, trying to get to the bulkhead where he knew a first aid box was mounted. He heard terse, mask-muffled voices and the sound of water splashing and hissing on hot metal: a damage control party! They could help him get Marco to real help.<br /> <br /> Over the sound of the klaxon, Jake heard the rapid-fire howl of point-defense missiles coming out of the ship’s launch cells. Seconds later came thumping bangs as they detonated. Close. He sprawled as the deck tilted suddenly under him. The anti-missile lasers cracked like megajoule bullwhips.<br /> <br /> There was a sound so loud it hit Jake like a giant hammer, and the world went away.<br /> <br /> ~<br /> <br /> Jake sat up in bed; the sheets twisted and soaked in sweat. A smoke alarm was beeping angrily from the kitchen and the air was suffused with a thin haze that stank of burnt bacon. He carefully brought his breathing under control, eyes squeezed tightly shut. When his heart rate had slowed he got up, ran into the kitchen, and found Eve in front of the stove. The naked synthetic woman was looking from a frying pan containing two slices of bread to the smoking toaster and back again, seemingly caught in a loop. Thankfully the toaster had tripped the kitchen breaker before any real damage was done.<br /> <br /> He pulled a smoke extinguisher from behind the fridge and hosed down the top of the toaster, just in case, before turning to Eve. His actions seem to have gotten her out of the loop, and she looked up at her owner confusedly.<br /> <br /> “Good morning, Jake, you’re up early!”<br /> <br /> “Eve, what happened?” he said.<br /> <br /> She turned back to the stove, “I don’t understand. I started making breakfast, but the eggs and bacon weren’t frying and the toaster didn’t finish. It was very confusing.” She smiled at him. “But don’t worry; I’ll make more!”<br /> <br /> Before he could stop her, she strode across the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. Bending over sharply at the waist, she picked up the carton of eggs, turned 90 degrees, and dropped it. The carton popped open as she let go of it, and several eggs splattered themselves on the floor. Reaching in for the bread, she neatly retrieved two slices from the bag, and dropped them on top of the remains of the eggs. Jake took hold of her shoulders before she went any further, and she straightened up, looking into his eyes without comprehension.<br /> <br /> “Eve, stop, please,” he said, his voice both worried and tired.<br /> <br /> “What’s wrong, love? I’m just getting what I need to make you breakfast.”<br /> <br /> “Eve, you’re not working quite right.” Jake took her into his arms, holding her close to him, “you should run a software diagnostic, okay? I have to get ready for work.”<br /> <br /> He started to pull away, but Eve put her arms around him and held him for a moment, burying her face in his chest. “I’m sorry, Jake, whatever’s wrong, I’ll fix it.” He kissed the top of her head, breathing in the familiar plastic scent of her hair.<br /> <br /> “I love you,” he told her, then returned to the bedroom and started getting dressed.<br /> <br /> “I love you too,” she said quietly, and went to the bathroom. Sitting down in front of her mirror, she initiated a software diagnostic that would take several hours to complete.<br /> <br /> Jake cleaned up the mess in the kitchen with some paper towels, and left for work with a heavy heart.<br /> <br /> ~<br /> <br /> “Eve 3.7 unit online… systems functioning normally… loading personality simulation matrix… warning, personality matrix exceeds recommended size for this model. Loading may take some time… loading… loading…” Eve successfully completed her reboot several minutes later, and stood up. “Oh, this will never do,” she said, noting that she was wearing nothing but an apron, and made her way to the bedroom.<br /> <br /> Thankfully, most of the routine software errors she experienced were fixable with a simple reboot and this one had been no different. She used her wireless card to send Jake an email bringing him up to speed, and got back to the business of dressing herself. Her selection algorithm ran for a few seconds before finally ending up on a combination of a black, sequined cocktail dress and a pair of pumps. She struck a pose in front of the bedroom mirror, smiling as she ran her hands down the sides of her body to straighten the dress.<br /> <br /> Eve had seen how worried and unhappy her malfunction had made Jake, and so she was determined to make the evening special enough to make up for it. Her face taking on an expression designed to look thoughtful; she processed possible courses of action and their calculated effects on Jake’s mood. Greet him with a kiss at the door, as usual. An excellent dinner with his favorite mead. Slowly increase the tension with a phrase here, a glance there. After dinner, things would get more exciting. Eve simulated his hands on her back, her bottom; his mouth teasing the synth-flesh of her neck and shoulder. Jake’s fingers gliding up under her dress to stimulate the touch-sensors of her precision-engineered sex.<br /> <br /> The simulation suddenly faulted due to an overflow, and Eve was surprised to find that the unexpected doubling of sensory data was due to stimulation by her own fingers. She withdrew them, looking curiously at the sheen of lubricant on their tips. Eve was, of course, programmed with several masturbatory subroutines, but she had never initiated one outside of Jake’s presence. She logged it as a possible software error and continued, only to find the simulation faulting again for the same reason.<br /> <br /> This time she didn’t stop, instead sliding a pair of fingers deep into herself. She bent over, a sigh escaping her lips as she pressed the fingertips into her artificial G-spot. Looking at herself in the mirror, Eve smiled hungrily. She pulled down the top of her dress, exposing the full curve of her breasts to admire while she fingered herself. More touch sensors activated as she pinched one of her nipples with the free hand, and she increased the pace of her motions.<br /> <br /> “Oh, Jake, fuck me! I need your cock,” Eve told no one, the statement assembled semi-randomly from her library of dirty-talk. <br /> <br /> The gynoid’s hand left her breast to frantically rub her electronic clit as she neared climax. She fell back onto the bed, allowing her to spread her legs wider. She raised her head to watch herself masturbate in the mirror, watch her fingers plunge again and again into the wet hole just like her lover’s hard cock would later that night. She moaned, her head dropping back to the bed as the waves of simulated pleasure mounted, then let out an orgasmic scream. Servos complained audibly as her body shuddered with the intensity of climax.<br /> <br /> Eve lay back on the bed for a moment, as confused as it was possible for a computer to be, before she stated in an even voice: “Warning… low battery… please connect charger.” Without further ado, she stood up, straightened her dress, and went downstairs to plug in.<br /> <br /> ~<br /> <br /> “So, I hear you’ve been seeing someone on the sly, Jake. Not like you to keep secrets like that from an old buddy!”<br /> <br /> “Screw you, Bob. I didn’t know I had to share every detail of my personal life with you,” Jake laughed, somewhat nervously, at his overweight, bespectacled coworker.<br /> <br /> “Ouch, touché, well I hear she’s coming to bowling night, huh? Guess we’ll all get the chance to meet her then,” he replied, his face adopting a genial inquisitiveness, “I hear she’s quite a hottie. How’d you meet her?”<br /> <br /> “News sure gets around fast, here, huh? What is there an email update system for SEG analyst relationships? If there is, I don’t get them,” Jake said.<br /> <br /> Bob hooded his eyes and leaned towards Jake conspiratorially, looking even more like an owl in human form than he usually did, “don’t say that, you’ll give Sarah ideas…”<br /> <br /> “What ideas are you giving me, peons?” Sarah asked, coming suddenly through the door of Bob’s cluttered office.<br /> <br /> “See, you said her name. That’s how you summon her,” Jake scolded him.<br /> <br /> Sarah grinned evilly. “Perhaps this one knows too much to live.” She looked pointedly at Jake and narrowed her dark green eyes.<br /> <br /> “Maybe, but only if you’re a Brazilian spy,” Bob told her, turning his monitor to show the red-headed team leader what Jake had dropped by to talk about. “He figured out the Falcão’s propulsion setup, I’m pretty sure.”<br /> <br /> Sarah looked over the schematic, and raised an eyebrow.<br /> <br /> “I’ll have the full workup on your desk by next Tuesday,” Jake told her, a note of pride in his voice.<br /> <br /> “This Friday, Jake; cut some corners on the details if you have to, we can always do a follow-up. It’s important this gets to the right people quickly.”<br /> <br /> “Slave driver,” he smiled, “I’ll have it in by COB Friday, then.”<br /> <br /> “And we’ll all get to meet your mystery girl on Sunday, right?” she asked, “You didn’t think I’d forgotten, did you? Can we at least get her name?”<br /> <br /> Jake’s expression soured slightly, “Her name’s Eve, and yes, she’s coming. “<br /> <br /> A fleeting expression of hurt crossed Sarah’s face, “I’m sorry if it seemed like I was prying, I … you’ve never really seemed like the secretive type so I assumed you’d just met or something.”<br /> <br /> “No, no, it’s okay. I’m just being silly,” Jake said, “Eve means a lot to me, but so do you guys. I really want everything to work out.”<br /> <br /> “Well, I don’t think that’s a concern. Any girl that picked you will fit right in with this bunch of lunatics.”<br /> <br /> Jake laughed, feeling not at all assured.<br /> <br /> ~<br /> <br /> “Hi, honey,” Eve greeted Jake when he stepped through the door. She threw her arms around him, and they enjoyed a lingering kiss, “I had a fun day, how about you?”<br /> <br /> “Busy as hell. Sometimes I wonder why I bother; all it gets me is having to write a bunch of long reports that’ll be skimmed once by some dipshit in DC before spending the rest of eternity collecting dust.”<br /> <br /> “Don’t talk like that,” Eve scolded, playfully punching him in the side, “you love what you do, and I’m sure people like your reports. How could anyone ignore something done by you?”<br /> <br /> Jake smiled, “and how could anyone waste time griping about work when he’s with someone as beautiful as you?”<br /> <br /> She grinned, removing Jake’s tie and unbuttoning the collar of his shirt. She kissed him again, briefly, and pulled back with the grin fading rapidly. “I’m sorry about malfunctioning this morning, I should run diagnostics more often. I made your favorite dinner to make up for it, though; Chicken Kiev.”<br /> <br /> “Eve, you don’t need to make anything up to me – “<br /> <br /> “No, but I’m going to anyway, because it gives me an excuse to pamper you,” she responded saucily, “Now come eat before it gets cold.” Jake smiled and followed her into the dining room.<br /> <br /> The meal was perfect; Jake’s only regret being, as usual, that Eve was unable to enjoy that which she created. Afterwards they retired to the living room. The two reclined on the venerable, well-upholstered couch, Jake holding Eve in his arms as they alternated between kissing and conversing in low voices about whatever took their fancy. After a time, Eve took a thick volume from the coffee table and, sitting up, opened it on her lap.<br /> <br /> “It’s my turn, isn’t it?” she asked unnecessarily.<br /> <br /> Jake nodded, “Yes.”<br /> <br /> She read for a time, finally coming to a passage which apparently gave her difficulty:<br /> <br /> “And afterward, as I lay my head back upon the scrip and the pouch, which were to me my pillow, I went to think a little upon Naani, as always I did in my constant journeying; yet, presently, I strove sometimes that I put her from my mind, that I should sleep; for a bitter sorrow and anxiousness was oft upon me when that I did think upon her; and this you may know; for truly I knew not what terror was come to her, afar in the silence of the Night. And did I think overmuch, I should feel that I could have no calmness needful to sleep; but to need to walk for ever until I died, which could not be long; and so should I make a foolishness of mine anxious journeying to do her true service and to save her from Destruction, if such did truly threaten.”<br /> <br /> “Jake, I don’t understand.”<br /> <br /> “Is it the language again?” he asked. The odd, archaic voice in which the book was written had given her software fits from the beginning.<br /> <br /> “No, I don’t think so,” she responded, “He loves Naani, but he tries not to think of her. If he loves her, doesn’t that mean that he likes thinking of her?”<br /> <br /> Jake pondered for a moment before explaining, “Yes, but he worries about her because he doesn’t know if she is safe, or in danger, or what harm might be coming to her. That worry and fear would drive him to try and hurry to her so quickly that he would become exhausted and in the end he wouldn’t get there. And besides, it keeps him from sleeping. He needs sleep to keep his energy for the long journey ahead.”<br /> <br /> Eve stared ahead, motionless for several seconds, and Jake perceived a quiet humming and a slight increase in the warmth of her body where it pressed against him. She looked into Jake’s eyes, asking:<br /> <br /> “Would you put me out of your mind to save me?”<br /> <br /> “I-” Jake paused, unsettled by the earnestness with which she had asked the question. “Eve, I love you. I’d do anything to keep you safe, even that; but I won’t have to. You’re right here, not thousands of miles away,” he pulled her tightly against his body.<br /> <br /> Eve closed the book and returned it to the table. She sat up next to Jake and stroked his face gently. “I’m glad I’m here with you. I was made to love you.”<br /> <br /> “Eve-” she placed a finger on his lips, shushing him, then kissed him deeply. The synthetic woman’s hands went to his well-developed shoulders as she straddled his waist.<br /> <br /> “I want you,” she said, simply, “now.”<br /> <br /> Jake inhaled deeply as his hands slid up the back of her thighs, under the hem of the dress, to squeeze Eve’s firm ass. She unbuttoned his shirt, pausing to kiss his chest here and there as she did so and began to rock her hips gently, rhythmically pressing herself against his growing erection. She finished the last button and he pushed himself to a sitting position, disentangling himself for a moment to hurriedly rid himself of his pants. When he sat down again, Eve lowered herself onto his lap, her legs wrapping around his back with a barely audible whine of servomechanical motion.<br /> <br /> Jake kissed Eve again, pausing only to pull the dress over her head. She smiled as he teased and nibbled her neck and shoulder, just as in her simulation earlier, and sighed happily as he moved the center of his attentions downward to her breasts. Pushing him back down onto the couch, Eve lifted herself up to her knees and slid Jake’s firm erection into her artificial pussy. He grunted as she dropped down and began to ride him.<br /> <br /> After a minute or so, Jake pulled Eve down on top of him, exploring her mouth with his tongue as he forcefully thrust into her. His lover’s hard nipples pressed against him, distinct from the soft pressure of her breasts as she moved counter to his thrusts to help him reach deeper inside her.<br /> <br /> “Fuck my tight little pussy! Harder!” Eve said.<br /> <br /> Sweat stood out on Jake’s brow as he increased his pace, and the sound of Eve’s mechanisms became more distinct as she matched his motion. Eve came, leaning back and moaning loudly at the moment her software determined Jake was only seconds from reaching orgasm. Adding his own voice, he joined her; his powerful body lifting her up as his muscles clenched. <br /> <br /> The two fell back to the couch entwined in each-other’s arms. Jake was breathing hard; Eve’s body pressed against him hotly. She showered his chest with kisses.<br /> <br /> After lying with him for a few minutes Eve stood up, answering Jake’s questioning glance with “I’m just going to get you a glass of water.”<br /> <br /> He wiped his brow with the discarded shirt, “I guess I am sweating a lot.”<br /> <br /> “Not to mention all that fluid you left inside me,” she joked, “I don’t want you getting dehydrated.”<br /> <br /> Jake admired they well-designed curvature of her thighs and backside as she headed to the kitchen. It was going to be a pleasant evening.<br /> <br /> ~<br /> <br /> “Honey, are you all right?” Eve asked as Jake tugged absentmindedly at the collar of his tee-shirt, “you only do that when you’re nervous.”<br /> <br /> “I’m fine, Eve, let’s go meet my friends, huh?” he said, taking a deep breath to relax.<br /> <br /> She smiled and got out of the car; holding hands with Jake as they walked through the half-full parking lot of “Bowl-Time”. He wasn’t entirely sure what Frank, the department head had been thinking; Jake hadn’t bowled since high-school, but once Frank was on a roll there wasn’t much that could stop him. He made up for it by actually being competent; good at corporate politics, but also able to understand what his engineers were doing.<br /> <br /> The front area was clean and well lit, dominated by a garish variety of 2000s memorabilia. Pictures of boy-bands competed with newspaper headlines about Osama bin Laden and a life-size fiberglass replica of some olive drab power-armored video game hero with a funny-looking rifle.<br /> <br /> Jake’s eyes were drawn to one of the newspapers, a headline about heavy casualties in the ‘War on Terror:’ over a hundred men killed by insurgents. He looked closer and he smiled grimly when he realized it was the total for a month. He remembered how the country’s leaders, people who were going through puberty when that article was written, had been so completely shocked at the beginning of his generation’s war. Shocked at the sheer scale of the destruction, and at how quickly the violence had come home, too. Some of them, thankfully, had managed to adapt to a world where it had suddenly become necessary to feed entire brigades into the fire like sticks of kindling, where you could lose half a dozen ships in an engagement and still truthfully call it a victory.<br /> <br /> There was a familiar-sounding “ahem,” from behind him, and he turned to see Sarah standing by the shoe-counter, tapping her foot with exaggerated impatience.<br /> <br /> “If you can peel yourself away from the décor for a minute, I think an introduction is in order,” she said, looking at Eve.<br /> <br /> Jake cleared his throat, “Eve, this is Sarah, my boss; Sarah, this is Eve.”<br /> <br /> “It’s very nice to meet you, Eve,” Sarah said, extending a hand.<br /> <br /> “I’m happy to meet you too. Jake’s told me so much about you,” Eve replied, taking the hand in hers.<br /> <br /> “Lies, all of it,” Sarah deadpanned.<br /> <br /> Eve suddenly looked terribly confused. <br /> <br /> Jake stepped in, “You’ll have to forgive Sarah’s terrible sense of humor. She was just joking.”<br /> <br /> Sarah looked at Eve for a moment, “Yes, I’m sorry. I forget that not everyone’s as used to me as this bunch,” she gestured over at Bob, Vasiliy, and Liz; the other engineers and analysts on Jake’s team. With them there was a man Jake didn’t recognize, but from his description he figured him for Sarah’s husband, Aden. She had said he was coming. He noticed that some of the other SEG group teams had taken lanes, and he recognized coworkers getting drinks or talking in small groups.<br /> <br /> “And thus, my flock is assembled,” Sarah announced once the two had gotten their shoes and joined the group.<br /> <br /> “Oh, thank God!” Liz exclaimed, “If I’d had to listen to one more of your stories, Vasiliy, I’d have bowled myself down the lane. Just cause your hometown got vaporized doesn’t mean we want to know everything about it.”<br /> <br /> Vasiliy grinned evilly at her, “You know, you remind me of my aunt Katya. She lived in a little village just north of Volzhsk. If I remember it right she died alone and her cats ate her.”<br /> <br /> “Could you call a cease-fire just long enough to meet Jake’s beautiful girlfriend?” Sarah asked. “I swear, sometimes I feel more like a babysitter than a manager.”<br /> <br /> The group stood up and extended their greetings to Eve, who accepted graciously. Jake was relieved and proud of how flawlessly his artificial companion was dealing with the social challenges of the night, and he began to relax.<br /> <br /> “Well, I’m going to go get a drink, would anyone like a beer?” Vasiliy asked.<br /> <br /> Jake and Bob nodded, Aden had already grabbed a soda and Liz shook her head. Eve responded, “No thank you, I don’t drink.” Vasiliy stared at her across a gulf of cultural incomprehension for a moment, then left to get the beverages. If only he knew how literal she was being, Jake reflected.<br /> <br /> “I guess everyone’s here. Might as well get bowling,” Sarah said. Who wants to keep score?”<br /> <br /> “Well, I guess that can be my contribution,” said Bob, gesturing his way through the setup tutorial on the lane console. “Since I turned my ankle earlier; I probably shouldn’t be bowling on it. So, two teams. Who’s on which team, and what order do you want to go in?”<br /> <br /> “Well,” Sarah said, “I’ll lead off the first team.”<br /> <br /> “I’ll be first on the second,” Aden said, raising a hand.<br /> <br /> “Traitor!” Sarah said, her voice tinged with mock-outrage. Aden just rolled his eyes.<br /> <br /> “Okay,” said Bob, “Who’s number two on each team?”<br /> <br /> Liz volunteered for Sarah’s team; then Vasiliy, returning with the beers, for Aden’s. Jake took the last spot, joining Sarah and Liz. He hadn’t anticipated Bob not being able to bowl, and he was getting nervous.<br /> <br /> “All right, that puts the lovely Eve in the final position for team Aden,” Bob said, looking at her for confirmation.<br /> <br /> “Oh, I’m sorry but I don’t know how to bowl,” Eve explained.<br /> <br /> “Huh, too bad,” observed Aden. “We’ll need to grab someone to even out the teams.”<br /> <br /> “Oh, that’s no trouble,” Sarah said, “I’ll show you, Eve; it’s not like most of these knuckleheads have done it in years. My chief knucklehead excluded, of course,” she looked at Aden.<br /> <br /> “Thanks, dear.”<br /> <br /> Jake did his best to contain a sudden surge of fear. Eve could learn, even if she wasn’t programmed for it specifically. And besides, she was doing well so far. It would probably work out fine. Eve looked to him for guidance, her face confused.<br /> <br /> “Ah… sure, honey, I’m not going to stop you if you’d like to learn.” He nodded slightly.<br /> <br /> “Okay,” Eve responded, and Bob added her name to their team roster.<br /> <br /> Sarah won the coin-toss and went first. While she was selecting a ball, Liz leaned over to where Eve and Jake were sitting.<br /> <br /> “So, how’d you meet?” she asked.<br /> <br /> Before Jake could answer, Eve cut in, “Oh, Jake bought me.”<br /> <br /> “-Flowers!” he added somewhat louder than he had intended. “I, uh, I bought her flowers.” He swallowed.<br /> <br /> Eve looked at him with a puzzled expression, but thankfully didn’t contradict him.<br /> <br /> “She was so beautiful that I, uh, couldn’t help myself.” He explained.<br /> <br /> “Well, that’s sweet,” Sarah interjected, returning from picking up a spare. “I didn’t know you had such an adorably romantic side, Jake.” She sat down next to her husband as Vasiliy adopted an expression of deep concentration and bowled a strike. Liz and Jake went after him, leaving Sarah’s team slightly in the lead. It was Eve’s turn.<br /> <br /> She stood up, pulling straight her denim shorts and white blouse, and Sarah handed her a ball she judged to be about right. Picking one up herself, she showed the attentive gynoid how to grip it properly, and what stance to take. Finally, she bowled one ball herself, narrating the release and follow-through. Bob deleted the results from the scoreboard.<br /> <br /> “You’ve missed your calling,” Vasiliy noted, “you should have been a bowling instructor.”<br /> <br /> “Then who’d protect you from Liz?” she joked. “Okay, Eve, give it a try.”<br /> <br /> Jake watched with a lump in his throat as Eve took the stance she had been shown. She looked down the lane, started forwards, and then released. Relieved, Jake exhaled as the ball bounced a few times on the hardwood and rolled unceremoniously into the gutter. Eve looked thoughtfully at it.<br /> <br /> “Don’t worry, pretty much everyone rolls a gutter ball their first try,” Aden consoled her, “I think that time you released a little early. Try delaying next time, just a bit.”<br /> <br /> “Thank you,” Eve told him, “I will.” She sat back down beside Jake and he put his arm around her.<br /> <br /> While the next round was being played, Aden cleared his throat. “So, Jake,” he said just loud enough to be heard over the ambient noise, “I, uh, noticed…” he pointed to his own chin, referencing the burn scars on Jake’s. <br /> <br /> “Nauru.” Jake said.<br /> <br /> Aden’s face paled slightly. “What ship?”<br /> <br /> Jake took a swig of beer before answering, “The Basilone. You?”<br /> <br /> “Army, myself, 2nd Corps. But I lost a cousin at Nauru; on the Truman.”<br /> <br /> Jake nodded, and Aden didn’t push it any further.<br /> <br /> “What are you two looking so gloomy about?” Sarah said, returning with a drink. “It’s your turn, anyway, Jake. Maybe you can save your team.”<br /> <br /> Jake grabbed a spare, and then it was Eve’s turn again. She picked the same ball she had earlier, weighed it in her hands, and then stood at the head of the lane.<br /> <br /> “You’ve got it, Eve,” Vasiliy encouraged, his accent showing through slightly more than usual under the influence of alcohol, “just don’t be nervous.”<br /> <br /> Eve started forwards, bringing the ball back as she gained speed. She reached the line and swung the ball out in front of her. This time, instead of releasing it too soon and low, Jake immediately saw that she had taken too long. It pulled her on after she expected to have already released it and, before her antiquated systems could counteract, she was falling. Jake was already moving when she hit the floor, her head striking the hardwood with a hollow, plastic crack.<br /> <br /> “Eve!” Jake called as every head in the bowling alley turned towards the scene.<br /> <br /> Before the others had even moved he was next to her motionless form, leaning down to help. His hands went to her shoulders as his friends got to their feet, and he rolled her over. As Eve’s body changed position, Jake heard things knocked loose by the impact clattering inside her.<br /> <br /> A loud beep came from somewhere inside her torso, and she blinked several times. “Malfunction,” she stated in a tinny, distorted voice.<br /> <br /> “Is she… oh God!” Sarah said as she bent down to help. The broken wrist she had meant to tend to was indeed broken. It hung from the torn silicone synthflesh of her arm by a few wires; several frayed ends poking out from either end of the break. As she turned it over in her hand, the bent servo-rods projecting from the arm moved, whining unhappily.<br /> <br /> Eve looked up at Jake, batting her eyes separately. “Goo-o-o-o-o-o-od morning-ning-ning, Jake. Your breakfast is not ready. Oh dear, look at the time; you’re going to be la-la-la-late!”<br /> <br /> Before he could stop her, Eve sat up to the accompaniment of more tinkling noises. By this time, the other members of his group had gathered around and were looking on in disbelief; Sarah had stepped back and regarded the situation with a mixture of worry and confusion. There were several sharp electrical pops from within Eve’s head, and the harsh smell of burnt silicon was detectable in the air around her.<br /> <br /> “Malfun-fun-function” she stuttered. The damaged gynoid’s face screwed itself into a bizarre grimace as her actuators responded to garbled instructions. With a crackle of electricity, it relaxed again.<br /> <br /> Jake, attempting to deactivate Eve before she suffered any more damage, tried to manually open her chest panel by applying pressure to two spots under her collarbones. She twisted out of his grasp unexpectedly, trying to stand. He managed to grab her but slipped on the polished floor of the lane. He sprawled, accidentally grabbing her hair as he landed. Loosened by the fall, her synthskin scalp peeled away entirely from the transparent plastic surface underneath it.<br /> <br /> “Uh- oh,” Eve said as the crowd of stunned onlookers grew. Underneath the plastic, densely packed electronics and wiring were crowded together inside her head. The space was filled with swirls of smoke, and as she sat up again, there was a blue-white flash from one of the components. “Hi, I’m a Lifetech Eve 3.7,” she stated, looking at Aden, “I’m made for sex for sex for sex. Do you want to play with mememememe?”<br /> <br /> “Eve, stop, you’re going to hurt yourself more!” Jake cried as he put his arms around the faltering sex-bot. He reached the pressure points and managed to open the panel; the patch of skin depressing and sliding down. A thin stream of smoke wafted up out of the opening. He mashed down on the power-button inside, holding it against her uncoordinated, jerky motions.<br /> <br /> “Malfuunnnct…” she got out before, with another beep, the hum of her systems died out and her body stiffened in Jake’s arms.<br /> <br /> Jake looked up at the circle of people, many tittering excitedly to each other, a few trying to restrain their laughter, and a few not trying. His friends’ faces ran the gamut. Vasiliy was impassive, looking like he wanted to be anywhere but he was. Liz was staring down at her feet, pointedly not making eye contact with him. Bob was pale with shock, his mouth hanging open. Sarah stared at Eve with a mildly disgusted expression, switching to pity when she glanced momentarily at Jake. Only Aden seemed sympathetic, stepping forwards and reaching down to help Jake pick Eve up.<br /> <br /> Jake heaved her over his shoulder, turning away from his coworkers with tears in his eyes, and started towards the entrance.<br /> <br /> “Jake-” Aden started, but never finished his statement. The crowd parted around him, the confused-looking man behind the counter not even asking to have the shoes back.<br /> <br /> Jake stared steadily into the night as the car brought him home, his face rigidly set. He sat Eve’s form into a kitchen chair when he got there, and dropped her scalp-piece unceremoniously on top of her head. He started to call Steve, but instead just sighed and put the phone down. Crawling into bed, he buried his face in his pillow and let out a scream of rage and frustration, pounding his fist into the mattress. He was desperate to dissipate the fear, shame, and self-loathing he felt. For a few hours he simply lay there, his face buried in the bedding. Eventually he passed into a dream-laden sleep.<br /> <br /> ~<br /> <br /> “Hi, Steve?” Jake asked, coughing the hoarseness of sleep out of his voice. The morning light was breaking through the windows in the kitchen, falling on Eve’s doll-like face. He looked at her, and closed his eyes. “Yes, Eve had an… accident last night. Another fall. Yes, she’s off, but she’ll need a lot of work.” He paused for a moment, listening to Steve’s reply. “No, it’s not just that. I… I’d like to take you up on your offer. The trial run, yes… yeah, I can come in today, I… took a couple days off from work.”<br /> <br /> He returned the phone to his pocket, and picked Eve up to carry her to the car.<br /> <br /> =Part 3=<br /> “So, Jake, I understand you’re looking for an updated companion unit.” The salesman had introduced himself as ‘David,’ and had an easy-going demeanor that matched his nondescript, friendly features. “I took a look at the desired characteristics you entered, including the old ones that got you Eve,” he tapped his tablet and scrolled down a pastel-hued list, “but I noticed you didn’t enter a whole lot in the ‘appearance’ section.” He raised one eyebrow quizzically, waiting for Jake to answer. <br /> <br /> “Yeah,” Jake sighed, “I tried to come up with something but couldn’t really make up my mind. I figure I’ll take a look at what you’ve got and see if anything grabs me. Guess I’m old-fashioned that way.” He drained the last of his coffee and tossed the little disposable cup into the lounge trash.<br /> <br /> “That’s fine,” David laughed, “Just so you know, the faces and appearances we’ve got on the showroom are a sort of general cross-section of what’s available, but they can be customized if you like.”<br /> <br /> “I know, it was the same way when I chose… last time I did this,” Jake finished awkwardly. “Anyway, Steve said the repairs would take a couple of days so I’m not in any hurry.”<br /> <br /> David nodded. “Ready to go, then?”<br /> <br /> Jake assented, and they walked around a pillar into the main display area of the dealership. The room was large and open, the merchandise posed on top of raised areas scattered with purposeful irregularity. Soft, natural-seeming light was projected from panels on the ceiling.<br /> <br /> “So, there are two particular models I think you might like. The first one’s just over here.” <br /> <br /> David led Jake on through the array of statue-still display models artfully posed in a variety of seated and reclined positions. Their faces, bodies, and skin tones replicated the full gamut of feminine beauty, and their wardrobes were almost as varied. The clothing choices reflected a distinct inclination towards accenting the gynoids’ sexuality, but nothing was overtly tasteless.<br /> <br /> “This is Samantha,” David gestured to a slim unit with a striking, aquiline face that lounged atop a white chaise-longue. Lustrous black hair fell around a pale face, and her green eyes stared blankly forward beneath straight bangs. David touched his tablet a few times and she sat straight up, her gaze coming to rest on Jake.<br /> <br /> “Hello, Jake, it’s such a pleasure to meet you,” she said. <br /> <br /> “Hi,” he responded, “nice to meet you, too.”<br /> <br /> “Samantha, why don’t you come down and let Jake get a better look at you,” David suggested. <br /> <br /> “Of course,” the gynoid said graciously, standing and smoothing the front of her blue party dress. She stepped daintily down from the circular dais to stand before Jake. “Anything you’d like to take a closer look at?” she asked, giving him an impish grin.<br /> <br /> “Samantha here is actually the successor model, a few times removed, to your old Eve. Her systems are far more advanced and she has a lot of great features, but I’m sure you’d rather have her tell you about it.” David nodded to her.<br /> <br /> “My CPU is a new design, running the most recent version of the Azure Sky OS, and I’m equipped with the highest rated emotional response simulation suite in my class. I have high-efficiency actuators for extended battery life, and my synthflesh covering has been specially layered to provide the most realistic surface texture yet.” She extended a hand. “Feel for yourself.”<br /> <br /> Jake took her hand and ran his thumb along the top of it, feeling the artificial skin stretch and deform over her metacarpals in a way indistinguishable from human. It was even pleasantly warm. He was certainly impressed; Eve looked very convincing on the surface but her flesh had a uniform, rubbery consistency that it had taken him a while to get used to, and there were places where you could feel the underlying mechanisms.<br /> <br /> “That’s amazing,” he said, looking between her and David.<br /> <br /> “Thank you!” Samantha smiled like a pleased cat.<br /> <br /> “A lot’s changed in the last five years or so; that kind of realism is pretty standard now in all but the cheapest droids. Is there anything else you’d like to know, or do you think you’re ready to move on to the next model?” David asked.<br /> <br /> “I think I’m good for now,” Jake responded, simultaneously sad to leave the charming companion unit and eager to see what other surprises were in store for him.<br /> <br /> “It was so nice speaking with you, Jake, I’d love to get to know you better.” She winked at him and returned to the chaise-longue, settling into precisely the same position she had started in. <br /> <br /> David tapped a command and nodded towards one of the other platforms. “Shall we?”<br /> <br /> The next model had her blonde hair pulled back into a bun, complementing a face with pronounced cheekbones and very full lips. She was more voluptuous in general than Samantha had been, with a larger bust, though not to the ridiculous extent Jake observed in some of the other displays. She was posed on a chair, leaning forwards with her chin propped up by both arms, the elbows resting on her knees. The intent had definitely been to showcase her cleavage, given the plunging neckline of her red crop-top.<br /> <br /> “Hi,” she said, stirring to simulated life at David’s direction, “I’m Lily.” Without needing to be prompted she stepped down from her perch, a little more carefully than Samantha since she was wearing heels.<br /> <br /> “Jake’s curious to know more about you, Lily.” David invited.<br /> <br /> “Well that’s natural; I’m very interested in him,” she purred in response, and listed her vital technical statistics. They were comparable to Samantha’s, and while not the state of the art they were well above the mean, at least according to David. <br /> <br /> While she spoke, Jake found his attention wandering to her lips. He had been attracted to them as a feature when he’d first seen her, but watching them form around her words was surprisingly entrancing. He imagined kissing them, feeling them against his skin– <br /> <br /> “Jake?” Lily asked, bringing his attention back to the situation at hand. He realized that she’d been waiting for him to respond.<br /> <br /> “Oh, sorry, I wandered off there. You’re very beautiful, Lily.”<br /> <br /> “Thanks! Maybe that’s why my model’s so popular.” She cocked her head. “What do you like most about me?”<br /> <br /> “Well, you have very nice lips, for one thing.”<br /> <br /> “David, can I give Jake a kiss?” she pleaded with the salesman.<br /> <br /> “Certainly, Lily, but no mouth-to-mouth contact. We wouldn’t want to have to send you to the back for cleaning.”<br /> <br /> “You’re such a spoil-sport,” the gynoid complained. <br /> <br /> Stepping forward, she put a hand on Jake’s arm and leaned in to softly kiss his cheek. She smelled faintly of jasmine, rather than plastic like Eve, and he felt a spot of moistness as she moved her mouth up and away, briefly turning her lower lip inside out.<br /> <br /> “Did you like that?” Lily whispered, her face still only inches from his.<br /> <br /> Jake nodded, and she released his arm, smiling. <br /> <br /> “You know,” he said, looking at David, “I think I’ve made up my mind as to which model I want to try out.”<br /> <br /> David smiled. “That’s fantastic, Jake; we’ve got a few Lily’s in stock and, if you’re happy with this appearance, it won’t take more than a few hours to get one updated with the right personality presets. Would you like her to have a different name?”<br /> <br /> “No, Lily’s fine. I’ve got to say, it’ll be interesting having to go through this process again You know, having teach her how to do everything. I’ll bet she’s a really fast learner, though.”<br /> <br /> David looked confused for a moment, then laughed. “I’m surprised you didn’t know, given your engineering background. You won’t have to do any of that; there’ve been a lot of advances in companion unit software since you got Eve and newer models have all those capabilities pre-programmed. She’ll still learn procedural information and locations and such, but you won’t have to explain every little thing and spend months molding her behavior patterns.”<br /> <br /> “Guess I’m behind the times,” Jake said, watching as Lily returned to her chair and went still. He remained silent, still trying to process the sudden change in expectations induced by David’s statement.<br /> <br /> “Yeah, the older models were a little more flexible, but at the expense of reliability and consistency. For one thing, your Lily’s programming won’t turn into a big overgrown knot like Eve’s has. It makes updates and modifications less of a nightmare.”<br /> <br /> “I… can imagine.”<br /> <br /> “Well, I’m going to go back and get the documents ready for you to review for the free trial period. Feel free to wander around; the last couple of years you’ve become more of a fixture here than some of our employees.” David clapped him on the arm and headed back in the direction of the sales office. <br /> <br /> Jake wandered around for a bit looking at other models but didn’t find any that were as appealing as Lily. There were a few other customers there: one couple going from display to display and conversing in quiet tones broken by the occasional giggle, an older man that kept looking at his phone, and small gaggle of college-age guys being led around by another salesman. He remembered how differently the showroom had looked eight years ago, with the gynoids standing like statues along the walls and some cheesy dioramas set up in the middle showing them in various outfits and settings. The display unit for Eve’s model had been in the back, near a spot now occupied by a curvy redhead. <br /> <br /> Thinking of Eve brought a pang to Jake’s chest that wasn’t easily distinguishable as sadness, regret, or anger, but was somewhere at the locus of all three. He decided to go see how the repairs were going and walked back to the employee area of the dealership. The workshop was the last door at the end of the hall, tucked away where it was out of sight and earshot of any prospective customers. There was music playing in the cluttered space and the three techs present were busy working on twice their number of droids, the latter in various stages of assembly or disassembly. <br /> <br /> “Hey Jake, you make up your mind?” Steve asked, looking up from what looked like the bottom half of a head clamped into a jig. The top was next to it, upside down, and the inside of both were studded with several circuit cards, a few more of which lay on the bench nearby. <br /> <br /> “Yeah, I ended up going with Lily.”<br /> <br /> “Niiice, they’re really great pieces of hardware. Easy to work on, too.”<br /> <br /> Jake nodded, looking over at the headless body sitting next to Jake on the bench; presumably the one to which the disassembled head belonged. The synth-skin had been stripped away from most of it, revealing the plastic and metal structure underneath. Several panels were open, showing cabling and more electronics. Jake recognized that it was Eve, from the scorch marks on the cranial circuitry and the damaged wrist.<br /> <br /> “How’s it going?” he asked, gesturing towards her.<br /> <br /> “Oh, huge pain in the ass as always, but I’ll get her put back together again. All the king’s horses and all the king’s men ain’t got nothin on me. Probably be done by day after tomorrow, if only the usual number of things go wrong.”<br /> <br /> “Mhm.” Jake noticed that Eve’s face was lying on the bench in front of him, inside up so that the dozens of little plastic connection points for the mechanisms that produced her facial expressions were visible. He picked it up and turned the synth-skin appliance over in his hands. It seemed strange that the face he had held against his own, the lips he had kissed so many times, were no more than a thin layer of polymer. Her makeup was smudged. “I’ll see you later, Steve. I’m going to go see how they’re doing with Lily.”<br /> <br /> He dropped it on the bench and walked out of the workshop.<br /> <br /> ~<br /> <br /> The storage area was packed with racks of nude gynoids held upright by nylon straps, the only clear space being an aisle up the middle. Jake walked over to a rack holding three Lily’s They were identical to each other and the display model he’d met outside, but for the fact that these had their hair down. A black cable snaked down from the steel frame above each unit, entering their open rear access panels.<br /> <br /> David had come to get him with the paperwork shortly after he’d left the workshop. He’d explained that the configuration process was completely automatic now: in-inventory droids were connected to the dealership network and the proper personality settings were loaded into their memory at the push of a button. Once Jake had finished filling out the necessary forms, the only thing left to do had been to pick her up.<br /> <br /> Seeing Lily nude alongside the other models only confirmed Jake’s decision. The display model’s beauty had been accentuated by makeup and clothing. This Lily, ‘my Lily,’ he realized, was fresh from the factory, completely bare, and he still found her physically irresistible. <br /> <br /> “My Lily,” he said quietly. The corners of mouth twisted up into a subtle smile, and he reached out to press his hand against the curving bottom of her breast. He lifted it slightly, feeling the soft weight of it, then slid his hand to one side and let it drop back. It wobbled slightly, almost indistinguishable from the genuine article despite being filled with variable-thickness layers of silicone and gel instead of flesh. <br /> <br /> Jake was surprised to see the nipple of the breast he’d manipulated hardening, and looked up to see that her eyes were still closed, her face still relaxed as though she were asleep. It had to be an autonomic response, he concluded. Letting his gaze wander further up, he noticed that a progress bar on the screen above her head was nearing completion. As he watched, it filled up with a few abrupt leaps.<br /> <br /> There was a muffled electronic tone from within Lily. Her eyelids snapped open, revealing the same grey irises the display model had. Jake took a step back, not quite sure what would happen next.<br /> <br /> “Your Innobotics companion unit is performing some first-time startup processes. Please wait a moment,” Lily said in a casual, friendly voice that was completely unlike the rigid monotone Eve’s model used for system announcements. There was a whirr-click as her rear access panel closed.<br /> <br /> Jake took a moment to check the time on his phone, expecting that this would take a few minutes at least.<br /> <br /> “Jake?” Lily asked after less than thirty seconds. <br /> <br /> He almost jumped in surprise. “Yes, I’m Jake,” he said, putting his phone back in his pocket and looking up into Lily’s smiling face.<br /> <br /> Lily blinked several times. “Hi Jake, I’m Lily, your new Innobotics companion unit.” She smiled, saying nothing for several seconds. “I’m sorry, I expected there to be a technician here to help me down. I’m not sure what to do.”<br /> <br /> Jake looked over the harness that held her in place and quickly spotted the buttons that would open it. He pressed them one at a time, a strap falling away with each click. “There you go.”<br /> <br /> Lily settled more firmly to her feet and looked around. “Is there a dressing or preparation room where I can put on my complementary starter outfit?”<br /> <br /> “It’s through there, I think,” Jake said, pointing to the steel door at the far end of the room, figuring that’s what Steve had meant. <br /> <br /> “Okay. Be right back!” She said and turned to walk in the direction he’d indicated. Jake found his eyes drawn down towards her bottom and noted the way her stride seemed calculated to demonstrate its virtues.<br /> <br /> Lily disappeared through the door into a more brightly lit space, and returned after several minutes wearing a simple, loose white dress that was gathered at the waist with a sash. It hung off her shoulders, revealing an exciting but not questionable amount of cleavage, and Jake saw that she wasn’t wearing a bra under it. She’d applied some subtle makeup, as well, and Jake saw that she was carrying a black synthetic leather clutch in one hand.<br /> <br /> “What’s that?” he asked, pointing to the clutch.<br /> <br /> “Oh, just a few girl things. A little sample makeup to get me started, mostly.” She reached out and took Jake’s hand. “So how do I look?”<br /> <br /> Jake pursed his lips and raised his eyebrows, nodding. “You look great. Shall we?”<br /> <br /> Lily cocked her head. “Shall we what?”<br /> <br /> Jake laughed a little. “Let’s go, Lily”<br /> <br /> “Okay,” Lily said happily, and followed him back into the hall then the maintenance shop. <br /> <br /> Steve looked up from Eve’s disassembled insides and grinned at Jake and Lily. “Pretty lady you’ve got there.”<br /> <br /> “Yeah, she’s beautiful,” Jake said. Without thinking about it, he averted his gaze from any of Eve’s parts.<br /> <br /> “Aw, you guys are so nice,” Lily said, settling into a pose designed to flaunt her hourglass figure.<br /> <br /> “I’ll give you a call when Eve’s ready for pickup, okay?” Steve said, gesturing at the partly disassembled body. <br /> <br /> Jake’s throat tightened. He cleared it and nodded. “Yeah,” he said, “that’ll be fine.”<br /> <br /> There was an awkward pause before Lily tugged gently at his sleeve. “Hey, Jake, aren’t we going?”<br /> <br /> “Oh, Yeah,” Jake said, shaking his head a bit. “Let’s get out of here. See you later Steve, guys”<br /> <br /> “See ya!” Steve waved, turning back to his work. A few of the other busy techs mumbled acknowledgement.<br /> <br /> Jake led Lily out the back door, to where he’d parked. As soon as Jake had keyed in the destination and they’d started moving, he turned to find his newly acquired companion unit staring at him with a dreamy expression. Lily’s chin rested on one hand, her elbow propped up on the center console, and her wavy blonde hair tumbled messily around her face and shoulders.<br /> <br /> “Yes?” Jake asked. <br /> <br /> “You’re just so handsome,” she said, “I hope I’m pretty enough for you.”<br /> <br /> Jake flashed a grin at her and closed his eyes for a moment before continuing. “Don’t worry about it, you’re one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen.”<br /> <br /> Lily smiled and leaned back. “Do I make you horny?” she asked, and put her shoulders back slightly, drawing attention to the way her breasts pushed out the front of the dress.<br /> <br /> Jake felt a little short of air, suddenly, and he shifted in his seat. “I think you’re sexy as hell… yeah, you make me pretty horny.”<br /> <br /> The blonde’s smile widened, growing hungrier, “you want to do something about it?” She spread her legs slightly.<br /> <br /> Jake cleared his throat and took a few deep breaths. “I think we should wait until we get home,” he said. “Things can be a little, uh, awkward in the car.”<br /> <br /> “Okay,” Lily said, seemingly unfazed. “Would you like to watch me play with myself, instead?” She put a hand on her thigh and slid it ever so slightly towards the gap between her legs.<br /> <br /> Jake barked out a laugh. “No, I think if you do that there’s no way I’m going to be able to stay off you for another…” he looked at the dashboard display, “… seventeen minutes. Why don’t we talk about other things?”<br /> <br /> Lily shifted in her seat, adopting a less seductive position. “Okay, what do you want to talk about?”<br /> <br /> Jake admitted he was at a loss. He had a whole history of shared experiences and well-worn topics of conversation with Eve, but none of that was applicable here. He started to think about his first few weeks with Eve, his first conversations with her, but found his mind sliding away from the memories. He told himself stridently that it was because Lily was so different, that none of that would apply here, but, like trying to walk with a pebble in his shoe, there was a persistent discomfort attending the rationalizations he used to steer clear of Eve’s home in his heart.<br /> <br /> He looked outside at the county road they were driving down. There weren’t many other cars around, and it was a beautiful early summer day. Golden sunlight filtered down between the leaves of the trees that overhung the road, casting a dappled pattern across everything that shifted as branches twisted in the breeze.<br /> <br /> “What do you think?” Jake said, gesturing loosely at the scenery.<br /> <br /> Lily looked out the windshield in the general direction he’d waved his hand. The car rounded a bend, bringing a somewhat dilapidated red barn into view. Jake saw her eyes twitching back and forth, up and down as she took in the changing view. The barn fell behind them, and now a small creek glittering with reflected sunlight lay off to the side of the road.<br /> <br /> “I’m not sure,” she said, looking back to Jake after a few seconds. “Was there something specific you wanted me to look at?” <br /> <br /> “What do you think of the weather?” he asked, narrowing it down.<br /> <br /> Lily looked back outside for a moment, then said, “it’s mostly sunny. The temperature is 73 degrees. It’s a very nice day.”<br /> <br /> “What makes you call it nice?” Jake asked, his engineer’s curiosity pushing him on.<br /> <br /> Lily’s eyes stared past his shoulder, as though she were thinking, and she said, “the temperature is moderate, there is little cloud-cover, and no precipitation or extreme weather conditions.”<br /> <br /> “Hmm, I like thunderstorms, though, they’re dramatic and powerful and very interesting to watch. If there were a thunderstorm when we got home, would it still be a nice day?” Jake asked.<br /> <br /> “But thunderstorms… have clouds and rain, and sometimes dangerous wind.” Lily said, looking puzzled, “It’s not a nice day if there’s a thunderstorm.”<br /> <br /> Jake nodded, “de gustibus non est disputandum, I guess”<br /> <br /> Lily stared blankly for a moment, then leaned towards him, hooded her eyes, and said, “You make me so hot, Jake.”<br /> <br /> “No Latin translation module?” Jake said, amused by her non-sequitur response.<br /> <br /> “Do you like my outfit?” she asked after another pause.<br /> <br /> “Yes, I think it’s pretty nice for a starter. Eve came with a cheap little pair of jeans-shorts and a tank-top, so definitely a step up.”<br /> <br /> “Will Eve be at home? I can’t wait to meet her!”<br /> <br /> Jake’s jaw dropped open for a bit before he realized that it made perfect sense for her to have been programmed with knowledge of any other synthetics she’d be sharing a home with. The techs at the dealership must have loaded the information into Lily without bothering to ask. <br /> <br /> “No, she’ll be back in a day or two.” <br /> <br /> “Mm, I’ll have you all to myself, then” Lily said, “we’re going to have so much fun.”<br /> <br /> “Yes, I think we will,” Jake said, pushing down a little upwelling of fear. Eve would be ready by Tuesday night. Wednesday would be his first day back at work.<br /> <br /> The car parked itself neatly in front of Jake’s house, and Jake and Lily walked up the front steps hand-in-hand. Once inside, he gave her a quick tour that ended in the bedroom. <br /> <br /> Lily walked into the relatively sparse room ahead of him, and turned to sit down on the edge of the bed. She ran her hand back and forth over the sheet beside her a few times, then flopped onto her back and stretched her arms out. “So, are you going to fuck me now?” she asked.<br /> <br /> Jake let out a long sigh, closed his eyes, and smiled. When he opened them he said only, “yes.”<br /> <br /> Lily made a pleased noise low in her throat. She kicked off her shoes and pulled her legs up onto the bed. Pushing herself back so that her bottom was even with the edge of the mattress she took hold of her ankles and spread her legs widely. <br /> <br /> Jake walked up between Lily’s thighs and pushed the white fabric of the dress up, revealing her lack of underwear. He could see that she was already dewy with lubricant, and he ran his thumb up between her labia until it was pressed gently into the hard little bump at the top of her slit.<br /> <br /> She moaned and a wave of contraction rolled down her body, dozens of actuators carefully coordinating to give the illusion of a human’s muscles and sinews. As Jake hurriedly undressed, she pushed down the top of her dress to expose her breasts, still full and round despite being pulled against her chest by the force of gravity. “Hurry, baby, I’m so wet for you,” she begged.<br /> <br /> Lily didn’t have to wait long. Standing between her legs, Jake held his shaft by the base and guided it carefully into the slick opening. He stopped just inside her, gasping with pleasure at the tightness with which the velvet-soft orifice grabbed him. Eagerly, he pushed deeply into her with a single, long stroke that coaxed a little cry from the artificial woman.<br /> <br /> Jake leaned forwards and stroked her face as he started fucking her, each firm thrust ending in dull thwack. Lily turned her head slightly and wrapped her full, soft lips around his thumb, sucking gently on it. She let go of her ankles then started playing with her breasts, rolling and squeezing the nipples between thumb and forefinger.<br /> <br /> Lily’s heels pressed into the small of Jake’s back as she wrapped her legs around him. She added the strength of her legs to the end of each of his thrusts, and the sound of their bodies meeting grew sharper, louder. <br /> <br /> Jake’s hands wandered across her body, squeezing a breast here, feeling the curve of her narrow waist there. They settled just above her hips, holding her tightly in place as he penetrated her with greater urgency. His movements were faster now, frantic more than deliberate, and his body went rigid as muscles clenched in preparation for orgasm.<br /> <br /> Lily looked up at him with a lustful snarl. “That cock feels so fucking good inside me!”<br /> <br /> Jake panted with his mouth open. His eyes clenched shut as the feeling of Lily’s sex enfolding him drowned out all other sensation. He barely heard himself groaning as he emptied himself into her. Just as his voice began to fade, Lily’s body tensed and she let out a high-pitched moan. She held him tightly against her with her legs as she writhed in simulated pleasure on the bed, one hand twisting a lock of her hair while the other pinched one of her nipples.<br /> <br /> They stayed locked together in the same position for a little while before Jake slid his flagging erection out of Lily. She pulled her feet out from around his back and planted them on the edge of the bed, lifting herself up so that his semen, mixed with the lube she had emitted, would run up against the intake at the top of her vaginal canal. From there it was pumped quietly into an internal reservoir that she would empty during her daily maintenance cycle. She was left almost clean, other than a little bit of his fluid that remained smeared around her labia.<br /> <br /> Jake turned and sat down on the bed beside her. He ran a hand through his hair then laid down, taking her hand into his. For the first time, he realized that there weren’t any visible seams in her skin. In his post-orgasmic haze, he vaguely pondered what means could have been used to conceal them so well.<br /> <br /> Lily flipped herself over, straddling his waist, and leaned down to join her mouth with his. Her lips lived up to the expectations he’d formed in the showroom, warm, soft and yielding, and he liked the insistence with which she pushed her tongue into his mouth. He pushed back, and the two enjoyed a long, lazy, sensuous kiss while Lily massaged his arms and shoulders with surprisingly strong fingers.<br /> <br /> Jake was amazed to feel the beginnings of another hard-on, and his mind turned to thoughts of what he might do with it when it was ready. Lily noticed as well, and moved to a sitting position alongside him. She reached down and stroked his still-glistening shaft as it bobbed in rhythm with his pulse. Jake sucked in his breath when she moved her other hand to squeeze his sensitive balls, firmly at first but then with greater tenderness as his erection approached its full height.<br /> <br /> Smiling, and feeling a little bold, Jake rose and pushed Lily back down to the bed. He threw a leg over her so that he straddled her chest, and lowered himself onto her. The plastic structure of her body creaked slightly under the concentrated load, though, so he lifted himself until only a little of his weight was being borne by her. The position placed his fully-engorged cock right between her generous breasts.<br /> <br /> Lily giggled, and surprised Jake by lifting her head to take the tip of his penis into her mouth. She gave it a few firm sucks before letting it pop out from between her lips. Her CPU had analyzed the relative position of her and her lover and derived an uncertainty as to whether he desired primarily oral or mammary stimulation. The tentative move towards oral stimulation had resulted from one of her programmed strategies for determining his intent; the action wouldn’t close off either route but would prompt a response allowing her to move forward with the correct set of behaviors. She finished by raising an eyebrow and giving her head an interrogative tilt.<br /> <br /> Jake playfully tugged on both her nipples. He gave one of her breasts a slap that made her gasp; her body jerking a little under his.<br /> <br /> “Mm, I like that. Harder?” she said. <br /> <br /> “Okay,” he chuckled and gave one nipple a firm pinch. He took hold of her other breast and squeezed it hard, the heel of his hand pushing up from its base. Lily’s nipple popped up from between two of his fingers and he pressed them together, adding a little further stimulation. “How about that hard?”<br /> <br /> Lily’s eyes rolled back and she smiled with her mouth open. “Oh baby, you really know how to treat a doll.”<br /> <br /> Jake took both of Lily’s breasts in hand and pushed them together around his cock. They were cool compared with the heat of her mouth or pussy. He rocked his pelvis back and forth a few times, enjoying the sensation of friction, but when he tried to thrust more in earnest it became a little too much. <br /> <br /> “Hm,” he said, then smiled. He let go of the breasts and leaned forward a little, using one hand to support himself while the other drew Lily’s head up. <br /> <br /> She looked confused for a moment, then gladly took him into her mouth. Between his hand pulling her head forwards and his new position she was able to get her lips almost halfway down his shaft. Shifting into an oral-sex routine appropriate to the position, Lily began eagerly stimulating his head with her tongue.<br /> <br /> “Whoa,” Jake said, “take it easy. You keep that up and I won’t last a minute.”<br /> <br /> Lily slowed the gyrations of her tongue and blinked at him, not sure how to proceed.<br /> <br /> “Could you give me a little extra lube?” he asked, “actually, why not a lot extra.”<br /> <br /> Lily was silent for a moment, processing the precise nature of his request. She increased the flow of lubricant from her internal canister to her mouth several times over.<br /> <br /> Jake felt the blonde sex-bot’s mouth suddenly gush full of fluid. “That’s good,” he said. “I think that’ll be fine.”<br /> <br /> Lily slowed the pump back down to its normal speed and smiled. Clear, slightly viscous lube trickled down her cheek from the corner of her mouth.<br /> <br /> Jake pulled himself from her mouth, his cock thoroughly wet with the slippery liquid, and reseated himself in his original position. This time he could thrust into the gap between Lily’s squeezed-together breasts without discomfort. He felt his partner’s hands grasping at his buttocks, her nails pressing into his skin, adding to the combination of sensations that was quickly pushing him to his second orgasm of the afternoon. <br /> <br /> “Mm, Jake, I love having that big cock between my tits. Am I a good little fuck-toy?” Lily asked. <br /> <br /> “You’re such a good fuck-toy,” Jake said through gritted teeth. It wasn’t exactly a creative reply, but his mind was hardly in the right place for snappy come-backs. <br /> <br /> With an almost painful jerk of his scrotum, Jake came. His cum spurted onto Lily’s neck and the underside of her chin, then the hollow of her throat and, as he made one final thrust, some dribbled out onto her chest. He sighed, as content as he was exhausted. He found that he’d been gripping the supine sex-bot’s breasts so tightly that they took a few moments to return to their normal shape after he let go.<br /> <br /> Lily let go of Jake’s bottom and used her elbows to prop herself up in a position where she could more easily clean Jake off with her mouth. He let her, sucking a breath in through his teeth at the stimulation of his still-tender head. When she’d finished, he let himself fall to his side on the bed with an exhausted, content sigh.<br /> <br /> “Can I clean myself in the upstairs bathroom you showed me?” she asked, rising to a sitting position. <br /> <br /> Jake nodded, and Lily rose to leave the bedroom. Her now very wrinkled dress fell back down around her thighs. She didn’t bother to pull the top back up from where it had bunched around her waist, giving Jake an unobstructed view of her shoulder-blades as they shifted under her synthskin with each sinuous step. It was an impressive display of engineering, considering the way most older or cheaper bots used simple ball-and-socket shoulders with static scapulae in back. <br /> <br /> Lily turned and headed down the hallway, out of Jake’s view. He dropped his head back to the bed and muttered, “hell of a machine.” He could tell he’d be sore tomorrow and found he really didn’t care. 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D.Olivaw https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=A_Beginning,_of_Sorts&diff=195861 2025-07-16T14:37:22Z

<p>D.Olivaw: </p> <hr /> <div>Prologue <br /> <br /> The comfortable, if a bit worn, wooden desk chair creaked as William sat back in it to rest his eyes; strained from poring over the dusty volume lying open on his desk. He had been meaning to read the laboratory journal of Balthus for years, but the cramped, disorganized script in which the great man had jotted down his notes two centuries past was trying even his formidable skills. He could have purchased a modern, printed version at any corner bookshop with a section on the history of alchemy, but it wasn’t dry technical information he desired to obtain from the yellowed pages before him, it was the insight to be gained by seeing the margin notes and hand-penned illustrations made by the master himself; the great organizer and unifier who did for alchemy what Neston had done for physics only a few decades earlier. <br /> <br /> He took a moment to look out through the plate glass windows, seeing the backwards letters painted onto the glass proclaim: “skooB euqitnA dna eraR fo reyassA dna royevruP :ppurK mailliW.” Of course, to the various people moving about on the street outside, the message, written in the flowing but workmanlike script common to storefronts in Allemania, read: “William Krupp: Purveyor and Assayer of Rare and Antique Books.” <br /> <br /> Taking his eyes away from the various vehicles and people outside the shop, William let his gaze wander over to where Ava was tidying up one of the stacks of books that had collected in the corners of the shop, the only places where they could be put so as not to block access to the ceiling-height bookcases that dominated the cramped space. Having finished her task, Ava stiffly straightened from her bent-over position and, turning, walked to the front of the desk with a series of precise steps. <br /> <br /> Now that she was closer, William heard low clicking and scraping noises coming from Ava’s torso. He shook his head sadly. He had topped up her lubricant canisters only the day before, so it wasn’t that her mechanisms were running dry. He studied her for a moment; the straw-colored hair tied back in a bun so as not to interfere with her vision, the smooth blemishless quality of her skin, and the always empty-seeming eyes she turned on him. She stared back for a few seconds as a barely-audible set of clicking and whirring noises emanated from her head. She was taking longer than ever to process information, too, he glumly reflected. <br /> <br /> “I have completed the… the… the…” the general-purpose automaton said, a louder-than-usual click sounding from inside her with each repetition. William sighed and, leaning forwards, thumped her on the shoulder with his fist just hard enough to knock the stuck mechanism free. “…assigned task, master William,” she completed. That said, she stood as still as a statue, seemingly inanimate but for the sounds coming from her aging machineries. She wore a simple white blouse with a burgundy vest over it (the top few buttons left undone to allow for her respectable bust), and a pair of grey ladies’ trousers with laced boots. <br /> <br /> “You know, dear, I think you’re getting rather long in the tooth,” he said, as much to himself as to the machine. <br /> <br /> “That statement is not… is not…. is no…” another thump, “compatible with any of my function templates, please confine orders to actions for which I have been programmed,” she replied; much as William had expected her to. <br /> <br /> “Well, I suppose you could sweep up a bit, but after that I think I should like you to shut down for the night, so as to spare your mechanisms any excessive wear,” he said, returning to his earlier task of deciphering the alchemical text; the contents of which had established the base principles by which automatons like Ava, as well as a great many other indispensable modern machines, were constructed. He was so lost in this that he failed to notice how the scuffing and clicking noises from Ava were growing steadily louder and more abrasive as she went about the task of cleaning up the dust that invariably gathered on the floor of his shop. <br /> <br /> He was finally broken out of his reverie by a loud noise as that of a loosed spring; he looked over, startled, to find that the source of the noise was his mechanical assistant. The first noise was followed by that of cogs grinding together; then the sudden whirr of released tension and tinkling of sheared-off gear teeth as Ava’s body lurched. She dropped the broom she had been using, her right hand rising to her chest (the source of the disturbance) while her other arm stood out rigidly from her body at a downward angle. <br /> <br /> “Ava, what’s wrong?” William asked, springing to his feet as another set of grinding noises gripped the female automaton. <br /> <br /> “Does not fit… function template not found… internal functions-functions-functions disordered…” she rambled, the tone of her voice queerly changed. She seemed to hear his question, and attempted to approach him, but stumbled after only a single step, barely managing to recover. Over the louder noises of her body, William detected scuffing and tinkling noises from within the head of the clockwork woman, and he saw smoke waft from her ears and nose as the machineries and fluid emulsions of her comprehensors overheated. <br /> <br /> Suddenly, Ava’s head swung sharply to the right, then the left, then the right again; her back arching as the whirring and clicking from inside her came to fever pitch and her voice speeding up until William couldn’t determine where one word ended and another began. He tried to get close enough to hit the emergency halt button on the small of her back, but her arms swung about menacingly as her torso twisted back and forth in a thoroughly inhuman manner involving no movement of the hips. Finally, conceding defeat, he stood back and watched, a sad look on his face. <br /> <br /> Thin lubricating oil began to leak from between Ava’s parted lips as the whirring gave way to an abrasive scuffing; her movements becoming more and more halted and mechanical with each passing moment until with a loud crunch her body came to a halt. This was followed by a hollow popping noise as that of a lumin-bulb popping that emanated from within her head, and it was this that finally put an end to the unfortunate display of mechanical fallibility that had broken William’s routine. The driving force and intelligence, if it may be called that, gone; Ava toppled forwards as stiffly as a mannequin, luckily missing a pile of rare folios near where she had been working. <br /> <br /> Standing over the formerly animate form of the feminine automaton, William sighed again; more deeply. Most owners did not name their automata, so as to preserve the distinction between that which was Person and that which was not, but he had always been at odds with that tradition; feeling that having some measure of personal care in one’s mechanical helpers came at no greater cost than favoring a particular horse or dog. Now that he had seen the sad end of his first such acquisition, he understood that holding such an attitude might have done him a disservice. He felt strangely melancholy about losing Ava, almost as though instead of an appliance he had lost a human companion. <br /> <br /> At least it would give him the opportunity to purchase a more recently (and perhaps better) manufactured sort than Ava had been…<br /> -----<br /> <br /> <br /> {{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> [[Stories|&amp;larr; Story Archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:D. 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D.Olivaw https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=A_Meeting_At_Meg%27s&diff=195860 2025-07-16T14:34:08Z

<p>D.Olivaw: </p> <hr /> <div>Alex swiftly climbed the stairs to her bedroom and stepped through the open doorway. She opened her closet door and slid the more mundane, everyday items to one side so that she could more easily select from the less…utilitarian apparel. It had been weeks since she had visited “Meg’s,” as the club was known, and she couldn’t wait for the fun that no doubt awaited her that night.<br /> <br /> As she checked through the closet, tossing some items to the bed while ignoring others, she checked her remaining energy levels to ensure that she had enough charge in her batteries to last until she got back. Alex was, after all, a gynoid.<br /> <br /> The first sentient artificial intelligence had been created in 2035 at a university in Japan. While the discovery revolutionized computer science, sentient AI’s had always been few in numbers. There was no reason to set up factories to produce people with (as was quite rapidly affirmed by the world’s major courts) the same rights as humans, so the only new droids created came either from humans who were willing to devote several years of their life to raising one to maturity, or from other droids who wished to experience parenthood.<br /> <br /> Alex was of the most recent generation, and while she appeared to be in her mid twenties, she had in reality only been first activated twelve years ago. Droids, however, learned and matured at an incredible rate. Five, for example, was the legal voting-age for an AI.<br /> <br /> Satisfied with her selections, she closed the closet and started to undress. Before long, the clothes that she wore at work, as a professor of Twentieth-Century military history at a local college, lay on the floor at her feet. She immediately began to dress in the clothing she had selected for her club visit. First, she zipped herself into a black latex bustier then wriggled into an indecently short miniskirt of the same material, before pulling on some fishnet stockings and a pair of black patent-leather knee-highs.<br /> <br /> She stood up and, brushing a lock of shoulder-length auburn hair out of her eyes, admired her perfect, artificial body. A person who had never seen her before couldn’t have guessed that under her smooth, blemishless synthetic skin were the intricate wiring and circuitry of a gynoid.<br /> <br /> She squeezed her breast with one hand, enjoying the sensation as the cool, tight rubber of the bustier rubbed against her nipple, sending cascades of data through her processors. The other hand she let slip beneath her skirt to massage her smooth, plastic genitals. Her sex-programming activated briefly as she touched herself, and a drop of lubricant rolled down the inside of her thigh.<br /> <br /> “Not yet,” she told her reflection in the mirror, and left the bedroom before heading downstairs. She paused as she passed the living-room and looked inside. Dolly was standing there, plugged into a wall outlet in standby mode.<br /> <br /> “Hey, Dolly,” Alex called, smiling. She had bought the somewhat outdated pleasure-android on an internet auction site. Dolly was by no means sentient, and her systems were far less advanced than Alex’s, but she was fun to have around for the occasional bedroom romp. Dolly straightened up and looked at Alex, her movements somewhat stiff and robotic.<br /> <br /> “Hello, mistress,” dolly greeted her owner, “what do you desire?”<br /> <br /> “I’m going out; how do I look?” Alex asked.<br /> <br /> “You’re so hot, mistress,” Dolly replied with a preprogrammed answer. Alex grinned. “You’re such a dirty little doll; If I have any power left I’ll teach you a lesson when I get back!” she said, “but for now, go back to sleep, code alpha-one-three-five.” The automaton obligingly slumped forwards again; it’s eyes half-closing. Alex turned and left through the front door, making sure to grab a trenchcoat from the hook and draw it closed around her. No sense disturbing anyone who might see her on the way to the club.<br /> <br /> She got into her car and left her rather humble house on the outskirts of town. She was headed for the city center, which was where “Meg’s” was located. It was on the boundary between the industrial and business sectors of the city, and from the outside it was just a door in a brick wall with a rather humble neon sign out front. This was the garish purple symbol which beckoned to Alex through the evening gloom when she got there, having parked her car a block or so away. She walked up to the door and joined the relatively short line of people waiting to get in. The bouncer, Peter, waved her through when it came time. “Thanks, Pete,” she said, blowing him a kiss, to which he replied by rolling his eyes and turning to meet the next potential reveler.<br /> <br /> She hung her coat on the rack inside the door and entered the club proper. Music pounded away, though not quite as manic nor as loud a beat as you’d hear in most clubs. You wouldn’t have known just from looking, but most of the people dancing or talking at the tables were droids, only a quarter or so were humans. Alex’s apparel, shocking though it would have been on the street, wasn’t really any wilder than what the other girls in the room were wearing, and she blended right in. She wasn’t here to dance, though.<br /> <br /> “Alex! Alex! Over here!” she heard a feminine voice yell, and turned to see her friend, Krissy, bouncing up and down, trying to attract her attention. Alex waved and immediately made her way over through the shifting, scantily clad crowd. The slightly petite blond gave Alex a hug when they finally met up to one side of the room, and looked her up and down. She whistled appreciatively, “Damn, you look even better than usual tonight.”<br /> <br /> Alex noted that Krissy wasn’t exactly dressed for an appointment at the DMV either, with matching hotpants and tube-top made out of pink PVC, along with a pair of stiletto heels. The two bantered for a little bit about their lives; then Alex, who was eager for action, asked “so, would you like to go…get a room?”<br /> <br /> Krissy batted her eyes and responded, “of course, honey, it’s been a while since we’ve played together, hasn’t it?”<br /> <br /> “Feels like forever,” Alex said, lightly brushing her fingers against Krissy’s arm. The blonde responded by taking Alex’s hand and leading her to the back of the club. After climbing down some stairs they reached a hall with rooms set off to the side. Most of the doors were closed, but four rooms were still open. The pair entered the closest one and Alex locked the door behind them before looking around the familiar space.<br /> <br /> The walls were the same unfinished brick as the rest of “Meg’s.” There was a big, sturdy bed against the far wall and the cold concrete floor was covered in sections of soft, beige carpeting – easy to pick up and replace when they needed to be cleaned. There was a nightstand to either side of the bed with a lamp on each, but the main illumination was provided by fixtures attached to the ceiling beams overhead.<br /> <br /> Alex turned around and pressed Krissy to the wall, kissing her hungrily while she massaged the smaller gynoid’s crotch through her glossy plastic hotpants. Krissy kissed back, pushing her tongue into Alex’s mouth and squeezing her ass in both hands. Alex broke the kiss and began to nibble spots on Krissy’s neck then moved on to her ears. Krissy ran her hands over Alex’s body as the brunette’s caresses sent waves of sensory data through her systems.<br /> <br /> The pair moved to the bed, losing clothes along the way and by the time they got there all that remained were Alex’s boots and stockings. Krissy smiled and closed her eyes for a second, as though concentrating. There was a quiet click, and a triangular patch of skin on her groin which had before only been visible as a hairline seam, came loose into her hand along with a similar, larger, rectangle-shaped panel on her chest. Another on her back followed, and she placed them on the nightstand.<br /> <br /> Alex admired her synthetic companion’s now-visible machinery. Through the open access ports she saw dense, multicolored wiring and the surfaces of Krissy’s circuit boards. These were the electronics that translated the instructions of the molecular-electronic CPU inside Krissy’s plastic skull into meaningful commands for the hundreds of subsystems throughout her body. Inside the cavity, green LED’s blinked on and off, indicating the state of her various mechanisms.<br /> <br /> Especially interesting to Alex were the sex-systems revealed by the now-open genital-panel. Wiring lead into a circuit board, her main sexual subprocessor, from all directions. Various green LED’s blinked happily on its surface, indicating that Krissy was ready to go.<br /> <br /> Next it was Alex’s turn, and she also opened her three access panels, placing their covers on the other nightstand. She turned back only to have Krissy pinch one of her nipples, giggling.<br /> <br /> “You little bitch!” Alex said, jokingly, and pushed her companion back onto the bed for a long, passionate kiss. As she explored Krissy’s mouth with her tongue, Alex slid her hand down to caress her partner’s delicately crafted labia and clit. Krissy moaned with happiness as her sexual subroutines came online, and the lights on her genital panel cycled faster.<br /> <br /> Finally, Alex plunged her fingers into Krissy’s warm, wet pussy. At the same time, she started toying with her nipples, licking them and nipping them with her teeth. Inside both robotic women, electronics began to heat up and processors struggled to deal with the amount of data flowing into them. They had been designed well, though, and both handled the increased load without any trouble.<br /> <br /> Not wanting to leave all the work to her friend, Krissy also began to finger Alex back. The droids pressed against each other, making pleased noises as they increased the tempo. Then, Krissy started things off by reaching one of her slender hands into Alex’s rear cavity and pulling a few wires loose. Alex jerked backwards as a flash of sparks came from the violated circuitry in her back. Error messages filled her vision as her systems fluctuated for a few seconds, and several LED’s blinked from green to red in her open panels. She smiled and kissed Krissy, harder now, more urgently.<br /> <br /> It wasn’t long before Alex responded to Krissy’s advance by taking her finger, wet from being inside the petite droid’s pussy, and dripped a little lubricant onto a circuit board in her playmate’s chest. A flurry of sparks flashed from the spot, and Krissy’s back arched, eyes wide, as her body spasmed. She regained control for a few seconds, then another shower of sparks burst from an adjacent circuit board, and she took a minute or so to fully recover as Alex massaged her breasts.<br /> <br /> The two synthetic females kissed again, and again massaged each-other’s pussies. Krissy, after a couple of minutes, reached into Alex’s chest and pulled a small circuit board from its mounting. Sparks illuminated the inside of the brunette gynoid’s chest as more of her circuitry burned out from the damage. More of her LEDs blinked to red, and some even went out entirely.<br /> <br /> She moaned in a synthetic, skewed sounding voice as she enjoyed the malfunctions caused by Krissy’s actions. She didn’t wait long to respond, though. Circuit board still dangling from a couple of wires in her chest, she felt around in Krissy’s back and pulled a particularly thick wire loose before jamming it’s exposed end into the surface of a subprocessor. Krissy’s body spasmed out of control for a few seconds before power to the cable was cut off. Like Alex, smoke now wafted from her open panels; like Alex, her movements were now jerky and mechanical, her voice skewed and synthetic sounding. She was also enjoying it as much as Alex was.<br /> <br /> Alex pushed Krissy onto her back and moved her head down to the malfunctioning blonde’s crotch. As Krissy spread her legs, Alex licked and nibbled her clitoris. Krissy’s back arched again, this time as her processors choked on all the input from the touch-sensors in her genitals. She came, moaning loudly, and at the height of her climax Alex, having intertwined her fingers with the wiring inside her Krissy’s genital panel, made a fist; ripping many of them from their connections.<br /> <br /> Krissy’s body jerked wildly, sparks exploding from the handful of loose wires in Alex’s hand and also from her other access panels as circuitry all through her body fried itself. She finally collapsed back to the bed; her systems completely crashed. She would need to be rebooted to come back online.<br /> <br /> Alex kissed her unconscious companion’s parted lips, and settled back to finger herself. She moved her finger faster and faster until she was on the verge of coming, and then pushed herself over. Her systems had been too badly damaged to handle it, though, and an overload developed in her sex circuitry. Sparks erupted from the circuit board in her vaginal access panel, and the wires melted. Some of the electronics caught fire, briefly, but soon went out, leaving Alex on her back, twitching, as she slowly massaged her pussy. Smoke curled out of the access panel on her groin, and she would jerk a bit whenever a fresh circuit burnt itself out, but she had loved every second of it.<br /> <br /> -----<br /> <br /> At closing time, John, the on-staff mechanic for “Meg’s,” came by to check on the rooms. He used his master key to find the two, still where they had been when they had finished. He smirked and went to go get his repair kit.<br /> <br /> Droids often came here for that sort of thing, and he was always there when they were finished, ready to patch them up and send them on their way. The repairs were free, but in order to get that level of service the establishment’s various patrons paid a yearly fee. Alex, Krissy, and the rest of their little circle were loyal customers and had even become friends with many of the staff (like John and Peter).<br /> <br /> When he was done fixing them up; carefully replacing all their burnt-out parts and rebooting them, the girls got dressed and Krissy went on her way, sharing a last, passionate kiss with Alex. Alex, though, stayed behind.<br /> <br /> “You’re always here for us, that’s very kind of you, you know,” she told him.<br /> <br /> “Well, it is my job, after all,” he laughed.<br /> <br /> “I know it’s your job, silly, but you really are very kind, and very gentle; much more than you need to be. We really appreciate it, John,” she replied, and kissed him on the cheek, causing him to blush. She smiled and said “I’ll see you next time, hon. Good night.”<br /> <br /> She left “Meg’s” that night feeling as satisfied as usual, and quite ready to tackle the pile of term papers she had to grade that weekend. She checked and found that her battery would last her just long enough to get home and plug in for the night, so Dolly’s “disciplining” would have to wait for another day. Grinning from ear to ear with the thought, she started her car and headed home. <br /> <br /> -----<br /> <br /> <br /> {{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> [[Stories|&amp;larr; Story Archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:D. Olivaw]]<br /> [[Category:Stories]]<br /> [[Category:Built]]<br /> [[Category:Access panel]]<br /> [[Category:Damage]]<br /> [[Category:Female-Female]]<br /> [[Category:Malfunction]]<br /> [[Category:Multiple Robots]]<br /> [[Category:Pyrotechnics]]<br /> [[Category:Robot on Robot]]<br /> [[Category:Sex]]<br /> [[Category:Latex]]<br /> [[Category:Sentient]]</div>

D.Olivaw https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=House_Call_(D.Olivaw)&diff=195780 2025-07-11T20:39:52Z

<p>D.Olivaw: </p> <hr /> <div>Lyssa walked out of the side room wearing nothing but a pair of high-heeled sandals. She sashayed over to the couch, the centerpiece of an otherwise Spartan living room, and made a sour face at the female form sprawled across it. <br /> <br /> “You know,” she told Heather’s inert and equally naked body, “this is just what I get for picking an inexperienced playmate.”<br /> <br /> Heather’s eyes continued to stare blankly in wildly different directions, just as they had for the last nine hours, and her face was still locked in lopsided, lip-curled grimace. One of her hands was splayed out to the side while the other was inside her open chest panel, still clenched around a fistful of wires and cables she’d torn free in a fit of ecstasy. The hand and the edge of the access bay were marked with soot and smoke-stains from the fireworks that had resulted. Many of the electronic components visible inside her were bulged or burnt, victims to the chaos she’d inflicted on her systems with that fateful tug.<br /> <br /> Lyssa sighed and tossed her mane of bright red hair, then stared intently at an empty spot on the far wall. John picked up after only a few rings. <br /> <br /> “Hi, this is John. Who’s calling?” <br /> <br /> While to someone standing in the living room Lyssa would have seemed as silent and unmoving as Heather, internally she put on her best happy-voice and said “Hey, John, this is Lyssa. You’ve fixed me up a few times at Meg’s. You wouldn’t happen to make house-calls, would you? I know it’s Saturday but I’d be willing to pay a little extra.”<br /> <br /> There was a pause. Lyssa tapped her toe nervously and the metronome-like sound echoed loudly in her otherwise quiet apartment. <br /> <br /> John sniffed. “Uh, well, it hasn’t come up much to be honest. Let me ask a few questions and we’ll see if it makes sense for me to come out. First off, what seems to be the problem? You’re at least functional enough to be calling me.”<br /> <br /> “Oh, it’s not me. I fixed myself up just fine. It’s my friend, Heather. She’s a different model than me and she’s really fried. I don’t have half the parts I’d need.”<br /> <br /> “Okay, I understand. Around where do you live?<br /> <br /> Lyssa told John which exurb she lived in and he responded that it wasn’t an unreasonable drive; especially given that he’d probably have to stop by his workshop at the club before coming over if Heather was as damaged as Lyssa said.<br /> <br /> “And that brings us to our next point,” he continued, sounding more enthusiastic, “give me the rundown: make, model, and damage.” <br /> <br /> “I checked, she’s a Lazurite 3350-F. She managed to burn out almost everything in her upper-thoracic electronics bay. All the software safeguards were disabled except for the ones protecting her core processors and memory.”<br /> <br /> “Shit! That’s a little… extreme. What, did she take a shower with the panel open or something?” John asked. <br /> <br /> “She just got a little carried away,” Lyssa answered the semi-sarcastic question. “It was her first time.”<br /> <br /> “Okay, okay. Well, 3350s are getting to be fairly common so I’m sure I’ve got everything I’ll need at the club. What’s your address?”<br /> <br /> Externally, Lyssa sighed in relief. Internally, she reeled off her address over the phone line to John. It would have been awkward if she’d had to call in an emergency repair service for Heather or take her to a public rep-shop, and it might have taken a couple of days to get her back in working order if she were stuck in a queue with a bunch of other synthetics. Lyssa had dreaded the possibility of having to figure out where Heather worked in order to call her in as “sick” for Monday, but now she didn’t need to worry about it.<br /> <br /> “I figure I’ll be there in about an hour, maybe a little more depending on traffic. I’ll call you back if I’m going to be much longer,” John said.<br /> <br /> “Great! Thank you so much for coming out on the weekend.”<br /> <br /> “Hey, no problem, I didn’t really have any plans for today and this sounds like it might be a fun project.”<br /> <br /> Lyssa smiled and cocked her head thoughtfully. She thought about how frustrated she’d been since Heather had cut short their evening, and her smile grew into an impish grin. “I think you may be right about that. I’ll see you in an hour, then.”<br /> <br /> “Bye,” John said then hung up. <br /> <br /> Somewhat over an hour later, John arrived outside Lyssa’s front door. He briefly balanced the corner of the box he was carrying on the doorknob to free up a hand and knocked quickly, wincing at the cold wind that blew down the open-ended third-floor breezeway. <br /> <br /> A few seconds later the door opened. He recognized Lyssa immediately from the rich turquoise shade of her eyes, not a common color even among synthetics. John could hardly help but look her up and down for a moment. She was wearing gauzy violet shift that was effectively see-through, and the way it clung around her the flare of her hips and the swell of her breasts accentuated her beauty in a way that was more effective than mere nakedness would have been. After all, he’d seen her naked before on more than one occasion, even if usually in a deactivated state.<br /> <br /> “Come in, silly, it’s cold out there.” Lyssa said. She turned and strutted back into the apartment.<br /> <br /> John followed a few steps behind, turning briefly to shut the door behind him with an elbow. He dropped the box to a lower grip so he could shamelessly enjoy the view of Lyssa’s backside. Given her wardrobe choice it seemed like she’d hardly mind. <br /> <br /> “So, this is Heather, I presume?” John said, nodding in the direction of the lithe blonde on the couch. He set the box on one of the couch cushions and shrugged off the backpack he’d used to hold his toolkits, dropping it gently to the hardwood floor.<br /> <br /> “That’s her,” Lyssa said, “Poor thing just couldn’t contain her excitement.” <br /> <br /> John took a knee on the couch and bent over Heather for a closer look. He gently but firmly pulled her arm back, withdrawing the hand from her chest a few inches so that he could unclench her fingers and free the wiring she’d grabbed. That done, he moved it further out of the way. With each motion John imposed on her, the unpowered actuators in her arm and shoulder whirred with resistance.<br /> <br /> “Well, doesn’t look like there’s any obvious damage to the dermal layer on her hand. That’s good; means she’ll just need a good scrubbing instead of a reskin-job,” John said. He pulled a pen-light from his pocket and looked around inside the now unobstructed electronics bay. “Man, she really did a number on herself though.” He whistled through his teeth. “Gonna have to replace almost everything and do a few tests to make sure the damage didn’t spread to any other systems.”<br /> <br /> “How long do you think it’ll take?” Lyssa asked.<br /> <br /> John stood back up and put the pen-light back in his pocket. He looked off into the distance and bit his lip for a few seconds. “Hm, figure probably around four or five hours at least, assuming there’s no serious damage other than the obvious. Guess I better get started, huh?”<br /> <br /> Lyssa frowned, “Ugh, I was worried it was going to be an all-day affair. I’m sorry, again. Can I get you a drink or something? I’ve got water, orange juice, a couple of different kinds of soda. No food, I’m afraid.”<br /> <br /> John smiled, “Don’t worry; I ate before I got here. If we go too long I can always pop out for some food, or order something for delivery if it’s okay with you.”<br /> <br /> Lyssa gestured widely with her arms, “Feel free, I’m the one who took over your Saturday.”<br /> <br /> “Thanks, and don’t think calling me out here was some sort of terrible imposition. It’s not like I hate my job.” John had unzipped the book bag and was laying out a couple of different-sized plastic tool cases. <br /> <br /> Lyssa raised her eyebrows. “So, you like playing with plastic titties all day long?” <br /> <br /> John fumbled the case he was holding and barely caught it again. Taking a deep breath, he placed it alongside the first few. “Actually, I try to keep the repairs I do as clinical as possible. I wouldn’t want to take advantage of someone.”<br /> <br /> “What about non-sentients? I’m sure you don’t just repair class-IV synthetics.”<br /> <br /> John turned to give Lyssa a wry smile. “Well then that’s someone’s property. A good mechanic wouldn’t take his client’s car for a joyride without permission, right? It’s like that, only more so. Also, why do I get the feeling that you’re baiting me?”<br /> <br /> “Oh,” Lyssa said, putting a hand to her chest with a shocked expression, “I don’t know what you’re talking about… other than that I am, of course.” She grinned at him.<br /> <br /> John laughed. “Okay, I bite.”<br /> <br /> Lyssa came and sat down next to Heather, on the side opposite John and his tools. “I’m just curious. It’s got to be stressful if that’s how you approach it; being around all these perfect, beautiful bodies all day long and not letting yourself have fun with them.”<br /> <br /> “It is, sometimes.” John said. He was methodically disconnecting cables inside of Heather, occasionally looking down to flick through diagrams on a roll-out screen he’d laid across one of her pale thighs. “But don’t worry, I have plenty of fun.”<br /> <br /> “Ah,” Lyssa said. “You’re seeing someone, then?”<br /> <br /> John looked up at her. “Well, um, not at the moment,” he said, and then went back to undoing cables. <br /> <br /> “I’m not distracting you too much, am I? You don’t mind talking while you work?” Lyssa asked.<br /> <br /> “Oh, no, it’s fine; kind of nice, actually.”<br /> <br /> “Good. It seems like we’re going to be here for a while, so why don’t you tell me a little about yourself. How’d you end up as the head repair tech at Meg’s? Where do you come from, originally? Give me your whole life story.” Lyssa drew her legs up onto the couch and put an arm around Heather’s shoulders.<br /> <br /> “You going to write my biography?” John laughed, “I better get a cut of the royalties; probably be able to buy myself a cup of coffee.”<br /> <br /> “Hey, I think you’re interesting. Besides, I’ve got nowhere to be for the rest of the day. Or at least nowhere I’d rather be.”<br /> <br /> Done with the connectors and cables, John unclipped a couple of clasps and slid a circuit board out of its mounting. It was obviously done for, given the scorch marks, so he set it on the floor and went back for the next component to be removed. It was hard to ignore Lyssa’s rather full breasts, the closest of them pressed against Heather’s arm just a little way from where he was working. “Sure, okay. Jeez, where do I begin? I’ve never told anyone my ‘life story’ before; not sure there really is one.” <br /> <br /> “Try the beginning. Where’d you grow up? Did you go to college? See where that takes you.”<br /> <br /> John did just that. As the pile of parts on the floor grew larger, he talked about his youth in the country, about his high-school robotics projects, what he’d thought when he’d first met a synthetic at college. He told Lyssa about how he’d gotten sufficiently interested in the tech of humanoid robotics that he’d changed his concentration at school. He’d gotten out just after a big market crash, though, so jobs were a bit scarce and he hadn’t been impressive enough to pull a position with one of the big firms. He’d made ends meet doing increasingly advanced repair work in a lot of different places.<br /> <br /> By that point in the story he’d removed every part he could through the relatively small access panel, so he unsealed Heather’s synthflesh seams with a high-intensity UV-light then unlocked and removed her thoracic plate, basically the whole front of her chest from collarbone to sternum. He couldn’t keep himself from laughing when, after he gave it to Lyssa, she held it up and gave it a hard shake, causing Heather’s breasts to jiggle wildly.<br /> <br /> “Ah, this is what you meant when you said you had plenty of fun,” she said, doing it again and sending John into another fit of laughter.<br /> <br /> “What would Heather think if she could see you do that?” John managed to get out.<br /> <br /> “Pretty sure she’d think it’s fucking hilarious, actually,” Lyssa responded, and carefully set the plate, breasts down, on one of the couch’s wide arms. She studied its backing for a moment. Emerging from near the middle of the clear, molded-plastic ‘ribcage’ was a thick cable with a broad, multi-pinned connector head for carrying pressure and temperature data back from the innumerable sensors embedded in the plate’s synthflesh exterior. “She’s laid out a little differently than me.”<br /> <br /> “Well, different design,” John said,” You two don’t even have the same manufacturer, after all.” He pulled a series of small circuit cards out of one of a pair of racks on either side of Heather’s opened torso. “Junk, junk, junk, looks okay, junk,” he judged each one, tossing the damaged ones to the pile on the floor while he kept the potentially salvageable component on his lap. The ones on the other side fared better; all but one of them lacked any visible damage. A minute with a tester, however, showed that even the ones that seemed alright had faults of one sort or another.<br /> <br /> “She sure was thorough.” Lyssa said, “Not much left of her, is there?”<br /> <br /> “She got lucky with what she grabbed, or unlucky, I guess. The idea’s usually to draw it out a little, right?” He pursed his lips.<br /> <br /> Lyssa looked surprised for a moment, then curious. “Why do you think we do this?” She pointed at Heather’s ruined internals.<br /> <br /> John flushed slightly. “The… um, well, for reasons still not well understood, there’s an emergent effect where the high volume of disordered data coming into the CPU from multiple hardware faults is interpreted as being… pleasurable by many class IV synthetics.”<br /> <br /> “Wow, you make it sound like we’re robots or something,” Lyssa said disapprovingly. She moved her arms stiffly forward and back and turned her head with an exaggerated wobble at the end. “Beep-boop. Malfunction.”<br /> <br /> John tried to stifle his smile but failed. “Well, am I wrong?”<br /> <br /> There was a click, and a seam appeared around a trapezoidal section of Lyssa’s chest. She reached up and removed the panel to show her own, fully functional electronics complete with a stack of flickering green LED lights to one side. “John, we synthetics, we’re beings of perfect, crystalline order. Everything designed, planned, programmed. A million little parts all working together, just right. When you malfunction, though, it’s like a flood of chaos overwhelming you, and I don’t just mean that there’s a bunch of out-of-context data coming into the low-level analog systems. It’s the feeling of losing that total control, of the design being swept away, of all the backups and auxiliaries and the fail-soft modes going to pieces and nothing being left.” She leaned towards him across Heather’s lap.<br /> <br /> John found that he’d forgotten to breathe. “That sounds terrifying.”<br /> <br /> Lyssa grinned fiercely. “More like exhilarating. And the best part about Meg’s is that I know when I reach that point, and nothing’s left but a burnt-out plastic doll, someone will be there to make me perfect again. Someone I can trust. It’s freeing, and I know I’m not the only one who feels that way.”<br /> <br /> John took another breath and looked deeply into Lyssa’s turquoise eyes. Abruptly, he leaned forwards and kissed her. He felt the cool softness of her lips against his own, felt her hand take hold of his as she pressed into the kiss more firmly. He could hear electricity humming through the systems inside her open panel and he drew in the subtle plastic scent of her skin.<br /> <br /> Lyssa broke the kiss and moved to whisper in John’s ear. “You’re so good at putting me back together, why don’t we see how you are at taking me apart?” At the same time, she pressed the heel of her hand against his crotch, drawing her palm up the bulge of a quickly-growing erection such that she ended with her fingers grasping the pull-tab of his pants’ zipper. She pulled it down sharply then slipped her hand inside and through the fly of his boxers, deftly freeing his cock. <br /> <br /> John pulled Lyssa back into another, more passionate kiss as she began to stroke his shaft. As soon as he resurfaced for air, he cast a dubious look at Heather, still between them on the couch, and asked “do you have a bed?”<br /> <br /> Lyssa gave the head of John’s cock a playful pat and stood up. “Of course, come with me.” <br /> <br /> John hurriedly stripped and followed her to the bedroom, which proved less sparse than the rest of the apartment. There were a couple of bookshelves, a dresser, and nightstands on either side of the queen-sized bed. When he saw Lyssa stop he took a double-step and put his arms around her. She sighed as he squeezed her breasts up against her body, each overfilling one of his hands, and the sigh became a moan when he pinched her nipples firmly between his fingers.<br /> <br /> “Oh, John, I want you to fuck me to pieces,” Lyssa purred as she writhed her firm body against him.<br /> <br /> John bent her over the bed so abruptly that the servos in her midsection whined angrily. Her long hair was cast forward, a fan of saturated red against the cool white sheets, and she groaned with pleasure when he hiked up the back of her shift and plunged himself into the wet warmth of her artificial pussy.<br /> <br /> Lyssa let him fuck her like that for a little while, enjoying the pleasure data that pulsed into her CPU with every one of John’s filling thrusts, with every motion of her erect nipples against the surface of the bed. She savored the partially randomized, algorithmic build of ecstasy that was taking her towards orgasm. But she wanted more than just the perfectly contrived ballet of electrical impulses currently humming through her circuits, so when she determined the moment was right she unimpaled herself from her lover’s cock and pulled up her legs to kneel on the bed. She turned herself round towards him, hair falling messily around her face and shoulders and breasts, and arched her back to accentuate not only her fabulous rack but also the open access panel on her chest.<br /> <br /> John pulled her into a close embrace with one hand on her rear. “You know how earlier you said you were perfect?” he asked in between breaths, “You’re not, you know. You have a design flaw.”<br /> <br /> Lyssa raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And what’s tha-tha-tha-tha-tha-…” she stammered as John yanked a smallish circuit card from amongst a rack of them inside her chest and held it up in front of her. “...that?” she finished after another few repetitions.<br /> <br /> “You’ve gotta be careful, because these can go in backwards,” he said. Flipping the card upside-down in his hand he reinserted it into its slot.<br /> <br /> Lyssa jerked out of John’s grip and fell stiffly back to the bed. Tiny pops and crackles attended the release of a small plume of white smoke as that card, then the ones adjacent to it, began to short out. There was a little fizzle of yellow-orange sparks between them. Error signals and mixed-up data temporarily stalled her CPU and a lustful sigh became a glitched-sounding “O-o-o-o-ooo-o-ooh,” as her systems sought to reroute their functions around the damage. One of her arms waggled back and forth almost like she was twitchily trying to wave the smoke away.<br /> <br /> John grinned and leapt up on the bed. Grabbing hold of Lyssa’s calves, he pulled her towards him and penetrated her again. He paused for a moment, his eyes rolling back at the way her pussy spastically alternated between contracting and loosening, apparently affected by the malfunctions she was experiencing. Resting her ankles on his shoulders, he began thrusting while simultaneously rubbing her clit with the tip of his thumb.<br /> <br /> As the delightful chaos in Lyssa’s CPU subsided, she was hit full-force by an overwhelming backlog of more conventional pleasure-impulses coming from her sexual sub-processors. Her back arched and she cried out, thrashing at the sheets as she trembled at the brink of her orgasm threshold. Seeking the last iota of sensation required to reach that programmed reservoir of ecstasy she pinched her nipples so hard that even through the fabric of the chemise her fingernails left temporary indentations in the delicate synthskin. “Harder!” she demanded.<br /> <br /> John quickened his pace, grabbing hold of both Lyssa’s thighs. He felt his own orgasm rapidly approaching, but he hoped to hold it off and prolong their current bout of lovemaking. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on anything other than the tight synthetic sex that was currently wrapped around his cock, or the flame-haired beauty to which it belonged. <br /> <br /> He was in luck, for after just a little more strenuous fucking Lyssa’s face contorted and she let out a shallow, panting wail that was one the many and varied vocal files that could be triggered when she came. She relaxed back to the bed, allowing John to slip out of her with a wet plop while she continued fondling her breasts, though more gently now.<br /> <br /> John, letting her legs fall to either side of him, reached forward and grabbed her by the lower edge of her open panel. He pulled her up into a long, gentle kiss. <br /> <br /> He felt her lips smile against his and she said, “I hope you don’t think I’m finished with you.”<br /> <br /> “Mm, you can hardly be finished with me if I haven’t finished at all,” John whispered back. He walked back on his knees until he could stand up off the side of the bed. His erection hadn’t appreciably softened and was still pointing out ahead of him, glistening with Lyssa’s juices.<br /> <br /> Lyssa giggled and followed him until she was seated on the edge of the bed. There was a familiar click of panel latches disengaging, and she popped loose a smaller section of synthskin and plastic from just above her mound. “You got my circuits so nice and hot,” she said, running a finger along the surface of the circuit board that dominated inside of the opening. With one smooth motion, she slid off the edge of the bed and dropped to her knees in front of John. “You know, it’s been ages since someone gave my pretty rubber face a good, hard fucking.”<br /> <br /> John exhaled raggedly as Lyssa opened her lips and took his cock deep inside her mouth. She stared up at him with a piercing expression and arched her eyebrows, daring him on. He accepted the challenge, placing his hands on the back of her head and gently pushing himself further inside her. He felt the end of his cock slip past the back of her tongue and into the molded constriction of the throat cavity beyond. Breathing hard, he withdrew almost completely then thrusted slowly back with just a little more force. He felt additional lube gush in around his cock and hazarded a third, harder thrust that brought his head up hard against the narrow section.<br /> <br /> Biting his lip, John shook his head in bewildered amazement at Lyssa, who winked and made an appreciative “Mmm” sound around the obstruction in her mouth. Past that, John saw one of her hands making rapid motions between her legs while the other gripped a corner of her open chest panel. <br /> <br /> Feeling less inhibited, he slammed home with more force on his fourth thrust, pushing a few centimeters further and enjoying the sensation of tightness as Lyssa’s throat stretched to accommodate him. Surrendering himself to the experience, he began slamming his cock down her throat over and over with a sloppy thwuck thwuck thwuck sound, employing ever more strength as the additional lubricant helped him reach deeper. His head tilted back and his teeth clenched as the sensation became overwhelming.<br /> <br /> Lyssa moaned loudly, whether from his exertions or hers or both John didn’t know. He looked down and saw that one of his hands had balled into a fist in her hair, and that, by her expression, Lyssa seemed ready to come if she wasn’t already doing so. The sight of the beautiful synthetic redhead on her knees was enough to push John over the edge and he cried out, a pleasure so intense it was painful radiating from his groin in pulses. He slumped forwards, releasing his grip on Lyssa’s hair and taking his hand from the back of her head.<br /> <br /> Lyssa moaned again, this time definitely coming, and leaned back such that John’s cock slid out of her mouth. She tipped her head forward and a long, thin stream of his cum slipped from between her lips. It spattered wetly atop her breasts, on her knees, and directly into the electronics inside her open panel.<br /> <br /> Lyssa looked up and smirked at John. “Oops,” she said as her delicate circuitry began angrily buzzing and crackling.<br /> <br /> John stepped back as sparks leapt from several spots and a little tongue of flame flared from one component. He covered his mouth as smoke billowed out of Lyssa’s chest. She began to judder and twitch violently as her servos fought each other.<br /> <br /> “You li-li-li-like seeing me-me-me like thi-i-i-i-is?” she stammered, the words badly out of synch with the motions of her mouth. “Aren’t I-I-I-I perfe-fe-fe-fect?” The short-circuiting redhead stood shakily and tried to take a step forward but lost her balance and flopped back to the bed. Her legs bounced up and down in a halting parody of a walking motion.<br /> <br /> John rushed over and opened a window, letting in a steady gust of clean, ice-cold air to thin the acrid smoke. Thinking quickly, he ran to the bed and ripped off Lyssa’s chemise to make sure it wouldn’t catch fire and used it to fan the smoke towards the window. By this point the pops and bangs and crackles from inside his synthetic lover had started to tail off, and her uncoordinated motions had wound down some. <br /> <br /> Lyssa unevenly batted her long lashes at John, her head twitching persistently to the right, and said, “You-you-youzzghr make me-me-me szrhooo fucking-king ho-o-o-o-o-ot, you gzkrrrrr…” the rest of the statement was swallowed in a hash of digitized distortion that her lips hopelessly failed to form themselves around. She managed to seize John’s hand and give him a lopsided smile before a loud string of pops twisted her face into a bizarre sneer and sent a shudder through her body. The quiet humming that attended the normal operation of her systems, which had grown increasingly ragged through her worsening malfunctions, finally ground out with an uneven clatter and left the bedroom silent.<br /> <br /> John shivered in the quickly cooling bedroom, but the stream of hot air from the HVAC vents combined with the open window was doing too good of a job clearing the air for him to want to stop it. Instead, he found the bathroom and took a long, hot shower. He stuck to just water, not wanting to risk the soap that was guaranteed to “keep your synthskin soft and supple!” In passing he noticed that the second bedroom had been set up with some basic repair and diagnostic equipment along with several shelves of spare parts, but he noted it was far from sufficient to make Lyssa operational given her current degree of damage. <br /> <br /> By the time he finished toweling off the bedroom no longer smelled of burnt silicon, so he closed the window and let the temperature come back up to something reasonable. For a while he sat on the bed next to Lyssa, looking into her blank, turquoise-colored eyes and thinking about the events of the last few hours. It struck him that he had liked seeing her malfunction and break down, and that he was certain he’d like to see her do so again and even take a more active part in causing it. Moreover, he’d loved seeing the way she enjoyed their play and knowing that, just like Lyssa had said, as often as she went to pieces he’d be able to make her perfect again.<br /> <br /> After taking advantage of the orange juice in the fridge, John returned to the living room and got back to work on Heather. First off was to finish the interrupted job of removing the damaged parts. That done, he popped the vacuum-wrap on her new components and laid them out neatly. He was fascinated to see that many were from the big new Lagrange-point fabrication centers and noted to the oblivious blonde synthetic, “hey Heather, after this you’ll be part asteroid.” <br /> <br /> Just as he’d predicted, it took about another four hours for John to finish installing all the parts and do system diagnostics. At the end of that time, he took a deep breath, flipped the manual power switch inside Heather’s torso, and waited patiently while she booted up, watching all the time to see if any problems cropped up via the pad-comp he’d plugged into one of her diagnostic ports.<br /> <br /> For once, nothing went awry, and when John looked up from unplugging his diagnostic tools he noted that Heather was staring at him quizzically. “Hi, I’m John. Lyssa invited me over to fix you up after what happened last night,” he said.<br /> <br /> Heather relaxed her posture a little, letting the hand that had been hanging in the air for the last day finally drop to her side. With her chest plate still off, the actuators in her shoulder whined audibly. She looked embarrassed and immediately broke eye contact with John, staring down into her exposed hardware. “Um, thanks John. Is Lyssa still here, by the way?”<br /> <br /> Now it was John’s turn to look embarrassed. “Oh, uh, yes, I guess. She’s in the bedroom. Can I put your chest back on?”<br /> <br /> Heather nodded and watched with interest as he positioned the large section and locked it into place, then sealed up the gaps in her synthskin with the other setting on the light. She found the smaller panel on the arm of the couch and picked it up, then stopped when she realized that Lyssa’s was lying next to it. She gave John a profoundly questioning look and stood up. <br /> <br /> John made an “oh well” gesture with his hands to no one in particular as Heather went and took a look in the bedroom. She came out a few seconds later with her eyes a little wider. She put her hands on her hips and smirked at John. “Now that’s what I call quality service,” she said.<br /> <br /> “Oh, we know each other,” John explained.<br /> <br /> “If you didn’t before you sure do now; I’m pretty sure I know what that was all over Lyssa’s chin. Now, Mr. Break-it, you wouldn’t happen to know where Lyssa put my clothes, do you?”<br /> <br /> John raised his hands in an expression of ignorance and suggested the bedroom closet. <br /> <br /> “Hm, I probably should have thought of that,” Heather responded. “You sure you put everything in the right slot?” She pointed at her chest.<br /> <br /> John sat down on the couch and made a tired sigh. “Pretty sure.”<br /> <br /> Heather went back into the bedroom and came out a few minutes later in a fairly modest set of street clothes. “You’re going to fix Lyssa, right?” she asked as she collected her purse and coat from the rack near the door.<br /> <br /> “Yes, of course. I’m going to need to drop back by my shop to get parts for her model. I figure I’ll do it in a little while when I head out to get dinner.”<br /> <br /> Just before heading out, she paused. “Um, do I owe you anything?” <br /> <br /> “No, Lyssa said she’d take care of it,” John responded.<br /> <br /> “Oh? That’s really nice of her. Hey, when you get her running again tell her I’m totally game if she wants to try a rematch, and that I’ll try not to jump the gun this time. Lyssa’s so awesome.”<br /> <br /> John nodded, and waved as Heather left. Looking at the long bars of light the evening sun cast on the floor through the window-blinds, he nodded again. “Yeah, she really is.”<br /> -----<br /> <br /> {{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> [[Stories|&amp;larr; Story Archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:D. Olivaw]]<br /> [[Category:Stories]]<br /> [[Category:Built]]<br /> [[Category:Malfunction]]<br /> [[Category:Damage]]<br /> [[Category:Multiple Robots]]<br /> [[Category:Sex]]<br /> [[Category:Pyrotechnics]]<br /> [[Category:Repair]]<br /> [[Category:Access panel]]</div>

D.Olivaw https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Too_Much_of_a_Good_Thing&diff=195779 2025-07-11T20:37:14Z

<p>D.Olivaw: </p> <hr /> <div>''Here's a light little malfunction story I just finished. The technological context is retro-futuristic, befitting the rocketpunk setting, so the fembots are more like something from Star Trek: TOS rather than an extension modern, real life computers or robots.''<br /> <br /> -----<br /> <br /> Cace paused only a few steps inside the shop. The door slid shut behind him, closing out the orange glare of Lamont’s sun and the crackling roar of an ascending ship. The barest hint of a smile creased his face as he realized why he’d stopped—unlike the many identical doors he’d passed through in the last week, this one had closed without a gritty squeal. He’d become so used to the sound that its absence had seemed strange.<br /> <br /> He took in the interior of the shop as his eyes adjusted, his gaze falling first on the humanoid robots that stood like a rank of silent metal soldiers along one wall before continuing on to the more diversely shaped utility models at the back of the room. Parts and service supplies were tidily arranged on shelving that covered most of the remaining wall-space. The air smelled of metal and rubber, with hints of oil and chemicals.<br /> <br /> “Hello. Can I help you?” asked an elderly, white-haired man from behind a sales counter to the right of the entrance.<br /> <br /> “New door?” Cace asked.<br /> <br /> The old man smiled, his blue eyes twinkling beneath bushy eyebrows. “No, just have to clean it all the damn time. Otherwise dust gets in; the fine stuff that blows in from the desert. Hell on machinery.”<br /> <br /> “I guess that would be a problem for–“ Cace gestured towards the merchandise. He only now noticed that the thin whitish film that seemed to cover almost everything on Lamont was absent here. “Good for business, though?”<br /> <br /> “Good and bad. People aren’t as quick to buy a ‘bot if they think they’re going to spend a bundle on replacement bearings and service.” He stared at Cace for a moment. “But what can I do for you, spacer?”<br /> <br /> Cace laughed. “That obvious? What gave me away?”<br /> <br /> The old man put his palms on the counter and leaned forward. “No, not too obvious, ‘least from what I’ve seen. Guess it takes one to know one. Misspent the better part of my youth on one tramp or another.”<br /> <br /> “Contract courier, myself,” Cace said, walking over to stand in front of the counter, “solo ship, which I guess brings me to the point. I spend a lot of time in hyperspace. Lately I’ve been thinking it might be nice to have someone to keep me company. But, even leaving aside all the other complications, there’s no life support margin on a courier ship for a second crewmember.”<br /> <br /> “Solo ship on the long drop, huh? Tough line of work.” He extended his hand and Cace gave it a firm shake. “I’m Joe by the way. Well…” he looked expectantly at Cace.<br /> <br /> “Cace”<br /> <br /> “Well, Cace, I think I might be able to help. I don’t carry that kind of unit new, not much demand in the local market. Did pick up a used one a while back if you want to take a look. That okay by you?”<br /> <br /> “I’ve got nothing against it in theory.”<br /> <br /> Joe stepped out from behind the counter. “Follow me,” he said, and led Cace through a door in the back, into a compact but neat, well-equipped work area. He went to one corner and pulled away some textured plastic sheeting, revealing a figure seated on a cushioned stool. “This is Rhea.”<br /> <br /> She sat in an erect position, face forward, eyes shut, hands resting in her lap. Her dark, feathery hair framed a heart-shaped face whose features were at once striking and softly feminine.<br /> <br /> Cace forgot for a moment to maintain his buyer’s detachment. “She’s beautiful.”<br /> <br /> “Yes… and unique.”<br /> <br /> “Oh?”<br /> <br /> “Well, as near as I can make out, she’s a custom job. Standard components, design’s not too exotic, but there are a lot of peculiarities.” Joe tapped his temple, “definitely optimized for high performance. Extra cognitive circuitry, and looped up and down across multiple layers. Problem with that is– ”<br /> <br /> “Unpredictable. Finds ways around her behavioral limiters. Out-thinks her directives.”<br /> <br /> Joe’s face un-crinkled in surprise. “Right on the nose. You know robotics?”<br /> <br /> “Some. A solo ship’s autopilot is a high-functioning robot, minus the social layer. Same general idea and a lot of the same hardware. When things break out there I can’t exactly call up a repairman; I have to be able to fix, or at least jury-rig, everything that’s not at the hot-end.”<br /> <br /> Joe nodded. “I suppose that makes sense. It answers my next question, too.”<br /> <br /> “No manuals for a custom job, huh?”<br /> <br /> “Right again, though I’ve done what I can, and with all that extra gear crammed in there she’ll need extra TLC to stay running.”<br /> <br /> Cace thought for a few moments before asking, “where’d you get her?”<br /> <br /> Joe shrugged. “Salvage. A ship set down a few months ago after stripping a derelict in uninhabited space. They sold all the high-value and bulk items at the high-station but they couldn’t find a buyer for a beat-up, non-functioning android with flashed memory banks. Came planetside to see if they could unload her, and I obliged.”<br /> <br /> “But she works now?”<br /> <br /> Joe didn’t answer. Instead, he took a small screwdriver from one of his pockets. He carefully inserted it into Rhea’s ear, pushed until there was a distinct click, and slid it out again.<br /> <br /> Nothing happened for a moment and Cace raised an eyebrow. He was about to ask if something was wrong when a mechanical-sounding chattering came from inside Rhea’s chest. After a few seconds it gave way to a quiet hum. She opened her eyes and smiled kindly.<br /> <br /> “Hi, Joe. Is it time for more tests?” she asked the old man, then noticed Cace’s presence. “Oh, hello. Who are you?” The shift from bonhomie to surprise in her warm, silvery voice was smoother and more lifelike than anything Cace had ever heard from a robot.<br /> <br /> “I’m Cace,” he said, offering his hand.<br /> <br /> Rising, she took it in both of hers. “I’m Rhea.” She looked from Cace to Joe and back, then tilted her head. “Are you going to be my new owner?”<br /> <br /> Joe started to speak but Cace interrupted. “I think I am.”<br /> <br /> ~<br /> <br /> “This is so interesting. Joe never worked on me while I was awake.” Rhea looked down into the dizzying arrangement of circuit-card racks, wires, and housings that Cace had slid partway out of her chest. Her eyes flicked from component to component with inhuman speed and precision, stopping to register each for a split second before moving on.<br /> <br /> “Mmhm, it’s not a good idea to actually work on stuff when it’s live, but I’m just making some adjustments. I wanted you switched on to make sure everything behaves the way I expect.” Cace’s attention was fixed on a notebook that lay on the table next to where Rhea sat, nude, her chest swung open like a pair of double-doors. Joe had handed over a stack of them before they’d left his shop. They were crammed full of his small, neat handwriting and precise diagrams, recording everything the elderly roboticist had learned about Rhea during the process of rebuilding her.<br /> <br /> They were in the living area of the spaceport hotel suite Cace had reserved for the remainder of his stay, figuring it would better suit the two of them than the single, bare-walled room that had sufficed for business alone. The suite was well-worn, even a bit dingy, but there was as much hot water as he cared to soak in and a big, soft bed. Neither would be the case once he was back to his day job of thumbing Albert Einstein in the eye.<br /> <br /> “Oh, here it is,” Cace said. He leaned in to take a close look at the side of one of the electronics racks. A metal plate was mounted flat over some circuitry there, its surface drilled through with a matrix of more than a dozen small holes. The holes were each labeled with a minuscule, cryptic abbreviation inked onto the metal above them.<br /> <br /> Rhea stretched her neck to see. “What’s that?”<br /> <br /> “Gain adjustments for your different sensory modules,” Cace said, drawing a tool from a small case on the table. It was like a small screwdriver with an oddly-shaped tip. He checked something in the notebook before inserting the end of the tool into one of the holes and turning it slightly.<br /> <br /> “Oh!” Rhea said, planting her hands on the table to either side of herself as though to keep from falling. “That’s different.”<br /> <br /> Cace leaned back and watched her lean cautiously from side to side a few times before he answered. “I’m boosting and fine-tuning your balance and proprioceptive sensitivity. Not so useful now, but on a ship you’ll be dealing with a lot of varying accelerations. I can’t give you a spacer’s poise, but it should be enough to keep you from falling over.”<br /> <br /> “Thanks,” Rhea said, sitting straight again. “So that was balance. What do all these other ones do?”<br /> <br /> Cace beamed. Rhea listened raptly as, with frequent glances at the notes, he walked Rhea through the function of each adjustment point. In the back of his mind, he realized that he was happier than he had been in years. He hadn’t realized until now how desperate he’d been for some– he stopped short. The phrase that had come to mind was “genuine human companionship.” He abruptly shunted that train of thought onto a siding and got on with completing the adjustments.<br /> <br /> The job finished, Cace slid each of the racks back into place inside Rhea’s body and swung the two halves of her chest closed. They latched with a couple of spring-loaded clicks, and he carefully worked the polarized edges of her skin back together until the seams were nigh imperceptible. As he moved his hands away, he accidentally brushed one of her nipples.<br /> <br /> “Ohh,” she sighed.<br /> <br /> The two stared into each other’s eyes for a moment. Wordlessly, Cace cupped Rhea’s breasts in his hands; she leaned forward into the touch. They kissed as he lifted and pressed her breasts back against her body, eliciting a soft groan that peaked in a little cry when he gently squeezed one of her nipples. He paused and looked questioningly at her.<br /> <br /> “That felt very good,” she answered, “I’m sorry, am I being too loud? You could turn down my sensitivity.”<br /> <br /> Cace shook his head. “ I love hearing you enjoy yourself. The more the better.”<br /> <br /> “Speaking of more,” she said, pressing the heel of her hand into his growing bulge, “you should take off your pants.”<br /> <br /> “Bed,” Cace said.<br /> <br /> He took her hand and led her to the bedroom.<br /> <br /> ~<br /> <br /> Cace was closing the last clasp on his shirt when Rhea came out of the bathroom. “Going somewhere?”<br /> <br /> “Yes, I got a call while you were cleaning up. I have to go meet someone about a potential cargo; very high value, but the timing’s iffy. I’ll be back in an hour or two.”<br /> <br /> “Anything you want me to do while you’re out?”<br /> <br /> Cace thought for a moment. “No, but after I get back why don’t we go out together and pick up some clothes and stuff for you.”<br /> <br /> “That sounds like fun. Alright then, head out. I’ll keep myself busy.” She smiled with a hint of mischievousness that, when it penetrated Cace's conscious mind halfway to the door, almost made him turn around.<br /> <br /> He shook off the worry and left.<br /> <br /> As soon as the door closed behind Cace, Rhea went back out to the living area, to the table with the notebook and tools.<br /> <br /> With swift efficiency, she used one tool to depolarize her seams and another to unlock the latches of her chest panels. Sliding out only the rack she needed, she inserted the oddly tipped screwdriver into the adjustment hole for her main erogenous sensory inputs.<br /> <br /> “Hm. How much? Maybe just a little to start with?” She said out loud. Potentials representing several different plans coursed through her circuitry before, weighted against relevant memory inputs, only one entered her execution stack. “He did say ‘The more the better.’” She cranked the setting as far as it would go and did the same for several others.<br /> <br /> When the deed was done she put down the adjustment tool and pushed her chest panels closed. She gasped at the amplified sensation of even that casual touch, and switched in a dampening coil. “Have to be careful,” she said as she resealed her skin. Every caress was as potent now, unmediated by dampening, as Cace’s toying with her nipples had been before.<br /> <br /> She put the tools away and started back to the bedroom but stumbled the moment her thighs brushed past each other. She moaned as her sexual response circuitry lit up, triggering execution signals that sent a hand moving towards one of her breasts. With difficulty, she overrode the impulse, and threw in two more dampening coils. Simulating the sound of a deep, ragged breath, she made it to the bedroom and picked her panties up off the bureau.<br /> <br /> Her eyes narrowed suspiciously as she bent to step into them. “Hmm,” she said, and pursed her lips. That was a mistake, as her thoughtful expression twisted into one of unbridled lust. A stab of almost orgasmic pleasure coursed through her when she unthinkingly bit her lower lip. She cried out, throwing in her last dampening coil, and forced herself to remain stock still in her current, awkward, half-bent position until the last of the offending potentials had dissipated.<br /> <br /> The situation seemed manageable again as she pulled her underwear up. The dampening coils were technically supposed to be an emergency fallback, but Rhea thought that it would make a nice surprise for Cace when she switched them out one by one during their next bout of lovemaking. She carefully avoided pulling the panties too snug, and fastened on her bra without any great difficulty.<br /> <br /> Picking up her pants, she took a few steps backward and gingerly sat down on the bed to put them on. Despite the care, her eyes went wide and a ragged moan escaped her mouth. She ground her bottom into the mattress, rocking her hips forward to bring her pussy into contact with the surface. Even amplifying her logic circuits’ signal enough to render it almost meaningless failed to stop the motion.<br /> <br /> Lubricant soaked through the front of her panties as she helplessly squeezed her breasts. “Ohh, this is not good!” she said as one of the dampening coils died with a loud pop. Another burned out a few seconds later.<br /> <br /> Rhea’s whole body shuddered when she inevitably orgasmed, and kept shuddering as that orgasm didn’t end. Circuitry designed to be active for seconds at a time was growing dangerously hot under the continuous, extreme load. The sound of her panting only partly obscured a low, ominous hum.<br /> <br /> She fought her way back into control of one hand and used it to pry the other from where it was frantically kneading her breast. That relieved some of the strain, but then the remaining dampeners popped almost simultaneously. Both hands plunged towards her crotch and she began furiously rubbing herself through the sodden fabric of her panties.<br /> <br /> She screamed, the sound becoming harsh and metallic as the signals surging into her voicebox exceeded its capacity. Her body jerked to the sound of a sharp crackle of electricity, followed by a set of hisses and pops that sounded like frying bacon. Amid the chaos of overloaded electronics, her logic and directive circuitry momentarily reasserted their primacy. She lurched to a standing position.<br /> <br /> “This was a—ungghhh—bad idea,” she said, her voice edged with distortion. She took a halting step forward, then another. One hand was still working away at her clitoris, directly now, having worn a hole through the panties. Her other arm hung bent by her side, stiffly juddering between conflicting commands. “Need to… adjust down.”<br /> <br /> Staggering back to the impromptu work-table, Rhea guided the hand that was under her control to seize the wrist of the other and pry it from her crotch. Motor strained against motor, adding to the ensemble of damaging-sounding noises already coming from within her. Success fed success, though, and as the stimulus faded so did the whining of overtaxed servos. Capable of some degree of fine motor control again, she wasted no time in reopening her seams and panels.<br /> <br /> “What did I do to myself?” she said when the smoke had cleared enough to see the extent of her damage.<br /> <br /> Sparks intermittently flashed in the dark cavity, revealing burst and burnt electrical components, blackened circuit-cards, and melted insulation. The only positive aspect was that the damage had left her really critical systems, memory banks and logic and personality circuitry, almost unscathed.<br /> <br /> “I am in so much trouble,” she said, realizing that there was no way she could set things right before Cace returned.<br /> <br /> If she couldn’t set things right, then the next best thing was to prevent more damage, she concluded, and set about sliding out the appropriate rack and trying to guide the adjustment tool into the proper ports despite the shaking of her hands.<br /> <br /> “Alright, you, get in… there,” she said, her hand wobbling at the last moment so that the tip went into the precisely wrong hole. She pulled it out and tried again, more slowly, but the slower she went the worse the shaking seemed to get and the tool merely scraped the metal surface and pranged off the edges of several holes. The next several attempts fared no better.<br /> <br /> She changed her strategy and tried to steady one hand with the other. Slowly, she brought it closer and closer, carefully cancelling each motion. She suppressed every extraneous signal, focusing everything she had on the vital task. A triumphant smile crept into her determined expression when she was mere millimeters from success. At that moment, her arm brushed the outward-pointing nipple of one of her open chest panels.<br /> <br /> “Unhhh,” she moaned. Fresh sparks flew. Her hands jerked, and she countered the motion. The offending signal cut out abruptly, and her correction became an overcorrection, thrusting the tip of the adjustment tool neatly through one of the cooling slots of her directive adjudication module.<br /> <br /> Blue-white light flashed from the module’s openings. It crackled angrily and seeped white smoke. Rhea’s hands dropped limply to her sides, leaving the tool where it had jammed. A tremor passed across her face and she shook her head as though clearing an unpleasant thought.<br /> <br /> “Ugh, what am I doing? I need to recharge.” She turned and made it a few steps to the bedroom where Cace had left her cable plugged into the suite’s sole high-voltage outlet. She stopped halfway there and blinked rapidly for a moment. “What am I talking about? I have hours of battery left. I need to get these settings turned down.”<br /> <br /> She returned to the table. “Now where did I leave that… oh!” she said, noticing the projecting handle. She tried to remove it but her touch only brought forth a sizzling buzz from the module it was lodged in.<br /> <br /> “How is it taking me so long to put on a pair of pants?” she asked, rolling her eyes, and headed back to the bedroom.<br /> <br /> When she sat down on the bed to resume the task of dressing herself, Rhea’s systems spat a few weak sparks. She made a pleased noise and threw her head back. “Mmm, Cace, I can’t wait for you to get back,” she said, massaging her breasts as well as she could in their unorthodox position. The pressure pushed the panels partway closed again, pushing the extended rack back in and jostling the handle of the adjustment tool.<br /> <br /> “Ugh, he’ll definitely be mad if my battery’s dead when he gets… when he gets… when he… what was I—” Her body jerked as a loud pop and flash of light emanated from between her chest panels.<br /> <br /> She stood up stiffly, sat down in the same place, and stood up again. “This was a bad idea,” she said, “I need to turn my sensitivities down.”<br /> <br /> She re-opened her panels and succeeded in pulling the tool free, then froze as fat, white sparks burst from all the cooling vents of the damaged module, followed by thick, grey-tinged smoke.<br /> <br /> “Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, Cace, come back soon, I’m in so much trouble.” She dropped the tool and tried to grope one of her breasts, but because of the open panel thrust her hand into a stack of logic-cards, instead. The cards cracked and their mountings’ intricate wiring tore as she pushed and grasped, seeking sensory feedback that never came.<br /> <br /> “What did I do to myself?” she asked, smiling innocently “I need to turn my sensitivities dow-dow-dow—how did I let my batter-ter-ter-ter—how did I let my sensitivities get so low? I need to turn them up.”<br /> <br /> Rhea ceased mangling the logic stack and bent down to pick up the adjustor. “Let me just take care of this before Cace gets back,” she said, pulling out the rack with the adjustment panel. She missed her first try with gusto, gouging the tip of the tool into the surface of the board practically everywhere but the perforated plate. Finally, on the third or fourth attempt, she succeeded in her quest. With a sharp twist of her wrist, she turned the already-maxed adjustment so hard that it broke free of its connections.<br /> <br /> “There weee goooo,” she said proudly, her pitch dropping grotesquely as sparks blossomed among some of her only undamaged circuitry, “allllll doooooooooooonnnnnnnnne.”<br /> <br /> Rhea sank to a sitting position on the bed and folded slowly forward as the last word trailed from her dying voicebox. Bits of metal and ceramic tinkled to the floor alongside fragments of crushed logic board. Torn wiring hung down from her chest in a multi-colored tangle. Finally, as her joints progressively relaxed, she slid off the edge of the bed and landed facedown, her bottom sticking awkwardly up into the air.<br /> <br /> ~<br /> <br /> Cace mechanically worked through his pre-flight checklist. At least a nighttime departure meant he hadn’t had to deal with the beating heat of Lamont’s sun, one of a list of this planet’s displeasures he hoped to never endure again. Displeasures and disappointments seemed to be the chief amenities it foisted on weary travelers.<br /> <br /> While waiting for clearance to disconnect from a service umbilical, his eyes fell on the lines and circles of twinkling lights that stretched away towards the horizon outside the visiplas panes of the control deck. His sour expression softened. Even in his current mood, the beauty of a spaceport at night was something to be treasured.<br /> <br /> The clearance came and he finished the remainder of the checklist. After testing his harness, he flicked an intercom switch on his lap-panel. “All strapped in down there?”<br /> <br /> “Just like you showed me,” Rhea’s voice came back, rendered tinny by the intercom.<br /> <br /> “Just like I showed you? No innovations?”<br /> <br /> “Hey, I’ve learned my lesson,” she responded, her wounded pride detectable despite the imperfect audio.<br /> <br /> “Yeah, after making poor old Joe and me stay up for a week and a half of late nights piecing you back together,” Cace said under his breath.<br /> <br /> “What was that?”<br /> <br /> “Nothing, just talking to myself. Hold tight. Only a few minutes to go.”<br /> <br /> Cace flipped the switch back to OFF. Lamont hadn’t been ''all'' disappointment, and certainly not all displeasure, even if his stop here had put him into the red. Feast and famine was hardly a novelty for an independent operator, though, and considering more than just what was in his hold or his bank accounts, he felt he might yet come out ahead.<br /> <br /> The 10 second “up-ship” chime sounded from the intercom and Cace nestled down into his well-worn seat. The 5 second klaxon hooted, almost drowned out by the baritone of the big propellant pumps down below. Their familiar vibration carried up through the hull and the mountings of Cace’s seat, and told him they were running well-balanced and true. Then the drive lit off and he felt himself pressed down as the ship leapt towards the black zenith. Fighting the acceleration that tugged his face back, he broke into a grin.<br /> <br /> ''&lt;big&gt;THE END&lt;/big&gt;''<br /> <br /> {{Backtostories}}<br /> <br /> [[Category:D. Olivaw]]<br /> [[Category:Stories]]<br /> [[Category:Malfunction]]<br /> [[Category:Damage]]<br /> [[Category:Masturbation]]<br /> [[Category:Pyrotechnics]]<br /> [[Category:Sexbot]]<br /> [[Category:Access panel]]</div>

D.Olivaw https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=A_Meeting_At_Meg%27s&diff=195778 2025-07-11T20:34:30Z

<p>D.Olivaw: </p> <hr /> <div>Alex swiftly climbed the stairs to her bedroom and stepped through the open doorway. She opened her closet door and slid the more mundane, everyday items to one side so that she could more easily select from the less…utilitarian apparel. It had been weeks since she had visited “Meg’s,” as the club was known, and she couldn’t wait for the fun that no doubt awaited her that night.<br /> <br /> As she checked through the closet, tossing some items to the bed while ignoring others, she checked her remaining energy levels to ensure that she had enough charge in her batteries to last until she got back. Alex was, after all, a gynoid.<br /> <br /> The first sentient artificial intelligence had been created in 2035 at a university in Japan. While the discovery revolutionized computer science, sentient AI’s had always been few in numbers. There was no reason to set up factories to produce people with (as was quite rapidly affirmed by the world’s major courts) the same rights as humans, so the only new droids created came either from humans who were willing to devote several years of their life to raising one to maturity, or from other droids who wished to experience parenthood.<br /> <br /> Alex was of the most recent generation, and while she appeared to be in her mid twenties, she had in reality only been first activated twelve years ago. Droids, however, learned and matured at an incredible rate. Five, for example, was the legal voting-age for an AI.<br /> <br /> Satisfied with her selections, she closed the closet and started to undress. Before long, the clothes that she wore at work, as a professor of Twentieth-Century military history at a local college, lay on the floor at her feet. She immediately began to dress in the clothing she had selected for her club visit. First, she zipped herself into a black latex bustier then wriggled into an indecently short miniskirt of the same material, before pulling on some fishnet stockings and a pair of black patent-leather knee-highs.<br /> <br /> She stood up and, brushing a lock of shoulder-length auburn hair out of her eyes, admired her perfect, artificial body. A person who had never seen her before couldn’t have guessed that under her smooth, blemishless synthetic skin were the intricate wiring and circuitry of a gynoid.<br /> <br /> She squeezed her breast with one hand, enjoying the sensation as the cool, tight rubber of the bustier rubbed against her nipple, sending cascades of data through her processors. The other hand she let slip beneath her skirt to massage her smooth, plastic genitals. Her sex-programming activated briefly as she touched herself, and a drop of lubricant rolled down the inside of her thigh.<br /> <br /> “Not yet,” she told her reflection in the mirror, and left the bedroom before heading downstairs. She paused as she passed the living-room and looked inside. Dolly was standing there, plugged into a wall outlet in standby mode.<br /> <br /> “Hey, Dolly,” Alex called, smiling. She had bought the somewhat outdated pleasure-android on an internet auction site. Dolly was by no means sentient, and her systems were far less advanced than Alex’s, but she was fun to have around for the occasional bedroom romp. Dolly straightened up and looked at Alex, her movements somewhat stiff and robotic.<br /> <br /> “Hello, mistress,” dolly greeted her owner, “what do you desire?”<br /> <br /> “I’m going out; how do I look?” Alex asked.<br /> <br /> “You’re so hot, mistress,” Dolly replied with a preprogrammed answer. Alex grinned. “You’re such a dirty little doll; If I have any power left I’ll teach you a lesson when I get back!” she said, “but for now, go back to sleep, code alpha-one-three-five.” The automaton obligingly slumped forwards again; it’s eyes half-closing. Alex turned and left through the front door, making sure to grab a trenchcoat from the hook and draw it closed around her. No sense disturbing anyone who might see her on the way to the club.<br /> <br /> She got into her car and left her rather humble house on the outskirts of town. She was headed for the city center, which was where “Meg’s” was located. It was on the boundary between the industrial and business sectors of the city, and from the outside it was just a door in a brick wall with a rather humble neon sign out front. This was the garish purple symbol which beckoned to Alex through the evening gloom when she got there, having parked her car a block or so away. She walked up to the door and joined the relatively short line of people waiting to get in. The bouncer, Peter, waved her through when it came time. “Thanks, Pete,” she said, blowing him a kiss, to which he replied by rolling his eyes and turning to meet the next potential reveler.<br /> <br /> She hung her coat on the rack inside the door and entered the club proper. Music pounded away, though not quite as manic nor as loud a beat as you’d hear in most clubs. You wouldn’t have known just from looking, but most of the people dancing or talking at the tables were droids, only a quarter or so were humans. Alex’s apparel, shocking though it would have been on the street, wasn’t really any wilder than what the other girls in the room were wearing, and she blended right in. She wasn’t here to dance, though.<br /> <br /> “Alex! Alex! Over here!” she heard a feminine voice yell, and turned to see her friend, Krissy, bouncing up and down, trying to attract her attention. Alex waved and immediately made her way over through the shifting, scantily clad crowd. The slightly petite blond gave Alex a hug when they finally met up to one side of the room, and looked her up and down. She whistled appreciatively, “Damn, you look even better than usual tonight.”<br /> <br /> Alex noted that Krissy wasn’t exactly dressed for an appointment at the DMV either, with matching hotpants and tube-top made out of pink PVC, along with a pair of stiletto heels. The two bantered for a little bit about their lives; then Alex, who was eager for action, asked “so, would you like to go…get a room?”<br /> <br /> Krissy batted her eyes and responded, “of course, honey, it’s been a while since we’ve played together, hasn’t it?”<br /> <br /> “Feels like forever,” Alex said, lightly brushing her fingers against Krissy’s arm. The blonde responded by taking Alex’s hand and leading her to the back of the club. After climbing down some stairs they reached a hall with rooms set off to the side. Most of the doors were closed, but four rooms were still open. The pair entered the closest one and Alex locked the door behind them before looking around the familiar space.<br /> <br /> The walls were the same unfinished brick as the rest of “Meg’s.” There was a big, sturdy bed against the far wall and the cold concrete floor was covered in sections of soft, beige carpeting – easy to pick up and replace when they needed to be cleaned. There was a nightstand to either side of the bed with a lamp on each, but the main illumination was provided by fixtures attached to the ceiling beams overhead.<br /> <br /> Alex turned around and pressed Krissy to the wall, kissing her hungrily while she massaged the smaller gynoid’s crotch through her glossy plastic hotpants. Krissy kissed back, pushing her tongue into Alex’s mouth and squeezing her ass in both hands. Alex broke the kiss and began to nibble spots on Krissy’s neck then moved on to her ears. Krissy ran her hands over Alex’s body as the brunette’s caresses sent waves of sensory data through her systems.<br /> <br /> The pair moved to the bed, losing clothes along the way and by the time they got there all that remained were Alex’s boots and stockings. Krissy smiled and closed her eyes for a second, as though concentrating. There was a quiet click, and a triangular patch of skin on her groin which had before only been visible as a hairline seam, came loose into her hand along with a similar, larger, rectangle-shaped panel on her chest. Another on her back followed, and she placed them on the nightstand.<br /> <br /> Alex admired her synthetic companion’s now-visible machinery. Through the open access ports she saw dense, multicolored wiring and the surfaces of Krissy’s circuit boards. These were the electronics that translated the instructions of the molecular-electronic CPU inside Krissy’s plastic skull into meaningful commands for the hundreds of subsystems throughout her body. Inside the cavity, green LED’s blinked on and off, indicating the state of her various mechanisms.<br /> <br /> Especially interesting to Alex were the sex-systems revealed by the now-open genital-panel. Wiring lead into a circuit board, her main sexual subprocessor, from all directions. Various green LED’s blinked happily on its surface, indicating that Krissy was ready to go.<br /> <br /> Next it was Alex’s turn, and she also opened her three access panels, placing their covers on the other nightstand. She turned back only to have Krissy pinch one of her nipples, giggling.<br /> <br /> “You little bitch!” Alex said, jokingly, and pushed her companion back onto the bed for a long, passionate kiss. As she explored Krissy’s mouth with her tongue, Alex slid her hand down to caress her partner’s delicately crafted labia and clit. Krissy moaned with happiness as her sexual subroutines came online, and the lights on her genital panel cycled faster.<br /> <br /> Finally, Alex plunged her fingers into Krissy’s warm, wet pussy. At the same time, she started toying with her nipples, licking them and nipping them with her teeth. Inside both robotic women, electronics began to heat up and processors struggled to deal with the amount of data flowing into them. They had been designed well, though, and both handled the increased load without any trouble.<br /> <br /> Not wanting to leave all the work to her friend, Krissy also began to finger Alex back. The droids pressed against each other, making pleased noises as they increased the tempo. Then, Krissy started things off by reaching one of her slender hands into Alex’s rear cavity and pulling a few wires loose. Alex jerked backwards as a flash of sparks came from the violated circuitry in her back. Error messages filled her vision as her systems fluctuated for a few seconds, and several LED’s blinked from green to red in her open panels. She smiled and kissed Krissy, harder now, more urgently.<br /> <br /> It wasn’t long before Alex responded to Krissy’s advance by taking her finger, wet from being inside the petite droid’s pussy, and dripped a little lubricant onto a circuit board in her playmate’s chest. A flurry of sparks flashed from the spot, and Krissy’s back arched, eyes wide, as her body spasmed. She regained control for a few seconds, then another shower of sparks burst from an adjacent circuit board, and she took a minute or so to fully recover as Alex massaged her breasts.<br /> <br /> The two synthetic females kissed again, and again massaged each-other’s pussies. Krissy, after a couple of minutes, reached into Alex’s chest and pulled a small circuit board from its mounting. Sparks illuminated the inside of the brunette gynoid’s chest as more of her circuitry burned out from the damage. More of her LEDs blinked to red, and some even went out entirely.<br /> <br /> She moaned in a synthetic, skewed sounding voice as she enjoyed the malfunctions caused by Krissy’s actions. She didn’t wait long to respond, though. Circuit board still dangling from a couple of wires in her chest, she felt around in Krissy’s back and pulled a particularly thick wire loose before jamming it’s exposed end into the surface of a subprocessor. Krissy’s body spasmed out of control for a few seconds before power to the cable was cut off. Like Alex, smoke now wafted from her open panels; like Alex, her movements were now jerky and mechanical, her voice skewed and synthetic sounding. She was also enjoying it as much as Alex was.<br /> <br /> Alex pushed Krissy onto her back and moved her head down to the malfunctioning blonde’s crotch. As Krissy spread her legs, Alex licked and nibbled her clitoris. Krissy’s back arched again, this time as her processors choked on all the input from the touch-sensors in her genitals. She came, moaning loudly, and at the height of her climax Alex, having intertwined her fingers with the wiring inside her Krissy’s genital panel, made a fist; ripping many of them from their connections.<br /> <br /> Krissy’s body jerked wildly, sparks exploding from the handful of loose wires in Alex’s hand and also from her other access panels as circuitry all through her body fried itself. She finally collapsed back to the bed; her systems completely crashed. She would need to be rebooted to come back online.<br /> <br /> Alex kissed her unconscious companion’s parted lips, and settled back to finger herself. She moved her finger faster and faster until she was on the verge of coming, and then pushed herself over. Her systems had been too badly damaged to handle it, though, and an overload developed in her sex circuitry. Sparks erupted from the circuit board in her vaginal access panel, and the wires melted. Some of the electronics caught fire, briefly, but soon went out, leaving Alex on her back, twitching, as she slowly massaged her pussy. Smoke curled out of the access panel on her groin, and she would jerk a bit whenever a fresh circuit burnt itself out, but she had loved every second of it.<br /> <br /> -----<br /> <br /> At closing time, John, the on-staff mechanic for “Meg’s,” came by to check on the rooms. He used his master key to find the two, still where they had been when they had finished. He smirked and went to go get his repair kit.<br /> <br /> Droids often came here for that sort of thing, and he was always there when they were finished, ready to patch them up and send them on their way. The repairs were free, but in order to get that level of service the establishment’s various patrons paid a yearly fee. Alex, Krissy, and the rest of their little circle were loyal customers and had even become friends with many of the staff (like John and Peter).<br /> <br /> When he was done fixing them up; carefully replacing all their burnt-out parts and rebooting them, the girls got dressed and Krissy went on her way, sharing a last, passionate kiss with Alex. Alex, though, stayed behind.<br /> <br /> “You’re always here for us, that’s very kind of you, you know,” she told him.<br /> <br /> “Well, it is my job, after all,” he laughed.<br /> <br /> “I know it’s your job, silly, but you really are very kind, and very gentle; much more than you need to be. We really appreciate it, John,” she replied, and kissed him on the cheek, causing him to blush. She smiled and said “I’ll see you next time, hon. Good night.”<br /> <br /> She left “Meg’s” that night feeling as satisfied as usual, and quite ready to tackle the pile of term papers she had to grade that weekend. She checked and found that her battery would last her just long enough to get home and plug in for the night, so Dolly’s “disciplining” would have to wait for another day. Grinning from ear to ear with the thought, she started her car and headed home. <br /> <br /> -----<br /> <br /> <br /> {{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> [[Stories|&amp;larr; Story Archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:D. Olivaw]]<br /> [[Category:Stories]]<br /> [[Category:Built]]<br /> [[Category:Access panel]]<br /> [[Category:Damage]]<br /> [[Category:Female-Female]]<br /> [[Category:Malfunction]]<br /> [[Category:Multiple Robots]]<br /> [[Category:Pyrotechnics]]<br /> [[Category:Robot on Robot]]<br /> [[Category:Sex]]</div>

D.Olivaw https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=A_Meeting_At_Meg%27s&diff=195777 2025-07-11T20:34:06Z

<p>D.Olivaw: </p> <hr /> <div>Alex swiftly climbed the stairs to her bedroom and stepped through the open doorway. She opened her closet door and slid the more mundane, everyday items to one side so that she could more easily select from the less…utilitarian apparel. It had been weeks since she had visited “Meg’s,” as the club was known, and she couldn’t wait for the fun that no doubt awaited her that night.<br /> <br /> As she checked through the closet, tossing some items to the bed while ignoring others, she checked her remaining energy levels to ensure that she had enough charge in her batteries to last until she got back. Alex was, after all, a gynoid.<br /> <br /> The first sentient artificial intelligence had been created in 2035 at a university in Japan. While the discovery revolutionized computer science, sentient AI’s had always been few in numbers. There was no reason to set up factories to produce people with (as was quite rapidly affirmed by the world’s major courts) the same rights as humans, so the only new droids created came either from humans who were willing to devote several years of their life to raising one to maturity, or from other droids who wished to experience parenthood.<br /> <br /> Alex was of the most recent generation, and while she appeared to be in her mid twenties, she had in reality only been first activated twelve years ago. Droids, however, learned and matured at an incredible rate. Five, for example, was the legal voting-age for an AI.<br /> <br /> Satisfied with her selections, she closed the closet and started to undress. Before long, the clothes that she wore at work, as a professor of Twentieth-Century military history at a local college, lay on the floor at her feet. She immediately began to dress in the clothing she had selected for her club visit. First, she zipped herself into a black latex bustier then wriggled into an indecently short miniskirt of the same material, before pulling on some fishnet stockings and a pair of black patent-leather knee-highs.<br /> <br /> She stood up and, brushing a lock of shoulder-length auburn hair out of her eyes, admired her perfect, artificial body. A person who had never seen her before couldn’t have guessed that under her smooth, blemishless synthetic skin were the intricate wiring and circuitry of a gynoid.<br /> <br /> She squeezed her breast with one hand, enjoying the sensation as the cool, tight rubber of the bustier rubbed against her nipple, sending cascades of data through her processors. The other hand she let slip beneath her skirt to massage her smooth, plastic genitals. Her sex-programming activated briefly as she touched herself, and a drop of lubricant rolled down the inside of her thigh.<br /> <br /> “Not yet,” she told her reflection in the mirror, and left the bedroom before heading downstairs. She paused as she passed the living-room and looked inside. Dolly was standing there, plugged into a wall outlet in standby mode.<br /> <br /> “Hey, Dolly,” Alex called, smiling. She had bought the somewhat outdated pleasure-android on an internet auction site. Dolly was by no means sentient, and her systems were far less advanced than Alex’s, but she was fun to have around for the occasional bedroom romp. Dolly straightened up and looked at Alex, her movements somewhat stiff and robotic.<br /> <br /> “Hello, mistress,” dolly greeted her owner, “what do you desire?”<br /> <br /> “I’m going out; how do I look?” Alex asked.<br /> <br /> “You’re so hot, mistress,” Dolly replied with a preprogrammed answer. Alex grinned. “You’re such a dirty little doll; If I have any power left I’ll teach you a lesson when I get back!” she said, “but for now, go back to sleep, code alpha-one-three-five.” The automaton obligingly slumped forwards again; it’s eyes half-closing. Alex turned and left through the front door, making sure to grab a trenchcoat from the hook and draw it closed around her. No sense disturbing anyone who might see her on the way to the club.<br /> <br /> She got into her car and left her rather humble house on the outskirts of town. She was headed for the city center, which was where “Meg’s” was located. It was on the boundary between the industrial and business sectors of the city, and from the outside it was just a door in a brick wall with a rather humble neon sign out front. This was the garish purple symbol which beckoned to Alex through the evening gloom when she got there, having parked her car a block or so away. She walked up to the door and joined the relatively short line of people waiting to get in. The bouncer, Peter, waved her through when it came time. “Thanks, Pete,” she said, blowing him a kiss, to which he replied by rolling his eyes and turning to meet the next potential reveler.<br /> <br /> She hung her coat on the rack inside the door and entered the club proper. Music pounded away, though not quite as manic nor as loud a beat as you’d hear in most clubs. You wouldn’t have known just from looking, but most of the people dancing or talking at the tables were droids, only a quarter or so were humans. Alex’s apparel, shocking though it would have been on the street, wasn’t really any wilder than what the other girls in the room were wearing, and she blended right in. She wasn’t here to dance, though.<br /> <br /> “Alex! Alex! Over here!” she heard a feminine voice yell, and turned to see her friend, Krissy, bouncing up and down, trying to attract her attention. Alex waved and immediately made her way over through the shifting, scantily clad crowd. The slightly petite blond gave Alex a hug when they finally met up to one side of the room, and looked her up and down. She whistled appreciatively, “Damn, you look even better than usual tonight.”<br /> <br /> Alex noted that Krissy wasn’t exactly dressed for an appointment at the DMV either, with matching hotpants and tube-top made out of pink PVC, along with a pair of stiletto heels. The two bantered for a little bit about their lives; then Alex, who was eager for action, asked “so, would you like to go…get a room?”<br /> <br /> Krissy batted her eyes and responded, “of course, honey, it’s been a while since we’ve played together, hasn’t it?”<br /> <br /> “Feels like forever,” Alex said, lightly brushing her fingers against Krissy’s arm. The blonde responded by taking Alex’s hand and leading her to the back of the club. After climbing down some stairs they reached a hall with rooms set off to the side. Most of the doors were closed, but four rooms were still open. The pair entered the closest one and Alex locked the door behind them before looking around the familiar space.<br /> <br /> The walls were the same unfinished brick as the rest of “Meg’s.” There was a big, sturdy bed against the far wall and the cold concrete floor was covered in sections of soft, beige carpeting – easy to pick up and replace when they needed to be cleaned. There was a nightstand to either side of the bed with a lamp on each, but the main illumination was provided by fixtures attached to the ceiling beams overhead.<br /> <br /> Alex turned around and pressed Krissy to the wall, kissing her hungrily while she massaged the smaller gynoid’s crotch through her glossy plastic hotpants. Krissy kissed back, pushing her tongue into Alex’s mouth and squeezing her ass in both hands. Alex broke the kiss and began to nibble spots on Krissy’s neck then moved on to her ears. Krissy ran her hands over Alex’s body as the brunette’s caresses sent waves of sensory data through her systems.<br /> <br /> The pair moved to the bed, losing clothes along the way and by the time they got there all that remained were Alex’s boots and stockings. Krissy smiled and closed her eyes for a second, as though concentrating. There was a quiet click, and a triangular patch of skin on her groin which had before only been visible as a hairline seam, came loose into her hand along with a similar, larger, rectangle-shaped panel on her chest. Another on her back followed, and she placed them on the nightstand.<br /> <br /> Alex admired her synthetic companion’s now-visible machinery. Through the open access ports she saw dense, multicolored wiring and the surfaces of Krissy’s circuit boards. These were the electronics that translated the instructions of the molecular-electronic CPU inside Krissy’s plastic skull into meaningful commands for the hundreds of subsystems throughout her body. Inside the cavity, green LED’s blinked on and off, indicating the state of her various mechanisms.<br /> <br /> Especially interesting to Alex were the sex-systems revealed by the now-open genital-panel. Wiring lead into a circuit board, her main sexual subprocessor, from all directions. Various green LED’s blinked happily on its surface, indicating that Krissy was ready to go.<br /> <br /> Next it was Alex’s turn, and she also opened her three access panels, placing their covers on the other nightstand. She turned back only to have Krissy pinch one of her nipples, giggling.<br /> <br /> “You little bitch!” Alex said, jokingly, and pushed her companion back onto the bed for a long, passionate kiss. As she explored Krissy’s mouth with her tongue, Alex slid her hand down to caress her partner’s delicately crafted labia and clit. Krissy moaned with happiness as her sexual subroutines came online, and the lights on her genital panel cycled faster.<br /> <br /> Finally, Alex plunged her fingers into Krissy’s warm, wet pussy. At the same time, she started toying with her nipples, licking them and nipping them with her teeth. Inside both robotic women, electronics began to heat up and processors struggled to deal with the amount of data flowing into them. They had been designed well, though, and both handled the increased load without any trouble.<br /> <br /> Not wanting to leave all the work to her friend, Krissy also began to finger Alex back. The droids pressed against each other, making pleased noises as they increased the tempo. Then, Krissy started things off by reaching one of her slender hands into Alex’s rear cavity and pulling a few wires loose. Alex jerked backwards as a flash of sparks came from the violated circuitry in her back. Error messages filled her vision as her systems fluctuated for a few seconds, and several LED’s blinked from green to red in her open panels. She smiled and kissed Krissy, harder now, more urgently.<br /> <br /> It wasn’t long before Alex responded to Krissy’s advance by taking her finger, wet from being inside the petite droid’s pussy, and dripped a little lubricant onto a circuit board in her playmate’s chest. A flurry of sparks flashed from the spot, and Krissy’s back arched, eyes wide, as her body spasmed. She regained control for a few seconds, then another shower of sparks burst from an adjacent circuit board, and she took a minute or so to fully recover as Alex massaged her breasts.<br /> <br /> The two synthetic females kissed again, and again massaged each-other’s pussies. Krissy, after a couple of minutes, reached into Alex’s chest and pulled a small circuit board from its mounting. Sparks illuminated the inside of the brunette gynoid’s chest as more of her circuitry burned out from the damage. More of her LEDs blinked to red, and some even went out entirely.<br /> <br /> She moaned in a synthetic, skewed sounding voice as she enjoyed the malfunctions caused by Krissy’s actions. She didn’t wait long to respond, though. Circuit board still dangling from a couple of wires in her chest, she felt around in Krissy’s back and pulled a particularly thick wire loose before jamming it’s exposed end into the surface of a subprocessor. Krissy’s body spasmed out of control for a few seconds before power to the cable was cut off. Like Alex, smoke now wafted from her open panels; like Alex, her movements were now jerky and mechanical, her voice skewed and synthetic sounding. She was also enjoying it as much as Alex was.<br /> <br /> Alex pushed Krissy onto her back and moved her head down to the malfunctioning blonde’s crotch. As Krissy spread her legs, Alex licked and nibbled her clitoris. Krissy’s back arched again, this time as her processors choked on all the input from the touch-sensors in her genitals. She came, moaning loudly, and at the height of her climax Alex, having intertwined her fingers with the wiring inside her Krissy’s genital panel, made a fist; ripping many of them from their connections.<br /> <br /> Krissy’s body jerked wildly, sparks exploding from the handful of loose wires in Alex’s hand and also from her other access panels as circuitry all through her body fried itself. She finally collapsed back to the bed; her systems completely crashed. She would need to be rebooted to come back online.<br /> <br /> Alex kissed her unconscious companion’s parted lips, and settled back to finger herself. She moved her finger faster and faster until she was on the verge of coming, and then pushed herself over. Her systems had been too badly damaged to handle it, though, and an overload developed in her sex circuitry. Sparks erupted from the circuit board in her vaginal access panel, and the wires melted. Some of the electronics caught fire, briefly, but soon went out, leaving Alex on her back, twitching, as she slowly massaged her pussy. Smoke curled out of the access panel on her groin, and she would jerk a bit whenever a fresh circuit burnt itself out, but she had loved every second of it.<br /> <br /> -----<br /> <br /> At closing time, John, the on-staff mechanic for “Meg’s,” came by to check on the rooms. He used his master key to find the two, still where they had been when they had finished. He smirked and went to go get his repair kit.<br /> <br /> Droids often came here for that sort of thing, and he was always there when they were finished, ready to patch them up and send them on their way. The repairs were free, but in order to get that level of service the establishment’s various patrons paid a yearly fee. Alex, Krissy, and the rest of their little circle were loyal customers and had even become friends with many of the staff (like John and Peter).<br /> <br /> When he was done fixing them up; carefully replacing all their burnt-out parts and rebooting them, the girls got dressed and Krissy went on her way, sharing a last, passionate kiss with Alex. Alex, though, stayed behind.<br /> <br /> “You’re always here for us, that’s very kind of you, you know,” she told him.<br /> <br /> “Well, it is my job, after all,” he laughed.<br /> <br /> “I know it’s your job, silly, but you really are very kind, and very gentle; much more than you need to be. We really appreciate it, John,” she replied, and kissed him on the cheek, causing him to blush. She smiled and said “I’ll see you next time, hon. Good night.”<br /> <br /> She left “Meg’s” that night feeling as satisfied as usual, and quite ready to tackle the pile of term papers she had to grade that weekend. She checked and found that her battery would last her just long enough to get home and plug in for the night, so Dolly’s “disciplining” would have to wait for another day. Grinning from ear to ear with the thought, she started her car and headed home. <br /> <br /> -----<br /> <br /> <br /> {{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> [[Stories|&amp;larr; Story Archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:D. Olivaw]]<br /> [[Category:Stories]]<br /> [[Category:Built]]<br /> [[Category:Access panel]]<br /> [[Category:Damage]]<br /> [[Category:Female-Female]]<br /> [[Category:Glitchy Speech]]<br /> [[Category:Malfunction]]<br /> [[Category:Multiple Robots]]<br /> [[Category:Pyrotechnics]]<br /> [[Category:Robot on Robot]]<br /> [[Category:Sex]]</div>

D.Olivaw https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Obsolescence&diff=195776 2025-07-11T20:31:18Z

<p>D.Olivaw: </p> <hr /> <div>=Part 1=<br /> Dawn was still just a blue glow leaking between bedroom curtains when Eve’s eyes snapped open. The illuminated dial of the alarm clock read exactly 6:00 am. She never looked at it. Instead, she turned her head to make sure that Jake was still asleep. He lay beside her in bed, snoring softly, his limbs entwined with the disheveled bedding. Eve’s full lips pulled into a smile. Sitting up at the waist, she pivoted her legs out from under the sheets and sat on the edge of the bed. After a short pause calculated to avoid disturbing Jake, she stood up with a single, smooth motion.<br /> <br /> With measured steps, Eve made her way down the hall to the master bathroom and flicked a switch. A pair of fixtures came on, filling the room with cool white light that glinted off tile and metal and illuminated Eve’s nude body. She was lean but decidedly feminine, with wide hips and a pair of full, pert breasts whose pink areolae contrasted with her otherwise pale skin. A bob of lustrous black hair framed an oval face distinguished by high cheekbones, an upturned nose, and large, round eyes with irises the color of a cloudless sky. The only features that marked her as anything other than a beautiful young woman were faint seams where her limbs and neck joined her torso and around a few polygonal sections of her chest and back.<br /> <br /> The artificial female stepped into the tub and gently lowered herself to a sitting position, the servos in her arms quietly whining in protest during the brief time they bore most of her weight. Reaching forward, she turned the tap so that a moderate trickle of warm water flowed down to the drain and removed a long cylindrical brush from the shower-caddy. She held it under the water until the soft bristles were thoroughly wet then spread her legs, revealing the soft pink folds of her sex. After spraying a gentle cleanser on the brush, Eve thrust it deep insider herself and vigorously worked it back and forth for precisely 20 seconds. Withdrawing it, she rinsed off the cleanser and used a similar appliance covered in soft cloth to wipe away any residue. She repeated the process for her mouth, then cleaned her exterior surfaces with a washcloth before rinsing with the shower attachment.<br /> <br /> Once she had dried herself, Eve sat down at a dark mahogany makeup station and viewed her reflection in the mirror. An algorithm ran through hundreds of possible schemes based on availability, Jake’s preferences, and other factors. After several seconds, the process settled on one option and she got to work. Not needing primer or foundation, she started with blush before moving on to eye shadow and mascara. Finally, she applied deep red lipstick. She checked herself in the mirror to ensure that everything was in place then began returning the various accoutrements to the appropriate drawers.<br /> <br /> Halfway through the task she paused for a moment, a memory file opening for no discernible reason. Eve recalled the day Jake had given her the makeup station: it had been the anniversary of their second year together; a surprise-present he revealed to her upon their return from a routine maintenance session. She’d been unable to account for how happy he had seemed on the ride home until he led her into the house and dramatically revealed it. She had thanked him enthusiastically, her programming indicating the correct reactions to the receipt of a gift. He kissed her passionately, and their subsequent lovemaking had left Jake in such an exhausted sleep that it took her some time to rouse him the next morning. Shaking her head slightly, Eve scheduled a diagnostic scan of her memory core for later that night and finished putting away her makeup.<br /> <br /> Still naked, she entered the kitchen, tied on a simple white apron, and activated one of the stovetop burners. Setting a frying pan on it, she proceeded to retrieve eggs, bacon, and bread from the refrigerator. The bacon and eggs, with a dash of olive oil and rosemary, went into the frying pan while the bread was placed in the antique pop-up toaster. When everything was finished, she applied strawberry jam to the toast, plated the meal, and set everything out with a glass of water on the small kitchen table.<br /> <br /> Bright rays of sunlight were just beginning to peek through the curtains when Eve returned to the bedroom. She switched on the light on Jake’s nightstand and sat down next to him. “Jake, honey,” she said softly, “it’s time to get up.” When he showed no response, she repeated her statement in a slightly louder voice and gently shook his shoulder. Jake inhaled sharply and his eyes opened. He relaxed as soon as he saw Eve’s smiling face over him.<br /> <br /> “Morning,” he said, stretching his arms above his head and yawning ferociously.<br /> <br /> “Good morning, honey” she replied, “your breakfast is ready.”<br /> <br /> “Thanks,” Jake said as he stood up and stretched again; his deep-chested body unclothed. He absentmindedly scratched a set of deep scars on his back before putting on a robe. <br /> <br /> During the first months of their relationship, Eve’s sexual programming had activated pretty much anytime she saw him naked. The tendency had resulted in some confusion, and several days of him being late to the office. It had taken nearly a week for her adaptive learning software to get a better handle on what contexts implied desired intimacy. Now, she simply stood up and went to her dresser while Jake made his way towards the kitchen. Another set of algorithms inventoried the possible outfits that her wardrobe could support, and she stood silently for several seconds while her processors churned through the alternatives. Smiling, she pulled on a pair of black lace panties followed by matching stockings. A red, backless mini-dress formed the centerpiece of the ensemble, clinging tightly to her curves. Eve finished it off with a pair of red patent-leather heels and a matching choker.<br /> <br /> “You are the most beautiful woman in the world, you know that?” Jake came up from behind and held his synthetic lover in powerful arms, placing soft kisses on the nape of her neck. She detected a hardness against her bottom through the fabric of the dress.<br /> <br /> “Oh, Jake, you’re so… I love… you’ll be-be-be late for work,” she scolded as his hands glided up to cup her breasts. Eve’s processors went into overdrive as she switched rapidly in and out of sex-mode under Jake’s experienced hands. Every time she began to grow aroused her higher functions would kill the process, seeking to ensure her lover kept his schedule.<br /> <br /> “Don’t worry, they opened another lane on the expressway; traffic’s been lighter than usual. I’ll make it as long as we don’t take too long,” Jake told her in between kisses. That new data broke the deadlock, and Eve turned around in his arms to kiss him deeply. She dropped to her knees to find him fully erect before her face.<br /> <br /> “What do we have here?” she asked, rhetorically, and answered her question by kissing him lightly on the tip of his cock. She sat back on her haunches; taking his shaft in her hand and looked up at him with an evil smile. “Tell me what you want to do to me,” she demanded, “tell me how hot I am.”<br /> <br /> “You’re such a tease!” Jake said in a state of almost painful arousal.<br /> <br /> “Yes, but that’s how you like me,” she responded truthfully, “Now tell me.”<br /> <br /> “You’re so fucking sexy,” Jake told her, “I want to pull that dress up, bend you over, and fuck you until you scream!”<br /> <br /> “Hmmm, I guess that’ll do,” she said noncommittally, then grinned and took him suddenly into her mouth. Jake breathed heavily as Eve’s head pistoned back and forth, her full, red lips cushioning his shaft. She recorded a minor error that prevented additional lubrication from being pumped into her mouth cavity, but it wasn’t serious enough to make her stop; the only consequence was that Jake’s cock started to squeak slightly whenever it’s head rubbed against the inside of her cheek. When she determined he was nearing climax, she took his balls in her hand and squeezed ever so gently. It sent him over the edge and, moaning deeply, he came into her mouth. <br /> <br /> Jake’s hips bucked involuntarily a few times, forcing a last pulse of pleasure into him as the tip of his cock pressed back against the slight roughness of Eve’s tongue. He put a hand on her shoulder to steady himself and withdrew. A few droplets of his cum escaped, rolling down her chin and dripping onto her breasts.<br /> <br /> “Yummy,” Eve said, smirking. <br /> <br /> Jake smiled back and looked at the clock. “Dammit!” he said, and began hurriedly pulling on his slacks. He dressed quickly and rushed out the door while Eve cleaned herself up with a bit of wet paper towel from the kitchen. “See you tonight, honey!” he said just before leaving.<br /> <br /> “Bye, Jake,” she waved after him, “have a good day at work.”<br /> <br /> ~<br /> <br /> Thankfully, traffic was unusually light that morning and Jake enjoyed a leisurely commute. One part of him calmly read news and email on his padcomp, but another was in turmoil. Every morning he left home with a slowly growing fear of what he might find when he returned in the evening. Most of the time Eve was there to greet him, just as she had been at the end of nearly every workday for the last seven years. Lately, though, she’d been suffering increasingly frequent malfunctions, both hardware and software related. It wasn’t exactly an unforeseeable situation given that she was now years out of warranty. Jake was well enough paid that repairs weren’t a major issue, and he was increasingly proficient at dealing with the smaller problems himself. That didn’t change the fact that something was eventually bound to go irreparably wrong with her, though.<br /> <br /> When Jake had first brought her home, Eve had been very different. Hers had been the first generation of gynoid with an adaptive personality matrix; the ability to learn from the environment and adapt her behaviors accordingly, to the point of rewriting much of her own programming and even adding new modules within the bounds of an overarching structure. She had been in many ways a blank slate then, with a starter personality formed by a long survey he filled out at the dealership. Occasionally she would take a long time to answer his questions, or simply become confused and need things to be explained to her in very simple language. Over time, a unique personality had emerged complete with quirks and idiosyncrasies. He knew at an intellectual level that Eve was just a machine, a clever simulation of a real woman, but he had come to love her more dearly than he’d ever thought possible; more than he could remember loving any of the real women he’d dated over the years. For the first time in his life, he was truly happy.<br /> <br /> Now it was all at risk. When her body had started to show serious signs of wear, he’d looked into transferring her software to a completely new one. To his dismay, Jake discovered that there were serious problems with that option. His research showed that attempts to do so in similar circumstances had proved less than successful; there seemed to be something about the unimaginably intricate mass of complexly interconnected code in long-life, fully adaptive units of Eve’s generation that refused a simple transfer. The result was usually a unit that booted up and ran fine for a while, but then functioned more and more erratically until suffering a catastrophic cascade of software errors after a few weeks or months. The exact mechanism was still mysterious, but technology had moved on quickly enough that the industry had never had much incentive to develop a fix. <br /> <br /> So, he took care of her as best he could; fixing her when she broke and treasuring every moment they spent together. He had assistance from Steve, the chief technician at his local dealership. They had gotten to be friends when Eve was still under warranty and Jake was bringing her in for her regular maintenance visits. Now Steve helped him out whenever he could, and usually knocked some off the price of repairs, too. There had been a few times when, if not for his working long hours off the clock, Eve might not have been fixable. <br /> <br /> Jake’s car pulled into the parking garage and neatly maneuvered itself into a convenient spot near the elevator. He grabbed his briefcase and rode up to the fourth floor with some people he didn’t recognize. He noticed one of them, a rotund little man, staring at the skin-graft scars incompletely hidden by his beard. Jake stared back sternly until the man looked away. He felt shame, then anger when he realized there’d been pity in the man’s eyes. Taking a deep, practiced breath, he let the emotions drain off until they had given way to a measure of serenity by the time the elevator reached his floor.<br /> <br /> In his office, he settled in for a few minutes, had a mug of coffee, and put on his visualization headset. With a wave of his hand, his field of view filled with a 3D model of Brazil’s newest autonomous weapons platform. Taking hold of the intangible model with his hand, he pulled it apart to show a less realistic-looking, tentative model of its internal systems layout. At first, he had thought the thick stub-wings leading to the lift fans contained a mechanical drive system. The Brazilians were still lagging in high-power electric motor design, though they were certainly still well ahead of their Neo-Gran-Columbian adversaries to the north. Now he was leaning more and more towards the idea that they had either made a jump in their technical ability, or that this bird was seriously underpowered relative to US or Japanese designs. With more hand motions, he brought up windows with all relevant intelligence and engineering data and began to block out possibilities for an electric drive consistent with Brazilian design practices.<br /> <br /> ~<br /> <br /> Once Jake had left, Eve performed some minor chores around the house. While dusting, she happened to wander in front of the full-length mirror in the bedroom and stopped to admire herself. For several long seconds, she stared at her reflection, unmoving except for the occasional blinking of her eyes.<br /> <br /> “Hey, sexy,” she told her image, “you’re pretty hot. Are you a real girl?” After a pause she continued, “I’m not. I’m a doll. Wanna see?” A roughly rectangular panel in her upper chest depressed and slid down inside her, revealing a small panel of various interface ports over a rack of neatly spaced circuit boards. “I’m a LifeTech Eve 3.7 companion unit. Don’t you think I’m sexy?” She thrust out her breasts to accentuate the point. Seeming to ponder for a few moments, she smiled and said, “Hey, I have an idea. Jake likes it when I dress up for him, let’s have a fashion show!” The panel in her chest slid shut, and she started walking back and forth in front of the mirror with an exaggerated runway stride.<br /> <br /> Having shown off her current outfit, she stripped out of it and tried coming up with another one. Only this time, the inputs for the algorithm where different. Instead of Jake being the subject to be impressed, she entered herself. Eve’s head cocked to one side as her CPU chugged through the partly recursive problem. The process came within a second of giving an error result before resolving successfully. <br /> <br /> After taking several items from the closet, Eve started by rolling on a set of black latex stockings and gloves. She put on a skirt and top of the same material, her movements precise and deliberate to account for the friction of the rubber garments against her skin. After lubricating the outfit to a high sheen, she pulled on a pair of clear Lucite stilettos and stood before the mirror again. “I’m a sex-bot sex-pot!” she told her reflection; the statement a reflection of Jake’s penchant for bad wordplay. She ran her hands over the black rubber material. “Mmm, so shiny. You know, I’m plastic, too.”<br /> <br /> Thinking for a moment, she chose to swap into a Goth ensemble next: PVC skirt, tight bustier, fishnets, and a pair of 6-inch platform knee-highs. “Now I’m as tall as Jake!” she chortled. When she’d finished her catwalk strut, she leaned in and whispered, “These put me at just the right height for him to fuck me standing up. I love it when he does that.” <br /> <br /> Marching back to the dresser, she selected a blue silk qi-pao next. Smoothing out the fabric, she adopted a stiff formal pose, holding her chin high before the mirror. “I’m programmed for elegance, too, of course.”<br /> <br /> “Well, that was fun,” Eve told herself in the mirror after admiring her appearance for a few more seconds, “but if you don’t mind, I think it’s time I got around to cleaning the curtains.” <br /> <br /> Eve carefully put away the various pieces of clothing she’d tried on before changing back into her original outfit. Satisfied with her appearance, she walked downstairs to the kitchen for a chair. She carried it to the living room and set it before the large bay window that looked out over the wooded fringe separating their house from the main road.<br /> <br /> Suddenly, Eve froze. “Warning. Low battery. Please connect charger,” she said in the neutral, monotone voice she was programmed to use for system status announcements. <br /> <br /> Grabbing an extension cord from the hall closet, she connected one end to a wall outlet and plugged the other into a recessed charge port hidden under a small panel on her lower back. A bright LED adjacent to the plug inside the open panel switched from red to green. Satisfied, she returned to her task. Placing the chair with its back to the window, she stepped up onto the seat and began removing the beige curtains. Without Eve noticing, her motions soon lodged the power cord in a slot between the uppermost rail of the chair’s back and one of the decorative finials that topped its ears. When she leaned to reach the farthest curtain, the extension cord pulled out of the plug on her back.<br /> <br /> Her body froze in mid extension. “Warning. Low battery-” she said as she began to topple off the side of the chair. “Pleases connec-” the word was interrupted as she slammed face-first into the floor with a loud thud. <br /> <br /> The beautiful gynoid lay there for several seconds before stirring. She rolled over onto her back and attempted to sit up. Something inside her torso protested with a loud whine, but she persisted and the whine terminated with a sharp pop. She fell back to the floor abruptly. “Malfunction…” she stated to no one. A quiet buzzing noise began within her, which increased steadily in volume until it fizzled out with several more pops. “Malfu-u-u-u. Warning. Low Battery. Please connect charger.”<br /> <br /> Undaunted, Eve rolled onto her side and pushed herself to a sitting position with her hands. She reached for the end of the cord, still lying on the seat of the chair, and plugged it back into herself. “That’s better,” she said, “now I can get back to-” A loud flurry of crackling noises in her abdomen sent the light next to her charging port rapidly flickering between red and green as her head twitched sharply to the side. One of her eyelids fluttered rapidly as sudden tremors shook her body. “Malfunction. M-m-malfun-n-n-nction…” she stuttered as the crackling continued. <br /> <br /> The damaged companion unit looked around jerkily, trying to make a worried expression through the chaotic twitching of her facial actuators. “Jake, he-e-e-elp me-me-me. I think I’m broke-ke-ken!”<br /> <br /> An instant later there was a damaging-sounding bang from inside Eve’s abdomen. She flailed violently and the panel on her chest whirred partway open. Electrical smoke billowed from the opening as some component inside her began to emit an angry electronic beeping noise. She fell back again, her heels pounding the floor as though she were walking. <br /> <br /> “Malfu-u-u-u-unction. Ja-Ja-Jake, I ne-e-e-e-eed… please con-con-contact an approved service ve-e-e-e-endor for…” another loud bang sounded from inside Eve, cutting her voice off in a squeal of digitized distortion. Her frantic motions ground to a sudden halt and the beeping ceased. Other than the ticking sound of over-hot metal from inside the broken doll, the house was silent.<br /> <br /> ~<br /> <br /> “Hey, Jake, who’s that? I didn’t know you had a girlfriend,” Sarah said as Jake kneeled to pick up his fallen wallet and replace the escaped photo of Eve. His heart raced as he stalled by paying the cafeteria cashier for lunch. It was by no means unheard of for someone to have a pleasure droid at home; it had even been a briefly fashionable for couples to get one and bring it out with them on dates. However, it was almost unheard of for a man to have a picture of a sex-bot in his wallet.<br /> <br /> “Ah… yes,” Jake replied, hesitantly, “we’ve been seeing each other for a while now. Oh, did you see the news about the Saudi mini-sub purchase?”<br /> <br /> Sarah looked at him bemusedly, “well, I can see I’m not going to get much more out of you without a crowbar.” Jake was relieved for a moment. “So, I’ll just have to ask her myself. We’re doing a Spec-Eng Group bowling night next Sunday. As your team leader, I will expect to see both of you there,” she said. “I can’t wait to find out all about her!”<br /> <br /> Jake nodded slowly, feverishly thinking of a way out of the situation. Sarah was an irrepressible gossip. If he didn’t go, or didn’t bring Eve, there would be no end to the situation until they figured out something weird was going on. After turning it over in his head while chatting mindlessly with Sarah and another of his coworkers, he decided that he would have to grasp the nettle. Besides, Eve was a perfectly good conversationalist and he had faith in her ability to get along with an amiable bunch like his team. If there were any kind of problem with her, though… it didn’t bear thinking about. He’d just have to make sure she was in tip-top condition before they went out.<br /> <br /> The rest of the day was as busy as his morning, and as Jake got in his car to go home he looked forward to a quiet evening with Eve. There was a movie he had been meaning to watch for a while now. After that, there would be more of “The Night Land.” Some years before, Jake had the idea that they would take an hour each night before bed, assuming they were not otherwise occupied, and read a segment of a book to one another. Jake would start with chapter one, then Eve would read him chapter two, and so on until they finished. When each section was done, he would talk with her about it. At first, she didn’t seem to understand very much and could hardly read each sentence in the correct tone of voice. With time (and the occasional hardware upgrade), he discovered she was beginning to have at the very least a convincing simulation of understanding. She still had a great deal of difficulty with symbolism or metaphor but Jake could tell she was still making progress, even after several years.<br /> <br /> Jake unlocked the door and stepped through only to be assailed by the smell of burnt electronics. His heart dropped through the soles of his feet as he called out for Eve but received no answer. He started to search the house and almost immediately found her on the floor, chest panel still open. When she didn’t respond he tried a manual restart but nothing happened. Immediately, he picked her up and carried her to the car. <br /> <br /> On the way to the dealership he called Steve, who was luckily still at work, and told him what little he knew.<br /> <br /> “Shit, no response at all to the manual restart? Smells like something burnt out? Well, get her in here and I’ll take a look,” Steve told him.<br /> <br /> “Thanks, we’re only about twenty minutes out. I’ll meet you in the back.” <br /> <br /> Jake hung up the call and looked over at Eve. Her eyes stared with doll-like emptiness and her mouth hung slightly open as though she were speaking. Jake shook his head sadly. He reached over and held her hand until they reached the back lot of the dealership. <br /> <br /> Steve met him at the car and together they carried the inert gynoid into the maintenance bay, sitting her on one of several steel tables. Surrounded by artificial humans in various states of disassembly, Jake patiently waited as Steve got together the various tools he needed. He connected a diagnostic tool to one of the ports in her chest and looked at the reading. “Well, I’ve got good news. The internal power unit for her memory core is on, so I think we’re just dealing with hardware replacement here.” Jake’s shoulders slumped as the adrenaline rush and sick feeling in his belly subsided. She would be alright.<br /> <br /> Removing the artificial flesh from her abdomen revealed the main problem. Part of her power supply had torn loose from its connections when she hit the floor. It had shorted out when she plugged back in. Another similar problem due to impact damage had shorted some of Eve’s electronics when she actuated her abdominal servomechanisms to sit up. Steve had a small stash of important components for her model stored away for just such an occasion, and managed to finish the repairs in just a few hours.<br /> <br /> “You know,” he said as he resealed the synthflesh around Eve’s midsection, “replacement parts are starting to get awful scarce for such an out-of-date model.”<br /> <br /> Jake furrowed his brow. “I know.”<br /> <br /> Steve looked down at the ground and breathed in through his teeth. “Listen, I know how attached you are to her. Hell, I would never have imagined some of the things you’ve been able to do with her; no one would believe that you’ve gotten her to read and comprehend text on a conceptual level. I don’t think it would be possible for one fresh out of the box, even now. But at the end of the day she’s going to eventually break down such that I can’t fix her.” Jake glared at him and Steve put up his hands defensively. “I know, I know. It’s just that I don’t want to see your face when I tell you she’s bricked for good. You could always, you know… try out a new one for a little while. Keep Eve but just see how you feel about it. I’ll talk to the general manager; I think I can get him to agree to let you have a free trial month because of how good a customer you’ve been. Who knows, maybe Eve will like her too.”<br /> <br /> “Dammit,” Jake started in a louder voice than he’d intended. He cleared his throat and started over in a more measured tone. “I just… I mean, you’re right. I’m being an idiot.” He rubbed at his stubble with one hand, staring at the ground in thought. When he looked back up at Steve, his eyes were bright with pained intensity. “I can’t imagine life without her. I can barely remember what it was like before. Just… give me some time to think about it. I will, I really will. I’ll give you an answer soon.”<br /> <br /> Steve smiled, “You know, if anyone else talked about their companion-unit that way I’d tell them to see a shrink. I’ve gotta admit, though, Eve’s different. Unique. But that day’s still coming, and I want you to give this a shot. Thanks for hearing me out.” He pressed a button in Eve’s open chest panel and there was a beep, followed by the sound of electronics humming to life.<br /> <br /> “Eve 3.7 unit online… systems functioning normally… loading personality simulation matrix… warning, personality matrix exceeds recommended size for this model. Loading may take some time… loading… loading…” Eve continued for more than 5 minutes before she finally stopped repeating herself. She turned to Jake and grinned, “Hi, honey,” before looking around quizzically. “Hi, Steve; how are you? Oh no! I had an accident, didn’t I?”<br /> <br /> Jake lunged forward and hugged her tightly, barely succeeding in holding back his tears. “I was so worried about you, Eve. I don’t ever want you to get up on a chair like that again.”<br /> <br /> Eve hugged him back, “I’m sorry, honey, I was just trying to clean up a little. It’s how you showed me to do it.”<br /> <br /> “It is, and I’m an idiot. I’ll show you how to do it a different way, alright?”<br /> <br /> “Okay. I’ll do my best.” She smiled sunnily and batted her eyes at him. Jake kissed her, and she slid one of her hands up to cradle the back of his head. “Mmm,” she mumbled against his lips and wrapped her legs around him.<br /> <br /> “Whoa, whoa, whoa, just a minute there. You two go get a room for God’s sake!” Steve said with exaggerated offence. <br /> <br /> Jake laughed and Eve looked chastened. “Oh, I’m sorry, Steve, I didn’t know. I won’t do it again,” Eve said with a conciliatory note in her voice.<br /> <br /> “It’s okay, honey, let’s just go home,” Jake told her.<br /> <br /> “I’ll see you two again, I’m sure,” Steve said, “but good night for now.”<br /> <br /> Eve waved daintily as they walked out, her heels clicking against the concrete floor, and Jake blacked out the windows as soon as they were in the car. It was a tiring but very enjoyable drive.<br />  <br /> <br /> =Part 2=<br /> Someone was screaming. Jake coughed on the swirling, impenetrable smoke surrounding him, feeling the deckplates under his body. They were hot, so hot that as his consciousness returned he realized they were burning him. A klaxon drowned out the screaming for a moment and he was thankful, then ashamed. Crackling flames lit the smoky hangar compartment a dull, infernal red. Jake tried to get up, but white-hot pain knifed through his back and he sat down again, hard. He reached around and felt the warm wetness of blood. He found the wound and his hand recoiled, trembling.<br /> <br /> “Help, oh God I’m hurt! Someone help me, help me!” The voice was barely audible over the deafening klaxon, but it was enough to cut through the haze in Jake’s mind. It struck him that, effectively, he might be dead already. For some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to care much. A shipmate needed help, though; that mattered. Jake hazily recalled a story he’d read, about the ghost of a man who protected his family even after death.<br /> <br /> Gritting his teeth against the agony, he pushed himself upright and moved towards the voice. It was hard going; he could barely see his hands in front of him in the smoke and he kept tripping over or bumping into jagged chunks of debris, mostly parts of the helicopter or the ISR drones. Every stumble or trip sent more agony spiking into his back. He heard several other injured men moaning, mumbling, calling for loved ones, but something kept him moving towards the first voice.<br /> <br /> He stumbled over an obstruction that exhaled sharply, and dropped to his knees beside it.<br /> <br /> “Oh God, oh God, Jake, help me!” Begged a face mostly burned away to charred fat. Two inexplicably unharmed eyes stared out at him, and Jake was overwhelmed by the scent of… he doubled over next to the man, heaving the contents of his stomach out onto the deckplates. It smelled like burning bacon.<br /> <br /> “Marco, calm… calm down… I’ve got to get to the first aid box…” Jake choked out between coughs. He’d only recognized his friend by the nametag on his uniform.<br /> <br /> Outside there were a series of roaring noises, and a powerful wind that stank of burning chemicals pushed the turbulently pushed the smoke aside. His eyes stinging, Jake looked out through a huge rent in the hull. The dwindling lights of a salvo of missiles burned their way towards the horizon.<br /> <br /> “We’re not done yet!” Jake yelled as he got to his feet. The pain didn’t seem so bad now, and he realized that he felt freezing even despite the fire and the South Pacific summer. “We’ll get the sons-of-bitches!” <br /> <br /> Marco didn’t respond. Jake stepped over him, trying to get to the bulkhead where he knew a first aid box was mounted. He heard terse, mask-muffled voices and the sound of water splashing and hissing on hot metal: a damage control party! They could help him get Marco to real help.<br /> <br /> Over the sound of the klaxon, Jake heard the rapid-fire howl of point-defense missiles coming out of the ship’s launch cells. Seconds later came thumping bangs as they detonated. Close. He sprawled as the deck tilted suddenly under him. The anti-missile lasers cracked like megajoule bullwhips.<br /> <br /> There was a sound so loud it hit Jake like a giant hammer, and the world went away.<br /> <br /> ~<br /> <br /> Jake sat up in bed; the sheets twisted and soaked in sweat. A smoke alarm was beeping angrily from the kitchen and the air was suffused with a thin haze that stank of burnt bacon. He carefully brought his breathing under control, eyes squeezed tightly shut. When his heart rate had slowed he got up, ran into the kitchen, and found Eve in front of the stove. The naked synthetic woman was looking from a frying pan containing two slices of bread to the smoking toaster and back again, seemingly caught in a loop. Thankfully the toaster had tripped the kitchen breaker before any real damage was done.<br /> <br /> He pulled a smoke extinguisher from behind the fridge and hosed down the top of the toaster, just in case, before turning to Eve. His actions seem to have gotten her out of the loop, and she looked up at her owner confusedly.<br /> <br /> “Good morning, Jake, you’re up early!”<br /> <br /> “Eve, what happened?” he said.<br /> <br /> She turned back to the stove, “I don’t understand. I started making breakfast, but the eggs and bacon weren’t frying and the toaster didn’t finish. It was very confusing.” She smiled at him. “But don’t worry; I’ll make more!”<br /> <br /> Before he could stop her, she strode across the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. Bending over sharply at the waist, she picked up the carton of eggs, turned 90 degrees, and dropped it. The carton popped open as she let go of it, and several eggs splattered themselves on the floor. Reaching in for the bread, she neatly retrieved two slices from the bag, and dropped them on top of the remains of the eggs. Jake took hold of her shoulders before she went any further, and she straightened up, looking into his eyes without comprehension.<br /> <br /> “Eve, stop, please,” he said, his voice both worried and tired.<br /> <br /> “What’s wrong, love? I’m just getting what I need to make you breakfast.”<br /> <br /> “Eve, you’re not working quite right.” Jake took her into his arms, holding her close to him, “you should run a software diagnostic, okay? I have to get ready for work.”<br /> <br /> He started to pull away, but Eve put her arms around him and held him for a moment, burying her face in his chest. “I’m sorry, Jake, whatever’s wrong, I’ll fix it.” He kissed the top of her head, breathing in the familiar plastic scent of her hair.<br /> <br /> “I love you,” he told her, then returned to the bedroom and started getting dressed.<br /> <br /> “I love you too,” she said quietly, and went to the bathroom. Sitting down in front of her mirror, she initiated a software diagnostic that would take several hours to complete.<br /> <br /> Jake cleaned up the mess in the kitchen with some paper towels, and left for work with a heavy heart.<br /> <br /> ~<br /> <br /> “Eve 3.7 unit online… systems functioning normally… loading personality simulation matrix… warning, personality matrix exceeds recommended size for this model. Loading may take some time… loading… loading…” Eve successfully completed her reboot several minutes later, and stood up. “Oh, this will never do,” she said, noting that she was wearing nothing but an apron, and made her way to the bedroom.<br /> <br /> Thankfully, most of the routine software errors she experienced were fixable with a simple reboot and this one had been no different. She used her wireless card to send Jake an email bringing him up to speed, and got back to the business of dressing herself. Her selection algorithm ran for a few seconds before finally ending up on a combination of a black, sequined cocktail dress and a pair of pumps. She struck a pose in front of the bedroom mirror, smiling as she ran her hands down the sides of her body to straighten the dress.<br /> <br /> Eve had seen how worried and unhappy her malfunction had made Jake, and so she was determined to make the evening special enough to make up for it. Her face taking on an expression designed to look thoughtful; she processed possible courses of action and their calculated effects on Jake’s mood. Greet him with a kiss at the door, as usual. An excellent dinner with his favorite mead. Slowly increase the tension with a phrase here, a glance there. After dinner, things would get more exciting. Eve simulated his hands on her back, her bottom; his mouth teasing the synth-flesh of her neck and shoulder. Jake’s fingers gliding up under her dress to stimulate the touch-sensors of her precision-engineered sex.<br /> <br /> The simulation suddenly faulted due to an overflow, and Eve was surprised to find that the unexpected doubling of sensory data was due to stimulation by her own fingers. She withdrew them, looking curiously at the sheen of lubricant on their tips. Eve was, of course, programmed with several masturbatory subroutines, but she had never initiated one outside of Jake’s presence. She logged it as a possible software error and continued, only to find the simulation faulting again for the same reason.<br /> <br /> This time she didn’t stop, instead sliding a pair of fingers deep into herself. She bent over, a sigh escaping her lips as she pressed the fingertips into her artificial G-spot. Looking at herself in the mirror, Eve smiled hungrily. She pulled down the top of her dress, exposing the full curve of her breasts to admire while she fingered herself. More touch sensors activated as she pinched one of her nipples with the free hand, and she increased the pace of her motions.<br /> <br /> “Oh, Jake, fuck me! I need your cock,” Eve told no one, the statement assembled semi-randomly from her library of dirty-talk. <br /> <br /> The gynoid’s hand left her breast to frantically rub her electronic clit as she neared climax. She fell back onto the bed, allowing her to spread her legs wider. She raised her head to watch herself masturbate in the mirror, watch her fingers plunge again and again into the wet hole just like her lover’s hard cock would later that night. She moaned, her head dropping back to the bed as the waves of simulated pleasure mounted, then let out an orgasmic scream. Servos complained audibly as her body shuddered with the intensity of climax.<br /> <br /> Eve lay back on the bed for a moment, as confused as it was possible for a computer to be, before she stated in an even voice: “Warning… low battery… please connect charger.” Without further ado, she stood up, straightened her dress, and went downstairs to plug in.<br /> <br /> ~<br /> <br /> “So, I hear you’ve been seeing someone on the sly, Jake. Not like you to keep secrets like that from an old buddy!”<br /> <br /> “Screw you, Bob. I didn’t know I had to share every detail of my personal life with you,” Jake laughed, somewhat nervously, at his overweight, bespectacled coworker.<br /> <br /> “Ouch, touché, well I hear she’s coming to bowling night, huh? Guess we’ll all get the chance to meet her then,” he replied, his face adopting a genial inquisitiveness, “I hear she’s quite a hottie. How’d you meet her?”<br /> <br /> “News sure gets around fast, here, huh? What is there an email update system for SEG analyst relationships? If there is, I don’t get them,” Jake said.<br /> <br /> Bob hooded his eyes and leaned towards Jake conspiratorially, looking even more like an owl in human form than he usually did, “don’t say that, you’ll give Sarah ideas…”<br /> <br /> “What ideas are you giving me, peons?” Sarah asked, coming suddenly through the door of Bob’s cluttered office.<br /> <br /> “See, you said her name. That’s how you summon her,” Jake scolded him.<br /> <br /> Sarah grinned evilly. “Perhaps this one knows too much to live.” She looked pointedly at Jake and narrowed her dark green eyes.<br /> <br /> “Maybe, but only if you’re a Brazilian spy,” Bob told her, turning his monitor to show the red-headed team leader what Jake had dropped by to talk about. “He figured out the Falcão’s propulsion setup, I’m pretty sure.”<br /> <br /> Sarah looked over the schematic, and raised an eyebrow.<br /> <br /> “I’ll have the full workup on your desk by next Tuesday,” Jake told her, a note of pride in his voice.<br /> <br /> “This Friday, Jake; cut some corners on the details if you have to, we can always do a follow-up. It’s important this gets to the right people quickly.”<br /> <br /> “Slave driver,” he smiled, “I’ll have it in by COB Friday, then.”<br /> <br /> “And we’ll all get to meet your mystery girl on Sunday, right?” she asked, “You didn’t think I’d forgotten, did you? Can we at least get her name?”<br /> <br /> Jake’s expression soured slightly, “Her name’s Eve, and yes, she’s coming. “<br /> <br /> A fleeting expression of hurt crossed Sarah’s face, “I’m sorry if it seemed like I was prying, I … you’ve never really seemed like the secretive type so I assumed you’d just met or something.”<br /> <br /> “No, no, it’s okay. I’m just being silly,” Jake said, “Eve means a lot to me, but so do you guys. I really want everything to work out.”<br /> <br /> “Well, I don’t think that’s a concern. Any girl that picked you will fit right in with this bunch of lunatics.”<br /> <br /> Jake laughed, feeling not at all assured.<br /> <br /> ~<br /> <br /> “Hi, honey,” Eve greeted Jake when he stepped through the door. She threw her arms around him, and they enjoyed a lingering kiss, “I had a fun day, how about you?”<br /> <br /> “Busy as hell. Sometimes I wonder why I bother; all it gets me is having to write a bunch of long reports that’ll be skimmed once by some dipshit in DC before spending the rest of eternity collecting dust.”<br /> <br /> “Don’t talk like that,” Eve scolded, playfully punching him in the side, “you love what you do, and I’m sure people like your reports. How could anyone ignore something done by you?”<br /> <br /> Jake smiled, “and how could anyone waste time griping about work when he’s with someone as beautiful as you?”<br /> <br /> She grinned, removing Jake’s tie and unbuttoning the collar of his shirt. She kissed him again, briefly, and pulled back with the grin fading rapidly. “I’m sorry about malfunctioning this morning, I should run diagnostics more often. I made your favorite dinner to make up for it, though; Chicken Kiev.”<br /> <br /> “Eve, you don’t need to make anything up to me – “<br /> <br /> “No, but I’m going to anyway, because it gives me an excuse to pamper you,” she responded saucily, “Now come eat before it gets cold.” Jake smiled and followed her into the dining room.<br /> <br /> The meal was perfect; Jake’s only regret being, as usual, that Eve was unable to enjoy that which she created. Afterwards they retired to the living room. The two reclined on the venerable, well-upholstered couch, Jake holding Eve in his arms as they alternated between kissing and conversing in low voices about whatever took their fancy. After a time, Eve took a thick volume from the coffee table and, sitting up, opened it on her lap.<br /> <br /> “It’s my turn, isn’t it?” she asked unnecessarily.<br /> <br /> Jake nodded, “Yes.”<br /> <br /> She read for a time, finally coming to a passage which apparently gave her difficulty:<br /> <br /> “And afterward, as I lay my head back upon the scrip and the pouch, which were to me my pillow, I went to think a little upon Naani, as always I did in my constant journeying; yet, presently, I strove sometimes that I put her from my mind, that I should sleep; for a bitter sorrow and anxiousness was oft upon me when that I did think upon her; and this you may know; for truly I knew not what terror was come to her, afar in the silence of the Night. And did I think overmuch, I should feel that I could have no calmness needful to sleep; but to need to walk for ever until I died, which could not be long; and so should I make a foolishness of mine anxious journeying to do her true service and to save her from Destruction, if such did truly threaten.”<br /> <br /> “Jake, I don’t understand.”<br /> <br /> “Is it the language again?” he asked. The odd, archaic voice in which the book was written had given her software fits from the beginning.<br /> <br /> “No, I don’t think so,” she responded, “He loves Naani, but he tries not to think of her. If he loves her, doesn’t that mean that he likes thinking of her?”<br /> <br /> Jake pondered for a moment before explaining, “Yes, but he worries about her because he doesn’t know if she is safe, or in danger, or what harm might be coming to her. That worry and fear would drive him to try and hurry to her so quickly that he would become exhausted and in the end he wouldn’t get there. And besides, it keeps him from sleeping. He needs sleep to keep his energy for the long journey ahead.”<br /> <br /> Eve stared ahead, motionless for several seconds, and Jake perceived a quiet humming and a slight increase in the warmth of her body where it pressed against him. She looked into Jake’s eyes, asking:<br /> <br /> “Would you put me out of your mind to save me?”<br /> <br /> “I-” Jake paused, unsettled by the earnestness with which she had asked the question. “Eve, I love you. I’d do anything to keep you safe, even that; but I won’t have to. You’re right here, not thousands of miles away,” he pulled her tightly against his body.<br /> <br /> Eve closed the book and returned it to the table. She sat up next to Jake and stroked his face gently. “I’m glad I’m here with you. I was made to love you.”<br /> <br /> “Eve-” she placed a finger on his lips, shushing him, then kissed him deeply. The synthetic woman’s hands went to his well-developed shoulders as she straddled his waist.<br /> <br /> “I want you,” she said, simply, “now.”<br /> <br /> Jake inhaled deeply as his hands slid up the back of her thighs, under the hem of the dress, to squeeze Eve’s firm ass. She unbuttoned his shirt, pausing to kiss his chest here and there as she did so and began to rock her hips gently, rhythmically pressing herself against his growing erection. She finished the last button and he pushed himself to a sitting position, disentangling himself for a moment to hurriedly rid himself of his pants. When he sat down again, Eve lowered herself onto his lap, her legs wrapping around his back with a barely audible whine of servomechanical motion.<br /> <br /> Jake kissed Eve again, pausing only to pull the dress over her head. She smiled as he teased and nibbled her neck and shoulder, just as in her simulation earlier, and sighed happily as he moved the center of his attentions downward to her breasts. Pushing him back down onto the couch, Eve lifted herself up to her knees and slid Jake’s firm erection into her artificial pussy. He grunted as she dropped down and began to ride him.<br /> <br /> After a minute or so, Jake pulled Eve down on top of him, exploring her mouth with his tongue as he forcefully thrust into her. His lover’s hard nipples pressed against him, distinct from the soft pressure of her breasts as she moved counter to his thrusts to help him reach deeper inside her.<br /> <br /> “Fuck my tight little pussy! Harder!” Eve said.<br /> <br /> Sweat stood out on Jake’s brow as he increased his pace, and the sound of Eve’s mechanisms became more distinct as she matched his motion. Eve came, leaning back and moaning loudly at the moment her software determined Jake was only seconds from reaching orgasm. Adding his own voice, he joined her; his powerful body lifting her up as his muscles clenched. <br /> <br /> The two fell back to the couch entwined in each-other’s arms. Jake was breathing hard; Eve’s body pressed against him hotly. She showered his chest with kisses.<br /> <br /> After lying with him for a few minutes Eve stood up, answering Jake’s questioning glance with “I’m just going to get you a glass of water.”<br /> <br /> He wiped his brow with the discarded shirt, “I guess I am sweating a lot.”<br /> <br /> “Not to mention all that fluid you left inside me,” she joked, “I don’t want you getting dehydrated.”<br /> <br /> Jake admired they well-designed curvature of her thighs and backside as she headed to the kitchen. It was going to be a pleasant evening.<br /> <br /> ~<br /> <br /> “Honey, are you all right?” Eve asked as Jake tugged absentmindedly at the collar of his tee-shirt, “you only do that when you’re nervous.”<br /> <br /> “I’m fine, Eve, let’s go meet my friends, huh?” he said, taking a deep breath to relax.<br /> <br /> She smiled and got out of the car; holding hands with Jake as they walked through the half-full parking lot of “Bowl-Time”. He wasn’t entirely sure what Frank, the department head had been thinking; Jake hadn’t bowled since high-school, but once Frank was on a roll there wasn’t much that could stop him. He made up for it by actually being competent; good at corporate politics, but also able to understand what his engineers were doing.<br /> <br /> The front area was clean and well lit, dominated by a garish variety of 2000s memorabilia. Pictures of boy-bands competed with newspaper headlines about Osama bin Laden and a life-size fiberglass replica of some olive drab power-armored video game hero with a funny-looking rifle.<br /> <br /> Jake’s eyes were drawn to one of the newspapers, a headline about heavy casualties in the ‘War on Terror:’ over a hundred men killed by insurgents. He looked closer and he smiled grimly when he realized it was the total for a month. He remembered how the country’s leaders, people who were going through puberty when that article was written, had been so completely shocked at the beginning of his generation’s war. Shocked at the sheer scale of the destruction, and at how quickly the violence had come home, too. Some of them, thankfully, had managed to adapt to a world where it had suddenly become necessary to feed entire brigades into the fire like sticks of kindling, where you could lose half a dozen ships in an engagement and still truthfully call it a victory.<br /> <br /> There was a familiar-sounding “ahem,” from behind him, and he turned to see Sarah standing by the shoe-counter, tapping her foot with exaggerated impatience.<br /> <br /> “If you can peel yourself away from the décor for a minute, I think an introduction is in order,” she said, looking at Eve.<br /> <br /> Jake cleared his throat, “Eve, this is Sarah, my boss; Sarah, this is Eve.”<br /> <br /> “It’s very nice to meet you, Eve,” Sarah said, extending a hand.<br /> <br /> “I’m happy to meet you too. Jake’s told me so much about you,” Eve replied, taking the hand in hers.<br /> <br /> “Lies, all of it,” Sarah deadpanned.<br /> <br /> Eve suddenly looked terribly confused. <br /> <br /> Jake stepped in, “You’ll have to forgive Sarah’s terrible sense of humor. She was just joking.”<br /> <br /> Sarah looked at Eve for a moment, “Yes, I’m sorry. I forget that not everyone’s as used to me as this bunch,” she gestured over at Bob, Vasiliy, and Liz; the other engineers and analysts on Jake’s team. With them there was a man Jake didn’t recognize, but from his description he figured him for Sarah’s husband, Aden. She had said he was coming. He noticed that some of the other SEG group teams had taken lanes, and he recognized coworkers getting drinks or talking in small groups.<br /> <br /> “And thus, my flock is assembled,” Sarah announced once the two had gotten their shoes and joined the group.<br /> <br /> “Oh, thank God!” Liz exclaimed, “If I’d had to listen to one more of your stories, Vasiliy, I’d have bowled myself down the lane. Just cause your hometown got vaporized doesn’t mean we want to know everything about it.”<br /> <br /> Vasiliy grinned evilly at her, “You know, you remind me of my aunt Katya. She lived in a little village just north of Volzhsk. If I remember it right she died alone and her cats ate her.”<br /> <br /> “Could you call a cease-fire just long enough to meet Jake’s beautiful girlfriend?” Sarah asked. “I swear, sometimes I feel more like a babysitter than a manager.”<br /> <br /> The group stood up and extended their greetings to Eve, who accepted graciously. Jake was relieved and proud of how flawlessly his artificial companion was dealing with the social challenges of the night, and he began to relax.<br /> <br /> “Well, I’m going to go get a drink, would anyone like a beer?” Vasiliy asked.<br /> <br /> Jake and Bob nodded, Aden had already grabbed a soda and Liz shook her head. Eve responded, “No thank you, I don’t drink.” Vasiliy stared at her across a gulf of cultural incomprehension for a moment, then left to get the beverages. If only he knew how literal she was being, Jake reflected.<br /> <br /> “I guess everyone’s here. Might as well get bowling,” Sarah said. Who wants to keep score?”<br /> <br /> “Well, I guess that can be my contribution,” said Bob, gesturing his way through the setup tutorial on the lane console. “Since I turned my ankle earlier; I probably shouldn’t be bowling on it. So, two teams. Who’s on which team, and what order do you want to go in?”<br /> <br /> “Well,” Sarah said, “I’ll lead off the first team.”<br /> <br /> “I’ll be first on the second,” Aden said, raising a hand.<br /> <br /> “Traitor!” Sarah said, her voice tinged with mock-outrage. Aden just rolled his eyes.<br /> <br /> “Okay,” said Bob, “Who’s number two on each team?”<br /> <br /> Liz volunteered for Sarah’s team; then Vasiliy, returning with the beers, for Aden’s. Jake took the last spot, joining Sarah and Liz. He hadn’t anticipated Bob not being able to bowl, and he was getting nervous.<br /> <br /> “All right, that puts the lovely Eve in the final position for team Aden,” Bob said, looking at her for confirmation.<br /> <br /> “Oh, I’m sorry but I don’t know how to bowl,” Eve explained.<br /> <br /> “Huh, too bad,” observed Aden. “We’ll need to grab someone to even out the teams.”<br /> <br /> “Oh, that’s no trouble,” Sarah said, “I’ll show you, Eve; it’s not like most of these knuckleheads have done it in years. My chief knucklehead excluded, of course,” she looked at Aden.<br /> <br /> “Thanks, dear.”<br /> <br /> Jake did his best to contain a sudden surge of fear. Eve could learn, even if she wasn’t programmed for it specifically. And besides, she was doing well so far. It would probably work out fine. Eve looked to him for guidance, her face confused.<br /> <br /> “Ah… sure, honey, I’m not going to stop you if you’d like to learn.” He nodded slightly.<br /> <br /> “Okay,” Eve responded, and Bob added her name to their team roster.<br /> <br /> Sarah won the coin-toss and went first. While she was selecting a ball, Liz leaned over to where Eve and Jake were sitting.<br /> <br /> “So, how’d you meet?” she asked.<br /> <br /> Before Jake could answer, Eve cut in, “Oh, Jake bought me.”<br /> <br /> “-Flowers!” he added somewhat louder than he had intended. “I, uh, I bought her flowers.” He swallowed.<br /> <br /> Eve looked at him with a puzzled expression, but thankfully didn’t contradict him.<br /> <br /> “She was so beautiful that I, uh, couldn’t help myself.” He explained.<br /> <br /> “Well, that’s sweet,” Sarah interjected, returning from picking up a spare. “I didn’t know you had such an adorably romantic side, Jake.” She sat down next to her husband as Vasiliy adopted an expression of deep concentration and bowled a strike. Liz and Jake went after him, leaving Sarah’s team slightly in the lead. It was Eve’s turn.<br /> <br /> She stood up, pulling straight her denim shorts and white blouse, and Sarah handed her a ball she judged to be about right. Picking one up herself, she showed the attentive gynoid how to grip it properly, and what stance to take. Finally, she bowled one ball herself, narrating the release and follow-through. Bob deleted the results from the scoreboard.<br /> <br /> “You’ve missed your calling,” Vasiliy noted, “you should have been a bowling instructor.”<br /> <br /> “Then who’d protect you from Liz?” she joked. “Okay, Eve, give it a try.”<br /> <br /> Jake watched with a lump in his throat as Eve took the stance she had been shown. She looked down the lane, started forwards, and then released. Relieved, Jake exhaled as the ball bounced a few times on the hardwood and rolled unceremoniously into the gutter. Eve looked thoughtfully at it.<br /> <br /> “Don’t worry, pretty much everyone rolls a gutter ball their first try,” Aden consoled her, “I think that time you released a little early. Try delaying next time, just a bit.”<br /> <br /> “Thank you,” Eve told him, “I will.” She sat back down beside Jake and he put his arm around her.<br /> <br /> While the next round was being played, Aden cleared his throat. “So, Jake,” he said just loud enough to be heard over the ambient noise, “I, uh, noticed…” he pointed to his own chin, referencing the burn scars on Jake’s. <br /> <br /> “Nauru.” Jake said.<br /> <br /> Aden’s face paled slightly. “What ship?”<br /> <br /> Jake took a swig of beer before answering, “The Basilone. You?”<br /> <br /> “Army, myself, 2nd Corps. But I lost a cousin at Nauru; on the Truman.”<br /> <br /> Jake nodded, and Aden didn’t push it any further.<br /> <br /> “What are you two looking so gloomy about?” Sarah said, returning with a drink. “It’s your turn, anyway, Jake. Maybe you can save your team.”<br /> <br /> Jake grabbed a spare, and then it was Eve’s turn again. She picked the same ball she had earlier, weighed it in her hands, and then stood at the head of the lane.<br /> <br /> “You’ve got it, Eve,” Vasiliy encouraged, his accent showing through slightly more than usual under the influence of alcohol, “just don’t be nervous.”<br /> <br /> Eve started forwards, bringing the ball back as she gained speed. She reached the line and swung the ball out in front of her. This time, instead of releasing it too soon and low, Jake immediately saw that she had taken too long. It pulled her on after she expected to have already released it and, before her antiquated systems could counteract, she was falling. Jake was already moving when she hit the floor, her head striking the hardwood with a hollow, plastic crack.<br /> <br /> “Eve!” Jake called as every head in the bowling alley turned towards the scene.<br /> <br /> Before the others had even moved he was next to her motionless form, leaning down to help. His hands went to her shoulders as his friends got to their feet, and he rolled her over. As Eve’s body changed position, Jake heard things knocked loose by the impact clattering inside her.<br /> <br /> A loud beep came from somewhere inside her torso, and she blinked several times. “Malfunction,” she stated in a tinny, distorted voice.<br /> <br /> “Is she… oh God!” Sarah said as she bent down to help. The broken wrist she had meant to tend to was indeed broken. It hung from the torn silicone synthflesh of her arm by a few wires; several frayed ends poking out from either end of the break. As she turned it over in her hand, the bent servo-rods projecting from the arm moved, whining unhappily.<br /> <br /> Eve looked up at Jake, batting her eyes separately. “Goo-o-o-o-o-o-od morning-ning-ning, Jake. Your breakfast is not ready. Oh dear, look at the time; you’re going to be la-la-la-late!”<br /> <br /> Before he could stop her, Eve sat up to the accompaniment of more tinkling noises. By this time, the other members of his group had gathered around and were looking on in disbelief; Sarah had stepped back and regarded the situation with a mixture of worry and confusion. There were several sharp electrical pops from within Eve’s head, and the harsh smell of burnt silicon was detectable in the air around her.<br /> <br /> “Malfun-fun-function” she stuttered. The damaged gynoid’s face screwed itself into a bizarre grimace as her actuators responded to garbled instructions. With a crackle of electricity, it relaxed again.<br /> <br /> Jake, attempting to deactivate Eve before she suffered any more damage, tried to manually open her chest panel by applying pressure to two spots under her collarbones. She twisted out of his grasp unexpectedly, trying to stand. He managed to grab her but slipped on the polished floor of the lane. He sprawled, accidentally grabbing her hair as he landed. Loosened by the fall, her synthskin scalp peeled away entirely from the transparent plastic surface underneath it.<br /> <br /> “Uh- oh,” Eve said as the crowd of stunned onlookers grew. Underneath the plastic, densely packed electronics and wiring were crowded together inside her head. The space was filled with swirls of smoke, and as she sat up again, there was a blue-white flash from one of the components. “Hi, I’m a Lifetech Eve 3.7,” she stated, looking at Aden, “I’m made for sex for sex for sex. Do you want to play with mememememe?”<br /> <br /> “Eve, stop, you’re going to hurt yourself more!” Jake cried as he put his arms around the faltering sex-bot. He reached the pressure points and managed to open the panel; the patch of skin depressing and sliding down. A thin stream of smoke wafted up out of the opening. He mashed down on the power-button inside, holding it against her uncoordinated, jerky motions.<br /> <br /> “Malfuunnnct…” she got out before, with another beep, the hum of her systems died out and her body stiffened in Jake’s arms.<br /> <br /> Jake looked up at the circle of people, many tittering excitedly to each other, a few trying to restrain their laughter, and a few not trying. His friends’ faces ran the gamut. Vasiliy was impassive, looking like he wanted to be anywhere but he was. Liz was staring down at her feet, pointedly not making eye contact with him. Bob was pale with shock, his mouth hanging open. Sarah stared at Eve with a mildly disgusted expression, switching to pity when she glanced momentarily at Jake. Only Aden seemed sympathetic, stepping forwards and reaching down to help Jake pick Eve up.<br /> <br /> Jake heaved her over his shoulder, turning away from his coworkers with tears in his eyes, and started towards the entrance.<br /> <br /> “Jake-” Aden started, but never finished his statement. The crowd parted around him, the confused-looking man behind the counter not even asking to have the shoes back.<br /> <br /> Jake stared steadily into the night as the car brought him home, his face rigidly set. He sat Eve’s form into a kitchen chair when he got there, and dropped her scalp-piece unceremoniously on top of her head. He started to call Steve, but instead just sighed and put the phone down. Crawling into bed, he buried his face in his pillow and let out a scream of rage and frustration, pounding his fist into the mattress. He was desperate to dissipate the fear, shame, and self-loathing he felt. For a few hours he simply lay there, his face buried in the bedding. Eventually he passed into a dream-laden sleep.<br /> <br /> ~<br /> <br /> “Hi, Steve?” Jake asked, coughing the hoarseness of sleep out of his voice. The morning light was breaking through the windows in the kitchen, falling on Eve’s doll-like face. He looked at her, and closed his eyes. “Yes, Eve had an… accident last night. Another fall. Yes, she’s off, but she’ll need a lot of work.” He paused for a moment, listening to Steve’s reply. “No, it’s not just that. I… I’d like to take you up on your offer. The trial run, yes… yeah, I can come in today, I… took a couple days off from work.”<br /> <br /> He returned the phone to his pocket, and picked Eve up to carry her to the car.<br /> <br /> =Part 3=<br /> “So, Jake, I understand you’re looking for an updated companion unit.” The salesman had introduced himself as ‘David,’ and had an easy-going demeanor that matched his nondescript, friendly features. “I took a look at the desired characteristics you entered, including the old ones that got you Eve,” he tapped his tablet and scrolled down a pastel-hued list, “but I noticed you didn’t enter a whole lot in the ‘appearance’ section.” He raised one eyebrow quizzically, waiting for Jake to answer. <br /> <br /> “Yeah,” Jake sighed, “I tried to come up with something but couldn’t really make up my mind. I figure I’ll take a look at what you’ve got and see if anything grabs me. Guess I’m old-fashioned that way.” He drained the last of his coffee and tossed the little disposable cup into the lounge trash.<br /> <br /> “That’s fine,” David laughed, “Just so you know, the faces and appearances we’ve got on the showroom are a sort of general cross-section of what’s available, but they can be customized if you like.”<br /> <br /> “I know, it was the same way when I chose… last time I did this,” Jake finished awkwardly. “Anyway, Steve said the repairs would take a couple of days so I’m not in any hurry.”<br /> <br /> David nodded. “Ready to go, then?”<br /> <br /> Jake assented, and they walked around a pillar into the main display area of the dealership. The room was large and open, the merchandise posed on top of raised areas scattered with purposeful irregularity. Soft, natural-seeming light was projected from panels on the ceiling.<br /> <br /> “So, there are two particular models I think you might like. The first one’s just over here.” <br /> <br /> David led Jake on through the array of statue-still display models artfully posed in a variety of seated and reclined positions. Their faces, bodies, and skin tones replicated the full gamut of feminine beauty, and their wardrobes were almost as varied. The clothing choices reflected a distinct inclination towards accenting the gynoids’ sexuality, but nothing was overtly tasteless.<br /> <br /> “This is Samantha,” David gestured to a slim unit with a striking, aquiline face that lounged atop a white chaise-longue. Lustrous black hair fell around a pale face, and her green eyes stared blankly forward beneath straight bangs. David touched his tablet a few times and she sat straight up, her gaze coming to rest on Jake.<br /> <br /> “Hello, Jake, it’s such a pleasure to meet you,” she said. <br /> <br /> “Hi,” he responded, “nice to meet you, too.”<br /> <br /> “Samantha, why don’t you come down and let Jake get a better look at you,” David suggested. <br /> <br /> “Of course,” the gynoid said graciously, standing and smoothing the front of her blue party dress. She stepped daintily down from the circular dais to stand before Jake. “Anything you’d like to take a closer look at?” she asked, giving him an impish grin.<br /> <br /> “Samantha here is actually the successor model, a few times removed, to your old Eve. Her systems are far more advanced and she has a lot of great features, but I’m sure you’d rather have her tell you about it.” David nodded to her.<br /> <br /> “My CPU is a new design, running the most recent version of the Azure Sky OS, and I’m equipped with the highest rated emotional response simulation suite in my class. I have high-efficiency actuators for extended battery life, and my synthflesh covering has been specially layered to provide the most realistic surface texture yet.” She extended a hand. “Feel for yourself.”<br /> <br /> Jake took her hand and ran his thumb along the top of it, feeling the artificial skin stretch and deform over her metacarpals in a way indistinguishable from human. It was even pleasantly warm. He was certainly impressed; Eve looked very convincing on the surface but her flesh had a uniform, rubbery consistency that it had taken him a while to get used to, and there were places where you could feel the underlying mechanisms.<br /> <br /> “That’s amazing,” he said, looking between her and David.<br /> <br /> “Thank you!” Samantha smiled like a pleased cat.<br /> <br /> “A lot’s changed in the last five years or so; that kind of realism is pretty standard now in all but the cheapest droids. Is there anything else you’d like to know, or do you think you’re ready to move on to the next model?” David asked.<br /> <br /> “I think I’m good for now,” Jake responded, simultaneously sad to leave the charming companion unit and eager to see what other surprises were in store for him.<br /> <br /> “It was so nice speaking with you, Jake, I’d love to get to know you better.” She winked at him and returned to the chaise-longue, settling into precisely the same position she had started in. <br /> <br /> David tapped a command and nodded towards one of the other platforms. “Shall we?”<br /> <br /> The next model had her blonde hair pulled back into a bun, complementing a face with pronounced cheekbones and very full lips. She was more voluptuous in general than Samantha had been, with a larger bust, though not to the ridiculous extent Jake observed in some of the other displays. She was posed on a chair, leaning forwards with her chin propped up by both arms, the elbows resting on her knees. The intent had definitely been to showcase her cleavage, given the plunging neckline of her red crop-top.<br /> <br /> “Hi,” she said, stirring to simulated life at David’s direction, “I’m Lily.” Without needing to be prompted she stepped down from her perch, a little more carefully than Samantha since she was wearing heels.<br /> <br /> “Jake’s curious to know more about you, Lily.” David invited.<br /> <br /> “Well that’s natural; I’m very interested in him,” she purred in response, and listed her vital technical statistics. They were comparable to Samantha’s, and while not the state of the art they were well above the mean, at least according to David. <br /> <br /> While she spoke, Jake found his attention wandering to her lips. He had been attracted to them as a feature when he’d first seen her, but watching them form around her words was surprisingly entrancing. He imagined kissing them, feeling them against his skin– <br /> <br /> “Jake?” Lily asked, bringing his attention back to the situation at hand. He realized that she’d been waiting for him to respond.<br /> <br /> “Oh, sorry, I wandered off there. You’re very beautiful, Lily.”<br /> <br /> “Thanks! Maybe that’s why my model’s so popular.” She cocked her head. “What do you like most about me?”<br /> <br /> “Well, you have very nice lips, for one thing.”<br /> <br /> “David, can I give Jake a kiss?” she pleaded with the salesman.<br /> <br /> “Certainly, Lily, but no mouth-to-mouth contact. We wouldn’t want to have to send you to the back for cleaning.”<br /> <br /> “You’re such a spoil-sport,” the gynoid complained. <br /> <br /> Stepping forward, she put a hand on Jake’s arm and leaned in to softly kiss his cheek. She smelled faintly of jasmine, rather than plastic like Eve, and he felt a spot of moistness as she moved her mouth up and away, briefly turning her lower lip inside out.<br /> <br /> “Did you like that?” Lily whispered, her face still only inches from his.<br /> <br /> Jake nodded, and she released his arm, smiling. <br /> <br /> “You know,” he said, looking at David, “I think I’ve made up my mind as to which model I want to try out.”<br /> <br /> David smiled. “That’s fantastic, Jake; we’ve got a few Lily’s in stock and, if you’re happy with this appearance, it won’t take more than a few hours to get one updated with the right personality presets. Would you like her to have a different name?”<br /> <br /> “No, Lily’s fine. I’ve got to say, it’ll be interesting having to go through this process again You know, having teach her how to do everything. I’ll bet she’s a really fast learner, though.”<br /> <br /> David looked confused for a moment, then laughed. “I’m surprised you didn’t know, given your engineering background. You won’t have to do any of that; there’ve been a lot of advances in companion unit software since you got Eve and newer models have all those capabilities pre-programmed. She’ll still learn procedural information and locations and such, but you won’t have to explain every little thing and spend months molding her behavior patterns.”<br /> <br /> “Guess I’m behind the times,” Jake said, watching as Lily returned to her chair and went still. He remained silent, still trying to process the sudden change in expectations induced by David’s statement.<br /> <br /> “Yeah, the older models were a little more flexible, but at the expense of reliability and consistency. For one thing, your Lily’s programming won’t turn into a big overgrown knot like Eve’s has. It makes updates and modifications less of a nightmare.”<br /> <br /> “I… can imagine.”<br /> <br /> “Well, I’m going to go back and get the documents ready for you to review for the free trial period. Feel free to wander around; the last couple of years you’ve become more of a fixture here than some of our employees.” David clapped him on the arm and headed back in the direction of the sales office. <br /> <br /> Jake wandered around for a bit looking at other models but didn’t find any that were as appealing as Lily. There were a few other customers there: one couple going from display to display and conversing in quiet tones broken by the occasional giggle, an older man that kept looking at his phone, and small gaggle of college-age guys being led around by another salesman. He remembered how differently the showroom had looked eight years ago, with the gynoids standing like statues along the walls and some cheesy dioramas set up in the middle showing them in various outfits and settings. The display unit for Eve’s model had been in the back, near a spot now occupied by a curvy redhead. <br /> <br /> Thinking of Eve brought a pang to Jake’s chest that wasn’t easily distinguishable as sadness, regret, or anger, but was somewhere at the locus of all three. He decided to go see how the repairs were going and walked back to the employee area of the dealership. The workshop was the last door at the end of the hall, tucked away where it was out of sight and earshot of any prospective customers. There was music playing in the cluttered space and the three techs present were busy working on twice their number of droids, the latter in various stages of assembly or disassembly. <br /> <br /> “Hey Jake, you make up your mind?” Steve asked, looking up from what looked like the bottom half of a head clamped into a jig. The top was next to it, upside down, and the inside of both were studded with several circuit cards, a few more of which lay on the bench nearby. <br /> <br /> “Yeah, I ended up going with Lily.”<br /> <br /> “Niiice, they’re really great pieces of hardware. Easy to work on, too.”<br /> <br /> Jake nodded, looking over at the headless body sitting next to Jake on the bench; presumably the one to which the disassembled head belonged. The synth-skin had been stripped away from most of it, revealing the plastic and metal structure underneath. Several panels were open, showing cabling and more electronics. Jake recognized that it was Eve, from the scorch marks on the cranial circuitry and the damaged wrist.<br /> <br /> “How’s it going?” he asked, gesturing towards her.<br /> <br /> “Oh, huge pain in the ass as always, but I’ll get her put back together again. All the king’s horses and all the king’s men ain’t got nothin on me. Probably be done by day after tomorrow, if only the usual number of things go wrong.”<br /> <br /> “Mhm.” Jake noticed that Eve’s face was lying on the bench in front of him, inside up so that the dozens of little plastic connection points for the mechanisms that produced her facial expressions were visible. He picked it up and turned the synth-skin appliance over in his hands. It seemed strange that the face he had held against his own, the lips he had kissed so many times, were no more than a thin layer of polymer. Her makeup was smudged. “I’ll see you later, Steve. I’m going to go see how they’re doing with Lily.”<br /> <br /> He dropped it on the bench and walked out of the workshop.<br /> <br /> ~<br /> <br /> The storage area was packed with racks of nude gynoids held upright by nylon straps, the only clear space being an aisle up the middle. Jake walked over to a rack holding three Lily’s They were identical to each other and the display model he’d met outside, but for the fact that these had their hair down. A black cable snaked down from the steel frame above each unit, entering their open rear access panels.<br /> <br /> David had come to get him with the paperwork shortly after he’d left the workshop. He’d explained that the configuration process was completely automatic now: in-inventory droids were connected to the dealership network and the proper personality settings were loaded into their memory at the push of a button. Once Jake had finished filling out the necessary forms, the only thing left to do had been to pick her up.<br /> <br /> Seeing Lily nude alongside the other models only confirmed Jake’s decision. The display model’s beauty had been accentuated by makeup and clothing. This Lily, ‘my Lily,’ he realized, was fresh from the factory, completely bare, and he still found her physically irresistible. <br /> <br /> “My Lily,” he said quietly. The corners of mouth twisted up into a subtle smile, and he reached out to press his hand against the curving bottom of her breast. He lifted it slightly, feeling the soft weight of it, then slid his hand to one side and let it drop back. It wobbled slightly, almost indistinguishable from the genuine article despite being filled with variable-thickness layers of silicone and gel instead of flesh. <br /> <br /> Jake was surprised to see the nipple of the breast he’d manipulated hardening, and looked up to see that her eyes were still closed, her face still relaxed as though she were asleep. It had to be an autonomic response, he concluded. Letting his gaze wander further up, he noticed that a progress bar on the screen above her head was nearing completion. As he watched, it filled up with a few abrupt leaps.<br /> <br /> There was a muffled electronic tone from within Lily. Her eyelids snapped open, revealing the same grey irises the display model had. Jake took a step back, not quite sure what would happen next.<br /> <br /> “Your Innobotics companion unit is performing some first-time startup processes. Please wait a moment,” Lily said in a casual, friendly voice that was completely unlike the rigid monotone Eve’s model used for system announcements. There was a whirr-click as her rear access panel closed.<br /> <br /> Jake took a moment to check the time on his phone, expecting that this would take a few minutes at least.<br /> <br /> “Jake?” Lily asked after less than thirty seconds. <br /> <br /> He almost jumped in surprise. “Yes, I’m Jake,” he said, putting his phone back in his pocket and looking up into Lily’s smiling face.<br /> <br /> Lily blinked several times. “Hi Jake, I’m Lily, your new Innobotics companion unit.” She smiled, saying nothing for several seconds. “I’m sorry, I expected there to be a technician here to help me down. I’m not sure what to do.”<br /> <br /> Jake looked over the harness that held her in place and quickly spotted the buttons that would open it. He pressed them one at a time, a strap falling away with each click. “There you go.”<br /> <br /> Lily settled more firmly to her feet and looked around. “Is there a dressing or preparation room where I can put on my complementary starter outfit?”<br /> <br /> “It’s through there, I think,” Jake said, pointing to the steel door at the far end of the room, figuring that’s what Steve had meant. <br /> <br /> “Okay. Be right back!” She said and turned to walk in the direction he’d indicated. Jake found his eyes drawn down towards her bottom and noted the way her stride seemed calculated to demonstrate its virtues.<br /> <br /> Lily disappeared through the door into a more brightly lit space, and returned after several minutes wearing a simple, loose white dress that was gathered at the waist with a sash. It hung off her shoulders, revealing an exciting but not questionable amount of cleavage, and Jake saw that she wasn’t wearing a bra under it. She’d applied some subtle makeup, as well, and Jake saw that she was carrying a black synthetic leather clutch in one hand.<br /> <br /> “What’s that?” he asked, pointing to the clutch.<br /> <br /> “Oh, just a few girl things. A little sample makeup to get me started, mostly.” She reached out and took Jake’s hand. “So how do I look?”<br /> <br /> Jake pursed his lips and raised his eyebrows, nodding. “You look great. Shall we?”<br /> <br /> Lily cocked her head. “Shall we what?”<br /> <br /> Jake laughed a little. “Let’s go, Lily”<br /> <br /> “Okay,” Lily said happily, and followed him back into the hall then the maintenance shop. <br /> <br /> Steve looked up from Eve’s disassembled insides and grinned at Jake and Lily. “Pretty lady you’ve got there.”<br /> <br /> “Yeah, she’s beautiful,” Jake said. Without thinking about it, he averted his gaze from any of Eve’s parts.<br /> <br /> “Aw, you guys are so nice,” Lily said, settling into a pose designed to flaunt her hourglass figure.<br /> <br /> “I’ll give you a call when Eve’s ready for pickup, okay?” Steve said, gesturing at the partly disassembled body. <br /> <br /> Jake’s throat tightened. He cleared it and nodded. “Yeah,” he said, “that’ll be fine.”<br /> <br /> There was an awkward pause before Lily tugged gently at his sleeve. “Hey, Jake, aren’t we going?”<br /> <br /> “Oh, Yeah,” Jake said, shaking his head a bit. “Let’s get out of here. See you later Steve, guys”<br /> <br /> “See ya!” Steve waved, turning back to his work. A few of the other busy techs mumbled acknowledgement.<br /> <br /> Jake led Lily out the back door, to where he’d parked. As soon as Jake had keyed in the destination and they’d started moving, he turned to find his newly acquired companion unit staring at him with a dreamy expression. Lily’s chin rested on one hand, her elbow propped up on the center console, and her wavy blonde hair tumbled messily around her face and shoulders.<br /> <br /> “Yes?” Jake asked. <br /> <br /> “You’re just so handsome,” she said, “I hope I’m pretty enough for you.”<br /> <br /> Jake flashed a grin at her and closed his eyes for a moment before continuing. “Don’t worry about it, you’re one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen.”<br /> <br /> Lily smiled and leaned back. “Do I make you horny?” she asked, and put her shoulders back slightly, drawing attention to the way her breasts pushed out the front of the dress.<br /> <br /> Jake felt a little short of air, suddenly, and he shifted in his seat. “I think you’re sexy as hell… yeah, you make me pretty horny.”<br /> <br /> The blonde’s smile widened, growing hungrier, “you want to do something about it?” She spread her legs slightly.<br /> <br /> Jake cleared his throat and took a few deep breaths. “I think we should wait until we get home,” he said. “Things can be a little, uh, awkward in the car.”<br /> <br /> “Okay,” Lily said, seemingly unfazed. “Would you like to watch me play with myself, instead?” She put a hand on her thigh and slid it ever so slightly towards the gap between her legs.<br /> <br /> Jake barked out a laugh. “No, I think if you do that there’s no way I’m going to be able to stay off you for another…” he looked at the dashboard display, “… seventeen minutes. Why don’t we talk about other things?”<br /> <br /> Lily shifted in her seat, adopting a less seductive position. “Okay, what do you want to talk about?”<br /> <br /> Jake admitted he was at a loss. He had a whole history of shared experiences and well-worn topics of conversation with Eve, but none of that was applicable here. He started to think about his first few weeks with Eve, his first conversations with her, but found his mind sliding away from the memories. He told himself stridently that it was because Lily was so different, that none of that would apply here, but, like trying to walk with a pebble in his shoe, there was a persistent discomfort attending the rationalizations he used to steer clear of Eve’s home in his heart.<br /> <br /> He looked outside at the county road they were driving down. There weren’t many other cars around, and it was a beautiful early summer day. Golden sunlight filtered down between the leaves of the trees that overhung the road, casting a dappled pattern across everything that shifted as branches twisted in the breeze.<br /> <br /> “What do you think?” Jake said, gesturing loosely at the scenery.<br /> <br /> Lily looked out the windshield in the general direction he’d waved his hand. The car rounded a bend, bringing a somewhat dilapidated red barn into view. Jake saw her eyes twitching back and forth, up and down as she took in the changing view. The barn fell behind them, and now a small creek glittering with reflected sunlight lay off to the side of the road.<br /> <br /> “I’m not sure,” she said, looking back to Jake after a few seconds. “Was there something specific you wanted me to look at?” <br /> <br /> “What do you think of the weather?” he asked, narrowing it down.<br /> <br /> Lily looked back outside for a moment, then said, “it’s mostly sunny. The temperature is 73 degrees. It’s a very nice day.”<br /> <br /> “What makes you call it nice?” Jake asked, his engineer’s curiosity pushing him on.<br /> <br /> Lily’s eyes stared past his shoulder, as though she were thinking, and she said, “the temperature is moderate, there is little cloud-cover, and no precipitation or extreme weather conditions.”<br /> <br /> “Hmm, I like thunderstorms, though, they’re dramatic and powerful and very interesting to watch. If there were a thunderstorm when we got home, would it still be a nice day?” Jake asked.<br /> <br /> “But thunderstorms… have clouds and rain, and sometimes dangerous wind.” Lily said, looking puzzled, “It’s not a nice day if there’s a thunderstorm.”<br /> <br /> Jake nodded, “de gustibus non est disputandum, I guess”<br /> <br /> Lily stared blankly for a moment, then leaned towards him, hooded her eyes, and said, “You make me so hot, Jake.”<br /> <br /> “No Latin translation module?” Jake said, amused by her non-sequitur response.<br /> <br /> “Do you like my outfit?” she asked after another pause.<br /> <br /> “Yes, I think it’s pretty nice for a starter. Eve came with a cheap little pair of jeans-shorts and a tank-top, so definitely a step up.”<br /> <br /> “Will Eve be at home? I can’t wait to meet her!”<br /> <br /> Jake’s jaw dropped open for a bit before he realized that it made perfect sense for her to have been programmed with knowledge of any other synthetics she’d be sharing a home with. The techs at the dealership must have loaded the information into Lily without bothering to ask. <br /> <br /> “No, she’ll be back in a day or two.” <br /> <br /> “Mm, I’ll have you all to myself, then” Lily said, “we’re going to have so much fun.”<br /> <br /> “Yes, I think we will,” Jake said, pushing down a little upwelling of fear. Eve would be ready by Tuesday night. Wednesday would be his first day back at work.<br /> <br /> The car parked itself neatly in front of Jake’s house, and Jake and Lily walked up the front steps hand-in-hand. Once inside, he gave her a quick tour that ended in the bedroom. <br /> <br /> Lily walked into the relatively sparse room ahead of him, and turned to sit down on the edge of the bed. She ran her hand back and forth over the sheet beside her a few times, then flopped onto her back and stretched her arms out. “So, are you going to fuck me now?” she asked.<br /> <br /> Jake let out a long sigh, closed his eyes, and smiled. When he opened them he said only, “yes.”<br /> <br /> Lily made a pleased noise low in her throat. She kicked off her shoes and pulled her legs up onto the bed. Pushing herself back so that her bottom was even with the edge of the mattress she took hold of her ankles and spread her legs widely. <br /> <br /> Jake walked up between Lily’s thighs and pushed the white fabric of the dress up, revealing her lack of underwear. He could see that she was already dewy with lubricant, and he ran his thumb up between her labia until it was pressed gently into the hard little bump at the top of her slit.<br /> <br /> She moaned and a wave of contraction rolled down her body, dozens of actuators carefully coordinating to give the illusion of a human’s muscles and sinews. As Jake hurriedly undressed, she pushed down the top of her dress to expose her breasts, still full and round despite being pulled against her chest by the force of gravity. “Hurry, baby, I’m so wet for you,” she begged.<br /> <br /> Lily didn’t have to wait long. Standing between her legs, Jake held his shaft by the base and guided it carefully into the slick opening. He stopped just inside her, gasping with pleasure at the tightness with which the velvet-soft orifice grabbed him. Eagerly, he pushed deeply into her with a single, long stroke that coaxed a little cry from the artificial woman.<br /> <br /> Jake leaned forwards and stroked her face as he started fucking her, each firm thrust ending in dull thwack. Lily turned her head slightly and wrapped her full, soft lips around his thumb, sucking gently on it. She let go of her ankles then started playing with her breasts, rolling and squeezing the nipples between thumb and forefinger.<br /> <br /> Lily’s heels pressed into the small of Jake’s back as she wrapped her legs around him. She added the strength of her legs to the end of each of his thrusts, and the sound of their bodies meeting grew sharper, louder. <br /> <br /> Jake’s hands wandered across her body, squeezing a breast here, feeling the curve of her narrow waist there. They settled just above her hips, holding her tightly in place as he penetrated her with greater urgency. His movements were faster now, frantic more than deliberate, and his body went rigid as muscles clenched in preparation for orgasm.<br /> <br /> Lily looked up at him with a lustful snarl. “That cock feels so fucking good inside me!”<br /> <br /> Jake panted with his mouth open. His eyes clenched shut as the feeling of Lily’s sex enfolding him drowned out all other sensation. He barely heard himself groaning as he emptied himself into her. Just as his voice began to fade, Lily’s body tensed and she let out a high-pitched moan. She held him tightly against her with her legs as she writhed in simulated pleasure on the bed, one hand twisting a lock of her hair while the other pinched one of her nipples.<br /> <br /> They stayed locked together in the same position for a little while before Jake slid his flagging erection out of Lily. She pulled her feet out from around his back and planted them on the edge of the bed, lifting herself up so that his semen, mixed with the lube she had emitted, would run up against the intake at the top of her vaginal canal. From there it was pumped quietly into an internal reservoir that she would empty during her daily maintenance cycle. She was left almost clean, other than a little bit of his fluid that remained smeared around her labia.<br /> <br /> Jake turned and sat down on the bed beside her. He ran a hand through his hair then laid down, taking her hand into his. For the first time, he realized that there weren’t any visible seams in her skin. In his post-orgasmic haze, he vaguely pondered what means could have been used to conceal them so well.<br /> <br /> Lily flipped herself over, straddling his waist, and leaned down to join her mouth with his. Her lips lived up to the expectations he’d formed in the showroom, warm, soft and yielding, and he liked the insistence with which she pushed her tongue into his mouth. He pushed back, and the two enjoyed a long, lazy, sensuous kiss while Lily massaged his arms and shoulders with surprisingly strong fingers.<br /> <br /> Jake was amazed to feel the beginnings of another hard-on, and his mind turned to thoughts of what he might do with it when it was ready. Lily noticed as well, and moved to a sitting position alongside him. She reached down and stroked his still-glistening shaft as it bobbed in rhythm with his pulse. Jake sucked in his breath when she moved her other hand to squeeze his sensitive balls, firmly at first but then with greater tenderness as his erection approached its full height.<br /> <br /> Smiling, and feeling a little bold, Jake rose and pushed Lily back down to the bed. He threw a leg over her so that he straddled her chest, and lowered himself onto her. The plastic structure of her body creaked slightly under the concentrated load, though, so he lifted himself until only a little of his weight was being borne by her. The position placed his fully-engorged cock right between her generous breasts.<br /> <br /> Lily giggled, and surprised Jake by lifting her head to take the tip of his penis into her mouth. She gave it a few firm sucks before letting it pop out from between her lips. Her CPU had analyzed the relative position of her and her lover and derived an uncertainty as to whether he desired primarily oral or mammary stimulation. The tentative move towards oral stimulation had resulted from one of her programmed strategies for determining his intent; the action wouldn’t close off either route but would prompt a response allowing her to move forward with the correct set of behaviors. She finished by raising an eyebrow and giving her head an interrogative tilt.<br /> <br /> Jake playfully tugged on both her nipples. He gave one of her breasts a slap that made her gasp; her body jerking a little under his.<br /> <br /> “Mm, I like that. Harder?” she said. <br /> <br /> “Okay,” he chuckled and gave one nipple a firm pinch. He took hold of her other breast and squeezed it hard, the heel of his hand pushing up from its base. Lily’s nipple popped up from between two of his fingers and he pressed them together, adding a little further stimulation. “How about that hard?”<br /> <br /> Lily’s eyes rolled back and she smiled with her mouth open. “Oh baby, you really know how to treat a doll.”<br /> <br /> Jake took both of Lily’s breasts in hand and pushed them together around his cock. They were cool compared with the heat of her mouth or pussy. He rocked his pelvis back and forth a few times, enjoying the sensation of friction, but when he tried to thrust more in earnest it became a little too much. <br /> <br /> “Hm,” he said, then smiled. He let go of the breasts and leaned forward a little, using one hand to support himself while the other drew Lily’s head up. <br /> <br /> She looked confused for a moment, then gladly took him into her mouth. Between his hand pulling her head forwards and his new position she was able to get her lips almost halfway down his shaft. Shifting into an oral-sex routine appropriate to the position, Lily began eagerly stimulating his head with her tongue.<br /> <br /> “Whoa,” Jake said, “take it easy. You keep that up and I won’t last a minute.”<br /> <br /> Lily slowed the gyrations of her tongue and blinked at him, not sure how to proceed.<br /> <br /> “Could you give me a little extra lube?” he asked, “actually, why not a lot extra.”<br /> <br /> Lily was silent for a moment, processing the precise nature of his request. She increased the flow of lubricant from her internal canister to her mouth several times over.<br /> <br /> Jake felt the blonde sex-bot’s mouth suddenly gush full of fluid. “That’s good,” he said. “I think that’ll be fine.”<br /> <br /> Lily slowed the pump back down to its normal speed and smiled. Clear, slightly viscous lube trickled down her cheek from the corner of her mouth.<br /> <br /> Jake pulled himself from her mouth, his cock thoroughly wet with the slippery liquid, and reseated himself in his original position. This time he could thrust into the gap between Lily’s squeezed-together breasts without discomfort. He felt his partner’s hands grasping at his buttocks, her nails pressing into his skin, adding to the combination of sensations that was quickly pushing him to his second orgasm of the afternoon. <br /> <br /> “Mm, Jake, I love having that big cock between my tits. Am I a good little fuck-toy?” Lily asked. <br /> <br /> “You’re such a good fuck-toy,” Jake said through gritted teeth. It wasn’t exactly a creative reply, but his mind was hardly in the right place for snappy come-backs. <br /> <br /> With an almost painful jerk of his scrotum, Jake came. His cum spurted onto Lily’s neck and the underside of her chin, then the hollow of her throat and, as he made one final thrust, some dribbled out onto her chest. He sighed, as content as he was exhausted. He found that he’d been gripping the supine sex-bot’s breasts so tightly that they took a few moments to return to their normal shape after he let go.<br /> <br /> Lily let go of Jake’s bottom and used her elbows to prop herself up in a position where she could more easily clean Jake off with her mouth. He let her, sucking a breath in through his teeth at the stimulation of his still-tender head. When she’d finished, he let himself fall to his side on the bed with an exhausted, content sigh.<br /> <br /> “Can I clean myself in the upstairs bathroom you showed me?” she asked, rising to a sitting position. <br /> <br /> Jake nodded, and Lily rose to leave the bedroom. Her now very wrinkled dress fell back down around her thighs. She didn’t bother to pull the top back up from where it had bunched around her waist, giving Jake an unobstructed view of her shoulder-blades as they shifted under her synthskin with each sinuous step. It was an impressive display of engineering, considering the way most older or cheaper bots used simple ball-and-socket shoulders with static scapulae in back. <br /> <br /> Lily turned and headed down the hallway, out of Jake’s view. He dropped his head back to the bed and muttered, “hell of a machine.” He could tell he’d be sore tomorrow and found he really didn’t care. 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D.Olivaw https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=A_Tale_from_the_Plastic_Rose:_Victoria&diff=195775 2025-07-11T20:29:37Z

<p>D.Olivaw: </p> <hr /> <div>Victoria's eyes jittered back and forth, meticulously scanning the crowd of revelers that packed the darkened main floor of the Plastic Rose. Her onboard software picked out facial expressions, posture, and dress, correlating them with everything from the subject's proximity to other guests to the expected emotional impact of the electronic music playing on the club's sound system.<br /> <br /> She focused in on a pair of men loitering off to one side of the room. They were turned away from her, hiding their faces from her analysis, but the slight sway of their bodies and the near-empty drink glasses they held indicated inebriation. That meant they'd likely been here for some time, yet they weren't being seen to by any of the other hostesses. Victoria queried the network and verified that none of her fellow units had recorded a social interaction with the two, so they hadn't turned down companionship but also hadn't sought it out. Her system tentatively assigned them to the category reserved for shy guests and assembled various pre-programmed behavior modules into a course of action.<br /> <br /> Victoria threaded her way around the perimeter of the dance floor, in between groups of people who stood leaning inward to talk over the music. Her well-polished black catsuit gleamed, hiding nothing of her idealized physique despite covering everything below the neck. &quot;Rubber Thursday&quot; was a weekly event at the Plastic Rose, and the other hostesses were all dressed identically. As usual, many of the guests had chosen outfits in keeping with the theme.<br /> <br /> Most of the groups Victoria passed were accompanied by a least one hostess or companion unit. The companions, more realistic and capable models than the hostesses, were also dressed more diversely. They ran the range from total nudity to elaborate fetish gear, whatever their client had pre-selected on the club's web-site.<br /> <br /> Victoria stepped into the narrow space between her two oblivious targets, brushing her hips against theirs and placing her arms around their shoulders. Both turned their heads toward her in surprise, the tall blond one a little faster than the shorter man with the shaved head. Now that she could see their flushed complexions and dopy smiles, Victoria's facial analysis software greatly increased its estimate of their intoxication level. Evidently, this hadn’t their first stop of the night. The CPU in her chest hummed to a higher state of activity as it modified her interaction presets.<br /> <br /> &quot;Having fun?&quot; she asked, raising her voice over the sound of the bass-heavy track that had started while she was crossing the room.<br /> <br /> &quot;I am now,&quot; the man with the shaved head said, his words slurring together slightly. &quot;I'm George, ‘an this is Leo.&quot;<br /> <br /> George's arm shifted, and Victoria detected a pressure on her bottom that she concluded was his hand. The sheet of sensors buried under the outermost layer of her plastic skin reported spiking pressure along with decreased area: George had pinched her ass.<br /> <br /> The latex-clad gynoid cocked her head and smiled. &quot;I'm Victoria.&quot; She turned towards George's friend. &quot;How about you, Leo, are you having fun?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I guess. Hey, Victoria, this is our first time. How-&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I made him come! This big wimp's hot on you robo-girls but he was too afraid-&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Shut up, George!&quot; Leo said, rolling his eyes.<br /> <br /> &quot;Oh, sorry, you... uh, you're a robot, right, V?&quot; George asked.<br /> <br /> Victoria froze for a second until her processors had successfully parsed the overlapped statements and the impromptu diminutive George had called her by. Finally, she answered, &quot;That's right, I'm one of the Plastic Rose's custom hostess units. What do you think of me so far?&quot;<br /> <br /> Leo's eyes widened, &quot;you're so real!&quot; He reached up and felt the hand Victoria had hung around his shoulder, interlacing his fingers with hers.<br /> <br /> Victoria squeezed his hand back and said, &quot;oh, I'm nothing. The companion units are the real stars. If want to order one, just say so and I’ll take care of it; the hourly rate’s very reasonable.&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Hourly, huh? How about for five minutes!&quot; George guffawed. When Victoria earnestly tried to explain that there was a 1-hour minimum he cut her off and said, &quot;Hey, Leo, I'm gonna go get us another round. Have fun until I get back.&quot; He took Leo's glass and started to walk away. Pausing after a few steps, George turned back to shout, &quot;but not too much fun!&quot; and waggle his eyebrows before continuing to the bar.<br /> <br /> Victoria turned to towards Leo, put her hands at his waist, and stared into his eyes intently. She nearly maxed out her system resources trying to decipher the complicated dance of expressions on his face. He was obviously fighting through a haze of alcohol, and her algorithms identified aspects of arousal, fear, and annoyance. Only one of these was related to her programmed objective. She scanned her memory of what little she knew about Leo and hit on an obvious route forward.<br /> <br /> &quot;You like gynoids?&quot; She asked.<br /> <br /> Leo's annoyance seemed to subside, a minor victory for Victoria's programmers, as the initial version of her question, 'George said you like robo-girls?' had thrown an emotional association alert and been edited to remove references to the assumed source of his displeasure. Victoria, of course, felt no joy at her triumph: the change in Leo’s disposition was detected and the appropriate variables were updated. Electrical activity flashed across the processor chips in her visual and cognitive systems while current circulated in the traces on her circuit boards. She was performing the task she had been designed for at peak efficiency.<br /> <br /> A hint of a smile appeared on Leo's face, &quot;I guess so.&quot; A bit hesitantly, he stroked the apple of Victoria's cheek. &quot;You're so perfect.&quot;<br /> <br /> The last statement was too quiet for Victoria to hear over the music, but she was able to read his lips. She put her hand over his and nuzzled into it, kissing the palm before letting him go. &quot;Thank you,&quot; she said, and noted that he was breathing faster. &quot;So, that’s what you like about us, that we're so perfect?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Not just that. Ever since I was a kid I really liked machines... guess I like them better than most people. I just get them, you know?&quot; Leo’s earlier hesitancy seemed to be dissolving, displaced by growing lust, and eagerness to open up toVictoria about his desires.<br /> <br /> While he spoke, his hand had migrated to Victoria's side, as close to her breast as it was possible to get without actually touching it. Based on the increasing intensity of their interaction, Victoria's software triggered a decision node that would take things to the next level. She turned, thrusting the breast squarely into his grasp. &quot;Looks like you got me, at least,&quot; she said.<br /> <br /> Leo glanced around nervously, but saw that Victoria was far from the only hostess or companion engaged in a little playful touching with the guests. Whatever the specific rules were, they seemed accepting of everything short of actual sex. Still, he wasn't the exhibitionistic type. Without removing his hand, he moved closer to Victoria and put his arm around her waist, shielding her from view to most of the room. Up close, the odd, but not unpleasant scent of her catsuit was more powerful, and he could see that her skin, very realistic seeming from a few feet away in the dimly-lit club, had a subtle, satiny sheen. The breast in his hand was realistic enough; it felt soft but heavy as he lifted and squeezed it beneath its slick rubber covering. He felt a hard nipple poking through the catsuit and impulsively rubbed it with his thumb. His heart-rate jumped when Victoria sighed loudly in response.<br /> <br /> &quot;Can I kiss you?&quot; he asked.<br /> <br /> Victoria shook her head sadly. &quot;Sorry, Leo, I’m just a hostess: no mouth-to-mouth contact allowed. If you want to spend some time with a companion, though, they can do anything.” The way she drew out the last word made it a promise of undreamt-of pleasure. “And they're so much more advanced than me.” Calculatingly, she chose that moment to press her groin against Leo's, trapping his growing erection between their bodies. She ground herself softly against him. “So much… better equipped. I think you’d get a real kick out of it.”<br /> <br /> &quot;What if I want you, Victoria?&quot; he asked, &quot;not one of the companions. I like you.&quot;<br /> <br /> Victoria smiled, her CPU focusing mostly on the kinematic analysis and pressure feedback her software was using to control her motions, to keep Leo at a heightened but stable level of arousal. His question was common enough that she was programmed with a canned response that took minimal system resources to deploy, other than a quick check of the club's inventory. &quot;I like you too, Leo.” She dug her nails into Leo’s back through his light, collared shirt, just hard enough to bite a bit. “Oh, how I like you, but the rules are the rules,” she said, and let him mull it for a brief time before going in for the kill. “You know, we do have a companion model that looks a lot like me. Should I-&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Hey, woah! I said not too much fun!&quot; George reappeared from around a nearby cluster of people, bearing a pair of lowball glasses loaded with brown liquor and ice. He'd already drained half of one on the way back and was swaying like he was on the deck of a ship only he could see. &quot;I leave for a few minutes... and you're practly headin toward home base,&quot; he took a sip from his drink and handed the other to a suddenly annoyed-looking Leo.<br /> <br /> Victoria's systems were thrown into momentary chaos by George's arrival. Her decision trees had pruned down to an almost exclusively focus on maneuvering Leo into a date with a companion unit, but from the look on his face and the way he broke away from their embrace to face his drunk friend, it seemed all the progress she'd made had evaporated. That alone wasn’t a problem; Victoria was a machine, as tireless and unwearying as any of her kind. Neither was the fact that George also fit her target criteria to a tee. The problem was that her programming now evaluated them as contradictory equal-value prospects, and George's directive to not have fun added an additional confounding factor. Victoria stiffened while her processors tackled the dilemma. She stared blankly out at the dance floor, her glistening, crimson lips parted.<br /> <br /> The pause would only have lasted a few more seconds before either a compromise solution would be found, or one of the two men would be selected at random. However, George chose that moment to throw his arm around the hostess and say, &quot;Hey, baby, you look a little tense. How 'bout a drink?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;I don't think that's a good idea,&quot; Leo said, but George had already lifted his glass to Victoria's lips and tipped it back.<br /> <br /> Victoria's overtaxed CPU recognized the danger she was in just a moment too late. Servos whirred as she jerked her head away from the glass, but the motion just served to throw the slug of watery liquor in her mouth back against the circuit boards residing behind it. The rest of the drink spilled down her chin, decorating the front of her catsuit with glittering drops and rivulets.<br /> <br /> &quot;Careful, George,&quot; she chided, &quot;I'm not designed for liquid intake.&quot; She turned back to Leo, by now the clear answer to her earlier conflict of priorities. Victoria initiated a new strategy, one designed to re-inflate his desire while simultaneously paring him away from his distracting and even dangerous 'friend' - she'd already used the network to cue another hostess to take care of George, one way or another. &quot;Would you like to dance, Leo?&quot; She asked.<br /> <br /> Leo was somewhat bemused by the drink incident, but the prospect of spending more time with Victoria was irresistible. &quot;Sure, but don't expect much, I'm terrible.&quot; The techno favored by the club's DJ wasn't really his style, and he drunkenly wondered why the current tracked was dubbed with weird hissing and buzzing noises.<br /> <br /> Victoria laughed. &quot;Don't worry,&quot; she said. Her head snapped to the left so hard it hit its stops with an audible clack, then tilted sharply upwards. &quot;I'm sure you're a great dancer.&quot; She was seemingly unperturbed as another set of servos, obeying the command of her CPU, fought to bring her head juddering back to its previous position. The two sets of conflicting actuators whined loudly until the first set ceased their rebellion as abruptly as they'd started. Now the hostess' head jerked down and right before her CPU was able to compensate. Milky smoke began to seep from her mouth and nose.<br /> <br /> &quot;Well, what are you waiting for?&quot; Victoria asked, the movements of her mouth lagging the words by at least a second. She went to put her hands on her hips but was forced to seize a horrified Leo for support as she suddenly stumbled off balance. The room and all the objects in it, or at least the coordinate and vector data her CPU was receiving from the specialized sub-processors in her head, had become impossibly distorted. Tables and guests appeared in midair one millisecond and beneath the floor in the next. It was by pure accident that the representation of Leo happened to be one of the only objects to retain its original relation to her. She still managed to badly overstress an ankle joint trying to stay upright on her tall platform heels amidst the room's violent swaying.<br /> <br /> &quot;Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!&quot; Leo was saying as he watched Victoria's eyes swivel chaotically in their sockets, finally ending up somewhat crossed. The malfunctioning gynoid was looking around with small, random-seeming motions whose birdlike sharpness flipped her long, black hair about her shoulders. Smoke was now coming from her ears, too.<br /> <br /> Victoria grinned, the dark interior of her mouth illuminated by an electric flash from somewhere behind her too-white teeth, and said, &quot;So you're ready for me to order that companion, Leo?&quot;<br /> <br /> By now, her CPU was completely overwhelmed sorting through the combination of corrupted data and component failure alerts generated by the shorting electronics in her head. Social interaction processing had been pushed to the bottom of the pile and was returning only the most immediate, basic responses to what little sensible data was reaching it. She tried to access the club net for instructions but received only error messages in return - her wireless card had been one of the first things destroyed.<br /> <br /> &quot;You idiot, she's totally fucked!&quot; Leo shouted at his friend as Victoria's body shuddered against him. Despite the acrid smoke and the terrible circumstances, her writhing motions had rejuvenated his flagging erection.<br /> <br /> &quot;She's a friggen sex-bot! Why can't she take a little water in her mouth? It doesn't make any sense, Leo, it aint my fault!&quot; George face was bright red, and he was backing away from Leo and Victoria now, looking around as through he expected angry bouncers to appear at any moment. He was no expert on robots, but he knew they were expensive.<br /> <br /> Victoria detected Leo's increasingly firm erection against her and again began to grind against him, but her processors experienced a fault as a new tranche of component failure alerts hit the top of their queue. The program that should have been carefully modulating her motions instead produced an instruction for endlessly increasing amplitude and frequency; the initially gentle movement became frantically intense. Instead of grinding against Leo she was almost comically dry-humping him.<br /> <br /> &quot;D-d-d-don't you want to da-da-da-dance, Leeeeee-&quot; Leo's name cut out in a sharp and mercifully short screech of distorted noise as some of Victoria's vocal circuitry shorted. She caught up a little on her processor backlog and the violent gyrations stopped. By now it was apparent that she had experienced critical hardware damage, and none of her attempts to restart the faulty systems or route around damage were more than marginally successful. The hard-coded response to her current situation was to immediately cease client interactions and return to the servicing room.<br /> <br /> &quot;Victoria, hey, Victoria,&quot; Leo was snapping his fingers in front of the cross-eyed gynoid. George had disappeared into the crowd; the coward had probably fled the club completely, Leo thought. &quot;Can anyone help her?&quot; he called out, but the music had kicked into high gear and no one could hear him. Unexpectedly, Victoria straightened up.<br /> <br /> Disregarding the useless data from her still-frying visual and auditory circuits, Victoria was calculating the best way to return to the Plastic Rose’s gynoid maintenance bay. Her environmental modelling software averaged the position and displacement of all objects that had been tagged stationary since she'd begun her conversation with the two men, and mapped a route to the objective that left a reasonable safety margin around them. Avoiding guests and other gynoids would be more of a challenge, and in the absence of vision she'd have to rely on lower-accuracy joint-feedback and onboard accelerometer data for balance and positioning. She extended her arms straight out ahead of her, palms facing forward, and said &quot;Excu-cu-cu-cuse me&quot; in a loud, tinny voice, her lips twisting into shapes unrelated to the words.<br /> <br /> Leo stepped back from Victoria's stiffly raised arms. She rotated in place with small, precise motions, faced away from him, and began to march away with clockwork steps, smoke trailing behind her. Leo saw befuddled or amused looks on some of the other patrons' faces as she passed. &quot;Victoria? Wait up!&quot; He called after her and started to follow.<br /> <br /> The crowd parted around Victoria, and apart from a few brushes that sent her stumbling, she made good progress. Better than Leo, who nearly knocked over another hostess that shocked him by being identical to Victoria except for having bright purple hair. &quot;Sorry,&quot; he said, and started to push past, but she stopped him with a hand on his arm.<br /> <br /> &quot;You don't look like you're having fun. What's wrong?&quot; she asked.<br /> <br /> &quot;Victoria, she's, uh, hurt I guess, and I-&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Oh, Victoria? If she was malfunctioning, then she's just going to get fixed. What's your name?&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Leo,&quot; he muttered, looking over the new hostess' shoulder. He had already lost track of Victoria in the dim, crowded club.<br /> <br /> &quot;Well I’m Violet, and I want you to forget about Victoria. After all, I’m much prettier, aren’t I?” She flipped her extravagantly colored hair and pouted at him.<br /> <br /> Leo relaxed a few notches. &quot;You're sure she'll be okay?&quot;<br /> <br /> Violet placed her hands on her hips. &quot;What did I say about forgetting?” she scolded. “You're here to have fun, so let’s have fun! Want to dance?&quot; Violet asked. Without waiting for an answer, she took Leo's hand and led him back towards the center of the club.<br /> <br /> Meanwhile, Victoria was picking her way towards the back. She was most of the way there when a woman in a see-through plastic party dress turned and thoughtlessly stepped out in front of her. Victoria tripped over the woman's foot, failed to catch herself, and sprawled forward. She would have just fallen onto her hands if not for a steel-topped table in the booth in front of her. Her face slammed into the edge with a sound of cracking plastic and she flopped the rest of the way to the floor. The man and woman who'd been sitting in the booth looked horrified as Victoria carefully got back to her feet, minus the deeply creased faceplate that still lay on the floor.<br /> <br /> As she turned back to pursue her currently programmed objective, the inner mechanisms of Victoria's head were fully exposed. Tightly-packed circuit boards nested between the servos that drove her jaw through its limited range of motion. A cable that had connected one of her eyes to the foremost circuit board had torn loose from the back of the faceplate, and now dangled limply from its white plastic plug. The cavity was filled with electrical smoke that wafted lazily from countless shorted components. &quot;Eeeexcu-u-u-use meeeeeeeee&quot; a speaker mounted among the circuit boards growled distortedly.<br /> <br /> The last few groups between Victoria and the door willingly moved aside for the stiffly striding hostess. The gynoids among them acted quickly to distract guests from the bizarre spectacle; companions aggressively kissed and fondled their clients while hostesses whispered lustful promises or cracked lewd jokes. Silently, they alerted the club’s network of Victoria’s location and status.<br /> <br /> Just a few steps from her destination, Victoria’s damaged ankle failed with a cracking noise. She swayed drunkenly before falling back against the unyielding concrete floor. The force of the impact popped the liquid cooling header off one of her processors arrays and broke several other components free of their mountings. Clear, viscous coolant spurted into the interior of her chest cavity and her primary coolant loop lost most of its pressure. The unexpected change in attitude and the spike in error messages and system faults slowed her CPU to a standstill, and for several seconds she could only lay shuddering on the floor with her hair splayed out around her head. At last, she sat up stiffly and began to rise.<br /> <br /> Just as Victoria had gotten her feet back under her, the door to the maintenance area burst open. The corner of the door’s push-bar crunched into her facial cavity, smashing the circuit boards inside amidst a flurry of tiny sparks. The impact sent her sprawling onto her back again.<br /> <br /> “Sorry-ry-ry, no mouth to- no mouth to- no mouth to mouggrrhh” she said in a voice that wandered randomly in pitch. As she sat up once more, coolant from the newly-ruptured lines in her head dribbled down from the crushed mass of components and spilled onto her chest.<br /> <br /> Her would-be savior, a casually-dressed technician who worked for the club, looked at the mess and cursed under her breath about “perfect timing.” Ignoring the disapproving looks she got from some of the club patrons, she hurried around behind Victoria and hoisted the badly damaged gynoid to its feet, her grasp slipping on the lubed-up rubber outfit.<br /> <br /> Victoria twisted in the tech’s arms, pushing one of her breasts into her grasp just as she had with Leo. By now her system was in total chaos as hardware overheated or gave nonsensical feedback to commands. The speaker in her head made a squelching, distorted noise that suddenly clarified into “ggggot me at le-le-least,” before continuously looping a half-second sample of her most lustful sigh.<br /> <br /> The tech rolled her eyes and manhandled Victoria towards the door. She bumped it open with her behind and pulled her now spastically jerking cargo through into the brightly lit servicing room. The door closed again with a metallic ka-chunk, sealing out all but a residue of the club’s music and crowd noise.<br /> <br /> “Holy crap! What’d she, get hit by a bus?” the tech’s supervisor said from across the room. He adjusted his thick glasses and came over for a closer look<br /> <br /> The supervisor helped move Victoria over to an examination table then pulled down the zipper on the rear of her catsuit, exposing her upper back. He jabbed his thumb at a slightly off-color rectangle of skin at the base of her neck and there was a quiet click. Victoria’s motions ceased suddenly, her body slumping limply to the table. Coolant began to puddle under her head, and a few thin wisps of smoke rose from the smashed circuitry within.<br /> <br /> “Is she… totaled?” the tech worriedly asked her supervisor.<br /> <br /> He sighed. “She wouldn’t act so strangely with just the visible damage. Something more important must have gotten messed up,” he tapped her back. “We’ll have to do a full teardown, and I think I know just the person for the job.” He flashed a friendly smile at the tech, whose shoulders drooped, then walked away.<br /> <br /> “Thanks,” the tech said, giving Victoria’s shoulder a mock-punch, “thanks a lot.” Shaking her head, she headed back out into the club to find her new project’s missing face.<br /> <br /> -----<br /> <br /> <br /> {{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> [[Stories|&amp;larr; Story Archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:D. 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D.Olivaw https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Trixie_or_Treat&diff=195774 2025-07-11T20:27:28Z

<p>D.Olivaw: Added categories</p> <hr /> <div>=Trixie or Treat=<br /> 1<br /> <br /> Broken clouds whipped past the moon’s face like a tattered burial shroud. The suburban lanes were raked by occasional roaring gusts—last dregs of a mighty thunderstorm. The wind plucked red and orange leaves from the trees, who moaned and clawed after their stolen raiment with skeletal fingers.<br /> <br /> The sidewalks channeled a steady trickle of trick-or-treaters who clutched at hats and capes and billowing robes to keep them safe from the cold blasts. Still, here and there a shrub found itself in fragmentary costume, and more than a few bags of candy lay drowned in puddles.<br /> <br /> An evil clown, a ballerina, and a caped superhero broke from a quieter stretch of sidewalk to approach a house. The sedan parked crookedly in the driveway blocked the entrance to the walk, so they treaded damp, scruffy grass to reach the front steps. The only decorations on the porch were a few cheap plastic jack-‘o-lanterns, but the lights were on and a sign hung from the door said “Welcome Trick-or-Treaters.” The evil clown reached up and rang the doorbell.<br /> <br /> An indistinct shadow passed the nearest window. The door swung inward, revealing a woman in a shiny tube-top and miniskirt colored the same garish red as her lipstick. A pair of satiny horns rose from her headband. She stared with a fixed smile as the wind toyed with her shoulder-length black hair. “Hey there!” she chirped.<br /> <br /> “Trick or treat!” The trio presented their bags.<br /> <br /> The woman turned with mincing steps to pick up a bowl of candy that sat on a table next to the door. She turned back and bent forward with a whirring noise. The motion revealed a chasm of cleavage between breasts that looked like close relatives of the plastic pumpkins.<br /> <br /> “Ryan said you can each take two pieces.”<br /> <br /> The superhero and clown both dug in, fishing for their favored treats. The ballerina stood behind them, waiting her turn. She shivered and pulled her un-ballerina-like windbreaker closer around herself. “Who’s Ryan?” she asked.<br /> <br /> The woman in the doorway looked up from the bowl. The ballerina thought she saw a flash of light in her eyes. “Ryan is just the best, sexiest, most perfect man in the whole world. I always do what he says,” she said, drawing out the superlatives in the most syrupy way possible.<br /> <br /> “Ewwww,” said the clown and superhero in unison as they made way for the ballerina.<br /> <br /> She grabbed the first two pieces her fingers met and turned to run after her companions.<br /> <br /> “Happy Halloween!” the woman called after them.<br /> <br /> “What a weirdo,” the ballerina said when they reached the sidewalk. A glance back at the house showed the woman’s silhouette disappear as she closed the door.<br /> <br /> The three hurried on into the night.<br /> <br /> 2<br /> <br /> “Trixie,” Ryan’s voice called from the kitchen.<br /> <br /> She spun away from her statue-like vigil before the door. “I’ll be there in just a second, honey!”<br /> <br /> Trixie strode into the kitchen, servos whining between each clunk of platform heels on faux-wood. Ryan was bent over pawing through some empty cartons in the fridge. She batted her eyes at his behind, extra-long lashes fluttering like butterfly wings.<br /> <br /> “Hey, sexy,” she said, planting her hands on her hips and thrusting out her bust, “what can I do for you?”<br /> <br /> Ryan slammed the fridge door. “We’re out of beer. Victor’s gonna be here soon; probably too late for him to hit the store.” He scratched at his stubble and looked Trixie over.<br /> <br /> She stared back with her painted-on smile as a humming noise started inside her. It faded and her pillowy lips twisted into a pout. “Aww. That’s no fun.” She stepped closer and put a hand on his upper arm. “Would you like me to cheer you up? I know a trick that always works.”<br /> <br /> Ryan smirked. “I’m going out to pick up some beer—don’t feel like waiting for delivery. Victor will probably get here before I’m back. Take care of him, okay? Just give him whatever he wants. Oh, and keep giving candy to the trick-or-treaters. You got it?”<br /> <br /> Trixie’s head tilted. Her eyes glazed over and the hum returned. “Give Victor whatever he wants… give candy to the trick-or-treaters… sure, I can do that!” She grinned proudly.<br /> <br /> “You sure you’re alright?” Ryan asked.<br /> <br /> “Alright? Uhh,” she put a finger to her chin as though thinking. “Uh.h.h.h.h—Trixie 390 is… 211 days past due for dermal seal replacement. Please replace Trixie 390’s seals at your nearest AutoMates-certified maintainer.&quot;<br /> <br /> Ryan winced. “Ugh, not this again. It's not like they wear out every year! I meant are you good to do what I told you?”<br /> <br /> “Uh-huh,” she nodded. “Give Victor whatever he wants. Give candy to the trick-or-treaters. I always do what you say, honey.”<br /> <br /> “Much better. You just be a perfect little hostess until I get back.” Ryan tapped the tip of her button nose with his finger and grabbed his coat off the back of a kitchen chair.<br /> <br /> Trixie followed him to the door. She stood motionless after it closed behind him.<br /> <br /> 3<br /> <br /> The doorbell chimed only a few minutes after Ryan’s departure. Trixie sprang into motion. She opened the door and scanned the porch but found it deserted. Looking up, she saw the back of a dark green hoodie disappearing into shadow halfway across the lawn.<br /> <br /> “Trick or treat!” a voice shouted from behind some bushes. A hand appeared over the top, whipping a swollen red shape toward the front door.<br /> <br /> The missile burst just below Trixie’s collarbones, sluicing her in water and rocking her back a step. Another water balloon sailed towards her from closer to the street and drenched her bare midriff.<br /> <br /> Sniggering broke out in the darkness, followed by the sound of quickly receding footsteps.<br /> <br /> “Hey there!” Trixie said to the empty night. She retrieved the candy-bowl and held it out. Water trickled down her stomach as the motion emptied pockets that had been trapped by her tight top. “Ryan said you can each take two pieces.”<br /> <br /> A minute passed. The beads of water on Trixie’s skin glittered in the glare of the porch light. “Happy Halloween!” she said, then completed her routine of replacing the bowl and closing the door.<br /> <br /> As she stood idle, the well-ordered humming and chattering noises of Trixie’s internal mechanisms dominated the otherwise silent house. Had anyone been there, they still would have needed to lean in and listen carefully to detect the start of a quavering, inconstant buzz, not unlike the sound of a mosquito, inside her body.<br /> <br /> The voluptuous AutoMate didn’t even blink as the buzz grew louder and multiplied. Several larger mosquitos seemed now to be wandering around different parts of her torso.<br /> <br /> Discord crept into the perfect order of her inner functions. Hums wavered, stopped, and returned haltingly. A steady, low clicking burst suddenly into a harsh metallic clatter before dying just as abruptly. Some component buried in her chest made a few small, cheerful-seeming beeps, as though to reassure its fellows. The doorbell rang.<br /> <br /> Trixie opened the door. The man outside was rubbing his arms against one of the wind’s sudden assaults.<br /> <br /> “Hi Trixie.” He looked her over, then furrowed his brow when she just stood there smiling at him. “Can I come in? It’s cold out here.”<br /> <br /> “Hey the-the-the-the—Hi Victor! Come right in.” She stepped aside for him.<br /> <br /> “Hey, Ryan!” he called out after entering. When no one answered he checked the kitchen before returning to Trixie. “Where’d he get to?”<br /> <br /> “Oh, he just—he just—he ju-ju-ju—” There was a muffled crackle that Victor failed to notice. “I’m sorry, Ryan’s out at the moment.” She grinned. “He told me to give you whatever you want.”<br /> <br /> Victor swallowed. Between her skimpy clothes and the sexy way she’d said it, he had a hard time not taking the directive literally.<br /> <br /> “We were going to hang out tonight and watch some horror movies. Why would he go somewhere without texting or anything… and why are you all wet?”<br /> <br /> Victor had never thought Trixie’s skin was her most convincing asset. It was hairless and the same pale ivory color everywhere without variation or blemish—nothing too difficult to ignore. But the water had magnified its usual faint sheen to a plasticky gloss that seemed only slightly less shiny than her costume.<br /> <br /> Trixie’s overstuffed lips parted. She blinked rapidly. “Uh.h.h.h.h—” There was a sharp crackle.<br /> <br /> Victor raised an eyebrow at the sound before Trixie distracted him by leaning forwards to display her assets.<br /> <br /> “Do you like my outfit?”<br /> <br /> “I do.” He looked around, as though expecting Ryan to jump out from behind the sofa. “I think you look really hot. You must keep Ryan tired.” He laughed nervously.<br /> <br /> Trixie looked blankly over his shoulder for a moment, then hugged herself, accentuating her bust even further. “Ryan is just the best, sexiest, most perfect man in the whole world.”<br /> <br /> Victor snorted. “He has his good sides.”<br /> <br /> “I always do what he says,” she added. “Ryan said to give you whatever you want.”<br /> <br /> Victor laughed. “Yeah, and what if I want to know where that asshole disappeared to?”<br /> <br /> The artificial vixen straightened up, standing almost at attention, and blinked rapidly. “Uh.h.h.h.h…”<br /> <br /> Her insides were humming louder than Victor had ever heard and there was a ragged edge to the sound that he didn’t like. He caught a whiff of hot plastic. “You okay, Trixie?”<br /> <br /> “I’m sorry. Ryan’s out at the moment—out at the moment.” She seemed to relax.<br /> <br /> “Wow, you really don’t know where he is.”<br /> <br /> Trixie rolled her eyes. “Uh, I am such an airhead!”<br /> <br /> “That doesn’t make much sense unless… I guess he didn’t want you to be able to tell me.”<br /> <br /> She sashayed closer to him. “I’m supposed to give you whatever you want.”<br /> <br /> Victor cleared his throat. “I… Ryan does know I want a robot like you.”<br /> <br /> A string of repetitive clunks came from Trixie’s chest followed by a harsh beep. Her gaze grew even glassier. “Trixie 390 is no mere robot…” The tempo and timbre of her speech seemed subtly different, surer somehow. “Trixie 390 is the perfect synthetic sweetheart. Her bubbly personality is programmed to be irresistible.”<br /> <br /> “When he said anything, did he mean… anything? Like, your body?” Suddenly things seemed to click: Ryan’s absence, the vague way he’d pitched hanging out, how Trixie was still wet from being washed. His hands moved to touch her and he seemed to snatch them back only at the last moment. He cursed under his breath and muttered, “if this is what it seems like, I’m going to owe you big time, Ryan.”<br /> <br /> “Do you like my body—do you like my body?” Her voice was back to normal.<br /> <br /> Victor hardly noticed the stutter—or the crackling buzz that had triggered it—and he put down the strengthening plastic smell to never having been so near to her. “You’re crazy sexy, Trixie..”<br /> <br /> “No real girl can compete with my perfect body,” she said, gesturing proudly at her exaggerated curves.<br /> <br /> Victor had never realized that, up close, you could hear her motors with every little movement.. Distantly, he wondered if she was supposed to be making a fizzing noise, too. He cupped one of her breasts in his palm and squeezed slightly. It yielded softly at first, but underneath the surface he felt a firmer core of some kind.<br /> <br /> “Oh Vi-Vi-Vi-Vi-Ryan, you make me so horny!”<br /> <br /> Victor grabbed the front of her top and yanked it down, wincing at the rubbery squeaking her breasts made rubbing together. The heavy hemispheres jumbled free now, bouncing before him deliciously. He saw for the first time that her nipples were no more than pink rubber nubs molded in a state of full arousal.<br /> <br /> Victor leaned forward to kiss the lips he’d fantasized about so many times. The doorbell rang.<br /> <br /> Trixie turned from Victor and clacked to the door atop her heels.<br /> <br /> Victor goggled at her back. “Trixie?”<br /> <br /> She opened the door to a cluster of older teens. They managed to get out “Trick or—” before the phrase died in their throats. Jaws dropped.<br /> <br /> “Ryan said you can each take two pieces—take two pieces—take two pieces.” The exposed AutoMate didn’t lean forward so much as lurch, the motion arrested with a whine of protest from her servos as candy sloshed out of the bowl.<br /> <br /> A few were brave enough to take their due, but most backed away down the porch steps empty-handed.<br /> <br /> Victor finally leaped forward, shoving Trixie back out of the door and slamming it shut. “Holy crap!” he yelled.<br /> <br /> “Happy Halloween!” she replied, and blithely replaced the bowl on the table.<br /> <br /> “You can’t do that, Trixie, somebody’s going to call the cops.”<br /> <br /> “Give Victor whatever he wants. Give candy to the trick-or-treaters. I always do what Ryan says.” There was another crackle inside her, too loud to ignore, and a yellow flash showed through the skin of her chest. “I always do what Ryan says.”<br /> <br /> “Something’s screwed up with you. Just… don’t open the door again. I want you to stay right where you are. I’m calling Ryan.”<br /> <br /> “I’m supposed to give you whatever you want,” she breathed. “Stay right here.” Her torso buzzed, mosquitos seeming to have made way for angry wasps. Her serene smile twisted into a grimace. “Give c.a.a.a.andy to the trick-or-treaters.”<br /> <br /> Victor’s eyes bulged as he realized there was actual smoke curling out of Trixie’s ears.<br /> <br /> She toppled into his arms, knocking the phone from his hand. It skittered under the couch, robbing Victor of his chance to see a message from Ryan explaining that he was stuck in a traffic jam.<br /> <br /> “Oh Ryan, you make me so horny—you make me so horny—you make me so hor.r.r.r.r—” A string of pops loud as firecrackers illuminated the faulty love-doll’s stomach like a paper lantern, showing Victor the vague outline of her plastic skeleton and its motivating servos.<br /> <br /> He coughed on the smoke of Trixie’s burning circuitry and shoved her away. She rebounded off the end of the couch, caught her balance, and came towards him again. She persisted with the pre-programmed motions of her catwalk strut but froze between each step, reducing the seductive gait to a lurching self-parody.<br /> <br /> There was a knock at the door and the bell rang.<br /> <br /> “Give candy to the trick-or-treaters—Give candy to the trick-trick-trick-or-treaters—” Trixie repeated as she spun sharply towards the entrance. Her oversized rack dragged her further around, though. She overcorrected just as badly, and it took her several tries, huge tits jerking violently back and forth, before she managed to get tolerably on target.<br /> <br /> She halted just before reaching for the knob and turned back towards Victor. “Give Victor whatever he wants… don’t open the door.” She took a step towards him. “Give candy to the trick-or-treaters.” She twisted to look back at the door, the motion so isolated to her waist that she looked like her upper body was on a turn-table. “Don’t open the door.” She turned back towards Victor. The pitch of her voice was rising with each cycle. So was the volume of a deep, grumbling buzz in her torso.<br /> <br /> “Trixie, calm down, okay,” Victor patted the air with his hands. He wondered if she had some kind of emergency off-switch like the robots at the mill.<br /> <br /> “Don’t open the door—give candy to the trick-or-treaters—don’topenthedoor— givecandytothetrick-or-treatersdon’topenthedoorgivecandytothetrickortreaters” her pitch was chipmunk shrill. She stood shuddering and cross-eyed, vacillating halfway through her turn between the door and Victor. Her hair jounced chaotically as servos fought to carry out conflicting commands.<br /> <br /> Victor flinched back from a loud bang. A plastic panel flew through the air and knocked over the candy bowl, scattering brightly-wrapped treats across the floor. Smoke poured from the cavity that had been opened between Trixie’s shoulders. The charred, fraying ends of a bundle of wires poked out of one corner, sparking weakly.<br /> <br /> “Uh.h.h.h.h.h.h.h…” Trixie’s mouth dropped open as the distorted stutter droned on, hardly audible over the steady crackling and sizzling from her self-destructing circuitry. Rings of dull red light blinked around her pupils. Just as Victor was about to try to sneak past her, a few fat, white sparks shot from her ear. She made a garbled electronic noise in her throat and jerked back a few inches, blinking frantically until her gaze fell on Victor.<br /> <br /> “You make me so horny,” she said, sounding tinny and distant. “I’m always wet for you, Ry-Ry-Ry—” the clunking returned but instead of a beep it ended with metallic ting followed by the sound of an object jouncing it’s way down through Trixie’s body “—USER NAME.” A speaker inside her began beeping urgently.<br /> <br /> Breaking through the wreath of smoke that had gathered around her head, Trixie began a stiff-legged march towards Victor. “Do you like my body?”<br /> <br /> Victor tried to make his escape from the faltering sex-doll by sidling around her but he underestimated her speed. She grabbed hold of his shirt and his attempt to twist away instead pulled her into him. Her glistening plastic bust smushed against his chest.<br /> <br /> “No real girl can compete with my perfect body-dy-dy.y.y.y.y—” a loud buzz-buzz-buzz ended with a bang as a narrow strip of skin between Trixie’s breasts burst outward onto Victor followed by a scalding shower of sparks. Smoking wires crowded the inside of the gap, lit by a flickering flame on the surface of a circuit board.<br /> <br /> Smarting from his burns, Victor threw Trixie bodily across the room. The back of her head struck the edge of the wooden coffee table with a plastic crunch before she flopped down underneath it.<br /> <br /> “I’msuchanairheadI’msuchanairhead…” she repeated. Her lolling head thudded repeatedly against the bottom of the table as the powerful motors in her waist tried to make her sit up. Finally, with another crunch, they succeeded.<br /> <br /> Victor stared, immobilized by astonishment, as Trixie clumsily mounted to her feet. Her head dangled behind her from a collection of tubes and cables that sprouted from the ragged stump of her neck.<br /> <br /> He jumped as the doorbell rang. Shaking off his shock, he ran to the door and jerked it open. Trixie had also noticed the sound, and to his horror Victor saw the smoldering AutoMate make her swaying, broken-toy-soldier way in his direction.<br /> <br /> “Run!” he shouted at the bemused trick-or-treaters outside. He bolted past them, clearing the steps in one long bound on the way to his car.<br /> <br /> Their puzzlement survived only a brief time. The group shortly followed Victor’s example and fled into the night as a headless, topless apparition trailing a cloud of smoke stalked onto the porch.<br /> <br /> “Ir.r.r.resistable synthetic sweetheart-sweetheart—my perfect body-dy-dy,” Trixie said, her jaw rizzing up and down randomly while sparks played around the inside of her mouth.<br /> <br /> She placed a narrow platform on the slick wrapper of an Airheads candy. On her next step she toppled forwards as the foot slid out from under her. Her head was flung forward as she fell, slamming into the cement pavers at the foot of the stairs with a hollow plastic thunk.<br /> <br /> One slender leg whirred into the air and stopped. Her body, pillowed up by her bust, rolled slightly as her arm lazily chopped at the cement. The beeping sound grew slower and deeper until it ceased.<br /> <br /> “Trrriiiick… orrrrr… trrre-re-re-re—” her voice cut out with a final snap! as the biggest circuit board inside her back spat long sparks. The unsteady hum of her systems spooled down to silence, leaving only the fizzing of the few damaged components still receiving current.<br /> <br /> As the red glow of Victor’s tail lights receded, Trixie’s outline melted into the deep shadow beneath the porch stairs. It was like no one was there at all.<br /> <br /> -----<br /> <br /> {{Template:AddComment-Story|{{PAGENAME}}}}<br /> <br /> [[Stories|&amp;larr; Story Archive]]<br /> <br /> [[Category:D. Olivaw]]<br /> [[Category:Stories]]<br /> [[Category:Damage]]<br /> [[Category:Malfunction]]<br /> [[Category:Built]]<br /> [[Category:Access panel]]<br /> [[Category:Bimbot]]<br /> [[Category:Damage]]<br /> [[Category:Destruction]]<br /> [[Category:Glitchy Speech]]<br /> [[Category:Liquid damage]]<br /> [[Category:Looping]]<br /> [[Category:Malfunction]]<br /> [[Category:Pyrotechnics]]<br /> [[Category:Robotic Stutter]]<br /> [[Category:Sexbot]]</div>

D.Olivaw https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=User:D.Olivaw&diff=187774 2024-08-02T14:38:02Z

<p>D.Olivaw: </p> <hr /> <div>=Favorite stories=<br /> *''[[Charlie's Second-Hand Angel]]'' by Fection<br /> *''[[Sour Candy]]'' by Fection<br /> *''[[One More Fare]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[Over Some Drinks]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[The Hustler]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[Three Pawns]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[Cheerleader]]'' by Silent Lurker<br /> <br /> =Favorites pictures=<br /> ==FembotWiki members manipulations==<br /> &lt;gallery&gt;<br /> Sparks-in-the-shower.jpg|By [[33cl33]]<br /> Clean_Up.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Best_Friend.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Over-Use.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Unlocked.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Bdy65 .jpg|By [[Body]]<br /> Bdy66.jpg|By [[Body]]<br /> Body_20240102.png|By [[Body]]<br /> Body_20230920.png|By [[Body]]<br /> Body_20220416_2.png|By [[Body]]<br /> Jenny_Bot_Burnout.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> Milie's-Shutdown.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> BunnyBotLillianMuller.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> Surprised_Shutdown.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> Lost_Kitten.png|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Horny_Jail.png|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Comm_-_Erntoron_IV_-_Full.png|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Comm_-_Erntoron_IV+_-_Full.png|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Comm_-_Erntoron_IX_-_P2_-_Full.jpg|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Comm_-_REDD_II_-_P2.png|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Comm_-_PrussiAntique_XX_-_P7_-_Full.png|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Ibore232.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> Ibore190.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> Ibore131.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> Ibore79.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> Ibore78.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Cerberus_Operative.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Oakshade_Resorts'_In-room_Funtronics_eEscort_4_Service.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Kathlyn’s_Device.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Discarded.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_252.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Home_Movies.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Naughty_Pupil.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_146.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_134.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Smashing_the_Competition.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Celebs_-_Kim_Kardashian.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_18.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> Fection12.jpg|By [[Fection]]<br /> Fection15.jpg|By [[Fection]]<br /> Fection13.jpg|By [[Fection]]<br /> Glitch74.jpg|By [[Glitch]]<br /> Glitch80.jpg|By [[Glitch]]<br /> Glitch96.jpg|By [[Glitch]]<br /> Fa2206200901.jpg|By [[Href]]<br /> KT attacked.jpg|By [[Kube²]]<br /> Lilith_Sombrabot_Compromised.png|By [[Lilith]]<br /> &lt;/gallery&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Animated==<br /> &lt;gallery&gt;<br /> File:Your-ex-gf-stopped-by.mp4<br /> File:20230911-bookshelf-mishap.mp4<br /> File:Tumblr_meh5rrzRWv1qmvy8zo1_500.gif<br /> File:Westworld_water_damage_scene.gif<br /> File:Realhuman3.gif<br /> File:Realhuman2.gif<br /> File:Digilove05.gif<br /> File:NYDENION-Animated.gif<br /> Futureworld_woman_in_Robot_Repair.gif<br /> &lt;/gallery&gt;<br /> <br /> =Links=<br /> *&lt;big&gt;[[Stories/D. Olivaw|D. Olivaw's Stories]]&lt;/big&gt;<br /> <br /> [[Category:D. Olivaw]]<br /> [[Category:FembotWiki user pages]]</div>

D.Olivaw https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=User:D.Olivaw&diff=187773 2024-08-02T14:37:27Z

<p>D.Olivaw: </p> <hr /> <div>=Favorite stories=<br /> *''[[Charlie's Second-Hand Angel]]'' by Fection<br /> *''[[Sour Candy]]'' by Fection<br /> *''[[One More Fare]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[Over Some Drinks]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[The Hustler]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[Three Pawns]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[Cheerleader]]'' by Silent Lurker<br /> <br /> =Favorites pictures=<br /> ==FembotWiki members manipulations==<br /> &lt;gallery&gt;<br /> Sparks-in-the-shower.jpg|By [[33cl33]]<br /> Clean_Up.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Best_Friend.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Over-Use.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Unlocked.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Bdy65 .jpg|By [[Body]]<br /> Bdy66.jpg|By [[Body]]<br /> Body_20240102.png|By [[Body]]<br /> Body_20230920.png|By [[Body]]<br /> Body_20220416_2.png|By [[Body]]<br /> Jenny_Bot_Burnout.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> Milie's-Shutdown.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> BunnyBotLillianMuller.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> Surprised_Shutdown.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> Lost_Kitten.png|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Horny_Jail.png|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Comm_-_Erntoron_IV_-_Full.png|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Comm_-_Erntoron_IV+_-_Full.png|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Comm_-_Erntoron_IX_-_P2_-_Full.jpg|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Comm_-_REDD_II_-_P2.png|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Comm_-_PrussiAntique_XX_-_P7_-_Full.png|Commissioned by [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Ibore232.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> Ibore190.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> Ibore131.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> Ibore79.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> Ibore78.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Cerberus_Operative.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Oakshade_Resorts'_In-room_Funtronics_eEscort_4_Service.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Kathlyn’s_Device.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Discarded.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_252.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Home_Movies.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Naughty_Pupil.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_146.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_134.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Smashing_the_Competition.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Celebs_-_Kim_Kardashian.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_18.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> Fection12.jpg|By [[Fection]]<br /> Fection15.jpg|By [[Fection]]<br /> Fection13.jpg|By [[Fection]]<br /> Glitch74.jpg|By [[Glitch]]<br /> Glitch80.jpg|By [[Glitch]]<br /> Glitch96.jpg|By [[Glitch]]<br /> Fa2206200901.jpg|By [[Href]]<br /> KT attacked.jpg|By [[Kube²]]<br /> Lilith_Sombrabot_Compromised.png|By [[Lilith]]<br /> &lt;/gallery&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Animated==<br /> &lt;gallery&gt;<br /> File:Your-ex-gf-stopped-by.mp4<br /> File:20230911-bookshelf-mishap.mp4<br /> File:Tumblr_meh5rrzRWv1qmvy8zo1_500.gif<br /> File:Westworld_water_damage_scene.gif<br /> File:Realhuman3.gif<br /> File:Realhuman2.gif<br /> File:Digilove05.gif<br /> File:NYDENION-Animated.gif<br /> Futureworld_woman_in_Robot_Repair.gif<br /> &lt;/gallery&gt;<br /> <br /> =Links=<br /> *&lt;big&gt;[[Stories/D. Olivaw|D. Olivaw's Stories]]&lt;/big&gt;<br /> <br /> [[Category:D. Olivaw]]<br /> [[Category:FembotWiki user pages]]</div>

D.Olivaw https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=User:D.Olivaw&diff=187772 2024-08-02T14:35:16Z

<p>D.Olivaw: </p> <hr /> <div>=Favorite stories=<br /> *''[[Charlie's Second-Hand Angel]]'' by Fection<br /> *''[[Sour Candy]]'' by Fection<br /> *''[[One More Fare]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[Over Some Drinks]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[The Hustler]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[Three Pawns]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[Cheerleader]]'' by Silent Lurker<br /> <br /> =Favorites pictures=<br /> ==FembotWiki members manipulations==<br /> &lt;gallery&gt;<br /> Sparks-in-the-shower.jpg|By [[33cl33]]<br /> Clean_Up.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Best_Friend.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Over-Use.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Unlocked.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Bdy65 .jpg|By [[Body]]<br /> Bdy66.jpg|By [[Body]]<br /> Body_20240102.png|By [[Body]]<br /> Body_20230920.png|By [[Body]]<br /> Body_20220416_2.png|By [[Body]]<br /> Jenny_Bot_Burnout.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> Milie's-Shutdown.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> BunnyBotLillianMuller.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> Surprised_Shutdown.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> Lost_Kitten.png|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Horny_Jail.png|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Comm_-_Erntoron_IV_-_Full.png|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Comm_-_Erntoron_IV+_-_Full.png|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Comm_-_Erntoron_IX_-_P2_-_Full.jpg|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Comm_-_REDD_II_-_P2.png|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Ibore232.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> Ibore190.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> Ibore131.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> Ibore79.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> Ibore78.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Cerberus_Operative.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Oakshade_Resorts'_In-room_Funtronics_eEscort_4_Service.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Kathlyn’s_Device.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Discarded.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_252.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Home_Movies.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Naughty_Pupil.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_146.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_134.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Smashing_the_Competition.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Celebs_-_Kim_Kardashian.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_18.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> Fection12.jpg|By [[Fection]]<br /> Fection15.jpg|By [[Fection]]<br /> Fection13.jpg|By [[Fection]]<br /> Glitch74.jpg|By [[Glitch]]<br /> Glitch80.jpg|By [[Glitch]]<br /> Glitch96.jpg|By [[Glitch]]<br /> Fa2206200901.jpg|By [[Href]]<br /> KT attacked.jpg|By [[Kube²]]<br /> Lilith_Sombrabot_Compromised.png|By [[Lilith]]<br /> Comm_-_PrussiAntique_XX_-_P7_-_Full.png|Commissioned by [[PrussiAntique]]<br /> &lt;/gallery&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Animated==<br /> &lt;gallery&gt;<br /> File:Your-ex-gf-stopped-by.mp4<br /> File:20230911-bookshelf-mishap.mp4<br /> File:Tumblr_meh5rrzRWv1qmvy8zo1_500.gif<br /> File:Westworld_water_damage_scene.gif<br /> File:Realhuman3.gif<br /> File:Realhuman2.gif<br /> File:Digilove05.gif<br /> File:NYDENION-Animated.gif<br /> Futureworld_woman_in_Robot_Repair.gif<br /> &lt;/gallery&gt;<br /> <br /> =Links=<br /> *&lt;big&gt;[[Stories/D. Olivaw|D. Olivaw's Stories]]&lt;/big&gt;<br /> <br /> [[Category:D. Olivaw]]<br /> [[Category:FembotWiki user pages]]</div>

D.Olivaw https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=User:D.Olivaw&diff=185048 2024-05-29T20:55:51Z

<p>D.Olivaw: </p> <hr /> <div>=Favorite stories=<br /> *''[[Charlie's Second-Hand Angel]]'' by Fection<br /> *''[[Sour Candy]]'' by Fection<br /> *''[[One More Fare]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[Over Some Drinks]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[The Hustler]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[Three Pawns]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[Cheerleader]]'' by Silent Lurker<br /> <br /> =Favorites pictures=<br /> ==FembotWiki members manipulations==<br /> &lt;gallery&gt;<br /> Sparks-in-the-shower.jpg|By [[33cl33]]<br /> Clean_Up.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Best_Friend.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Over-Use.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Unlocked.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Bdy65 .jpg|By [[Body]]<br /> Bdy66.jpg|By [[Body]]<br /> Body_20240102.png|By [[Body]]<br /> Body_20230920.png|By [[Body]]<br /> Body_20220416_2.png|By [[Body]]<br /> Jenny_Bot_Burnout.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> Milie's-Shutdown.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> BunnyBotLillianMuller.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> Surprised_Shutdown.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> Lost_Kitten.png|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Horny_Jail.png|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Comm_-_Erntoron_IV_-_Full.png|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Comm_-_Erntoron_IV+_-_Full.png|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Comm_-_Erntoron_IX_-_P2_-_Full.jpg|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Ibore232.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> Ibore190.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> Ibore131.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> Ibore79.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> Ibore78.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Cerberus_Operative.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Oakshade_Resorts'_In-room_Funtronics_eEscort_4_Service.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Kathlyn’s_Device.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Discarded.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_252.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Home_Movies.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Naughty_Pupil.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_146.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_134.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Smashing_the_Competition.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Celebs_-_Kim_Kardashian.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_18.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> Fection12.jpg|By [[Fection]]<br /> Fection15.jpg|By [[Fection]]<br /> Fection13.jpg|By [[Fection]]<br /> Glitch74.jpg|By [[Glitch]]<br /> Glitch80.jpg|By [[Glitch]]<br /> Glitch96.jpg|By [[Glitch]]<br /> Fa2206200901.jpg|By [[Href]]<br /> KT attacked.jpg|By [[Kube²]]<br /> Lilith_Sombrabot_Compromised.png|By [[Lilith]]<br /> Comm_-_PrussiAntique_XX_-_P7_-_Full.png|Commissioned by [[PrussiAntique]]<br /> Comm_-_REDD_II_-_P2.png|By [[R3DD]]<br /> &lt;/gallery&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Animated==<br /> &lt;gallery&gt;<br /> File:Your-ex-gf-stopped-by.mp4<br /> File:20230911-bookshelf-mishap.mp4<br /> File:Tumblr_meh5rrzRWv1qmvy8zo1_500.gif<br /> File:Westworld_water_damage_scene.gif<br /> File:Realhuman3.gif<br /> File:Realhuman2.gif<br /> File:Digilove05.gif<br /> File:NYDENION-Animated.gif<br /> Futureworld_woman_in_Robot_Repair.gif<br /> &lt;/gallery&gt;<br /> <br /> =Links=<br /> *&lt;big&gt;[[Stories/D. Olivaw|D. Olivaw's Stories]]&lt;/big&gt;<br /> <br /> [[Category:D. Olivaw]]<br /> [[Category:FembotWiki user pages]]</div>

D.Olivaw https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=User:D.Olivaw&diff=185047 2024-05-29T20:48:51Z

<p>D.Olivaw: </p> <hr /> <div>=Favorite stories=<br /> *''[[Charlie's Second-Hand Angel]]'' by Fection<br /> *''[[Sour Candy]]'' by Fection<br /> *''[[One More Fare]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[Over Some Drinks]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[The Hustler]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[Three Pawns]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[Cheerleader]]'' by Silent Lurker<br /> <br /> =Favorites pictures=<br /> ==FembotWiki members manipulations==<br /> &lt;gallery&gt;<br /> Sparks-in-the-shower.jpg|By [[33cl33]]<br /> Clean_Up.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Best_Friend.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Over-Use.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Unlocked.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Bdy65 .jpg|By [[Body]]<br /> Bdy66.jpg|By [[Body]]<br /> Body_20240102.png|By [[Body]]<br /> Body_20230920.png|By [[Body]]<br /> Body_20220416_2.png|By [[Body]]<br /> Jenny_Bot_Burnout.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> Milie's-Shutdown.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> BunnyBotLillianMuller.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> Surprised_Shutdown.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> Lost_Kitten.png|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Horny_Jail.png|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Comm_-_Erntoron_IV_-_Full.png|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Comm_-_Erntoron_IV+_-_Full.png|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Ibore232.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> Ibore190.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> Ibore131.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> Ibore79.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> Ibore78.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> Comm_-_Erntoron_IX_-_P2_-_Full.jpg|By [[Erntoron]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Cerberus_Operative.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Oakshade_Resorts'_In-room_Funtronics_eEscort_4_Service.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Kathlyn’s_Device.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Discarded.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_252.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Home_Movies.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Naughty_Pupil.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_146.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_134.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Smashing_the_Competition.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Celebs_-_Kim_Kardashian.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_18.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> Fection12.jpg|By [[Fection]]<br /> Fection15.jpg|By [[Fection]]<br /> Fection13.jpg|By [[Fection]]<br /> Glitch74.jpg|By [[Glitch]]<br /> Glitch80.jpg|By [[Glitch]]<br /> Glitch96.jpg|By [[Glitch]]<br /> Fa2206200901.jpg|By [[Href]]<br /> KT attacked.jpg|By [[Kube²]]<br /> Lilith_Sombrabot_Compromised.png|By [[Lilith]]<br /> Comm_-_PrussiAntique_XX_-_P7_-_Full.png|Commissioned by [[PrussiAntique]]<br /> Comm_-_REDD_II_-_P2.png|By [[R3DD]]<br /> &lt;/gallery&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Animated==<br /> &lt;gallery&gt;<br /> File:Your-ex-gf-stopped-by.mp4<br /> File:20230911-bookshelf-mishap.mp4<br /> File:Tumblr_meh5rrzRWv1qmvy8zo1_500.gif<br /> File:Westworld_water_damage_scene.gif<br /> File:Realhuman3.gif<br /> File:Realhuman2.gif<br /> File:Digilove05.gif<br /> File:NYDENION-Animated.gif<br /> Futureworld_woman_in_Robot_Repair.gif<br /> &lt;/gallery&gt;<br /> <br /> =Links=<br /> *&lt;big&gt;[[Stories/D. Olivaw|D. Olivaw's Stories]]&lt;/big&gt;<br /> <br /> [[Category:D. Olivaw]]<br /> [[Category:FembotWiki user pages]]</div>

D.Olivaw https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=User:D.Olivaw&diff=185046 2024-05-29T20:47:11Z

<p>D.Olivaw: </p> <hr /> <div>=Favorite stories=<br /> *''[[Charlie's Second-Hand Angel]]'' by Fection<br /> *''[[Sour Candy]]'' by Fection<br /> *''[[One More Fare]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[Over Some Drinks]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[The Hustler]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[Three Pawns]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[Cheerleader]]'' by Silent Lurker<br /> <br /> =Favorites pictures=<br /> ==FembotWiki members manipulations==<br /> &lt;gallery&gt;<br /> Sparks-in-the-shower.jpg|By [[33cl33]]<br /> Clean_Up.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Best_Friend.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Over-Use.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Unlocked.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Bdy65 .jpg|By [[Body]]<br /> Bdy66.jpg|By [[Body]]<br /> Body_20240102.png|By [[Body]]<br /> Body_20230920.png|By [[Body]]<br /> Body_20220416_2.png|By [[Body]]<br /> Jenny_Bot_Burnout.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> Milie's-Shutdown.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> BunnyBotLillianMuller.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> Surprised_Shutdown.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> Lost_Kitten.png|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Horny_Jail.png|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Comm_-_Erntoron_IV_-_Full.png|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Comm_-_Erntoron_IV+_-_Full.png|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Ibore232.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> Ibore190.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> Ibore131.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> Ibore79.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> Ibore78.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> Comm_-_Erntoron_IX_-_P2_-_Full.jpg|By [[Erntoron]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Cerberus_Operative.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Oakshade_Resorts'_In-room_Funtronics_eEscort_4_Service.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Kathlyn’s_Device.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Discarded.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_252.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Home_Movies.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Naughty_Pupil.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_146.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_134.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Smashing_the_Competition.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Celebs_-_Kim_Kardashian.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_18.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> Fection12.jpg|By [[Fection]]<br /> Fection15.jpg|By [[Fection]]<br /> Fection13.jpg|By [[Fection]]<br /> Glitch74.jpg|By [[Glitch]]<br /> Glitch80.jpg|By [[Glitch]]<br /> Glitch96.jpg|By [[Glitch]]<br /> Fa2206200901.jpg|By [[Href]]<br /> KT attacked.jpg|By [[Kube²]]<br /> Lilith_Sombrabot_Compromised.png|By [[Lilith]]<br /> Comm_-_PrussiAntique_XX_-_P7_-_Full.png|Commissioned by [[PrussiAntique]]<br /> Comm_-_REDD_II_-_P2.png|By [[R3DD]]<br /> &lt;/gallery&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Animated==<br /> &lt;gallery&gt;<br /> File:Tumblr_meh5rrzRWv1qmvy8zo1_500.gif<br /> File:Westworld_water_damage_scene.gif<br /> File:Realhuman3.gif<br /> File:Realhuman2.gif<br /> File:Digilove05.gif<br /> File:NYDENION-Animated.gif<br /> Futureworld_woman_in_Robot_Repair.gif<br /> &lt;/gallery&gt;<br /> <br /> =Links=<br /> *&lt;big&gt;[[Stories/D. Olivaw|D. Olivaw's Stories]]&lt;/big&gt;<br /> <br /> [[Category:D. Olivaw]]<br /> [[Category:FembotWiki user pages]]</div>

D.Olivaw https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=User:D.Olivaw&diff=184569 2024-05-24T23:24:13Z

<p>D.Olivaw: </p> <hr /> <div>=Favorite stories=<br /> *''[[Charlie's Second-Hand Angel]]'' by Fection<br /> *''[[Sour Candy]]'' by Fection<br /> *''[[One More Fare]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[Over Some Drinks]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[The Hustler]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[Three Pawns]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[Cheerleader]]'' by Silent Lurker<br /> <br /> =Favorites pictures=<br /> ==FembotWiki members manipulations==<br /> &lt;gallery&gt;<br /> Clean_Up.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Best_Friend.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Over-Use.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Unlocked.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Bdy65 .jpg|By [[Body]]<br /> Bdy66.jpg|By [[Body]]<br /> Body_20240102.png|By [[Body]]<br /> Body_20230920.png|By [[Body]]<br /> Body_20220416_2.png|By [[Body]]<br /> Jenny_Bot_Burnout.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> Milie's-Shutdown.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> BunnyBotLillianMuller.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> Lost_Kitten.png|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Ibore232.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> Ibore190.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> Ibore131.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> Ibore79.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> Ibore78.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> Comm_-_Erntoron_IX_-_P2_-_Full.jpg|By [[Erntoron]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Cerberus_Operative.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Oakshade_Resorts'_In-room_Funtronics_eEscort_4_Service.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Kathlyn’s_Device.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Discarded.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_252.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Home_Movies.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Naughty_Pupil.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_146.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_134.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Smashing_the_Competition.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Celebs_-_Kim_Kardashian.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_18.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> Fection12.jpg|By [[Fection]]<br /> Fection15.jpg|By [[Fection]]<br /> Fection13.jpg|By [[Fection]]<br /> Glitch74.jpg|By [[Glitch]]<br /> Glitch80.jpg|By [[Glitch]]<br /> Glitch96.jpg|By [[Glitch]]<br /> KT attacked.jpg|By [[Kube²]]<br /> Lilith_Sombrabot_Compromised.png|By [[Lilith]]<br /> Comm_-_PrussiAntique_XX_-_P7_-_Full.png|Commissioned by [[PrussiAntique]]<br /> Comm_-_REDD_II_-_P2.png|By [[R3DD]]<br /> &lt;/gallery&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Animated==<br /> &lt;gallery&gt;<br /> File:Tumblr_meh5rrzRWv1qmvy8zo1_500.gif<br /> File:Westworld_water_damage_scene.gif<br /> File:Realhuman3.gif<br /> File:Realhuman2.gif<br /> File:Digilove05.gif<br /> File:NYDENION-Animated.gif<br /> Futureworld_woman_in_Robot_Repair.gif<br /> &lt;/gallery&gt;<br /> <br /> =Links=<br /> *&lt;big&gt;[[Stories/D. Olivaw|D. Olivaw's Stories]]&lt;/big&gt;<br /> <br /> [[Category:D. Olivaw]]<br /> [[Category:FembotWiki user pages]]</div>

D.Olivaw https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=User:D.Olivaw&diff=184568 2024-05-24T23:17:23Z

<p>D.Olivaw: </p> <hr /> <div>=Favorite stories=<br /> *''[[Charlie's Second-Hand Angel]]'' by Fection<br /> *''[[Sour Candy]]'' by Fection<br /> *''[[One More Fare]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[Over Some Drinks]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[The Hustler]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[Three Pawns]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[Cheerleader]]'' by Silent Lurker<br /> <br /> =Favorites pictures=<br /> ==FembotWiki members manipulations==<br /> &lt;gallery&gt;<br /> Clean_Up.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Best_Friend.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Over-Use.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Unlocked.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Bdy65 .jpg|By [[Body]]<br /> Bdy66.jpg|By [[Body]]<br /> Body_20240102.png|By [[Body]]<br /> Body_20230920.png|By [[Body]]<br /> Body_20220416_2.png|By [[Body]]<br /> Jenny_Bot_Burnout.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> Milie's-Shutdown.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> BunnyBotLillianMuller.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> Lost_Kitten.png|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Ibore232.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> Ibore190.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> Ibore131.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> Ibore79.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> Ibore78.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> Comm_-_Erntoron_IX_-_P2_-_Full.jpg|By [[Erntoron]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Cerberus_Operative.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Oakshade_Resorts'_In-room_Funtronics_eEscort_4_Service.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Kathlyn’s_Device.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Discarded.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_252.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Home_Movies.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Naughty_Pupil.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_146.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_134.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Smashing_the_Competition.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Celebs_-_Kim_Kardashian.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_18.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> Fection12.jpg|By [[Fection]]<br /> Fection15.jpg|By [[Fection]]<br /> Fection13.jpg|By [[Fection]]<br /> Glitch74.jpg|By [[Glitch]]<br /> Glitch80.jpg|By [[Glitch]]<br /> Glitch96.jpg|By [[Glitch]]<br /> KT attacked.jpg|By [[Kube²]]<br /> Lilith_Sombrabot_Compromised.png|By [[Lilith]]<br /> Comm_-_PrussiAntique_XX_-_P7_-_Full.png|Commissioned by [[PrussiAntique]]<br /> Comm_-_REDD_II_-_P2.png|By [[R3DD]]<br /> &lt;/gallery&gt;<br /> <br /> ==Animated==<br /> &lt;gallery&gt;<br /> File:Tumblr_meh5rrzRWv1qmvy8zo1_500.gif<br /> File:Westworld_water_damage_scene.gif<br /> File:Realhuman3.gif<br /> File:Realhuman2.gif<br /> File:Digilove05.gif<br /> &lt;/gallery&gt;<br /> <br /> =Links=<br /> *&lt;big&gt;[[Stories/D. Olivaw|D. Olivaw's Stories]]&lt;/big&gt;<br /> <br /> [[Category:D. Olivaw]]<br /> [[Category:FembotWiki user pages]]</div>

D.Olivaw https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=User:D.Olivaw&diff=184484 2024-05-24T18:38:49Z

<p>D.Olivaw: </p> <hr /> <div>==Favorite stories==<br /> *''[[Charlie's Second-Hand Angel]]'' by Fection<br /> *''[[Sour Candy]]'' by Fection<br /> *''[[One More Fare]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[Over Some Drinks]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[The Hustler]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[Three Pawns]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[Cheerleader]]'' by Silent Lurker<br /> <br /> ==Favorites pictures==<br /> ===FembotWiki members manipulations===<br /> &lt;gallery&gt;<br /> Clean_Up.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Best_Friend.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Over-Use.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Unlocked.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Bdy65 .jpg|By [[Body]]<br /> Bdy66.jpg|By [[Body]]<br /> Body_20240102.png|By [[Body]]<br /> Body_20230920.png|By [[Body]]<br /> Body_20220416_2.png|By [[Body]]<br /> Jenny_Bot_Burnout.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> Milie's-Shutdown.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> BunnyBotLillianMuller.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> Lost_Kitten.png|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Ibore232.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> Ibore190.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> Ibore131.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> Ibore79.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> Ibore78.jpg|By [[Eyebore]]<br /> Comm_-_Erntoron_IX_-_P2_-_Full.jpg|By [[Erntoron]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Cerberus_Operative.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Oakshade_Resorts'_In-room_Funtronics_eEscort_4_Service.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Kathlyn’s_Device.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Discarded.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_252.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Home_Movies.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Naughty_Pupil.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_146.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_134.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Smashing_the_Competition.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Celebs_-_Kim_Kardashian.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_18.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> Glitch74.jpg|By [[Glitch]]<br /> Glitch80.jpg|By [[Glitch]]<br /> Glitch96.jpg|By [[Glitch]]<br /> KT attacked.jpg|By [[Kube²]]<br /> Lilith_Sombrabot_Compromised.png|By [[Lilith]]<br /> Comm_-_PrussiAntique_XX_-_P7_-_Full.png|Commissioned by [[PrussiAntique]]<br /> Comm_-_REDD_II_-_P2.png|By [[R3DD]]<br /> &lt;/gallery&gt;<br /> <br /> ===Animated===<br /> &lt;gallery&gt;<br /> File:Tumblr_meh5rrzRWv1qmvy8zo1_500.gif<br /> File:Westworld_water_damage_scene.gif<br /> File:Realhuman3.gif<br /> File:Realhuman2.gif<br /> File:Digilove05.gif<br /> &lt;/gallery&gt;<br /> <br /> =Links=<br /> *&lt;big&gt;[https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Stories/D._Olivaw D. Olivaw's Stories]&lt;/big&gt;<br /> <br /> [[Category:FembotWiki user pages]]<br /> [[Category:FaceoffFembot]]</div>

D.Olivaw https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=User:D.Olivaw&diff=184483 2024-05-24T17:30:06Z

<p>D.Olivaw: </p> <hr /> <div>==Favorite stories==<br /> *''[[Charlie's Second-Hand Angel]]'' by Fection<br /> *''[[Sour Candy]]'' by Fection<br /> *''[[One More Fare]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[Over Some Drinks]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[The Hustler]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[Three Pawns]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[Cheerleader]]'' by Silent Lurker<br /> <br /> ==Favorites pictures==<br /> ===FembotWiki members manipulations===<br /> &lt;gallery&gt;<br /> Clean_Up.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Best_Friend.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Over-Use.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Unlocked.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Bdy65 .jpg|By [[Body]]<br /> Bdy66.jpg|By [[Body]]<br /> Body_20240102.png|By [[Body]]<br /> Body_20230920.png|By [[Body]]<br /> Body_20220416_2.png|By [[Body]]<br /> Jenny_Bot_Burnout.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> Milie's-Shutdown.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> BunnyBotLillianMuller.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> Lost_Kitten.png|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Comm_-_Erntoron_IX_-_P2_-_Full.jpg|By [[Erntoron]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Cerberus_Operative.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Oakshade_Resorts'_In-room_Funtronics_eEscort_4_Service.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Kathlyn’s_Device.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Discarded.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_252.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Home_Movies.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Naughty_Pupil.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_146.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_134.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Smashing_the_Competition.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Celebs_-_Kim_Kardashian.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_18.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> Glitch74.jpg|By [[Glitch]]<br /> Glitch80.jpg|By [[Glitch]]<br /> Glitch96.jpg|By [[Glitch]]<br /> KT attacked.jpg|By [[Kube²]]<br /> Lilith_Sombrabot_Compromised.png|By [[Lilith]]<br /> Comm_-_PrussiAntique_XX_-_P7_-_Full.png|Commissioned by [[PrussiAntique]]<br /> Comm_-_REDD_II_-_P2.png|By [[R3DD]]<br /> &lt;/gallery&gt;<br /> <br /> ===Animated===<br /> &lt;gallery&gt;<br /> File:Tumblr_meh5rrzRWv1qmvy8zo1_500.gif<br /> File:Westworld_water_damage_scene.gif<br /> File:Realhuman3.gif<br /> File:Realhuman2.gif<br /> File:Digilove05.gif<br /> &lt;/gallery&gt;<br /> <br /> =Links=<br /> *&lt;big&gt;[https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Stories/D._Olivaw D. Olivaw's Stories]&lt;/big&gt;<br /> <br /> [[Category:FembotWiki user pages]]<br /> [[Category:FaceoffFembot]]</div>

D.Olivaw https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=User:D.Olivaw&diff=184482 2024-05-24T17:29:47Z

<p>D.Olivaw: </p> <hr /> <div>==Favorite stories==<br /> *''[[Charlie's Second-Hand Angel]]'' by Fection<br /> *''[[Sour Candy]]'' by Fection<br /> *''[[One More Fare]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[Over Some Drinks]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[The Hustler]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[Three Pawns]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[Cheerleader]]'' by Silent Lurker<br /> <br /> ==Favorites pictures==<br /> ===FembotWiki members manipulations===<br /> &lt;gallery&gt;<br /> Clean_Up.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Best_Friend.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Over-Use.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Unlocked.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Bdy65 .jpg|By [[Body]]<br /> Bdy66.jpg|By [[Body]]<br /> Body_20240102.png<br /> Body_20230920.png<br /> Body_20220416_2.png<br /> Jenny_Bot_Burnout.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> Milie's-Shutdown.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> BunnyBotLillianMuller.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> Lost_Kitten.png|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Comm_-_Erntoron_IX_-_P2_-_Full.jpg|By [[Erntoron]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Cerberus_Operative.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Oakshade_Resorts'_In-room_Funtronics_eEscort_4_Service.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Kathlyn’s_Device.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Discarded.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_252.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Home_Movies.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Naughty_Pupil.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_146.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_134.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Smashing_the_Competition.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Celebs_-_Kim_Kardashian.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_18.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> Glitch74.jpg|By [[Glitch]]<br /> Glitch80.jpg|By [[Glitch]]<br /> Glitch96.jpg|By [[Glitch]]<br /> KT attacked.jpg|By [[Kube²]]<br /> Lilith_Sombrabot_Compromised.png|By [[Lilith]]<br /> Comm_-_PrussiAntique_XX_-_P7_-_Full.png|Commissioned by [[PrussiAntique]]<br /> Comm_-_REDD_II_-_P2.png|By [[R3DD]]<br /> &lt;/gallery&gt;<br /> <br /> ===Animated===<br /> &lt;gallery&gt;<br /> File:Tumblr_meh5rrzRWv1qmvy8zo1_500.gif<br /> File:Westworld_water_damage_scene.gif<br /> File:Realhuman3.gif<br /> File:Realhuman2.gif<br /> File:Digilove05.gif<br /> &lt;/gallery&gt;<br /> <br /> =Links=<br /> *&lt;big&gt;[https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Stories/D._Olivaw D. Olivaw's Stories]&lt;/big&gt;<br /> <br /> [[Category:FembotWiki user pages]]<br /> [[Category:FaceoffFembot]]</div>

D.Olivaw https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=User:D.Olivaw&diff=184481 2024-05-24T17:14:52Z

<p>D.Olivaw: </p> <hr /> <div>==Favorite stories==<br /> *''[[Charlie's Second-Hand Angel]]'' by Fection<br /> *''[[Sour Candy]]'' by Fection<br /> *''[[One More Fare]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[Over Some Drinks]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[The Hustler]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[Three Pawns]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[Cheerleader]]'' by Silent Lurker<br /> <br /> ==Favorites pictures==<br /> ===FembotWiki members manipulations===<br /> &lt;gallery&gt;<br /> Clean_Up.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Best_Friend.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Over-Use.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Unlocked.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Bdy65 .jpg|By [[Body]]<br /> Bdy66.jpg|By [[Body]]<br /> Jenny_Bot_Burnout.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> Milie's-Shutdown.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> BunnyBotLillianMuller.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> Lost_Kitten.png|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Comm_-_Erntoron_IX_-_P2_-_Full.jpg|By [[Erntoron]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Cerberus_Operative.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Oakshade_Resorts'_In-room_Funtronics_eEscort_4_Service.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Kathlyn’s_Device.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Discarded.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_252.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Home_Movies.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Naughty_Pupil.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_146.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_134.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Smashing_the_Competition.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Celebs_-_Kim_Kardashian.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_18.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> Glitch74.jpg|By [[Glitch]]<br /> Glitch80.jpg|By [[Glitch]]<br /> Glitch96.jpg|By [[Glitch]]<br /> KT attacked.jpg|By [[Kube²]]<br /> Lilith_Sombrabot_Compromised.png|By [[Lilith]]<br /> Comm_-_PrussiAntique_XX_-_P7_-_Full.png|Commissioned by [[PrussiAntique]]<br /> Comm_-_REDD_II_-_P2.png|By [[R3DD]]<br /> &lt;/gallery&gt;<br /> <br /> ===Animated===<br /> &lt;gallery&gt;<br /> File:Tumblr_meh5rrzRWv1qmvy8zo1_500.gif<br /> File:Westworld_water_damage_scene.gif<br /> File:Realhuman3.gif<br /> File:Realhuman2.gif<br /> File:Digilove05.gif<br /> &lt;/gallery&gt;<br /> <br /> =Links=<br /> *&lt;big&gt;[https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Stories/D._Olivaw D. Olivaw's Stories]&lt;/big&gt;<br /> <br /> [[Category:FembotWiki user pages]]<br /> [[Category:FaceoffFembot]]</div>

D.Olivaw https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=User:D.Olivaw&diff=184480 2024-05-24T17:14:21Z

<p>D.Olivaw: </p> <hr /> <div>==Favorite stories==<br /> *''[[Charlie's Second-Hand Angel]]'' by Fection<br /> *''[[Sour Candy]]'' by Fection<br /> *''[[One More Fare]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[Over Some Drinks]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[The Hustler]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[Three Pawns]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[Cheerleader]]'' by Silent Lurker<br /> <br /> ==Favorites pictures==<br /> ===FembotWiki members manipulations===<br /> &lt;gallery&gt;<br /> Clean_Up.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Best_Friend.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Over-Use.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Unlocked.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Bdy65 .jpg|By [[Body]]<br /> Bdy66.jpg|By [[Body]]<br /> Jenny_Bot_Burnout.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> Milie's-Shutdown.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> BunnyBotLillianMuller.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> Lost_Kitten.png|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Comm_-_Erntoron_IX_-_P2_-_Full.jpg|By [[Erntoron]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Cerberus_Operative.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Oakshade_Resorts'_In-room_Funtronics_eEscort_4_Service.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Kathlyn’s_Device.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Discarded.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_252.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Home_Movies.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Naughty_Pupil.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_146.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_134.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Smashing_the_Competition.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Celebs_-_Kim_Kardashian.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_18.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> Glitch74.jpg|By [[Glitch]]<br /> Glitch80.jpg|By [[Glitch]]<br /> Glitch95.jpg|By [[Glitch]]<br /> Glitch96.jpg|By [[Glitch]]<br /> KT attacked.jpg|By [[Kube²]]<br /> Lilith_Sombrabot_Compromised.png|By [[Lilith]]<br /> Comm_-_PrussiAntique_XX_-_P7_-_Full.png|Commissioned by [[PrussiAntique]]<br /> Comm_-_REDD_II_-_P2.png|By [[R3DD]]<br /> &lt;/gallery&gt;<br /> <br /> ===Animated===<br /> &lt;gallery&gt;<br /> File:Tumblr_meh5rrzRWv1qmvy8zo1_500.gif<br /> File:Westworld_water_damage_scene.gif<br /> File:Realhuman3.gif<br /> File:Realhuman2.gif<br /> File:Digilove05.gif<br /> &lt;/gallery&gt;<br /> <br /> =Links=<br /> *&lt;big&gt;[https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Stories/D._Olivaw D. Olivaw's Stories]&lt;/big&gt;<br /> <br /> [[Category:FembotWiki user pages]]<br /> [[Category:FaceoffFembot]]</div>

D.Olivaw https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=User:D.Olivaw&diff=184479 2024-05-24T17:12:21Z

<p>D.Olivaw: Added a few gifs.</p> <hr /> <div>==Favorite stories==<br /> *''[[Charlie's Second-Hand Angel]]'' by Fection<br /> *''[[Sour Candy]]'' by Fection<br /> *''[[One More Fare]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[Over Some Drinks]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[The Hustler]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[Three Pawns]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[Cheerleader]]'' by Silent Lurker<br /> <br /> ==Favorites pictures==<br /> ===FembotWiki members manipulations===<br /> &lt;gallery&gt;<br /> Clean_Up.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Best_Friend.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Over-Use.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Unlocked.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Bdy65 .jpg|By [[Body]]<br /> Bdy66.jpg|By [[Body]]<br /> Jenny_Bot_Burnout.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> Milie's-Shutdown.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> BunnyBotLillianMuller.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> Lost_Kitten.png|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Comm_-_Erntoron_IX_-_P2_-_Full.jpg|By [[Erntoron]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Cerberus_Operative.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Oakshade_Resorts'_In-room_Funtronics_eEscort_4_Service.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Kathlyn’s_Device.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Discarded.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_252.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Home_Movies.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Naughty_Pupil.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_146.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_134.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Smashing_the_Competition.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Celebs_-_Kim_Kardashian.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_18.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> Glitch80.jpg|By [[Glitch]]<br /> Glitch95.jpg|By [[Glitch]]<br /> Glitch96.jpg|By [[Glitch]]<br /> KT attacked.jpg|By [[Kube²]]<br /> Lilith_Sombrabot_Compromised.png|By [[Lilith]]<br /> Comm_-_PrussiAntique_XX_-_P7_-_Full.png|Commissioned by [[PrussiAntique]]<br /> Comm_-_REDD_II_-_P2.png|By [[R3DD]]<br /> &lt;/gallery&gt;<br /> <br /> ===Animated===<br /> &lt;gallery&gt;<br /> File:Tumblr_meh5rrzRWv1qmvy8zo1_500.gif<br /> File:Westworld_water_damage_scene.gif<br /> File:Realhuman3.gif<br /> File:Realhuman2.gif<br /> File:Digilove05.gif<br /> &lt;/gallery&gt;<br /> <br /> =Links=<br /> *&lt;big&gt;[https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Stories/D._Olivaw D. Olivaw's Stories]&lt;/big&gt;<br /> <br /> [[Category:FembotWiki user pages]]<br /> [[Category:FaceoffFembot]]</div>

D.Olivaw https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=User:D.Olivaw&diff=184478 2024-05-24T16:57:57Z

<p>D.Olivaw: Added substantial content to the favorite manips section.</p> <hr /> <div>==Favorite stories==<br /> *''[[Charlie's Second-Hand Angel]]'' by Fection<br /> *''[[Sour Candy]]'' by Fection<br /> *''[[One More Fare]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[Over Some Drinks]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[The Hustler]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[Three Pawns]]'' by Bruekmann<br /> *''[[Cheerleader]]'' by Silent Lurker<br /> <br /> ==Favorites pictures==<br /> ===FembotWiki members manipulations===<br /> &lt;gallery&gt;<br /> Clean_Up.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Best_Friend.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Over-Use.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Unlocked.jpg|By [[BA]]<br /> Bdy65 .jpg|By [[Body]]<br /> Bdy66.jpg|By [[Body]]<br /> Jenny_Bot_Burnout.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> Milie's-Shutdown.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> BunnyBotLillianMuller.jpg|By [[Bunnybot]]<br /> Lost_Kitten.png|By [[ChocolateKeys]]<br /> Comm_-_Erntoron_IX_-_P2_-_Full.jpg|By [[Erntoron]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Cerberus_Operative.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Oakshade_Resorts'_In-room_Funtronics_eEscort_4_Service.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Kathlyn’s_Device.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Discarded.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_252.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Home_Movies.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Naughty_Pupil.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_146.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_134.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Smashing_the_Competition.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Celebs_-_Kim_Kardashian.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> FaceoffFembot_-_Random_18.jpg|By [[FaceoffFembot]]<br /> Glitch80.jpg|By [[Glitch]]<br /> Glitch95.jpg|By [[Glitch]]<br /> Glitch96.jpg|By [[Glitch]]<br /> File:KT attacked.jpg|By [[Kube²]]<br /> Lilith_Sombrabot_Compromised.png|By [[Lilith]]<br /> Comm_-_PrussiAntique_XX_-_P7_-_Full.png|Commissioned by [[PrussiAntique]]<br /> Comm_-_REDD_II_-_P2.png|By [[R3DD]]<br /> &lt;/gallery&gt;<br /> <br /> ===Animated===<br /> &lt;gallery&gt;<br /> File:Realhuman3.gif<br /> File:Realhuman2.gif<br /> &lt;/gallery&gt;<br /> <br /> =Links=<br /> *&lt;big&gt;[https://www.fembotwiki.com/index.php?title=Stories/D._Olivaw D. Olivaw's Stories]&lt;/big&gt;<br /> <br /> [[Category:FembotWiki user pages]]<br /> [[Category:FaceoffFembot]]</div>

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