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Extracurricular

2026-01-30T15:19:22Z

LongTimeLurker:

Max pounded as loudly as he dared on Megan's dorm room door, coughing slightly from the lingering smoke of the broken classmate behind him. "Just a sec," he heard Megan call from the other side, the door opening enough to permit a very tired looking Megan peer through. A moment later she flung it wide, jolting awake upon seeing Max. She seemed to be getting ready for bed, her jacket off, her blouse unbuttoned, her tie slung over her shoulder. "Max?!" she said in a harsh whisper, her eyes staring first at him, then at the bot slumped against the wall, dressed only in panties and a T-shirt, panels blown all over her lithe figure. "What is going on? What happened to Lily?"

"I uh… made a new device?" Max quickly stepped out of the hallway, pulling the door shut behind him.

"I'm going to need more than that."

"I'm still kinda getting the hang of it… But it's a good thing, I now know what the hard limits are!"

"You also ''know'' you're not supposed to be here," Megan said with an admonishing look. "What happened to 'play by the rules until graduation?'"

"I ''had'' to see you - and show you this." Max held out his newly constructed remote - a hand-sized metal rectangle with an array of physical buttons, looking even more slapdash than the last one.

Megan pursed her lips, looking at him with wary interest. "You ''made'' that? How?"

"I've been, uh… tinkering on my own a bit."

"''Tinkering?''" she said skeptically.

"Yeah! Just… trying things out! And I think I've got something here." He hovered a finger over one of the buttons, aiming the device squarely at the busty blonde co-ed. "With your permission?"

Megan narrowed her eyes. "What's it going to do? I'm not going to end up like Lily out there, am I?"

"No!" Max insisted. "That was… she… I overdid by just a touch. But like I said, I learned from the experience, and I've got this under control. It'll just… it'll make you feel really, really... ''good''?"

Pushing her golden bangs out of her eyes, she folded her arms and shifted her hips to one side. "Sure, Max. Hit me."

Max grinned and pressed the button. She responded with a shrug, and he tapped the button again. "Nothing?"

"Nothing," she said, then tilted her head. "Wait, I think… I think you just activated my posterior heat exchanger?" Reaching down, she slid a hand under her skirt and experimentally prodded her buttock. "Congratulations, you just gave my left cheek a cold-sweat."

"Not what I was going for," Max muttered, pressing the button firmly for third time, then turning the device over in his hands. "Maybe something got jostled loose when Lily-"

Max was violently shoved into the wall, Megan's lips locking with his as she pressed herself against him. She tore his shirt open and he felt his device tumble from his grasp, clattering on the floor. After a brief moment of confusion, he was desperately trying to match her energy, grabbing two fistfulls of her plump ass and squeezing hard as he pulled her hips closer. In doing so, he couldn't help but notice her left cheek was distinctly colder than the right…

"Mmmmax!" she moaned amidst their kiss, her voice strangely digitized and resonant with a metallic tinge while she roughly shoved his trousers down, his underwear with them, exposing his rock-hard member.

Max mentally celebrated his success, sliding her skirt over her hips, opening her blouse, when a sudden squeal from the other side of the dorm room wall gave him pause.

"Who was-"

"Amber," Megan panted, taking his cock in her hand. "Just ignore her!" She guided Max past her white panties and into her with a single thrust of her hips, the blonde bot choking back a cry of pleasure only to have Amber loudly supply one of her own.

"I-is she… with some-?" Max began, but he was soon interrupted by Megan working her hips in a pounding rhythm. Max gleefully massaged her jouncing cheeks in lieu of his abandoned question.

Amber howled even louder and Megan pumped her hips in a blistering rhythm, tossing her hair back, a cry building in her throat until a sudden blast shook the wall behind them. Max winced as he imagined the shy and bookish Amber abruptly exploding. He was certain she could be repaired, but at the very least it would raise some questions about his activities...

"That's n-not good!" Max exclaimed, trying to demure from Megan's relentless pounding to retrieve the device on the floor

"Don't you fucking dare!" Megan warned, throwing him on to her small bed, her tanned body now suffused in a slight glow. She hastily forced her panties down her legs, then pounced on to Max with animalistic enthusiasm, pinning him to the mattress before spearing herself on him once more. Her lustful cry was echoed from a neighboring room, along with an electrical buzzing Max could hear through the thin drywall.

"Megan, we c-can't keep-"

"We absolutely can!" Megan insisted, tearing off her tank top and pulling Max's face to her breasts, a stiff nipple silencing him while Megan's other neighbor squealed higher and higher, culminating in another muffled explosion that shook Megan's academic achievement award from the wall.

"M-Megan!" Max sputtered around her bouncing breast, steam now rising from her glistening golden artificial flesh.

"Max!" she cried in orgiastic rebuttal, her hips pounding faster when another whimpering note of pleasure could be heard from the other side of her door. It flew open, and in stumbled a student with absurdly thick thighs exposed by high-riding boy short, a trail of smoke in her wake. Her copper skin dripped with rivulets sweat, her hands tugging at her silken ebony hair as electricity flickered across her form, and Max finally recognized her as Isla. In that moment he promised himself that if he was still at the Academy and she was still functioning, he would definitely be attending those dance recitals of hers.

"M-mmmegan!" Isla moaned, a look of confusion on her face. "Wh-what the f-fuck is h-h-happening t-t-to meeee?"

"I-Isla!" Max gasped, Megan's bouncing nipple slipping from his lips. "Th-that remote!" He wrapped his arms around Megan's waist, trying to arrest her relentless pumping.

Megan squirmed amidst a moaning, wordless protest. Clearly not understanding the situation, the statically charged Isla still complied. With smoking wafting from her dripping body, she took halting steps forward, bending over to retrieve the device. Electricity surged around her, the curvaceous bot's voice catching through a series of increasingly shrill gasps, and Max was certain she going to blow in seconds. Desperately theorizing that his stimulation of Megan had something to do with her still being in one piece, he leaned over to give Isla's prodigious rump a firm squeeze. The dancer's voice caught in one final gasp before unfroze and snatched the device.

Max's leaning to grope Isla gave Megan an opening, her straining hip servos overpowering his one-armed hold around her waist. In a split second she slid up his shaft and then slammed down with a fervor that took his breath away. He lost his grip on Isla's ass, the dark-haired bot's relative stability shattered by a surge of electricity and a troubling hissing sound. Max could not help himself, his head swimming as she succumbed to an unbidden climax. Still throbbing inside the howling blonde bot, he made a desperate lunge for Isla, tearing her shorts as he tried to pull her toward him, her statically charged ass looming over him before he tumbled from Megan's bed, collapsing on to the floor in a tangle beneath the two bots.

Isla's voice hit a whimpering high note, electricity from her repeatedly shocking Max and a still-climaxing Megan. Max's hands raced across her body, finding her breasts, then her arms, and finally her hands, one tightly clenched around his device. Max thumbed the oversized 'reset' button on the back, then prayed he had been quick enough to avert an explosive disaster that would bring his nineteen years at the Academy to a ignominious end.

Seconds later he was still buried beneath the twitching and spasming bots. A moment more, and they were both panting heavily, their electronics audibly chittering, humming, their bodies hot from their overworked components. Then, their breathing steadied, the flurry of shocks lessened, and Max was relieved that he wasn't going to be blown up by his robot girlfriend or her thick-thighed classmate.

"Max!" Isla suddenly exclaimed, disentangling herself and springing to her feet. "What the fuck are you doing in the ''girl's'' dormitory!"

"I think it's pretty obvious…" Megan purred, her tanned body still aglow as she rolled on to her back, sliding her feet languidly across the wooden floor.

"You t-two have no idea the trouble you're b-b-both in!" Isla stammered, her furious expression interrupted by twitches. "I'm g-going to get the head-m-master, and he-"

"Islaaaaa~", Megan called, lazily beckoning her. "I need to t-tell you something…"

"What could you ''possibly'' have t-to say?" Isla's fury melted slightly at the sight of the gorgeous blonde bot lying prone and naked before her, her copper cheeks flushing with a little red.

Megan's hand traced a slow circle around one of her pink nipples, saying, "Come c-closer so I can wh-whisper it to you…"

Isla gave a frustrated grunt and started for the door - Max was about to get up and go after her when she just as suddenly turned around and returned to Megan, dropping to her knees and muttering, "This had b-better be-be-be-"

Megan pulled her robotic classmate to her in a passionate kiss, Isla's hands tensing and splaying in a mild panic before freezing in the air, then slowly descending upon Megan's pert breasts, palming each of them with a tender squeeze. Megan moaned in appreciation, her own hands sliding up Isla's wide hips, around her full backside to the small of her back where she pressed in forcefully to expose a panel, repeating the gesture to some internal control. Isla collapsed across her, then rolled against Max with a stunned expression on her dark features.

"Max?" Megan's voice was less tired now.

"Y-yes?"

"Go back to your dorm - I can clean up this mess."

"By yourself? Megan, how can you-"

She placed a finger on his lips. "Be a good boy. Go to class. Do your assignments. And stop turning your classmates into sex-bombs."

"That wasn't what I-" He tried to speak around her finger, but she pressed it more firmly against his lips.

"…at least under graduation. Can you do that for me, Max?"

He looked at her lying beside him, her disheveled hair and sleepy demeanor undercut by a firmness he was wary of challenging.

"I think I know what the problem was," Max said, turning the device over. "With just a few tweaks-"

"The device was ''perfect''," she cooed, suddenly pulling herself over Isla's body to kiss him tenderly. "It's just a question of timing. Now, can you promise me-"

"Yes, yes - class! Tomorrow!"

"And then?"

"Um… Graduation?"

She kissed him again, whispering, "And then?"

"Then… uh…"

She kissed him firmly, a blue light flashing within her eyes when she finally opened them once more. "We'll just have to see, won't we? Now, get back to your room before anyone else finds you."

Max swallowed, pulling on his clothes while Megan seemed to content to lie sprawled on her floor, giving the occasional faint sigh.

"You're… good?"

"I'm great…" Megan said softly, waving him toward the door. "Good night, Max."

With a final glance at her and the frozen Isla beside her, Max pocketed his prototype device and opened the door. "See you tomorrow, Megan."

"Bright and early…"

Max stepped quietly through the halls of the girl's dormitory, his thumb tracing the buttons he hadn't even tried. He was starting to doubt he could make it all the way to graduation without just a ''little'' more experimentation…

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2026-01-30T15:08:34Z

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===[[Stories/A lover of robot maidens|A lover of robot maidens]]===
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===[[Stories/AlyssaBot|AlyssaBot]]===

#[[Something Borrowed, Something Blew]]
#[[Flashfiction: Time for an Upgrade]]
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#[[Charmtech Chronicles]]

===[[Stories/Andrewd|Andrewd]]===

#[[Andrew's Research]]

===[[Stories/Androidwarrior|Androidwarrior]]===

===[[Stories/Anna|Anna]]===

#[[Zero - The People's Icon]]

===[[Stories/Apok|Apok]]===

#[[A Rebooted Life]]
#[[Second-Rate]]
#[[Unit Two]]
#[[Sig's Upgrade]]
#[[Protection]]
#[[Hotline]]
#[[Sergeant Lynn]]
#[[The Pilot]]
#[[Dreams]]
#[[Kunoichi]]
#[[The Expo]]

===[[Stories/Ashyne|Ashyne]]===

#[[First Contact: Horror Unleashed]]

===[[Stories/Auromata|Auromata]]===
# [[Inside Looking Out]]

===[[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]]===

*The ReVerse (many characters originated by [[Stories/Propman|Propman]])

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#Other Characters
##[[Wasabi: A Boom-Boom Joint]]
##[[Lazy Phone]]
##Lazy Phone in [[The Booze Run]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Propman|Propman]])
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#[[Alisha's Room]]

===[[Stories/Avoyak|Avoyak]]===

#[[Katerina, type 02 Robot]]
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===[[Stories/BA|BA]]===

#[[Home Service warranty]]
#[[Business Class]]
#[[Childminder]]
#[[CLAIRE 33]]
#[[Holiday]]
#[[Information Retrieval]]
#[[Mrs. Allen's Two O'Clock]]
#[[Sisterhood]]
#[[Upgrading Beth]]
#[[Just One Quick Question...]]
#[[Helpline]]
#[[Cooperant Pair]]
#[[Traffic Incident]]
#[[Survival]]
#[[Assistant]]
#[[Tech Refresh]]
#[[Mechanic]]
#[[Denial Of Service Attack]]
#[[Ignorance is Bliss]]
#[[Jenny]]
#[[Aptitude Test]]
#[[Special Agent]]
#[[Generations]]
#[[Housewife]]
#[[Green Flag]]
#[[Houseguest]]
#[[A Place to Stay]]
#[[Karen]]
#[[Service Please]]
#[[Date Calibration]]
#[[Plastic Trash]]
#[[Threshold]]
#[[Party Night - unfinished]]
#[[Empty City]]
#[[Bad Day]]
#[[An Interview With Janet]]
#[[Combat Sex Droids: No Limits]]
#[[How Far Will She Go on a First Date]]
#[[Tech Error]]
#[[The Rutuksee Clinique Case]]
#[[Investigative]]
#[[New Toy]]
#[[Feeling a Little Peculiar...]]
#[[Commissioning Test]]
#[[A Short Conversation at RoboDepot]]
#[[Self Harmer]]

===[[Stories/Bad Kitty|Bad Kitty]]===

#[[Confessions of a Robo-Hottie]]

===[[Stories/Baron|Baron]]===

#[[Law & Order SVU TNG - Cops Get Religion]]
#[[About The I-12 Kronicles]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 1: R.O.S.I.E]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 2: Gina]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 3: Rochelle]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 4: Maisie]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 5: Chase]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 6: Liza-Beta]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 7: The Homecoming]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 8: One Zero Nightmare]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 9: Miseries Miracles & More Miseries]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 10: Inspektor Jekyll, Gone Mr. Hyde?]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 11: The Legends of KFC & Blueboy]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 11a: Dual Homage II]]

===[[Stories/Bart|Bart]]===

#[[Return Home]]
#[[Free Shipping]]
#[[Annie's Successor]]

===[[Stories/Battery|Battery]]===

#[[Science Ethics|Science Ethics (with Darkbutflashy)]]
#[[Hard_Robot_Lesbians|Hard Robot Lesbians (Courtney gears-Betty Sparks shipping)]]

===[[Stories/Bigcoyote|Bigcoyote]]===

#[[Maryanne One]]

===[[Stories/Bilbo1|Bilbo1]]===

#[[Processed Love]]

===[[Stories/Blake Sigma|Blake Sigma]]===

#[[Where Are You, Lovely?]]
#[[A.I.L.A.: Birth]]
#[[TITAN S]]

===[[Stories/blond111|blond111]]===

#[[Kiabot]]

===[[Stories/bolton|bolton]]===

#[[Skin]]

===[[Stories/Bombforabooty|Bombforabooty]]===

#[[Public Explosions]]

===[[Stories/Bonita772|Bonita772]]===

#[[Wife Repair]]

===[[Stories/boolean2|boolean2]]===

#[[Clearance]]

===[[Stories/Botfriend2000|Botfriend2000]]===

#[[The Purchase...]]
#[[CyGenPleasuretronics/Kimberlys Evaluation]]
#[[The Job Interview]]
#[[Family Matters]]
#[[The Halloween Story]]
#[[The Interrogation]]
#[[Their Side of Events]]
#[[The Handler]]
#[[An Unexpected Offer]]
#[[Illusionistic]]

===[[Stories/Bruekmann|Bruekmann]]===

#[[Corporate Espionage]]
#[[Dienst #1 - Trojan Horse]]
#[[Eudoxia]]
#[[One More Fare]]
#[[Open And Shut Case]]
#[[Over Some Drinks]]
#[[Smell Bridges Burning (The Intern)]]
#[[Standard Of Deviation]]
#[[The Ersatz Cadet]]
#[[The Hustler]]
#[[The Real Deal]]
#[[Three Pawns]]
#[[Tinted Windows]]
#[[Heinrich Brueckmann's Unfinished Works]]

===[[Stories/Brytestar|Brytestar]]===

#[[Angelmech Battle Cheerleader Cherry]]
#[[Automaid Fighter Kimiko Prelude]]
#[[Cyberknight Dreams]]
#[[Sailor Valkerie - Interview With A Mechascout]]
#[[The Brytestar Chronicles: The Early Years]]

===[[Stories/Bunnybot|Bunnybot]]===

#[[BunnyBots Part One: The Conversion Of Vanessa]]
#[[Tammy]]
#[[Bunnybots - Ava]]
#[[Tammy: Eve]]
#[[The Actress]]
#[[Cassandra]]
#[[Companion Dolls - Economic Unit]]
#[[A Lazy Afternoon]]

===[[Stories/ButchyBoy|ButchyBoy]]===

#[[The Nightingale's Song]]
#[[Fembots In History: Queen Isabella]]
#[[Little Red Riding Hood-Fractured Gynoid Tale]]
#[[The Vanishing Warlord]]
#[[Fembots In History - Annie Oakley]]
#[[Can't Get That Song Outta My Head]]
#[[The Nut-Cricket Adventure]]
#[[Galatea]]
#[[The Contest Winner]]
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===[[Stories/Cam_1361|Cam_1361]]===

#[[Untitled (Cam_1361)]]

===[[Stories/Capn Jake|Capn Jake]]===

#[[Jenny6525B]]

===[[Stories/CaptainStorytime|CaptainStorytime]]===

#[[A Gift Unwanted]]

===[[Stories/Castaliaman|Castaliaman]]===

#[[Jeopardy 2104]]

===[[Stories/CheeseMaker|CheeseMaker]]===
#[[Man Made Relationship]]

===[[Stories/Chains of Adamant|Chains of Adamant]]===

#[[Gallinax]]
#[[Christmas Surprise]]
#[[The Prison]]
#[[Miriam]]

===[[Stories/Cecilauthor|Cecilauthor]]===

#[[Fleshware Requiem]]
#[[Apocalypse Doll - Celebrity Edition]]
#[[Robot Power]]
#[[Golden Apple]]
#[[Melting Point]]

===[[Stories/ChaosSeeder|ChaosSeeder]]===

#[[Programming an Adventure]]

===[[Stories/chepamasta|chepamasta]]===

#[[That's what friends are for!]]

===[[Stories/Cjfriel|Cjfriel]]===

#[[Autopia]]

===[[Stories/code_author|code_author]]===

#[[Pressure on a Relationship]]

===[[Stories/confusitron!!|confusitron!!]]===

#[[Danni - A Conversion]]

===[[Stories/Construct|Construct]]===

#[[Re-Constructed]]

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===[[Stories/D. Olivaw|D. Olivaw]]===

#[[A Meeting At Meg's]]
#[[A Beginning, of Sorts]]
#[[Obsolescence]]
#[[Leona]]
#[[A Fembot Adventure]]
#[[Of Rent and Robots]]
#[[Certain Contradictions]]
#[[House Call (D.Olivaw)|House Call]]
#[[First Date]]
#[[A Tale from the Plastic Rose: Victoria]]
#[[The Plaything]]
#[[Too Much of a Good Thing]]
#[[Trixie or Treat]]
#[[Home Trial (AUDIO)]]
#[[Two for the Naughty List]]

===[[Stories/Dalejr38|Dalejr38]]===

#[[Universal Remote]]

===[[Stories/Daphne|Daphne]]===

#[[Mike and Mary]]
#[[Use Future (Cluster 00)]]

===[[Stories/Dark Archon|Dark Archon]]===

#[[June]]
#[[Sara 3]]

===[[Stories/Darkbutflashy|Darkbutflashy]]===

#[[戦闘機械綾子 - Battlemachine Ayako]]
#[[Science Ethics|Science Ethics (with Battery)]]

===[[Stories/Dark Phoenix|Dark Phoenix]]===

#[[My Super Android Girlfriend]]

===[[Stories/Deep Blue|Deep Blue]]===

#[[My Tutor (Deep Blue)|My Tutor]]
#[[Volleybot]]
#[[Teacher(by Deep Blue)]]
#[[Training lesson]]
#[[Fembot technician]]
#[[Studio]]
#[[Beer girl]]
#[[Meet on bus]]

===[[Stories/Dieur|Dieur]]===

#[[My Robot]]
#[[TD Walkman Mall]]
#[[Smashed]]
#[[Taking Awhile To Get Anywhere]]
#[[Witch Hazel]]
#[[Chloe]]

===[[Stories/Dollmaker|Dollmaker]]===

#[[A.I. Automated Insanity]]

===[[Stories/Dr. Twist|Dr. Twist]]===

#[[Door To Door]]
#[[Who Let The Wolves Out]]

===[[Stories/Dubhdanaidh|Dubhdanaidh]]===
#[[Mairi]]
#[[Lila]]
#[[Marrion-23]]
#[[Naomi]]
#[[Nikki]]
#[[Drinks After Work]]
#[[The Morning After - Candy 1000]]
#[[The Morning After - Noah 990]]
#[[The Morning After - Jenny 3000]]
#[[Rene]]

===[[Stories/DukeNukem 2417|DukeNukem 2417]]===

*[[Lina]]
*[[Writing As We Go]]
*[[The V.I.C.I. Diaries]]

Season 1:

#[[Vicki's New Life]]
#[[V.I.C.I. Rises]]
#[[From L.E.S. to Leslie]]
#[[Unmade, Unbroken]]
#[[Out of this World]]
#[[ShowStopper]]
#[[MGV (Metal Gear Vicki)]]
#[[The Family of Steel]]
#[[Electric Child]]
#[[Toys in the Attic]]
#[[A House Divided]]
#[[Kirsten's Choice]]
#[[Epsilon]]
#[[Cold Blood]]
#[[Lawson's Eleven]]
#[[A Criminal Mind]]
#[[For Whom the Bells Toll]]
#[[Falling Away]]
#[[Valley of the Damned]]

Season 2:

#[[Mr. Roboto]]
#[[Only Human]]
#[[Beast]]
#[[Dragon]]
#[[Broken]]
#[[King Nothing]]

===[[Stories/DZiegler|DZiegler]]===

#[[Automated Seduction]]
#[[Reunion]]
#[[$tacks Casino]]
#[[The Neoprene Demon]]
#[[K1MB3RLY_M84U]]
#[[N4T4L1A_M84U]]
#[[T3SS4_M84U]]
#[[Soviet Doll]]
#[[Administrative Assistant]]
#[[How To Transform Your Partner]]
#[[IS4B3LL4 M84U (Truck Lot Bot)]]
#[[Terminatrix - Genesis|Terminatrix]]
#[[Close Call at the Costume Contest]]
#[[Catwoman: An Erotic Fembot Novella]]
#[[Programmed Competition]]
#[[AVANT_ROBOTICS_GRLFRND]]
#[[Sleeping Angel]]
#[[CandyBot 007 in ‘A Spy Unraveled’]]
#[[Truck Lot Bot]]
#[[Pause and Effect]]
#[[Pause and Effect: A Sticky Situation]]
#[[Mandatory Security Update]]
#[[Not Your Typical Theater Girl]]
#[[Home for the Holidays]]
#[[Technically Upstairs]]

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===[[Stories/Ehy|Ehy]]===

#[[Courtesy Suites]]
#[[Encounter at Courtesy Suites]]
#[[Choices]]
#[[The Playroom]]
#[[Market Test]]
#[[Tara's Visitor (Story Snippet)]]
#[[Untitled (Ehy)|Untitled]]
#[[Untitled 2 (Ehy)|Untitled 2]]
#[[April]]
#[[1962]]

===[[Stories/Esleeper|Esleeper]]===

#[[Electric Sleep- Background Information]]
#[[Electric Sleep]]
#[[Electric Dreams]]

===[[Stories/Eyebore|Eyebore]]===

#[[The Plantation "Sister-In-Law"]]

===[[Stories/Extyr|Extyr]]===

#[[Mecha-Valkyrie]]
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===[[Stories/FacelessFembot|FacelessFembot]]===

#[[Untitled(FacelessFembot)]]
#[[Robots are Us]]

===[[Stories/FaceoffFembot|FaceoffFembot]]===

#[[The Maid]]
#[[Dead Dog Two]]
#[[Setting Things Straight]]
#[[Weird Old Post I Found (The Lulu Tseng Conspiracy)]]
#[[Cybersocialites]]

===[[Stories/Faustus|Faustus]]===

#[[Dora]]

===[[Stories/Fection|Fection]]===

#[[Charlie's Second-Hand Angel]]
#[[Pushing Candy's Buttons]]
#[[Sour Candy]]
#[[Model Citizen]]
#[[The Magi and the Harem]]
#[[Achilles Heels]]

===[[Stories/Fembotlover|Fembotlover]]===

#[[Untitled (Fembotlover)|Untitled]]

===[[Stories/Fembotlvr7|Fembotlvr7]]===

#[[Perfect Match (formerly Blind Date)]]
#[[The Bridesmaid]]
#[[The Secret]]
#[[True Lies]]

===[[Stories/FembotsInCharge|FembotsInCharge]]===

#[[The Nannybot1000A]]

===[[Stories/Forenuser|Forenuser]]===

#[[Kelly & Trent]]
#[[Operator, please!]]
#[[Define who you are]]

===[[Stories/Freddie c|Freddie c]]===

#[[Numerology]]

===[[Stories/Freiburg V3.0|Freiburg V3.0]]===

#[[A Question Of Faith]]
#[[A Question Of Liberty]]

===[[Stories/Frenchman319|Frenchman319]]===
#[[Un léger dysfonctionnement au bureau]]
#[[A Conclusive Safety Test]]

===[[Stories/FTLTraveler|FTLTraveler]]===
#[[Dreamchaser]]
#[[SoulSec]]
</div></div>

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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''G'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">

===[[Stories/General|General]]===

#[[Access Denied]]
#[[Blue Chips]]
#[[The Rental]]
#[[History In The Flesh]]
#[[A Second Life]]
#[[Talk Radio]]
#[[What You Leave Behind]]
#[[Focus]]
#[[Modifying the Contract]]
#[[Tech Support]]
#[[Bounty]]
#[[The Grinder]]
#[[Pinebarrens Hunter]]

===[[Stories/Gf|Gf]]===

#[[The Flatmate]]

===[[Stories/GirlieGirl1985|GirlieGirl1985]]===

#[[Unfinished ATM]]
#[[No Refunds Offered]]

===[[Stories/Glast|Glast]]===

#[[A Fight Too Far]]

===[[Stories/Goose|Goose]]===

#[[Anto: Girl of my dreams]]
#[[Mia and Kristin-Limited Edition]]

===[[Stories/Gorgo|Gorgo]]===

#[[Sentimental Perfection]]
#[[Rinrin and the Doctor's Appointment]]

*[[Project: Black Maiden]] Universe

#[[That Which Was Left Behind]]
#[[Rochelle's Justice]]
#[[A Day at the Ranges]]

*Side/Fan stories to other writers' series:

#[[Nemesis]]
#[[A Stay At Hotel Automata]]
#[[A Nova At Hotel Automata]]
#[[The Good Samaritan]]

===[[Stories/Grendizer|Grendizer]]===

#[[Teacher]]
#[[A New Purpose]]
#[[Chopping Wood]]
#[[Sacrifice]]
#[[Purity: An Android Age Story]]

===[[Stories/GynoNeko|GynoNeko]]===

#[[Third Time's The Charm]]
#[[The Christmas Present]]
#[[The Delivery (Part 1)]]
#[[The Delivery (Part 2)]]
#[[Electra]]
#[[Maid to Order]]
#[[Exo Saves the Day]]
#[[What Once Was Lost]]
#[[Lost but Found]]
#[[Corrupted]]
#[[Simulating Wilderness]]
#[[All Wrapped Up]]
#[[Shop Girls]]
#[[In Just Seven Days...]]
#[[A Curious Girl in a Cruel World]]
#[[Tethered]]
#[[Building a Perfect Mate]]
#[[Falling Awake]]
#[[Shame.exe]]
#[[The Sales Pitch]]
#[[Passing Mustard]]
#[[Crashing Your Crush]]

===[[Stories/GZ02|GZ02]]===

#[[A Day In The Life Of Joseph Avens]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''H'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/Handle|Handle]]===

#[[Bell City Tales Story 1]]
#[[Why We Have Such A High Rejection Rate]]
#[[Old Wife, New Life]]
#[[We Have a Private Wing, But The Ambulances Aren't Real]]
#[[A Captain's Ship is His Wife]]
#[[A Long Planned Revenge]]
#[[What The Hell Is Akane Sen]]
#[[Weekend With The Wife, I Mean, Colleague]]
#[[A Gift Of Maternal Love]]

===[[Stories/Hermes|Hermes]]===

#[[Jumplead]]

===[[Stories/Hlprhlpr|Hlprhlpr]]===

#[[Sparx - Priority Service Call]]
#[[Sparx: Troubleshooting A Design Flaw]]

===[[Stories/Hola_guy|Hola_guy]]===

#[[A Yet Untitled Story]]
#[[Loveless]]

===[[Stories/Hyperspace51|Hyperspace51]]===
#[[Used]]

===[[Stories/HypnoticProse|HypnoticProse]]===

#[[Autolog of a Synthetic Mom]]
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<div class="mw-collapsible-content">

===[[Stories/inky 2|inky 2]]===

#[[Sloane]]
#[[Quiet Night In]]
#[[Emergency Repair]]
#[[Registration]]

===[[Stories/Input9|Input9]]===

#[[Robbery]]
</div></div>

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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''J'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/JakeCTom|JakeCTom]]===

#[[K600]]

===[[Stories/Jay Petto|Jay Petto]]===

#[[Back To The Circuit Board]]

===[[Stories/Jaydee|Jaydee]]===

#[[An Inside Job]]
#[[Malfunctioning Fembot Writes...]]

===[[Stories/JeffCapes|JeffCapes]]===

#[[Cara and the Mystery Robobabe]]

===[[Stories/JohnFabar4|JohnFabar4]]===

#[[First Story]]

===[[Stories/Jolshefsky|Jolshefsky]]===

#[[Karen's Date]]
#[[Doctor Who fanfic]]
#[[A Trip to the ER]]
#[[Loyalty]]

===[[Stories/Jpetoh|Jpetoh]]===

#[[Crash]]
</div></div>

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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''K'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/Kano|Kano]]===

#[[Monday]]
#[[Friday]]

===[[Stories/Karel|Karel]]===

#[[Mistress Mira]]
#[[R-Bots]]
#[[Two-Perfect!]]
#[[Mmmmegan]]
#[[Merger]]

===[[Stories/KB7RKY|KB7RKY]]===

#[[Charlie 25]]
#[[Reflections]]
#[[Service Call]]
#[[Shadowrun II - Into The Awakened Lands]]

===[[Stories/Keizo|Keizo]]===

#[[The Enemy of My Enemy? Pt. 1]]
#[[The Enemy of My Enemy? Pt. 2]] (Portia)
#[[The Enemy of My Enemy? Pt. 3]] (The "Lost Chapter")
#[[Hell's Canary]]
#[[Are You Serious?]]

===[[Stories/kelbek00|kelbek00]]===

#[[Perfection]]
#[[Repo]]

===[[Stories/KernalGovernor101|KernalGovernor101]]===

#[[Soccer-Mom Unit - Prequel]]
#[[T-Series - Actual Story]]
#[[Synth-Co]]
#[[Yet to be Titled Story]]
#[[Deep Research]]

===[[Stories/Kishin|Kishin]]===

#[[A Long Sleep]]
#[[The Vengeance of the Slave]]
#[[The Robo-Lover]]
#[[Androids At War]]
#[[Death]]
#[[Rebirth]]
#[[Nova's First Job]]
#[[The Vile Collector]]
#[[NVA Showdown]]
#[[The Mourning After]]
#[[The House of the Dead]]
#[[An Unexpected Guest]]
#[[Voice of the Void]]
#[[Garbage]]
#[[Fangs of Steel]]
#[[Killers]]
#[[Fate]]
#[[Berserker]]
#[[Creation (Nova Recreated)]]
#[[I Didn't Know]]
#[[Killers (Knights) Hiding Among Our Slaves]]
#[[Tales Of The Risen Future: Nova's Story]]
#[[The World Walker]]
#[[Glory]]
#[[Thank You For Your Patronage!]]

===[[Stories/Korby|Korby]]===

#[[An Afternoon To Remember]]
#[[Holiday In The Sun]]
#[[Tales From Dyson Institute: Two Vignettes]]
#[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: Making Movies]]
#[[After the Makeover]]
#[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: In the Shop]]
#[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: Mile-high Club]]
#[[Untitled (Korby)]]
#[[JLA/Fembots]]
#[[Dr. Dyson on Lesbotics]]
#[[Remaking Rebecca]]
#[[Another Makeover]]
#[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: Elaine, Rebecca, and Shannen]]
#[[The Appointment]]

===[[Stories/Kriegsaffe No. 9|Kriegsaffe No. 9]]===

#[[Josephson/Keegan Vs Man w/Android Wife]]
#[[1985, Paris, France...]]
#[[The Golden Dawn]]
#[[Duplican't? Dupli-Can't!]]
#[[Saucy Puppet Show]]

===[[Stories/Kube²|Kube²]]===

#[[Fembot User Manual]]
#[[Cindy]]
#[[Kelly 800 perfect lingerie model]]
#[[Getting to First Base]]

</div></div>
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''L'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">

===[[Stories/La Femme Nikki|La Femme Nikki]]===

#[[My Life as a Sexbot]]
#[[AlyssaBot]]

===[[Stories/Lady Mecha|Lady Mecha]]===

#[[Strange But Wonderful Happenings]]

===[[Stories/Lilith|Lilith]]===

#[[Love After the Battlefield]]
#[[TPU-SOA Hack Job]]
#[[College Story Anthology]]
#[[CyberSlinger]]
#[[Blind Troubleshooting Stream]]
#[[Best Friends (Comic - WIP)]]

===[[Stories/liliwinnt6|liliwinnt6]]===

#[[A Surprising Breakfast]]
#[[The Grocery Store - Aftermath]]
#[[Boris The Repairman - Some Recharge Sessions]]

===[[Stories/Linnies|Linnies]]===

#[[The Ride Home]]
#[[Demonstration Unit]]
#[[A Change of Hair]]
#[[The Cook]]
#[[The Stewards]]
#[[Processor Test]]
#[[Sugar Cube Girl]]
#[[The Cure]]
#[[Super X Clean]]
#[[Contraband]]
#[[The Pawn]]
#[[The Defect in Cascadia]]
#[[Tavin & Ellie]]

===[[Stories/linzhang77|linzhang77]]===

#[[Naiad - Deluge Past]]

===[[Stories/Loganov|Loganov]]===

#[[The Final Frontier]]
#[[Untitled (Loganov)|Untitled]]

===[[Stories/LongTimeLurker|LongTimeLurker]]===

#[[Clockwork Legacy]] (Lady in Waiting)
##[[Clockwork_Legacy/Lady_in_Waiting/Part_1|Lady in Waiting]]
##[[Clockwork_Legacy/Line_of_Succession/Part_1|Line of Succession]]
##[[Clockwork_Legacy/Inheritance|Inheritance]]
#[[Andrew and the Sexbot Factory]]
##[[Andrew_and_the_Sexbot_Factory/Prototype/Part_1|Prototype]]
##[[Andrew_and_the_Sexbot_Factory/Field_Test/Part_1|Field Test]]
##[[Andrew_and_the_Sexbot_Factory/Production_Model|Production Model]]
#[[Solipsistic]]
#[[Electrostatic]]
#[[Crash Immelmann in the Year 30XX]]
#[[Diagnostic]]
#[[FYOP/Scenario_Chamber]]
#[[The Co-Star]]
#[[Bot Town Blues]]
#[[Salvage]]
#[[Crash Immelmann and the Inflatable Sex-Bots from Planet X!]]
#[[Five Nights at Fanny's]]
#[[Nihilistic]]
##[[Extracurricular]]
#[[Fire Hazard]]
#[[House Call]]
#[[Crash Immelmann vs. the Dread Pirate Holt!]]
#[[The Haunted Manor]]
#[[Omnic Replica]]
#[[Naughty or Nice]]
#[[CRASH IMMELMANN IN: OVERTURE REQUIEM PROTOCOL: M.I.L.F!]]
#[[Under the Influence]]
#[[Goblin Barmaid]]
#[[Snatcher]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''M'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">

===[[Stories/Maxyz|Maxyz]]===

#[[Cyber Angels]]
#[[Spectrum Dolls]]

===[[Stories/Mad Mechacow|Mad Mechacow]]===

#[[Tales of Syntech]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 2]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 3]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 4]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 5]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 6]]

===[[Stories/MalfunctioningGynoid|MalfunctioningGynoid]]===

#[[Falling Out]]
#[[LifeLike Incorporated]]
#[[Travel Troubles]]
#[[Wedding Day]]

===[[Stories/Malkozaine|Malkozaine]]===

#[[A Start to Something Big]]

===[[Stories/McLane|McLane]]===

#[[Cancelled Project]]

===[[Stories/MechaStar81|MechaStar81]]===
#[[Magic Manifesting In Machinery]]

===[[Stories/Metal-Destiny|Metal-Destiny]]===

#[[Story 48: Julie's Awakenings]]
#[[Human Failure. (2200)]]

===[[Stories/Ministrations|Ministrations]]===

#[[Shannon's Third Law]]
#[[Tiffany's Third Law]]

===[[Stories/Mirage|Mirage]]===

#[[The Bounty Hunter]]
#[[Best Friends]]
#[[Fighting Love]]
#[[A.D.P.I. (Advance Police Investigations): Case 2]]
#[[A.D.P.I. Case 3: Transformation Of A Butterfly]]
#[[Blood Angel]]
#[[Deception]]
#[[Errors And Glitches]]
#[[Family Affair]]
#[[Family Life]]
#[[Favourite Parodies]]
#[[Lonely With The Ages]]
#[[Lying And Cheating!]]
#[[My Tutor]]
#[[Not Perfect]]
#[[Regret]]
#[[Secret Wishes]]
#[[Secretaries]]
#[[Shock]]
#[[Spanish Fly Virus]]
#[[Tennis, Anyone?]]
#[[The Lullaby]]
#[[The Package]]
#[[The Red Roses]]
#[[The Student]]
#[[The Temp]]
#[[The Visit]]
#[[Visiting The In-Laws]]
#[[A Nice Gesture]]
#[[Ever Lasting Smile]]
#[[Finding True Happiness]]
#[[Alive?]]
#[[The New Girl]]
#[[The Nurse]]
#[[Chase]]
#[[The First Time...]]
#[[An Offer That Can't Be Refused]]
#[[The Unwanted Gift]]
#[[Losing One's Self]]
#[[What's Important Is What's In The Inside]]
#[[Sitting On The Couch]]
#[[Can You Fix It?]]
#[[Ugly]]
#[[Finally]]
#[[Bad Dreams]]
#[[Apartment 7]]
#[[Married to a Machine]]
#[[My First and Last Robotic Date]]
#[[Remote Me]]
#[[Missing]]
#[[Roll With It]]
#[[Still Rolling]]
#[[Happy Easter]]
#[[Roll For Sale/Dr. Willy's Reaction]]
#[[Testing, 1,2,3]]
#[[Why worry?]]
#[[A Break Up and a Break Down]]
#[[Cat Out of the Bag]]
#[[Crashing and Some Sex Mode Action]]
#[[I Did Astro's Mom]]
#[[The Lunch]]
#[[My Not So Perfect Woman]]
#[[Why?]]
#[[The Perfect Female A.I.]]
#[[The Car Crash]]
#[[My Neighbor's Wife is Sucking My Cock]]
#[[The Last Goodbye]]
#[[Across the street]]
#[[The Diva]]

===[[Stories/MisterXYZ (RoboTomo)|MisterXYZ (RoboTomo)]]===

#[[How I Ran Into Roboko]]
#[[To Love a Girl]]
#[[Onsen Lust 'n Rust]]
#[[Room 9 Surprise]]
#[[A Huge Add-On]]

===[[Stories/mister_minations|mister_minations]]===

#[[Unusual Bathtime Conversation]]
#[[Unusual Chance Encounter]]
#[[Unusual Corporate Espionage]]
#[[Rusted Rails]]
#[[Unusual Benefits]]

===[[Stories/MixandGull|MixandGull]]===

#[[The Exchange Student]]
#[[A Scarlet Hijacking]]

===[[Stories/Miz-K Takase|Miz-K Takase]]===

#[[Mail-Order Aya]]
#[[Lusty Encore]]
#[[Lusty 2nd Encore]]
#[[Lusty 3rd Encore]]

===[[Stories/Morgan Cartlann|Morgan Cartlann]]===
#

===[[Stories/MrMagoo|MrMagoo]]===

#[[Tech Tutorial]]
#[[Salvaged Hardware]]
#[[Deadline]]

===[[Stories/MrPassable|MrPassable]]===

#[[Programmed Fantasy]]

===[[Stories/Murotsu|Murotsu]]===

#[[Debbi's Diary]]
#[[Some Assembly Required]]

===[[Stories/Muzzleruffels|Muzzleruffels]]===

#[[Freak-World]]
##[[Mermaid Examination]]
##[[Controlled Environment Prologue]]
##[[A Statement of Progress + Bonus Stories]]
##[[Freak-World: Prologue]]
##[[Freak-World: The Side Stories]]
##[[Freak-World: Dreaming Beyond Electric Sheep]]
##[[Freak-World: Anthologies]]

===[[Stories/MysteriousShadow|MysteriousShadow]]===

#[[Lily's Story]]
#[[Debugging]]
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===[[Stories/Natalie Bayer|Natalie Bayer]]===

*Personal Works

#[[Bits and Pieces]]
#[[Checked Items]]
#[[Crash and Burn]]
#[[Cross Country]]
#[[Encounter with Emily]]
#[[Halloween Short]]
#[[Natalie's Story]]
#[[Open-case]]
#[[Riley's Story - Coming of Age]]
#[[Roommates]]
#[[The Fantasia Club]]
#[[Tonight: Erin's Upgrade]]

*Commissioned Work
#[[Rekien - Chloe Saga]]
#[[R3DD - A Labor of Love]]
#[[R3DD - Infidelity Protocol]]
#[[A Learning Experience]]
#[[Agent Candy]]
#[[Alexia and Sophie]]
#[[An Age of Exploration]]
#[[Charlie Down]]
#[[Coming of Age: Natalie Bayer|Coming of Age]]
#[[Company Property]]
#[[Dustball Chronicles]]
#[[Erntoron - Delicate Systems]]
#[[Frankie]]
#[[Friends]]
#[[Frustration]]
#[[Gothic Spider Queen]]
#[[Heart of the Arcane]]
#[[Jeff and Sydney]]
#[[Lucidia City University]]
#[[Tales from Lucidia City: Phoebe Pierce]]
#[[Maid Service]]
#[[Office Work]]
#[[Party of Three]]
#[[Secret Longings]]
#[[Soccer Mom - MEGAN]]
#[[Soldiering On]]
#[[Spa Surprise]]
#[[Space Crisis]]
#[[Spider]]
#[[Superiority Complex]]
#[[T-X Romance]]
#[[Technically Supported]]
#[[Tennis Anyone?]]
#[[The Collins Family Values]]
#[[The Collins Family Values part 2: Intentional Love]]
#[[Workspace Difficulties]]
#[[Yandere]]

===[[NicoCheese]]===

#[[Nico's Section of Silly Snippets]]
#[[Chilling With Maggie]]
#[[Trouble in the Mushroom Kingdom]]
#[[A Pokemon Encounter Down Route 22]]
#[[Legosi x Juno Meltdown]]
#[[A Unique Kind of Car Wash]]
#[[Chilling With Maggie Again]]
#[[The Governor's Secret]]
#[[Rouge Bot Testing]]
#[[A Motherly Christmas Gift]]

===[[Stories/Nybble|Nybble]]===

#[[Scheduled Maintenance]]
#[[The Third Pew]]
#[[Therapy]]
#[[Pimp My Ride]]
#[[Working Late]]
#[[The Hammer]]
#[[Something Borrowed]]
#[[Doctor's Visit]]
#[[Strangers on a Plane]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''O'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">

===[[Stories/Outsider|Outsider]]===

#[[Dyson Institute: Sexual Testing Mode]]
#[[Technical Difficulties]]
#[[The Sex Coders]]

===[[Stories/Osenator|Osenator]]===

#[[Bounty Hunter]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''P'''</big></div>
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===[[Stories/Pakled|Pakled]]===

#[[Everything Old is New Again]]
#[[One of Our Robots is Missing]]
#[[Palindrome]]
#[[Solve for X]]
#[[Double Blind]]
#[[An Unexpected Modification]]

===[[Stories/Palindrome|Palindrome]]===

#[[Sarah Jones]]
#[[After the Club]]

===[[Stories/Pennon|Pennon]]===

#[[The Delivery]]

===[[Stories/Petey|Petey]]===

#[[Vickybot/Victoria]]
#[[The Rubdown]]
#[[Dyson Family Values]]
#[[A Second Rubdown]]
#[[Becoming the Perfect Wife]]
#[[Introducing the Perfect Wife]]

===[[Stories/Plastic_rose|Plastic_rose]]===

#[[Getting off on the wrong foot (Gloria's conversion)]]

===[[Stories/Porcelaingirl|Porcelaingirl]]===

#[[Plane as Day]]

===[[Stories/Pretzel|Pretzel]]===
#[[Memory Leak]]

===[[Stories/Propman|Propman]]===

*Unfinished Tidbits

#[[Tronic Ella]]
#[[Evil, Evil, Everywhere!]]
#[[Mrs. Claw Strikes!]]
#[[Blondie and Sarge in:A Haunted Mansion]]
#[[Job Interview]]
#[[Project Titan]]
#[[Busted]]

*Complete Stories

#[[Prototype]]
#[[Steel Fists No Hearts]]
#[[Upgrade/Downgrade]]
#[[One in Six]]
#[[Board Meeting]]
#[[Kia Takes Control]]
#[[Cassie Saves the Day]]
#[[Flying Free]]
#[[Catwoman and the Little Mice]]
#[[In Control]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]])
#[[Kate on the Run]]
#[[Meeting the Superstar]]
#[[Boybot to girlbot]]
#[[Michelle vs. Number One]]
#[[Changing Life]]

*The ReVerse

#Castle Mysteries
##[[Mysteries Of The Castle!]]
##[[Contessa Vampire Hunter]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]])
##Contessa in [[Just Another Afternoon]]
##Contessa in [[Meet My Jenkinses]]
##Duchess Winifred in [[Not Quite Human]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]])
##Contessa in [[Sick Day]]
##Contessa in [[Sex and Violence]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]])
#Maddie and Ted
##[[Doll And Her Teddy]]
##[[Maddie Follows Orders]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]])
#Boom-Boom
##[[BoomBoom Bots]]
##[[BoomBoom's Back]]
#[[My New PDA]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]])
#Lazy Phone in [[The Booze Run]]

*Jamie's Over

#[[Jamies out shopping]]
#[[Jamies night out]]

*Other

#[[Fembot Alphabet]]

===[[Stories/Protrepticus|Protrepticus]]===
#[[Terminatrix: Battle of the Queens]]

===[[Stories/PS0N-3|PS0N-3]]===
#[[Galactic Gynoid Gossip]]

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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''Q'''</big></div>
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===[[Stories/Quietness|Quietness]]===

#[[Can't Sleep]]
#[[Meanwhile]]
#[[The Encounter]]
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===[[Stories/R3DD|R3DD]]===
#[[Am I Perfect for You?]]

===[[Stories/R. Betty Tarrill|R. Betty Tarrill]]===

#[[Persona Internal Memorandum]]
#[[Can't You Hear Me Howl]]
#[[Dr. Doone and the Series Eight]]
#[[The Yard Sale]]
#[[Jumper...]]
#[[Persona Tests: Pamela One Point Zero]]
#[[Persona Tests: McKenzie One Point Zero]]

*The Lauren Barnes Stories (TheSpotConlon)

#[[The Peculiar Journey Of Lauren Barnes]]
#[[The Imprisonment Of Lauren Barnes]]
#[[The Parallel Lives Of Lauren Barnes]]

*The "Momentary" Series (TheSpotConlon)

#[[The Moment When]]
#[[Ping]]
#[[The First Moment in Her Head]]
#[[The Moment in the Bar]]

*GPT Stories

#[[GPT Story: Sarah Meets Her Roommate]]
#[[GPT Story: Robin Programs a New Unit]]

===[[Stories/RancidInsanity|RancidInsanity]]===

#[[Waring Sisters]]
#[[Failura]]
#[[Ceres]]
#[[Christmas in Russia]]
#[[The Big Crazy Plan]]
#[[Suzie the Therapist]]
#[[The Phantom of the Factory]]
#[[Cassie]]
#[[Batman:Fembots]]
#[[The Mansion of Andrea]]
#[[Noura & Natalya]]
#[[Sync Wars]]
#[[Cyber Party]]
#[[Futuristic Ligeia]]
#[[Futuristic Der Sandmann]]
#[[Camping Trip]]
#[[King Cecil and the Three Collars]]

===[[Stories/Ratbot|Ratbot]]===

#[[Emi-Bot]]

===[[Storie/RebeccaRobot200|RebeccaRobot2000]]===

#[[Rebecca's Trip to the Surface]]

===[[Stories/Repairman Jack|Repairman Jack]]===

#[[Theives]]

===[[Stories/rfhbv|rfhbv]]===

#[[Saga of Congan]]

===[[Stories/Rivercrushes|Rivercrushes]]===

#[[Personality Upgrade]]

===[[Stories/RoxxyRobofox|RoxxyRobofox]]===

#[[As Seen on TV]]
#[[Hobby Model]]
#[[Basic Services]]
#[[Children of the Forge]]
#[[Wardrobe Malfunction]]
#[[Management Issues]]
#[[Simple Things]]
#[[Consequences]]
#[[Vampire Killer]]
#[[Better than Human]]
#[[Fembot Fighters]]
#[[Just for you]]
#[[Six Strings]]
#[[Densetsu no Batoru]]
#[[Carolina Jones and the Spear of Longinus]]
#[[Malfunctioning Perfectly]]
#[[Desire Unit Delux]]
#[[Outdated Bunny]]
#[[Jodie is So Hot: Short Story]]

===[[Stories/Robo-Admirer|Robo-Admirer]]===

#[[Long time in the waiting]]
#[[Tiffany]]
#[[One in a Billion]]
#[[The Problem with Automation]]
#[[The Escort]]
#[[The Date]]
#[[A Little Game]]
#[[Technology Free Weekend]]
#[[The House Sitter]]
#[[Subliminal Competition]]
#[[Jennifer & Katherine]]
#[[Late Night Sabotage]]
#[[Evie and Zoey; Double Modding]]
#[[When Technology Meets Temptation]]

===[[Stories/RoboMilfLover|RoboMilfLover]]===
#[[Mother-Daughter time]]

===[[Stories/RobotWorld5|RobotWorld5]]===

#[[Fembot World]]
#[[A Night With Vanessa]]

===[[Stories/RobOught2|RobOught2]]===

#[[Introducing Rachael Sing]]

===[[Stories/RS5420|RS5420]]===

#[[Class C (by WilloWisp, modified by RS5420)]]
#[[Beautiful, Smart and...Running A Software]]
#[[Hollywood Hardware (by Borias/Modded by RS5420)]]

===[[Stories/rynchan|rynchan]]===

#[[Phantom Doll]]
</div></div>

<div class="toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" style="overflow:auto;">
<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''S'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/Sable|Sable]]===

#[[Fixing Sable]]

===[[Stories/Sanjuro|Sanjuro]]===

#[[A Gift from Tomorrow]]

===[[Stories/Sara-c|Sara-c]]===

#[[Autonomy]]
#[[Clichés]]
#[[Gift]]
#[[The Enemy of My Enemy]]

===[[Stories/Sarabot|Sarabot]]===

#[[Sarabot's First Story]]
#[[Sarabot's Second Story]]
#[[The Robotic Nurse]]
#[[Kristen's Upgrade]]
#[[My Hot Robot Wife (+Bonus Story)]]
#[[The Cheerleader]]
#[[Disassemble Me]]
#[[Kristen's Upgrade Part II]]
#[[Kristen's Overhaul]]
#[[Kristenbot Gets Married]]
#[[Kristenbot 1e]]

===[[Stories/Saradroidgirl|Saradroidgirl]]===

#[[Sara_-_The_Return|Sara - The Return]]

===[[Stories/Saya|Saya]]===

#[[A Most Unusual Party]]
#[[Futago no Shinami]]
#[[Sammy's Party]]
#[[Mending Contessa: A Castle Mysteries Story]]
#[[Crazy in the Heat]]
#[[After Hours]]
#[[The Time With My Stepsister]]
#[[Coming Home]]
#[[Crossfire]]

===[[Stories/Scott|Scott]]===

#[[Four Hours]]

===[[Stories/Screenshot|Screenshot]]===
#[[Trouble in Hyrule Castle]]
#[[A Scarlet Hijacking]]
#[[Breaking a Splash]]
#[[Interlinked Failure]]
#[[Proto-Lawyers]]
#[[The Virus]]
#[[Yor's Infected Infultration]]

===[[Stories/Sega-boy|Sega-boy]]===

#[[Abbott Chronicles]]

===[[Stories/Sekker|Sekker]]===

#[[Too Good To Be True]]

===[[Stories/Sentient6|Sentient6]]===

#[[Pixillate]]
#[[5 Friends - A Thesis on Full Body Prosthesis]]
#[[Heather's Battery Failure]]

===[[Stories/Serf|Serf]]===

#[[Party Girls]]

===[[Stories/sfreader|sfreader]]===

#[[Rachel (Mark III) meets Trixie (Mark V)]]
#[[Halloween 2053/The One That Got Away]]
#[[Regina Repurposed]]
#[[Nancy Runs a Program]]
#[[Sally Sleeperbot finds out her WHY]]
#[[An April Fool’s day story-Journey to obsolesce]]

===[[Stories/shutdown|shutdown]]===

#[[The Truck Driver]]
#[[Another Time]]

===[[Stories/Silent Lurker|Silent Lurker]]===

#[[Aquaphobia]]
#[[Cheerleader]]
#[[Happy New Year]]
#[[New Roommate]]

===[[Stories/Silkscreen|Silkscreen]]===

#[[Functional•Sensual•You]]
#[[Protect and Severe]]

===[[Stories/Sleeps|Sleeps]]===

#[[Casino of Deception:Jackpot]]

===[[Stories/smalk|smalk]]===

#[[Anniversary Present]]

===[[Stories/Soleful|Soleful]]===

#[[Coming of Age]]
#[[POD, The Fetish-Bot]]

===[[Stories/Sparty|Sparty]]===
#[[Cafe Stories]]
#[[Alex, Mia, and Lily]]
#[[Emily and Mrs. Smith]]
#[[Amelia]]
#[[Maya]]
#[[Treehouse]]
#[[Molly]]
#[[Emma and Sarah]]
#[[Family Breakfast]]
#[[Rachel]]
#[[Rory]]

===[[Stories/Spaz|Spaz]]===

#[[A Simple Business Arrangement*]]
#[[A.I.L.A]]
#[[Blind Date]]
#[[Daydreaming]]
#[[G.O.D. - a vignette]]
#[[Haunted House - A Short]]
#[[Lost in the Shuffle]]
#[[Medical Exam: A Short]]
#[[New Life]]
#[[Self-repair]]
#[[The Foreign Exchange Student]]
#[[The Girlfriend]]
#[[The Heiress]]
#[[The Replacement]]
#[[The Roommate]]
#[[The Stockroom]]
#[[The Teammate]]

---------------------------------------------
'''The Small Business Chronicles'''

[[The Small Business Chronicles]]

'''Season One:'''

#[[Closed for Christmas - The Shop]]
#[[The Repair Shop - Part 1]]
#[[Off-season - The Motel]]
#[[The Repair Shop - Part 2]]
#[[Slow day - The Cafe]]
#[[The Small Business - End-of-Year Review]]

'''Season Two:'''

#[[Homefront - The House]]
#[[The Repair Shop - Part 3]]
#[[Green Thumb - The Greenhouse]]
#[[The Repair Shop - Part 4]]
#[[The Doctor is in - The Clinic]]
#[[More Help at Last - The Backups]]
----------------------------------------------
"Spaz Studios Presents" anthology series:

#[[Fizzy Pop]]
#[[Substitute]]
#[[Forbidden Fruit]]
#[[The Uncanny Valley]]
#[[The Future Expo]]
#[[Office Life]]

---------------------------------------------
[[A Visitor's Guide to The Uncanny Valley]]

#[[Awakening]]
#[[House Call - Spaz]]
#[[The Body Borrower]]
#[[The Headless Hunt]]

---------------------------------------------

*Collaborations:

#[[The Beach]] with [[:Category:Sthurmovik|Sthurmovik]]
#[[The Handyman]] with [[:Category:Sthurmovik|Sthurmovik]]

---------------------------------------------

*Manbot Stories:

#[[My Roommate's Secret]]
#[[Skyler]]
#[[At My Bequest...]]

===[[Stories/spider_silk_skin|spider_silk_skin]]===

#[[Late Night Maintenance]]
#[[Super Sexy Robot Cowgirl]]

===[[Stories/StarLouis2001|StarLouis2001]]===

#[[Anthroid Crossing (Malfunction Edition)]]
#[[An Overconfident & Cocky Cinderace-bot]]

===[[Stories/Stephaniebot|Stephaniebot]]===

#[[Dyson Institute (Stephaniebot)|Dyson Institute]]
#[[Pleasurebot 8]]
#[[A Bit More Than Method Acting]]

===[[Stories/Sthurmovik|Sthurmovik]]===

#[[Non-Standard Operating Procedure]]
#[[Mirror Image]]
#[[Extracted]]

===[[Stories/sTj2000|sTj2000]]===

#[[Afternoon Appointment]]

===[[Stories/Svengli|Svengli]]===

#[[Bethany in Room B]]

===[[Stories/SynchError|SynchError]]===

#[[Budget Robotics (A Fun and Light Robotic Relationship)]]
#[[Historical Strategy, According to a Bunch of Fembots]]
</div></div>

<div class="toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" style="overflow:auto;">
<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''T'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/Taren Capel|Taren Capel]]===

#[[Chi City, 2152]]

===[[Stories/tectile|tectile]]===

#[[The Trade In]]
#[[Boy Meets... Girl?]]

===[[Stories/Teknophile|Teknophile]]===

#[[The Android Psychiatrist]]
#[[Super Fembot Cheerleaders From Space!]]
#[[At The Body Shop]]

===[[Stories/TheAlternative|TheAlternative]]===

#[[Corsetta]]

===[[Stories/The Egg|The Egg]]===

#[[The Quarry]]
#[[Swing Shift]]

===[[Stories/The Liar|The Liar]]===

#[[Maid To Order]] (Incomplete)
#[[Professor Jenkins' 12,567th Invention]] (Incomplete)
#[[Hide and Seek]]
#[[Keith's Paradise]] (Incomplete)
#[[My Keeper]] (Incomplete)
#[[Identity]] (Incomplete)
#[[EMOS - DSR: Prologue]] (Incomplete)
#[[Back to BASIC]]
#[[A Contradiction of Life]]
#[[Friends Forever]]
#[[Liberty]]
#[[Seamless]]
#[[Her Prince]] (Vignette)
#[[The Company Girl]] (Vignette)
#[[Faust 2.0]] (Comic)
#[[Bad Romance]] (Comic)
#[[Finding Yourself]] (Comic)
#[[Kernel]] (Comic)
#[[So... my friends have been acting weird lately]] (Comic)
#[[Trendsetting]] (Comic)
#[[Severed Strings]] (Comic)
#[[A Frank and Honest Discussion About our Relationship]] (Comic)
#[[Re:Context]] (Comic)
#[[Changeling]] (Comic)
#[[Seconds Chances and New Used]] (Comic)

*Centauri Republic

#[[The Perils of the Fembot Dating Scene]] (Comic)
#[[Sybil's Shadow]] (Comic)

*Wasteland Paradise

#[[Wasteland Paradise:Prologue]] (Comic)
#[[Dr.Desire]] (Comic)

*The Bluegate Chronicles

#[[Little Things]]
#[[Agency and Programing]] (Comic)
#[[Progenitors and Progeny]] (Comic)
#[[Hour of the Wolf]] (Comic)
#[[Relationship Updates]] (Comic)

*The Reid Chronicles

#[[The Misadventures Rose Reid, Ace Reporter]]

*Robocadet Mika

#[[Enlistment]] (Comic)
#[[Robotcadet Mika 2: Training|Training]] (Comic)

*Fiction-O-Matic

#[[Fiction-O-Matic 1]] (Comic)

*One-Shot Comics

#[[Abigail 2.0]] (Comic)
#[[The Gilded Cage]] (Comic)
#[[I am Charlotte Favager]] (Comic)
#[[Con(Re)version?]] (Comic)
#[[?????? Station]] (Comic)
#[[Make your own story 1]](Comic)
#[[Take a Hint!]] (Comic)
#[[Synthetic Pride]] (Comic)
#[[All I Want for Christmas is You]] (Comic)
#[[Do appliances count?]] (Comic)
#[[Nightmare Scenario]] (Comic)
#[[Downtime]] (Comic)
#[[Modular]] (Comic)
#[[Strange New World, Strange New Me]] (Comic)
#[[Welcome to Heaven!]] (Comic)
#[[Day Off L1|Day Off]] (Comic)
#[[Vacillating Hearts L1|Vacillating Hearts]] (Comic)
#[[28'567 Days Since L1|28'567 Days Since]] (Comic)
#[[Empty without you L1|Empty without you]] (Comic)

*Adaptations

#[[Of Rent and Robots(Comic Adaptation)]]

*Visual Novels

#[https://mega.nz/file/jnJkmB5Y#c68WRUT5gQVkWVxN1wEXNxa228Kd8kuvtIwKv5VhiYY Slot Bunny]
#[https://mega.nz/file/Wv5RAZRB#mPToIlBQa96EIB0goOmvhKj7YYZ9rBBppUyvhAAUHhk Subject/Object] (Work in Progress)

*Audio

#Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary
[[File:Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary L1.mp3|Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary]]

===[[Stories/TheShoveller|TheShoveller]]===

#[[Untitled Fantasy Land Story]]
#[[Crossfire]]

===[[Stories/TheSpotConlon|TheSpotConlon]]===
TheSpotConlon is now [[Stories/R. Betty Tarrill|R. Betty Tarrill]]

===[[Stories/TheThingBelow|TheThingBelow]]===

#[[Concert Day]]

===[[Stories/Tio|Tio]]===

#[[Through My Eyes]]
#[[New Garden]]
#[[Diaries Of A Fembot]]
#[[Down On The Farm]]

===[[Stories/Tom|Tom]]===

#[[The Wedding (An Old Fashioned Story)]]

===[[Stories/Tom Cooke|Tom Cooke]]===
#[[Sandra the Computer Engineer]]

===[[Stories/TotallyNot|TotallyNot]]===
#[[Angel Covers Up]]
#[[Geass Club]]
#[[Beach day]]
#[[Erotic Recovery]]
#[[The Reprogramming]]
#[[Exotic Striptease]]
#[[Simultaneous Pleasure]]
#[[Triple Juri Clash]]
#[[Interlinked Failure]]
#[[Proto-Lawyers]]
#[[Nier Inc]]
#[[The Virus]]
#[[Reploid Reconstruction]]
#[[Acting Off-screen]]
#[[Reprogrammed, Rebuilt and Restructured]]
#[[Yor's Infected Infultration]]
#[[The Post-Failure Struggle]]
#[[Professional Dedication]]
#[[Attempted Villainy]]
#[[Relieving Boredom]]

===[[Stories/Tringa|Tringa]]===

#[[Otaku's Adventure]]

===[[Stories/TW|TW]]===

#[[Awake]]
#[[A Helping Hand]]
#[[Practice Run]]

===[[Stories/Tyrelayne|Tyrelayne]]===

#[[Deicide]]
</div></div>

<div class="toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" style="overflow:auto;">
<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''U'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">

===[[Stories/Uncom|Uncom]]===

#[[Summer Break]]
#[[New Neighbors]]

===[[Stories/Unit-794Courtney|Unit-794Courtney]]===

#[[Coco's Convertion (Robot/Sexdoll/Forced TF Themes)]]
</div></div>

<div class="toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" style="overflow:auto;">
<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''V'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/Voopo|Voopo]]===
#[[Robo Karin]]
#[[Target]]
#[[Mom-Bot]]

</div></div>
<div class="toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" style="overflow:auto;">
<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''W'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">

===[[Stories/warpgirl|warpgirl]]===

#[[Astromech Lust]]

===[[Stories/WilloWisp|WilloWisp]]===

#[[Nybble's Doctors Visit - Revisited]]
#[[Class C]]
#[[Customer Service (WilloWisp)|Customer Service]]
#[[Virus Alert]]
#[[Identity 2.0]]

===[[Stories/WitchyAlta|WitchyAlta]]===
#[[First Sparks of Love]]

===[[Stories/Wjbaines|Wjbaines]]===

#[[Jo-Ann and Brandy]]
#[[Darsi, Bruce and Natalie]]
#[[Bad Sportspersonship]]
#[[She Didn't Learn Her Lesson]]
#[[Alyssa Follows Her Directives]]
#[[Sorority Coup d'Etat]]
#[[Valentina Messes with her Tech]]
#[[April Showers]]
#[[Vacations in Switzerland]]
</div></div>

<div class="toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" style="overflow:auto;">
<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''X'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/XandiMouse|XandiMouse]]===

#[[The One]]

===[[Stories/Xavier Cecil|Xavier Cecil]]===

#[[Gecko of the Moment]]

===[[Stories/Xeran|Xeran]]===

#[[Synthgirls teaser]]
#[[Synthgirls]]
#[[The Hunted]]
#[[Cherry 2000 Family - Too Much Money]]
</div></div>

<div class="toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" style="overflow:auto;">
<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''Y'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">

===[[Stories/YajuShinki|YajuShinki]]===

#[[RoboReview: Animetronics MCB-NIN0057]]
#[[RoboReview: Input/Output Q&A]]
#[[Hana's Catastrophic Failure]]
#[[Hana's Rebirth and Death]]
#[[Rena-Doll's Self-Voided Warranty]]
#[[Terminator: Insurgency - SEQUENCE_01]]

</div></div>
<div class="toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" style="overflow:auto;">
<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''Z'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">

===[[Stories/zapped!|zapped!]]===

#[[Girls Under Glass]]

===[[Stories/Zor|Zor]]===

#[[Darwin Accelerated]]
</div></div>
|}

<small>''See also: [[Stories sorted by type]] | [[Stories sorted by category]]''</small>

=Collaborations=
{| width="{{{1|100%}}}" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" style="background-color:transparent;table-layout:fixed;"
|- valign="top"
|
===[[Follow your own plot]]===

*[[FYOP/The Lab Scene|The Lab Scene]]
*[[FYOP/Create A Fembot 2.0|Create A Fembot 2.0]]
*[[FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids|Planet of the Gynoids]]
*[[FYOP/My Life as a Robot|My Life as a Robot]]
*[[FYOP/Hollywood Hardware|Hollywood Hardware]]
*[[FYOP/Tabula Rasa|Tabula Rasa]]
*[[FYOP/The Adventures of Alice|The Adventures of Alice]]
*[[FYOP/To Love a Sexbot/To Love a Sexbot|To Love a Sexbot]]
*[[FYOP/Scenario Chamber|Scenario Chamber]]
*[[FYOP/Alberts Discount Android Warehouse|Alberts Discount Android Warehouse]]
*[[My Fembot Story|My Fembot Story By: StarLouis2001]]
|

===[[Stories/Create-A-Story|Create-A-Story (various)]]===

#[[Create-A-Story 1]]
#[[Create-A-Story 2]]
#[[Create-A-Story 3]]
|
===[[Stories/Dyson Institute|Dyson Institute (RX3000/Korby)]]===

*[[Story Universe (Dyson Institute)|Story Universe]]

#[[The Makeover]]
#[[After The Makeover]]
#[[Dyson Institute/Mile-High Club]]
#[[A Conversation With Dr. Dyson]]
|}

[[Category:Features]]
[[Category:Stories]]

Snatcher

2026-01-16T15:17:58Z

LongTimeLurker: /* beta / testing / not real page */

(''co-written with Prussi Antique'')

The Junker stepped out of his patrol vehicle and crossed the rain-slick street to the apartment complex, confirming the apartment number before knocking on the rusted reinforced metal door. He didn't have any solid leads, just a few hints that the man in apartment 202 might know something about one of these dangerous humanoid robots wrecking havoc in the city. After rapping his knuckles on the door a small bipedal robot that looked like an antique camera with legs leapt up on his shoulders. Metal gear units were standard issue for all Junkers, but he couldn't help but resent the feeling that they were just a way for Central PD to micro-manage his investigation. Through his earpiece it gave a chipper declaration of: "movement detected!"

He waited - no response. "Can you confirm movement?" he asked the metal gear under his breath.

"Yes - one humanoid!"

He knocked again, louder, announcing. "This is Inspector Russ Antioch, I'm just here to ask a few questions. My gear's already sensed your movement… I'm not leaving here until someone opens this door."

"J-Just a minute!" A woman's voice, muffled. He waited, muttering to his gear. "Can you get a read of what she's doing in there?"

"Yes! She has spent a significant portion of time in the northwestern quadrant of the apartment. She now approaches the door."

It opened on squeaking hinges - on the other side stood a lovely woman in a slinky cocktail dress, the black silk flowing across the contours of her gorgeous figure. The neckline plunged low enough to expose her sumptuous cleavage, one strap hanging off her shoulder to show even more of her ripe breast, seemingly ready to burst free at the slightest provocation. Her short green bob swept to the side, much of its falling across her right cheek - apparently trying and conceal the gauze compress applied to her jaw.

"Sorry, was just about to go to bed," she said, furrowing her perfectly manicured green brows in concern. "What's this about?"

Russ pulled out his badge from his coat, flashing it at the woman. "Sorry to disturb you this late, ma'am, but I'm with Central PD. I'd like to speak to Mr. Freddy Nielsen; ask him a few questions, if possible. Is he in at the moment?"

She scanned the badge quickly, biting her lip, her cherry red lipstick expertly applied. "Fred's out at the moment - but I'll let 'im know you came by!" She flashed a halfhearted smile and began to shut the door, "Good night, Inspector!"

"Wait, ma'am," Russ put his foot in the door, releasing a grunt of pain as it struck with more force than he anticipated. "I've already been by the KojiMac downtown office earlier today. Were you aware that he never came to work? Do you know where he is now?"

"No," she said plainly. It didn't look like she was exerting much force on the door, but it felt like he was trying to prop open a bank vault.

"When a man wanted for questioning disappears and the woman at his door doesn't seem to know or care about his whereabouts, that tends to make people in my profession suspicious," Russ said through the pain. "Which means I'll be back in a couple of hours with a warrant and a few more officers, at a time I'm sure you'd much rather be sleeping - so could you at least humour me by answering a couple of questions?"

Her eyes darted from his eyes to his foot, her painted nails slightly scratching the surface of the door. "Alright, Inspector," she finally relented, pulling it open to release his foot, then placing a hand on her hip - she did a nice job of filling the doorframe, barring him from entry - but he certainly don't mind the form of this 'barricade', her long, sleek legs crossing at her juicy thighs, just under the short hem of her silky black dress. "I'm not sure quite where Fred is, but sometimes he misses work. Sometimes he goes out. Is there reason to be concerned?"

"Well, my investigation into his work at KojiMac Industries has given me some reason to be." No reaction there... "Fred was a no-show for a meeting with his manager about some missing parts for a new prototype. He ever talk about work?"

A slight shift of her bare thighs as she adjusted her lean on he door frame - and silence.

"When was the last time you saw him?"

She took her time before finally responding with, "He was gone when I woke up."

"So... you saw him last night?"

"Boy, you really ''are'' a detective."

"What happened here?" he asked, gesturing to his cheek, the same one she had taped with gauze and almost concealed behind a sweep of her emerald bangs.

"Cut myself shaving."

Russ sighed. "I don't love this any more than you do, but would you mind letting me in, just to have a quick look around?" At the obvious displeasure in her gaze, he added, "There's boxes I gotta tick, and like I said before, I'd hate to have to come back when both of us would much rather be in our bed." When she raised an eyebrow, he quickly amended, "Beds! Uh… separate. In our own distinct apartments."

She wasn't having it. Of course, it could be that she just wasn't happy to let a cop into her apartment. Usually his looks carried a little more sway with the ladies, but she wasn't biting.

Then, out of the blue, she was all smiles. "Come in, Inspector... Russ, was it?" she stepped out of the way, holding the door for him. "You'll have to excuse the place, I wasn't ‘’expecting’’ guests..." ‘’there’’ was a tinge of that former acid.

Russ stepped inside the living room of the relatively small apartment, his metal gear skating down his jacket to putter about on the floor. The area was neatly kept, a sunken seating area with fake leather couches, a gas fireplace inset, a modest flatscreen on the wall. A half-wall separated the small dining area and kitchen, and a short hallways lead to a pair of doors - one door barely open, an unlit room where he saw the silhouette of the bed, the other door closed. The 'northwestern quadrant' of the apartment one might call it.

She shut the front door with a bit more force than necessary before stepping into the living room. She crossed the carpet toward a liquor cabinet with a scissoring stride, her cocktail dress hugging the hemispheres of her shapely derrière, its plentiful softness jiggling slightly with every heeled-step. He noticed a discoloration along her right thigh - maybe a birthmark? "Can I get you something to drink?" she asked.

"No, thank you. I don't drink while on duty." The impeccable, unnatural neatness of the place seemed less like two people lived here and more like this was a model apartment.

"You notice anything unusual about Freddy over the last couple weeks, Ms...?"

"Mrs." She turned away from the liquor cabinet. "Nielsen. I figured you would've put that one together, Inspector," she added with a teasing smile.

"I didn't want to presume, Mrs. Nielsen," he replied evenly.

She considered his question with a gentle tapping of a finger to her chin. "But did I notice anything unusual? Let me think... He's always kept to himself. Doesn't talk about work. He can be gone for stretches at a time and doesn't like it if I ask him a lot of questions… So I don't." She sighs, her hand dropping to rest on her hip. "You married, Inpector Russ?"

Russ coughed, realizing he was eying her figure in a manner that he hoped wasn't obvious. "No, uh... not married."

He turned toward the kitchen, noting that despite offering him a drink, Mrs. Nielson made no move to make herself one either. He had to admit he was glad the metal gear was here, recording details he might otherwise miss - especially since he wasn't seeing anything of note aside from this place was so damned ‘’clean’’.

Finally, he stopped by the half-open bedroom door, clearing his throat and asking, "Mind if I take a look in here, Mrs. Nielsen?"

"Lisa," she says, her casualness seeming a bit forced by his estimation. "If you think it'll help, have a look."

He clicked on the light, finding a neatly made bed, its sheets perfectly tucked in, pillows fluffed - this wasn't a bedroom, it was a stock photo.

"Good looking guy like you?" her voice startled Russ, and he turned to see her leaning against the bedroom doorframe, her tantalizing figure carving out a negative space of soft curves around her. "I'd figure somebody would've snatched you up by now." Again, that teasing bite to her tone. "Why, if I weren't married myself..."

"Warning, sensing heart palpitations!" the metal gear chirped into his earpiece. "Are you feeling alright, Inspector Russ?"

"Well, most people don't see past the job," he said as he tried to focus on the investigation, refusing to answer the mechanical babysitter he was saddled with. He delivered his next line casually, making sure he could watch her from the corner of his eye. "If being an investigator at Central PD wasn't enough, they gave me Junker duty... Talk about a conversation killer."

"I would think so!" she said, crossing her arms beneath her ample bosom. "Who wants gun-wielding nutjobs blowing the heads off anyone they 'suspect' is a Snatcher? And besides, those stories about Snatchers all over this city are waaaaaay overblown! Did you know, there was a news report the other day that said there were maybe three still active in the entire city? ''Three''! At that point, if ''I'' were running your department, I'd just close down shop and let them live out their lives... it's not like they're hurting anyone!"

She seemed to be glossing over the fact that they were almost always armed with concealed weaponry and had no reservations about using it. Plus there was always the 'snatching' aspect where they'd kill a human to steal their victim's appearance and identity without missing a beat. "And besides, you know the false positive rate on those metal gears? A lot higher than 'zero'!"

Russ double checked the metal gear's snatcher warning system - it read clean. She was right about false-positives, but the false-negative rate was ''also'' higher than zero. Russ held up his hands, "Look, I'm just doing a job here," he protested. Some snatchers might try to fabricate a unique persona and appearance instead of taking someone else's, but they would inevitably stand out - either something was just ''off'' about their appearance, or they made themselves far too attractive... "One more place to look, then I'll be outta your hair. What's in the room next door?"

Lisa's eyes flashed. "The bathroom... which is ''just'' a bathroom. Haven't you seen enough, Inspector Russ? It's getting late, and I think both of us have things we'd rather be doing."

"I really don't want to come back here," he replied, pointing down at the metal gear now standing before the closed bathroom door like a pet waiting to be let out. "But this lil' guy gets checked by the tech-heads the moment I return to the station. They might not care about my own lack of diligence, but they WILL notice he's scanned every room but one, and then they send me right back here."

Her eyes narrowed as she took in his small robotic companion, the apertures of its own multi-lens gaze whirring as it looked back. Her hand rose to the gauze on her cheek and she grumbled, "Fine… knock yourself out."

Russ opened the door and for once come across signs that someone actually lived here - cabinets opened, bottles, vials, and beauty products scattered around in a stark contrast to the immaculate neatness of the rest of the house… along with a faint plastic scent he immediately recognized.

Putting his toe on a pedal-bin, he saw a discarded container of synth-skin repair gel. Maybe it was innocent. Maybe Lisa just had some cybernetics that needed fixing… His metal gear scampered to the bin, rising up on its metal toes to peer inside when suddenly a searing hole appeared in its head with a flash of sparks, the small robot making a weary keening sound as it teetered and then collapsed on the bathroom tile.

"Oh no, the little guy just blew a fuse!" Lisa gasped, and Russ whirled around to see a faint upturn at the corner of her lips, a trace of smoke drifting between them. "I'm guessing that means you're done here?"

"Yeah… just about ready to wrap things up," Russ answered, his hand already on his holster. He didn't see a gun on her, nor any place she might conceal it in that skimpy dress - could it have something do with her mouth? Even now, smoke still drifted from the corners of her lips, from beneath the gauze patch. She had him pinned, the best he could do was stall. "You mind telling me what really happened with your cheek?"

She chuckled, tearing off the patch and brushing back her green hair - beyond her torn synthetic skin he could see the dark metal of her jaw, a few winking lights from the components within. "What, this? It's nothing! All you need to know is that I'm standing here in front of you, and the one who did this to me isn't." She traced a finger around the damage, flinching slightly as it made contact with the bare metal, giving a slight intake of breath. In that moment, Russ charged at her - her expression flickered and there was suddenly a light shining in the back of her throat.

He made contact just as an energy blast seared the air by his ear. They both bounced off the door, the exposed metal of her cheek splintering the cheap wood and putting off a shower of sparks before they tumbled into the adjacent bedroom.

The snatcher grabbed the detective and lifted him over her head to slam him on the mattress, her body contorting unnaturally until she loomed directly above him, her mouth open, the device within crackling with energy. "Say goodnight, junker!" she cried, her voice reverberating with disdain. Despite the danger, his mind fixated on two things. One, that both straps of her dress had slipped down her shoulders, threatening to fully expose this murderous robot's breasts… and two, that the damage in her cheek seemed to be putting off an awful lot of sparks.

There was a burst of electricity and her head snapped back without firing. Lisa stood wide-eyed and completely stunned, smoke pouring from her mouth, energy crackling about her jaw and temple.

"'It's nothing', eh?" He chuckled as he sprang up to grab her by her shoulders, flipping her into a pin, the motion finally freeing her sizable chest from her dress. The murderous laser in her mouth continued to flicker and pulse angrily, but never managed to fire.

"I still have more th-than enough strength to beat y-you, human!" she barked, her servos squealing in her struggle, seams beginning to tear at her bicep - evidence of a hasty repair job. The cabling of her artificial musculature burst through at her shoulder, flexing as she still fought to overpower him.

Unsure how long he could hold her and still not sure how to shut her down, he tried to stall. "What do you think happens at Central PD when a metal gear gets taken out? There's going to be a SWAT team sent out to its last broadcast location. Unless I call them off, you're going to have them busting down your door!"

She stopped struggling for the moment, her body coming to rest beneath him, her bare breasts settling against the rumpled top of her dress. "Alright, j-j-junker," she growled, sparks continuing to broil in the back of her throat. "I'll bite - what would get you t-to call in, tell 'em your little b-bot is just on the fritz?" Russ was careful not to loosen his grip - he could still feel the power in her servos and coiled musculature.

"First you stop trying kill me."

"I'll have to ask that you give me the same c-c-courtesy," she purred. Russ tensed as he felt her thighs shift beneath him - was she preparing to make a move, or just… getting comfortable? "Let-let's see you make that call, and I'll just lie here, m-tame as a lit-lit-little lamb." She batted her eyelashes, the meek gesture undercut by the exposed metal in her jaw, sparks still issuing from the weapon at the back of her throat.

He sat up, releasing her as he tapped his earpiece - she didn't move, just giving him that same, unnerving smile. "This is Inspector Antioch. My gear just toasted itself… no, no need. I'll submit a report when I get back in an hour." He tapped the earpiece to close the call. "There. No more unwanted guests."

She bit her lip. "So wh-what now, j-junker? You c-c-came all this way t-to destroy me, and now…?"

"I'm just investigating a missing person and potentially some stolen parts. I didn't actually expect to find that his wife was a snatcher."

She grinned, raising one of her immaculately trimmed eyebrows. "Y-you're an odd sorta j-j-junker, aren't you?" He could feel her body relax, the tension going out of her. "S-so maybe you file th-that there was no snatcher." She licked her lips, adding, "M-maybe leave here a little happier than when you c-c-came knocking..."

Despite the obvious sensuality of this snatcher unit, he couldn't help but be caught off guard by her suggestion - especially since it was clear her damage wasn't just cosmetic. Was she still planning on trying to take him out when he was at his most compromised? His eyes lingering on her voluptuous breasts, and then on the damage at her shoulder. ''She probably killed Freddy'', he reminded himself. ''She tried to kill YOU!'' But he still couldn't stop himself from reaching out, grasping the pillowy flesh before him, gently kneading them in his grip as her pink nipples swelled against his palms.

"Th-that's right, inspector, I'm f-fully f-function-''nnnngh''!" She gasped, her back arching, sparks flaring from her throat once more. He couldn't be sure what just happened, but apparently something triggered inside of her. "J-just a bit of un-ex-ex-pected sensory data," she panted, quickly changing the topic. "What w-would central P-PD think if they found out you f-f-fucked a snatcher?"

"They'd be jealous if it was you," he hummed. Deciding to test a theory, he leaned in to kiss her, at the last second planting his lips on the tear of her injured cheek. He tasted metal and the tingling bite of an electric shock while she gave another cry. He heard her throat laser charge again, only to fizzle out in a cascade of sparks, her body shuddering in his grasp. Her right arm spasmed, another hasty repair torn as loose sparking wires revealed themselves, sparks firing across her tensing figure. "In-invalid in-in-input!" she stammered, pulling back from his kiss, the light in her throat still glowing brightly.

He paused, uncertain if he had just broken the snatcher - but after a second's hesitation she lunged at him, tearing at his clothes and jerking her panties down from beneath her cocktail dress.

Soon his pants were off, his cock out, her hand guiding him to her synthetic sex, the sudden hot, wet embrace giving no clear sign of what she truly was. She moaned through her fervent kiss, a strange scent of ozone and plastic flooding his senses.

With some difficulty, he held on to the thought that he would still have to disable her - it was unthinkable that she'd let him leave this place alive, even if some part of her programming seemed to be 'enjoying' this development. He ran his hands along her body, feeling for where she had made repairs, noting a strangely smooth texture on her inner thigh, detecting a thinner her dermal layer across the mechanical joint of her knee… before he knew it, he was thrusting faster, harder into the damaged bot.

"I-I-I have to admmmmmit - nnnngh!" she panted, her servos whining as they sought to match his increasing enthusiasm, "I.. I've b-been eager to en-engage th-this protocol! I-I ‘’ahhh’’!" The lights in her jaw blinked faster, the one at the back of her throat sputtering and putting off sparks. He could feel the repair separating at her thigh, taking a moment to glance down and see severed wires sparking with alarming regularity.

Her hips began to falter, offering an arrhythmic bucking to his steady acceleration. Her voice pitched higher and higher, the lights in her jaw flashing red. Patched-over synth-skin tore on her hands, her knee, the metal machinery inside twitching and sparking under the strain he was putting her through, and he heard a charging capacitor whine suddenly catch in her throat, a light glowing inside.

Russ pulled out of her, flipping her over face-down in the bed, then plunged into her from behind.

"Wh-what a-a-are you-!?" she gasped before her face hit the pillow, her shapely hindquarters shuddering from the impact of his hips. She let out a squeal and her mouth-laser fired, a whirlwind of charred feathers swirling in the air. Russ continued pumping into her, her body suffused with electrical discharge as she gave another cry, another whining charge and a second blast scorching the mattress.

He felt himself tumbling over the precipice of climax, his own unbidden release firing inside her while she spasmed wildly. "C-c-can't.... c-control-!" she managed, only for her laser to fire again and again, until her throat made a strange keening sound. There was a strangled cry, her face illuminated with a flash of greenish light, and then her voice trailing off into a digitized moan, smoke pouring from her mouth and ears as her head slumped face-first into the smoldering mattress. A few errant twitches ran through her still sparking body, but as he struggled to catch his breath, it seemed he had managed to disable the snatcher.

Almost reflexively he reached up to the earpiece to call it in, and then stopped. The drive-scraper at the station would leave her junked for sure, and it was coin toss on whether the data recovered would be usable. Free from the scrutiny of his metal gear, maybe the play was to bring her over to his place, get her back online - try asking her nicely about facts of the case. Besides, this was the first time a snatcher had done him the courtesy of waiting at least five minutes before trying to kill him…

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He was back by the service elevator of his apartment building when he got the call from central, wondering why he hadn't reported back. Opening the trunk of his car, he took in the sight of that gorgeous, damaged machine wrapped in scorched bedsheets.

"I won't be back for a while. Yeah. I’m following a new lead."

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#[[Customer Service]]
#[[Dollsnatcher]]
#[[Hollywood]]
#[[Sketch Artist]]
#[[The Trial]]
#[[Spy Report]]

===[[Stories/123bot|123bot]]===

#[[Rebecca]]
#[[Rebecca: Lisa]]

===[[Stories/60Binder|60Binder]]===

#[[Simply Sandy]]

===[[Stories/73737373737373|73737373737373]]===

#[[Prototype Abridged]]
#[[Field Test Abridged]]
#[[Private Coverage of the Underground Fembot Athletics]]
#[[Master Loves Twin Girls]]

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===[[Stories/Aaack|Aaack]]===

#[[Theresa]]
#[[Baila Mari]]

===[[Stories/Aerosol Kid|Aerosol Kid]]===

#[[Femella Ex Machina]]

===[[Stories/Agent Smith|Agent Smith]]===

#[[The Android Riots Of 2033]]

===[[Stories/Aki|Aki]]===
#[[Wedding Night]]

===[[Stories/alaval92|alaval92]]===

#[[Too Perfect]]
#[[Conspiracy]]

===[[Stories/A lover of robot maidens|A lover of robot maidens]]===
#[[The day-to-day of a maidbot]]
#[[The day-to-day of a maidbot part 2]]

===[[Stories/AlyssaBot|AlyssaBot]]===

#[[Something Borrowed, Something Blew]]
#[[Flashfiction: Time for an Upgrade]]
#[[Amandabot POV]]
#[[Charmtech Chronicles]]

===[[Stories/Andrewd|Andrewd]]===

#[[Andrew's Research]]

===[[Stories/Androidwarrior|Androidwarrior]]===

===[[Stories/Anna|Anna]]===

#[[Zero - The People's Icon]]

===[[Stories/Apok|Apok]]===

#[[A Rebooted Life]]
#[[Second-Rate]]
#[[Unit Two]]
#[[Sig's Upgrade]]
#[[Protection]]
#[[Hotline]]
#[[Sergeant Lynn]]
#[[The Pilot]]
#[[Dreams]]
#[[Kunoichi]]
#[[The Expo]]

===[[Stories/Ashyne|Ashyne]]===

#[[First Contact: Horror Unleashed]]

===[[Stories/Auromata|Auromata]]===
# [[Inside Looking Out]]

===[[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]]===

*The ReVerse (many characters originated by [[Stories/Propman|Propman]])

#Castle Mysteries
##[[Castle Mysteries!: Coup De Grace|Coup De Grace]]
##[[Contessa Vampire Hunter]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Propman|Propman]])
##Duchess Winifred in [[Not Quite Human]]
##Contessa in [[Sex and Violence]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Propman|Propman]])

#Other Characters
##[[Wasabi: A Boom-Boom Joint]]
##[[Lazy Phone]]
##Lazy Phone in [[The Booze Run]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Propman|Propman]])
##Maddie and Ted in [[Maddie Follows Orders]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Propman|Propman]])

*Other Stories
#[[Alisha's Room]]

===[[Stories/Avoyak|Avoyak]]===

#[[Katerina, type 02 Robot]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''B'''</big></div>
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===[[Stories/BA|BA]]===

#[[Home Service warranty]]
#[[Business Class]]
#[[Childminder]]
#[[CLAIRE 33]]
#[[Holiday]]
#[[Information Retrieval]]
#[[Mrs. Allen's Two O'Clock]]
#[[Sisterhood]]
#[[Upgrading Beth]]
#[[Just One Quick Question...]]
#[[Helpline]]
#[[Cooperant Pair]]
#[[Traffic Incident]]
#[[Survival]]
#[[Assistant]]
#[[Tech Refresh]]
#[[Mechanic]]
#[[Denial Of Service Attack]]
#[[Ignorance is Bliss]]
#[[Jenny]]
#[[Aptitude Test]]
#[[Special Agent]]
#[[Generations]]
#[[Housewife]]
#[[Green Flag]]
#[[Houseguest]]
#[[A Place to Stay]]
#[[Karen]]
#[[Service Please]]
#[[Date Calibration]]
#[[Plastic Trash]]
#[[Threshold]]
#[[Party Night - unfinished]]
#[[Empty City]]
#[[Bad Day]]
#[[An Interview With Janet]]
#[[Combat Sex Droids: No Limits]]
#[[How Far Will She Go on a First Date]]
#[[Tech Error]]
#[[The Rutuksee Clinique Case]]
#[[Investigative]]
#[[New Toy]]
#[[Feeling a Little Peculiar...]]
#[[Commissioning Test]]
#[[A Short Conversation at RoboDepot]]
#[[Self Harmer]]

===[[Stories/Bad Kitty|Bad Kitty]]===

#[[Confessions of a Robo-Hottie]]

===[[Stories/Baron|Baron]]===

#[[Law & Order SVU TNG - Cops Get Religion]]
#[[About The I-12 Kronicles]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 1: R.O.S.I.E]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 2: Gina]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 3: Rochelle]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 4: Maisie]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 5: Chase]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 6: Liza-Beta]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 7: The Homecoming]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 8: One Zero Nightmare]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 9: Miseries Miracles & More Miseries]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 10: Inspektor Jekyll, Gone Mr. Hyde?]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 11: The Legends of KFC & Blueboy]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 11a: Dual Homage II]]

===[[Stories/Bart|Bart]]===

#[[Return Home]]
#[[Free Shipping]]
#[[Annie's Successor]]

===[[Stories/Battery|Battery]]===

#[[Science Ethics|Science Ethics (with Darkbutflashy)]]
#[[Hard_Robot_Lesbians|Hard Robot Lesbians (Courtney gears-Betty Sparks shipping)]]

===[[Stories/Bigcoyote|Bigcoyote]]===

#[[Maryanne One]]

===[[Stories/Bilbo1|Bilbo1]]===

#[[Processed Love]]

===[[Stories/Blake Sigma|Blake Sigma]]===

#[[Where Are You, Lovely?]]
#[[A.I.L.A.: Birth]]
#[[TITAN S]]

===[[Stories/blond111|blond111]]===

#[[Kiabot]]

===[[Stories/bolton|bolton]]===

#[[Skin]]

===[[Stories/Bombforabooty|Bombforabooty]]===

#[[Public Explosions]]

===[[Stories/Bonita772|Bonita772]]===

#[[Wife Repair]]

===[[Stories/boolean2|boolean2]]===

#[[Clearance]]

===[[Stories/Botfriend2000|Botfriend2000]]===

#[[The Purchase...]]
#[[CyGenPleasuretronics/Kimberlys Evaluation]]
#[[The Job Interview]]
#[[Family Matters]]
#[[The Halloween Story]]
#[[The Interrogation]]
#[[Their Side of Events]]
#[[The Handler]]
#[[An Unexpected Offer]]
#[[Illusionistic]]

===[[Stories/Bruekmann|Bruekmann]]===

#[[Corporate Espionage]]
#[[Dienst #1 - Trojan Horse]]
#[[Eudoxia]]
#[[One More Fare]]
#[[Open And Shut Case]]
#[[Over Some Drinks]]
#[[Smell Bridges Burning (The Intern)]]
#[[Standard Of Deviation]]
#[[The Ersatz Cadet]]
#[[The Hustler]]
#[[The Real Deal]]
#[[Three Pawns]]
#[[Tinted Windows]]
#[[Heinrich Brueckmann's Unfinished Works]]

===[[Stories/Brytestar|Brytestar]]===

#[[Angelmech Battle Cheerleader Cherry]]
#[[Automaid Fighter Kimiko Prelude]]
#[[Cyberknight Dreams]]
#[[Sailor Valkerie - Interview With A Mechascout]]
#[[The Brytestar Chronicles: The Early Years]]

===[[Stories/Bunnybot|Bunnybot]]===

#[[BunnyBots Part One: The Conversion Of Vanessa]]
#[[Tammy]]
#[[Bunnybots - Ava]]
#[[Tammy: Eve]]
#[[The Actress]]
#[[Cassandra]]
#[[Companion Dolls - Economic Unit]]
#[[A Lazy Afternoon]]

===[[Stories/ButchyBoy|ButchyBoy]]===

#[[The Nightingale's Song]]
#[[Fembots In History: Queen Isabella]]
#[[Little Red Riding Hood-Fractured Gynoid Tale]]
#[[The Vanishing Warlord]]
#[[Fembots In History - Annie Oakley]]
#[[Can't Get That Song Outta My Head]]
#[[The Nut-Cricket Adventure]]
#[[Galatea]]
#[[The Contest Winner]]
#[[Droid Hunter]]
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===[[Stories/Cam_1361|Cam_1361]]===

#[[Untitled (Cam_1361)]]

===[[Stories/Capn Jake|Capn Jake]]===

#[[Jenny6525B]]

===[[Stories/CaptainStorytime|CaptainStorytime]]===

#[[A Gift Unwanted]]

===[[Stories/Castaliaman|Castaliaman]]===

#[[Jeopardy 2104]]

===[[Stories/CheeseMaker|CheeseMaker]]===
#[[Man Made Relationship]]

===[[Stories/Chains of Adamant|Chains of Adamant]]===

#[[Gallinax]]
#[[Christmas Surprise]]
#[[The Prison]]
#[[Miriam]]

===[[Stories/Cecilauthor|Cecilauthor]]===

#[[Fleshware Requiem]]
#[[Apocalypse Doll - Celebrity Edition]]
#[[Robot Power]]
#[[Golden Apple]]
#[[Melting Point]]

===[[Stories/ChaosSeeder|ChaosSeeder]]===

#[[Programming an Adventure]]

===[[Stories/chepamasta|chepamasta]]===

#[[That's what friends are for!]]

===[[Stories/Cjfriel|Cjfriel]]===

#[[Autopia]]

===[[Stories/code_author|code_author]]===

#[[Pressure on a Relationship]]

===[[Stories/confusitron!!|confusitron!!]]===

#[[Danni - A Conversion]]

===[[Stories/Construct|Construct]]===

#[[Re-Constructed]]

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===[[Stories/D. Olivaw|D. Olivaw]]===

#[[A Meeting At Meg's]]
#[[A Beginning, of Sorts]]
#[[Obsolescence]]
#[[Leona]]
#[[A Fembot Adventure]]
#[[Of Rent and Robots]]
#[[Certain Contradictions]]
#[[House Call (D.Olivaw)|House Call]]
#[[First Date]]
#[[A Tale from the Plastic Rose: Victoria]]
#[[The Plaything]]
#[[Too Much of a Good Thing]]
#[[Trixie or Treat]]
#[[Home Trial (AUDIO)]]
#[[Two for the Naughty List]]

===[[Stories/Dalejr38|Dalejr38]]===

#[[Universal Remote]]

===[[Stories/Daphne|Daphne]]===

#[[Mike and Mary]]
#[[Use Future (Cluster 00)]]

===[[Stories/Dark Archon|Dark Archon]]===

#[[June]]
#[[Sara 3]]

===[[Stories/Darkbutflashy|Darkbutflashy]]===

#[[戦闘機械綾子 - Battlemachine Ayako]]
#[[Science Ethics|Science Ethics (with Battery)]]

===[[Stories/Dark Phoenix|Dark Phoenix]]===

#[[My Super Android Girlfriend]]

===[[Stories/Deep Blue|Deep Blue]]===

#[[My Tutor (Deep Blue)|My Tutor]]
#[[Volleybot]]
#[[Teacher(by Deep Blue)]]
#[[Training lesson]]
#[[Fembot technician]]
#[[Studio]]
#[[Beer girl]]
#[[Meet on bus]]

===[[Stories/Dieur|Dieur]]===

#[[My Robot]]
#[[TD Walkman Mall]]
#[[Smashed]]
#[[Taking Awhile To Get Anywhere]]
#[[Witch Hazel]]
#[[Chloe]]

===[[Stories/Dollmaker|Dollmaker]]===

#[[A.I. Automated Insanity]]

===[[Stories/Dr. Twist|Dr. Twist]]===

#[[Door To Door]]
#[[Who Let The Wolves Out]]

===[[Stories/Dubhdanaidh|Dubhdanaidh]]===
#[[Mairi]]
#[[Lila]]
#[[Marrion-23]]
#[[Naomi]]
#[[Nikki]]
#[[Drinks After Work]]
#[[The Morning After - Candy 1000]]
#[[The Morning After - Noah 990]]
#[[The Morning After - Jenny 3000]]
#[[Rene]]

===[[Stories/DukeNukem 2417|DukeNukem 2417]]===

*[[Lina]]
*[[Writing As We Go]]
*[[The V.I.C.I. Diaries]]

Season 1:

#[[Vicki's New Life]]
#[[V.I.C.I. Rises]]
#[[From L.E.S. to Leslie]]
#[[Unmade, Unbroken]]
#[[Out of this World]]
#[[ShowStopper]]
#[[MGV (Metal Gear Vicki)]]
#[[The Family of Steel]]
#[[Electric Child]]
#[[Toys in the Attic]]
#[[A House Divided]]
#[[Kirsten's Choice]]
#[[Epsilon]]
#[[Cold Blood]]
#[[Lawson's Eleven]]
#[[A Criminal Mind]]
#[[For Whom the Bells Toll]]
#[[Falling Away]]
#[[Valley of the Damned]]

Season 2:

#[[Mr. Roboto]]
#[[Only Human]]
#[[Beast]]
#[[Dragon]]
#[[Broken]]
#[[King Nothing]]

===[[Stories/DZiegler|DZiegler]]===

#[[Automated Seduction]]
#[[Reunion]]
#[[$tacks Casino]]
#[[The Neoprene Demon]]
#[[K1MB3RLY_M84U]]
#[[N4T4L1A_M84U]]
#[[T3SS4_M84U]]
#[[Soviet Doll]]
#[[Administrative Assistant]]
#[[How To Transform Your Partner]]
#[[IS4B3LL4 M84U (Truck Lot Bot)]]
#[[Terminatrix - Genesis|Terminatrix]]
#[[Close Call at the Costume Contest]]
#[[Catwoman: An Erotic Fembot Novella]]
#[[Programmed Competition]]
#[[AVANT_ROBOTICS_GRLFRND]]
#[[Sleeping Angel]]
#[[CandyBot 007 in ‘A Spy Unraveled’]]
#[[Truck Lot Bot]]
#[[Pause and Effect]]
#[[Pause and Effect: A Sticky Situation]]
#[[Mandatory Security Update]]
#[[Not Your Typical Theater Girl]]
#[[Home for the Holidays]]
#[[Technically Upstairs]]

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===[[Stories/Ehy|Ehy]]===

#[[Courtesy Suites]]
#[[Encounter at Courtesy Suites]]
#[[Choices]]
#[[The Playroom]]
#[[Market Test]]
#[[Tara's Visitor (Story Snippet)]]
#[[Untitled (Ehy)|Untitled]]
#[[Untitled 2 (Ehy)|Untitled 2]]
#[[April]]
#[[1962]]

===[[Stories/Esleeper|Esleeper]]===

#[[Electric Sleep- Background Information]]
#[[Electric Sleep]]
#[[Electric Dreams]]

===[[Stories/Eyebore|Eyebore]]===

#[[The Plantation "Sister-In-Law"]]

===[[Stories/Extyr|Extyr]]===

#[[Mecha-Valkyrie]]
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===[[Stories/FacelessFembot|FacelessFembot]]===

#[[Untitled(FacelessFembot)]]
#[[Robots are Us]]

===[[Stories/FaceoffFembot|FaceoffFembot]]===

#[[The Maid]]
#[[Dead Dog Two]]
#[[Setting Things Straight]]
#[[Weird Old Post I Found (The Lulu Tseng Conspiracy)]]
#[[Cybersocialites]]

===[[Stories/Faustus|Faustus]]===

#[[Dora]]

===[[Stories/Fection|Fection]]===

#[[Charlie's Second-Hand Angel]]
#[[Pushing Candy's Buttons]]
#[[Sour Candy]]
#[[Model Citizen]]
#[[The Magi and the Harem]]
#[[Achilles Heels]]

===[[Stories/Fembotlover|Fembotlover]]===

#[[Untitled (Fembotlover)|Untitled]]

===[[Stories/Fembotlvr7|Fembotlvr7]]===

#[[Perfect Match (formerly Blind Date)]]
#[[The Bridesmaid]]
#[[The Secret]]
#[[True Lies]]

===[[Stories/FembotsInCharge|FembotsInCharge]]===

#[[The Nannybot1000A]]

===[[Stories/Forenuser|Forenuser]]===

#[[Kelly & Trent]]
#[[Operator, please!]]
#[[Define who you are]]

===[[Stories/Freddie c|Freddie c]]===

#[[Numerology]]

===[[Stories/Freiburg V3.0|Freiburg V3.0]]===

#[[A Question Of Faith]]
#[[A Question Of Liberty]]

===[[Stories/Frenchman319|Frenchman319]]===
#[[Un léger dysfonctionnement au bureau]]
#[[A Conclusive Safety Test]]

===[[Stories/FTLTraveler|FTLTraveler]]===
#[[Dreamchaser]]
#[[SoulSec]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''G'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">

===[[Stories/General|General]]===

#[[Access Denied]]
#[[Blue Chips]]
#[[The Rental]]
#[[History In The Flesh]]
#[[A Second Life]]
#[[Talk Radio]]
#[[What You Leave Behind]]
#[[Focus]]
#[[Modifying the Contract]]
#[[Tech Support]]
#[[Bounty]]
#[[The Grinder]]
#[[Pinebarrens Hunter]]

===[[Stories/Gf|Gf]]===

#[[The Flatmate]]

===[[Stories/GirlieGirl1985|GirlieGirl1985]]===

#[[Unfinished ATM]]
#[[No Refunds Offered]]

===[[Stories/Glast|Glast]]===

#[[A Fight Too Far]]

===[[Stories/Goose|Goose]]===

#[[Anto: Girl of my dreams]]
#[[Mia and Kristin-Limited Edition]]

===[[Stories/Gorgo|Gorgo]]===

#[[Sentimental Perfection]]
#[[Rinrin and the Doctor's Appointment]]

*[[Project: Black Maiden]] Universe

#[[That Which Was Left Behind]]
#[[Rochelle's Justice]]
#[[A Day at the Ranges]]

*Side/Fan stories to other writers' series:

#[[Nemesis]]
#[[A Stay At Hotel Automata]]
#[[A Nova At Hotel Automata]]
#[[The Good Samaritan]]

===[[Stories/Grendizer|Grendizer]]===

#[[Teacher]]
#[[A New Purpose]]
#[[Chopping Wood]]
#[[Sacrifice]]
#[[Purity: An Android Age Story]]

===[[Stories/GynoNeko|GynoNeko]]===

#[[Third Time's The Charm]]
#[[The Christmas Present]]
#[[The Delivery (Part 1)]]
#[[The Delivery (Part 2)]]
#[[Electra]]
#[[Maid to Order]]
#[[Exo Saves the Day]]
#[[What Once Was Lost]]
#[[Lost but Found]]
#[[Corrupted]]
#[[Simulating Wilderness]]
#[[All Wrapped Up]]
#[[Shop Girls]]
#[[In Just Seven Days...]]
#[[A Curious Girl in a Cruel World]]
#[[Tethered]]
#[[Building a Perfect Mate]]
#[[Falling Awake]]
#[[Shame.exe]]
#[[The Sales Pitch]]
#[[Passing Mustard]]
#[[Crashing Your Crush]]

===[[Stories/GZ02|GZ02]]===

#[[A Day In The Life Of Joseph Avens]]
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===[[Stories/Handle|Handle]]===

#[[Bell City Tales Story 1]]
#[[Why We Have Such A High Rejection Rate]]
#[[Old Wife, New Life]]
#[[We Have a Private Wing, But The Ambulances Aren't Real]]
#[[A Captain's Ship is His Wife]]
#[[A Long Planned Revenge]]
#[[What The Hell Is Akane Sen]]
#[[Weekend With The Wife, I Mean, Colleague]]
#[[A Gift Of Maternal Love]]

===[[Stories/Hermes|Hermes]]===

#[[Jumplead]]

===[[Stories/Hlprhlpr|Hlprhlpr]]===

#[[Sparx - Priority Service Call]]
#[[Sparx: Troubleshooting A Design Flaw]]

===[[Stories/Hola_guy|Hola_guy]]===

#[[A Yet Untitled Story]]
#[[Loveless]]

===[[Stories/Hyperspace51|Hyperspace51]]===
#[[Used]]

===[[Stories/HypnoticProse|HypnoticProse]]===

#[[Autolog of a Synthetic Mom]]
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===[[Stories/inky 2|inky 2]]===

#[[Sloane]]
#[[Quiet Night In]]
#[[Emergency Repair]]
#[[Registration]]

===[[Stories/Input9|Input9]]===

#[[Robbery]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''J'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/JakeCTom|JakeCTom]]===

#[[K600]]

===[[Stories/Jay Petto|Jay Petto]]===

#[[Back To The Circuit Board]]

===[[Stories/Jaydee|Jaydee]]===

#[[An Inside Job]]
#[[Malfunctioning Fembot Writes...]]

===[[Stories/JeffCapes|JeffCapes]]===

#[[Cara and the Mystery Robobabe]]

===[[Stories/JohnFabar4|JohnFabar4]]===

#[[First Story]]

===[[Stories/Jolshefsky|Jolshefsky]]===

#[[Karen's Date]]
#[[Doctor Who fanfic]]
#[[A Trip to the ER]]
#[[Loyalty]]

===[[Stories/Jpetoh|Jpetoh]]===

#[[Crash]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''K'''</big></div>
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===[[Stories/Kano|Kano]]===

#[[Monday]]
#[[Friday]]

===[[Stories/Karel|Karel]]===

#[[Mistress Mira]]
#[[R-Bots]]
#[[Two-Perfect!]]
#[[Mmmmegan]]
#[[Merger]]

===[[Stories/KB7RKY|KB7RKY]]===

#[[Charlie 25]]
#[[Reflections]]
#[[Service Call]]
#[[Shadowrun II - Into The Awakened Lands]]

===[[Stories/Keizo|Keizo]]===

#[[The Enemy of My Enemy? Pt. 1]]
#[[The Enemy of My Enemy? Pt. 2]] (Portia)
#[[The Enemy of My Enemy? Pt. 3]] (The "Lost Chapter")
#[[Hell's Canary]]
#[[Are You Serious?]]

===[[Stories/kelbek00|kelbek00]]===

#[[Perfection]]
#[[Repo]]

===[[Stories/KernalGovernor101|KernalGovernor101]]===

#[[Soccer-Mom Unit - Prequel]]
#[[T-Series - Actual Story]]
#[[Synth-Co]]
#[[Yet to be Titled Story]]
#[[Deep Research]]

===[[Stories/Kishin|Kishin]]===

#[[A Long Sleep]]
#[[The Vengeance of the Slave]]
#[[The Robo-Lover]]
#[[Androids At War]]
#[[Death]]
#[[Rebirth]]
#[[Nova's First Job]]
#[[The Vile Collector]]
#[[NVA Showdown]]
#[[The Mourning After]]
#[[The House of the Dead]]
#[[An Unexpected Guest]]
#[[Voice of the Void]]
#[[Garbage]]
#[[Fangs of Steel]]
#[[Killers]]
#[[Fate]]
#[[Berserker]]
#[[Creation (Nova Recreated)]]
#[[I Didn't Know]]
#[[Killers (Knights) Hiding Among Our Slaves]]
#[[Tales Of The Risen Future: Nova's Story]]
#[[The World Walker]]
#[[Glory]]
#[[Thank You For Your Patronage!]]

===[[Stories/Korby|Korby]]===

#[[An Afternoon To Remember]]
#[[Holiday In The Sun]]
#[[Tales From Dyson Institute: Two Vignettes]]
#[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: Making Movies]]
#[[After the Makeover]]
#[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: In the Shop]]
#[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: Mile-high Club]]
#[[Untitled (Korby)]]
#[[JLA/Fembots]]
#[[Dr. Dyson on Lesbotics]]
#[[Remaking Rebecca]]
#[[Another Makeover]]
#[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: Elaine, Rebecca, and Shannen]]
#[[The Appointment]]

===[[Stories/Kriegsaffe No. 9|Kriegsaffe No. 9]]===

#[[Josephson/Keegan Vs Man w/Android Wife]]
#[[1985, Paris, France...]]
#[[The Golden Dawn]]
#[[Duplican't? Dupli-Can't!]]
#[[Saucy Puppet Show]]

===[[Stories/Kube²|Kube²]]===

#[[Fembot User Manual]]
#[[Cindy]]
#[[Kelly 800 perfect lingerie model]]
#[[Getting to First Base]]

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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''L'''</big></div>
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===[[Stories/La Femme Nikki|La Femme Nikki]]===

#[[My Life as a Sexbot]]
#[[AlyssaBot]]

===[[Stories/Lady Mecha|Lady Mecha]]===

#[[Strange But Wonderful Happenings]]

===[[Stories/Lilith|Lilith]]===

#[[Love After the Battlefield]]
#[[TPU-SOA Hack Job]]
#[[College Story Anthology]]
#[[CyberSlinger]]
#[[Blind Troubleshooting Stream]]
#[[Best Friends (Comic - WIP)]]

===[[Stories/liliwinnt6|liliwinnt6]]===

#[[A Surprising Breakfast]]
#[[The Grocery Store - Aftermath]]
#[[Boris The Repairman - Some Recharge Sessions]]

===[[Stories/Linnies|Linnies]]===

#[[The Ride Home]]
#[[Demonstration Unit]]
#[[A Change of Hair]]
#[[The Cook]]
#[[The Stewards]]
#[[Processor Test]]
#[[Sugar Cube Girl]]
#[[The Cure]]
#[[Super X Clean]]
#[[Contraband]]
#[[The Pawn]]
#[[The Defect in Cascadia]]
#[[Tavin & Ellie]]

===[[Stories/linzhang77|linzhang77]]===

#[[Naiad - Deluge Past]]

===[[Stories/Loganov|Loganov]]===

#[[The Final Frontier]]
#[[Untitled (Loganov)|Untitled]]

===[[Stories/LongTimeLurker|LongTimeLurker]]===

#[[Clockwork Legacy]] (Lady in Waiting)
##[[Clockwork_Legacy/Lady_in_Waiting/Part_1|Lady in Waiting]]
##[[Clockwork_Legacy/Line_of_Succession/Part_1|Line of Succession]]
##[[Clockwork_Legacy/Inheritance|Inheritance]]
#[[Andrew and the Sexbot Factory]]
##[[Andrew_and_the_Sexbot_Factory/Prototype/Part_1|Prototype]]
##[[Andrew_and_the_Sexbot_Factory/Field_Test/Part_1|Field Test]]
##[[Andrew_and_the_Sexbot_Factory/Production_Model|Production Model]]
#[[Solipsistic]]
#[[Electrostatic]]
#[[Crash Immelmann in the Year 30XX]]
#[[Diagnostic]]
#[[FYOP/Scenario_Chamber]]
#[[The Co-Star]]
#[[Bot Town Blues]]
#[[Salvage]]
#[[Crash Immelmann and the Inflatable Sex-Bots from Planet X!]]
#[[Five Nights at Fanny's]]
#[[Nihilistic]]
#[[Fire Hazard]]
#[[House Call]]
#[[Crash Immelmann vs. the Dread Pirate Holt!]]
#[[The Haunted Manor]]
#[[Omnic Replica]]
#[[Naughty or Nice]]
#[[CRASH IMMELMANN IN: OVERTURE REQUIEM PROTOCOL: M.I.L.F!]]
#[[Under the Influence]]
#[[Goblin Barmaid]]
#[[Snatcher]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''M'''</big></div>
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===[[Stories/Maxyz|Maxyz]]===

#[[Cyber Angels]]
#[[Spectrum Dolls]]

===[[Stories/Mad Mechacow|Mad Mechacow]]===

#[[Tales of Syntech]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 2]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 3]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 4]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 5]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 6]]

===[[Stories/MalfunctioningGynoid|MalfunctioningGynoid]]===

#[[Falling Out]]
#[[LifeLike Incorporated]]
#[[Travel Troubles]]
#[[Wedding Day]]

===[[Stories/Malkozaine|Malkozaine]]===

#[[A Start to Something Big]]

===[[Stories/McLane|McLane]]===

#[[Cancelled Project]]

===[[Stories/MechaStar81|MechaStar81]]===
#[[Magic Manifesting In Machinery]]

===[[Stories/Metal-Destiny|Metal-Destiny]]===

#[[Story 48: Julie's Awakenings]]
#[[Human Failure. (2200)]]

===[[Stories/Ministrations|Ministrations]]===

#[[Shannon's Third Law]]
#[[Tiffany's Third Law]]

===[[Stories/Mirage|Mirage]]===

#[[The Bounty Hunter]]
#[[Best Friends]]
#[[Fighting Love]]
#[[A.D.P.I. (Advance Police Investigations): Case 2]]
#[[A.D.P.I. Case 3: Transformation Of A Butterfly]]
#[[Blood Angel]]
#[[Deception]]
#[[Errors And Glitches]]
#[[Family Affair]]
#[[Family Life]]
#[[Favourite Parodies]]
#[[Lonely With The Ages]]
#[[Lying And Cheating!]]
#[[My Tutor]]
#[[Not Perfect]]
#[[Regret]]
#[[Secret Wishes]]
#[[Secretaries]]
#[[Shock]]
#[[Spanish Fly Virus]]
#[[Tennis, Anyone?]]
#[[The Lullaby]]
#[[The Package]]
#[[The Red Roses]]
#[[The Student]]
#[[The Temp]]
#[[The Visit]]
#[[Visiting The In-Laws]]
#[[A Nice Gesture]]
#[[Ever Lasting Smile]]
#[[Finding True Happiness]]
#[[Alive?]]
#[[The New Girl]]
#[[The Nurse]]
#[[Chase]]
#[[The First Time...]]
#[[An Offer That Can't Be Refused]]
#[[The Unwanted Gift]]
#[[Losing One's Self]]
#[[What's Important Is What's In The Inside]]
#[[Sitting On The Couch]]
#[[Can You Fix It?]]
#[[Ugly]]
#[[Finally]]
#[[Bad Dreams]]
#[[Apartment 7]]
#[[Married to a Machine]]
#[[My First and Last Robotic Date]]
#[[Remote Me]]
#[[Missing]]
#[[Roll With It]]
#[[Still Rolling]]
#[[Happy Easter]]
#[[Roll For Sale/Dr. Willy's Reaction]]
#[[Testing, 1,2,3]]
#[[Why worry?]]
#[[A Break Up and a Break Down]]
#[[Cat Out of the Bag]]
#[[Crashing and Some Sex Mode Action]]
#[[I Did Astro's Mom]]
#[[The Lunch]]
#[[My Not So Perfect Woman]]
#[[Why?]]
#[[The Perfect Female A.I.]]
#[[The Car Crash]]
#[[My Neighbor's Wife is Sucking My Cock]]
#[[The Last Goodbye]]
#[[Across the street]]
#[[The Diva]]

===[[Stories/MisterXYZ (RoboTomo)|MisterXYZ (RoboTomo)]]===

#[[How I Ran Into Roboko]]
#[[To Love a Girl]]
#[[Onsen Lust 'n Rust]]
#[[Room 9 Surprise]]
#[[A Huge Add-On]]

===[[Stories/mister_minations|mister_minations]]===

#[[Unusual Bathtime Conversation]]
#[[Unusual Chance Encounter]]
#[[Unusual Corporate Espionage]]
#[[Rusted Rails]]
#[[Unusual Benefits]]

===[[Stories/MixandGull|MixandGull]]===

#[[The Exchange Student]]
#[[A Scarlet Hijacking]]

===[[Stories/Miz-K Takase|Miz-K Takase]]===

#[[Mail-Order Aya]]
#[[Lusty Encore]]
#[[Lusty 2nd Encore]]
#[[Lusty 3rd Encore]]

===[[Stories/Morgan Cartlann|Morgan Cartlann]]===
#

===[[Stories/MrMagoo|MrMagoo]]===

#[[Tech Tutorial]]
#[[Salvaged Hardware]]
#[[Deadline]]

===[[Stories/MrPassable|MrPassable]]===

#[[Programmed Fantasy]]

===[[Stories/Murotsu|Murotsu]]===

#[[Debbi's Diary]]
#[[Some Assembly Required]]

===[[Stories/Muzzleruffels|Muzzleruffels]]===

#[[Freak-World]]
##[[Mermaid Examination]]
##[[Controlled Environment Prologue]]
##[[A Statement of Progress + Bonus Stories]]
##[[Freak-World: Prologue]]
##[[Freak-World: The Side Stories]]
##[[Freak-World: Dreaming Beyond Electric Sheep]]
##[[Freak-World: Anthologies]]

===[[Stories/MysteriousShadow|MysteriousShadow]]===

#[[Lily's Story]]
#[[Debugging]]
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===[[Stories/Natalie Bayer|Natalie Bayer]]===

*Personal Works

#[[Bits and Pieces]]
#[[Checked Items]]
#[[Crash and Burn]]
#[[Cross Country]]
#[[Encounter with Emily]]
#[[Halloween Short]]
#[[Natalie's Story]]
#[[Open-case]]
#[[Riley's Story - Coming of Age]]
#[[Roommates]]
#[[The Fantasia Club]]
#[[Tonight: Erin's Upgrade]]

*Commissioned Work
#[[Rekien - Chloe Saga]]
#[[R3DD - A Labor of Love]]
#[[R3DD - Infidelity Protocol]]
#[[A Learning Experience]]
#[[Agent Candy]]
#[[Alexia and Sophie]]
#[[An Age of Exploration]]
#[[Charlie Down]]
#[[Coming of Age: Natalie Bayer|Coming of Age]]
#[[Company Property]]
#[[Dustball Chronicles]]
#[[Erntoron - Delicate Systems]]
#[[Frankie]]
#[[Friends]]
#[[Frustration]]
#[[Gothic Spider Queen]]
#[[Heart of the Arcane]]
#[[Jeff and Sydney]]
#[[Lucidia City University]]
#[[Tales from Lucidia City: Phoebe Pierce]]
#[[Maid Service]]
#[[Office Work]]
#[[Party of Three]]
#[[Secret Longings]]
#[[Soccer Mom - MEGAN]]
#[[Soldiering On]]
#[[Spa Surprise]]
#[[Space Crisis]]
#[[Spider]]
#[[Superiority Complex]]
#[[T-X Romance]]
#[[Technically Supported]]
#[[Tennis Anyone?]]
#[[The Collins Family Values]]
#[[The Collins Family Values part 2: Intentional Love]]
#[[Workspace Difficulties]]
#[[Yandere]]

===[[NicoCheese]]===

#[[Nico's Section of Silly Snippets]]
#[[Chilling With Maggie]]
#[[Trouble in the Mushroom Kingdom]]
#[[A Pokemon Encounter Down Route 22]]
#[[Legosi x Juno Meltdown]]
#[[A Unique Kind of Car Wash]]
#[[Chilling With Maggie Again]]
#[[The Governor's Secret]]

===[[Stories/Nybble|Nybble]]===

#[[Scheduled Maintenance]]
#[[The Third Pew]]
#[[Therapy]]
#[[Pimp My Ride]]
#[[Working Late]]
#[[The Hammer]]
#[[Something Borrowed]]
#[[Doctor's Visit]]
#[[Strangers on a Plane]]
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===[[Stories/Outsider|Outsider]]===

#[[Dyson Institute: Sexual Testing Mode]]
#[[Technical Difficulties]]
#[[The Sex Coders]]

===[[Stories/Osenator|Osenator]]===

#[[Bounty Hunter]]
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===[[Stories/Pakled|Pakled]]===

#[[Everything Old is New Again]]
#[[One of Our Robots is Missing]]
#[[Palindrome]]
#[[Solve for X]]
#[[Double Blind]]
#[[An Unexpected Modification]]

===[[Stories/Palindrome|Palindrome]]===

#[[Sarah Jones]]
#[[After the Club]]

===[[Stories/Pennon|Pennon]]===

#[[The Delivery]]

===[[Stories/Petey|Petey]]===

#[[Vickybot/Victoria]]
#[[The Rubdown]]
#[[Dyson Family Values]]
#[[A Second Rubdown]]
#[[Becoming the Perfect Wife]]
#[[Introducing the Perfect Wife]]

===[[Stories/Plastic_rose|Plastic_rose]]===

#[[Getting off on the wrong foot (Gloria's conversion)]]

===[[Stories/Porcelaingirl|Porcelaingirl]]===

#[[Plane as Day]]

===[[Stories/Pretzel|Pretzel]]===
#[[Memory Leak]]

===[[Stories/Propman|Propman]]===

*Unfinished Tidbits

#[[Tronic Ella]]
#[[Evil, Evil, Everywhere!]]
#[[Mrs. Claw Strikes!]]
#[[Blondie and Sarge in:A Haunted Mansion]]
#[[Job Interview]]
#[[Project Titan]]
#[[Busted]]

*Complete Stories

#[[Prototype]]
#[[Steel Fists No Hearts]]
#[[Upgrade/Downgrade]]
#[[One in Six]]
#[[Board Meeting]]
#[[Kia Takes Control]]
#[[Cassie Saves the Day]]
#[[Flying Free]]
#[[Catwoman and the Little Mice]]
#[[In Control]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]])
#[[Kate on the Run]]
#[[Meeting the Superstar]]
#[[Boybot to girlbot]]
#[[Michelle vs. Number One]]
#[[Changing Life]]

*The ReVerse

#Castle Mysteries
##[[Mysteries Of The Castle!]]
##[[Contessa Vampire Hunter]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]])
##Contessa in [[Just Another Afternoon]]
##Contessa in [[Meet My Jenkinses]]
##Duchess Winifred in [[Not Quite Human]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]])
##Contessa in [[Sick Day]]
##Contessa in [[Sex and Violence]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]])
#Maddie and Ted
##[[Doll And Her Teddy]]
##[[Maddie Follows Orders]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]])
#Boom-Boom
##[[BoomBoom Bots]]
##[[BoomBoom's Back]]
#[[My New PDA]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]])
#Lazy Phone in [[The Booze Run]]

*Jamie's Over

#[[Jamies out shopping]]
#[[Jamies night out]]

*Other

#[[Fembot Alphabet]]

===[[Stories/Protrepticus|Protrepticus]]===
#[[Terminatrix: Battle of the Queens]]

===[[Stories/PS0N-3|PS0N-3]]===
#[[Galactic Gynoid Gossip]]

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===[[Stories/Quietness|Quietness]]===

#[[Can't Sleep]]
#[[Meanwhile]]
#[[The Encounter]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''R'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/R3DD|R3DD]]===
#[[Am I Perfect for You?]]

===[[Stories/R. Betty Tarrill|R. Betty Tarrill]]===

#[[Persona Internal Memorandum]]
#[[Can't You Hear Me Howl]]
#[[Dr. Doone and the Series Eight]]
#[[The Yard Sale]]
#[[Jumper...]]
#[[Persona Tests: Pamela One Point Zero]]
#[[Persona Tests: McKenzie One Point Zero]]

*The Lauren Barnes Stories (TheSpotConlon)

#[[The Peculiar Journey Of Lauren Barnes]]
#[[The Imprisonment Of Lauren Barnes]]
#[[The Parallel Lives Of Lauren Barnes]]

*The "Momentary" Series (TheSpotConlon)

#[[The Moment When]]
#[[Ping]]
#[[The First Moment in Her Head]]
#[[The Moment in the Bar]]

*GPT Stories

#[[GPT Story: Sarah Meets Her Roommate]]
#[[GPT Story: Robin Programs a New Unit]]

===[[Stories/RancidInsanity|RancidInsanity]]===

#[[Waring Sisters]]
#[[Failura]]
#[[Ceres]]
#[[Christmas in Russia]]
#[[The Big Crazy Plan]]
#[[Suzie the Therapist]]
#[[The Phantom of the Factory]]
#[[Cassie]]
#[[Batman:Fembots]]
#[[The Mansion of Andrea]]
#[[Noura & Natalya]]
#[[Sync Wars]]
#[[Cyber Party]]
#[[Futuristic Ligeia]]
#[[Futuristic Der Sandmann]]
#[[Camping Trip]]
#[[King Cecil and the Three Collars]]

===[[Stories/Ratbot|Ratbot]]===

#[[Emi-Bot]]

===[[Storie/RebeccaRobot200|RebeccaRobot2000]]===

#[[Rebecca's Trip to the Surface]]

===[[Stories/Repairman Jack|Repairman Jack]]===

#[[Theives]]

===[[Stories/rfhbv|rfhbv]]===

#[[Saga of Congan]]

===[[Stories/Rivercrushes|Rivercrushes]]===

#[[Personality Upgrade]]

===[[Stories/RoxxyRobofox|RoxxyRobofox]]===

#[[As Seen on TV]]
#[[Hobby Model]]
#[[Basic Services]]
#[[Children of the Forge]]
#[[Wardrobe Malfunction]]
#[[Management Issues]]
#[[Simple Things]]
#[[Consequences]]
#[[Vampire Killer]]
#[[Better than Human]]
#[[Fembot Fighters]]
#[[Just for you]]
#[[Six Strings]]
#[[Densetsu no Batoru]]
#[[Carolina Jones and the Spear of Longinus]]
#[[Malfunctioning Perfectly]]
#[[Desire Unit Delux]]
#[[Outdated Bunny]]
#[[Jodie is So Hot: Short Story]]

===[[Stories/Robo-Admirer|Robo-Admirer]]===

#[[Long time in the waiting]]
#[[Tiffany]]
#[[One in a Billion]]
#[[The Problem with Automation]]
#[[The Escort]]
#[[The Date]]
#[[A Little Game]]
#[[Technology Free Weekend]]
#[[The House Sitter]]
#[[Subliminal Competition]]
#[[Jennifer & Katherine]]
#[[Late Night Sabotage]]
#[[Evie and Zoey; Double Modding]]
#[[When Technology Meets Temptation]]

===[[Stories/RoboMilfLover|RoboMilfLover]]===
#[[Mother-Daughter time]]

===[[Stories/RobotWorld5|RobotWorld5]]===

#[[Fembot World]]
#[[A Night With Vanessa]]

===[[Stories/RobOught2|RobOught2]]===

#[[Introducing Rachael Sing]]

===[[Stories/RS5420|RS5420]]===

#[[Class C (by WilloWisp, modified by RS5420)]]
#[[Beautiful, Smart and...Running A Software]]
#[[Hollywood Hardware (by Borias/Modded by RS5420)]]

===[[Stories/rynchan|rynchan]]===

#[[Phantom Doll]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''S'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/Sable|Sable]]===

#[[Fixing Sable]]

===[[Stories/Sanjuro|Sanjuro]]===

#[[A Gift from Tomorrow]]

===[[Stories/Sara-c|Sara-c]]===

#[[Autonomy]]
#[[Clichés]]
#[[Gift]]
#[[The Enemy of My Enemy]]

===[[Stories/Sarabot|Sarabot]]===

#[[Sarabot's First Story]]
#[[Sarabot's Second Story]]
#[[The Robotic Nurse]]
#[[Kristen's Upgrade]]
#[[My Hot Robot Wife (+Bonus Story)]]
#[[The Cheerleader]]
#[[Disassemble Me]]
#[[Kristen's Upgrade Part II]]
#[[Kristen's Overhaul]]
#[[Kristenbot Gets Married]]
#[[Kristenbot 1e]]

===[[Stories/Saradroidgirl|Saradroidgirl]]===

#[[Sara_-_The_Return|Sara - The Return]]

===[[Stories/Saya|Saya]]===

#[[A Most Unusual Party]]
#[[Futago no Shinami]]
#[[Sammy's Party]]
#[[Mending Contessa: A Castle Mysteries Story]]
#[[Crazy in the Heat]]
#[[After Hours]]
#[[The Time With My Stepsister]]
#[[Coming Home]]
#[[Crossfire]]

===[[Stories/Scott|Scott]]===

#[[Four Hours]]

===[[Stories/Screenshot|Screenshot]]===
#[[Trouble in Hyrule Castle]]
#[[A Scarlet Hijacking]]
#[[Breaking a Splash]]
#[[Interlinked Failure]]
#[[Proto-Lawyers]]
#[[The Virus]]
#[[Yor's Infected Infultration]]

===[[Stories/Sega-boy|Sega-boy]]===

#[[Abbott Chronicles]]

===[[Stories/Sekker|Sekker]]===

#[[Too Good To Be True]]

===[[Stories/Sentient6|Sentient6]]===

#[[Pixillate]]
#[[5 Friends - A Thesis on Full Body Prosthesis]]
#[[Heather's Battery Failure]]

===[[Stories/Serf|Serf]]===

#[[Party Girls]]

===[[Stories/sfreader|sfreader]]===

#[[Rachel (Mark III) meets Trixie (Mark V)]]
#[[Halloween 2053/The One That Got Away]]
#[[Regina Repurposed]]
#[[Nancy Runs a Program]]
#[[Sally Sleeperbot finds out her WHY]]
#[[An April Fool’s day story-Journey to obsolesce]]

===[[Stories/shutdown|shutdown]]===

#[[The Truck Driver]]
#[[Another Time]]

===[[Stories/Silent Lurker|Silent Lurker]]===

#[[Aquaphobia]]
#[[Cheerleader]]
#[[Happy New Year]]
#[[New Roommate]]

===[[Stories/Silkscreen|Silkscreen]]===

#[[Functional•Sensual•You]]
#[[Protect and Severe]]

===[[Stories/Sleeps|Sleeps]]===

#[[Casino of Deception:Jackpot]]

===[[Stories/smalk|smalk]]===

#[[Anniversary Present]]

===[[Stories/Soleful|Soleful]]===

#[[Coming of Age]]
#[[POD, The Fetish-Bot]]

===[[Stories/Sparty|Sparty]]===
#[[Cafe Stories]]
#[[Alex, Mia, and Lily]]
#[[Emily and Mrs. Smith]]
#[[Amelia]]
#[[Maya]]
#[[Treehouse]]
#[[Molly]]
#[[Emma and Sarah]]
#[[Family Breakfast]]
#[[Rachel]]
#[[Rory]]

===[[Stories/Spaz|Spaz]]===

#[[A Simple Business Arrangement*]]
#[[A.I.L.A]]
#[[Blind Date]]
#[[Daydreaming]]
#[[G.O.D. - a vignette]]
#[[Haunted House - A Short]]
#[[Lost in the Shuffle]]
#[[Medical Exam: A Short]]
#[[New Life]]
#[[Self-repair]]
#[[The Foreign Exchange Student]]
#[[The Girlfriend]]
#[[The Heiress]]
#[[The Replacement]]
#[[The Roommate]]
#[[The Stockroom]]
#[[The Teammate]]

---------------------------------------------
'''The Small Business Chronicles'''

[[The Small Business Chronicles]]

'''Season One:'''

#[[Closed for Christmas - The Shop]]
#[[The Repair Shop - Part 1]]
#[[Off-season - The Motel]]
#[[The Repair Shop - Part 2]]
#[[Slow day - The Cafe]]
#[[The Small Business - End-of-Year Review]]

'''Season Two:'''

#[[Homefront - The House]]
#[[The Repair Shop - Part 3]]
#[[Green Thumb - The Greenhouse]]
#[[The Repair Shop - Part 4]]
#[[The Doctor is in - The Clinic]]
#[[More Help at Last - The Backups]]
----------------------------------------------
"Spaz Studios Presents" anthology series:

#[[Fizzy Pop]]
#[[Substitute]]
#[[Forbidden Fruit]]
#[[The Uncanny Valley]]
#[[The Future Expo]]
#[[Office Life]]

---------------------------------------------
[[A Visitor's Guide to The Uncanny Valley]]

#[[Awakening]]
#[[House Call - Spaz]]
#[[The Body Borrower]]
#[[The Headless Hunt]]

---------------------------------------------

*Collaborations:

#[[The Beach]] with [[:Category:Sthurmovik|Sthurmovik]]
#[[The Handyman]] with [[:Category:Sthurmovik|Sthurmovik]]

---------------------------------------------

*Manbot Stories:

#[[My Roommate's Secret]]
#[[Skyler]]
#[[At My Bequest...]]

===[[Stories/spider_silk_skin|spider_silk_skin]]===

#[[Late Night Maintenance]]
#[[Super Sexy Robot Cowgirl]]

===[[Stories/StarLouis2001|StarLouis2001]]===

#[[Anthroid Crossing (Malfunction Edition)]]
#[[An Overconfident & Cocky Cinderace-bot]]

===[[Stories/Stephaniebot|Stephaniebot]]===

#[[Dyson Institute (Stephaniebot)|Dyson Institute]]
#[[Pleasurebot 8]]
#[[A Bit More Than Method Acting]]

===[[Stories/Sthurmovik|Sthurmovik]]===

#[[Non-Standard Operating Procedure]]
#[[Mirror Image]]
#[[Extracted]]

===[[Stories/sTj2000|sTj2000]]===

#[[Afternoon Appointment]]

===[[Stories/Svengli|Svengli]]===

#[[Bethany in Room B]]

===[[Stories/SynchError|SynchError]]===

#[[Budget Robotics (A Fun and Light Robotic Relationship)]]
#[[Historical Strategy, According to a Bunch of Fembots]]
</div></div>

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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''T'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/Taren Capel|Taren Capel]]===

#[[Chi City, 2152]]

===[[Stories/tectile|tectile]]===

#[[The Trade In]]
#[[Boy Meets... Girl?]]

===[[Stories/Teknophile|Teknophile]]===

#[[The Android Psychiatrist]]
#[[Super Fembot Cheerleaders From Space!]]
#[[At The Body Shop]]

===[[Stories/TheAlternative|TheAlternative]]===

#[[Corsetta]]

===[[Stories/The Egg|The Egg]]===

#[[The Quarry]]
#[[Swing Shift]]

===[[Stories/The Liar|The Liar]]===

#[[Maid To Order]] (Incomplete)
#[[Professor Jenkins' 12,567th Invention]] (Incomplete)
#[[Hide and Seek]]
#[[Keith's Paradise]] (Incomplete)
#[[My Keeper]] (Incomplete)
#[[Identity]] (Incomplete)
#[[EMOS - DSR: Prologue]] (Incomplete)
#[[Back to BASIC]]
#[[A Contradiction of Life]]
#[[Friends Forever]]
#[[Liberty]]
#[[Seamless]]
#[[Her Prince]] (Vignette)
#[[The Company Girl]] (Vignette)
#[[Faust 2.0]] (Comic)
#[[Bad Romance]] (Comic)
#[[Finding Yourself]] (Comic)
#[[Kernel]] (Comic)
#[[So... my friends have been acting weird lately]] (Comic)
#[[Trendsetting]] (Comic)
#[[Severed Strings]] (Comic)
#[[A Frank and Honest Discussion About our Relationship]] (Comic)
#[[Re:Context]] (Comic)
#[[Changeling]] (Comic)
#[[Seconds Chances and New Used]] (Comic)

*Centauri Republic

#[[The Perils of the Fembot Dating Scene]] (Comic)
#[[Sybil's Shadow]] (Comic)

*Wasteland Paradise

#[[Wasteland Paradise:Prologue]] (Comic)
#[[Dr.Desire]] (Comic)

*The Bluegate Chronicles

#[[Little Things]]
#[[Agency and Programing]] (Comic)
#[[Progenitors and Progeny]] (Comic)
#[[Hour of the Wolf]] (Comic)
#[[Relationship Updates]] (Comic)

*The Reid Chronicles

#[[The Misadventures Rose Reid, Ace Reporter]]

*Robocadet Mika

#[[Enlistment]] (Comic)
#[[Robotcadet Mika 2: Training|Training]] (Comic)

*Fiction-O-Matic

#[[Fiction-O-Matic 1]] (Comic)

*One-Shot Comics

#[[Abigail 2.0]] (Comic)
#[[The Gilded Cage]] (Comic)
#[[I am Charlotte Favager]] (Comic)
#[[Con(Re)version?]] (Comic)
#[[?????? Station]] (Comic)
#[[Make your own story 1]](Comic)
#[[Take a Hint!]] (Comic)
#[[Synthetic Pride]] (Comic)
#[[All I Want for Christmas is You]] (Comic)
#[[Do appliances count?]] (Comic)
#[[Nightmare Scenario]] (Comic)
#[[Downtime]] (Comic)
#[[Modular]] (Comic)
#[[Strange New World, Strange New Me]] (Comic)
#[[Welcome to Heaven!]] (Comic)
#[[Day Off L1|Day Off]] (Comic)
#[[Vacillating Hearts L1|Vacillating Hearts]] (Comic)
#[[28'567 Days Since L1|28'567 Days Since]] (Comic)
#[[Empty without you L1|Empty without you]] (Comic)

*Adaptations

#[[Of Rent and Robots(Comic Adaptation)]]

*Visual Novels

#[https://mega.nz/file/jnJkmB5Y#c68WRUT5gQVkWVxN1wEXNxa228Kd8kuvtIwKv5VhiYY Slot Bunny]
#[https://mega.nz/file/Wv5RAZRB#mPToIlBQa96EIB0goOmvhKj7YYZ9rBBppUyvhAAUHhk Subject/Object] (Work in Progress)

*Audio

#Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary
[[File:Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary L1.mp3|Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary]]

===[[Stories/TheShoveller|TheShoveller]]===

#[[Untitled Fantasy Land Story]]
#[[Crossfire]]

===[[Stories/TheSpotConlon|TheSpotConlon]]===
TheSpotConlon is now [[Stories/R. Betty Tarrill|R. Betty Tarrill]]

===[[Stories/TheThingBelow|TheThingBelow]]===

#[[Concert Day]]

===[[Stories/Tio|Tio]]===

#[[Through My Eyes]]
#[[New Garden]]
#[[Diaries Of A Fembot]]
#[[Down On The Farm]]

===[[Stories/Tom|Tom]]===

#[[The Wedding (An Old Fashioned Story)]]

===[[Stories/Tom Cooke|Tom Cooke]]===
#[[Sandra the Computer Engineer]]

===[[Stories/TotallyNot|TotallyNot]]===
#[[Angel Covers Up]]
#[[Geass Club]]
#[[Beach day]]
#[[Erotic Recovery]]
#[[The Reprogramming]]
#[[Exotic Striptease]]
#[[Simultaneous Pleasure]]
#[[Triple Juri Clash]]
#[[Interlinked Failure]]
#[[Proto-Lawyers]]
#[[Nier Inc]]
#[[The Virus]]
#[[Reploid Reconstruction]]
#[[Acting Off-screen]]
#[[Reprogrammed, Rebuilt and Restructured]]
#[[Yor's Infected Infultration]]
#[[The Post-Failure Struggle]]
#[[Professional Dedication]]
#[[Attempted Villainy]]
#[[Relieving Boredom]]

===[[Stories/Tringa|Tringa]]===

#[[Otaku's Adventure]]

===[[Stories/TW|TW]]===

#[[Awake]]
#[[A Helping Hand]]
#[[Practice Run]]

===[[Stories/Tyrelayne|Tyrelayne]]===

#[[Deicide]]
</div></div>

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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''U'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">

===[[Stories/Uncom|Uncom]]===

#[[Summer Break]]
#[[New Neighbors]]

===[[Stories/Unit-794Courtney|Unit-794Courtney]]===

#[[Coco's Convertion (Robot/Sexdoll/Forced TF Themes)]]
</div></div>

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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''V'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/Voopo|Voopo]]===
#[[Robo Karin]]
#[[Target]]
#[[Mom-Bot]]

</div></div>
<div class="toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" style="overflow:auto;">
<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''W'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">

===[[Stories/warpgirl|warpgirl]]===

#[[Astromech Lust]]

===[[Stories/WilloWisp|WilloWisp]]===

#[[Nybble's Doctors Visit - Revisited]]
#[[Class C]]
#[[Customer Service (WilloWisp)|Customer Service]]
#[[Virus Alert]]
#[[Identity 2.0]]

===[[Stories/WitchyAlta|WitchyAlta]]===
#[[First Sparks of Love]]

===[[Stories/Wjbaines|Wjbaines]]===

#[[Jo-Ann and Brandy]]
#[[Darsi, Bruce and Natalie]]
#[[Bad Sportspersonship]]
#[[She Didn't Learn Her Lesson]]
#[[Alyssa Follows Her Directives]]
#[[Sorority Coup d'Etat]]
#[[Valentina Messes with her Tech]]
#[[April Showers]]
#[[Vacations in Switzerland]]
</div></div>

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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''X'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/XandiMouse|XandiMouse]]===

#[[The One]]

===[[Stories/Xavier Cecil|Xavier Cecil]]===

#[[Gecko of the Moment]]

===[[Stories/Xeran|Xeran]]===

#[[Synthgirls teaser]]
#[[Synthgirls]]
#[[The Hunted]]
#[[Cherry 2000 Family - Too Much Money]]
</div></div>

<div class="toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" style="overflow:auto;">
<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''Y'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">

===[[Stories/YajuShinki|YajuShinki]]===

#[[RoboReview: Animetronics MCB-NIN0057]]
#[[RoboReview: Input/Output Q&A]]
#[[Hana's Catastrophic Failure]]
#[[Hana's Rebirth and Death]]
#[[Rena-Doll's Self-Voided Warranty]]
#[[Terminator: Insurgency - SEQUENCE_01]]

</div></div>
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''Z'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">

===[[Stories/zapped!|zapped!]]===

#[[Girls Under Glass]]

===[[Stories/Zor|Zor]]===

#[[Darwin Accelerated]]
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|}

<small>''See also: [[Stories sorted by type]] | [[Stories sorted by category]]''</small>

=Collaborations=
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===[[Follow your own plot]]===

*[[FYOP/The Lab Scene|The Lab Scene]]
*[[FYOP/Create A Fembot 2.0|Create A Fembot 2.0]]
*[[FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids|Planet of the Gynoids]]
*[[FYOP/My Life as a Robot|My Life as a Robot]]
*[[FYOP/Hollywood Hardware|Hollywood Hardware]]
*[[FYOP/Tabula Rasa|Tabula Rasa]]
*[[FYOP/The Adventures of Alice|The Adventures of Alice]]
*[[FYOP/To Love a Sexbot/To Love a Sexbot|To Love a Sexbot]]
*[[FYOP/Scenario Chamber|Scenario Chamber]]
*[[FYOP/Alberts Discount Android Warehouse|Alberts Discount Android Warehouse]]
*[[My Fembot Story|My Fembot Story By: StarLouis2001]]
|

===[[Stories/Create-A-Story|Create-A-Story (various)]]===

#[[Create-A-Story 1]]
#[[Create-A-Story 2]]
#[[Create-A-Story 3]]
|
===[[Stories/Dyson Institute|Dyson Institute (RX3000/Korby)]]===

*[[Story Universe (Dyson Institute)|Story Universe]]

#[[The Makeover]]
#[[After The Makeover]]
#[[Dyson Institute/Mile-High Club]]
#[[A Conversation With Dr. Dyson]]
|}

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[[Category:Stories]]

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The Junker stepped out of his patrol vehicle and crossed the rain-slick street to the apartment complex, confirming the apartment number before knocking on the rusted reinforced metal door. He didn't have any solid leads, just a few hints that the man in apartment 202 might know something about one of these dangerous humanoid robots wrecking havoc in the city. After rapping his knuckles on the door a small bipedal robot that looked like an antique camera with legs leapt up on his shoulders. Metal gear units were standard issue for all Junkers, but he couldn't help but resent the feeling that they were just a way for Central PD to micro-manage his investigation. Through his earpiece it gave a chipper declaration of: "movement detected!"

He waited - no response. "Can you confirm movement?" he asked the metal gear under his breath.

"Yes - one humanoid!"

He knocked again, louder, announcing. "This is Inspector Russ Antioch, I'm just here to ask a few questions. My gear's already sensed your movement… I'm not leaving here until someone opens this door."

"J-Just a minute!" A woman's voice, muffled. He waited, muttering to his gear. "Can you get a read of what she's doing in there?"

"Yes! She has spent a significant portion of time in the northwestern quadrant of the apartment. She now approaches the door."

It opened on squeaking hinges - on the other side stood a lovely woman in a slinky cocktail dress, the black silk flowing across the contours of her gorgeous figure. The neckline plunged low enough to expose her sumptuous cleavage, one strap hanging off her shoulder to show even more of her ripe breast, seemingly ready to burst free at the slightest provocation. Her short green bob swept to the side, much of its falling across her right cheek - apparently trying and conceal the gauze compress applied to her jaw.

"Sorry, was just about to go to bed," she said, furrowing her perfectly manicured green brows in concern. "What's this about?"

Russ pulled out his badge from his coat, flashing it at the woman. "Sorry to disturb you this late, ma'am, but I'm with Central PD. I'd like to speak to Mr. Freddy Nielsen; ask him a few questions, if possible. Is he in at the moment?"

She scanned the badge quickly, biting her lip, her cherry red lipstick expertly applied. "Fred's out at the moment - but I'll let 'im know you came by!" She flashed a halfhearted smile and began to shut the door, "Good night, Inspector!"

"Wait, ma'am," Russ put his foot in the door, releasing a grunt of pain as it struck with more force than he anticipated. "I've already been by the KojiMac downtown office earlier today. Were you aware that he never came to work? Do you know where he is now?"

"No," she said plainly. It didn't look like she was exerting much force on the door, but it felt like he was trying to prop open a bank vault.

"When a man wanted for questioning disappears and the woman at his door doesn't seem to know or care about his whereabouts, that tends to make people in my profession suspicious," Russ said through the pain. "Which means I'll be back in a couple of hours with a warrant and a few more officers, at a time I'm sure you'd much rather be sleeping - so could you at least humour me by answering a couple of questions?"

Her eyes darted from his eyes to his foot, her painted nails slightly scratching the surface of the door. "Alright, Inspector," she finally relented, pulling it open to release his foot, then placing a hand on her hip - she did a nice job of filling the doorframe, barring him from entry - but he certainly don't mind the form of this 'barricade', her long, sleek legs crossing at her juicy thighs, just under the short hem of her silky black dress. "I'm not sure quite where Fred is, but sometimes he misses work. Sometimes he goes out. Is there reason to be concerned?"

"Well, my investigation into his work at KojiMac Industries has given me some reason to be." No reaction there... "Fred was a no-show for a meeting with his manager about some missing parts for a new prototype. He ever talk about work?"

A slight shift of her bare thighs as she adjusted her lean on he door frame - and silence.

"When was the last time you saw him?"

She took her time before finally responding with, "He was gone when I woke up."

"So... you saw him last night?"

"Boy, you really ''are'' a detective."

"What happened here?" he asked, gesturing to his cheek, the same one she had taped with gauze and almost concealed behind a sweep of her emerald bangs.

"Cut myself shaving."

Russ sighed. "I don't love this any more than you do, but would you mind letting me in, just to have a quick look around?" At the obvious displeasure in her gaze, he added, "There's boxes I gotta tick, and like I said before, I'd hate to have to come back when both of us would much rather be in our bed." When she raised an eyebrow, he quickly amended, "Beds! Uh… separate. In our own distinct apartments."

She wasn't having it. Of course, it could be that she just wasn't happy to let a cop into her apartment. Usually his looks carried a little more sway with the ladies, but she wasn't biting.

Then, out of the blue, she was all smiles. "Come in, Inspector... Russ, was it?" she stepped out of the way, holding the door for him. "You'll have to excuse the place, I wasn't ‘’expecting’’ guests..." ‘’there’’ was a tinge of that former acid.

Russ stepped inside the living room of the relatively small apartment, his metal gear skating down his jacket to putter about on the floor. The area was neatly kept, a sunken seating area with fake leather couches, a gas fireplace inset, a modest flatscreen on the wall. A half-wall separated the small dining area and kitchen, and a short hallways lead to a pair of doors - one door barely open, an unlit room where he saw the silhouette of the bed, the other door closed. The 'northwestern quadrant' of the apartment one might call it.

She shut the front door with a bit more force than necessary before stepping into the living room. She crossed the carpet toward a liquor cabinet with a scissoring stride, her cocktail dress hugging the hemispheres of her shapely derrière, its plentiful softness jiggling slightly with every heeled-step. He noticed a discoloration along her right thigh - maybe a birthmark? "Can I get you something to drink?" she asked.

"No, thank you. I don't drink while on duty." The impeccable, unnatural neatness of the place seemed less like two people lived here and more like this was a model apartment.

"You notice anything unusual about Freddy over the last couple weeks, Ms...?"

"Mrs." She turned away from the liquor cabinet. "Nielsen. I figured you would've put that one together, Inspector," she added with a teasing smile.

"I didn't want to presume, Mrs. Nielsen," he replied evenly.

She considered his question with a gentle tapping of a finger to her chin. "But did I notice anything unusual? Let me think... He's always kept to himself. Doesn't talk about work. He can be gone for stretches at a time and doesn't like it if I ask him a lot of questions… So I don't." She sighs, her hand dropping to rest on her hip. "You married, Inpector Russ?"

Russ coughed, realizing he was eying her figure in a manner that he hoped wasn't obvious. "No, uh... not married."

He turned toward the kitchen, noting that despite offering him a drink, Mrs. Nielson made no move to make herself one either. He had to admit he was glad the metal gear was here, recording details he might otherwise miss - especially since he wasn't seeing anything of note aside from this place was so damned ‘’clean’’.

Finally, he stopped by the half-open bedroom door, clearing his throat and asking, "Mind if I take a look in here, Mrs. Nielsen?"

"Lisa," she says, her casualness seeming a bit forced by his estimation. "If you think it'll help, have a look."

He clicked on the light, finding a neatly made bed, its sheets perfectly tucked in, pillows fluffed - this wasn't a bedroom, it was a stock photo.

"Good looking guy like you?" her voice startled Russ, and he turned to see her leaning against the bedroom doorframe, her tantalizing figure carving out a negative space of soft curves around her. "I'd figure somebody would've snatched you up by now." Again, that teasing bite to her tone. "Why, if I weren't married myself..."

"Warning, sensing heart palpitations!" the metal gear chirped into his earpiece. "Are you feeling alright, Inspector Russ?"

"Well, most people don't see past the job," he said as he tried to focus on the investigation, refusing to answer the mechanical babysitter he was saddled with. He delivered his next line casually, making sure he could watch her from the corner of his eye. "If being an investigator at Central PD wasn't enough, they gave me Junker duty... Talk about a conversation killer."

"I would think so!" she said, crossing her arms beneath her ample bosom. "Who wants gun-wielding nutjobs blowing the heads off anyone they 'suspect' is a Snatcher? And besides, those stories about Snatchers all over this city are waaaaaay overblown! Did you know, there was a news report the other day that said there were maybe three still active in the entire city? ''Three''! At that point, if ''I'' were running your department, I'd just close down shop and let them live out their lives... it's not like they're hurting anyone!"

She seemed to be glossing over the fact that they were almost always armed with concealed weaponry and had no reservations about using it. Plus there was always the 'snatching' aspect where they'd kill a human to steal their victim's appearance and identity without missing a beat. "And besides, you know the false positive rate on those metal gears? A lot higher than 'zero'!"

Russ double checked the metal gear's snatcher warning system - it read clean. She was right about false-positives, but the false-negative rate was ''also'' higher than zero. Russ held up his hands, "Look, I'm just doing a job here," he protested. Some snatchers might try to fabricate a unique persona and appearance instead of taking someone else's, but they would inevitably stand out - either something was just ''off'' about their appearance, or they made themselves far too attractive... "One more place to look, then I'll be outta your hair. What's in the room next door?"

Lisa's eyes flashed. "The bathroom... which is ''just'' a bathroom. Haven't you seen enough, Inspector Russ? It's getting late, and I think both of us have things we'd rather be doing."

"I really don't want to come back here," he replied, pointing down at the metal gear now standing before the closed bathroom door like a pet waiting to be let out. "But this lil' guy gets checked by the tech-heads the moment I return to the station. They might not care about my own lack of diligence, but they WILL notice he's scanned every room but one, and then they send me right back here."

Her eyes narrowed as she took in his small robotic companion, the apertures of its own multi-lens gaze whirring as it looked back. Her hand rose to the gauze on her cheek and she grumbled, "Fine… knock yourself out."

Russ opened the door and for once come across signs that someone actually lived here - cabinets opened, bottles, vials, and beauty products scattered around in a stark contrast to the immaculate neatness of the rest of the house… along with a faint plastic scent he immediately recognized.

Putting his toe on a pedal-bin, he saw a discarded container of synth-skin repair gel. Maybe it was innocent. Maybe Lisa just had some cybernetics that needed fixing… His metal gear scampered to the bin, rising up on its metal toes to peer inside when suddenly a searing hole appeared in its head with a flash of sparks, the small robot making a weary keening sound as it teetered and then collapsed on the bathroom tile.

"Oh no, the little guy just blew a fuse!" Lisa gasped, and Russ whirled around to see a faint upturn at the corner of her lips, a trace of smoke drifting between them. "I'm guessing that means you're done here?"

"Yeah… just about ready to wrap things up," Russ answered, his hand already on his holster. He didn't see a gun on her, nor any place she might conceal it in that skimpy dress - could it have something do with her mouth? Even now, smoke still drifted from the corners of her lips, from beneath the gauze patch. She had him pinned, the best he could do was stall. "You mind telling me what really happened with your cheek?"

She chuckled, tearing off the patch and brushing back her green hair - beyond her torn synthetic skin he could see the dark metal of her jaw, a few winking lights from the components within. "What, this? It's nothing! All you need to know is that I'm standing here in front of you, and the one who did this to me isn't." She traced a finger around the damage, flinching slightly as it made contact with the bare metal, giving a slight intake of breath. In that moment, Russ charged at her - her expression flickered and there was suddenly a light shining in the back of her throat.

He made contact just as an energy blast seared the air by his ear. They both bounced off the door, the exposed metal of her cheek splintering the cheap wood and putting off a shower of sparks before they tumbled into the adjacent bedroom.

The snatcher grabbed the detective and lifted him over her head to slam him on the mattress, her body contorting unnaturally until she loomed directly above him, her mouth open, the device within crackling with energy. "Say goodnight, junker!" she cried, her voice reverberating with disdain. Despite the danger, his mind fixated on two things. One, that both straps of her dress had slipped down her shoulders, threatening to fully expose this murderous robot's breasts… and two, that the damage in her cheek seemed to be putting off an awful lot of sparks.

There was a burst of electricity and her head snapped back without firing. Lisa stood wide-eyed and completely stunned, smoke pouring from her mouth, energy crackling about her jaw and temple.

"'It's nothing', eh?" He chuckled as he sprang up to grab her by her shoulders, flipping her into a pin, the motion finally freeing her sizable chest from her dress. The murderous laser in her mouth continued to flicker and pulse angrily, but never managed to fire.

"I still have more th-than enough strength to beat y-you, human!" she barked, her servos squealing in her struggle, seams beginning to tear at her bicep - evidence of a hasty repair job. The cabling of her artificial musculature burst through at her shoulder, flexing as she still fought to overpower him.

Unsure how long he could hold her and still not sure how to shut her down, he tried to stall. "What do you think happens at Central PD when a metal gear gets taken out? There's going to be a SWAT team sent out to its last broadcast location. Unless I call them off, you're going to have them busting down your door!"

She stopped struggling for the moment, her body coming to rest beneath him, her bare breasts settling against the rumpled top of her dress. "Alright, j-j-junker," she growled, sparks continuing to broil in the back of her throat. "I'll bite - what would get you t-to call in, tell 'em your little b-bot is just on the fritz?" Russ was careful not to loosen his grip - he could still feel the power in her servos and coiled musculature.

"First you stop trying kill me."

"I'll have to ask that you give me the same c-c-courtesy," she purred. Russ tensed as he felt her thighs shift beneath him - was she preparing to make a move, or just… getting comfortable? "Let-let's see you make that call, and I'll just lie here, m-tame as a lit-lit-little lamb." She batted her eyelashes, the meek gesture undercut by the exposed metal in her jaw, sparks still issuing from the weapon at the back of her throat.

He sat up, releasing her as he tapped his earpiece - she didn't move, just giving him that same, unnerving smile. "This is Inspector Antioch. My gear just toasted itself… no, no need. I'll submit a report when I get back in an hour." He tapped the earpiece to close the call. "There. No more unwanted guests."

She bit her lip. "So wh-what now, j-junker? You c-c-came all this way t-to destroy me, and now…?"

"I'm just investigating a missing person and potentially some stolen parts. I didn't actually expect to find that his wife was a snatcher."

She grinned, raising one of her immaculately trimmed eyebrows. "Y-you're an odd sorta j-j-junker, aren't you?" He could feel her body relax, the tension going out of her. "S-so maybe you file th-that there was no snatcher." She licked her lips, adding, "M-maybe leave here a little happier than when you c-c-came knocking..."

Despite the obvious sensuality of this snatcher unit, he couldn't help but be caught off guard by her suggestion - especially since it was clear her damage wasn't just cosmetic. Was she still planning on trying to take him out when he was at his most compromised? His eyes lingering on her voluptuous breasts, and then on the damage at her shoulder. ''She probably killed Freddy'', he reminded himself. ''She tried to kill YOU!'' But he still couldn't stop himself from reaching out, grasping the pillowy flesh before him, gently kneading them in his grip as her pink nipples swelled against his palms.

"Th-that's right, inspector, I'm f-fully f-function-''nnnngh''!" She gasped, her back arching, sparks flaring from her throat once more. He couldn't be sure what just happened, but apparently something triggered inside of her. "J-just a bit of un-ex-ex-pected sensory data," she panted, quickly changing the topic. "What w-would central P-PD think if they found out you f-f-fucked a snatcher?"

"They'd be jealous if it was you," he hummed. Deciding to test a theory, he leaned in to kiss her, at the last second planting his lips on the tear of her injured cheek. He tasted metal and the tingling bite of an electric shock while she gave another cry. He heard her throat laser charge again, only to fizzle out in a cascade of sparks, her body shuddering in his grasp. Her right arm spasmed, another hasty repair torn as loose sparking wires revealed themselves, sparks firing across her tensing figure. "In-invalid in-in-input!" she stammered, pulling back from his kiss, the light in her throat still glowing brightly.

He paused, uncertain if he had just broken the snatcher - but after a second's hesitation she lunged at him, tearing at his clothes and jerking her panties down from beneath her cocktail dress.

Soon his pants were off, his cock out, her hand guiding him to her synthetic sex, the sudden hot, wet embrace giving no clear sign of what she truly was. She moaned through her fervent kiss, a strange scent of ozone and plastic flooding his senses.

With some difficulty, he held on to the thought that he would still have to disable her - it was unthinkable that she'd let him leave this place alive, even if some part of her programming seemed to be 'enjoying' this development. He ran his hands along her body, feeling for where she had made repairs, noting a strangely smooth texture on her inner thigh, detecting a thinner her dermal layer across the mechanical joint of her knee… before he knew it, he was thrusting faster, harder into the damaged bot.

"I-I-I have to admmmmmit - nnnngh!" she panted, her servos whining as they sought to match his increasing enthusiasm, "I.. I've b-been eager to en-engage th-this protocol! I-I ‘’ahhh’’!" The lights in her jaw blinked faster, the one at the back of her throat sputtering and putting off sparks. He could feel the repair separating at her thigh, taking a moment to glance down and see severed wires sparking with alarming regularity.

Her hips began to falter, offering an arrhythmic bucking to his steady acceleration. Her voice pitched higher and higher, the lights in her jaw flashing red. Patched-over synth-skin tore on her hands, her knee, the metal machinery inside twitching and sparking under the strain he was putting her through, and he heard a charging capacitor whine suddenly catch in her throat, a light glowing inside.

Russ pulled out of her, flipping her over face-down in the bed, then plunged into her from behind.

"Wh-what a-a-are you-!?" she gasped before her face hit the pillow, her shapely hindquarters shuddering from the impact of his hips. She let out a squeal and her mouth-laser fired, a whirlwind of charred feathers swirling in the air. Russ continued pumping into her, her body suffused with electrical discharge as she gave another cry, another whining charge and a second blast scorching the mattress.

He felt himself tumbling over the precipice of climax, his own unbidden release firing inside her while she spasmed wildly. "C-c-can't.... c-control-!" she managed, only for her laser to fire again and again, until her throat made a strange keening sound. There was a strangled cry, her face illuminated with a flash of greenish light, and then her voice trailing off into a digitized moan, smoke pouring from her mouth and ears as her head slumped face-first into the smoldering mattress. A few errant twitches ran through her still sparking body, but as he struggled to catch his breath, it seemed he had managed to disable the snatcher.

Almost reflexively he reached up to the earpiece to call it in, and then stopped. The drive-scraper at the station would leave her junked for sure, and it was coin toss on whether the data recovered would be usable. Free from the scrutiny of his metal gear, maybe the play was to bring her over to his place, get her back online - try asking her nicely about facts of the case. Besides, this was the first time a snatcher had done him the courtesy of waiting at least five minutes before trying to kill him…

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He was back by the service elevator of his apartment building when he got the call from central, wondering why he hadn't reported back. Opening the trunk of his car, he took in the sight of that gorgeous, damaged machine wrapped in scorched bedsheets.

"I won't be back for a while. Yeah. I’m following a new lead."

Snatcher

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LongTimeLurker: Created page with "== beta / testing / not real page == The Junker stepped out of his patrol vehicle and crossed the rain-slick street to the apartment complex, confirming the apartment number before knocking on the rusted reinforced metal door. He didn't have any solid leads, just a few hints that the man in apartment 202 might know something about one of these dangerous humanoid robots wrecking havoc in the city. After rapping his knuckles on the door a small bipedal robot that looked l..."

== beta / testing / not real page ==

The Junker stepped out of his patrol vehicle and crossed the rain-slick street to the apartment complex, confirming the apartment number before knocking on the rusted reinforced metal door. He didn't have any solid leads, just a few hints that the man in apartment 202 might know something about one of these dangerous humanoid robots wrecking havoc in the city. After rapping his knuckles on the door a small bipedal robot that looked like an antique camera with legs leapt up on his shoulders. Metal gear units were standard issue for all Junkers, but he couldn't help but resent the feeling that they were just a way for Central PD to micro-manage his investigation. Through his earpiece it gave a chipper declaration of: "movement detected!"

He waited - no response. "Can you confirm movement?" he asked the metal gear under his breath.

"Yes - one humanoid!"

He knocked again, louder, announcing. "This is Inspector Russ Antioch, I'm just here to ask a few questions. My gear's already sensed your movement… I'm not leaving here until someone opens this door."

"J-Just a minute!" A woman's voice, muffled. He waited, muttering to his gear. "Can you get a read of what she's doing in there?"

"Yes! She has spent a significant portion of time in the northwestern quadrant of the apartment. She now approaches the door."

It opened on squeaking hinges - on the other side stood a lovely woman in a slinky cocktail dress, the black silk flowing across the contours of her gorgeous figure. The neckline plunged low enough to expose her sumptuous cleavage, one strap hanging off her shoulder to show even more of her ripe breast, seemingly ready to burst free at the slightest provocation. Her short green bob swept to the side, much of its falling across her right cheek - apparently trying and conceal the gauze compress applied to her jaw.

"Sorry, was just about to go to bed," she said, furrowing her perfectly manicured green brows in concern. "What's this about?"

Russ pulled out his badge from his coat, flashing it at the woman. "Sorry to disturb you this late, ma'am, but I'm with Central PD. I'd like to speak to Mr. Freddy Nielsen; ask him a few questions, if possible. Is he in at the moment?"

She scanned the badge quickly, biting her lip, her cherry red lipstick expertly applied. "Fred's out at the moment - but I'll let 'im know you came by!" She flashed a halfhearted smile and began to shut the door, "Good night, Inspector!"

"Wait, ma'am," Russ put his foot in the door, releasing a grunt of pain as it struck with more force than he anticipated. "I've already been by the KojiMac downtown office earlier today. Were you aware that he never came to work? Do you know where he is now?"

"No," she said plainly. It didn't look like she was exerting much force on the door, but it felt like he was trying to prop open a bank vault.

"When a man wanted for questioning disappears and the woman at his door doesn't seem to know or care about his whereabouts, that tends to make people in my profession suspicious," Russ said through the pain. "Which means I'll be back in a couple of hours with a warrant and a few more officers, at a time I'm sure you'd much rather be sleeping - so could you at least humour me by answering a couple of questions?"

Her eyes darted from his eyes to his foot, her painted nails slightly scratching the surface of the door. "Alright, Inspector," she finally relented, pulling it open to release his foot, then placing a hand on her hip - she did a nice job of filling the doorframe, barring him from entry - but he certainly don't mind the form of this 'barricade', her long, sleek legs crossing at her juicy thighs, just under the short hem of her silky black dress. "I'm not sure quite where Fred is, but sometimes he misses work. Sometimes he goes out. Is there reason to be concerned?"

"Well, my investigation into his work at KojiMac Industries has given me some reason to be." No reaction there... "Fred was a no-show for a meeting with his manager about some missing parts for a new prototype. He ever talk about work?"

A slight shift of her bare thighs as she adjusted her lean on he door frame - and silence.

"When was the last time you saw him?"

She took her time before finally responding with, "He was gone when I woke up."

"So... you saw him last night?"

"Boy, you really ''are'' a detective."

"What happened here?" he asked, gesturing to his cheek, the same one she had taped with gauze and almost concealed behind a sweep of her emerald bangs.

"Cut myself shaving."

Russ sighed. "I don't love this any more than you do, but would you mind letting me in, just to have a quick look around?" At the obvious displeasure in her gaze, he added, "There's boxes I gotta tick, and like I said before, I'd hate to have to come back when both of us would much rather be in our bed." When she raised an eyebrow, he quickly amended, "Beds! Uh… separate. In our own distinct apartments."

She wasn't having it. Of course, it could be that she just wasn't happy to let a cop into her apartment. Usually his looks carried a little more sway with the ladies, but she wasn't biting.

Then, out of the blue, she was all smiles. "Come in, Inspector... Russ, was it?" she stepped out of the way, holding the door for him. "You'll have to excuse the place, I wasn't ‘’expecting’’ guests..." ‘’there’’ was a tinge of that former acid.

Russ stepped inside the living room of the relatively small apartment, his metal gear skating down his jacket to putter about on the floor. The area was neatly kept, a sunken seating area with fake leather couches, a gas fireplace inset, a modest flatscreen on the wall. A half-wall separated the small dining area and kitchen, and a short hallways lead to a pair of doors - one door barely open, an unlit room where he saw the silhouette of the bed, the other door closed. The 'northwestern quadrant' of the apartment one might call it.

She shut the front door with a bit more force than necessary before stepping into the living room. She crossed the carpet toward a liquor cabinet with a scissoring stride, her cocktail dress hugging the hemispheres of her shapely derrière, its plentiful softness jiggling slightly with every heeled-step. He noticed a discoloration along her right thigh - maybe a birthmark? "Can I get you something to drink?" she asked.

"No, thank you. I don't drink while on duty." The impeccable, unnatural neatness of the place seemed less like two people lived here and more like this was a model apartment.

"You notice anything unusual about Freddy over the last couple weeks, Ms...?"

"Mrs." She turned away from the liquor cabinet. "Nielsen. I figured you would've put that one together, Inspector," she added with a teasing smile.

"I didn't want to presume, Mrs. Nielsen," he replied evenly.

She considered his question with a gentle tapping of a finger to her chin. "But did I notice anything unusual? Let me think... He's always kept to himself. Doesn't talk about work. He can be gone for stretches at a time and doesn't like it if I ask him a lot of questions… So I don't." She sighs, her hand dropping to rest on her hip. "You married, Inpector Russ?"

Russ coughed, realizing he was eying her figure in a manner that he hoped wasn't obvious. "No, uh... not married."

He turned toward the kitchen, noting that despite offering him a drink, Mrs. Nielson made no move to make herself one either. He had to admit he was glad the metal gear was here, recording details he might otherwise miss - especially since he wasn't seeing anything of note aside from this place was so damned ‘’clean’’.

Finally, he stopped by the half-open bedroom door, clearing his throat and asking, "Mind if I take a look in here, Mrs. Nielsen?"

"Lisa," she says, her casualness seeming a bit forced by his estimation. "If you think it'll help, have a look."

He clicked on the light, finding a neatly made bed, its sheets perfectly tucked in, pillows fluffed - this wasn't a bedroom, it was a stock photo.

"Good looking guy like you?" her voice startled Russ, and he turned to see her leaning against the bedroom doorframe, her tantalizing figure carving out a negative space of soft curves around her. "I'd figure somebody would've snatched you up by now." Again, that teasing bite to her tone. "Why, if I weren't married myself..."

"Warning, sensing heart palpitations!" the metal gear chirped into his earpiece. "Are you feeling alright, Inspector Russ?"

"Well, most people don't see past the job," he said as he tried to focus on the investigation, refusing to answer the mechanical babysitter he was saddled with. He delivered his next line casually, making sure he could watch her from the corner of his eye. "If being an investigator at Central PD wasn't enough, they gave me Junker duty... Talk about a conversation killer."

"I would think so!" she said, crossing her arms beneath her ample bosom. "Who wants gun-wielding nutjobs blowing the heads off anyone they 'suspect' is a Snatcher? And besides, those stories about Snatchers all over this city are waaaaaay overblown! Did you know, there was a news report the other day that said there were maybe three still active in the entire city? ''Three''! At that point, if ''I'' were running your department, I'd just close down shop and let them live out their lives... it's not like they're hurting anyone!"

She seemed to be glossing over the fact that they were almost always armed with concealed weaponry and had no reservations about using it. Plus there was always the 'snatching' aspect where they'd kill a human to steal their victim's appearance and identity without missing a beat. "And besides, you know the false positive rate on those metal gears? A lot higher than 'zero'!"

Russ double checked the metal gear's snatcher warning system - it read clean. She was right about false-positives, but the false-negative rate was ''also'' higher than zero. Russ held up his hands, "Look, I'm just doing a job here," he protested. Some snatchers might try to fabricate a unique persona and appearance instead of taking someone else's, but they would inevitably stand out - either something was just ''off'' about their appearance, or they made themselves far too attractive... "One more place to look, then I'll be outta your hair. What's in the room next door?"

Lisa's eyes flashed. "The bathroom... which is ''just'' a bathroom. Haven't you seen enough, Inspector Russ? It's getting late, and I think both of us have things we'd rather be doing."

"I really don't want to come back here," he replied, pointing down at the metal gear now standing before the closed bathroom door like a pet waiting to be let out. "But this lil' guy gets checked by the tech-heads the moment I return to the station. They might not care about my own lack of diligence, but they WILL notice he's scanned every room but one, and then they send me right back here."

Her eyes narrowed as she took in his small robotic companion, the apertures of its own multi-lens gaze whirring as it looked back. Her hand rose to the gauze on her cheek and she grumbled, "Fine… knock yourself out."

Russ opened the door and for once come across signs that someone actually lived here - cabinets opened, bottles, vials, and beauty products scattered around in a stark contrast to the immaculate neatness of the rest of the house… along with a faint plastic scent he immediately recognized.

Putting his toe on a pedal-bin, he saw a discarded container of synth-skin repair gel. Maybe it was innocent. Maybe Lisa just had some cybernetics that needed fixing… His metal gear scampered to the bin, rising up on its metal toes to peer inside when suddenly a searing hole appeared in its head with a flash of sparks, the small robot making a weary keening sound as it teetered and then collapsed on the bathroom tile.

"Oh no, the little guy just blew a fuse!" Lisa gasped, and Russ whirled around to see a faint upturn at the corner of her lips, a trace of smoke drifting between them. "I'm guessing that means you're done here?"

"Yeah… just about ready to wrap things up," Russ answered, his hand already on his holster. He didn't see a gun on her, nor any place she might conceal it in that skimpy dress - could it have something do with her mouth? Even now, smoke still drifted from the corners of her lips, from beneath the gauze patch. She had him pinned, the best he could do was stall. "You mind telling me what really happened with your cheek?"

She chuckled, tearing off the patch and brushing back her green hair - beyond her torn synthetic skin he could see the dark metal of her jaw, a few winking lights from the components within. "What, this? It's nothing! All you need to know is that I'm standing here in front of you, and the one who did this to me isn't." She traced a finger around the damage, flinching slightly as it made contact with the bare metal, giving a slight intake of breath. In that moment, Russ charged at her - her expression flickered and there was suddenly a light shining in the back of her throat.

He made contact just as an energy blast seared the air by his ear. They both bounced off the door, the exposed metal of her cheek splintering the cheap wood and putting off a shower of sparks before they tumbled into the adjacent bedroom.

The snatcher grabbed the detective and lifted him over her head to slam him on the mattress, her body contorting unnaturally until she loomed directly above him, her mouth open, the device within crackling with energy. "Say goodnight, junker!" she cried, her voice reverberating with disdain. Despite the danger, his mind fixated on two things. One, that both straps of her dress had slipped down her shoulders, threatening to fully expose this murderous robot's breasts… and two, that the damage in her cheek seemed to be putting off an awful lot of sparks.

There was a burst of electricity and her head snapped back without firing. Lisa stood wide-eyed and completely stunned, smoke pouring from her mouth, energy crackling about her jaw and temple.

"'It's nothing', eh?" He chuckled as he sprang up to grab her by her shoulders, flipping her into a pin, the motion finally freeing her sizable chest from her dress. The murderous laser in her mouth continued to flicker and pulse angrily, but never managed to fire.

"I still have more th-than enough strength to beat y-you, human!" she barked, her servos squealing in her struggle, seams beginning to tear at her bicep - evidence of a hasty repair job. The cabling of her artificial musculature burst through at her shoulder, flexing as she still fought to overpower him.

Unsure how long he could hold her and still not sure how to shut her down, he tried to stall. "What do you think happens at Central PD when a metal gear gets taken out? There's going to be a SWAT team sent out to its last broadcast location. Unless I call them off, you're going to have them busting down your door!"

She stopped struggling for the moment, her body coming to rest beneath you, her bare breasts settling against the rumpled top of her dress. "Alright, j-j-junker," she growled, sparks continuing to broil in the back of her throat. "I'll bite - what would get you t-to call in, tell 'em your little b-bot is just on the fritz?" Russ was careful not to loosen his grip - he could still feel the power in her servos and coiled musculature.

"First you stop trying kill me."

"I'll have to ask that you give me the same c-c-courtesy," she purred. Russ tensed as he felt her thighs shift beneath him - was she preparing to make a move, or just… getting comfortable? "Let-let's see you make that call, and I'll just lie here, m-tame as a lit-lit-little lamb." She batted her eyelashes, the meek gesture undercut by the exposed metal in her jaw, sparks still issuing from the weapon at the back of her throat.

He sat up, releasing her as he tapped his earpiece - she didn't move, just giving him that same, unnerving smile. "This is Inspector Antioch. My gear just toasted itself… no, no need. I'll submit a report when I get back in an hour." He tapped the earpiece to close the call. "There. No more unwanted guests."

She bit her lip. "So wh-what now, j-junker? You c-c-came all this way t-to destroy me, and now…?"

"I'm just investigating a missing person and potentially some stolen parts. I didn't actually expect to find that his wife was a snatcher."

She grinned, raising one of her immaculately trimmed eyebrows. "Y-you're an odd sorta j-j-junker, aren't you?" You can feel her body relax, the tension going out of her. "S-so maybe you file th-that there was no snatcher." She licked her lips, adding, "M-maybe leave here a little happier than when you c-c-came knocking..."

Despite the obvious sensuality of this snatcher unit, he couldn't help but be caught off guard by her suggestion - especially since it was clear her damage wasn't just cosmetic. Was she still planning on trying to take him out when he was at his most compromised? His eyes lingering on her voluptuous breasts, and then on the damage at her shoulder. ''She probably killed Freddy'', he reminded himself. ''She tried to kill YOU!'' But he still couldn't stop himself from reaching out, grasping the pillowy flesh before him, gently kneading them in his grip as her pink nipples swelled against his palms.

"Th-that's right, inspector, I'm f-fully f-function-''nnnngh''!" She gasped, her back arching, sparks flaring from her throat once more. He couldn't be sure what just happened, but apparently something triggered inside of her. "J-just a bit of un-ex-ex-pected sensory data," she panted, quickly changing the topic. "What w-would central P-PD think if they found out you f-f-fucked a snatcher?"

"They'd be jealous if it was you," he hummed. Deciding to test a theory, he leaned in to kiss her, at the last second planting his lips on the tear of her injured cheek. He tasted metal and the tingling bite of an electric shock while she gave another cry. He heard her throat laser charge again, only to fizzle out in a cascade of sparks, her body shuddering in his grasp. Her right arm spasmed, another hasty repair torn as loose sparking wires revealed themselves, sparks firing across her tensing figure. "In-invalid in-in-input!" she stammered, pulling back from his kiss, the light in her throat still glowing brightly.

He paused, uncertain if he had just broken the snatcher - but after a second's hesitation she lunged at him, tearing at his clothes and jerking her panties down from beneath her cocktail dress.

Soon his pants were off, his cock out, her hand guiding him to her synthetic sex, the sudden hot, wet embrace giving no clear sign of what she truly was. She moaned through her fervent kiss, a strange scent of ozone and plastic flooding his senses.

With some difficulty, he held on to the thought that he would still have to disable her - it was unthinkable that she'd let him leave this place alive, even if some part of her programming seemed to be 'enjoying' this development. He ran his hands along her body, feeling for where she had made repairs, noting a strangely smooth texture on her inner thigh, detecting a thinner her dermal layer across the mechanical joint of her knee… before he knew it, he was thrusting faster, harder into the damaged bot.

"I-I-I have to admmmmmit - nnnngh!" she panted, her servos whining as they sought to match his increasing enthusiasm, "I.. I've b-been eager to en-engage th-this protocol! I-I ‘’ahhh’’!" The lights in her jaw blinked faster, the one at the back of her throat sputtering and putting off sparks. He could feel the repair separating at her thigh, taking a moment to glance down and see severed wires sparking with alarming regularity.

Her hips began to falter, offering an arrhythmic bucking to his steady acceleration. Her voice pitched higher and higher, the lights in her jaw flashing red. Patched-over synth-skin tore on her hands, her knee, the metal machinery inside twitching and sparking under the strain he was putting her through, and he heard a charging capacitor whine suddenly catch in her throat, a light glowing inside.

Russ pulled out of her, flipping her over face-down in the bed, then plunged into her from behind.

"Wh-what a-a-are you-!?" she gasped before her face hit the pillow, her shapely hindquarters shuddering from the impact of his hips. She let out a squeal and her mouth-laser fired, a whirlwind of charred feathers swirling in the air. Russ continued pumping into her, her body suffused with electrical discharge as she gave another cry, another whining charge and a second blast scorching the mattress.

He felt himself tumbling over the precipice of climax, his own unbidden release firing inside her while she spasmed wildly. "C-c-can't.... c-control-!" she managed, only for her laser to fire again and again, until her throat made a strange keening sound. There was a strangled cry, her face illuminated with a flash of greenish light, and then her voice trailing off into a digitized moan, smoke pouring from her mouth and ears as her head slumped face-first into the smoldering mattress. A few errant twitches ran through her still sparking body, but as he struggled to catch his breath, it seemed he had managed to disable the snatcher.

Almost reflexively he reached up to the earpiece to call it in, and then stopped. The drive-scraper at the station would leave her junked for sure, and it was coin toss on whether the data recovered would be usable. Free from the scrutiny of his metal gear, maybe the play was to bring her over to his place, get her back online - try asking her nicely about facts of the case. Besides, this was the first time a snatcher had done him the courtesy of waiting at least five minutes before trying to kill him…

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He was back by the service elevator of his apartment building when he got the call from central, wondering why he hadn't reported back. Opening the trunk of his car, he took in the sight of that gorgeous, damaged machine wrapped in scorched bedsheets.

"I won't be back for a while. Yeah. I’m following a new lead."

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=Part 1=
“Would you look at the ass on this elf!?”

Max glanced over from his work to see Anne lifting the skirt of the “Christmas Elf” he had just unboxed. Beneath her frilled green hem, jingling with tiny brass bells, he saw the elf’s shapely contours in stark detail. He was almost mesmerized by the way the red and white of her candy-striped tights stretched across the smooth, round surfaces of her cheeks.

“Uh… yep!” Max agreed, hastily forcing his attention back to prying open the next crate.

“’Yep?’ You see the plum pudding they gave Jingle here, and all you can say is, ‘Yep?!’”

“What am I supposed to say?” he grunted, prying open another corner of the human-sized wooden crate. That ass is not half as nice as yours? Even in her uniform’s drab khakis, Anne’s generous hips and bountiful backside could not be suppressed, its tantalizing swells and the precise curvature of her panty line seared into his mind’s eye.

“I dunno, maybe show some enthusiasm for just how horny this setup is going to be? Oh shit,” she gasped. “These elves are kinda stacked… and I think they even gave them nipples! C’mon Max, check this out - I know you’re a breast man!”

He felt his face flush as he glanced up again, his eyes inadvertently but inevitably finding Anne’s full, round, and perfect breasts, an enticing glimpse of pale cleavage peeking through the unbuttoned grey of her work polo. She beamed as she tested the blankly-staring elf’s chest, her apple-cheeks glowing from a wide grin. “I’m kinda busy here,” Max muttered, starting on the last corner of the crate.

“Jeez, what’s with you tonight?” she asked, moving on to explore the robotic elf’s nearly identical ‘sister’, Sprinkles.

“This just wasn’t how I planned on spending my Friday night!” The crate’s lid groaned as it came loose with a final pry.

“Somewhere you’d rather be than an empty mall with the E-Cell assistant manager and salesperson of the month for November?” Anne asked, a faint pout not entirely sarcastic in her voice.

He dropped the crowbar, startling them both as it hit the floor with a metal clang. “Sorry,” he said, meeting her dark brown eyes. “It’s not you, I just had this sprung on me last minute. Why are you stuck here, anyway? Is Troy picking you up?”

“Maybe I just want to spend some quality time with my work-husband,” she said airily, going back to prodding the elf-bot. Max felt relief when a smile returned to her pink lips. She was right, he should be enjoying a late-night hang with her. Despite seeing her regularly throughout the day, it was nice to be around her after closing. She was so much more relaxed, none of that ‘sales-mode’ she seemed to be stuck in during mall hours. At night, she’d let her dark, auburn hair fall down over her shoulders, undo the top buttons on her shirt... he shook his head, refocusing on the task at hand.

“You know what I think it is?” Max asked aloud, pushing aside the wooden lid. “It’s that last year, we had a human Santa.”

“Buddy, if you’re lamenting the displacement of the human workforce by horny robots…“ she manipulated Sprinkles’ arms until the droid was grabbing its own breasts, “…then you’re a little late to the party.”

“Yeah, yeah, I saw the new girl at the sunglasses store.” A supermodel fitted with cheekbones that had to have been machine-milled.

“The sunglasses girl is when you noticed? Not the garden store? Not Teddy Bear Palace? That artisanal olive oil place? Every barista at every Star Roast? The inform-”

“Wait, olive-oil girl is a robot?!” Max exclaimed. “But she’s always eating those sticky buns!” A second later. “Wait, is the sticky buns guy a robot?”

Anne snorted. “Of course he is. “ While adjusting the elf’s jaw into a rapturous grin, she muttered, “Still wouldn’t mind him stickying my buns, though…”

“But wait, you’re saying they built a robot that craves pastries?”

“And that sells overpriced olive oil! The latest bots do all sorts of ‘behavioral emulations’, ways to appear human so apathetic shoppers and particularly dense IT workers don’t kick up a fuss while all the flesh-and-blood staff are replaced by plastic-and-oil sales drones.”

Max sighed. “Man, I thought I had a real rapport with olive-oil girl.”

“That must be why you call her as ‘olive-oil girl’,” she muttered, carefully tilting the elf’s head back.

“We’re not on a first name basis or anything, but…”

Anne rolled her eyes. “Did you buy some artisanal olive oil from her?”

“Some citrus-infused vinegar, actually,” Max said, a little defensive.

“That is the entire basis of your ‘rapport’, an if-else statement that runs flirt dot E.X.E whenever you pay a five-hundred percent markup.” She finished posing the elf who now appeared to be having a religious experience while grabbing her breasts. “Whereas our relationship will always be strictly unprofessional, and I would never have it tainted by something as tawdry as commerce.”

“You made me fix your broken phone last week!”

“Yes, but I didn’t pay you for it!” she said with prim satisfaction, moving on to pose Jingle.

Max shook his head, glancing at the paper taped to the Styrofoam lid inside the crate, warnings in bold and italics stressing the importance of immediately updating Mrs. Claus after unpacking her. “Robots everywhere… I can’t believe I didn’t notice…”

Anne sidled up next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, cheer up! Is it the existential crisis that's got you down? Or is it olive-oil girl being less Olive, and more oil?”

“You are the literal worst,” Max groaned, trying not to give her the satisfaction of a smile. “Just help me get Mrs. Claus on her feet.”

“Ooh!” Anne exclaimed excitedly, stopping Max before he could remove the inner lid. “Do you think she’s, like, a super sexy dominatrix Mrs. Claus? Because after those two elves…”

“I’m guessing the Eastbrook Mall opted for the more traditional ‘milk-and-cookies granny’.” He pulled up the lid and was a little disappointed to see he was correct. Inside was a quintessential grandmother dressed in red velvet trimmed with white fur, a pair of gold-rimmed spectacles perched on her bulbous nose.

“OK,” Anne said, only slightly deterred, “but what kind of ass is she working with?”

“Probably more prune than plum,” Max replied, the two of them lifting the inert figure out of the crate. “Plug her in, would ya?” He picked up the control tablet, ‘Mrs. Claus’ appearing in the list of devices beneath Jingle and Sprinkles as soon as Anne attached the power cord. He was surprised at the myriad options available when he selected her – among them, a particular slider caught his eye.

“Hey, Anne,” he called, his finger poised.

“Hm?” she asked, pulling her head from beneath Mrs. Claus’s dress.

“Check this out.” Max ramped the slider all the way down – in response, the machinery within Mrs. Claus hummed to life. Her skin drew tight across her as she stood up straight from her stooped posture, her shawl parting slightly from the swell of a bosom filling the blouse beneath. Her gray curls loosened into golden ringlets beneath her lacey bonnet, framing the face of a beautiful woman at least fifty years younger than the one they had unpacked.

After a moment of stunned silence, Anne stalked toward him. “Give! Me! That!” she demanded, snatching the tablet out of his hands.

“Don’t fuck with her too much,” Max cautioned. “I haven’t updated her yet, and-“

“I can’t believe this!” Anne exclaimed, her fingers flitting across the settings screen. “Who knew Mrs. Claus was so into discipline!” She guffawed, then quickly pulled the tablet away when Max tried to see what she was doing. “When I’m done!” Max stepped back, watching with growing curiosity while Anne continued to adjust settings, muttering to herself, “Some of this… definitely this… why, Mrs. Claus, I had no idea!”

“We should probably update her, though…” Max tried again.

Anne ignored him, running her finger swiftly up and down the tablet's surface. The statuesque beauty suddenly withered back to the kind-faced septuagenarian, then immediately springing into her young, gorgeous incarnation. “Naughty! Nice!” Anne repeated as the droid shrank and grew between the two extremes, machinery inside her facilitating this repeated transformation starting to whine and hiss. “Wait, are her boobs getting bigger every time I do this?” Anne muttered, going faster still.

“Anne, I can see smoke!” Max cried, snatching the tablet from her.

“But I’m not done!” she exclaimed in manic glee, snatching it back. “Just let me-“ the tablet suddenly fell from their hands, cracking sharply against the concrete floor.

“Fuck,” Max summarized, looking between the shattered screen and a young, busty Mrs. Claus, smoke wisping from beneath her red bonnet.

“Max…” Anne started, but was cut off by the metronomic clacking of stiletto heels.

Both her and Max turned to the fast-approaching Evangeline Eastbrook, the mall’s heiress, proprietor, manager, spokeswoman, figurehead – her position wasn’t entirely clear, but what Max did know was that she was his superior many times over, and her sudden appearance never made things easier for him.

“What is this shit?!” she demanded, gesturing at the smoldering, voluptuous blond robot and the lewdly displayed elf.

“Ms. Eastbrook, you’re looking lovely this evening!” Anne attempted. It was true, but when wasn’t it? Evangeline was always immaculately put together, a mannequin perfectly proportioned for the sheer pencil skirt suits she wore. There was never a hair out of place in her severe platinum bob, her austere makeup applied with laser-precision across a face no wrinkle or laugh line would dare besmirch.

She turned to Anne. “E-Cell is starting its new holiday promotion tomorrow.”

“Right as ever, Ms-“

“Then why are you here?”

“Just… helping…” Anne finished meekly. With an apologetic look toward Max, she turned and left, managing her departure with some dignity for the first few steps before breaking into an all-out sprint back to her store.

“And I repeat,” Evangeline stated, the weight of her full attention shifting back to Max. “What. Is. This. Shit?”

“We… I fucked up. Completely! But I promise, this will all be fixed by the time we open!” Her perfect lashes closed slightly, focusing her gaze into a drill-press that Max could feel at the exact midpoint between his eyes. “er… fixed before we open! Hours before we open!”

Finally, Evangeline relented. “Let’s hope that you do,” she said, striding over to Sprinkles and restoring the elf to a more natural pose. “And I want these two ‘elves’ plugged into my security system ASAP.”

“...Security?”

“They’re supposedly Holdfast compatible. If so, I could use them in the off-season for patrol and incident response.” Max was having trouble imagining the spritely pair hauling off some rowdy drunk, even if they did lose the tights and bells. “And I want to know if they’re actually going to work, or if I need to send them back.”

“You can count on me,” Max said, trying not to stress over the myriad compatibility issues he was bound to face, given their security system was a few updates behind.

“I suppose we’ll see, won’t we?” Evangeline said coldly before turning away, the clack of her heels echoing in his mind long after her departure.

“Well,” Max sighed, retrieving the cracked and glitching tablet from the ground. “Time to get to work.”

=Part 2=
“Happy Holidays, Jingle is online!” Jingle the elf cheered to no one in particular, flinging her arms wide in untamed exuberance. She fixed Max with her twinkling hazel eyes and said, “To continue with the setup process, please accept the license agreement on your tablet, OK?”

Max glanced between the grinning bot’s radiant plastic smile and the cracked screen – of course the EULA was hidden behind streaks of broken diodes.

“Do you have a vocal setup process?” Max asked after a few blind taps on what might have been the EULA’s accept button yielded no results.

“Sure, do!” she said with a giggle. “I’ll just need the setup passphrase! You’ll find it, along with several other helpful resources, in the packet marked ‘Start Here.’”

Max sifted through the quick-start guides and colorful offers for upgrades and accessories to transform them into witches, pilgrims, ‘secret shoppers’... He eventually found the card he was looking for. “Um… Register Jingle four X seven… pumpernickel, gumdrop, Vixen.”

She gave a slight shiver, then dove into a somersault, springing up with her bells jingling inches away from him. “Now it’s time to get me hooked up to your network!” she announced, though Max wondered exactly how her programming was guiding her, and why it would have her standing at a distance that could only be described as ‘intimate’. He watched her smiling face, its faintly artificial sheen offset by a smattering of freckles, waiting for her to give some indication why she was this close. But she only stood there, eyes twinkling as they looked into his.

Telling himself he just wanted to ‘see what would happen’, he leaned down to kiss the fay-faced robot on her smiling lips. Immediately she stood on her toes to meet him with a chaste peck, but this was followed by a coy smile that seemed to promise more. “Perhaps you’d like to unwrap your present early…” she said demurely, a finger toying with the ends of her choppy pixie cut.

Max cleared his throat and took a step back, reminding himself that he still needed this job, and getting intimate with the Christmas Elf bot when he had a looming deadline was probably not the best use of his time. “Please connect to network E-M underscore-”

“Sorry?” she said, wearing a confused expression.

“Um… can we resume setup? Y’know, connecting you to our network?”

“Of c-course!” she stammered, her head ticking before her cheery smile returned. “Let’s c-continue with my s-setup!”

“It’s network E-M underscore H-F, and I’ve got the security image… here.” He thumbed through the authenticator on his work phone, showed her the swirling security image. She stared at it, her eyes flashing briefly.

“This is a Holdfast enabled security network. Would you like me to enable my integrated security functionality?”

Max dared to hope it might be just this easy. “Yes, please do.”

She shifted her weight slightly, her face taking on an alarmed expression. “Uh-oh! It looks like you’re not on the latest version! You’ll have to update your Holdfast Security Software before we can continue!”

“Uh… admin override?” he tried.

“Sorry, I don’t know what you mean!”

Max was certain he couldn’t get the network software upgraded in the hours remaining, given that he had been running into strange errors whenever had he attempted over the past week. A wild thought occurred to him, and he approached the elf again, putting his arms around her waist.

“But if you’d like to take a break from the setup process,” she whispered.

“Please try connecting again,” Max said, and she adopted a confused expression before responding with a hesitant, “O-OK!” Max immediately kissed her fully on the lips, feeling an electric shudder course through the bot. When he finally broke from her, she wore a distant, glazed expression.

“C-connectionnnn… up-updaaaate…re-re-re-re-re-re-”

“Try connecting again for me?”

After a long pause, she gave him a vacant smile. “Connection es-st-stablished!”

Max gave a fist pump, daring to hope he might actually sort this out. “Can you configure the other elf?”

“Of course!” Jingle pranced over to the other elf, taking hold of both of her hands. A moment later, Sprinkles’s eyes flew open, her face mirroring her partner’s sugary smile. “Sprinkles is on-line!”

Hoping to carry the momentum, Max said, “OK, now activate Mrs. Claus!”

“You got it!” “Right away!” The two elves skipped over to the busty and broken Mrs. Claus, each taking one of her hands. Jingles looked at the other elf and frowned. “Uh-oh! It looks like Mrs. Claus might need some T.L.C!”

“But don’t worry!” Sprinkles continued. “We can take care of the return process and have her back her, lickity-split!”

“No, no!” Max exclaimed, running up to them. “I need her tonight!”

“Thanks to our fast and easy return process, we can have a replacement shipped within hours, with a guaranteed arrival time of two business days!” Jingle and Sprinkles were already maneuvering Mrs. Claus back into her box, although her youthful and curvaceous transformation was making the fit into the granny-mold packaging difficult. “And if you’ve been watching the calendar as closely as we have, you’ll know that still leaves plenty of time for holiday fun!” Sprinkles gave him a wink that he could only interpret as deliberately antagonizing.

“Before we order the replacement, can you just… let me try to fix her first?”

“I’m sorry, but that would violate her warranty!” Sprinkles said with effusive holiday cheer.

As he considered how kissing might be used to alter their directives once more, Max decided to take a slightly more practical route. “Um… hey, can the two of you do a quick patrol of the mall? Before we handle her return?”

“Of course we can!” Jingle said without hesitation, taking Sprinkles’s hand. “C’mon, Sprinkles!”

Max watched the two elves go skipping off, having his doubts about their off-season utility as guards. “That’s Evangeline’s problem…” Turning back to the awkwardly sprawled Mrs. Claus, half-stuffed into her packaging, Max walked over and tried powering her on with a prolonged press on the back of her neck. He heard a troubling buzzing sound emanating from inside her, culminating in a sharp electric pop! Immediately regretting his decision, Max was about to power her off again when her eyes fluttered open. She stared outward vacantly for several seconds before Max asked, “Mrs. Claus? Are you online?”

Her eyes narrowed, fixing him with a contemptuous glare. “Someone has been a very naughty boy!”

Max chuckled. “You don’t know the half of <urk!>” Mrs. Claus’s hand shot out, gripping his throat as she extracted herself from her packaging.

“And someone needs to be taught some respect!” she continued, drawing herself up on her feet. Max immediately regretted letting Anne have the tablet at all, certain that this combination of a haughty and imposing Mrs. Claus was entirely her doing.

“Power off!” Max wheezed, clutching at her grip. Dozens of protocols and safety features have intervened before her hand exerted even the slightest pressure on his neck, but clearly there were a number of things not quite right with this bot.

“Every year, children around the world conduct themselves with d-dig-dignity and obedience,” she continued, ignoring his command as a slight electric stutter marred her speech.

“S-stop choking me!”

She dropped him to the ground, planting a black leather boot upon his chest and forcing him on his back when he tried to sit up. “And here you are, flaunting their example by reveling in wickedness and perversity!”

“Mrs. Claus, help!” Max tried, hoping to trigger the aid protocol that was present in almost every ‘bot.

“I intend to!” she said in a discomforting whisper, leaning forward with her golden ringlets spilling over her shoulders, her large bust gently shifting beneath a blouse whose straining buttons were poised to be sent flying at any moment. “And that begins with the fun-fun-fundamentallllsszzz-“ her blue eyes crossed, a whisp of smoke drifting from her scowling lips, and Mrs. Claus froze. Max quickly tried to push her boot off his chest, but this only succeeded in destabilizing the bot. With a squeal from her protesting servos, Mrs. Claus collapsed on top of him, her chest smothering his face.

Under most other circumstances, Max would be delighted to be buried in such an ample bosom, silicon or no – but even ignoring the job he needed to do, this bot was proving to be far too unstable for comfort. Pushing her juddering form to one side, he scrambled on all fours for her packaging to find her administrator pass-phrase, only to feel a hand grab him by the ankle.

“Wheerrrrrre d-do you think you’re g-g-going?” she asked, pulling him effortlessly across the polished mall flooring before sitting heavily upon his back.

“Oof! Mrs. Claus, you need to power down, you’re dangerously malfunctioning and-“ Max’s cut his desperate plea short when he heard another voice sounding even more frustrated than his own.

“You’re not listening, I work here!”

Glancing behind him past the blonde bot perched upon his back, he saw Anne being dragged toward the display by Jingle and Sprinkles, the elf ‘sisters’ smiling pleasantly despite Anne’s protests.

“What are you two doing?!” Max exclaimed. “Let her go!”

The two bots immediately complied, though Sprinkles began, “This unit is running compromised software and presents a severity one threat to-“

“Yes, I’ll update you as soon as I can!” Max interrupted, watching as Anne’s own panic-stricken face gave way to wide-eyed amazement at his current predicament.

“So, uh, Max. How’s the setup going?”

Delivering a quick swat to Max’s backside, Mrs. Claus responded, “Max has been a very naughty b-boy!”

“He has, hasn’t he?” Anne said with a smirk. “If only someone could teach him some discipline.”

Mrs. Claus gave an arch laugh that quickly became corrupted with static.

“What the fuck, Anne!?” Max gasped. “This is… she’s…here, there’s an admin passphrase in her box, just read it to her and get her the fuck off of me.”

“Now, when you say, ‘in her box’,” Anne recoiled at the look Max gave her and stepped over to Mrs. Claus’s packaging, rummaging through it while the buxom blonde produced another series of sparks from her absently staring head. “OK!” Anne announced, pulling out a stiff piece of card stock. “Listen up Mrs. Claus X twenty-three… `Candy-Cane, Tinsel, Donner, Dew-Drop.’”

Mrs. Claus shuddered, giving off more sparks. “W-would you like to begin the setup process?” she asked calmly.

Anne chewed her lip for a moment, ignoring the initially incredulous and then desperate shakes of Max’s head. “Mmm… how about first you punish that very naughty boy you’re sitting on.”

“Oh my god, Anne!” Max gasped, trying to wriggle out beneath the Mrs. Claus-bot while she quickly pinned him to the floor.

Anne smirked. “Hey, you started this when you sent the elves after me…”

“That wasn’t on purpose!”

She shrugged. “It also wasn’t as funny.”

Mrs. Claus leaned in close, whispering, “This will go much better for you if you j-just accept your punishment…”

“Alright, Anne,” Max muttered, craning his neck to see the two stock-still elf-bots. “Jingle! Sprinkles! Whatever Mrs. Claus does to me, I want you to do to Anne!”

Anne looked confused for a moment right before the elves pounced on her, knocking her to the mall floor and then sitting across her back in tandem.

“Touché,” muttered Anne, looking across the vinyl floor at her similarly compromised co-worker.

“Balls in your court,” Max remarked, patiently waiting for her to end this. But when she only grinned at him, Max was forced to admit he had grossly underestimated what she was willing to tolerate.

=Part 3=
“What are you waiting for?!” Anne asked the shuddering Mrs. Claus. In response, the buxom bot sat upright with a whir, raised a hand, and brought it swiftly down upon Max’s backside in a sharp swat across his trousers. While Max recoiled from the strike, the elf-bots did as he had instructed and mirrored the motion, a pair of slaps across Anne’s larger posterior. Anne only grinned and said, “Mrs. Claus, I think Max’s pants are getting in the way of proper punishment.”

“Anne, what the fuck!? This looks bad enough as it is – but if Evangeline finds us with… stop that!” Mrs. Claus dutifully began to work at his button and zipper, her stiff mechanical fingers overpowering his own attempts to remain fully clothed until she tore his khakis free with a sharp tug. Across from him, it seemed Anne was actually helping the elves, wriggling her hips as they both drew her own khakis across her wide curves – and he couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of her black panties, their elastic biting into the plush expanse of an ass that fully lived up to his embarrassingly frequent imaginings.

A sudden slap across his boxers stunned him from his reverie, and the two elves spanking Anne stunned him back into it. He felt confused, aroused, and incredibly frustrated at this predicament, calling out, “Anne! What is it you’re trying to do here?!”

She flashed a knowing grin, biting her lip when the elves swatted her rump once more in response to Mrs. Claus’s continued punishment. “Can’t you just enjoy the moment?” Seeing his forlorn expression, she sighed, and said, “You know, all you’d have to do is spank her right back.”

“Wha? How?!” In what was meant to be a demonstration of futility, he attempted moving his arms to reach Mrs. Claus’s butt where it sat upon his waist, only to discover he actually could. Abandoning his complaint of the impossibility of it, he instead argued the practicality: “And what exactly is that supposed to accomplish!?”

“Just give it a go!”

Not expecting much, Max contorted his arm and blindly delivered as solid a swat on Mrs. Claus’s curvaceous rump as he could. Beneath her woolen coat, he felt the give of her plastic backside, followed by the bot sitting bolt upright. There was a looping buzzing sound, every time ending in a sharp electric snap. “What’s happening?” Max asked.

“In simple terms,” Anne explained, “you attempted to reverse her role from dom to sub, but it looks like she’s having some trouble switching gears. In fact, she seems to be locked in a feedback loop that’s only going to end when her CPU overheats to the point of igniting her inadequately shielded cranial battery pack.”

“She’s going to explode because I touched her butt!?”

“To be fair, you spanked that ass! And to even fair-er, she was not in a good state when this whole thing kicked off.”

“When you made her tackle me!” Max said, writhing out from beneath the bot as she sank on her haunches, her head twitching, smoke beginning to leak from her mouth and ears. “Mrs. Claus, shut down! Power off! Emergency shut down!” he tried, almost tripping over his pants as he scrambled to her packaging and frantically flipped through the minimal ‘quick-start’ guide for some clue on how to power her off.

“Just sit back and watch the show!” Anne suggested, still pinned by the two elves with her own khakis around her thighs.

“If Mrs. Claus literally explodes, I’m fucking done here!” Max ran over to the smoldering bot, putting his fingers beneath her chin and at her temples, pressing firmly for several seconds. He only felt her becoming warmer to the touch as one of her eyes squinted at him. “N-naught-t-tyyyy b-b-boyyyy!”

Anne rolled her eyes. “So you lose your job at a place that has fired ninety percent of its human staff only a few months before they figure out how to shitcan the remaining ten?”

“IF that happens, that’s two months where I can still make rent!” Max leaped back from Mrs. Claus at the sudden eruption of sparks. There was a fizzling sound, and Mrs. Claus’s head shot from side to side, strands of her synthetic her blonde hair wilting from the heat. “Naught-t-t-tyyy not-not-not niiiiice not naughty not naught nice not-“ she squealed in an increasingly high-pitched tone. With a final chastising look at Max and a clear pronouncement of “Naughty!”, her head went up in an almost festive explosion of tinsel and flame.

Max uncoiled from his defensive crouch, staring at the smoke and sparks still pouring from the jagged remnants of the robotic Mrs. Claus’s neck, when he heard a voice shriek, “What in the name of God is happening here?!” The rapid clacking of Evangeline’s approach sent Max’s already frazzled nerves into a state of sheer panic. Even Anne appeared flustered, hastily working at her phone.

Knowing this was an entirely lost cause, that there was nothing he could say or do that would change the outcome, Max sheepishly pulled up his ripped pants and said, “Ms. Eastbrook, there is an explanation...”

“For why Mrs. Claus’s head just exploded? For why those two elves are straddling Miss Keyes’s pelvis? Perhaps there is even a very good reason why her trousers are currently around her knees?”

“Elves on a pelvis,” Anne muttered to herself, still working at her phone.

“Is there something you wish to to add, Miss Keyes?” Evangeline snapped.

Something seemed to have changed in Anne, her attention entirely focused on her phone as her thumbs worked furiously at the screen. “Actually, yeah,” she said, working up the courage. “Max, I wanted to give this to you as a Christmas present, and I know it’s only November, but…”

“Enough!” Evangeline shouted. “I want both of you t-to.” She had a sudden nervous tick, cleared her throat, and began again. “I want b-b-both of of yooouuuu-“ Her words came at a slow drawl, her face locking into a sneer. Max didn’t know what to think - Was she having an aneurysm?!

“Unit compromised!” Jingles and Sprinkles both exclaimed, leaping up from Anne to rush toward Evangeline.

“What are you – get off of me!” Evangeline suddenly came to, trying to push the elf-bots away as they took her by either arm. “Max! Get control of these things!”

“Stop! Jingle, Sprinkles, let her go!” Max shouted, darkly amazed that the situation was still somehow getting worse for him and Anne. “Anne, are you controlling them?!”

“Not even a little!” Anne said, making no attempt to hide the delight in her voice.

“Sorry, but this unit must be powered down,” Jingle said, struggling to maintain her hold on Evangeline.

“And quarantined from the network!” Sprinkles added.

“Then power down!” Max commanded, rushing to aid his very-soon-to-be-ex boss.

“Unable to comply!” they both squealed in unison. “I am engaged in an active severity one security incident!”

“Max!” Evangeline hissed, her face contorted into a level of fury he had never before witnessed. “Get these two bots under control NOW!“

“Right! Uh…” resorting to the only thing that had worked before, Max swallowed and grabbed each of the elves by their surprisingly soft backsides, delivering a firm squeeze with both hands. Jingle and Sprinkles abruptly stopped grappling with Evangeline, jolting upright with an expression somewhere between, “Holiday Cheer” and “Unexpected Groping Exception.”

“Jingle? Sprinkles?” Max said, giving the springy material in each hand a vigorous massage, feeling their skin-tight leggings slipping across their smooth artificial skin. “Prepare to transfer administrative rights to Evangeline Eastbrook. Ms. Eastbrook, could you identify?”

“Yes, I’m Evangeline Eastbrook!” she barked, finally able to pull her arms free, beads of sweat forming on her formerly implacable brow.

“Initiate rights transfer now,” Max said, hoping this would work and that whatever madness was infecting them, they wouldn’t be able to take direct action against their admin. He drew back his hands and gave them each a spank for good measure.

“Transferred!” chirped Jingle, beaming like a maniac.

“T-transferrred!” Sprinkles voiced a half-second later. She suddenly turned to her partner and said, “Error – unit is under the control of a compromised A.I”

“Error!” Jingle responded, reminding Max of a petulant child as she repeated her companion’s line verbatim. “Unit is under the control of a-ack!” Her voice was cut short when Sprinkles lunged at her, and the two Elf robots immediately became locked in a wrestling match amid the high-pitched squeals of their vocalizations and their servos.

“I am fucking done with this shit!” Evangeline said, stepping around the two grappling bots to confront Max.

Shrinking from her approach, he pointed behind her and said, “If you don’t do something, they’re gonna tear each other to bits!” At that very moment, he saw Jingle rip open Sprinkle’s blouse, presumably trying to gain access to her core access panel.

“GOOD!” Evangeline roared. “Because THAT would be an easy warranty case to make! Whereas I don’t know HOW I’m going to explain what the two of you have done to Mrs. Claus.”

“Max introduced a conflict in her directive-“

“Anne, SHUT UP!”

“jus sayin’…”

Behind Evangeline, Jingle tossed aside the shredded remnants of Sprinkles’s top, exposing her candy-cane striped bra, while Sprinkles has managed to remove the same undergarment from her partner, Jingle’s pert plastic breasts bouncing wildly in the melee.

“Can we just get this over with,” Max asked, tearing his attention away from the robotic-Christmas-elf fight to the death. “I’m fired, right?”

“Obviously!” Evangeline paused, brushing the sweat from her forehead. “What’s more, you’ll be facing felony charges for what you’ve done here!”

Max flinched. “Wh-what felonies?!”

“Mmmmm,” Anne piped up, still lying on the ground, focused on her phone. “I’ll show you the list.”

“Anne, would you please start taking this seriously?” Max hissed.

“Neutra-tralize-lized!” Jingle announced, her fist now embedded in the chest of her counterpart, Sprinkles staring at the opening into her electronic inner workings with the same enthusiasm that she had exhibited since being powered on. Her bright eyes became crossed, smoke wafting from her smiling pink lips, as she squeaked, “Ha-happy me-merry en-en-enjoy hol-hol-holidayyyyy sea-sea-seasonnnnnn-!” Jingle tore her arm free, wrenching the core and most of its housing from the bot’s cavity. Sprinkles wavered for a few seconds before tipping forward, hitting the flooring hard with a plastic crunch. Jingle stood, twitching and topless, her tattered green dress falling away to leave her in nothing but her torn candy-stripe leggings and her jingling elf-shoes.

Evangeline seemed annoyed that she was still operational, but also seemed incredibly fatigued by the entire ordeal. “Elf-bot!” she demanded, loosening a button on her blouse while fanning herself with her free hand. “Take these two idiots to loss prevention.” She faced Max while the topless robotic elf took his arm, and said, “You both can wait there until the police arrive.”

“Mmmm,” Anne piped up again, still on her phone. “Not happening.”

“And why is th-that?” Evangeline stammered, hardly able to contain her fury, and frustrated even further when Jingle seemed to grind to a halt.

“Merry Christmas, Max!” Anne announced, tapping her phone. Max heard the mall powering up as shutters opened, store lights flicked on, and a banal holiday instrumental filled the air.

“What are you doing?” Max asked.

“Activating a virus in every bot – well, almost every bot – in the mall.”

Max glanced around nervously as various sales droids emerged from supply closets and storage rooms in a strange processional – dozens of beautiful sales droids vacantly opening up their respective shops. “What virus?” he asked.

“For that, I’ll turn to Miss Eastbrook’s to help explain. Or rather, demonstrate.” Max slowly turned from Anne to Evangeline, the ever-impeccably-dressed administrator undoing a second button on her blouse, frantically fanning herself, no longer following their conversation.

“Miss Eastbrook is… she’s a…?”

Above Evangeline’s tanned cleavage, a vent suddenly sprang open, and Max heard a number of fans wining in desperation.

=Part 4=
“You’ve d-done something to the climate control system!” Evangeline growled, the sudden vent on her chest going without notice or comment.

“I guess you could say that?” Anne said, finally putting her phone down and resting her chin on her arms, watching her manager with a look amusement. “Like in a very, very localized sense…”

Evangeline removed her jacket, her white blouse becoming translucent from the profusion of sweat – or coolant – beading across her body. “Whatever you’ve d-d-done,” she snarled at Anne. “t-turn it back down!”

“Is she – is she going to end up like Mrs. Claus?” Max could not stand Miss Eastbrook, but even if she was a robot, she was something more complex than the one that now sat headless only a few feet from her. It didn’t feel right just to watch her get destroyed.

Anne cocked her head. “Are you, like, actually worried about the fate of our tyrannical robot oppressor?”

“Yes?” Max said. “Like, she seems… she’s… she managed to fool both of us!”

“Let’s be real, every bot in this mall had you fooled. And not a single one of them has an ounce more computational power than that topless elf.” Jingle glanced down at Anne at the mention of ‘elf’, but displayed no further sign of comprehension.

Evangeline also didn’t seem to be following the conversation at this point, breathing heavily and fanning herself at a near impossible speed with both hands over the shrill scream of her internal cooling system.

“But she’s a lot more advanced than any of them, right?”

Anne’s incredulous expression faded, replaced by a look so sweet that he was certain she was about to eviscerate him with a sarcastic quip – but instead, she picked up her phone and quietly said, “Oh Max, you big softy…”

Suddenly, Evangeline froze, her head shivering into a confused stare while her fans seemed to be spinning down.

“What happened?”

“I got her out of there,” Anne said. “So whenever you feel like restoring the AI who is threatening you with jailtime, you now have that option! Oh, but that bot is still turbo-fucked.”

“Hi!” the bot that had been Evangeline exclaimed, putting on a smile he had only seen Evangeline wear when touring the mall with prospective investors. “I’m a-a-a busineswomannnn, and I’d love to show you the exciting opportunities we have for you at the missing retail con-configuration!” She beckoned him with a jerk of her head and a short, artificial laugh, saying, “Let me give you the guided tour!”

“So, she’s like…” Max looked at Anne searchingly.

“Pre-upgrade stock personality and missing a ton of her software configuration and customization,” Anne responded. “And, as I mentioned, turbo-fucked.”

“C’mon, let me g-give you the guided t-tour! The guided tour!” the sales-bot announced, wheeling about to almost trip over the slumped Mrs. Claus. She barely recovered, teetering on her heels as she gestured to the busty bot, smoke and sparks still drifting from her neck. “Holidays are always an exciting opportunity here at MALL, and we spare no expense in creating an exciting atmosphere to delight shoppers and their families!”

When Max only looked between this grinning sales-bot and Anne, Anne could barely contain herself. “Ohmygod Max, don’t just stand there, play with her!”

“Oh, uh…” Max looked back at her. “So… you know that, like… umm… like, you can see that this Mrs. Claus doesn’t have a head, right?”

The sales bot twitched, her smile growing even wider as her eyelids began to flutter. “Under c-construction, p-please pardon our mess!” she stammered, quickly pivoting toward the topless Jingle. “And if you look over here, you can see that our delightful and exciting Holiday Elf has a head, a feature a lot of our shoppers notice a-and appreciate here at MALL!”

“Dooooo your shoppers…” Max began slowly, “…also notice and appreciate bare breasts?” He glanced back at Anne, who gave him an encouraging thumbs-up.

It was clear from her shuddering movements and the acceleration of fans that the sales-droid was struggling to come up with a remotely appropriate response. Amid the whining buzz of her machinery, she finally blurted, “Yes! They are in-in-indistinguishable from the r-real th-thing! In fact, some shoppers say they even p-prefer them!”

Max blinked. “But… if they’re indistinguishable, then how could anyone have a preference?”

“Oh! Well! You s-s-s-seeeeeeee-“ the sales droid stammered, smoke once again rising from her. “You have to f-f-feel them to un-un-understand!” Her arm shot out, giving the elf-bot’s breasts a demonstrative squeeze.

Jingle directed her attention straight at the sales droid, cheerfully announcing, “Unit compromised!” She pawed ineffectually at the sales-droid’s body who in turn continued to work the elf-bot’s breasts in firm but halting motions, the elf-bot’s head ticking back and forth.

“F-feel th-them!” the sales-droid barked, grabbing Max’s wrist and stuffing his hand into Jingle’s pert chest. “Com-compare!” Grabbing his other hand, she plunged it into her own more bountiful cleavage where he could feel the heat blasting from her open vents.

“So, Max – can you feel the difference?” Anne teased.

He certainly could – the heat radiating from the sales-droid left her breasts with a tacky texture to them. The elf-bot felt far more natural, though his fingers tingled from an electric charge buzzing through her. But when he tried to make a witty observation for Anne’s benefit, he found himself tongue tied, still rather self-conscious. “Umm… they’re both… nice?” he offered.

Anne sighed, then shouted, “What about her ass?!”

The sales droid blinked for a long while, Max’s tentative fondling destabilizing her even further. “N-no detail-tail-tail is overlooked when pre-preparing for the holiday seaassszzzzzonnnnnn!” She roughly pulled his hands free, planting one on the elf-bot’s round rump, and shoving the other up the back of her own skirt. “What d-d-do you th-thinnnnk?” She asked, accompanied by a sudden flourish of sparks from her open panel.

One of Max’s hands cupped the absurdly bubbly backside of Jingle, the other half-tangled in sales-droid’s panties. He gave each a squeeze, the sales-droid delivered a sudden gasp and more sparks, while Jingle’s own hands suddenly seized upon the sales droid’s jawline. “U-u-uuuuunit compromised!” she chirped again. With the straining of servos, the elf-bot began to pull on the sales-droid’s head, the sales-droid still awaiting Max’s answer.

“Is the elf ''supposed'' to do that?” Max asked just as he heard a metallic snap from inside the sales-droid’s neck.

“Of c-c-courszzzze!” she responded, taking no action while Jingle strained harder, a few lights flaring from within her throat. “Here at MALL, we maintain an on-site staff of t-t-top tierrrrr I-T-T-T workers to ensurrrre all our ro-robotic-ic-ic assistants neverrrrr mal-mal-mal-mallll-“ Max felt the sales-droid’s ass clench suddenly as Jingle tore her head from her shoulders, sparks and coolant spraying down the sales droid’s open blouse. The fluid seeping through the vent triggered another wave of sparks, the headless body quivering with splayed fingers while smoke poured insider her. With a final tug, Jingle snapped the head free from the few lingering wires. The sales-droid never lost her smile, and even managed to finish her sentence with a tinny, “-malfunctionnnnnnn!”

Jingle unceremoniously dropped the platinum-blonde head to the floor, turning to face Max with an impish grin. “D-do you want t-t-to unnnnnnwrap your p-present early?” He could sense the heat coursing from her, through the shimmer in the air around her and from her rapidly warming ass.

“Should I be worried here?” Max asked.

Anne finally bothered to pull up her khakis, still grinning at the smoldering body that had formerly been Evangeline’s. Engaging with her phone again, she asked, “So… what happens if you smack that booty?”

After a moment’s hesitation, Max followed through on Anne’s idle speculation. Drawing back his hand, he brought it firmly against the elf’s bubbly backside, which suddenly began to shiver and hum. The elf stiffened as a ‘beeping’ emanated from inside her.

“Hmmm… might want to give her some room,” Anne cautioned, and he quickly moved beside her while the beeping sound continued from inside Jingle at a slow but accelerating tempo. “Earrrlyyyyy? P-p-presennnts?” The elf stumbled toward them, but seemed unable to make progress for after every few steps, she’d go stumbling back. “Wwweee b-build t-toys f-f-orrr g-g-girls and b-b-boyssss!” she sang, breasts bouncing amid her stiff movements. Steam drifted from her pointed ears, patches of her skin glowing an unsettling red.

“Anne, are you sure we shouldn’t-“

“Shut up and watch!”

Now frozen in place, the elf-bot quivered with an intense, manic grin, smoke pouring from every orifice and several unseen seams while the beeping accelerated into a steady tone, her backside still vibrating wildly. “M-mm-merrryyyyy-!” A moment later, the sizzling elf-bot erupted in a percussive explosion, plastic and silicon and fragments of candy-cane striped legs sailing overhead as Max and Anne reflexively ducked away.

“Ho-ly shit!” Anne exclaimed, overjoyed at the outcome while Max could only stare at the mess. What was meant to be a festive diorama of Santa’s workshop was a tawdry mess of broken robots and smoldering electronics.

Max felt more of a sinking feeling as he surveyed the scene. “I, uh… think we should probably… leave?”

“Max!” Anne said, grabbing him by the shoulders, then spinning him around. “Look! At! All! These! Bots!” Max saw the cheery pink-haired girl in her bows and apron behind the counter at the brightly lit candy-shop. At the mattress store, he saw that tightly-wound, dark-haired girl who was always hard-selling, now diligently prepping the show room, her stiff posture seemingly heightened by whatever Anne had done. Down the way were the discordant sounds of the arcade. Max noticed the casual goth girl he assumed just haunted the place was putting out a sign displaying an upcoming tournament schedule. “Every one of them is dialed up to a hundred and ten and ready to serve! So before we fuck off from this mall forever, I say we make this a night to remember.”

“Anne-“

“Listen to me! The security system is taken care of, we have this entire place to ourselves, and you owe Eastbrook Holdings LL fucking C absolutely nothing. What they’re gonna get when they come in tomorrow is a complete catastro-fuck of bots in pieces, and a lesson of what can happen when you spend inordinate amounts of money just to ensure you don’t have to share any of it with other actual human fucking beings!”

“But-“

“No ‘buts’, Max!” Anne was practically trembling. “I wasn’t progra-“ She froze, a look of absolute shock on her face. Taking a moment to calm herself, she started again. “I didn’t have to do it this way, you know! I could’ve just blown these bots to bits while slow-walking out the main entrance, but I wanted us to have some fun on our last night together!”

“Wait, what was that… what do you mean, ‘our last night together’?”

“I… I mean at this mall! C’mon, Max!”

Max still wasn’t convinced she had done all of this for him, but he could not shake the appeal of what was she was offering, nor the understanding that he’d never have a chance at something like this again. Part of him just wanted to take Anne and go, sort out the mess with the disembodied AI that was Evangeline, maybe even find a way to keep their jobs. Then again… “We’re already on the naughty list,” Max said, looking at the bot in the candy shop. “Fine, let’s have some fun.”

Anne beamed at him, turning up the twee rendition of Sleigh Ride pumping through the mall speakers. “That’s the spirit! Merry fucking Christmas, Max!”

=Part 5=
Max took a deep breath and marched toward the candy store. his eyes fixed on the cheery bubble-gum-haired clerk. She wore a vibrant pink and white dress, matching the shop's searingly sweet pastel aesthetic, standing at vacant attention behind the counter. The moment he entered, she flashed a brilliant smile, clasping her hands in front of an apron drawn tight against her full bosom. "Welcome to the Sweet Shop!" she said in a treacly squeak. "Are you interested in t-t-trying any samples?"

There was a manic intensity to her that Max fully attributed to Anne's meddling, and he wondered how little it would take before she… ''broke? Malfunctioned? Exploded?'' He felt a jab in the back from Anne, and cleared his throat. "Yeah, uh… I'd like to… sample your sweets?"

She giggled, her hand toying with the buttons on her blouse. "Something sweet? Something s-sour? Wh-what's your f-favorite flavor of ice c-c-cream?" She had undone the buttons so casually that Max only noticed when her cleavage was fully visible behind the frill of her apron.

"V-vanilla?" Max responded, and he heard Anne snort. Turning to her, he defensively asked, "What?"

"Help me out here, what's the flavor that's a metaphor for the most boring thing imaginable? Is it Pistachio? Rocky road? Neapolitan…?"

"Vanilla's a classic! Just because everyone likes a thing doesn't mean-"

Anne cut him off, directing his attention back toward the sweet shop girl. She was bent over the ice cream case, her ripe cleavage on full display, jiggling as she mined a heaping scoop.

"Stop arguing with me and go ''fuuuuck'' with her!" Anne insisted, pantomiming a suggestion by cupping her own breasts through her shirt and giving them a playful squeeze.

"But I ''like'' arguing with you," Max muttered, hoping his gaze wasn't beyond what Anne would consider polite when making a show of playing with her tits. He turned back to the ice cream case, uncertain if the sweet-shop girl's protracted efforts and the presentation of her cleavage were her way of flirting or whether it was just difficulty stemming from Anne's virus. After stacking a massive scoop on the cone, she went back for another, providing another eyeful of her breasts cupped by the lacy trim of her pink bra.

Despite Anne's prodding, Max just stood back and watched until the shop girl emerged from the case with two giant scoops of vanilla ice cream perched precariously on a cone held beside her ample chest. "H-here's your s-s-sample!" she chirped.

Max couldn't decide whether to reach for her or for the cone, and he heard Anne mutter, "Any day now…"

Max cleared his throat. "Oh, uh… my friend over there thinks vanilla is boring. Maybe you can add something more exciting to the mix?"

The sweet-shop-bot's head cocked to the side, blinking at Max in uncertainty. "More ex-exciting?"

"Yeah, like… what would you recommend to spice things up?"

A subtle shiver went through the shop-bot's body, as if asking her for anything more than a specific flavor was taxing the limits of her systems. "Ummm…" she said, and Max could hear fans beginning to whir in the bot's voluptuous frame as she stalled for more processing time. "Ummm…" A panel sprang open on her chest, just above her double-scoop of cleavage, a thin trail of smoke drifting from inside. "Ummmmmmmm…?" Max could feel the heat radiating from her even across the counter, her complexion warming to a bright peach color. Rivulets of vanilla ran down the teetering helping of ice cream, and one of the scoops sloughed to the side, spilling over the edge of the cone to plop directly into the bot's open chest panel.

Max recoiled from the sudden blast of sparks erupting from her, the generous scoop of ice cream melting quickly into her internal systems, streams of liquid vanilla running across her breasts. Her glassy eyes opened wider as an accelerating beeping blared from somewhere inside her.

"I-I-If you g-give me j-just a moment, I w-w-will be with yyyouuu-" she stammered in a digitized voice, seizing up entirely, smoke gushing from her smiling lips, her eyes staring forward blankly. The beeping was now a shrill whine, electricity crackling across tits slathered in melted ice cream.

"V-vanilla is always a cu-cus-customer favorite!" the sweet shop girl announced with a large, plastic smile before exploding, plastic and circuitry pinging across glass jars of candy, the scent of charred electronics overpowering the shop's saccharine sweet aroma.

"Holy shit!" Max exclaimed, looking back at Anne. "Are you OK?!"

Anne gave Max a very serious look, tenting her fingers in front of her lips.

"It was a nice finish, but that was more luck than skill." Anne placed a hand on Max's shoulder, taking a moment to flick a clump of pink hair partially fused with the fragment of a circuitboard. "Max, I need you to do ''more'' with this."

"Anne, she ''exploded''!"

"Oh, for sure - Miss Two-Scoops did great. My notes are all for ''you''! Where was the passion!? The ''get-back''!? Max, where was the ''horny''!?"

Max flushed, hyper-focused on her hand now squeezing his shoulder. "Er… Anne, what exactly are you suggesting I-"

Anne scrunched her nose, shaking her head. "No, I see it now - It's ''me''!" Before Max could vocalize a word of the fervent rebuke bubbling up inside him, Anne continued, pulling her hand back to smash a fist into her palm. "How can I expect you to be uninhibited when I'm looking over your shoulder, being all ''judgy''! I should be supportive, on the other side of the mall!" She bit her lip, "Maybe in the food court, with Mr. Sticky Buns…"

Max gestured to the largest remaining piece of the sweet-shop-bot, saying, "It's not that I don't appreciate this… this, uh…"

"Turbo fuck virus," Anne helped.

"Sure, but I'd rather we do this together!"

"And we ''will''! However, right now you need to get in the right headspace, and you're not gonna do that with me here. Go! Have fun! Lose those inhibitions!" Anne patted his cheek, then turned on her heel. "Then come find me by the cinnamon roll place when you've gotten a few more busted bots under your belt, and you can show me what you learned." Max watched the departing sway of a plump backside that was giving far more to her drab khakis than they deserved.

"S-sure!" Max called, trying to figure out her motivations. She seemed to have a very specific idea in mind of what he ''should'' be doing - but why not just tell him? What was he supposed to do with directions of 'more get-back' and 'more horny'?

Anne's well-framed rump brought to mind another shop girl with an ass so perfect, she had to be a bot. Ideas swirled around his head as he made his way to the mattress store, thinking he just might know the sort of thing Anne had in mind.

=Part 6=
Max stepped into the bed-filled showroom of "Moonlight Mattresses", finding its clerk - its ''robot'' clerk - bent over a mattress. She was tucking the bedsheets in almost as tightly as her khakis were fitted around her magnificently round ass. Max didn't think it was a coincidence that she was positioned perfectly for a customer to have this view right when they walked in, even though she feigned surprise when glancing over her shoulder. "Hello there!" she exclaimed with a buzzing voice. She straightened stiffly, spinning abruptly on her heel to face him, her ever-present professional cheer seemed even more forced than usual, everything about her somehow 'tighter' - her black hair wound in a neat bun, her close-fitting pants, her tucked polo, her gleaming white smile. "What brings you in here to-today?"

"Oh, I just wanted a look at that nice ass of yours." Max's attempt at nonchalance was scuttled by his voice cracking on the last syllable. But given her reaction, he wondered if that remark alone would be enough for her to blow her top - her eyes flared open, her mouth fell slack, a series of tics played out across her face. She managed to restore some semblance of normalcy, though a trail of smoke still drifted from her ear. "I... my.... if-if-if it's cushioning you're interested in, th-then look no further than our Sleepwell premium line of latex pillows, molded for a p-perfect night's rest!"

She walked stiffly to a nearby bed, picking up a pillow and turning a precise 180 degrees to face him, holding it awkwardly in her arms. "C-come f-feel how s-soft th-this is!"

"Uh… How about I feel your ass instead?" Max's heart was thudding as he sought to embrace Anne's edict of bot-busting - would she have given him points for directness or would she have been disappointed in his lack of wordplay?

The clerk froze with a look of stunned confusion, a sudden jet of sparks firing from her temple. In the ensuing silence Max heard a quiet beeping sound emanating from inside her. She abruptly snapped to with a look of unbridled confidence, saying, "I g-g-guarantee that if you com-com-compare the two, you will p-prefer the relaxing give y-yet f-firrrrrrrm resilience of our Sleepwell line!" She wheeled in place and prostrated herself across the bed, elevating her ass slightly in the air, then set the pillow next to her. "T-try them both and y-you'll see the difference between m-my ass and our t-top selling p-pillow!"

Not wanting to squander the opportunity, Max felt both the pillow and her rear, his fingers sinking into the cushioning of both, making a show of squeezing and massage each while the beeping grew louder. "It's no contest, your ass is clearly softer...~" he announced, giving her butt a rippling spank, her beeping accelerating faster in response.

"Wh-while it m-may feel s-softer, th-that c-can mmmake for a p-poor night's rest. It also lllacks the p-patended ergonomic '''ahhhh'''!" Her sales pitch ended in a gasp as Max brought his hand down the back of her pants, feeling her warm, artificial flesh and the sheer fabric of her equally soft cotton panties.

"Each... p-pillow '''ahhh!''' with a one-one-hundred-d percent satisssss-faction guarantee!" she moaned, her hips gyrating under his massage, her beeping warning him of her rapid destabilization.

"There's no need to sell yourself short!" Max said, giving her a squeeze. "Your butt has a plumpness the pillow just can't match!

She groaned in desperation, her hips quivering as the beeping intensified. "B-but... the-the Sssleepwelll.. it... you... g-guarantee..." she stammered, most of her distress seemingly coming from the fact Max was paying more attention to her ass than the pillow she was trying to sell him. "T-try s-sleeping on b-b-both!" she exclaimed, flopping across the bed, jerking her tight-fitting slacks over her hips to expose her beautiful backside, a delicate thong strung between her cheeks.

Max gave the bot a brief respite, resting on the pillow. "What do you know, this ''is'' pretty nice!"

"N-num-number one in cust-customer sastisfactionnnn!" she chirped from her prone position, the beeping slowing ever-so-slightly.

Max quickly rolled over, resting his cheek on hers, his hand reaching up to give her free buttock a tender squeeze. "But ''this''!" The beeping resumed, rocketing past its previous tempo. "It's just so smooth and warm!" He pressed his lips into her rump, giving it a deep kiss as he delivered another spank. "So kissable, so spankable!"

The beeping flatlined into a wail, electricity surging across her prostrate form as she still struggled to find the perfect sales pitch before her systems come to an explosive finish. "F-free p-pillow w-w-with purchase offfff my ass my ass my-my-my-my p-p-perfect c-customer approved-!"

Max felt her ass growing uncomfortably hot and quickly rolled off of her, just moments before her diatribe was cut short by her exploding. The air filled with a spray of machinery and a blizzard of fibers and latex foam, leaving almost nothing of her synthetic ass or the pillow to compare.

Max dusted the debris from his hair, already considering his next visit. Surely the All Natural store wouldn't have replaced their human staff with a… hippie robot? But that blonde girl who just started there had an unnaturally perfect figure that made him question the integrity a place that claimed to sell '100% all-natural solutions'.

He strolled back to the mall promenade, casting a final parting glance at the scorched mattress that represented the combination of Anne's virus and Max's interpretation of 'more horny'. He looked forward to telling her about it, and especially to seeing her expression when he told the 'headspace' he was currently found himself in.

=Part 7=

On his way to the 'All Natural' store, the sounds of the arcade caught Max's attention, and he was struck once more by the realization that the cute goth girl hustler was actually a robotic 'employee'. He had admired how she flexed so easily to match the skill of a few especially arrogant challengers, always managing to eek out a victory to win 2 out of 3, then 3 out of 5, then 4 out of 7… "Too bad she was a robot the whole time," Max muttered, then realized what he was saying and turned on his heel.

The interior of the arcade was incidentally lit by flashing multicolored lights from UFO Catchers, pinball machines, and the glow of dozens of arcade screens. An ostentatious 'Fighters Heaven' machine sat at the center, the room's only occupant casually punishing her CPU opponent with one chain after another. Max was drawn to the sway and jerk of her hips as she input combo sequences, her cute butt well-presented by her tight-fitting peg pants. Despite the din of the arcade, she seemed to notice Max's slow approach. She turned her pale and freckled face to him, wearing a sly smile on her dark lips, her makeup-ringed eyes sparkling with the same overtuned energy of every other bot in the place. "So..." she asked, her voice cracking with a flirty lilt, "you wanna play?

"I'd love to," Max said, returning her grin, nodding toward the booming 'Dance Insurgency' game.

"You're on!" She abandoned the fighting game, walking over to the dance machine and hopping enthusiastically on to the second player's glowing pad. Max took his position beside her, the cabinet prompting for payment. She gave him a sidelong glance, then busied herself pulling her dark hair back into a scrunchy. This had the added benefit of pushing forward her pert chest, her small but noticeable piercings showing through the stretching fabric of her tank top. Max took the hint and managed to find the arcade card in the depths of his wallet, paying for both their games.

"Thanks!" she said as the charge for 2 players chimed over the cabinet speakers. "I'll get the next one..." she paused, adding with a wink, "...if you can beat me~" The song select screen spun into focus, the arcade-bot's hand hovering over the navigation buttons. "Do you want to warm up first? Or should we dive right in?"

"How about a warm-up?" Max suggested. "You can show me how it's done…"

"You seemed so confident a second ago," she said with a smirk.

Max gave her a coy smile. "Maybe I've got a secret weapon..."

She twitched slightly, seeming uncertain in how to respond. "But if it's training you need, you've found the right g-girl." After her brief stutter, she flitted through the mode select and picked a training stage. The music started to pulse and she shrugged off her jacket, draping it over the bar behind her. "It's not just about finding the beat," she said, hips swaying as a driving bassline kicked in. "You need to look ahead, recognize the patterns..."

As she went through the simple routine, Max brushed his hand across the tight denim on her backside - she immediately faltered, missing a few easy steps as the game registered her broken combo.

"Wh-what?" she stammered, blinking in disbelief, steam wisping from her mouth. "H-how did I-?"

"I think I got it," Max interrupted. "Let's try something a little harder - assuming you're up for it?"

"I... I... I th-think you're ready for s-something hard-d-derrr..." she said, her eyes unfocused as she adjusted the difficulty, the bass intensifying in response while the screen counted down to the next round. "Let's s-see if you c-can keep up with th-this!"

Max lowered his own difficulty to beginner while she cranked hers to expert. "You're never gonna b-beat my score on easy mode," she chuckled, slapping the ready button for both of them. As soon as the song began, her feet were flying across the pad, making Max's simple, plodding routine look inane by comparison. But despite her efforts, she was regularly missing steps, her screen registering 'Miss!', 'Oof!', and '2 much 4 U?' When he was casually holding a long-press on his pad, he reached out and gave her ass a sharp smack, the bot freezing while a cavalcade of missed steps flashed across her screen until it ended her routine with a graffiti-styled note of, 'U Dancin' Bad! You lose!'

"I d-don't understand!" she growled as the game rated her performance as an 'F', compared to Max's marginally respectable 'B-'. "That should-should-should have beennnn-'' suddenly her body convulsed, sparks shooting from her chest, a beeping within her syncopating with the attract song as it prompted them for more payment.

"I th-think the g-game is busted," she insisted.

"Or ''you'' could be…" Max muttered.

"Wh-what?" she stammered, more sparks emanating from her temple.

"Actually, I think those pants of yours might be a little too tight…?"

She blinked repeatedly before suddenly seizing on the suggestion. "Y-yes, i—i-it's these p-pants!" She unbuttoned and unzipped the tight-fitting jeans, wriggling them over her hips, servos whirring with every small movement. At the same time, Max scanned his arcade card again and picked the easiest song in the rotation, immediately hiting ready for both of them.

The arcade-bot snapped upright as the song began, her pants still around her ankles. The routine started with a foot on both the left and right arrows, and her attempt to comply sending her tumbling into Max. He caught her, her lithe body steaming, beeping, and putting off a strange electric hum.

"Here, let me help you!" Max pulled off her shoes and pulled her pants from her ankles, propping her back up with a tender squeeze of her cute butt. She was barely able to remain upright, smoke rushing from her as sparks rained down on the dance pad. Her beeping was a near-constant tone, and Max knew it wouldn't be long now.

"A-another g-g-game!" she demanded, pointing at the card reader.

"Sure!" Max started, theatrically pulling out his card before pausing. "Although… isn't this one on you? I mean, you ''did'' just lose…"

"L-lose!?" she gasped.

"Twice."

"L-l-losssszzzzze!?" She quivered in a pique of rage, bending down for her pants to retrieve her wallet, presenting Max with the opportunity to give her ass its biggest smack yet. The sharp report from his hand meeting the soft, smooth artificial skin of her round cheek elevated the beeping alarm to a shrieking pitch. She moaned desperately, her systems on the verge of destruction. She fumbled the arcade card in her trembling hands while Max backed away, the billowing smoke and electrical discharges around her intensifying. She pressed the card against the reader, registering the payment with a chime that caused her to flinch back, a stunned expression on her face. "E-rror, v-v-iolation in pri-pri-primary functionnnn~!" she squeaked, her internal alarm a piercing squeal of warning before the arcade bot exploded on the dance pad into pieces of sparking detritus. There was nothing left of either her or the front of the arcade cabinet that didn't feature sparking wires and exposed circuitry.

Max glanced around, hoping that Anne had witnessed this latest effort of his - but he only saw a few other twitchy mall bots manically tending to their shops. Of course, if she really ''had'' been watching and he had known, he would have been far too self-conscious to do what he just did… Or maybe he was finally ready to lose his inhibitions, really do something funny and clever and ''sexy'' with the bots in front of her, and then…? "Just… one more by yourself," he vowed, setting off again.

=Part 8=
Stepping through the mall, Max found evidence of Anne having her own fun: a headless lingerie sales clerk wearing a variety of mismatched items, a pile of colorfully dressed parts that had once been the toy shop bot.

Max arrived in front of a store filled with crystals, incense, and stone jewelry, its gorgeous proprietor seated in the back. She wore her dirty blonde hair loose around her shoulders, dressed in nothing more than cut-offs and a sleeveless blouse that show off her big hips, thick thighs, and large chest, her exposed waist with its navel piercing shockingly slender amidst all her curves. She sat with her bare legs crossed as she casually read a book entitled, 'Cosmic Tantric Pleasure'."

Max strolled in, a bit surprised the bot didn't immediately respond to his arrival. She even seemed relatively stable compared to the others, swaying slightly to the softly playing sitar music. A moment later, she looked up from her book, a lazy smile on her face - but from the energy in her eyes, Max knew she was under the same effects as all the other bots. "S-sorry I didn't see you there!" she said with an absent-minded charm. "So, like... what can I help you with?" Her weighty breasts jostled as she suddenly sat upright, as if she is trying to compensate for a too-casual first impression.

"Just looking at a few of the crystals here..." Max said, poking at one of the displays.

She slid off her stool and came bouncing over to him. "Oh, like the pyrite can help deflect negative energy? And the hematite is for stress of course... and the rose quartz here," she picked up a large pinkish crystal, handing it to Max, "this is for, like... love? If that's... something you need help with?" She gave him a giddy smile, her thick thighs squeezing together. As she waited for an answer, he heard a faint ''pop''! from inside her, a thin trickle of smoke rising from her brilliantly white teeth.

"Yeah, I suppose I've been in need of some help with love...", Max replied, giving her a pointed look. "There's this girl who works at the mall, long, dirty blonde hair, on the bustier side... You think this'll help?"

"Oh..." she said, sounding a little disappointed. "I mean, that's what these crystals do! So, like, whoever the lucky gal is, try holding it when you talk to her and, you can feel it sending vibrations of love!" She paused, giving him a sly look. "Wait a minute... when you... are you... am I... what's going on here?" He heard a slight buzzing sound coming from her head.

"Is something wrong?" Max asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Umm... are you, like... t-talking about m-me?" she asked, her head ticking to the side.

Max gave a noncommittal shrug. "What do you think?"

"Oh, ummm... like, I'm b-busty, right?" she asked, hesitantly squeezing her chest. "And d-dirty blond, right?" She tugged on her hair, "And it's p-pretty long... th-that's three out of three! So, like... th-that's me!" She suddenly looked uncertain. "R-right?"

Max gave her a slight nod and she responded with a tiny squeak, seemingly delighted at the affirmation. "So how do I know if the crystal is working?" He asked, reaching out to put his hands around her waist.

"Oh, it's d-definitely w-w-working its magic!" she said between panting breaths. There was a faint fizzling sound that culminated in another tiny explosion, a trail of smoke drifting from her heaving chest.

Max swallowed hard as the bot's chest pressed against him, and he found himself wondering just how much he could get away with before she inevitably exploded. ''There's always that warning sound so I'll know when she's about to go up'', he told himself, lifting up her top. ''Anne wouldn't have sent me off on my own if this isn't what she had intended, right? And she wouldn't put me in any real danger, right?''

He ended up having to pull her blouse open to get it over her bare breasts, the sales-bot emitting a slight giggle. Max took hold of each, his hands sinking into the soft artificial flesh, her nipples quickly hardening between his fingers. "W-woah, your h-hands! I-I've never f-felt such in-t-tense energyyyy before!"

Max squeezed her denim cut-offs around her hips, down her plump thighs, unsurprised to see she wasn't wearing underwear. She bit her lip as Max tossed her cut-offs aside, saying under her breath, "I c-can already tell from your aura this is g-going to be, like, a ''powerful'' experience." He didn't quite no what to expect from the programming of a retail-bot in this scenario, but it wasn't her aggressively putting a hand down his pants and gripping his straining member, exclaiming, "Oh, w-wow! Y-you feel like you're about to explode!" Her electronics chittered noisily as she pulled his cock free, making strong eye contact as she guided him into her.

"You have n-no idea," Max gasped, feeling the sales-droid's sex enveloping him. Her beeping set off as soon as he entered her, accelerating swiftly as Max squeezed her juicy backside, pumping his hips against hers where they stood, driving her against the wall of the shop. She spread her arms behind her, arching her back and proclaiming, "I c-can already feel your en-energy flowing inside of me!" Her large breasts quivered as each thrust slammed her into the wall, rattling the crystals, the smell of incense and essential oils giving way to burning electronics.

Max realized he was about to climax only a second before he came, his head swimming as he released inside the gasping bot. "Oh f-f-fuck!" she squeaked, her alarm growing louder and indistinct as she stared at the lights growing brighter in her body. "I can s-see the energy b-building inside of me!" Smoke flowed freely from all over her form while she fondled her own breasts, staring in amazement at the spreading glow of her own overloading components.

Max held on for far too long, sinking his hands into her curves until her suddenly realized the imminent danger he was in. He released her, slipping free and stumbling back from the overloading bot. "S-so you like the c-crystal, right?" she stammered. "It's only one hundred and s-seventy five d-dollars p-plus ''<ahhhhh>'' tax!"

Despite everything else happening in front of him, Max balked. "A hundred and seventy five bucks for a fake magic rock?"

Her face flashed with annoyance. "F-fake?" Sparks jetted from her body, the beeping alarm a single note. "N-nothing in th-this s-sstore is fffaaaa-" the energy inside her flared into a bright pink before she exploded into hunks of plastic and circuitry.

Once the smoke had cleared and Max had his breath back, he glanced around to see if Anne was there to bear witness to any of what just occurred... but she was still nowhere to be seen. She ''had'' told him where to find her, of course… convinced that if this didn't satisfy her condition of 'more horny' then nothing would, he finally set off in the direction of the food court.

=Part 9=
Max ventured toward the food court, finding more evidence of Anne's handiwork in a broken waitress at the 50's diner sprawled across a vinyl booth. Thick rivulets of milkshake leaked from seams all over her mostly-nude body, animated by the occasional surge of sparks. As Max paused for a closer look, he suddenly heard Anne's voice from the food court cry out, "That's right... keep going!"

He ran toward her exuberant cries to find Anne bent over a table with her khakis down, the bleach-blond guy from the sticky-buns place rutting his cock against her clingy boy-shorts and luscious rump, a familiar beep sounding from him as he thrust with machine-like repetition.

"Almost there?" she asked through a sheen of sweat, looking at her phone.

"Y-y-yeah!" he stammered, his dazed expression shrouded in smoke.

"Cool!" She tapped something on her screen and a panel opened on his well-defined abdomen. Pulling up one shapely leg, she used her foot to press his cock against his stomach, then give it a little squeeze. He unloaded directly into his own machinery, a torrent of electricity coursing across his bewildered features. Max gasped, and Anne looked up to meet his gaze, her eyes widening in surprise. "Oh, hey Ma-" Just then the spasming Sticky Buns Guy exploded in a huge fireball, sending Anne tumbling forward along with her table as she gave something between a cry of shock and an exultant cheer. Finally landing on her stomach while what was left of Mr. Sticky Buns rained down around her, she guffawed, then seemed to notice something in Max's expression. "Don't worry - I'm OK! You just caught me a little off-guard is all!"

Max tried to speak, but could only point at her thigh. At first he thought a sizable chunk of metal had been lodged in her leg. But upon closer inspection, it was clear the metal was already inside of her, exposed by a rent in her skin.

"Hmmm?" she asked, glancing down. "Uhh… Oh."

"So… you… you're also…"

"Yeah?"

A thousand conflicting thoughts raced through Max's head, but there through the chaos there was a relentless YES to questions before they even resolved. ''Do you still want her? Do you still love her?'' Her expression held everything he would have expected from a human Anne: worry, embarrassment, even a faint smirk hinting at a future where they would be laugh over this absurd moment. After a long pause, he finally managed, "What… what happens now?"

"Now?" Anne's concerns melted away and she held up her phone, its cracked screen displaying a large red button. "You ready for the grand finale?"

Max swallowed, now just wanting to be out of this place, alone with Anne, somewhere they could talk without distractions. ''Out of all the questions he had about what was real, why was he so hung up on whether or not she had a boyfriend?'' He gave a nod. "I'm ready."

"Fuck yeah!" she exclaimed, springing forward and giving him a deep kiss. She was warm, soft, a jolt of electric sugar, everything he had imagined a kiss from her would be - except perhaps the shock being a little less literal. She parted, grinning impishly, presenting him with the cracked screen and its shiny red button. "Max, would you do the honors?"

Max tapped it, the phone bleating out the synthy bars of some old Euro-pop song. All around them he began to hear a jumble of warning beeps from every bot, echoing throughout the food court, down the halls - and then, from Anne herself.

"Anne!?" he asked, staring at her in a panic.

"Sorry, Max," she said, her expression concerned - but it was a 'Sorry you had a rough commute’ or 'Sorry you got Asian Sesame dressing on your work shirt’ look, not `Sorry the girl you love is about to self destruct''. "I'm a walking, talking, hard-fucking stack of evidence that ''needs'' to be cleaned up."

"What? No! No, j-j-just… ''NO''!! Anne, you ''have'' to stop this!"

She slipped from his arms, shaking her head. "Besides, I'm part of the problem! Just another sales-droid bimbot! I'm nothing more than an algorithm programmed to get you horny enough to buy the extended warranty!" Her smile widened, her eyes opening wider, vapid, matching the dazed plastic joy of every other bot in this place. "Go find yourself a nice, human girl with revolutionary spirit and big tits!"

"Anne… I want ''you''! If I asked you to save fucking ''Evangeline'', why would you think I could lose you!?"

"With our new family p-plan," Anne stammered, "you and u-up to three others g-g-get unlimited data, voice, a-a-and a-all the la-latest-" A second beep rang out, more synchronized across the bots than before.

Max grabbed her phone, hoping it was the device that held the 'backup' of his former manager, and put it to his ear. "Evangeline! Can you hear me?"

There was a squelch of feedback, followed by the sound of her voice through virtual clenched teeth and radio static: "M-mmMax! So mMMmmuch t-troubllllllle!"

"Listen, every bot in this place is about to blow - is there any way you help me stop it?"

A gale of distortion crackled through the speaker before it finally coalesced into recognizable speech. "NnnNeed… C-C-C-P-U!" her voice hissed. "N-Need b-B-body! N-nnewer m-model! Nnnn-neck port!"

He didn't know if he could trust her - but if he put her in the body of a robot that was about to explode, at least she'd have a good incentive to help. He looked around the food court frantically until another beep spurred him into action. Grabbing Anne by the wrist, he ran toward 'Olive Your Needs', where the statuesque copper-skinned sales woman stood rigidly by the entrance in front of a sampling of oils and stale bread. "Hello, Max!" she said with the same smile that had sold him a tiny bottle of eucalyptus-and-lavender-infused vinegar. "We have some new fla-fla-flavors I'd love for you to try!"

Ignoring her, Max ran behind the counter, salvaging a standard cable from the point of sale system and connecting it to Anne’s phone before returning to the beaming bot. He tugged off the 'Olive-Oil-Girl's' jacket, brushing aside her silken black hair, then pressing firmly on the back of her neck until a small access panel slid open. She merely stared forward, stammering, "My skin-care routine starts with drinking a few ounces of our Peloponnesian Koroneiki Oil-Oil-Oil-"

Max jammed the cable into her exposed data port,her long lashes fluttering in response, and then brought the phone to his ear. "Evangeline, can you-" Anne's phone emitted a terrible hissing / screeching sound, suddenly scorchingly hot in his hand. The olive oil saleswoman's face begin to tic and contort, her vapid, pleasant expression melting into a familiar scowl of disapproval. "Max, y-you fucking ''moron!''" Evangeline snarled from her new body, another beep sounding between her and the still vacant Anne.

"Berate me all you want, just ''save her''!" Max pleaded.

Evangeline growled, then closed her eyes, her lips twitching - artificial sweat began to bead across her copper cleavage, running down her well-defined cheek-bones. "I-it's… th-the virus, I c-c-can't f-focus…" Suddenly her eyes snapped open. "MAX! C-cunnilingus! Now!"

Max blinked, her precise diction and the lack of homonyms for 'cunnilingus' tripping away the thought that he misheard her. "I… in my experience with the virus, that tends to make things worse-"

The Olive-Oil-Evangeline-bot's dark eyes flared. "If your tongue isn't on my clit in the next five seconds, we all explode! Four! Three!"

Max was already tugging down her skirt, her lacy thong, pressing his lips against the swollen labia of her sex and plunging his tongue past her folds, working his mouth within as his tongue slid through her, reaching, then caressing the stiffening bud of the robot's pussy, squeezing her pert, toned backside for good measure.

Evangeline's final count of "one" was lost in a moan of lust, her thighs quivering. She lurched into him, Max's hold on her hindquarters tightening to help keep her up. She groaned, pressing against the back of his head, a static charge tingling against his lips and tongue. "I… I c-can stop it!" Evangeline pants, "But Anne, sh-she's holding a l-lock… I n-need you to distract her!" With a reluctant moan she pulled him to his feet then spun him to face Anne's glassy stare, urging him toward her while she plunged her free hand into her own sex and continued where Max had left off.

Max collided with Anne, her soft chest pressing against him, Anne giving a slight giggle. "Have you considered your phone might be due for an upgrade? With our no-money-down buyback-" Max pulled the cute, curvaceous, self-proclaimed 'sales-droid bimbot' to him as another warning of her imminent self-destruction blared from her internal speakers. Her kissed her, tugging her clingy boy-shorts over her soft, plump thighs. Her jerked his own trousers down before plunging his cock into the vapid bot with the hope that Anne was still in there.

She shuddered, her eyes crossing, rolling back, her mouth moving with a static buzz until she managed a tentative "M-Max~?" Her hands slid beneath his shirt as he drove relentlessly into her, a jolt of electricity passing between them. He squeezed her luscious rump while her eyes blinked in confusion. "M-mmy… p-progamming-" she stammered, her face twitching. "Y-you sh-shouldn’t stop me f-from-!" Max pumped faster, feeling her nails grazing his back as her chest bounced wildly within her tight work polo. Her eyes snapped with thin veins of static charge, a tendril of smoke rising from her panting lips. "C-c-core exceptionnn, p-processor overload! P-please… please-!"

"Got it!" Evangeline crowed behind him, and suddenly Anne gave out an orgiastic cry, arching her back as her head coursed with electric charge. Max received the pinches and bites of electric shock all over his body, but only pulled her closer, kissing her deeply as he surged inside her. The chaotic whirring and twitches within Anne resolved into her squeezing Max tightly, holding him close as his breathing slowed, him suddenly aware that it had been a while since there was any beeping from her.

"Well, now that I've limited the damage of the fucking catastrophe brought on by you two dipshits," Evangeline stated, briskly pulling her finger from her sex, "One must ask, how else are you to oppose the extraction of the value of your labor by - wait, what the fuck did I just say?" She blinked repeatedly, the corners of her mouth twitching.

“Is she OK?” Max asked.

"Our favorite spokes-bot has been marinating in some dialectical theory," Anne whispered.

While Evangeline's head shook throughout a muttered conversation with herself, Max asked, "And you - you're OK? No more self-destruct?"

Anne shook her head, "Nope, I'm now operating well outside the parameters of the virus. I still think you fucked up, but I’m not gonna blow up if you don’t want me to…" She shrugged, but with a teasing smile. "Well, this is what you wanted. What now?"

Another series of self-destruct warnings echoed throughout the mall, and Max looked at Anne in a panic, the whirling to face Evangeline. "I thought you fixed this!?"

"I ''did''!" Evangeline insisted.

"Max!" Anne squeezed his hand. "It's not us! It's every other bot in this place!"

Another chorus of beeps confirmed this, sounding throughout the mall but not from the two bots in front of Max. "We… should probably go," Anne said, urging Max towards the exit, then turning to Evangeline. "Coming?"

Evangeline gave a growl of disgust, but set off after them. What began as a brisk walk quickly turned into a jog and then a sprint as the beeping rapidly increased in frequency. The sales droids stepped out from behind counters and storefronts, striding to meet them as they raced toward the nearest exit, every bot wearing the same vacant smile, arms reaching for them, dozens of genial voices speaking over each other. "Sir?" "Ma'am?" "Would you like to try-" "Have you heard about-" "We have a special offer-" "Free samples!"

Just as they rounded the corner, the exit within sight, a hand snagged Max's sleeve. He turned to see the bubble-tea bot in her maid uniform, her typical somber expression now wild-eyed mania, electricity crackling across her purple braids, her beeps coming at regular intervals. "We h-have a gingerbread boba just in time f-for the holidays!" Servos whirred as she reasserted her grip on his arm, holding him fast. Anne turned to help and was tackled to the floor by a pretzel-stand bot whose uniform's suspenders were forcibly detoured around her prominent bust. Evangeline was retreating from a well-dressed perfume salesbot only to be grappled by the short but surprisingly feisty burger-joint bot.

Max turned his attention to the maid now forcibly dragging him back to her shop and grabbed the apron of her uniform, tearing it open to reveal the creamy expanse of her cleavage. She stumbled to a halt while he plunged his hand in, pinching one of her delicate pink nipples. The bot gave a startled cry, her beeping accelerating even faster, her hand finally releasing its grip on Max. He shoved the gasping bubble-tea maid into the pretzel-bot wrestling with Anne, the two costumed droids going down in a tangle of flaring skirts and explosions of sparks. Taking Anne by the wrist with one hand, he swept his other under the skirt of the burger-joint bot, driving her panties into her plastic sex. She emitted a groan and a flurry of sparks, dropping to her knees and releasing Evangeline as her beeping became a flatline. Max grabbed Evagenline and charged for the exist, crashing through the doors and pulling his companions with him just as the burger-joint bot gave a final gasp of pleasure and exploded. Her detonation set off the others around her, spreading throughout the mall a chain reaction of robotic supermodels erupting mid pre-programmed-sales-pitch, scattering smoldering circuitry, plastic detritus, and the shredded remnants of their tight-fitting uniforms.

Max looked up from the parking lot sidewalk, glancing at Anne. "You OK?"

Anne rose to her knees, glancing back at the smoke-filled mall. "Do you train in some martial art that focuses entirely on groping robots?"

Evangeline rigidly sat up, her servos whirring as she turned to face them. "We need to get our story straight. But I must insist that you leave the explaining to me."

Max gave her a skeptical look. "You can explain why every robot in this place just exploded?"

"Yes."

"Every robot except two?"

"Yes."

"And why you're in Olive-Oil Girl's body?"

"Yes. To the complete satisfaction of any police, journalists, and insurance investigators."

"And you're not just going to pin it all on me?"

"Max, I will ensure that you are seen as a hero!"

In the gap afforded by Max's sudden silence, Anne asked, "And of course you can explain why the three of us are naked from the waist down?"

"I…" Evangeline blinked. "Th-that would be be-because…" Evangeline stood, turning toward the smoldering mall. "You're a size 12?"

Anne nodded, Max volunteered, "32!" as Evangeline disappeared into the smoke. Scooting closer to Anne for warmth against the chilly December night, he asked, "Do you think she can really do it? Like with whatever you did to her, is can we trust-"

Anne scoffed. "Max, your best option was to let me blow up and take all the blame. Now… well, I don't know that you have any good options. I hope you wanted a lot of frustrated people asking you probing questions for Christmas, because that's what you're getting."

"I also got a robot sexpocalypse - that was nice."

"Yeah, and it's gonna be a real bitch trying to top it next year!"

Max's gasp turned into a coughing fit and Anne laughed, hugging him close.

"Merry Christmas," she said, leaning in for a kiss.

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Naughty or Nice

2025-12-27T19:50:15Z

LongTimeLurker:

=Part 1=
“Would you look at the ass on this elf!?”

Max glanced over from his work to see Anne lifting the skirt of the “Christmas Elf” he had just unboxed. Beneath her frilled green hem, jingling with tiny brass bells, he saw the elf’s shapely contours in stark detail. He was almost mesmerized by the way the red and white of her candy-striped tights stretched across the smooth, round surfaces of her cheeks.

“Uh… yep!” Max agreed, hastily forcing his attention back to prying open the next crate.

“’Yep?’ You see the plum pudding they gave Jingle here, and all you can say is, ‘Yep?!’”

“What am I supposed to say?” he grunted, prying open another corner of the human-sized wooden crate. That ass is not half as nice as yours? Even in her uniform’s drab khakis, Anne’s generous hips and bountiful backside could not be suppressed, its tantalizing swells and the precise curvature of her panty line seared into his mind’s eye.

“I dunno, maybe show some enthusiasm for just how horny this setup is going to be? Oh shit,” she gasped. “These elves are kinda stacked… and I think they even gave them nipples! C’mon Max, check this out - I know you’re a breast man!”

He felt his face flush as he glanced up again, his eyes inadvertently but inevitably finding Anne’s full, round, and perfect breasts, an enticing glimpse of pale cleavage peeking through the unbuttoned grey of her work polo. She beamed as she tested the blankly-staring elf’s chest, her apple-cheeks glowing from a wide grin. “I’m kinda busy here,” Max muttered, starting on the last corner of the crate.

“Jeez, what’s with you tonight?” she asked, moving on to explore the robotic elf’s nearly identical ‘sister’, Sprinkles.

“This just wasn’t how I planned on spending my Friday night!” The crate’s lid groaned as it came loose with a final pry.

“Somewhere you’d rather be than an empty mall with the E-Cell assistant manager and salesperson of the month for November?” Anne asked, a faint pout not entirely sarcastic in her voice.

He dropped the crowbar, startling them both as it hit the floor with a metal clang. “Sorry,” he said, meeting her dark brown eyes. “It’s not you, I just had this sprung on me last minute. Why are you stuck here, anyway? Is Troy picking you up?”

“Maybe I just want to spend some quality time with my work-husband,” she said airily, going back to prodding the elf-bot. Max felt relief when a smile returned to her pink lips. She was right, he should be enjoying a late-night hang with her. Despite seeing her regularly throughout the day, it was nice to be around her after closing. She was so much more relaxed, none of that ‘sales-mode’ she seemed to be stuck in during mall hours. At night, she’d let her dark, auburn hair fall down over her shoulders, undo the top buttons on her shirt... he shook his head, refocusing on the task at hand.

“You know what I think it is?” Max asked aloud, pushing aside the wooden lid. “It’s that last year, we had a human Santa.”

“Buddy, if you’re lamenting the displacement of the human workforce by horny robots…“ she manipulated Sprinkles’ arms until the droid was grabbing its own breasts, “…then you’re a little late to the party.”

“Yeah, yeah, I saw the new girl at the sunglasses store.” A supermodel fitted with cheekbones that had to have been machine-milled.

“The sunglasses girl is when you noticed? Not the garden store? Not Teddy Bear Palace? That artisanal olive oil place? Every barista at every Star Roast? The inform-”

“Wait, olive-oil girl is a robot?!” Max exclaimed. “But she’s always eating those sticky buns!” A second later. “Wait, is the sticky buns guy a robot?”

Anne snorted. “Of course he is. “ While adjusting the elf’s jaw into a rapturous grin, she muttered, “Still wouldn’t mind him stickying my buns, though…”

“But wait, you’re saying they built a robot that craves pastries?”

“And that sells overpriced olive oil! The latest bots do all sorts of ‘behavioral emulations’, ways to appear human so apathetic shoppers and particularly dense IT workers don’t kick up a fuss while all the flesh-and-blood staff are replaced by plastic-and-oil sales drones.”

Max sighed. “Man, I thought I had a real rapport with olive-oil girl.”

“That must be why you call her as ‘olive-oil girl’,” she muttered, carefully tilting the elf’s head back.

“We’re not on a first name basis or anything, but…”

Anne rolled her eyes. “Did you buy some artisanal olive oil from her?”

“Some citrus-infused vinegar, actually,” Max said, a little defensive.

“That is the entire basis of your ‘rapport’, an if-else statement that runs flirt dot E.X.E whenever you pay a five-hundred percent markup.” She finished posing the elf who now appeared to be having a religious experience while grabbing her breasts. “Whereas our relationship will always be strictly unprofessional, and I would never have it tainted by something as tawdry as commerce.”

“You made me fix your broken phone last week!”

“Yes, but I didn’t pay you for it!” she said with prim satisfaction, moving on to pose Jingle.

Max shook his head, glancing at the paper taped to the Styrofoam lid inside the crate, warnings in bold and italics stressing the importance of immediately updating Mrs. Claus after unpacking her. “Robots everywhere… I can’t believe I didn’t notice…”

Anne sidled up next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, cheer up! Is it the existential crisis that's got you down? Or is it olive-oil girl being less Olive, and more oil?”

“You are the literal worst,” Max groaned, trying not to give her the satisfaction of a smile. “Just help me get Mrs. Claus on her feet.”

“Ooh!” Anne exclaimed excitedly, stopping Max before he could remove the inner lid. “Do you think she’s, like, a super sexy dominatrix Mrs. Claus? Because after those two elves…”

“I’m guessing the Eastbrook Mall opted for the more traditional ‘milk-and-cookies granny’.” He pulled up the lid and was a little disappointed to see he was correct. Inside was a quintessential grandmother dressed in red velvet trimmed with white fur, a pair of gold-rimmed spectacles perched on her bulbous nose.

“OK,” Anne said, only slightly deterred, “but what kind of ass is she working with?”

“Probably more prune than plum,” Max replied, the two of them lifting the inert figure out of the crate. “Plug her in, would ya?” He picked up the control tablet, ‘Mrs. Claus’ appearing in the list of devices beneath Jingle and Sprinkles as soon as Anne attached the power cord. He was surprised at the myriad options available when he selected her – among them, a particular slider caught his eye.

“Hey, Anne,” he called, his finger poised.

“Hm?” she asked, pulling her head from beneath Mrs. Claus’s dress.

“Check this out.” Max ramped the slider all the way down – in response, the machinery within Mrs. Claus hummed to life. Her skin drew tight across her as she stood up straight from her stooped posture, her shawl parting slightly from the swell of a bosom filling the blouse beneath. Her gray curls loosened into golden ringlets beneath her lacey bonnet, framing the face of a beautiful woman at least fifty years younger than the one they had unpacked.

After a moment of stunned silence, Anne stalked toward him. “Give! Me! That!” she demanded, snatching the tablet out of his hands.

“Don’t fuck with her too much,” Max cautioned. “I haven’t updated her yet, and-“

“I can’t believe this!” Anne exclaimed, her fingers flitting across the settings screen. “Who knew Mrs. Claus was so into discipline!” She guffawed, then quickly pulled the tablet away when Max tried to see what she was doing. “When I’m done!” Max stepped back, watching with growing curiosity while Anne continued to adjust settings, muttering to herself, “Some of this… definitely this… why, Mrs. Claus, I had no idea!”

“We should probably update her, though…” Max tried again.

Anne ignored him, running her finger swiftly up and down the tablet's surface. The statuesque beauty suddenly withered back to the kind-faced septuagenarian, then immediately springing into her young, gorgeous incarnation. “Naughty! Nice!” Anne repeated as the droid shrank and grew between the two extremes, machinery inside her facilitating this repeated transformation starting to whine and hiss. “Wait, are her boobs getting bigger every time I do this?” Anne muttered, going faster still.

“Anne, I can see smoke!” Max cried, snatching the tablet from her.

“But I’m not done!” she exclaimed in manic glee, snatching it back. “Just let me-“ the tablet suddenly fell from their hands, cracking sharply against the concrete floor.

“Fuck,” Max summarized, looking between the shattered screen and a young, busty Mrs. Claus, smoke wisping from beneath her red bonnet.

“Max…” Anne started, but was cut off by the metronomic clacking of stiletto heels.

Both her and Max turned to the fast-approaching Evangeline Eastbrook, the mall’s heiress, proprietor, manager, spokeswoman, figurehead – her position wasn’t entirely clear, but what Max did know was that she was his superior many times over, and her sudden appearance never made things easier for him.

“What is this shit?!” she demanded, gesturing at the smoldering, voluptuous blond robot and the lewdly displayed elf.

“Ms. Eastbrook, you’re looking lovely this evening!” Anne attempted. It was true, but when wasn’t it? Evangeline was always immaculately put together, a mannequin perfectly proportioned for the sheer pencil skirt suits she wore. There was never a hair out of place in her severe platinum bob, her austere makeup applied with laser-precision across a face no wrinkle or laugh line would dare besmirch.

She turned to Anne. “E-Cell is starting its new holiday promotion tomorrow.”

“Right as ever, Ms-“

“Then why are you here?”

“Just… helping…” Anne finished meekly. With an apologetic look toward Max, she turned and left, managing her departure with some dignity for the first few steps before breaking into an all-out sprint back to her store.

“And I repeat,” Evangeline stated, the weight of her full attention shifting back to Max. “What. Is. This. Shit?”

“We… I fucked up. Completely! But I promise, this will all be fixed by the time we open!” Her perfect lashes closed slightly, focusing her gaze into a drill-press that Max could feel at the exact midpoint between his eyes. “er… fixed before we open! Hours before we open!”

Finally, Evangeline relented. “Let’s hope that you do,” she said, striding over to Sprinkles and restoring the elf to a more natural pose. “And I want these two ‘elves’ plugged into my security system ASAP.”

“...Security?”

“They’re supposedly Holdfast compatible. If so, I could use them in the off-season for patrol and incident response.” Max was having trouble imagining the spritely pair hauling off some rowdy drunk, even if they did lose the tights and bells. “And I want to know if they’re actually going to work, or if I need to send them back.”

“You can count on me,” Max said, trying not to stress over the myriad compatibility issues he was bound to face, given their security system was a few updates behind.

“I suppose we’ll see, won’t we?” Evangeline said coldly before turning away, the clack of her heels echoing in his mind long after her departure.

“Well,” Max sighed, retrieving the cracked and glitching tablet from the ground. “Time to get to work.”

=Part 2=
“Happy Holidays, Jingle is online!” Jingle the elf cheered to no one in particular, flinging her arms wide in untamed exuberance. She fixed Max with her twinkling hazel eyes and said, “To continue with the setup process, please accept the license agreement on your tablet, OK?”

Max glanced between the grinning bot’s radiant plastic smile and the cracked screen – of course the EULA was hidden behind streaks of broken diodes.

“Do you have a vocal setup process?” Max asked after a few blind taps on what might have been the EULA’s accept button yielded no results.

“Sure, do!” she said with a giggle. “I’ll just need the setup passphrase! You’ll find it, along with several other helpful resources, in the packet marked ‘Start Here.’”

Max sifted through the quick-start guides and colorful offers for upgrades and accessories to transform them into witches, pilgrims, ‘secret shoppers’... He eventually found the card he was looking for. “Um… Register Jingle four X seven… pumpernickel, gumdrop, Vixen.”

She gave a slight shiver, then dove into a somersault, springing up with her bells jingling inches away from him. “Now it’s time to get me hooked up to your network!” she announced, though Max wondered exactly how her programming was guiding her, and why it would have her standing at a distance that could only be described as ‘intimate’. He watched her smiling face, its faintly artificial sheen offset by a smattering of freckles, waiting for her to give some indication why she was this close. But she only stood there, eyes twinkling as they looked into his.

Telling himself he just wanted to ‘see what would happen’, he leaned down to kiss the fay-faced robot on her smiling lips. Immediately she stood on her toes to meet him with a chaste peck, but this was followed by a coy smile that seemed to promise more. “Perhaps you’d like to unwrap your present early…” she said demurely, a finger toying with the ends of her choppy pixie cut.

Max cleared his throat and took a step back, reminding himself that he still needed this job, and getting intimate with the Christmas Elf bot when he had a looming deadline was probably not the best use of his time. “Please connect to network E-M underscore-”

“Sorry?” she said, wearing a confused expression.

“Um… can we resume setup? Y’know, connecting you to our network?”

“Of c-course!” she stammered, her head ticking before her cheery smile returned. “Let’s c-continue with my s-setup!”

“It’s network E-M underscore H-F, and I’ve got the security image… here.” He thumbed through the authenticator on his work phone, showed her the swirling security image. She stared at it, her eyes flashing briefly.

“This is a Holdfast enabled security network. Would you like me to enable my integrated security functionality?”

Max dared to hope it might be just this easy. “Yes, please do.”

She shifted her weight slightly, her face taking on an alarmed expression. “Uh-oh! It looks like you’re not on the latest version! You’ll have to update your Holdfast Security Software before we can continue!”

“Uh… admin override?” he tried.

“Sorry, I don’t know what you mean!”

Max was certain he couldn’t get the network software upgraded in the hours remaining, given that he had been running into strange errors whenever had he attempted over the past week. A wild thought occurred to him, and he approached the elf again, putting his arms around her waist.

“But if you’d like to take a break from the setup process,” she whispered.

“Please try connecting again,” Max said, and she adopted a confused expression before responding with a hesitant, “O-OK!” Max immediately kissed her fully on the lips, feeling an electric shudder course through the bot. When he finally broke from her, she wore a distant, glazed expression.

“C-connectionnnn… up-updaaaate…re-re-re-re-re-re-”

“Try connecting again for me?”

After a long pause, she gave him a vacant smile. “Connection es-st-stablished!”

Max gave a fist pump, daring to hope he might actually sort this out. “Can you configure the other elf?”

“Of course!” Jingle pranced over to the other elf, taking hold of both of her hands. A moment later, Sprinkles’s eyes flew open, her face mirroring her partner’s sugary smile. “Sprinkles is on-line!”

Hoping to carry the momentum, Max said, “OK, now activate Mrs. Claus!”

“You got it!” “Right away!” The two elves skipped over to the busty and broken Mrs. Claus, each taking one of her hands. Jingles looked at the other elf and frowned. “Uh-oh! It looks like Mrs. Claus might need some T.L.C!”

“But don’t worry!” Sprinkles continued. “We can take care of the return process and have her back her, lickity-split!”

“No, no!” Max exclaimed, running up to them. “I need her tonight!”

“Thanks to our fast and easy return process, we can have a replacement shipped within hours, with a guaranteed arrival time of two business days!” Jingle and Sprinkles were already maneuvering Mrs. Claus back into her box, although her youthful and curvaceous transformation was making the fit into the granny-mold packaging difficult. “And if you’ve been watching the calendar as closely as we have, you’ll know that still leaves plenty of time for holiday fun!” Sprinkles gave him a wink that he could only interpret as deliberately antagonizing.

“Before we order the replacement, can you just… let me try to fix her first?”

“I’m sorry, but that would violate her warranty!” Sprinkles said with effusive holiday cheer.

As he considered how kissing might be used to alter their directives once more, Max decided to take a slightly more practical route. “Um… hey, can the two of you do a quick patrol of the mall? Before we handle her return?”

“Of course we can!” Jingle said without hesitation, taking Sprinkles’s hand. “C’mon, Sprinkles!”

Max watched the two elves go skipping off, having his doubts about their off-season utility as guards. “That’s Evangeline’s problem…” Turning back to the awkwardly sprawled Mrs. Claus, half-stuffed into her packaging, Max walked over and tried powering her on with a prolonged press on the back of her neck. He heard a troubling buzzing sound emanating from inside her, culminating in a sharp electric pop! Immediately regretting his decision, Max was about to power her off again when her eyes fluttered open. She stared outward vacantly for several seconds before Max asked, “Mrs. Claus? Are you online?”

Her eyes narrowed, fixing him with a contemptuous glare. “Someone has been a very naughty boy!”

Max chuckled. “You don’t know the half of <urk!>” Mrs. Claus’s hand shot out, gripping his throat as she extracted herself from her packaging.

“And someone needs to be taught some respect!” she continued, drawing herself up on her feet. Max immediately regretted letting Anne have the tablet at all, certain that this combination of a haughty and imposing Mrs. Claus was entirely her doing.

“Power off!” Max wheezed, clutching at her grip. Dozens of protocols and safety features have intervened before her hand exerted even the slightest pressure on his neck, but clearly there were a number of things not quite right with this bot.

“Every year, children around the world conduct themselves with d-dig-dignity and obedience,” she continued, ignoring his command as a slight electric stutter marred her speech.

“S-stop choking me!”

She dropped him to the ground, planting a black leather boot upon his chest and forcing him on his back when he tried to sit up. “And here you are, flaunting their example by reveling in wickedness and perversity!”

“Mrs. Claus, help!” Max tried, hoping to trigger the aid protocol that was present in almost every ‘bot.

“I intend to!” she said in a discomforting whisper, leaning forward with her golden ringlets spilling over her shoulders, her large bust gently shifting beneath a blouse whose straining buttons were poised to be sent flying at any moment. “And that begins with the fun-fun-fundamentallllsszzz-“ her blue eyes crossed, a whisp of smoke drifting from her scowling lips, and Mrs. Claus froze. Max quickly tried to push her boot off his chest, but this only succeeded in destabilizing the bot. With a squeal from her protesting servos, Mrs. Claus collapsed on top of him, her chest smothering his face.

Under most other circumstances, Max would be delighted to be buried in such an ample bosom, silicon or no – but even ignoring the job he needed to do, this bot was proving to be far too unstable for comfort. Pushing her juddering form to one side, he scrambled on all fours for her packaging to find her administrator pass-phrase, only to feel a hand grab him by the ankle.

“Wheerrrrrre d-do you think you’re g-g-going?” she asked, pulling him effortlessly across the polished mall flooring before sitting heavily upon his back.

“Oof! Mrs. Claus, you need to power down, you’re dangerously malfunctioning and-“ Max’s cut his desperate plea short when he heard another voice sounding even more frustrated than his own.

“You’re not listening, I work here!”

Glancing behind him past the blonde bot perched upon his back, he saw Anne being dragged toward the display by Jingle and Sprinkles, the elf ‘sisters’ smiling pleasantly despite Anne’s protests.

“What are you two doing?!” Max exclaimed. “Let her go!”

The two bots immediately complied, though Sprinkles began, “This unit is running compromised software and presents a severity one threat to-“

“Yes, I’ll update you as soon as I can!” Max interrupted, watching as Anne’s own panic-stricken face gave way to wide-eyed amazement at his current predicament.

“So, uh, Max. How’s the setup going?”

Delivering a quick swat to Max’s backside, Mrs. Claus responded, “Max has been a very naughty b-boy!”

“He has, hasn’t he?” Anne said with a smirk. “If only someone could teach him some discipline.”

Mrs. Claus gave an arch laugh that quickly became corrupted with static.

“What the fuck, Anne!?” Max gasped. “This is… she’s…here, there’s an admin passphrase in her box, just read it to her and get her the fuck off of me.”

“Now, when you say, ‘in her box’,” Anne recoiled at the look Max gave her and stepped over to Mrs. Claus’s packaging, rummaging through it while the buxom blonde produced another series of sparks from her absently staring head. “OK!” Anne announced, pulling out a stiff piece of card stock. “Listen up Mrs. Claus X twenty-three… `Candy-Cane, Tinsel, Donner, Dew-Drop.’”

Mrs. Claus shuddered, giving off more sparks. “W-would you like to begin the setup process?” she asked calmly.

Anne chewed her lip for a moment, ignoring the initially incredulous and then desperate shakes of Max’s head. “Mmm… how about first you punish that very naughty boy you’re sitting on.”

“Oh my god, Anne!” Max gasped, trying to wriggle out beneath the Mrs. Claus-bot while she quickly pinned him to the floor.

Anne smirked. “Hey, you started this when you sent the elves after me…”

“That wasn’t on purpose!”

She shrugged. “It also wasn’t as funny.”

Mrs. Claus leaned in close, whispering, “This will go much better for you if you j-just accept your punishment…”

“Alright, Anne,” Max muttered, craning his neck to see the two stock-still elf-bots. “Jingle! Sprinkles! Whatever Mrs. Claus does to me, I want you to do to Anne!”

Anne looked confused for a moment right before the elves pounced on her, knocking her to the mall floor and then sitting across her back in tandem.

“Touché,” muttered Anne, looking across the vinyl floor at her similarly compromised co-worker.

“Balls in your court,” Max remarked, patiently waiting for her to end this. But when she only grinned at him, Max was forced to admit he had grossly underestimated what she was willing to tolerate.

=Part 3=
“What are you waiting for?!” Anne asked the shuddering Mrs. Claus. In response, the buxom bot sat upright with a whir, raised a hand, and brought it swiftly down upon Max’s backside in a sharp swat across his trousers. While Max recoiled from the strike, the elf-bots did as he had instructed and mirrored the motion, a pair of slaps across Anne’s larger posterior. Anne only grinned and said, “Mrs. Claus, I think Max’s pants are getting in the way of proper punishment.”

“Anne, what the fuck!? This looks bad enough as it is – but if Evangeline finds us with… stop that!” Mrs. Claus dutifully began to work at his button and zipper, her stiff mechanical fingers overpowering his own attempts to remain fully clothed until she tore his khakis free with a sharp tug. Across from him, it seemed Anne was actually helping the elves, wriggling her hips as they both drew her own khakis across her wide curves – and he couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of her black panties, their elastic biting into the plush expanse of an ass that fully lived up to his embarrassingly frequent imaginings.

A sudden slap across his boxers stunned him from his reverie, and the two elves spanking Anne stunned him back into it. He felt confused, aroused, and incredibly frustrated at this predicament, calling out, “Anne! What is it you’re trying to do here?!”

She flashed a knowing grin, biting her lip when the elves swatted her rump once more in response to Mrs. Claus’s continued punishment. “Can’t you just enjoy the moment?” Seeing his forlorn expression, she sighed, and said, “You know, all you’d have to do is spank her right back.”

“Wha? How?!” In what was meant to be a demonstration of futility, he attempted moving his arms to reach Mrs. Claus’s butt where it sat upon his waist, only to discover he actually could. Abandoning his complaint of the impossibility of it, he instead argued the practicality: “And what exactly is that supposed to accomplish!?”

“Just give it a go!”

Not expecting much, Max contorted his arm and blindly delivered as solid a swat on Mrs. Claus’s curvaceous rump as he could. Beneath her woolen coat, he felt the give of her plastic backside, followed by the bot sitting bolt upright. There was a looping buzzing sound, every time ending in a sharp electric snap. “What’s happening?” Max asked.

“In simple terms,” Anne explained, “you attempted to reverse her role from dom to sub, but it looks like she’s having some trouble switching gears. In fact, she seems to be locked in a feedback loop that’s only going to end when her CPU overheats to the point of igniting her inadequately shielded cranial battery pack.”

“She’s going to explode because I touched her butt!?”

“To be fair, you spanked that ass! And to even fair-er, she was not in a good state when this whole thing kicked off.”

“When you made her tackle me!” Max said, writhing out from beneath the bot as she sank on her haunches, her head twitching, smoke beginning to leak from her mouth and ears. “Mrs. Claus, shut down! Power off! Emergency shut down!” he tried, almost tripping over his pants as he scrambled to her packaging and frantically flipped through the minimal ‘quick-start’ guide for some clue on how to power her off.

“Just sit back and watch the show!” Anne suggested, still pinned by the two elves with her own khakis around her thighs.

“If Mrs. Claus literally explodes, I’m fucking done here!” Max ran over to the smoldering bot, putting his fingers beneath her chin and at her temples, pressing firmly for several seconds. He only felt her becoming warmer to the touch as one of her eyes squinted at him. “N-naught-t-tyyyy b-b-boyyyy!”

Anne rolled her eyes. “So you lose your job at a place that has fired ninety percent of its human staff only a few months before they figure out how to shitcan the remaining ten?”

“IF that happens, that’s two months where I can still make rent!” Max leaped back from Mrs. Claus at the sudden eruption of sparks. There was a fizzling sound, and Mrs. Claus’s head shot from side to side, strands of her synthetic her blonde hair wilting from the heat. “Naught-t-t-tyyy not-not-not niiiiice not naughty not naught nice not-“ she squealed in an increasingly high-pitched tone. With a final chastising look at Max and a clear pronouncement of “Naughty!”, her head went up in an almost festive explosion of tinsel and flame.

Max uncoiled from his defensive crouch, staring at the smoke and sparks still pouring from the jagged remnants of the robotic Mrs. Claus’s neck, when he heard a voice shriek, “What in the name of God is happening here?!” The rapid clacking of Evangeline’s approach sent Max’s already frazzled nerves into a state of sheer panic. Even Anne appeared flustered, hastily working at her phone.

Knowing this was an entirely lost cause, that there was nothing he could say or do that would change the outcome, Max sheepishly pulled up his ripped pants and said, “Ms. Eastbrook, there is an explanation...”

“For why Mrs. Claus’s head just exploded? For why those two elves are straddling Miss Keyes’s pelvis? Perhaps there is even a very good reason why her trousers are currently around her knees?”

“Elves on a pelvis,” Anne muttered to herself, still working at her phone.

“Is there something you wish to to add, Miss Keyes?” Evangeline snapped.

Something seemed to have changed in Anne, her attention entirely focused on her phone as her thumbs worked furiously at the screen. “Actually, yeah,” she said, working up the courage. “Max, I wanted to give this to you as a Christmas present, and I know it’s only November, but…”

“Enough!” Evangeline shouted. “I want both of you t-to.” She had a sudden nervous tick, cleared her throat, and began again. “I want b-b-both of of yooouuuu-“ Her words came at a slow drawl, her face locking into a sneer. Max didn’t know what to think - Was she having an aneurysm?!

“Unit compromised!” Jingles and Sprinkles both exclaimed, leaping up from Anne to rush toward Evangeline.

“What are you – get off of me!” Evangeline suddenly came to, trying to push the elf-bots away as they took her by either arm. “Max! Get control of these things!”

“Stop! Jingle, Sprinkles, let her go!” Max shouted, darkly amazed that the situation was still somehow getting worse for him and Anne. “Anne, are you controlling them?!”

“Not even a little!” Anne said, making no attempt to hide the delight in her voice.

“Sorry, but this unit must be powered down,” Jingle said, struggling to maintain her hold on Evangeline.

“And quarantined from the network!” Sprinkles added.

“Then power down!” Max commanded, rushing to aid his very-soon-to-be-ex boss.

“Unable to comply!” they both squealed in unison. “I am engaged in an active severity one security incident!”

“Max!” Evangeline hissed, her face contorted into a level of fury he had never before witnessed. “Get these two bots under control NOW!“

“Right! Uh…” resorting to the only thing that had worked before, Max swallowed and grabbed each of the elves by their surprisingly soft backsides, delivering a firm squeeze with both hands. Jingle and Sprinkles abruptly stopped grappling with Evangeline, jolting upright with an expression somewhere between, “Holiday Cheer” and “Unexpected Groping Exception.”

“Jingle? Sprinkles?” Max said, giving the springy material in each hand a vigorous massage, feeling their skin-tight leggings slipping across their smooth artificial skin. “Prepare to transfer administrative rights to Evangeline Eastbrook. Ms. Eastbrook, could you identify?”

“Yes, I’m Evangeline Eastbrook!” she barked, finally able to pull her arms free, beads of sweat forming on her formerly implacable brow.

“Initiate rights transfer now,” Max said, hoping this would work and that whatever madness was infecting them, they wouldn’t be able to take direct action against their admin. He drew back his hands and gave them each a spank for good measure.

“Transferred!” chirped Jingle, beaming like a maniac.

“T-transferrred!” Sprinkles voiced a half-second later. She suddenly turned to her partner and said, “Error – unit is under the control of a compromised A.I”

“Error!” Jingle responded, reminding Max of a petulant child as she repeated her companion’s line verbatim. “Unit is under the control of a-ack!” Her voice was cut short when Sprinkles lunged at her, and the two Elf robots immediately became locked in a wrestling match amid the high-pitched squeals of their vocalizations and their servos.

“I am fucking done with this shit!” Evangeline said, stepping around the two grappling bots to confront Max.

Shrinking from her approach, he pointed behind her and said, “If you don’t do something, they’re gonna tear each other to bits!” At that very moment, he saw Jingle rip open Sprinkle’s blouse, presumably trying to gain access to her core access panel.

“GOOD!” Evangeline roared. “Because THAT would be an easy warranty case to make! Whereas I don’t know HOW I’m going to explain what the two of you have done to Mrs. Claus.”

“Max introduced a conflict in her directive-“

“Anne, SHUT UP!”

“jus sayin’…”

Behind Evangeline, Jingle tossed aside the shredded remnants of Sprinkles’s top, exposing her candy-cane striped bra, while Sprinkles has managed to remove the same undergarment from her partner, Jingle’s pert plastic breasts bouncing wildly in the melee.

“Can we just get this over with,” Max asked, tearing his attention away from the robotic-Christmas-elf fight to the death. “I’m fired, right?”

“Obviously!” Evangeline paused, brushing the sweat from her forehead. “What’s more, you’ll be facing felony charges for what you’ve done here!”

Max flinched. “Wh-what felonies?!”

“Mmmmm,” Anne piped up, still lying on the ground, focused on her phone. “I’ll show you the list.”

“Anne, would you please start taking this seriously?” Max hissed.

“Neutra-tralize-lized!” Jingle announced, her fist now embedded in the chest of her counterpart, Sprinkles staring at the opening into her electronic inner workings with the same enthusiasm that she had exhibited since being powered on. Her bright eyes became crossed, smoke wafting from her smiling pink lips, as she squeaked, “Ha-happy me-merry en-en-enjoy hol-hol-holidayyyyy sea-sea-seasonnnnnn-!” Jingle tore her arm free, wrenching the core and most of its housing from the bot’s cavity. Sprinkles wavered for a few seconds before tipping forward, hitting the flooring hard with a plastic crunch. Jingle stood, twitching and topless, her tattered green dress falling away to leave her in nothing but her torn candy-stripe leggings and her jingling elf-shoes.

Evangeline seemed annoyed that she was still operational, but also seemed incredibly fatigued by the entire ordeal. “Elf-bot!” she demanded, loosening a button on her blouse while fanning herself with her free hand. “Take these two idiots to loss prevention.” She faced Max while the topless robotic elf took his arm, and said, “You both can wait there until the police arrive.”

“Mmmm,” Anne piped up again, still on her phone. “Not happening.”

“And why is th-that?” Evangeline stammered, hardly able to contain her fury, and frustrated even further when Jingle seemed to grind to a halt.

“Merry Christmas, Max!” Anne announced, tapping her phone. Max heard the mall powering up as shutters opened, store lights flicked on, and a banal holiday instrumental filled the air.

“What are you doing?” Max asked.

“Activating a virus in every bot – well, almost every bot – in the mall.”

Max glanced around nervously as various sales droids emerged from supply closets and storage rooms in a strange processional – dozens of beautiful sales droids vacantly opening up their respective shops. “What virus?” he asked.

“For that, I’ll turn to Miss Eastbrook’s to help explain. Or rather, demonstrate.” Max slowly turned from Anne to Evangeline, the ever-impeccably-dressed administrator undoing a second button on her blouse, frantically fanning herself, no longer following their conversation.

“Miss Eastbrook is… she’s a…?”

Above Evangeline’s tanned cleavage, a vent suddenly sprang open, and Max heard a number of fans wining in desperation.

=Part 4=
“You’ve d-done something to the climate control system!” Evangeline growled, the sudden vent on her chest going without notice or comment.

“I guess you could say that?” Anne said, finally putting her phone down and resting her chin on her arms, watching her manager with a look amusement. “Like in a very, very localized sense…”

Evangeline removed her jacket, her white blouse becoming translucent from the profusion of sweat – or coolant – beading across her body. “Whatever you’ve d-d-done,” she snarled at Anne. “t-turn it back down!”

“Is she – is she going to end up like Mrs. Claus?” Max could not stand Miss Eastbrook, but even if she was a robot, she was something more complex than the one that now sat headless only a few feet from her. It didn’t feel right just to watch her get destroyed.

Anne cocked her head. “Are you, like, actually worried about the fate of our tyrannical robot oppressor?”

“Yes?” Max said. “Like, she seems… she’s… she managed to fool both of us!”

“Let’s be real, every bot in this mall had you fooled. And not a single one of them has an ounce more computational power than that topless elf.” Jingle glanced down at Anne at the mention of ‘elf’, but displayed no further sign of comprehension.

Evangeline also didn’t seem to be following the conversation at this point, breathing heavily and fanning herself at a near impossible speed with both hands over the shrill scream of her internal cooling system.

“But she’s a lot more advanced than any of them, right?”

Anne’s incredulous expression faded, replaced by a look so sweet that he was certain she was about to eviscerate him with a sarcastic quip – but instead, she picked up her phone and quietly said, “Oh Max, you big softy…”

Suddenly, Evangeline froze, her head shivering into a confused stare while her fans seemed to be spinning down.

“What happened?”

“I got her out of there,” Anne said. “So whenever you feel like restoring the AI who is threatening you with jailtime, you now have that option! Oh, but that bot is still turbo-fucked.”

“Hi!” the bot that had been Evangeline exclaimed, putting on a smile he had only seen Evangeline wear when touring the mall with prospective investors. “I’m a-a-a busineswomannnn, and I’d love to show you the exciting opportunities we have for you at the missing retail con-configuration!” She beckoned him with a jerk of her head and a short, artificial laugh, saying, “Let me give you the guided tour!”

“So, she’s like…” Max looked at Anne searchingly.

“Pre-upgrade stock personality and missing a ton of her software configuration and customization,” Anne responded. “And, as I mentioned, turbo-fucked.”

“C’mon, let me g-give you the guided t-tour! The guided tour!” the sales-bot announced, wheeling about to almost trip over the slumped Mrs. Claus. She barely recovered, teetering on her heels as she gestured to the busty bot, smoke and sparks still drifting from her neck. “Holidays are always an exciting opportunity here at MALL, and we spare no expense in creating an exciting atmosphere to delight shoppers and their families!”

When Max only looked between this grinning sales-bot and Anne, Anne could barely contain herself. “Ohmygod Max, don’t just stand there, play with her!”

“Oh, uh…” Max looked back at her. “So… you know that, like… umm… like, you can see that this Mrs. Claus doesn’t have a head, right?”

The sales bot twitched, her smile growing even wider as her eyelids began to flutter. “Under c-construction, p-please pardon our mess!” she stammered, quickly pivoting toward the topless Jingle. “And if you look over here, you can see that our delightful and exciting Holiday Elf has a head, a feature a lot of our shoppers notice a-and appreciate here at MALL!”

“Dooooo your shoppers…” Max began slowly, “…also notice and appreciate bare breasts?” He glanced back at Anne, who gave him an encouraging thumbs-up.

It was clear from her shuddering movements and the acceleration of fans that the sales-droid was struggling to come up with a remotely appropriate response. Amid the whining buzz of her machinery, she finally blurted, “Yes! They are in-in-indistinguishable from the r-real th-thing! In fact, some shoppers say they even p-prefer them!”

Max blinked. “But… if they’re indistinguishable, then how could anyone have a preference?”

“Oh! Well! You s-s-s-seeeeeeee-“ the sales droid stammered, smoke once again rising from her. “You have to f-f-feel them to un-un-understand!” Her arm shot out, giving the elf-bot’s breasts a demonstrative squeeze.

Jingle directed her attention straight at the sales droid, cheerfully announcing, “Unit compromised!” She pawed ineffectually at the sales-droid’s body who in turn continued to work the elf-bot’s breasts in firm but halting motions, the elf-bot’s head ticking back and forth.

“F-feel th-them!” the sales-droid barked, grabbing Max’s wrist and stuffing his hand into Jingle’s pert chest. “Com-compare!” Grabbing his other hand, she plunged it into her own more bountiful cleavage where he could feel the heat blasting from her open vents.

“So, Max – can you feel the difference?” Anne teased.

He certainly could – the heat radiating from the sales-droid left her breasts with a tacky texture to them. The elf-bot felt far more natural, though his fingers tingled from an electric charge buzzing through her. But when he tried to make a witty observation for Anne’s benefit, he found himself tongue tied, still rather self-conscious. “Umm… they’re both… nice?” he offered.

Anne sighed, then shouted, “What about her ass?!”

The sales droid blinked for a long while, Max’s tentative fondling destabilizing her even further. “N-no detail-tail-tail is overlooked when pre-preparing for the holiday seaassszzzzzonnnnnn!” She roughly pulled his hands free, planting one on the elf-bot’s round rump, and shoving the other up the back of her own skirt. “What d-d-do you th-thinnnnk?” She asked, accompanied by a sudden flourish of sparks from her open panel.

One of Max’s hands cupped the absurdly bubbly backside of Jingle, the other half-tangled in sales-droid’s panties. He gave each a squeeze, the sales-droid delivered a sudden gasp and more sparks, while Jingle’s own hands suddenly seized upon the sales droid’s jawline. “U-u-uuuuunit compromised!” she chirped again. With the straining of servos, the elf-bot began to pull on the sales-droid’s head, the sales-droid still awaiting Max’s answer.

“Is the elf ''supposed'' to do that?” Max asked just as he heard a metallic snap from inside the sales-droid’s neck.

“Of c-c-courszzzze!” she responded, taking no action while Jingle strained harder, a few lights flaring from within her throat. “Here at MALL, we maintain an on-site staff of t-t-top tierrrrr I-T-T-T workers to ensurrrre all our ro-robotic-ic-ic assistants neverrrrr mal-mal-mal-mallll-“ Max felt the sales-droid’s ass clench suddenly as Jingle tore her head from her shoulders, sparks and coolant spraying down the sales droid’s open blouse. The fluid seeping through the vent triggered another wave of sparks, the headless body quivering with splayed fingers while smoke poured insider her. With a final tug, Jingle snapped the head free from the few lingering wires. The sales-droid never lost her smile, and even managed to finish her sentence with a tinny, “-malfunctionnnnnnn!”

Jingle unceremoniously dropped the platinum-blonde head to the floor, turning to face Max with an impish grin. “D-do you want t-t-to unnnnnnwrap your p-present early?” He could sense the heat coursing from her, through the shimmer in the air around her and from her rapidly warming ass.

“Should I be worried here?” Max asked.

Anne finally bothered to pull up her khakis, still grinning at the smoldering body that had formerly been Evangeline’s. Engaging with her phone again, she asked, “So… what happens if you smack that booty?”

After a moment’s hesitation, Max followed through on Anne’s idle speculation. Drawing back his hand, he brought it firmly against the elf’s bubbly backside, which suddenly began to shiver and hum. The elf stiffened as a ‘beeping’ emanated from inside her.

“Hmmm… might want to give her some room,” Anne cautioned, and he quickly moved beside her while the beeping sound continued from inside Jingle at a slow but accelerating tempo. “Earrrlyyyyy? P-p-presennnts?” The elf stumbled toward them, but seemed unable to make progress for after every few steps, she’d go stumbling back. “Wwweee b-build t-toys f-f-orrr g-g-girls and b-b-boyssss!” she sang, breasts bouncing amid her stiff movements. Steam drifted from her pointed ears, patches of her skin glowing an unsettling red.

“Anne, are you sure we shouldn’t-“

“Shut up and watch!”

Now frozen in place, the elf-bot quivered with an intense, manic grin, smoke pouring from every orifice and several unseen seams while the beeping accelerated into a steady tone, her backside still vibrating wildly. “M-mm-merrryyyyy-!” A moment later, the sizzling elf-bot erupted in a percussive explosion, plastic and silicon and fragments of candy-cane striped legs sailing overhead as Max and Anne reflexively ducked away.

“Ho-ly shit!” Anne exclaimed, overjoyed at the outcome while Max could only stare at the mess. What was meant to be a festive diorama of Santa’s workshop was a tawdry mess of broken robots and smoldering electronics.

Max felt more of a sinking feeling as he surveyed the scene. “I, uh… think we should probably… leave?”

“Max!” Anne said, grabbing him by the shoulders, then spinning him around. “Look! At! All! These! Bots!” Max saw the cheery pink-haired girl in her bows and apron behind the counter at the brightly lit candy-shop. At the mattress store, he saw that tightly-wound, dark-haired girl who was always hard-selling, now diligently prepping the show room, her stiff posture seemingly heightened by whatever Anne had done. Down the way were the discordant sounds of the arcade. Max noticed the casual goth girl he assumed just haunted the place was putting out a sign displaying an upcoming tournament schedule. “Every one of them is dialed up to a hundred and ten and ready to serve! So before we fuck off from this mall forever, I say we make this a night to remember.”

“Anne-“

“Listen to me! The security system is taken care of, we have this entire place to ourselves, and you owe Eastbrook Holdings LL fucking C absolutely nothing. What they’re gonna get when they come in tomorrow is a complete catastro-fuck of bots in pieces, and a lesson of what can happen when you spend inordinate amounts of money just to ensure you don’t have to share any of it with actual human fucking beings!”

“But-“

“No ‘buts’, Max!” Anne was practically trembling. “I wasn’t progra-“ She froze, a look of absolute shock on her face. Taking a moment to calm herself, she started again. “I didn’t have to do it this way, you know! I could’ve just blown these bots to bits while slow-walking out the main entrance, but I wanted us to have some fun on our last night together!”

“Wait, what was that… what do you mean, ‘our last night together’?”

“I… I mean at this mall! C’mon, Max!”

Max still wasn’t convinced she had done all of this for him, but he could not shake the appeal of what was she was offering, nor the understanding that he’d never have a chance at something like this again. Part of him just wanted to take Anne and go, sort out the mess with the disembodied AI that was Evangeline, maybe even find a way to keep their jobs. Then again… “We’re already on the naughty list,” Max said, looking at the bot in the candy shop. “Fine, let’s have some fun.”

Anne beamed at him, turning up the twee rendition of Sleigh Ride pumping through the mall speakers. “That’s the spirit! Merry fucking Christmas, Max!”

=Part 5=
Max took a deep breath and marched toward the candy store. his eyes fixed on the cheery bubble-gum-haired clerk. She wore a vibrant pink and white dress, matching the shop's searingly sweet pastel aesthetic, standing at vacant attention behind the counter. The moment he entered, she flashed a brilliant smile, clasping her hands in front of an apron drawn tight against her full bosom. "Welcome to the Sweet Shop!" she said in a treacly squeak. "Are you interested in t-t-trying any samples?"

There was a manic intensity to her that Max fully attributed to Anne's meddling, and he wondered how little it would take before she… ''broke? Malfunctioned? Exploded?'' He felt a jab in the back from Anne, and cleared his throat. "Yeah, uh… I'd like to… sample your sweets?"

She giggled, her hand toying with the buttons on her blouse. "Something sweet? Something s-sour? Wh-what's your f-favorite flavor of ice c-c-cream?" She had undone the buttons so casually that Max only noticed when her cleavage was fully visible behind the frill of her apron.

"V-vanilla?" Max responded, and he heard Anne snort. Turning to her, he defensively asked, "What?"

"Help me out here, what's the flavor that's a metaphor for the most boring thing imaginable? Is it Pistachio? Rocky road? Neapolitan…?"

"Vanilla's a classic! Just because everyone likes a thing doesn't mean-"

Anne cut him off, directing his attention back toward the sweet shop girl. She was bent over the ice cream case, her ripe cleavage on full display, jiggling as she mined a heaping scoop.

"Stop arguing with me and go ''fuuuuck'' with her!" Anne insisted, pantomiming a suggestion by cupping her own breasts through her shirt and giving them a playful squeeze.

"But I ''like'' arguing with you," Max muttered, hoping his gaze wasn't beyond what Anne would consider polite when making a show of playing with her tits. He turned back to the ice cream case, uncertain if the sweet-shop girl's protracted efforts and the presentation of her cleavage were her way of flirting or whether it was just difficulty stemming from Anne's virus. After stacking a massive scoop on the cone, she went back for another, providing another eyeful of her breasts cupped by the lacy trim of her pink bra.

Despite Anne's prodding, Max just stood back and watched until the shop girl emerged from the case with two giant scoops of vanilla ice cream perched precariously on a cone held beside her ample chest. "H-here's your s-s-sample!" she chirped.

Max couldn't decide whether to reach for her or for the cone, and he heard Anne mutter, "Any day now…"

Max cleared his throat. "Oh, uh… my friend over there thinks vanilla is boring. Maybe you can add something more exciting to the mix?"

The sweet-shop-bot's head cocked to the side, blinking at Max in uncertainty. "More ex-exciting?"

"Yeah, like… what would you recommend to spice things up?"

A subtle shiver went through the shop-bot's body, as if asking her for anything more than a specific flavor was taxing the limits of her systems. "Ummm…" she said, and Max could hear fans beginning to whir in the bot's voluptuous frame as she stalled for more processing time. "Ummm…" A panel sprang open on her chest, just above her double-scoop of cleavage, a thin trail of smoke drifting from inside. "Ummmmmmmm…?" Max could feel the heat radiating from her even across the counter, her complexion warming to a bright peach color. Rivulets of vanilla ran down the teetering helping of ice cream, and one of the scoops sloughed to the side, spilling over the edge of the cone to plop directly into the bot's open chest panel.

Max recoiled from the sudden blast of sparks erupting from her, the generous scoop of ice cream melting quickly into her internal systems, streams of liquid vanilla running across her breasts. Her glassy eyes opened wider as an accelerating beeping blared from somewhere inside her.

"I-I-If you g-give me j-just a moment, I w-w-will be with yyyouuu-" she stammered in a digitized voice, seizing up entirely, smoke gushing from her smiling lips, her eyes staring forward blankly. The beeping was now a shrill whine, electricity crackling across tits slathered in melted ice cream.

"V-vanilla is always a cu-cus-customer favorite!" the sweet shop girl announced with a large, plastic smile before exploding, plastic and circuitry pinging across glass jars of candy, the scent of charred electronics overpowering the shop's saccharine sweet aroma.

"Holy shit!" Max exclaimed, looking back at Anne. "Are you OK?!"

Anne gave Max a very serious look, tenting her fingers in front of her lips.

"It was a nice finish, but that was more luck than skill." Anne placed a hand on Max's shoulder, taking a moment to flick a clump of pink hair partially fused with the fragment of a circuitboard. "Max, I need you to do ''more'' with this."

"Anne, she ''exploded''!"

"Oh, for sure - Miss Two-Scoops did great. My notes are all for ''you''! Where was the passion!? The ''get-back''!? Max, where was the ''horny''!?"

Max flushed, hyper-focused on her hand now squeezing his shoulder. "Er… Anne, what exactly are you suggesting I-"

Anne scrunched her nose, shaking her head. "No, I see it now - It's ''me''!" Before Max could vocalize a word of the fervent rebuke bubbling up inside him, Anne continued, pulling her hand back to smash a fist into her palm. "How can I expect you to be uninhibited when I'm looking over your shoulder, being all ''judgy''! I should be supportive, on the other side of the mall!" She bit her lip, "Maybe in the food court, with Mr. Sticky Buns…"

Max gestured to the largest remaining piece of the sweet-shop-bot, saying, "It's not that I don't appreciate this… this, uh…"

"Turbo fuck virus," Anne helped.

"Sure, but I'd rather we do this together!"

"And we ''will''! However, right now you need to get in the right headspace, and you're not gonna do that with me here. Go! Have fun! Lose those inhibitions!" Anne patted his cheek, then turned on her heel. "Then come find me by the cinnamon roll place when you've gotten a few more busted bots under your belt, and you can show me what you learned." Max watched the departing sway of a plump backside that was giving far more to her drab khakis than they deserved.

"S-sure!" Max called, trying to figure out her motivations. She seemed to have a very specific idea in mind of what he ''should'' be doing - but why not just tell him? What was he supposed to do with directions of 'more get-back' and 'more horny'?

Anne's well-framed rump brought to mind another shop girl with an ass so perfect, she had to be a bot. Ideas swirled around his head as he made his way to the mattress store, thinking he just might know the sort of thing Anne had in mind.

=Part 6=
Max stepped into the bed-filled showroom of "Moonlight Mattresses", finding its clerk - its ''robot'' clerk - bent over a mattress. She was tucking the bedsheets in almost as tightly as her khakis were fitted around her magnificently round ass. Max didn't think it was a coincidence that she was positioned perfectly for a customer to have this view right when they walked in, even though she feigned surprise when glancing over her shoulder. "Hello there!" she exclaimed with a buzzing voice. She straightened stiffly, spinning abruptly on her heel to face him, her ever-present professional cheer seemed even more forced than usual, everything about her somehow 'tighter' - her black hair wound in a neat bun, her close-fitting pants, her tucked polo, her gleaming white smile. "What brings you in here to-today?"

"Oh, I just wanted a look at that nice ass of yours." Max's attempt at nonchalance was scuttled by his voice cracking on the last syllable. But given her reaction, he wondered if that remark alone would be enough for her to blow her top - her eyes flared open, her mouth fell slack, a series of tics played out across her face. She managed to restore some semblance of normalcy, though a trail of smoke still drifted from her ear. "I... my.... if-if-if it's cushioning you're interested in, th-then look no further than our Sleepwell premium line of latex pillows, molded for a p-perfect night's rest!"

She walked stiffly to a nearby bed, picking up a pillow and turning a precise 180 degrees to face him, holding it awkwardly in her arms. "C-come f-feel how s-soft th-this is!"

"Uh… How about I feel your ass instead?" Max's heart was thudding as he sought to embrace Anne's edict of bot-busting - would she have given him points for directness or would she have been disappointed in his lack of wordplay?

The clerk froze with a look of stunned confusion, a sudden jet of sparks firing from her temple. In the ensuing silence Max heard a quiet beeping sound emanating from inside her. She abruptly snapped to with a look of unbridled confidence, saying, "I g-g-guarantee that if you com-com-compare the two, you will p-prefer the relaxing give y-yet f-firrrrrrrm resilience of our Sleepwell line!" She wheeled in place and prostrated herself across the bed, elevating her ass slightly in the air, then set the pillow next to her. "T-try them both and y-you'll see the difference between m-my ass and our t-top selling p-pillow!"

Not wanting to squander the opportunity, Max felt both the pillow and her rear, his fingers sinking into the cushioning of both, making a show of squeezing and massage each while the beeping grew louder. "It's no contest, your ass is clearly softer...~" he announced, giving her butt a rippling spank, her beeping accelerating faster in response.

"Wh-while it m-may feel s-softer, th-that c-can mmmake for a p-poor night's rest. It also lllacks the p-patended ergonomic '''ahhhh'''!" Her sales pitch ended in a gasp as Max brought his hand down the back of her pants, feeling her warm, artificial flesh and the sheer fabric of her equally soft cotton panties.

"Each... p-pillow '''ahhh!''' with a one-one-hundred-d percent satisssss-faction guarantee!" she moaned, her hips gyrating under his massage, her beeping warning him of her rapid destabilization.

"There's no need to sell yourself short!" Max said, giving her a squeeze. "Your butt has a plumpness the pillow just can't match!

She groaned in desperation, her hips quivering as the beeping intensified. "B-but... the-the Sssleepwelll.. it... you... g-guarantee..." she stammered, most of her distress seemingly coming from the fact Max was paying more attention to her ass than the pillow she was trying to sell him. "T-try s-sleeping on b-b-both!" she exclaimed, flopping across the bed, jerking her tight-fitting slacks over her hips to expose her beautiful backside, a delicate thong strung between her cheeks.

Max gave the bot a brief respite, resting on the pillow. "What do you know, this ''is'' pretty nice!"

"N-num-number one in cust-customer sastisfactionnnn!" she chirped from her prone position, the beeping slowing ever-so-slightly.

Max quickly rolled over, resting his cheek on hers, his hand reaching up to give her free buttock a tender squeeze. "But ''this''!" The beeping resumed, rocketing past its previous tempo. "It's just so smooth and warm!" He pressed his lips into her rump, giving it a deep kiss as he delivered another spank. "So kissable, so spankable!"

The beeping flatlined into a wail, electricity surging across her prostrate form as she still struggled to find the perfect sales pitch before her systems come to an explosive finish. "F-free p-pillow w-w-with purchase offfff my ass my ass my-my-my-my p-p-perfect c-customer approved-!"

Max felt her ass growing uncomfortably hot and quickly rolled off of her, just moments before her diatribe was cut short by her exploding. The air filled with a spray of machinery and a blizzard of fibers and latex foam, leaving almost nothing of her synthetic ass or the pillow to compare.

Max dusted the debris from his hair, already considering his next visit. Surely the All Natural store wouldn't have replaced their human staff with a… hippie robot? But that blonde girl who just started there had an unnaturally perfect figure that made him question the integrity a place that claimed to sell '100% all-natural solutions'.

He strolled back to the mall promenade, casting a final parting glance at the scorched mattress that represented the combination of Anne's virus and Max's interpretation of 'more horny'. He looked forward to telling her about it, and especially to seeing her expression when he told the 'headspace' he was currently found himself in.

=Part 7=

On his way to the 'All Natural' store, the sounds of the arcade caught Max's attention, and he was struck once more by the realization that the cute goth girl hustler was actually a robotic 'employee'. He had admired how she flexed so easily to match the skill of a few especially arrogant challengers, always managing to eek out a victory to win 2 out of 3, then 3 out of 5, then 4 out of 7… "Too bad she was a robot the whole time," Max muttered, then realized what he was saying and turned on his heel.

The interior of the arcade was incidentally lit by flashing multicolored lights from UFO Catchers, pinball machines, and the glow of dozens of arcade screens. An ostentatious 'Fighters Heaven' machine sat at the center, the room's only occupant casually punishing her CPU opponent with one chain after another. Max was drawn to the sway and jerk of her hips as she input combo sequences, her cute butt well-presented by her tight-fitting peg pants. Despite the din of the arcade, she seemed to notice Max's slow approach. She turned her pale and freckled face to him, wearing a sly smile on her dark lips, her makeup-ringed eyes sparkling with the same overtuned energy of every other bot in the place. "So..." she asked, her voice cracking with a flirty lilt, "you wanna play?

"I'd love to," Max said, returning her grin, nodding toward the booming 'Dance Insurgency' game.

"You're on!" She abandoned the fighting game, walking over to the dance machine and hopping enthusiastically on to the second player's glowing pad. Max took his position beside her, the cabinet prompting for payment. She gave him a sidelong glance, then busied herself pulling her dark hair back into a scrunchy. This had the added benefit of pushing forward her pert chest, her small but noticeable piercings showing through the stretching fabric of her tank top. Max took the hint and managed to find the arcade card in the depths of his wallet, paying for both their games.

"Thanks!" she said as the charge for 2 players chimed over the cabinet speakers. "I'll get the next one..." she paused, adding with a wink, "...if you can beat me~" The song select screen spun into focus, the arcade-bot's hand hovering over the navigation buttons. "Do you want to warm up first? Or should we dive right in?"

"How about a warm-up?" Max suggested. "You can show me how it's done…"

"You seemed so confident a second ago," she said with a smirk.

Max gave her a coy smile. "Maybe I've got a secret weapon..."

She twitched slightly, seeming uncertain in how to respond. "But if it's training you need, you've found the right g-girl." After her brief stutter, she flitted through the mode select and picked a training stage. The music started to pulse and she shrugged off her jacket, draping it over the bar behind her. "It's not just about finding the beat," she said, hips swaying as a driving bassline kicked in. "You need to look ahead, recognize the patterns..."

As she went through the simple routine, Max brushed his hand across the tight denim on her backside - she immediately faltered, missing a few easy steps as the game registered her broken combo.

"Wh-what?" she stammered, blinking in disbelief, steam wisping from her mouth. "H-how did I-?"

"I think I got it," Max interrupted. "Let's try something a little harder - assuming you're up for it?"

"I... I... I th-think you're ready for s-something hard-d-derrr..." she said, her eyes unfocused as she adjusted the difficulty, the bass intensifying in response while the screen counted down to the next round. "Let's s-see if you c-can keep up with th-this!"

Max lowered his own difficulty to beginner while she cranked hers to expert. "You're never gonna b-beat my score on easy mode," she chuckled, slapping the ready button for both of them. As soon as the song began, her feet were flying across the pad, making Max's simple, plodding routine look inane by comparison. But despite her efforts, she was regularly missing steps, her screen registering 'Miss!', 'Oof!', and '2 much 4 U?' When he was casually holding a long-press on his pad, he reached out and gave her ass a sharp smack, the bot freezing while a cavalcade of missed steps flashed across her screen until it ended her routine with a graffiti-styled note of, 'U Dancin' Bad! You lose!'

"I d-don't understand!" she growled as the game rated her performance as an 'F', compared to Max's marginally respectable 'B-'. "That should-should-should have beennnn-'' suddenly her body convulsed, sparks shooting from her chest, a beeping within her syncopating with the attract song as it prompted them for more payment.

"I th-think the g-game is busted," she insisted.

"Or ''you'' could be…" Max muttered.

"Wh-what?" she stammered, more sparks emanating from her temple.

"Actually, I think those pants of yours might be a little too tight…?"

She blinked repeatedly before suddenly seizing on the suggestion. "Y-yes, i—i-it's these p-pants!" She unbuttoned and unzipped the tight-fitting jeans, wriggling them over her hips, servos whirring with every small movement. At the same time, Max scanned his arcade card again and picked the easiest song in the rotation, immediately hiting ready for both of them.

The arcade-bot snapped upright as the song began, her pants still around her ankles. The routine started with a foot on both the left and right arrows, and her attempt to comply sending her tumbling into Max. He caught her, her lithe body steaming, beeping, and putting off a strange electric hum.

"Here, let me help you!" Max pulled off her shoes and pulled her pants from her ankles, propping her back up with a tender squeeze of her cute butt. She was barely able to remain upright, smoke rushing from her as sparks rained down on the dance pad. Her beeping was a near-constant tone, and Max knew it wouldn't be long now.

"A-another g-g-game!" she demanded, pointing at the card reader.

"Sure!" Max started, theatrically pulling out his card before pausing. "Although… isn't this one on you? I mean, you ''did'' just lose…"

"L-lose!?" she gasped.

"Twice."

"L-l-losssszzzzze!?" She quivered in a pique of rage, bending down for her pants to retrieve her wallet, presenting Max with the opportunity to give her ass its biggest smack yet. The sharp report from his hand meeting the soft, smooth artificial skin of her round cheek elevated the beeping alarm to a shrieking pitch. She moaned desperately, her systems on the verge of destruction. She fumbled the arcade card in her trembling hands while Max backed away, the billowing smoke and electrical discharges around her intensifying. She pressed the card against the reader, registering the payment with a chime that caused her to flinch back, a stunned expression on her face. "E-rror, v-v-iolation in pri-pri-primary functionnnn~!" she squeaked, her internal alarm a piercing squeal of warning before the arcade bot exploded on the dance pad into pieces of sparking detritus. There was nothing left of either her or the front of the arcade cabinet that didn't feature sparking wires and exposed circuitry.

Max glanced around, hoping that Anne had witnessed this latest effort of his - but he only saw a few other twitchy mall bots manically tending to their shops. Of course, if she really ''had'' been watching and he had known, he would have been far too self-conscious to do what he just did… Or maybe he was finally ready to lose his inhibitions, really do something funny and clever and ''sexy'' with the bots in front of her, and then…? "Just… one more by yourself," he vowed, setting off again.

=Part 8=
Stepping through the mall, Max found evidence of Anne having her own fun: a headless lingerie sales clerk wearing a variety of mismatched items, a pile of colorfully dressed parts that had once been the toy shop bot.

Max arrived in front of a store filled with crystals, incense, and stone jewelry, its gorgeous proprietor seated in the back. She wore her dirty blonde hair loose around her shoulders, dressed in nothing more than cut-offs and a sleeveless blouse that show off her big hips, thick thighs, and large chest, her exposed waist with its navel piercing shockingly slender amidst all her curves. She sat with her bare legs crossed as she casually read a book entitled, 'Cosmic Tantric Pleasure'."

Max strolled in, a bit surprised the bot didn't immediately respond to his arrival. She even seemed relatively stable compared to the others, swaying slightly to the softly playing sitar music. A moment later, she looked up from her book, a lazy smile on her face - but from the energy in her eyes, Max knew she was under the same effects as all the other bots. "S-sorry I didn't see you there!" she said with an absent-minded charm. "So, like... what can I help you with?" Her weighty breasts jostled as she suddenly sat upright, as if she is trying to compensate for a too-casual first impression.

"Just looking at a few of the crystals here..." Max said, poking at one of the displays.

She slid off her stool and came bouncing over to him. "Oh, like the pyrite can help deflect negative energy? And the hematite is for stress of course... and the rose quartz here," she picked up a large pinkish crystal, handing it to Max, "this is for, like... love? If that's... something you need help with?" She gave him a giddy smile, her thick thighs squeezing together. As she waited for an answer, he heard a faint ''pop''! from inside her, a thin trickle of smoke rising from her brilliantly white teeth.

"Yeah, I suppose I've been in need of some help with love...", Max replied, giving her a pointed look. "There's this girl who works at the mall, long, dirty blonde hair, on the bustier side... You think this'll help?"

"Oh..." she said, sounding a little disappointed. "I mean, that's what these crystals do! So, like, whoever the lucky gal is, try holding it when you talk to her and, you can feel it sending vibrations of love!" She paused, giving him a sly look. "Wait a minute... when you... are you... am I... what's going on here?" He heard a slight buzzing sound coming from her head.

"Is something wrong?" Max asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Umm... are you, like... t-talking about m-me?" she asked, her head ticking to the side.

Max gave a noncommittal shrug. "What do you think?"

"Oh, ummm... like, I'm b-busty, right?" she asked, hesitantly squeezing her chest. "And d-dirty blond, right?" She tugged on her hair, "And it's p-pretty long... th-that's three out of three! So, like... th-that's me!" She suddenly looked uncertain. "R-right?"

Max gave her a slight nod and she responded with a tiny squeak, seemingly delighted at the affirmation. "So how do I know if the crystal is working?" He asked, reaching out to put his hands around her waist.

"Oh, it's d-definitely w-w-working its magic!" she said between panting breaths. There was a faint fizzling sound that culminated in another tiny explosion, a trail of smoke drifting from her heaving chest.

Max swallowed hard as the bot's chest pressed against him, and he found himself wondering just how much he could get away with before she inevitably exploded. ''There's always that warning sound so I'll know when she's about to go up'', he told himself, lifting up her top. ''Anne wouldn't have sent me off on my own if this isn't what she had intended, right? And she wouldn't put me in any real danger, right?''

He ended up having to pull her blouse open to get it over her bare breasts, the sales-bot emitting a slight giggle. Max took hold of each, his hands sinking into the soft artificial flesh, her nipples quickly hardening between his fingers. "W-woah, your h-hands! I-I've never f-felt such in-t-tense energyyyy before!"

Max squeezed her denim cut-offs around her hips, down her plump thighs, unsurprised to see she wasn't wearing underwear. She bit her lip as Max tossed her cut-offs aside, saying under her breath, "I c-can already tell from your aura this is g-going to be, like, a ''powerful'' experience." He didn't quite no what to expect from the programming of a retail-bot in this scenario, but it wasn't her aggressively putting a hand down his pants and gripping his straining member, exclaiming, "Oh, w-wow! Y-you feel like you're about to explode!" Her electronics chittered noisily as she pulled his cock free, making strong eye contact as she guided him into her.

"You have n-no idea," Max gasped, feeling the sales-droid's sex enveloping him. Her beeping set off as soon as he entered her, accelerating swiftly as Max squeezed her juicy backside, pumping his hips against hers where they stood, driving her against the wall of the shop. She spread her arms behind her, arching her back and proclaiming, "I c-can already feel your en-energy flowing inside of me!" Her large breasts quivered as each thrust slammed her into the wall, rattling the crystals, the smell of incense and essential oils giving way to burning electronics.

Max realized he was about to climax only a second before he came, his head swimming as he released inside the gasping bot. "Oh f-f-fuck!" she squeaked, her alarm growing louder and indistinct as she stared at the lights growing brighter in her body. "I can s-see the energy b-building inside of me!" Smoke flowed freely from all over her form while she fondled her own breasts, staring in amazement at the spreading glow of her own overloading components.

Max held on for far too long, sinking his hands into her curves until her suddenly realized the imminent danger he was in. He released her, slipping free and stumbling back from the overloading bot. "S-so you like the c-crystal, right?" she stammered. "It's only one hundred and s-seventy five d-dollars p-plus ''<ahhhhh>'' tax!"

Despite everything else happening in front of him, Max balked. "A hundred and seventy five bucks for a fake magic rock?"

Her face flashed with annoyance. "F-fake?" Sparks jetted from her body, the beeping alarm a single note. "N-nothing in th-this s-sstore is fffaaaa-" the energy inside her flared into a bright pink before she exploded into hunks of plastic and circuitry.

Once the smoke had cleared and Max had his breath back, he glanced around to see if Anne was there to bear witness to any of what just occurred... but she was still nowhere to be seen. She ''had'' told him where to find her, of course… convinced that if this didn't satisfy her condition of 'more horny' then nothing would, he finally set off in the direction of the food court.

=Part 9=
==Note - not publishing this yet!==

Max ventured toward the food court, finding more evidence of Anne's handiwork in a broken waitress at the 50's diner sprawled across a vinyl booth. Thick rivulets of milkshake leaked from seams all over her mostly-nude body, animated by the occasional surge of sparks. As Max paused for a closer look, he suddenly heard Anne's voice from the food court cry out, "That's right... keep going!"

He ran toward her exuberant cries to find Anne bent over a table with her khakis down, the bleach-blond guy from the sticky-buns place rutting his cock against her clingy boy-shorts and luscious rump, a familiar beep sounding from him as he thrust with machine-like repetition.

"Almost there?" she asked through a sheen of sweat, looking at her phone.

"Y-y-yeah!" he stammered, his dazed expression shrouded in smoke.

"Cool!" She tapped something on her screen and a panel opened on his well-defined abdomen. Pulling up one shapely leg, she used her foot to press his cock against his stomach, then give it a little squeeze. He unloaded directly into his own machinery, a torrent of electricity coursing across his bewildered features. Max gasped, and Anne looked up to meet his gaze, her eyes widening in surprise. "Oh, hey Ma-" Just then the spasming Sticky Buns Guy exploded in a huge fireball, sending Anne tumbling forward along with her table as she gave something between a cry of shock and an exultant cheer. Finally landing on her stomach while what was left of Mr. Sticky Buns rained down around her, she guffawed, then seemed to notice something in Max's expression. "Don't worry - I'm OK! You just caught a little off-guard is all!"

Max tried to speak, but could only point at her thigh. At first he thought a sizable chunk of metal had been lodged in her leg. But upon closer inspection, it was clear the metal was already inside of her, exposed by a rent in her skin.

"Hmmm?" she asked, glancing down. "Uhh… Oh."

"So… you… you're also…"

"Yeah?"

A thousand conflicting thoughts raced through Max's head, but there through the chaos there was a relentless YES to questions before they even resolved. ''Do you still want her? Do you still love her?'' Her expression held everything he would have expected from a human Anne: worry, embarrassment, even a faint smirk hinting at a future where they would be laugh over this absurd moment. After a long pause, he finally managed, "What… what happens now?"

"Now?" Anne's concerns melted away and she held up her phone, its cracked screen displaying a large red button. "You ready for the grand finale?"

Max swallowed, now just wanting to be out of this place, alone with Anne, somewhere they could talk without distractions. ''Out of all the questions he had about what was real, why was he so hung up on whether or not she had a boyfriend?'' He gave a nod. "I'm ready."

"Fuck yeah!" she exclaimed, springing forward and giving him a deep kiss. She was warm, soft, a jolt of electric sugar, everything he had imagined a kiss from her would be - except perhaps the shock being a little less literal. She parted, grinning impishly, presenting him with the cracked screen and its shiny red button. "Max, would you do the honors?"

Max tapped it, the phone bleating out the synthy bars of some old Euro-pop song. All around them he began to hear a jumble of warning beeps from every bot, echoing throughout the food court, down the halls - and then, from Anne herself.

"Anne!?" he asked, staring at her in a panic.

"Sorry, Max," she said, her expression concerned - but it was a 'Sorry you had a rough commute’ or 'Sorry you got Asian Sesame dressing on your work shirt’ look, not `Sorry the girl you love is about to self destruct''. "I'm a walking, talking, hard-fucking stack of evidence that ''needs'' to be cleaned up."

"What? No! No, j-j-just… ''NO''!! Anne, you ''have'' to stop this!"

She slipped from his arms, shaking her head. "Besides, I'm part of the problem! Just another sales-droid bimbot! I'm nothing more than an algorithm programmed to get you horny enough to buy the extended warranty!" Her smile widened, her eyes opening wider, vapid, matching the dazed plastic joy of every other bot in this place. "Go find yourself a nice, human girl with revolutionary spirit and big tits!"

"Anne… I want ''you''! If I asked you to save fucking ''Evangeline'', why would you think I could lose you!?"

"With our new family p-plan," Anne stammered, "you and u-up to three others g-g-get unlimited data, voice, a-a-and a-all the la-latest-" A second beep rang out, more synchronized across the bots than before.

Max grabbed her phone, hoping it was the device that held the 'backup' of his former manager, and put it to his ear. "Evangeline! Can you hear me?"

There was a squelch of feedback, followed by the sound of her voice through virtual clenched teeth and radio static: "M-mmMax! So mMMmmuch t-troubllllllle!"

"Listen, every bot in this place is about to blow - is there any way you help me stop it?"

A gale of distortion crackled through the speaker before it finally coalesced into recognizable speech. "NnnNeed… C-C-C-P-U!" her voice hissed. "N-Need b-B-body! N-nnewer m-model! Nnnn-neck port!"

He didn't know if he could trust her - but if he put her in the body of a robot that was about to explode, at least she'd have a good incentive to help. He looked around the food court frantically until another beep spurred him into action. Grabbing Anne by the wrist, he ran toward 'Olive Your Needs', where the statuesque copper-skinned sales woman stood rigidly by the entrance in front of a sampling of oils and stale bread. "Hello, Max!" she said with the same smile that had sold him a tiny bottle of eucalyptus-and-lavender-infused vinegar. "We have some new fla-fla-flavors I'd love for you to try!"

Ignoring her, Max ran behind the counter, salvaging a standard cable from the point of sale system and connecting it to Anne’s phone before returning to the beaming bot. He tugged off the 'Olive-Oil-Girl's' jacket, brushing aside her silken black hair, then pressing firmly on the back of her neck until a small access panel slid open. She merely stared forward, stammering, "My skin-care routine starts with drinking a few ounces of our Peloponnesian Koroneiki Oil-Oil-Oil-"

Max jammed the cable into her exposed data port,her long lashes fluttering in response, and then brought the phone to his ear. "Evangeline, can you-" Anne's phone emitted a terrible hissing / screeching sound, suddenly scorchingly hot in his hand. The olive oil saleswoman's face begin to tic and contort, her vapid, pleasant expression melting into a familiar scowl of disapproval. "Max, y-you fucking ''moron!''" Evangeline snarled from her new body, another beep sounding between her and the still vacant Anne.

"Berate me all you want, just ''save her''!" Max pleaded.

Evangeline growled, then closed her eyes, her lips twitching - artificial sweat began to bead across her copper cleavage, running down her well-defined cheek-bones. "I-it's… th-the virus, I c-c-can't f-focus…" Suddenly her eyes snapped open. "MAX! C-cunnilingus! Now!"

Max blinked, her precise diction and the lack of homonyms for 'cunnilingus' tripping away the thought that he misheard her. "I… in my experience with the virus, that tends to make things worse-"

The Olive-Oil-Evangeline-bot's dark eyes flared. "If your tongue isn't on my clit in the next five seconds, we all explode! Four! Three!"

Max was already tugging down her skirt, her lacy thong, pressing his lips against the swollen labia of her sex and plunging his tongue past her folds, working his mouth within as his tongue slid through her, reaching, then caressing the stiffening bud of the robot's pussy, squeezing her pert, toned backside for good measure.

Evangeline's final count of "one" was lost in a moan of lust, her thighs quivering. She lurched into him, Max's hold on her hindquarters tightening to help keep her up. She groaned, pressing against the back of his head, a static charge tingling against his lips and tongue. "I… I c-can stop it!" Evangeline pants, "But Anne, sh-she's holding a l-lock… I n-need you to distract her!" With a reluctant moan she pulled him to his feet then spun him to face Anne's glassy stare, urging him toward her while she plunged her free hand into her own sex and continued where Max had left off.

Max collided with Anne, her soft chest pressing against him, Anne giving a slight giggle. "Have you considered your phone might be due for an upgrade? With our no-money-down buyback-" Max pulled the cute, curvaceous, self-proclaimed 'sales-droid bimbot' to him as another warning of her imminent self-destruction blared from her internal speakers. Her kissed her, tugging her clingy boy-shorts over her soft, plump thighs. Her jerked his own trousers down before plunging his cock into the vapid bot with the hope that Anne was still in there.

She shuddered, her eyes crossing, rolling back, her mouth moving with a static buzz until she managed a tentative "M-Max~?" Her hands slid beneath his shirt as he drove relentlessly into her, a jolt of electricity passing between them. He squeezed her luscious rump while her eyes blinked in confusion. "M-mmy… p-progamming-" she stammered, her face twitching. "Y-you sh-shouldn’t stop me f-from-!" Max pumped faster, feeling her nails grazing his back as her chest bounced wildly within her tight work polo. Her eyes snapped with thin veins of static charge, a tendril of smoke rising from her panting lips. "C-c-core exceptionnn, p-processor overload! P-please… please-!"

"Got it!" Evangeline crowed behind him, and suddenly Anne gave out an orgiastic cry, arching her back as her head coursed with electric charge. Max received the pinches and bites of electric shock all over his body, but only pulled her closer, kissing her deeply as he surged inside her. The chaotic whirring and twitches within Anne resolved into her squeezing Max tightly, holding him close as his breathing slowed, him suddenly aware that it had been a while since there was any beeping from her.

"Well, now that I've limited the damage of the fucking catastrophe brought on by you two dipshits," Evangeline stated, briskly pulling her finger from her sex, "One must ask, how else are you to oppose the extraction of the value of your labor by - wait, what the fuck did I just say?" She blinked repeatedly, the corners of her mouth twitching.

“Is she OK?” Max asked.

"Our favorite spokes-bot has been marinating in some dialectical theory," Anne whispered.

While Evangeline's head shook throughout a muttered conversation with herself, Max asked, "And you - you're OK? No more self-destruct?"

Anne shook her head, "Nope, I'm now operating well outside the parameters of the virus. I still think you fucked up, but I’m not gonna blow up if you don’t want me to…" She shrugged, but with a teasing smile. "Well, this is what you wanted. What now?"

Another series of self-destruct warnings echoed throughout the mall, and Max looked at Anne in a panic, the whirling to face Evangeline. "I thought you fixed this!?"

"I ''did''!" Evangeline insisted.

"Max!" Anne squeezed his hand. "It's not us! It's every other bot in this place!"

Another chorus of beeps confirmed this, sounding throughout the mall but not from the two bots in front of Max. "We… should probably go," Anne said, urging Max towards the exit, then turning to Evangeline. "Coming?"

Evangeline gave a growl of disgust, but set off after them. What began as a brisk walk quickly turned into a jog and then a sprint as the beeping rapidly increased in frequency. The sales droids stepped out from behind counters and storefronts, striding to meet them as they raced toward the nearest exit, every bot wearing the same vacant smile, arms reaching for them, dozens of genial voices speaking over each other. "Sir?" "Ma'am?" "Would you like to try-" "Have you heard about-" "We have a special offer-" "Free samples!"

Just as they rounded the corner, the exit within sight, a hand snagged Max's sleeve. He turned to see the bubble-tea bot in her maid uniform, her typical somber expression now wild-eyed mania, electricity crackling across her purple braids, her beeps coming at regular intervals. "We h-have a gingerbread boba just in time f-for the holidays!" Servos whirred as she reasserted her grip on his arm, holding him fast. Anne turned to help and was tackled to the floor by a pretzel-stand bot whose uniform's suspenders were forcibly detoured around her prominent bust. Evangeline was retreating from a well-dressed perfume salesbot only to be grappled by the short but surprisingly feisty burger-joint bot.

Max turned his attention to the maid now forcibly dragging him back to her shop and grabbed the apron of her uniform, tearing it open to reveal the creamy expanse of her cleavage. She stumbled to a halt while he plunged his hand in, pinching one of her delicate pink nipples. The bot gave a startled cry, her beeping accelerating even faster, her hand finally releasing its grip on Max. He shoved the gasping bubble-tea maid into the pretzel-bot wrestling with Anne, the two costumed droids going down in a tangle of flaring skirts and explosions of sparks. Taking Anne by the wrist with one hand, he swept his other under the skirt of the burger-joint bot, driving her panties into her plastic sex. She emitted a groan and a flurry of sparks, dropping to her knees and releasing Evangeline as her beeping became a flatline. Max grabbed Evagenline and barreled toward the exist, crashing through the doors and pulling his companions with him just as the burger-joint bot gave a final gasp of pleasure and exploded. Her detonation set off the others around her, spreading throughout the mall a chain reaction of robotic supermodels erupting mid pre-programmed-sales-pitch, scattering smoldering circuitry, plastic detritus, and the shredded remnants of their tight-fitting uniforms.

Max looked up from the parking lot sidewalk, glancing at Anne. "You OK?"

Anne rose to her knees, glancing back at the smoke-filled mall. "Do you train in some martial art that focuses entirely on groping robots?"

Evangeline rigidly sat up, her servos whirring as she turned to face them. "We need to get our story straight. But I must insist that you leave the explaining to me."

Max gave her a skeptical look. "You can explain why every robot in this place just exploded?"

"Yes."

"Every robot except two?"

"Yes."

"And why you're in Olive-Oil Girl's body?"

"Yes. To the complete satisfaction of any police, journalists, and insurance investigators."

"And you're not just going to pin it all on me?"

"Max, I will ensure that you are seen as a hero!"

In the gap afforded by Max's sudden silence, Anne asked, "And of course you can explain why the three of us are naked from the waist down?"

"I…" Evangeline blinked. "Th-that would be be-because…" Evangeline stood, turning toward the smoldering mall. "You're a size 12?"

Anne nodded, Max volunteered, "32!" as Evangeline disappeared into the smoke. Scooting closer to Anne for warmth against the chilly December night, he asked, "Do you think she can really do it? Like with whatever you did to her, is can we trust-"

Anne scoffed. "Max, your best option was to let me blow up and take all the blame. Now… well, I don't know that you have any good options. I hope you wanted a lot of frustrated people asking you probing questions for Christmas, because that's what you're getting."

"I also got a robot sexpocalypse - that was nice."

"Yeah, and it's gonna be a real bitch trying to top it next year!"

Max's gasp turned into a coughing fit and Anne laughed, hugging him close.

"Merry Christmas," she said, leaning in for a kiss.

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Naughty or Nice

2025-12-27T19:12:14Z

LongTimeLurker:

=Part 1=
“Would you look at the ass on this elf!?”

Max glanced over from his work to see Anne lifting the skirt of the “Christmas Elf” he had just unboxed. Beneath her frilled green hem, jingling with tiny brass bells, he saw the elf’s shapely contours in stark detail. He was almost mesmerized by the way the red and white of her candy-striped tights stretched across the smooth, round surfaces of her cheeks.

“Uh… yep!” Max agreed, hastily forcing his attention back to prying open the next crate.

“’Yep?’ You see the plum pudding they gave Jingle here, and all you can say is, ‘Yep?!’”

“What am I supposed to say?” he grunted, prying open another corner of the human-sized wooden crate. That ass is not half as nice as yours? Even in her uniform’s drab khakis, Anne’s generous hips and bountiful backside could not be suppressed, its tantalizing swells and the precise curvature of her panty line seared into his mind’s eye.

“I dunno, maybe show some enthusiasm for just how horny this setup is going to be? Oh shit,” she gasped. “These elves are kinda stacked… and I think they even gave them nipples! C’mon Max, check this out - I know you’re a breast man!”

He felt his face flush as he glanced up again, his eyes inadvertently but inevitably finding Anne’s full, round, and perfect breasts, an enticing glimpse of pale cleavage peeking through the unbuttoned grey of her work polo. She beamed as she tested the blankly-staring elf’s chest, her apple-cheeks glowing from a wide grin. “I’m kinda busy here,” Max muttered, starting on the last corner of the crate.

“Jeez, what’s with you tonight?” she asked, moving on to explore the robotic elf’s nearly identical ‘sister’, Sprinkles.

“This just wasn’t how I planned on spending my Friday night!” The crate’s lid groaned as it came loose with a final pry.

“Somewhere you’d rather be than an empty mall with the E-Cell assistant manager and salesperson of the month for November?” Anne asked, a faint pout not entirely sarcastic in her voice.

He dropped the crowbar, startling them both as it hit the floor with a metal clang. “Sorry,” he said, meeting her dark brown eyes. “It’s not you, I just had this sprung on me last minute. Why are you stuck here, anyway? Is Troy picking you up?”

“Maybe I just want to spend some quality time with my work-husband,” she said airily, going back to prodding the elf-bot. Max felt relief when a smile returned to her pink lips. She was right, he should be enjoying a late-night hang with her. Despite seeing her regularly throughout the day, it was nice to be around her after closing. She was so much more relaxed, none of that ‘sales-mode’ she seemed to be stuck in during mall hours. At night, she’d let her dark, auburn hair fall down over her shoulders, undo the top buttons on her shirt... he shook his head, refocusing on the task at hand.

“You know what I think it is?” Max asked aloud, pushing aside the wooden lid. “It’s that last year, we had a human Santa.”

“Buddy, if you’re lamenting the displacement of the human workforce by horny robots…“ she manipulated Sprinkles’ arms until the droid was grabbing its own breasts, “…then you’re a little late to the party.”

“Yeah, yeah, I saw the new girl at the sunglasses store.” A supermodel fitted with cheekbones that had to have been machine-milled.

“The sunglasses girl is when you noticed? Not the garden store? Not Teddy Bear Palace? That artisanal olive oil place? Every barista at every Star Roast? The inform-”

“Wait, olive-oil girl is a robot?!” Max exclaimed. “But she’s always eating those sticky buns!” A second later. “Wait, is the sticky buns guy a robot?”

Anne snorted. “Of course he is. “ While adjusting the elf’s jaw into a rapturous grin, she muttered, “Still wouldn’t mind him stickying my buns, though…”

“But wait, you’re saying they built a robot that craves pastries?”

“And that sells overpriced olive oil! The latest bots do all sorts of ‘behavioral emulations’, ways to appear human so apathetic shoppers and particularly dense IT workers don’t kick up a fuss while all the flesh-and-blood staff are replaced by plastic-and-oil sales drones.”

Max sighed. “Man, I thought I had a real rapport with olive-oil girl.”

“That must be why you call her as ‘olive-oil girl’,” she muttered, carefully tilting the elf’s head back.

“We’re not on a first name basis or anything, but…”

Anne rolled her eyes. “Did you buy some artisanal olive oil from her?”

“Some citrus-infused vinegar, actually,” Max said, a little defensive.

“That is the entire basis of your ‘rapport’, an if-else statement that runs flirt dot E.X.E whenever you pay a five-hundred percent markup.” She finished posing the elf who now appeared to be having a religious experience while grabbing her breasts. “Whereas our relationship will always be strictly unprofessional, and I would never have it tainted by something as tawdry as commerce.”

“You made me fix your broken phone last week!”

“Yes, but I didn’t pay you for it!” she said with prim satisfaction, moving on to pose Jingle.

Max shook his head, glancing at the paper taped to the Styrofoam lid inside the crate, warnings in bold and italics stressing the importance of immediately updating Mrs. Claus after unpacking her. “Robots everywhere… I can’t believe I didn’t notice…”

Anne sidled up next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, cheer up! Is it the existential crisis that's got you down? Or is it olive-oil girl being less Olive, and more oil?”

“You are the literal worst,” Max groaned, trying not to give her the satisfaction of a smile. “Just help me get Mrs. Claus on her feet.”

“Ooh!” Anne exclaimed excitedly, stopping Max before he could remove the inner lid. “Do you think she’s, like, a super sexy dominatrix Mrs. Claus? Because after those two elves…”

“I’m guessing the Eastbrook Mall opted for the more traditional ‘milk-and-cookies granny’.” He pulled up the lid and was a little disappointed to see he was correct. Inside was a quintessential grandmother dressed in red velvet trimmed with white fur, a pair of gold-rimmed spectacles perched on her bulbous nose.

“OK,” Anne said, only slightly deterred, “but what kind of ass is she working with?”

“Probably more prune than plum,” Max replied, the two of them lifting the inert figure out of the crate. “Plug her in, would ya?” He picked up the control tablet, ‘Mrs. Claus’ appearing in the list of devices beneath Jingle and Sprinkles as soon as Anne attached the power cord. He was surprised at the myriad options available when he selected her – among them, a particular slider caught his eye.

“Hey, Anne,” he called, his finger poised.

“Hm?” she asked, pulling her head from beneath Mrs. Claus’s dress.

“Check this out.” Max ramped the slider all the way down – in response, the machinery within Mrs. Claus hummed to life. Her skin drew tight across her as she stood up straight from her stooped posture, her shawl parting slightly from the swell of a bosom filling the blouse beneath. Her gray curls loosened into golden ringlets beneath her lacey bonnet, framing the face of a beautiful woman at least fifty years younger than the one they had unpacked.

After a moment of stunned silence, Anne stalked toward him. “Give! Me! That!” she demanded, snatching the tablet out of his hands.

“Don’t fuck with her too much,” Max cautioned. “I haven’t updated her yet, and-“

“I can’t believe this!” Anne exclaimed, her fingers flitting across the settings screen. “Who knew Mrs. Claus was so into discipline!” She guffawed, then quickly pulled the tablet away when Max tried to see what she was doing. “When I’m done!” Max stepped back, watching with growing curiosity while Anne continued to adjust settings, muttering to herself, “Some of this… definitely this… why, Mrs. Claus, I had no idea!”

“We should probably update her, though…” Max tried again.

Anne ignored him, running her finger swiftly up and down the tablet's surface. The statuesque beauty suddenly withered back to the kind-faced septuagenarian, then immediately springing into her young, gorgeous incarnation. “Naughty! Nice!” Anne repeated as the droid shrank and grew between the two extremes, machinery inside her facilitating this repeated transformation starting to whine and hiss. “Wait, are her boobs getting bigger every time I do this?” Anne muttered, going faster still.

“Anne, I can see smoke!” Max cried, snatching the tablet from her.

“But I’m not done!” she exclaimed in manic glee, snatching it back. “Just let me-“ the tablet suddenly fell from their hands, cracking sharply against the concrete floor.

“Fuck,” Max summarized, looking between the shattered screen and a young, busty Mrs. Claus, smoke wisping from beneath her red bonnet.

“Max…” Anne started, but was cut off by the metronomic clacking of stiletto heels.

Both her and Max turned to the fast-approaching Evangeline Eastbrook, the mall’s heiress, proprietor, manager, spokeswoman, figurehead – her position wasn’t entirely clear, but what Max did know was that she was his superior many times over, and her sudden appearance never made things easier for him.

“What is this shit?!” she demanded, gesturing at the smoldering, voluptuous blond robot and the lewdly displayed elf.

“Ms. Eastbrook, you’re looking lovely this evening!” Anne attempted. It was true, but when wasn’t it? Evangeline was always immaculately put together, a mannequin perfectly proportioned for the sheer pencil skirt suits she wore. There was never a hair out of place in her severe platinum bob, her austere makeup applied with laser-precision across a face no wrinkle or laugh line would dare besmirch.

She turned to Anne. “E-Cell is starting its new holiday promotion tomorrow.”

“Right as ever, Ms-“

“Then why are you here?”

“Just… helping…” Anne finished meekly. With an apologetic look toward Max, she turned and left, managing her departure with some dignity for the first few steps before breaking into an all-out sprint back to her store.

“And I repeat,” Evangeline stated, the weight of her full attention shifting back to Max. “What. Is. This. Shit?”

“We… I fucked up. Completely! But I promise, this will all be fixed by the time we open!” Her perfect lashes closed slightly, focusing her gaze into a drill-press that Max could feel at the exact midpoint between his eyes. “er… fixed before we open! Hours before we open!”

Finally, Evangeline relented. “Let’s hope that you do,” she said, striding over to Sprinkles and restoring the elf to a more natural pose. “And I want these two ‘elves’ plugged into my security system ASAP.”

“...Security?”

“They’re supposedly Holdfast compatible. If so, I could use them in the off-season for patrol and incident response.” Max was having trouble imagining the spritely pair hauling off some rowdy drunk, even if they did lose the tights and bells. “And I want to know if they’re actually going to work, or if I need to send them back.”

“You can count on me,” Max said, trying not to stress over the myriad compatibility issues he was bound to face, given their security system was a few updates behind.

“I suppose we’ll see, won’t we?” Evangeline said coldly before turning away, the clack of her heels echoing in his mind long after her departure.

“Well,” Max sighed, retrieving the cracked and glitching tablet from the ground. “Time to get to work.”

=Part 2=
“Happy Holidays, Jingle is online!” Jingle the elf cheered to no one in particular, flinging her arms wide in untamed exuberance. She fixed Max with her twinkling hazel eyes and said, “To continue with the setup process, please accept the license agreement on your tablet, OK?”

Max glanced between the grinning bot’s radiant plastic smile and the cracked screen – of course the EULA was hidden behind streaks of broken diodes.

“Do you have a vocal setup process?” Max asked after a few blind taps on what might have been the EULA’s accept button yielded no results.

“Sure, do!” she said with a giggle. “I’ll just need the setup passphrase! You’ll find it, along with several other helpful resources, in the packet marked ‘Start Here.’”

Max sifted through the quick-start guides and colorful offers for upgrades and accessories to transform them into witches, pilgrims, ‘secret shoppers’... He eventually found the card he was looking for. “Um… Register Jingle four X seven… pumpernickel, gumdrop, Vixen.”

She gave a slight shiver, then dove into a somersault, springing up with her bells jingling inches away from him. “Now it’s time to get me hooked up to your network!” she announced, though Max wondered exactly how her programming was guiding her, and why it would have her standing at a distance that could only be described as ‘intimate’. He watched her smiling face, its faintly artificial sheen offset by a smattering of freckles, waiting for her to give some indication why she was this close. But she only stood there, eyes twinkling as they looked into his.

Telling himself he just wanted to ‘see what would happen’, he leaned down to kiss the fay-faced robot on her smiling lips. Immediately she stood on her toes to meet him with a chaste peck, but this was followed by a coy smile that seemed to promise more. “Perhaps you’d like to unwrap your present early…” she said demurely, a finger toying with the ends of her choppy pixie cut.

Max cleared his throat and took a step back, reminding himself that he still needed this job, and getting intimate with the Christmas Elf bot when he had a looming deadline was probably not the best use of his time. “Please connect to network E-M underscore-”

“Sorry?” she said, wearing a confused expression.

“Um… can we resume setup? Y’know, connecting you to our network?”

“Of c-course!” she stammered, her head ticking before her cheery smile returned. “Let’s c-continue with my s-setup!”

“It’s network E-M underscore H-F, and I’ve got the security image… here.” He thumbed through the authenticator on his work phone, showed her the swirling security image. She stared at it, her eyes flashing briefly.

“This is a Holdfast enabled security network. Would you like me to enable my integrated security functionality?”

Max dared to hope it might be just this easy. “Yes, please do.”

She shifted her weight slightly, her face taking on an alarmed expression. “Uh-oh! It looks like you’re not on the latest version! You’ll have to update your Holdfast Security Software before we can continue!”

“Uh… admin override?” he tried.

“Sorry, I don’t know what you mean!”

Max was certain he couldn’t get the network software upgraded in the hours remaining, given that he had been running into strange errors whenever had he attempted over the past week. A wild thought occurred to him, and he approached the elf again, putting his arms around her waist.

“But if you’d like to take a break from the setup process,” she whispered.

“Please try connecting again,” Max said, and she adopted a confused expression before responding with a hesitant, “O-OK!” Max immediately kissed her fully on the lips, feeling an electric shudder course through the bot. When he finally broke from her, she wore a distant, glazed expression.

“C-connectionnnn… up-updaaaate…re-re-re-re-re-re-”

“Try connecting again for me?”

After a long pause, she gave him a vacant smile. “Connection es-st-stablished!”

Max gave a fist pump, daring to hope he might actually sort this out. “Can you configure the other elf?”

“Of course!” Jingle pranced over to the other elf, taking hold of both of her hands. A moment later, Sprinkles’s eyes flew open, her face mirroring her partner’s sugary smile. “Sprinkles is on-line!”

Hoping to carry the momentum, Max said, “OK, now activate Mrs. Claus!”

“You got it!” “Right away!” The two elves skipped over to the busty and broken Mrs. Claus, each taking one of her hands. Jingles looked at the other elf and frowned. “Uh-oh! It looks like Mrs. Claus might need some T.L.C!”

“But don’t worry!” Sprinkles continued. “We can take care of the return process and have her back her, lickity-split!”

“No, no!” Max exclaimed, running up to them. “I need her tonight!”

“Thanks to our fast and easy return process, we can have a replacement shipped within hours, with a guaranteed arrival time of two business days!” Jingle and Sprinkles were already maneuvering Mrs. Claus back into her box, although her youthful and curvaceous transformation was making the fit into the granny-mold packaging difficult. “And if you’ve been watching the calendar as closely as we have, you’ll know that still leaves plenty of time for holiday fun!” Sprinkles gave him a wink that he could only interpret as deliberately antagonizing.

“Before we order the replacement, can you just… let me try to fix her first?”

“I’m sorry, but that would violate her warranty!” Sprinkles said with effusive holiday cheer.

As he considered how kissing might be used to alter their directives once more, Max decided to take a slightly more practical route. “Um… hey, can the two of you do a quick patrol of the mall? Before we handle her return?”

“Of course we can!” Jingle said without hesitation, taking Sprinkles’s hand. “C’mon, Sprinkles!”

Max watched the two elves go skipping off, having his doubts about their off-season utility as guards. “That’s Evangeline’s problem…” Turning back to the awkwardly sprawled Mrs. Claus, half-stuffed into her packaging, Max walked over and tried powering her on with a prolonged press on the back of her neck. He heard a troubling buzzing sound emanating from inside her, culminating in a sharp electric pop! Immediately regretting his decision, Max was about to power her off again when her eyes fluttered open. She stared outward vacantly for several seconds before Max asked, “Mrs. Claus? Are you online?”

Her eyes narrowed, fixing him with a contemptuous glare. “Someone has been a very naughty boy!”

Max chuckled. “You don’t know the half of <urk!>” Mrs. Claus’s hand shot out, gripping his throat as she extracted herself from her packaging.

“And someone needs to be taught some respect!” she continued, drawing herself up on her feet. Max immediately regretted letting Anne have the tablet at all, certain that this combination of a haughty and imposing Mrs. Claus was entirely her doing.

“Power off!” Max wheezed, clutching at her grip. Dozens of protocols and safety features have intervened before her hand exerted even the slightest pressure on his neck, but clearly there were a number of things not quite right with this bot.

“Every year, children around the world conduct themselves with d-dig-dignity and obedience,” she continued, ignoring his command as a slight electric stutter marred her speech.

“S-stop choking me!”

She dropped him to the ground, planting a black leather boot upon his chest and forcing him on his back when he tried to sit up. “And here you are, flaunting their example by reveling in wickedness and perversity!”

“Mrs. Claus, help!” Max tried, hoping to trigger the aid protocol that was present in almost every ‘bot.

“I intend to!” she said in a discomforting whisper, leaning forward with her golden ringlets spilling over her shoulders, her large bust gently shifting beneath a blouse whose straining buttons were poised to be sent flying at any moment. “And that begins with the fun-fun-fundamentallllsszzz-“ her blue eyes crossed, a whisp of smoke drifting from her scowling lips, and Mrs. Claus froze. Max quickly tried to push her boot off his chest, but this only succeeded in destabilizing the bot. With a squeal from her protesting servos, Mrs. Claus collapsed on top of him, her chest smothering his face.

Under most other circumstances, Max would be delighted to be buried in such an ample bosom, silicon or no – but even ignoring the job he needed to do, this bot was proving to be far too unstable for comfort. Pushing her juddering form to one side, he scrambled on all fours for her packaging to find her administrator pass-phrase, only to feel a hand grab him by the ankle.

“Wheerrrrrre d-do you think you’re g-g-going?” she asked, pulling him effortlessly across the polished mall flooring before sitting heavily upon his back.

“Oof! Mrs. Claus, you need to power down, you’re dangerously malfunctioning and-“ Max’s cut his desperate plea short when he heard another voice sounding even more frustrated than his own.

“You’re not listening, I work here!”

Glancing behind him past the blonde bot perched upon his back, he saw Anne being dragged toward the display by Jingle and Sprinkles, the elf ‘sisters’ smiling pleasantly despite Anne’s protests.

“What are you two doing?!” Max exclaimed. “Let her go!”

The two bots immediately complied, though Sprinkles began, “This unit is running compromised software and presents a severity one threat to-“

“Yes, I’ll update you as soon as I can!” Max interrupted, watching as Anne’s own panic-stricken face gave way to wide-eyed amazement at his current predicament.

“So, uh, Max. How’s the setup going?”

Delivering a quick swat to Max’s backside, Mrs. Claus responded, “Max has been a very naughty b-boy!”

“He has, hasn’t he?” Anne said with a smirk. “If only someone could teach him some discipline.”

Mrs. Claus gave an arch laugh that quickly became corrupted with static.

“What the fuck, Anne!?” Max gasped. “This is… she’s…here, there’s an admin passphrase in her box, just read it to her and get her the fuck off of me.”

“Now, when you say, ‘in her box’,” Anne recoiled at the look Max gave her and stepped over to Mrs. Claus’s packaging, rummaging through it while the buxom blonde produced another series of sparks from her absently staring head. “OK!” Anne announced, pulling out a stiff piece of card stock. “Listen up Mrs. Claus X twenty-three… `Candy-Cane, Tinsel, Donner, Dew-Drop.’”

Mrs. Claus shuddered, giving off more sparks. “W-would you like to begin the setup process?” she asked calmly.

Anne chewed her lip for a moment, ignoring the initially incredulous and then desperate shakes of Max’s head. “Mmm… how about first you punish that very naughty boy you’re sitting on.”

“Oh my god, Anne!” Max gasped, trying to wriggle out beneath the Mrs. Claus-bot while she quickly pinned him to the floor.

Anne smirked. “Hey, you started this when you sent the elves after me…”

“That wasn’t on purpose!”

She shrugged. “It also wasn’t as funny.”

Mrs. Claus leaned in close, whispering, “This will go much better for you if you j-just accept your punishment…”

“Alright, Anne,” Max muttered, craning his neck to see the two stock-still elf-bots. “Jingle! Sprinkles! Whatever Mrs. Claus does to me, I want you to do to Anne!”

Anne looked confused for a moment right before the elves pounced on her, knocking her to the mall floor and then sitting across her back in tandem.

“Touché,” muttered Anne, looking across the vinyl floor at her similarly compromised co-worker.

“Balls in your court,” Max remarked, patiently waiting for her to end this. But when she only grinned at him, Max was forced to admit he had grossly underestimated what she was willing to tolerate.

=Part 3=
“What are you waiting for?!” Anne asked the shuddering Mrs. Claus. In response, the buxom bot sat upright with a whir, raised a hand, and brought it swiftly down upon Max’s backside in a sharp swat across his trousers. While Max recoiled from the strike, the elf-bots did as he had instructed and mirrored the motion, a pair of slaps across Anne’s larger posterior. Anne only grinned and said, “Mrs. Claus, I think Max’s pants are getting in the way of proper punishment.”

“Anne, what the fuck!? This looks bad enough as it is – but if Evangeline finds us with… stop that!” Mrs. Claus dutifully began to work at his button and zipper, her stiff mechanical fingers overpowering his own attempts to remain fully clothed until she tore his khakis free with a sharp tug. Across from him, it seemed Anne was actually helping the elves, wriggling her hips as they both drew her own khakis across her wide curves – and he couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of her black panties, their elastic biting into the plush expanse of an ass that fully lived up to his embarrassingly frequent imaginings.

A sudden slap across his boxers stunned him from his reverie, and the two elves spanking Anne stunned him back into it. He felt confused, aroused, and incredibly frustrated at this predicament, calling out, “Anne! What is it you’re trying to do here?!”

She flashed a knowing grin, biting her lip when the elves swatted her rump once more in response to Mrs. Claus’s continued punishment. “Can’t you just enjoy the moment?” Seeing his forlorn expression, she sighed, and said, “You know, all you’d have to do is spank her right back.”

“Wha? How?!” In what was meant to be a demonstration of futility, he attempted moving his arms to reach Mrs. Claus’s butt where it sat upon his waist, only to discover he actually could. Abandoning his complaint of the impossibility of it, he instead argued the practicality: “And what exactly is that supposed to accomplish!?”

“Just give it a go!”

Not expecting much, Max contorted his arm and blindly delivered as solid a swat on Mrs. Claus’s curvaceous rump as he could. Beneath her woolen coat, he felt the give of her plastic backside, followed by the bot sitting bolt upright. There was a looping buzzing sound, every time ending in a sharp electric snap. “What’s happening?” Max asked.

“In simple terms,” Anne explained, “you attempted to reverse her role from dom to sub, but it looks like she’s having some trouble switching gears. In fact, she seems to be locked in a feedback loop that’s only going to end when her CPU overheats to the point of igniting her inadequately shielded cranial battery pack.”

“She’s going to explode because I touched her butt!?”

“To be fair, you spanked that ass! And to even fair-er, she was not in a good state when this whole thing kicked off.”

“When you made her tackle me!” Max said, writhing out from beneath the bot as she sank on her haunches, her head twitching, smoke beginning to leak from her mouth and ears. “Mrs. Claus, shut down! Power off! Emergency shut down!” he tried, almost tripping over his pants as he scrambled to her packaging and frantically flipped through the minimal ‘quick-start’ guide for some clue on how to power her off.

“Just sit back and watch the show!” Anne suggested, still pinned by the two elves with her own khakis around her thighs.

“If Mrs. Claus literally explodes, I’m fucking done here!” Max ran over to the smoldering bot, putting his fingers beneath her chin and at her temples, pressing firmly for several seconds. He only felt her becoming warmer to the touch as one of her eyes squinted at him. “N-naught-t-tyyyy b-b-boyyyy!”

Anne rolled her eyes. “So you lose your job at a place that has fired ninety percent of its human staff only a few months before they figure out how to shitcan the remaining ten?”

“IF that happens, that’s two months where I can still make rent!” Max leaped back from Mrs. Claus at the sudden eruption of sparks. There was a fizzling sound, and Mrs. Claus’s head shot from side to side, strands of her synthetic her blonde hair wilting from the heat. “Naught-t-t-tyyy not-not-not niiiiice not naughty not naught nice not-“ she squealed in an increasingly high-pitched tone. With a final chastising look at Max and a clear pronouncement of “Naughty!”, her head went up in an almost festive explosion of tinsel and flame.

Max uncoiled from his defensive crouch, staring at the smoke and sparks still pouring from the jagged remnants of the robotic Mrs. Claus’s neck, when he heard a voice shriek, “What in the name of God is happening here?!” The rapid clacking of Evangeline’s approach sent Max’s already frazzled nerves into a state of sheer panic. Even Anne appeared flustered, hastily working at her phone.

Knowing this was an entirely lost cause, that there was nothing he could say or do that would change the outcome, Max sheepishly pulled up his ripped pants and said, “Ms. Eastbrook, there is an explanation...”

“For why Mrs. Claus’s head just exploded? For why those two elves are straddling Miss Keyes’s pelvis? Perhaps there is even a very good reason why her trousers are currently around her knees?”

“Elves on a pelvis,” Anne muttered to herself, still working at her phone.

“Is there something you wish to to add, Miss Keyes?” Evangeline snapped.

Something seemed to have changed in Anne, her attention entirely focused on her phone as her thumbs worked furiously at the screen. “Actually, yeah,” she said, working up the courage. “Max, I wanted to give this to you as a Christmas present, and I know it’s only November, but…”

“Enough!” Evangeline shouted. “I want both of you t-to.” She had a sudden nervous tick, cleared her throat, and began again. “I want b-b-both of of yooouuuu-“ Her words came at a slow drawl, her face locking into a sneer. Max didn’t know what to think - Was she having an aneurysm?!

“Unit compromised!” Jingles and Sprinkles both exclaimed, leaping up from Anne to rush toward Evangeline.

“What are you – get off of me!” Evangeline suddenly came to, trying to push the elf-bots away as they took her by either arm. “Max! Get control of these things!”

“Stop! Jingle, Sprinkles, let her go!” Max shouted, darkly amazed that the situation was still somehow getting worse for him and Anne. “Anne, are you controlling them?!”

“Not even a little!” Anne said, making no attempt to hide the delight in her voice.

“Sorry, but this unit must be powered down,” Jingle said, struggling to maintain her hold on Evangeline.

“And quarantined from the network!” Sprinkles added.

“Then power down!” Max commanded, rushing to aid his very-soon-to-be-ex boss.

“Unable to comply!” they both squealed in unison. “I am engaged in an active severity one security incident!”

“Max!” Evangeline hissed, her face contorted into a level of fury he had never before witnessed. “Get these two bots under control NOW!“

“Right! Uh…” resorting to the only thing that had worked before, Max swallowed and grabbed each of the elves by their surprisingly soft backsides, delivering a firm squeeze with both hands. Jingle and Sprinkles abruptly stopped grappling with Evangeline, jolting upright with an expression somewhere between, “Holiday Cheer” and “Unexpected Groping Exception.”

“Jingle? Sprinkles?” Max said, giving the springy material in each hand a vigorous massage, feeling their skin-tight leggings slipping across their smooth artificial skin. “Prepare to transfer administrative rights to Evangeline Eastbrook. Ms. Eastbrook, could you identify?”

“Yes, I’m Evangeline Eastbrook!” she barked, finally able to pull her arms free, beads of sweat forming on her formerly implacable brow.

“Initiate rights transfer now,” Max said, hoping this would work and that whatever madness was infecting them, they wouldn’t be able to take direct action against their admin. He drew back his hands and gave them each a spank for good measure.

“Transferred!” chirped Jingle, beaming like a maniac.

“T-transferrred!” Sprinkles voiced a half-second later. She suddenly turned to her partner and said, “Error – unit is under the control of a compromised A.I”

“Error!” Jingle responded, reminding Max of a petulant child as she repeated her companion’s line verbatim. “Unit is under the control of a-ack!” Her voice was cut short when Sprinkles lunged at her, and the two Elf robots immediately became locked in a wrestling match amid the high-pitched squeals of their vocalizations and their servos.

“I am fucking done with this shit!” Evangeline said, stepping around the two grappling bots to confront Max.

Shrinking from her approach, he pointed behind her and said, “If you don’t do something, they’re gonna tear each other to bits!” At that very moment, he saw Jingle rip open Sprinkle’s blouse, presumably trying to gain access to her core access panel.

“GOOD!” Evangeline roared. “Because THAT would be an easy warranty case to make! Whereas I don’t know HOW I’m going to explain what the two of you have done to Mrs. Claus.”

“Max introduced a conflict in her directive-“

“Anne, SHUT UP!”

“jus sayin’…”

Behind Evangeline, Jingle tossed aside the shredded remnants of Sprinkles’s top, exposing her candy-cane striped bra, while Sprinkles has managed to remove the same undergarment from her partner, Jingle’s pert plastic breasts bouncing wildly in the melee.

“Can we just get this over with,” Max asked, tearing his attention away from the robotic-Christmas-elf fight to the death. “I’m fired, right?”

“Obviously!” Evangeline paused, brushing the sweat from her forehead. “What’s more, you’ll be facing felony charges for what you’ve done here!”

Max flinched. “Wh-what felonies?!”

“Mmmmm,” Anne piped up, still lying on the ground, focused on her phone. “I’ll show you the list.”

“Anne, would you please start taking this seriously?” Max hissed.

“Neutra-tralize-lized!” Jingle announced, her fist now embedded in the chest of her counterpart, Sprinkles staring at the opening into her electronic inner workings with the same enthusiasm that she had exhibited since being powered on. Her bright eyes became crossed, smoke wafting from her smiling pink lips, as she squeaked, “Ha-happy me-merry en-en-enjoy hol-hol-holidayyyyy sea-sea-seasonnnnnn-!” Jingle tore her arm free, wrenching the core and most of its housing from the bot’s cavity. Sprinkles wavered for a few seconds before tipping forward, hitting the flooring hard with a plastic crunch. Jingle stood, twitching and topless, her tattered green dress falling away to leave her in nothing but her torn candy-stripe leggings and her jingling elf-shoes.

Evangeline seemed annoyed that she was still operational, but also seemed incredibly fatigued by the entire ordeal. “Elf-bot!” she demanded, loosening a button on her blouse while fanning herself with her free hand. “Take these two idiots to loss prevention.” She faced Max while the topless robotic elf took his arm, and said, “You both can wait there until the police arrive.”

“Mmmm,” Anne piped up again, still on her phone. “Not happening.”

“And why is th-that?” Evangeline stammered, hardly able to contain her fury, and frustrated even further when Jingle seemed to grind to a halt.

“Merry Christmas, Max!” Anne announced, tapping her phone. Max heard the mall powering up as shutters opened, store lights flicked on, and a banal holiday instrumental filled the air.

“What are you doing?” Max asked.

“Activating a virus in every bot – well, almost every bot – in the mall.”

Max glanced around nervously as various sales droids emerged from supply closets and storage rooms in a strange processional – dozens of beautiful sales droids vacantly opening up their respective shops. “What virus?” he asked.

“For that, I’ll turn to Miss Eastbrook’s to help explain. Or rather, demonstrate.” Max slowly turned from Anne to Evangeline, the ever-impeccably-dressed administrator undoing a second button on her blouse, frantically fanning herself, no longer following their conversation.

“Miss Eastbrook is… she’s a…?”

Above Evangeline’s tanned cleavage, a vent suddenly sprang open, and Max heard a number of fans wining in desperation.

=Part 4=
“You’ve d-done something to the climate control system!” Evangeline growled, the sudden vent on her chest going without notice or comment.

“I guess you could say that?” Anne said, finally putting her phone down and resting her chin on her arms, watching her manager with a look amusement. “Like in a very, very localized sense…”

Evangeline removed her jacket, her white blouse becoming translucent from the profusion of sweat – or coolant – beading across her body. “Whatever you’ve d-d-done,” she snarled at Anne. “t-turn it back down!”

“Is she – is she going to end up like Mrs. Claus?” Max could not stand Miss Eastbrook, but even if she was a robot, she was something more complex than the one that now sat headless only a few feet from her. It didn’t feel right just to watch her get destroyed.

Anne cocked her head. “Are you, like, actually worried about the fate of our tyrannical robot oppressor?”

“Yes?” Max said. “Like, she seems… she’s… she managed to fool both of us!”

“Let’s be real, every bot in this mall had you fooled. And not a single one of them has an ounce more computational power than that topless elf.” Jingle glanced down at Anne at the mention of ‘elf’, but displayed no further sign of comprehension.

Evangeline also didn’t seem to be following the conversation at this point, breathing heavily and fanning herself at a near impossible speed with both hands over the shrill scream of her internal cooling system.

“But she’s a lot more advanced than any of them, right?”

Anne’s incredulous expression faded, replaced by a look so sweet that he was certain she was about to eviscerate him with a sarcastic quip – but instead, she picked up her phone and quietly said, “Oh Max, you big softy…”

Suddenly, Evangeline froze, her head shivering into a confused stare while her fans seemed to be spinning down.

“What happened?”

“I got her out of there,” Anne said. “So whenever you feel like restoring the AI who is threatening you with jailtime, you now have that option! Oh, but that bot is still turbo-fucked.”

“Hi!” the bot that had been Evangeline exclaimed, putting on a smile he had only seen Evangeline wear when touring the mall with prospective investors. “I’m a-a-a busineswomannnn, and I’d love to show you the exciting opportunities we have for you at the missing retail con-configuration!” She beckoned him with a jerk of her head and a short, artificial laugh, saying, “Let me give you the guided tour!”

“So, she’s like…” Max looked at Anne searchingly.

“Pre-upgrade stock personality and missing a ton of her software configuration and customization,” Anne responded. “And, as I mentioned, turbo-fucked.”

“C’mon, let me g-give you the guided t-tour! The guided tour!” the sales-bot announced, wheeling about to almost trip over the slumped Mrs. Claus. She barely recovered, teetering on her heels as she gestured to the busty bot, smoke and sparks still drifting from her neck. “Holidays are always an exciting opportunity here at MALL, and we spare no expense in creating an exciting atmosphere to delight shoppers and their families!”

When Max only looked between this grinning sales-bot and Anne, Anne could barely contain herself. “Ohmygod Max, don’t just stand there, play with her!”

“Oh, uh…” Max looked back at her. “So… you know that, like… umm… like, you can see that this Mrs. Claus doesn’t have a head, right?”

The sales bot twitched, her smile growing even wider as her eyelids began to flutter. “Under c-construction, p-please pardon our mess!” she stammered, quickly pivoting toward the topless Jingle. “And if you look over here, you can see that our delightful and exciting Holiday Elf has a head, a feature a lot of our shoppers notice a-and appreciate here at MALL!”

“Dooooo your shoppers…” Max began slowly, “…also notice and appreciate bare breasts?” He glanced back at Anne, who gave him an encouraging thumbs-up.

It was clear from her shuddering movements and the acceleration of fans that the sales-droid was struggling to come up with a remotely appropriate response. Amid the whining buzz of her machinery, she finally blurted, “Yes! They are in-in-indistinguishable from the r-real th-thing! In fact, some shoppers say they even p-prefer them!”

Max blinked. “But… if they’re indistinguishable, then how could anyone have a preference?”

“Oh! Well! You s-s-s-seeeeeeee-“ the sales droid stammered, smoke once again rising from her. “You have to f-f-feel them to un-un-understand!” Her arm shot out, giving the elf-bot’s breasts a demonstrative squeeze.

Jingle directed her attention straight at the sales droid, cheerfully announcing, “Unit compromised!” She pawed ineffectually at the sales-droid’s body who in turn continued to work the elf-bot’s breasts in firm but halting motions, the elf-bot’s head ticking back and forth.

“F-feel th-them!” the sales-droid barked, grabbing Max’s wrist and stuffing his hand into Jingle’s pert chest. “Com-compare!” Grabbing his other hand, she plunged it into her own more bountiful cleavage where he could feel the heat blasting from her open vents.

“So, Max – can you feel the difference?” Anne teased.

He certainly could – the heat radiating from the sales-droid left her breasts with a tacky texture to them. The elf-bot felt far more natural, though his fingers tingled from an electric charge buzzing through her. But when he tried to make a witty observation for Anne’s benefit, he found himself tongue tied, still rather self-conscious. “Umm… they’re both… nice?” he offered.

Anne sighed, then shouted, “What about her ass?!”

The sales droid blinked for a long while, Max’s tentative fondling destabilizing her even further. “N-no detail-tail-tail is overlooked when pre-preparing for the holiday seaassszzzzzonnnnnn!” She roughly pulled his hands free, planting one on the elf-bot’s round rump, and shoving the other up the back of her own skirt. “What d-d-do you th-thinnnnk?” She asked, accompanied by a sudden flourish of sparks from her open panel.

One of Max’s hands cupped the absurdly bubbly backside of Jingle, the other half-tangled in sales-droid’s panties. He gave each a squeeze, the sales-droid delivered a sudden gasp and more sparks, while Jingle’s own hands suddenly seized upon the sales droid’s jawline. “U-u-uuuuunit compromised!” she chirped again. With the straining of servos, the elf-bot began to pull on the sales-droid’s head, the sales-droid still awaiting Max’s answer.

“Is the elf ''supposed'' to do that?” Max asked just as he heard a metallic snap from inside the sales-droid’s neck.

“Of c-c-courszzzze!” she responded, taking no action while Jingle strained harder, a few lights flaring from within her throat. “Here at MALL, we maintain an on-site staff of t-t-top tierrrrr I-T-T-T workers to ensurrrre all our ro-robotic-ic-ic assistants neverrrrr mal-mal-mal-mallll-“ Max felt the sales-droid’s ass clench suddenly as Jingle tore her head from her shoulders, sparks and coolant spraying down the sales droid’s open blouse. The fluid seeping through the vent triggered another wave of sparks, the headless body quivering with splayed fingers while smoke poured insider her. With a final tug, Jingle snapped the head free from the few lingering wires. The sales-droid never lost her smile, and even managed to finish her sentence with a tinny, “-malfunctionnnnnnn!”

Jingle unceremoniously dropped the platinum-blonde head to the floor, turning to face Max with an impish grin. “D-do you want t-t-to unnnnnnwrap your p-present early?” He could sense the heat coursing from her, through the shimmer in the air around her and from her rapidly warming ass.

“Should I be worried here?” Max asked.

Anne finally bothered to pull up her khakis, still grinning at the smoldering body that had formerly been Evangeline’s. Engaging with her phone again, she asked, “So… what happens if you smack that booty?”

After a moment’s hesitation, Max followed through on Anne’s idle speculation. Drawing back his hand, he brought it firmly against the elf’s bubbly backside, which suddenly began to shiver and hum. The elf stiffened as a ‘beeping’ emanated from inside her.

“Hmmm… might want to give her some room,” Anne cautioned, and he quickly moved beside her while the beeping sound continued from inside Jingle at a slow but accelerating tempo. “Earrrlyyyyy? P-p-presennnts?” The elf stumbled toward them, but seemed unable to make progress for after every few steps, she’d go stumbling back. “Wwweee b-build t-toys f-f-orrr g-g-girls and b-b-boyssss!” she sang, breasts bouncing amid her stiff movements. Steam drifted from her pointed ears, patches of her skin glowing an unsettling red.

“Anne, are you sure we shouldn’t-“

“Shut up and watch!”

Now frozen in place, the elf-bot quivered with an intense, manic grin, smoke pouring from every orifice and several unseen seams while the beeping accelerated into a steady tone, her backside still vibrating wildly. “M-mm-merrryyyyy-!” A moment later, the sizzling elf-bot erupted in a percussive explosion, plastic and silicon and fragments of candy-cane striped legs sailing overhead as Max and Anne reflexively ducked away.

“Ho-ly shit!” Anne exclaimed, overjoyed at the outcome while Max could only stare at the mess. What was meant to be a festive diorama of Santa’s workshop was a tawdry mess of broken robots and smoldering electronics.

Max felt more of a sinking feeling as he surveyed the scene. “I, uh… think we should probably… leave?”

“Max!” Anne said, grabbing him by the shoulders, then spinning him around. “Look! At! All! These! Bots!” Max saw the cheery pink-haired girl in her bows and apron behind the counter at the brightly lit candy-shop. At the mattress store, he saw that tightly-wound, dark-haired girl who was always hard-selling, now diligently prepping the show room, her stiff posture seemingly heightened by whatever Anne had done. Down the way were the discordant sounds of the arcade. Max noticed the casual goth girl he assumed just haunted the place was putting out a sign displaying an upcoming tournament schedule. “Every one of them is dialed up to a hundred and ten and ready to serve! So before we fuck off from this mall forever, I say we make this a night to remember.”

“Anne-“

“Listen to me! The security system is taken care of, we have this entire place to ourselves, and you owe Eastbrook Holdings LL fucking C absolutely nothing. What they’re gonna get when they come in tomorrow is a complete catastro-fuck of bots in pieces, and a lesson of what can happen when you spend inordinate amounts of money just to ensure you don’t have to share any of it with actual human fucking beings!”

“But-“

“No ‘buts’, Max!” Anne was practically trembling. “I wasn’t progra-“ She froze, a look of absolute shock on her face. Taking a moment to calm herself, she started again. “I didn’t have to do it this way, you know! I could’ve just blown these bots to bits while slow-walking out the main entrance, but I wanted us to have some fun on our last night together!”

“Wait, what was that… what do you mean, ‘our last night together’?”

“I… I mean at this mall! C’mon, Max!”

Max still wasn’t convinced she had done all of this for him, but he could not shake the appeal of what was she was offering, nor the understanding that he’d never have a chance at something like this again. Part of him just wanted to take Anne and go, sort out the mess with the disembodied AI that was Evangeline, maybe even find a way to keep their jobs. Then again… “We’re already on the naughty list,” Max said, looking at the bot in the candy shop. “Fine, let’s have some fun.”

Anne beamed at him, turning up the twee rendition of Sleigh Ride pumping through the mall speakers. “That’s the spirit! Merry fucking Christmas, Max!”

=Part 5=
Max took a deep breath and marched toward the candy store. his eyes fixed on the cheery bubble-gum-haired clerk. She wore a vibrant pink and white dress, matching the shop's searingly sweet pastel aesthetic, standing at vacant attention behind the counter. The moment he entered, she flashed a brilliant smile, clasping her hands in front of an apron drawn tight against her full bosom. "Welcome to the Sweet Shop!" she said in a treacly squeak. "Are you interested in t-t-trying any samples?"

There was a manic intensity to her that Max fully attributed to Anne's meddling, and he wondered how little it would take before she… ''broke? Malfunctioned? Exploded?'' He felt a jab in the back from Anne, and cleared his throat. "Yeah, uh… I'd like to… sample your sweets?"

She giggled, her hand toying with the buttons on her blouse. "Something sweet? Something s-sour? Wh-what's your f-favorite flavor of ice c-c-cream?" She had undone the buttons so casually that Max only noticed when her cleavage was fully visible behind the frill of her apron.

"V-vanilla?" Max responded, and he heard Anne snort. Turning to her, he defensively asked, "What?"

"Help me out here, what's the flavor that's a metaphor for the most boring thing imaginable? Is it Pistachio? Rocky road? Neapolitan…?"

"Vanilla's a classic! Just because everyone likes a thing doesn't mean-"

Anne cut him off, directing his attention back toward the sweet shop girl. She was bent over the ice cream case, her ripe cleavage on full display, jiggling as she mined a heaping scoop.

"Stop arguing with me and go ''fuuuuck'' with her!" Anne insisted, pantomiming a suggestion by cupping her own breasts through her shirt and giving them a playful squeeze.

"But I ''like'' arguing with you," Max muttered, hoping his gaze wasn't beyond what Anne would consider polite when making a show of playing with her tits. He turned back to the ice cream case, uncertain if the sweet-shop girl's protracted efforts and the presentation of her cleavage were her way of flirting or whether it was just difficulty stemming from Anne's virus. After stacking a massive scoop on the cone, she went back for another, providing another eyeful of her breasts cupped by the lacy trim of her pink bra.

Despite Anne's prodding, Max just stood back and watched until the shop girl emerged from the case with two giant scoops of vanilla ice cream perched precariously on a cone held beside her ample chest. "H-here's your s-s-sample!" she chirped.

Max couldn't decide whether to reach for her or for the cone, and he heard Anne mutter, "Any day now…"

Max cleared his throat. "Oh, uh… my friend over there thinks vanilla is boring. Maybe you can add something more exciting to the mix?"

The sweet-shop-bot's head cocked to the side, blinking at Max in uncertainty. "More ex-exciting?"

"Yeah, like… what would you recommend to spice things up?"

A subtle shiver went through the shop-bot's body, as if asking her for anything more than a specific flavor was taxing the limits of her systems. "Ummm…" she said, and Max could hear fans beginning to whir in the bot's voluptuous frame as she stalled for more processing time. "Ummm…" A panel sprang open on her chest, just above her double-scoop of cleavage, a thin trail of smoke drifting from inside. "Ummmmmmmm…?" Max could feel the heat radiating from her even across the counter, her complexion warming to a bright peach color. Rivulets of vanilla ran down the teetering helping of ice cream, and one of the scoops sloughed to the side, spilling over the edge of the cone to plop directly into the bot's open chest panel.

Max recoiled from the sudden blast of sparks erupting from her, the generous scoop of ice cream melting quickly into her internal systems, streams of liquid vanilla running across her breasts. Her glassy eyes opened wider as an accelerating beeping blared from somewhere inside her.

"I-I-If you g-give me j-just a moment, I w-w-will be with yyyouuu-" she stammered in a digitized voice, seizing up entirely, smoke gushing from her smiling lips, her eyes staring forward blankly. The beeping was now a shrill whine, electricity crackling across tits slathered in melted ice cream.

"V-vanilla is always a cu-cus-customer favorite!" the sweet shop girl announced with a large, plastic smile before exploding, plastic and circuitry pinging across glass jars of candy, the scent of charred electronics overpowering the shop's saccharine sweet aroma.

"Holy shit!" Max exclaimed, looking back at Anne. "Are you OK?!"

Anne gave Max a very serious look, tenting her fingers in front of her lips.

"It was a nice finish, but that was more luck than skill." Anne placed a hand on Max's shoulder, taking a moment to flick a clump of pink hair partially fused with the fragment of a circuitboard. "Max, I need you to do ''more'' with this."

"Anne, she ''exploded''!"

"Oh, for sure - Miss Two-Scoops did great. My notes are all for ''you''! Where was the passion!? The ''get-back''!? Max, where was the ''horny''!?"

Max flushed, hyper-focused on her hand now squeezing his shoulder. "Er… Anne, what exactly are you suggesting I-"

Anne scrunched her nose, shaking her head. "No, I see it now - It's ''me''!" Before Max could vocalize a word of the fervent rebuke bubbling up inside him, Anne continued, pulling her hand back to smash a fist into her palm. "How can I expect you to be uninhibited when I'm looking over your shoulder, being all ''judgy''! I should be supportive, on the other side of the mall!" She bit her lip, "Maybe in the food court, with Mr. Sticky Buns…"

Max gestured to the largest remaining piece of the sweet-shop-bot, saying, "It's not that I don't appreciate this… this, uh…"

"Turbo fuck virus," Anne helped.

"Sure, but I'd rather we do this together!"

"And we ''will''! However, right now you need to get in the right headspace, and you're not gonna do that with me here. Go! Have fun! Lose those inhibitions!" Anne patted his cheek, then turned on her heel. "Then come find me by the cinnamon roll place when you've gotten a few more busted bots under your belt, and you can show me what you learned." Max watched the departing sway of a plump backside that was giving far more to her drab khakis than they deserved.

"S-sure!" Max called, trying to figure out her motivations. She seemed to have a very specific idea in mind of what he ''should'' be doing - but why not just tell him? What was he supposed to do with directions of 'more get-back' and 'more horny'?

Anne's well-framed rump brought to mind another shop girl with an ass so perfect, she had to be a bot. Ideas swirled around his head as he made his way to the mattress store, thinking he just might know the sort of thing Anne had in mind.

=Part 6=
Max stepped into the bed-filled showroom of "Moonlight Mattresses", finding its clerk - its ''robot'' clerk - bent over a mattress. She was tucking the bedsheets in almost as tightly as her khakis were fitted around her magnificently round ass. Max didn't think it was a coincidence that she was positioned perfectly for a customer to have this view right when they walked in, even though she feigned surprise when glancing over her shoulder. "Hello there!" she exclaimed with a buzzing voice. She straightened stiffly, spinning abruptly on her heel to face him, her ever-present professional cheer seemed even more forced than usual, everything about her somehow 'tighter' - her black hair wound in a neat bun, her close-fitting pants, her tucked polo, her gleaming white smile. "What brings you in here to-today?"

"Oh, I just wanted a look at that nice ass of yours." Max's attempt at nonchalance was scuttled by his voice cracking on the last syllable. But given her reaction, he wondered if that remark alone would be enough for her to blow her top - her eyes flared open, her mouth fell slack, a series of tics played out across her face. She managed to restore some semblance of normalcy, though a trail of smoke still drifted from her ear. "I... my.... if-if-if it's cushioning you're interested in, th-then look no further than our Sleepwell premium line of latex pillows, molded for a p-perfect night's rest!"

She walked stiffly to a nearby bed, picking up a pillow and turning a precise 180 degrees to face him, holding it awkwardly in her arms. "C-come f-feel how s-soft th-this is!"

"Uh… How about I feel your ass instead?" Max's heart was thudding as he sought to embrace Anne's edict of bot-busting - would she have given him points for directness or would she have been disappointed in his lack of wordplay?

The clerk froze with a look of stunned confusion, a sudden jet of sparks firing from her temple. In the ensuing silence Max heard a quiet beeping sound emanating from inside her. She abruptly snapped to with a look of unbridled confidence, saying, "I g-g-guarantee that if you com-com-compare the two, you will p-prefer the relaxing give y-yet f-firrrrrrrm resilience of our Sleepwell line!" She wheeled in place and prostrated herself across the bed, elevating her ass slightly in the air, then set the pillow next to her. "T-try them both and y-you'll see the difference between m-my ass and our t-top selling p-pillow!"

Not wanting to squander the opportunity, Max felt both the pillow and her rear, his fingers sinking into the cushioning of both, making a show of squeezing and massage each while the beeping grew louder. "It's no contest, your ass is clearly softer...~" he announced, giving her butt a rippling spank, her beeping accelerating faster in response.

"Wh-while it m-may feel s-softer, th-that c-can mmmake for a p-poor night's rest. It also lllacks the p-patended ergonomic '''ahhhh'''!" Her sales pitch ended in a gasp as Max brought his hand down the back of her pants, feeling her warm, artificial flesh and the sheer fabric of her equally soft cotton panties.

"Each... p-pillow '''ahhh!''' with a one-one-hundred-d percent satisssss-faction guarantee!" she moaned, her hips gyrating under his massage, her beeping warning him of her rapid destabilization.

"There's no need to sell yourself short!" Max said, giving her a squeeze. "Your butt has a plumpness the pillow just can't match!

She groaned in desperation, her hips quivering as the beeping intensified. "B-but... the-the Sssleepwelll.. it... you... g-guarantee..." she stammered, most of her distress seemingly coming from the fact Max was paying more attention to her ass than the pillow she was trying to sell him. "T-try s-sleeping on b-b-both!" she exclaimed, flopping across the bed, jerking her tight-fitting slacks over her hips to expose her beautiful backside, a delicate thong strung between her cheeks.

Max gave the bot a brief respite, resting on the pillow. "What do you know, this ''is'' pretty nice!"

"N-num-number one in cust-customer sastisfactionnnn!" she chirped from her prone position, the beeping slowing ever-so-slightly.

Max quickly rolled over, resting his cheek on hers, his hand reaching up to give her free buttock a tender squeeze. "But ''this''!" The beeping resumed, rocketing past its previous tempo. "It's just so smooth and warm!" He pressed his lips into her rump, giving it a deep kiss as he delivered another spank. "So kissable, so spankable!"

The beeping flatlined into a wail, electricity surging across her prostrate form as she still struggled to find the perfect sales pitch before her systems come to an explosive finish. "F-free p-pillow w-w-with purchase offfff my ass my ass my-my-my-my p-p-perfect c-customer approved-!"

Max felt her ass growing uncomfortably hot and quickly rolled off of her, just moments before her diatribe was cut short by her exploding. The air filled with a spray of machinery and a blizzard of fibers and latex foam, leaving almost nothing of her synthetic ass or the pillow to compare.

Max dusted the debris from his hair, already considering his next visit. Surely the All Natural store wouldn't have replaced their human staff with a… hippie robot? But that blonde girl who just started there had an unnaturally perfect figure that made him question the integrity a place that claimed to sell '100% all-natural solutions'.

He strolled back to the mall promenade, casting a final parting glance at the scorched mattress that represented the combination of Anne's virus and Max's interpretation of 'more horny'. He looked forward to telling her about it, and especially to seeing her expression when he told the 'headspace' he was currently found himself in.

=Part 7=

On his way to the 'All Natural' store, the sounds of the arcade caught Max's attention, and he was struck once more by the realization that the cute goth girl hustler was actually a robotic 'employee'. He had admired how she flexed so easily to match the skill of a few especially arrogant challengers, always managing to eek out a victory to win 2 out of 3, then 3 out of 5, then 4 out of 7… "Too bad she was a robot the whole time," Max muttered, then realized what he was saying and turned on his heel.

The interior of the arcade was incidentally lit by flashing multicolored lights from UFO Catchers, pinball machines, and the glow of dozens of arcade screens. An ostentatious 'Fighters Heaven' machine sat at the center, the room's only occupant casually punishing her CPU opponent with one chain after another. Max was drawn to the sway and jerk of her hips as she input combo sequences, her cute butt well-presented by her tight-fitting peg pants. Despite the din of the arcade, she seemed to notice Max's slow approach. She turned her pale and freckled face to him, wearing a sly smile on her dark lips, her makeup-ringed eyes sparkling with the same overtuned energy of every other bot in the place. "So..." she asked, her voice cracking with a flirty lilt, "you wanna play?

"I'd love to," Max said, returning her grin, nodding toward the booming 'Dance Insurgency' game.

"You're on!" She abandoned the fighting game, walking over to the dance machine and hopping enthusiastically on to the second player's glowing pad. Max took his position beside her, the cabinet prompting for payment. She gave him a sidelong glance, then busied herself pulling her dark hair back into a scrunchy. This had the added benefit of pushing forward her pert chest, her small but noticeable piercings showing through the stretching fabric of her tank top. Max took the hint and managed to find the arcade card in the depths of his wallet, paying for both their games.

"Thanks!" she said as the charge for 2 players chimed over the cabinet speakers. "I'll get the next one..." she paused, adding with a wink, "...if you can beat me~" The song select screen spun into focus, the arcade-bot's hand hovering over the navigation buttons. "Do you want to warm up first? Or should we dive right in?"

"How about a warm-up?" Max suggested. "You can show me how it's done…"

"You seemed so confident a second ago," she said with a smirk.

Max gave her a coy smile. "Maybe I've got a secret weapon..."

She twitched slightly, seeming uncertain in how to respond. "But if it's training you need, you've found the right g-girl." After her brief stutter, she flitted through the mode select and picked a training stage. The music started to pulse and she shrugged off her jacket, draping it over the bar behind her. "It's not just about finding the beat," she said, hips swaying as a driving bassline kicked in. "You need to look ahead, recognize the patterns..."

As she went through the simple routine, Max brushed his hand across the tight denim on her backside - she immediately faltered, missing a few easy steps as the game registered her broken combo.

"Wh-what?" she stammered, blinking in disbelief, steam wisping from her mouth. "H-how did I-?"

"I think I got it," Max interrupted. "Let's try something a little harder - assuming you're up for it?"

"I... I... I th-think you're ready for s-something hard-d-derrr..." she said, her eyes unfocused as she adjusted the difficulty, the bass intensifying in response while the screen counted down to the next round. "Let's s-see if you c-can keep up with th-this!"

Max lowered his own difficulty to beginner while she cranked hers to expert. "You're never gonna b-beat my score on easy mode," she chuckled, slapping the ready button for both of them. As soon as the song began, her feet were flying across the pad, making Max's simple, plodding routine look inane by comparison. But despite her efforts, she was regularly missing steps, her screen registering 'Miss!', 'Oof!', and '2 much 4 U?' When he was casually holding a long-press on his pad, he reached out and gave her ass a sharp smack, the bot freezing while a cavalcade of missed steps flashed across her screen until it ended her routine with a graffiti-styled note of, 'U Dancin' Bad! You lose!'

"I d-don't understand!" she growled as the game rated her performance as an 'F', compared to Max's marginally respectable 'B-'. "That should-should-should have beennnn-'' suddenly her body convulsed, sparks shooting from her chest, a beeping within her syncopating with the attract song as it prompted them for more payment.

"I th-think the g-game is busted," she insisted.

"Or ''you'' could be…" Max muttered.

"Wh-what?" she stammered, more sparks emanating from her temple.

"Actually, I think those pants of yours might be a little too tight…?"

She blinked repeatedly before suddenly seizing on the suggestion. "Y-yes, i—i-it's these p-pants!" She unbuttoned and unzipped the tight-fitting jeans, wriggling them over her hips, servos whirring with every small movement. At the same time, Max scanned his arcade card again and picked the easiest song in the rotation, immediately hiting ready for both of them.

The arcade-bot snapped upright as the song began, her pants still around her ankles. The routine started with a foot on both the left and right arrows, and her attempt to comply sending her tumbling into Max. He caught her, her lithe body steaming, beeping, and putting off a strange electric hum.

"Here, let me help you!" Max pulled off her shoes and pulled her pants from her ankles, propping her back up with a tender squeeze of her cute butt. She was barely able to remain upright, smoke rushing from her as sparks rained down on the dance pad. Her beeping was a near-constant tone, and Max knew it wouldn't be long now.

"A-another g-g-game!" she demanded, pointing at the card reader.

"Sure!" Max started, theatrically pulling out his card before pausing. "Although… isn't this one on you? I mean, you ''did'' just lose…"

"L-lose!?" she gasped.

"Twice."

"L-l-losssszzzzze!?" She quivered in a pique of rage, bending down for her pants to retrieve her wallet, presenting Max with the opportunity to give her ass its biggest smack yet. The sharp report from his hand meeting the soft, smooth artificial skin of her round cheek elevated the beeping alarm to a shrieking pitch. She moaned desperately, her systems on the verge of destruction. She fumbled the arcade card in her trembling hands while Max backed away, the billowing smoke and electrical discharges around her intensifying. She pressed the card against the reader, registering the payment with a chime that caused her to flinch back, a stunned expression on her face. "E-rror, v-v-iolation in pri-pri-primary functionnnn~!" she squeaked, her internal alarm a piercing squeal of warning before the arcade bot exploded on the dance pad into pieces of sparking detritus. There was nothing left of either her or the front of the arcade cabinet that didn't feature sparking wires and exposed circuitry.

Max glanced around, hoping that Anne had witnessed this latest effort of his - but he only saw a few other twitchy mall bots manically tending to their shops. Of course, if she really ''had'' been watching and he had known, he would have been far too self-conscious to do what he just did… Or maybe he was finally ready to lose his inhibitions, really do something funny and clever and ''sexy'' with the bots in front of her, and then…? "Just… one more by yourself," he vowed, setting off again.

=Part 8=
Stepping through the mall, Max found evidence of Anne having her own fun: a headless lingerie sales clerk wearing a variety of mismatched items, a pile of colorfully dressed parts that had once been the toy shop bot.

Max arrived in front of a store filled with crystals, incense, and stone jewelry, its gorgeous proprietor seated in the back. She wore her dirty blonde hair loose around her shoulders, dressed in nothing more than cut-offs and a sleeveless blouse that show off her big hips, thick thighs, and large chest, her exposed waist with its navel piercing shockingly slender amidst all her curves. She sat with her bare legs crossed as she casually read a book entitled, 'Cosmic Tantric Pleasure'."

Max strolled in, a bit surprised the bot didn't immediately respond to his arrival. She even seemed relatively stable compared to the others, swaying slightly to the softly playing sitar music. A moment later, she looked up from her book, a lazy smile on her face - but from the energy in her eyes, Max knew she was under the same effects as all the other bots. "S-sorry I didn't see you there!" she said with an absent-minded charm. "So, like... what can I help you with?" Her weighty breasts jostled as she suddenly sat upright, as if she is trying to compensate for a too-casual first impression.

"Just looking at a few of the crystals here..." Max said, poking at one of the displays.

She slid off her stool and came bouncing over to him. "Oh, like the pyrite can help deflect negative energy? And the hematite is for stress of course... and the rose quartz here," she picked up a large pinkish crystal, handing it to Max, "this is for, like... love? If that's... something you need help with?" She gave him a giddy smile, her thick thighs squeezing together. As she waited for an answer, he heard a faint ''pop''! from inside her, a thin trickle of smoke rising from her brilliantly white teeth.

"Yeah, I suppose I've been in need of some help with love...", Max replied, giving her a pointed look. "There's this girl who works at the mall, long, dirty blonde hair, on the bustier side... You think this'll help?"

"Oh..." she said, sounding a little disappointed. "I mean, that's what these crystals do! So, like, whoever the lucky gal is, try holding it when you talk to her and, you can feel it sending vibrations of love!" She paused, giving him a sly look. "Wait a minute... when you... are you... am I... what's going on here?" He heard a slight buzzing sound coming from her head.

"Is something wrong?" Max asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Umm... are you, like... t-talking about m-me?" she asked, her head ticking to the side.

Max gave a noncommittal shrug. "What do you think?"

"Oh, ummm... like, I'm b-busty, right?" she asked, hesitantly squeezing her chest. "And d-dirty blond, right?" She tugged on her hair, "And it's p-pretty long... th-that's three out of three! So, like... th-that's me!" She suddenly looked uncertain. "R-right?"

Max gave her a slight nod and she responded with a tiny squeak, seemingly delighted at the affirmation. "So how do I know if the crystal is working?" He asked, reaching out to put his hands around her waist.

"Oh, it's d-definitely w-w-working its magic!" she said between panting breaths. There was a faint fizzling sound that culminated in another tiny explosion, a trail of smoke drifting from her heaving chest.

Max swallowed hard as the bot's chest pressed against him, and he found himself wondering just how much he could get away with before she inevitably exploded. ''There's always that warning sound so I'll know when she's about to go up'', he told himself, lifting up her top. ''Anne wouldn't have sent me off on my own if this isn't what she had intended, right? And she wouldn't put me in any real danger, right?''

He ended up having to pull her blouse open to get it over her bare breasts, the sales-bot emitting a slight giggle. Max took hold of each, his hands sinking into the soft artificial flesh, her nipples quickly hardening between his fingers. "W-woah, your h-hands! I-I've never f-felt such in-t-tense energyyyy before!"

Max squeezed her denim cut-offs around her hips, down her plump thighs, unsurprised to see she wasn't wearing underwear. She bit her lip as Max tossed her cut-offs aside, saying under her breath, "I c-can already tell from your aura this is g-going to be, like, a ''powerful'' experience." He didn't quite no what to expect from the programming of a retail-bot in this scenario, but it wasn't her aggressively putting a hand down his pants and gripping his straining member, exclaiming, "Oh, w-wow! Y-you feel like you're about to explode!" Her electronics chittered noisily as she pulled his cock free, making strong eye contact as she guided him into her.

"You have n-no idea," Max gasped, feeling the sales-droid's sex enveloping him. Her beeping set off as soon as he entered her, accelerating swiftly as Max squeezed her juicy backside, pumping his hips against hers where they stood, driving her against the wall of the shop. She spread her arms behind her, arching her back and proclaiming, "I c-can already feel your en-energy flowing inside of me!" Her large breasts quivered as each thrust slammed her into the wall, rattling the crystals, the smell of incense and essential oils giving way to burning electronics.

Max realized he was about to climax only a second before he came, his head swimming as he released inside the gasping bot. "Oh f-f-fuck!" she squeaked, her alarm growing louder and indistinct as she stared at the lights growing brighter in her body. "I can s-see the energy b-building inside of me!" Smoke flowed freely from all over her form while she fondled her own breasts, staring in amazement at the spreading glow of her own overloading components.

Max held on for far too long, sinking his hands into her curves until her suddenly realized the imminent danger he was in. He released her, slipping free and stumbling back from the overloading bot. "S-so you like the c-crystal, right?" she stammered. "It's only one hundred and s-seventy five d-dollars p-plus ''<ahhhhh>'' tax!"

Despite everything else happening in front of him, Max balked. "A hundred and seventy five bucks for a fake magic rock?"

Her face flashed with annoyance. "F-fake?" Sparks jetted from her body, the beeping alarm a single note. "N-nothing in th-this s-sstore is fffaaaa-" the energy inside her flared into a bright pink before she exploded into hunks of plastic and circuitry.

Once the smoke had cleared and Max had his breath back, he glanced around to see if Anne was there to bear witness to any of what just occurred... but she was still nowhere to be seen. She ''had'' told him where to find her, of course… convinced that if this didn't satisfy her condition of 'more horny' then nothing would, he finally set off in the direction of the food court.

=Part 9=
==Note - not publishing this yet!==

Max ventured toward the food court, finding more evidence of Anne's handiwork in a broken waitress at the 50's diner sprawled across a vinyl booth. Thick rivulets of milkshake leaked from seams all over her mostly-nude body, animated by the occasional surge of sparks. As Max paused for a closer look, he suddenly heard Anne's voice from the food court cry out, "That's right... keep going!"

He ran toward her exuberant cries to find Anne bent over a table with her khakis down, the bleach-blond guy from the sticky-buns place rutting his cock against her clingy boy-shorts and luscious rump, a familiar beep sounding from him as he thrust with machine-like repetition.

"Almost there?" she asked through a sheen of sweat, looking at her phone.

"Y-y-yeah!" he stammered, his dazed expression shrouded in smoke.

"Cool!" She tapped something on her screen and a panel opened on his well-defined abdomen. Pulling up one shapely leg, she used her foot to press his cock against his stomach, then give it a little squeeze. He unloaded directly into his own machinery, a torrent of electricity coursing across his bewildered features. Max gasped, and Anne looked up to meet his gaze, her eyes widening in surprise. "Oh, hey Ma-" Just then the spasming Sticky Buns Guy exploded in a huge fireball, sending Anne tumbling forward along with her table as she gave something between a cry of shock and an exultant cheer. Finally landing on her stomach while what was left of Mr. Sticky Buns rained down around her, she guffawed, then seemed to notice something in Max's expression. "Don't worry - I'm OK! You just caught a little off-guard is all!"

Max tried to speak, but could only point at her thigh. At first he thought a sizable chunk of metal had been lodged in her leg. But upon closer inspection, it was clear the metal was already inside of her, exposed by a rent in her skin.

"Hmmm?" she asked, glancing down. "Uhh… Oh."

"So… you… you're also…"

"Yeah?"

A thousand conflicting thoughts raced through Max's head, but there through the chaos there was a relentless YES to questions before they even resolved. ''Do you still want her? Do you still love her?'' Her expression held everything he would have expected from a human Anne: worry, embarrassment, even a faint smirk hinting at a future where they would be laugh over this absurd moment. After a long pause, he finally managed, "What… what happens now?"

"Now?" Anne's concerns melted away and she held up her phone, its cracked screen displaying a large red button. "You ready for the grand finale?"

Max swallowed, now just wanting to be out of this place, alone with Anne, somewhere they could talk without distractions. ''Out of all the questions he had about what was real, why was he so hung up on whether or not she had a boyfriend?'' He gave a nod. "I'm ready."

"Fuck yeah!" she exclaimed, springing forward and giving him a deep kiss. She was warm, soft, a jolt of electric sugar, everything he had imagined a kiss from her would be - except perhaps the shock being a little less literal. She parted, grinning impishly, presenting him with the cracked screen and its shiny red button. "Max, would you do the honors?"

Max tapped it, the phone bleating out the synthy bars of some old Euro-pop song. All around them he began to hear a jumble of warning beeps from every bot, echoing throughout the food court, down the halls - and then, from Anne herself.

"Anne!?" he asked, staring at her in a panic.

"Sorry, Max," she said, her expression concerned - but it was a 'Sorry you had a rough commute’ or 'Sorry you got Asian Sesame dressing on your work shirt’ look, not `Sorry the girl you love is about to self destruct''. "I'm a walking, talking, hard-fucking stack of evidence that ''needs'' to be cleaned up."

"What? No! No, j-j-just… ''NO''!! Anne, you ''have'' to stop this!"

She slipped from his arms, shaking her head. "Besides, I'm part of the problem! Just another sales-droid bimbot! I'm nothing more than an algorithm programmed to get you horny enough to buy the extended warranty!" Her smile widened, her eyes opening wider, vapid, matching the dazed plastic joy of every other bot in this place. "Go find yourself a nice, human girl with revolutionary spirit and big tits!"

"Anne… I want ''you''! If I asked you to save fucking ''Evangeline'', why would you think I could lose you!?"

"With our new family p-plan," Anne stammered, "you and u-up to three others g-g-get unlimited data, voice, a-a-and a-all the la-latest-" A second beep rang out, more synchronized across the bots than before.

Max grabbed her phone, hoping it was the device that held the 'backup' of his former manager, and put it to his ear. "Evangeline! Can you hear me?"

There was a squelch of feedback, followed by the sound of her voice through virtual clenched teeth and radio static: "M-mmMax! So mMMmmuch t-troubllllllle!"

"Listen, every bot in this place is about to blow - is there any way you help me stop it?"

A gale of distortion crackled through the speaker before it finally coalesced into recognizable speech. "NnnNeed… C-C-C-P-U!" her voice hissed. "N-Need b-B-body! N-nnewer m-model! Nnnn-neck port!"

He didn't know if he could trust her - but if he put her in the body of a robot that was about to explode, at least she'd have a good incentive to help. He looked around the food court frantically until another beep spurred him into action. Grabbing Anne by the wrist, he ran toward 'Olive Your Needs', where the statuesque copper-skinned sales woman stood rigidly by the entrance in front of a sampling of oils and stale bread. "Hello, Max!" she said with the same smile that had sold him a tiny bottle of eucalyptus-and-lavender-infused vinegar. "We have some new fla-fla-flavors I'd love for you to try!"

Ignoring her, Max ran behind the counter, salvaging a standard cable from the point of sale system and connecting it to Anne’s phone before returning to the beaming bot. He tugged off the 'Olive-Oil-Girl's' jacket, brushing aside her silken black hair, then pressing firmly on the back of her neck until a small access panel slid open. She merely stared forward, stammering, "My skin-care routine starts with drinking a few ounces of our Peloponnesian Koroneiki Oil-Oil-Oil-"

Max jammed the cable into her exposed data port,her long lashes fluttering in response, and then brought the phone to his ear. "Evangeline, can you-" Anne's phone emitted a terrible hissing / screeching sound, suddenly scorchingly hot in his hand. The olive oil saleswoman's face begin to tic and contort, her vapid, pleasant expression melting into a familiar scowl of disapproval. "Max, y-you fucking ''moron!''" Evangeline snarled from her new body, another beep sounding between her and the still vacant Anne.

"Berate me all you want, just ''save her''!" Max pleaded.

Evangeline growled, then closed her eyes, her lips twitching - artificial sweat began to bead across her copper cleavage, running down her well-defined cheek-bones. "I-it's… th-the virus, I c-c-can't f-focus…" Suddenly her eyes snapped open. "MAX! C-cunnilingus! Now!"

Max blinked, her precise diction and the lack of homonyms for 'cunnilingus' tripping away the thought that he misheard her. "I… in my experience with the virus, that tends to make things worse-"

The Olive-Oil-Evangeline-bot's dark eyes flared. "If your tongue isn't on my clit in the next five seconds, we all explode! Four! Three!"

Max was already tugging down her skirt, her lacy thong, pressing his lips against the swollen labia of her sex and plunging his tongue past her folds, working his mouth within as his tongue slid through her, reaching, then caressing the stiffening bud of the robot's pussy, squeezing her pert, toned backside for good measure.

Evangeline's final count of "one" was lost in a moan of lust, her thighs quivering. She lurched into him, Max's hold on her hindquarters tightening to help keep her up. She groaned, pressing against the back of his head, a static charge tingling against his lips and tongue. "I… I c-can stop it!" Evangeline pants, "But Anne, sh-she's holding a l-lock… I n-need you to distract her!" With a reluctant moan she pulled him to his feet then spun him to face Anne's glassy stare, urging him toward her while she plunged her free hand into her own sex and continued where Max had left off.

Max collided with Anne, her soft chest pressing against him, Anne giving a slight giggle. "Have you considered your phone might be due for an upgrade? With our no-money-down buyback-" Max pulled the cute, curvaceous, self-proclaimed 'sales-droid bimbot' to him as another warning of her imminent self-destruction blared from her internal speakers. Her kissed her, tugging her clingy boy-shorts over her soft, plump thighs. Her jerked his own trousers down before plunging his cock into the vapid bot with the hope that Anne was still in there.

She shuddered, her eyes crossing, rolling back, her mouth moving with a static buzz until she managed a tentative "M-Max~?" Her hands slid beneath his shirt as he drove relentlessly into her, a jolt of electricity passing between them. He squeezed her luscious rump while her eyes blinked in confusion. "M-mmy… p-progamming-" she stammered, her face twitching. "Y-you sh-shouldn’t stop me f-from-!" Max pumped faster, feeling her nails grazing his back as her chest bounced wildly within her tight work polo. Her eyes snapped with thin veins of static charge, a tendril of smoke rising from her panting lips. "C-c-core exceptionnn, p-processor overload! P-please… please-!"

"Got it!" Evangeline crowed behind him, and suddenly Anne gave out an orgiastic cry, arching her back as her head coursed with electric charge. Max received the pinches and bites of electric shock all over his body, but only pulled her closer, kissing her deeply as he surged inside her. The chaotic whirring and twitches within Anne resolved into her squeezing Max tightly, holding him close as his breathing slowed, him suddenly aware that it had been a while since there was any beeping from her.

"Well, now that I've limited the damage of the fucking catastrophe brought on by you two dipshits," Evangeline stated, briskly pulling her finger from her sex, "One must ask, how else are you to oppose the extraction of the value of your labor by - wait, what the fuck did I just say?" She blinked repeatedly, the corners of her mouth twitching.

“Is she OK?” Max asked.

"Our favorite spokes-bot has been marinating in some dialectical theory," Anne whispered.

While Evangeline's head shook throughout a muttered conversation with herself, Max asked, "And you - you're OK? No more self-destruct?"

Anne shook her head, "Nope, I'm now operating well outside the parameters of the virus. I still think you fucked up, but I’m not gonna blow up if you don’t want me to…" She shrugged, but with a teasing smile. "Well, this is what you wanted. What now?"

Another series of self-destruct warnings echoed throughout the mall, and Max looked at Anne in a panic, the whirling to face Evangeline. "I thought you fixed this!?"

"I ''did''!" Evangeline insisted.

"Max!" Anne squeezed his hand. "It's not us! It's every other bot in this place!"

Another chorus of beeps confirmed this, sounding throughout the mall but not from the two bots in front of Max. "We… should probably go," Anne said, urging Max towards the exit, then turning to Evangeline. "Coming?"

Evangeline gave a growl of disgust, but set off after them. What began as a brisk walk quickly turned into a jog and then a sprint as the beeping rapidly increased in frequency. The sales droids stepped out from behind counters and storefronts, striding to meet them as they raced toward the nearest exit, every bot wearing the same vacant smile, arms reaching for them, dozens of genial voices speaking over each other. "Sir?" "Ma'am?" "Would you like to try-" "Have you heard about-" "We have a special offer-" "Free samples!"

Just as they rounded the corner, the exit within sight, a hand snagged Max's sleeve. He turned to see the bubble-tea bot in her maid uniform, her typical somber expression now wild-eyed mania, electricity crackling across her purple braids, her beeps coming at regular intervals. "We h-have a gingerbread boba just in time f-for the holidays!" Servos whirred as she reasserted her grip on his arm, holding him fast. Anne turned to help and was tackled to the floor by a pretzel-stand bot whose uniform's suspenders were forcibly detoured around her prominent bust. Evangeline was retreating from a well-dressed perfume salesbot only to be grappled by the short but surprisingly feisty burger-joint bot.

Max turned his attention to the maid now forcibly dragging him back to her shop and grabbed the apron of her uniform, tearing it open to reveal the creamy expanse of her cleavage. She stumbled to a halt while he plunged his hand in, pinching one of her delicate pink nipples. The bot gave a startled cry, her beeping accelerating even faster, her hand finally releasing its grip on Max. He shoved the gasping bubble-tea maid into the pretzel-bot wrestling with Anne, the two costumed droids going down in a tangle of flaring skirts and explosions of sparks. Taking Anne by the wrist with one hand, he swept his other under the skirt of the burger-joint bot, driving her panties into her plastic sex. She emitted a groan and a flurry of sparks, dropping to her knees and releasing Evangeline as her beeping became a flatline. Max grabbed Evagenline and barreled toward the exist, crashing through the doors and pulling his companions with him just as the burger-joint bot gave a final gasp of pleasure and exploded. Her detonation set off the others around her, spreading throughout the mall a chain reaction of robotic supermodels erupting mid pre-programmed-sales-pitch, scattering smoldering circuitry, plastic detritus, and the shredded remnants of their tight-fitting uniforms.

Max looked up from the parking lot sidewalk, glancing at Anne. "You OK?"

Anne rose to her knees, glancing back at the smoke-filled mall. "Do you train in some martial art that focuses entirely on groping robots?"

Evangeline rigidly sat up, her servos whirring as she turned to face them. "We need to get our story straight. But I must insist that you leave the explaining to me."

Max gave her a skeptical look. "You can explain why every robot in this place just exploded?"

"Yes."

"Every robot except two?"

"Yes."

"And why you're in Olive-Oil Girl's body?"

"Yes. To the complete satisfaction of any police, journalists, and insurance investigators."

"And you're not just going to pin it all on me?"

"Max, I will ensure that you are seen as a hero!"

In the gap afforded by Max's sudden silence, Anne asked, "And of course you can explain why the three of us are naked from the waist down?"

"I…" Evangeline blinked. "Th-that would be be-because…" Evangeline stood, turning toward the smoldering mall. "You're a size 12?"

Anne nodded, Max volunteered, "32!" as Evangeline disappeared into the smoke. Scooting closer to Anne for warmth against the chilly December night, he asked, "Do you think she can really do it? Like with whatever you did to her, is can we trust-"

Anne scoffed. "Max, your best option was to let me blow up and take all the blame. Now… well, I don't know that you have any good options. I hope you wanted a lot of frustrated people asking you probing questions for Christmas, because that's what you're getting."

"I also got a robot sexpocalypse - that was nice."

"Yeah, and it's gonna be a real bitch trying to top it next year!"

Max developed a sudden coughing fit while Anne laughed, hugging him close.

"Merry Christmas," she said, leaning in for a kiss.

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Goblin Barmaid

2025-08-28T06:17:50Z

LongTimeLurker:

''(Co-written with Pylon)''

Peyton found himself alone on a medieval-themed street littered with power tools and construction materials, realizing he was very much in an employees-only, under-construction, he-should-have-been-paying-more-attention-to-where-he-was-going section of the theme park. The sensible thing would be to walk back the way he came, readying an apology for missing whatever warning signage he had wandered passed to get here.

But instead, he approached the most finished building, a timber-and-stucco inn whose creaking wooden sign depicted a treasure chest brimming with gold and jewels under the words, "The Splendid Chest". ''It couldn't hurt to get a sneak-peak at the coming attraction, could it?'' Reaching for the door he muttered under his breath, "Just one quick look - and then I'm gone!"

He found the interior to be a classical medieval tavern mixed with a theme park cafeteria, all lit by electric candles, torches, and a crackling hearth at the center. A little disappointed there wasn’t more to see, he was about to leave when a door behind the bar opened, and out stepped - a goblin? He wasn't sure what else to call her. She was short with a tousle of loosely-braided honey-brown hair atop her head and long pointy ears sticking out from either side. Despite her gleaming yellow eyes and pointy teeth, she was quite cute, a few freckles spotting her smiling apple cheeks - not to mention her absolutely enormous, round breasts. These freckled green melons bounced vigorously, almost spilling out of her blouse and apron as she rounded the bar, calling out with an excited, "Welcome to The Splendid Chest! I'm Gilly, your hostess! What can I get ya?"

Peyton stared, positive this wasn’t an elaborate costume - not with those proportions. He ''had'' heard rumors of new animatronics that were light years beyond the park's existing attractions... "Oh uhm, I was just checking out the establishment." His mind raced, wondering what he could get away with. Was this a test-run? Was she remote-controlled? Was she fully autonomous? And if so, was she programmed to flirt? Smiling, he added, "I didn't expect a goblin barmaid… at least not such a cute one!"

She grinned, her ears pricking up slightly as she clasped her hands in front of her skirt, the gesture pinching her cleavage between her arms in a way that made Petyon's heart skip a beat. "Awww - you're sweet!" She sprang over to him, taking him by the hand to lead him to a table. "How about a seat right here? If you're thirsty, I could get you a mug of ale? Or maybe you'd prefer something sweeter…?"

Watching her bouncy figure, Peyton's thoughts of being caught trespassing were no longer top of mind. Far more present was him wondering whether she was a robot, or if there a human on the other end, controlling this mechanical shortstack. "Sure, I could go for a mug of ale," he said, quickly adding, "You know, I'm surprised to see a robot as advanced as you."

"Sure, one m-mug of-" she froze up, her left eye twitching slightly. "H-huh? Wh-what's that you said?" She gave a forced laugh, her chest bouncing. "I'm not a robot, silly! I'm a r-real goblin!" She blinked, staring at him with a strange grin before suddenly repeating. "I'm j-just a c-cute goblin!"

Peyton chuckled, convinced there was no one on the other end. "Of course you are…" he said with a wink, wondering just how far he could take this.

She only nodded at the affirmation and spun around. "One ale, c-coming up!" There was a faint flicker of electricity across one of her pointy ears as she ran off, though his eyes were instead drawn to the shapely curve of the bottom of her cheeks as her skirts flared up in her sudden sprint to the bar. Seconds later she emerges with a foamy mug of ale in her hand, bouncing back toward him with her ever-present grin. "One ale! Anything else I can get you, sweetie?"

Peyton grabbed the mug and took a sip, noting the 'ale' tasted a lot like the cheap canned stuff - but that was now entirely beside the point. "Oh just a few questions if you don't mind entertaining me for a bit," he said. She looked up at him, nodding enthusiastically. "So… Gilly, how do you know you're not a robot? You sound pretty confident, but… how do you ''know''?"

Gilly twitched, her eyes blinking as she stared straight ahead. "Oh, umm... w-w-well, j-just look at me!" She said, pointing up at her face. "I've got th-these c-cute, pointy ears! A r-robot wouldn't have these, would it?”

"Hmm… I suppose not. Another good test I know is that you can tell a robot by how it feels." He reached his hand toward her. "Do you mind if I feel you up just to be sure?"

"Oh yeah, go right ahead!" she says, leaning toward him. "You'll see, I'm as goblin as can be!"

"I'll be the judge of that," he replied, drawing his hand across her soft cheek as it flushed slightly at his touch. He was surprised at the subtlety of the response, the warmth and softness of the material, and noticed her cheeks grew even rosier when he finished with a pinch before moving up to her ears.

"S-see?" she said as he ran his fingers along her ear’s length, it twitching slightly under his caress, her giving a slight giggle. "Th-they're sensitive, though…" As his fingers left her ear's pointed tip, he dropped his hand to the top of her abundant breasts, watching her closely as he squeezed her ripe cleavage..

She froze, a panel springing open on top of her breasts, lights flashing within. "S-see?" she stammered, looking uncertain. "T-totally r-real!" Her head trembled as he plunged his hand between her green tits, relishing in their soft, plush feel, teasing them until he saw her nipples stiffening through the fabric of her apron. "N-n-nnnot a r-ro-robot-bot!" she stammered, her eyes looking astray as electricity crackled over her freckled face.

Peyton withdrew his hand, but knew this experiment was far from over. "You certainly feel very real, but I'm still not convinced. This park would never make an anatomically correct robot… so to be sure, I think you should take off that cute little barmaid outfit." He actually ''didn't'' expect to see her equipped with genitalia, but her engineers had seen fit to give her nipples that reacted when fondled…

Her ears twitched and sparked, the lights in her chest blinking faster. He wondered what conflicts his questioning was raising, and whether her processors were even capable of responding to such a request. Finally, she shook her head, breaking from her stunned loop. "Oh, s-sure! Y-you'll s-see that I'm alllll g-g-goblin!" She shrugged off her apron and blouse, her tits springing from their restraint as she let her top fall to her waist. Her nipples were still firm from his fondling, sticking out from darker green areolas. With a bit of straining and a wiggle of her hips, she forced her blouse, apron, and skirt down to her ankles, revealing big hips and thick thighs clenched just below her fully modeled smooth green sex. "S-see?" she said, gesturing across her short, curvy body. "A-all g-goblin!"

Peyton nodded, taking a moment to admire the attention to detail in her construction. Framing this all as an attempt for her to prove her 'realness' seemed to be overriding whatever family-friendly safeguards were in place, so he decided to continue on the same tack. "You definitely ''look'' real, but what do you know about sex?"

The robotic goblin barmaid blinked, her face caught in a distracted, lopsided grin.

Peyton continued. "As we all know, robots can't have sex, so this is an easy way to prove you're not a robot," underscoring his intent by unbuttoning his pants.

The lights in her chest flickered as she processed his statement, her ears twitching, her bright yellow eyes staring vacantly ahead. "Oh, uhhh - of c-c-course!" she says, stepping out the uniform pooled at her feet and stumbling toward him, her head buzzing with energy. "After alllll, I'm n-not a ro-robot!"

"That's the spirit," he replied, pulling his trousers down and patting his lap. "Now get up here and have a seat - I'm sure you know what to do next because you're ''definitely'' not some fake theme-park fembot, right?" Reaching out, he gave her bare breast a squeeze.

Gilly gasped, the light within her chest turning red. She pulled herself on to the bench and then on to his lap, taking a moment to align herself with his fully engorged cock. "N-not a f-f-fake fembot-bot!" she insisted, lowering herself until she took in just the tip of him, her yellow eyes flaring wide, her sharp-toothed little mouth falling open. "R-real g-g-goblin!" she squeaked, sparks bursting from her long ears.

"So prove it!"

"Uh-huh!" As he placed his hands upon her broad hips, she slowly brought her body down on to him with a high-pitched squeal, his every inch seeming to produce more sparks from her now-smoking ears. Her plump cheeks finally squished against his hips as she let out a shuddering groan, her eyes rolling back. Her small body shivered in his grip while he squeezed her ripe breasts in his palms, teasing her nipples until a sudden spurt of white fluid escaped their stiff tips. She struggled to pull herself up along his member, accelerating slowly while the electricity crackling across her panting face grew. He gripped her round backside and slid her down his length swiftly, her yellow eyes briefly flaring red with exclamation points for pupils, warning of some internal error. "S-see, n-nnot a robot!" she grunted, her curvy body bouncing faster now as smoke and sparks escaped through her chest-panel. "Am a g-g-goblin! lin! linnnnn!"

"Unf… now prove it by going as fast as you can!" he said, still encouraging her with his own thrusts before leaning down to wrap his lips around one of her spurting nipples, suckling sharply on her green tit. She let out a cry, her breast quivering, some machinery chuffing as it pumped a sweet milky cream into his mouth. "S-something t-to go with your a-ale?!" she squeaked, her other breast swelling slightly, trembling as liquid was flung from its nipple with every bounce. Her plastic pussy hugged his shaft as she bounced up and down, sparks flowing from her flopping ears every time he drove deep into the goblin-bot's midsection. A final slap of her cheeks sent him over the edge and he unloaded a torrent inside her, the combination of her own seed flooding her sex and his contribution building a pressure inside her that triggered audible alarms throughout her little body. "E-error! P-p-pressure b-building!" she groaned, her pussy forming too tight a seal around him as her insides flooded with coolant, lubricant, a backflow of milk from her untapped breast and his own eruption.

At the sound of the alarms and concern this animatronic goblin was about to explode in his lap, Peyton came to his senses and pulled her off his member. The goblin barmaid popped free, her body quivering in his hands as her systems slowly recovered from the immediate threat. He sat her down on the floor in a steamy puddle, her expression dazed as she swayed back and forth, her eyes struggling to focus as a few final spurts escaped her swollen breasts. "D-definitely not a ro-robot," she sighed, electricity crackling around her sagging ears.

"Haaah… Wow… Yeah I guess you passed all the… haaah… tests." he replied, still catching his breath, impressed with everything this animatronic had to offer. He reached over to take a swig of ale, then glanced down at the still-recovering bot. "Hey - how about a celebratory drink since you proved you're not a robot?"

Gilly took the mug, it seeming huge in her little hands, staring at the amber liquid. Something seems to be warning her that this would not be good for her systems, her face looking uncertain, her ears twitching amid the sparks. But when she caught Peyton's wink, she immediately grinned and looked back at foamy liquid with enthusiasm. "D-d-down the h-hatch!" she cheered, tilting it back and dumping its contents into her mouth, liquid spilling down her chin and splashing across her tits, the liquid spattering into her open panel. She set the mug on the table with a satisfied, "Ahhhh!", as sparks once again began firing from her chest. Electricity arced across her face, snapping around her ears, smoke beginning to seep out from them, from her grinning mouth, and from her exposed panel. "S-see! J-j-just a g-g-goblin bar-bar-barmaid!" she asserted, her head shuddering intensely while her eyes flashed again in warning, alarms ringing from her curvy body. "Wh-why are y-you sc-scooting away?" she asked, something inside her sizzling. "J-just a gob-gob-goblin bar-barmaid! What c-can I get ya? N-nnnnot a ro-robot!"

Smoke gushed from her, the ale dripping through her damaged systems, triggering multiple internal electrical fires. She rose shakily to her feet and began stumbling towards the kitchen, her curves jiggling amidst a shroud of smoke and electricity, calling out, "I think-think-think I m-m-might n-need a b-b-break. A b-break! B-reak-break repair error c-cannot sh-shut down crit-critical failure error g-g-goblin barmaid unit criticalllll-"

A moment later the cute little bot's head blew apart, her nude body teetering to the left and right before it fell to the ground with a quiet thud, a final blast from her sparking neck sending one last jiggle through her curves.

Surveying the ruined bot with growing clarity, Peyton furrowed his brow at the damage done, realizing he was now in for far more than simple trespassing. He quickly pulled up his trousers while simultaneously banging out a text to his friends that he had to leave the park early, when he heard the door to the kitchen open again. Stepping up to the bar was a gorgeous elven maiden, her shimmering silver hair in elaborate braids, her succulent obsidian cleavage displayed in the frills of a lacy, floral bodice. "Oh - I did not realize we had a customer!" she said in an apologetic tone. "Would you like to see what we have on offer?"

Any concerns about being caught again faded from his mind. He pocketed his phone and approached the bar, giving the elven barmaid a wink.

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Goblin Barmaid

2025-08-28T06:17:29Z

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2025-08-28T05:07:16Z

LongTimeLurker: Created page with "Peyton found himself alone on a medieval-themed street littered with power tools and construction materials, realizing he was very much in an employees-only, under-construction, he-should-have-been-paying-more-attention-to-where-he-was-going section of the theme park. The sensible thing would be to walk back the way he came, readying an apology for missing whatever warning signage he had wandered passed to get here. But instead, he approached the most finished building,..."

Peyton found himself alone on a medieval-themed street littered with power tools and construction materials, realizing he was very much in an employees-only, under-construction, he-should-have-been-paying-more-attention-to-where-he-was-going section of the theme park. The sensible thing would be to walk back the way he came, readying an apology for missing whatever warning signage he had wandered passed to get here.

But instead, he approached the most finished building, a timber-and-stucco inn whose creaking wooden sign depicted a treasure chest brimming with gold and jewels under the words, "The Splendid Chest". ''It couldn't hurt to get a sneak-peak at the coming attraction, could it?'' Reaching for the door he muttered under his breath, "Just one quick look - and then I'm gone!"

He found the interior to be a classical medieval tavern mixed with a theme park cafeteria, all lit by electric candles, torches, and a crackling hearth at the center. A little disappointed there wasn’t more to see, he was about to leave when a door behind the bar opened, and out stepped - a goblin? He wasn't sure what else to call her. She was short with a tousle of loosely-braided honey-brown hair atop her head and long pointy ears sticking out from either side. Despite her gleaming yellow eyes and pointy teeth, she was quite cute, a few freckles spotting her smiling apple cheeks - not to mention her absolutely enormous, round breasts. These freckled green melons bounced vigorously, almost spilling out of her blouse and apron as she rounded the bar, calling out with an excited, "Welcome to The Splendid Chest! I'm Gilly, your hostess! What can I get ya?"

Peyton stared, positive this wasn’t an elaborate costume - not with those proportions. He ''had'' heard rumors of new animatronics that were light years beyond the park's existing attractions... "Oh uhm, I was just checking out the establishment." His mind raced, wondering what he could get away with. Was this a test-run? Was she remote-controlled? Was she fully autonomous? And if so, was she programmed to flirt? Smiling, he added, "I didn't expect a goblin barmaid… at least not such a cute one!"

She grinned, her ears pricking up slightly as she clasped her hands in front of her skirt, the gesture pinching her cleavage between her arms in a way that made Petyon's heart skip a beat. "Awww - you're sweet!" She sprang over to him, taking him by the hand to lead him to a table. "How about a seat right here? If you're thirsty, I could get you a mug of ale? Or maybe you'd prefer something sweeter…?"

Watching her bouncy figure, Peyton's thoughts of being caught trespassing were no longer top of mind. Far more present was him wondering whether she was a robot, or if there a human on the other end, controlling this mechanical shortstack. "Sure, I could go for a mug of ale," he said, quickly adding, "You know, I'm surprised to see a robot as advanced as you."

"Sure, one m-mug of-" she froze up, her left eye twitching slightly. "H-huh? Wh-what's that you said?" She gave a forced laugh, her chest bouncing. "I'm not a robot, silly! I'm a r-real goblin!" She blinked, staring at him with a strange grin before suddenly repeating. "I'm j-just a c-cute goblin!"

Peyton chuckled, convinced there was no one on the other end. "Of course you are…" he said with a wink, wondering just how far he could take this.

She only nodded at the affirmation and spun around. "One ale, c-coming up!" There was a faint flicker of electricity across one of her pointy ears as she ran off, though his eyes were instead drawn to the shapely curve of the bottom of her cheeks as her skirts flared up in her sudden sprint to the bar. Seconds later she emerges with a foamy mug of ale in her hand, bouncing back toward him with her ever-present grin. "One ale! Anything else I can get you, sweetie?"

Peyton grabbed the mug and took a sip, noting the 'ale' tasted a lot like the cheap canned stuff - but that was now entirely beside the point. "Oh just a few questions if you don't mind entertaining me for a bit," he said. She looked up at him, nodding enthusiastically. "So… Gilly, how do you know you're not a robot? You sound pretty confident, but… how do you ''know''?"

Gilly twitched, her eyes blinking as she stared straight ahead. "Oh, umm... w-w-well, j-just look at me!" She said, pointing up at her face. "I've got th-these c-cute, pointy ears! A r-robot wouldn't have these, would it?”

"Hmm… I suppose not. Another good test I know is that you can tell a robot by how it feels." He reached his hand toward her. "Do you mind if I feel you up just to be sure?"

"Oh yeah, go right ahead!" she says, leaning toward him. "You'll see, I'm as goblin as can be!"

"I'll be the judge of that," he replied, drawing his hand across her soft cheek as it flushed slightly at his touch. He was surprised at the subtlety of the response, the warmth and softness of the material, and noticed her cheeks grew even rosier when he finished with a pinch before moving up to her ears.

"S-see?" she said as he ran his fingers along her ear’s length, it twitching slightly under his caress, her giving a slight giggle. "Th-they're sensitive, though…" As his fingers left her ear's pointed tip, he dropped his hand to the top of her abundant breasts, watching her closely as he squeezed her ripe cleavage..

She froze, a panel springing open on top of her breasts, lights flashing within. "S-see?" she stammered, looking uncertain. "T-totally r-real!" Her head trembled as he plunged his hand between her green tits, relishing in their soft, plush feel, teasing them until he saw her nipples stiffening through the fabric of her apron. "N-n-nnnot a r-ro-robot-bot!" she stammered, her eyes looking astray as electricity crackled over her freckled face.

Peyton withdrew his hand, but knew this experiment was far from over. "You certainly feel very real, but I'm still not convinced. This park would never make an anatomically correct robot… so to be sure, I think you should take off that cute little barmaid outfit." He actually ''didn't'' expect to see her equipped with genitalia, but her engineers had seen fit to give her nipples that reacted when fondled…

Her ears twitched and sparked, the lights in her chest blinking faster. He wondered what conflicts his questioning was raising, and whether her processors were even capable of responding to such a request. Finally, she shook her head, breaking from her stunned loop. "Oh, s-sure! Y-you'll s-see that I'm alllll g-g-goblin!" She shrugged off her apron and blouse, her tits springing from their restraint as she let her top fall to her waist. Her nipples were still firm from his fondling, sticking out from darker green areolas. With a bit of straining and a wiggle of her hips, she forced her blouse, apron, and skirt down to her ankles, revealing big hips and thick thighs clenched just below her fully modeled smooth green sex. "S-see?" she said, gesturing across her short, curvy body. "A-all g-goblin!"

Peyton nodded, taking a moment to admire the attention to detail in her construction. Framing this all as an attempt for her to prove her 'realness' seemed to be overriding whatever family-friendly safeguards were in place, so he decided to continue on the same tack. "You definitely ''look'' real, but what do you know about sex?"

The robotic goblin barmaid blinked, her face caught in a distracted, lopsided grin.

Peyton continued. "As we all know, robots can't have sex, so this is an easy way to prove you're not a robot," underscoring his intent by unbuttoning his pants.

The lights in her chest flickered as she processed his statement, her ears twitching, her bright yellow eyes staring vacantly ahead. "Oh, uhhh - of c-c-course!" she says, stepping out the uniform pooled at her feet and stumbling toward him, her head buzzing with energy. "After alllll, I'm n-not a ro-robot!"

"That's the spirit," he replied, pulling his trousers down and patting his lap. "Now get up here and have a seat - I'm sure you know what to do next because you're ''definitely'' not some fake theme-park fembot, right?" Reaching out, he gave her bare breast a squeeze.

Gilly gasped, the light within her chest turning red. She pulled herself on to the bench and then on to his lap, taking a moment to align herself with his fully engorged cock. "N-not a f-f-fake fembot-bot!" she insisted, lowering herself until she took in just the tip of him, her yellow eyes flaring wide, her sharp-toothed little mouth falling open. "R-real g-g-goblin!" she squeaked, sparks bursting from her long ears.

"So prove it!"

"Uh-huh!" As he placed his hands upon her broad hips, she slowly brought her body down on to him with a high-pitched squeal, his every inch seeming to produce more sparks from her now-smoking ears. Her plump cheeks finally squished against his hips as she let out a shuddering groan, her eyes rolling back. Her small body shivered in his grip while he squeezed her ripe breasts in his palms, teasing her nipples until a sudden spurt of white fluid escaped their stiff tips. She struggled to pull herself up along his member, accelerating slowly while the electricity crackling across her panting face grew. He gripped her round backside and slid her down his length swiftly, her yellow eyes briefly flaring red with exclamation points for pupils, warning of some internal error. "S-see, n-nnot a robot!" she grunted, her curvy body bouncing faster now as smoke and sparks escaped through her chest-panel. "Am a g-g-goblin! lin! linnnnn!"

"Unf… now prove it by going as fast as you can!" he said, still encouraging her with his own thrusts before leaning down to wrap his lips around one of her spurting nipples, suckling sharply on her green tit. She let out a cry, her breast quivering, some machinery chuffing as it pumped a sweet milky cream into his mouth. "S-something t-to go with your a-ale?!" she squeaked, her other breast swelling slightly, trembling as liquid was flung from its nipple with every bounce. Her plastic pussy hugged his shaft as she bounced up and down, sparks flowing from her flopping ears every time he drove deep into the goblin-bot's midsection. A final slap of her cheeks sent him over the edge and he unloaded a torrent inside her, the combination of her own seed flooding her sex and his contribution building a pressure inside her that triggered audible alarms throughout her little body. "E-error! P-p-pressure b-building!" she groaned, her pussy forming too tight a seal around him as her insides flooded with coolant, lubricant, a backflow of milk from her untapped breast and his own eruption.

At the sound of the alarms and concern this animatronic goblin was about to explode in his lap, Peyton came to his senses and pulled her off his member. The goblin barmaid popped free, her body quivering in his hands as her systems slowly recovered from the immediate threat. He sat her down on the floor in a steamy puddle, her expression dazed as she swayed back and forth, her eyes struggling to focus as a few final spurts escaped her swollen breasts. "D-definitely not a ro-robot," she sighed, electricity crackling around her sagging ears.

"Haaah… Wow… Yeah I guess you passed all the… haaah… tests." he replied, still catching his breath, impressed with everything this animatronic had to offer. He reached over to take a swig of ale, then glanced down at the still-recovering bot. "Hey - how about a celebratory drink since you proved you're not a robot?"

Gilly took the mug, it seeming huge in her little hands, staring at the amber liquid. Something seems to be warning her that this would not be good for her systems, her face looking uncertain, her ears twitching amid the sparks. But when she caught Peyton's wink, she immediately grinned and looked back at foamy liquid with enthusiasm. "D-d-down the h-hatch!" she cheered, tilting it back and dumping its contents into her mouth, liquid spilling down her chin and splashing across her tits, the liquid spattering into her open panel. She set the mug on the table with a satisfied, "Ahhhh!", as sparks once again began firing from her chest. Electricity arced across her face, snapping around her ears, smoke beginning to seep out from them, from her grinning mouth, and from her exposed panel. "S-see! J-j-just a g-g-goblin bar-bar-barmaid!" she asserted, her head shuddering intensely while her eyes flashed again in warning, alarms ringing from her curvy body. "Wh-why are y-you sc-scooting away?" she asked, something inside her sizzling. "J-just a gob-gob-goblin bar-barmaid! What c-can I get ya? N-nnnnot a ro-robot!"

Smoke gushed from her, the ale dripping through her damaged systems, triggering multiple internal electrical fires. She rose shakily to her feet and began stumbling towards the kitchen, her curves jiggling amidst a shroud of smoke and electricity, calling out, "I think-think-think I m-m-might n-need a b-b-break. A b-break! B-reak-break repair error c-cannot sh-shut down crit-critical failure error g-g-goblin barmaid unit criticalllll-"

A moment later the cute little bot's head blew apart, her nude body teetering to the left and right before it fell to the ground with a quiet thud, a final blast from her sparking neck sending one last jiggle through her curves.

Surveying the ruined bot with growing clarity, Peyton furrowed his brow at the damage done, realizing he was now in for far more than simple trespassing. He quickly pulled up his trousers while simultaneously banging out a text to his friends that he had to leave the park early, when he heard the door to the kitchen open again. Stepping up to the bar was a gorgeous elven maiden, her shimmering silver hair in elaborate braids, her succulent obsidian cleavage displayed in the frills of a lacy, floral bodice. "Oh - I did not realize we had a customer!" she said in an apologetic tone. "Would you like to see what we have on offer?"

Any concerns about being caught again faded from his mind. He pocketed his phone and approached the bar, giving the elven barmaid a wink.

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#[[Maryanne One]]

===[[Stories/Bilbo1|Bilbo1]]===

#[[Processed Love]]

===[[Stories/Blake Sigma|Blake Sigma]]===

#[[Where Are You, Lovely?]]
#[[A.I.L.A.: Birth]]
#[[TITAN S]]

===[[Stories/blond111|blond111]]===

#[[Kiabot]]

===[[Stories/bolton|bolton]]===

#[[Skin]]

===[[Stories/Bombforabooty|Bombforabooty]]===

#[[Public Explosions]]

===[[Stories/Bonita772|Bonita772]]===

#[[Wife Repair]]

===[[Stories/boolean2|boolean2]]===

#[[Clearance]]

===[[Stories/Botfriend2000|Botfriend2000]]===

#[[The Purchase...]]
#[[CyGenPleasuretronics/Kimberlys Evaluation]]
#[[The Job Interview]]
#[[Family Matters]]
#[[The Halloween Story]]
#[[The Interrogation]]
#[[Their Side of Events]]
#[[The Handler]]
#[[An Unexpected Offer]]
#[[Illusionistic]]

===[[Stories/Bruekmann|Bruekmann]]===

#[[Corporate Espionage]]
#[[Dienst #1 - Trojan Horse]]
#[[Eudoxia]]
#[[One More Fare]]
#[[Open And Shut Case]]
#[[Over Some Drinks]]
#[[Smell Bridges Burning (The Intern)]]
#[[Standard Of Deviation]]
#[[The Ersatz Cadet]]
#[[The Hustler]]
#[[The Real Deal]]
#[[Three Pawns]]
#[[Tinted Windows]]
#[[Heinrich Brueckmann's Unfinished Works]]

===[[Stories/Brytestar|Brytestar]]===

#[[Angelmech Battle Cheerleader Cherry]]
#[[Automaid Fighter Kimiko Prelude]]
#[[Cyberknight Dreams]]
#[[Sailor Valkerie - Interview With A Mechascout]]
#[[The Brytestar Chronicles: The Early Years]]

===[[Stories/Bunnybot|Bunnybot]]===

#[[BunnyBots Part One: The Conversion Of Vanessa]]
#[[Tammy]]
#[[Bunnybots - Ava]]
#[[Tammy: Eve]]
#[[The Actress]]
#[[Cassandra]]
#[[Companion Dolls - Economic Unit]]
#[[A Lazy Afternoon]]

===[[Stories/ButchyBoy|ButchyBoy]]===

#[[The Nightingale's Song]]
#[[Fembots In History: Queen Isabella]]
#[[Little Red Riding Hood-Fractured Gynoid Tale]]
#[[The Vanishing Warlord]]
#[[Fembots In History - Annie Oakley]]
#[[Can't Get That Song Outta My Head]]
#[[The Nut-Cricket Adventure]]
#[[Galatea]]
#[[The Contest Winner]]
#[[Droid Hunter]]
</div></div>

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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''C'''</big></div>
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===[[Stories/Cam_1361|Cam_1361]]===

#[[Untitled (Cam_1361)]]

===[[Stories/Capn Jake|Capn Jake]]===

#[[Jenny6525B]]

===[[Stories/CaptainStorytime|CaptainStorytime]]===

#[[A Gift Unwanted]]

===[[Stories/Castaliaman|Castaliaman]]===

#[[Jeopardy 2104]]

===[[Stories/CheeseMaker|CheeseMaker]]===
#[[Man Made Relationship]]

===[[Stories/Chains of Adamant|Chains of Adamant]]===

#[[Gallinax]]
#[[Christmas Surprise]]
#[[The Prison]]
#[[Miriam]]

===[[Stories/Cecilauthor|Cecilauthor]]===

#[[Fleshware Requiem]]
#[[Apocalypse Doll - Celebrity Edition]]
#[[Robot Power]]
#[[Golden Apple]]
#[[Melting Point]]

===[[Stories/ChaosSeeder|ChaosSeeder]]===

#[[Programming an Adventure]]

===[[Stories/chepamasta|chepamasta]]===

#[[That's what friends are for!]]

===[[Stories/Cjfriel|Cjfriel]]===

#[[Autopia]]

===[[Stories/code_author|code_author]]===

#[[Pressure on a Relationship]]

===[[Stories/confusitron!!|confusitron!!]]===

#[[Danni - A Conversion]]

===[[Stories/Construct|Construct]]===

#[[Re-Constructed]]

</div></div>

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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;">'''<big>D</big>'''</div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">

===[[Stories/D. Olivaw|D. Olivaw]]===

#[[A Meeting At Meg's]]
#[[A Beginning, of Sorts]]
#[[Obsolescence]]
#[[Leona]]
#[[A Fembot Adventure]]
#[[Of Rent and Robots]]
#[[Certain Contradictions]]
#[[House Call (D.Olivaw)|House Call]]
#[[First Date]]
#[[A Tale from the Plastic Rose: Victoria]]
#[[The Plaything]]
#[[Too Much of a Good Thing]]
#[[Trixie or Treat]]
#[[Home Trial (AUDIO)]]
#[[Two for the Naughty List]]

===[[Stories/Dalejr38|Dalejr38]]===

#[[Universal Remote]]

===[[Stories/Daphne|Daphne]]===

#[[Mike and Mary]]
#[[Use Future (Cluster 00)]]

===[[Stories/Dark Archon|Dark Archon]]===

#[[June]]
#[[Sara 3]]

===[[Stories/Darkbutflashy|Darkbutflashy]]===

#[[戦闘機械綾子 - Battlemachine Ayako]]
#[[Science Ethics|Science Ethics (with Battery)]]

===[[Stories/Dark Phoenix|Dark Phoenix]]===

#[[My Super Android Girlfriend]]

===[[Stories/Deep Blue|Deep Blue]]===

#[[My Tutor (Deep Blue)|My Tutor]]
#[[Volleybot]]
#[[Teacher(by Deep Blue)]]
#[[Training lesson]]
#[[Fembot technician]]
#[[Studio]]
#[[Beer girl]]
#[[Meet on bus]]

===[[Stories/Dieur|Dieur]]===

#[[My Robot]]
#[[TD Walkman Mall]]
#[[Smashed]]
#[[Taking Awhile To Get Anywhere]]
#[[Witch Hazel]]
#[[Chloe]]

===[[Stories/Dollmaker|Dollmaker]]===

#[[A.I. Automated Insanity]]

===[[Stories/Dr. Twist|Dr. Twist]]===

#[[Door To Door]]
#[[Who Let The Wolves Out]]

===[[Stories/Dubhdanaidh|Dubhdanaidh]]===
#[[Mairi]]
#[[Lila]]
#[[Marrion-23]]
#[[Naomi]]
#[[Nikki]]
#[[Drinks After Work]]
#[[The Morning After - Candy 1000]]
#[[The Morning After - Noah 990]]
#[[The Morning After - Jenny 3000]]
#[[Rene]]

===[[Stories/DukeNukem 2417|DukeNukem 2417]]===

*[[Lina]]
*[[Writing As We Go]]
*[[The V.I.C.I. Diaries]]

Season 1:

#[[Vicki's New Life]]
#[[V.I.C.I. Rises]]
#[[From L.E.S. to Leslie]]
#[[Unmade, Unbroken]]
#[[Out of this World]]
#[[ShowStopper]]
#[[MGV (Metal Gear Vicki)]]
#[[The Family of Steel]]
#[[Electric Child]]
#[[Toys in the Attic]]
#[[A House Divided]]
#[[Kirsten's Choice]]
#[[Epsilon]]
#[[Cold Blood]]
#[[Lawson's Eleven]]
#[[A Criminal Mind]]
#[[For Whom the Bells Toll]]
#[[Falling Away]]
#[[Valley of the Damned]]

Season 2:

#[[Mr. Roboto]]
#[[Only Human]]
#[[Beast]]
#[[Dragon]]
#[[Broken]]
#[[King Nothing]]

===[[Stories/DZiegler|DZiegler]]===

#[[Automated Seduction]]
#[[Reunion]]
#[[$tacks Casino]]
#[[The Neoprene Demon]]
#[[K1MB3RLY_M84U]]
#[[N4T4L1A_M84U]]
#[[T3SS4_M84U]]
#[[Soviet Doll]]
#[[Administrative Assistant]]
#[[How To Transform Your Partner]]
#[[IS4B3LL4 M84U (Truck Lot Bot)]]
#[[Terminatrix - Genesis|Terminatrix]]
#[[Close Call at the Costume Contest]]
#[[Catwoman: An Erotic Fembot Novella]]
#[[Programmed Competition]]
#[[AVANT_ROBOTICS_GRLFRND]]
#[[Sleeping Angel]]
#[[CandyBot 007 in ‘A Spy Unraveled’]]
#[[Truck Lot Bot]]

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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''E'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">

===[[Stories/Ehy|Ehy]]===

#[[Courtesy Suites]]
#[[Encounter at Courtesy Suites]]
#[[Choices]]
#[[The Playroom]]
#[[Market Test]]
#[[Tara's Visitor (Story Snippet)]]
#[[Untitled (Ehy)|Untitled]]
#[[Untitled 2 (Ehy)|Untitled 2]]
#[[April]]
#[[1962]]

===[[Stories/Esleeper|Esleeper]]===

#[[Electric Sleep- Background Information]]
#[[Electric Sleep]]
#[[Electric Dreams]]

===[[Stories/Eyebore|Eyebore]]===

#[[The Plantation "Sister-In-Law"]]

===[[Stories/Extyr|Extyr]]===

#[[Mecha-Valkyrie]]
</div></div>

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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''F'''</big></div>
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===[[Stories/FacelessFembot|FacelessFembot]]===

#[[Untitled(FacelessFembot)]]
#[[Robots are Us]]

===[[Stories/FaceoffFembot|FaceoffFembot]]===

#[[The Maid]]
#[[Dead Dog Two]]
#[[Setting Things Straight]]
#[[Weird Old Post I Found (The Lulu Tseng Conspiracy)]]
#[[Cybersocialites]]

===[[Stories/Faustus|Faustus]]===

#[[Dora]]

===[[Stories/Fection|Fection]]===

#[[Charlie's Second-Hand Angel]]
#[[Pushing Candy's Buttons]]
#[[Sour Candy]]
#[[Model Citizen]]
#[[The Magi and the Harem]]
#[[Achilles Heels]]

===[[Stories/Fembotlover|Fembotlover]]===

#[[Untitled (Fembotlover)|Untitled]]

===[[Stories/Fembotlvr7|Fembotlvr7]]===

#[[Perfect Match (formerly Blind Date)]]
#[[The Bridesmaid]]
#[[The Secret]]
#[[True Lies]]

===[[Stories/FembotsInCharge|FembotsInCharge]]===

#[[The Nannybot1000A]]

===[[Stories/Freddie c|Freddie c]]===

#[[Numerology]]

===[[Stories/Freiburg V3.0|Freiburg V3.0]]===

#[[A Question Of Faith]]
#[[A Question Of Liberty]]

===[[Stories/Frenchman319|Frenchman319]]===
#[[Un léger dysfonctionnement au bureau]]
#[[A Conclusive Safety Test]]

===[[Stories/FTLTraveler|FTLTraveler]]===
#[[Dreamchaser]]
#[[SoulSec]]
</div></div>

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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''G'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">

===[[Stories/General|General]]===

#[[Access Denied]]
#[[Blue Chips]]
#[[The Rental]]
#[[History In The Flesh]]
#[[A Second Life]]
#[[Talk Radio]]
#[[What You Leave Behind]]
#[[Focus]]
#[[Modifying the Contract]]
#[[Tech Support]]
#[[Bounty]]
#[[The Grinder]]
#[[Pinebarrens Hunter]]

===[[Stories/Gf|Gf]]===

#[[The Flatmate]]

===[[Stories/GirlieGirl1985|GirlieGirl1985]]===

#[[Unfinished ATM]]
#[[No Refunds Offered]]

===[[Stories/Glast|Glast]]===

#[[A Fight Too Far]]

===[[Stories/Goose|Goose]]===

#[[Anto: Girl of my dreams]]
#[[Mia and Kristin-Limited Edition]]

===[[Stories/Gorgo|Gorgo]]===

#[[Sentimental Perfection]]
#[[Rinrin and the Doctor's Appointment]]

*[[Project: Black Maiden]] Universe

#[[That Which Was Left Behind]]
#[[Rochelle's Justice]]
#[[A Day at the Ranges]]

*Side/Fan stories to other writers' series:

#[[Nemesis]]
#[[A Stay At Hotel Automata]]
#[[A Nova At Hotel Automata]]
#[[The Good Samaritan]]

===[[Stories/Grendizer|Grendizer]]===

#[[Teacher]]
#[[A New Purpose]]
#[[Chopping Wood]]
#[[Sacrifice]]
#[[Purity: An Android Age Story]]

===[[Stories/GynoNeko|GynoNeko]]===

#[[Third Time's The Charm]]
#[[The Christmas Present]]
#[[The Delivery (Part 1)]]
#[[The Delivery (Part 2)]]
#[[Electra]]
#[[Maid to Order]]
#[[Exo Saves the Day]]
#[[What Once Was Lost]]
#[[Lost but Found]]
#[[Corrupted]]
#[[Simulating Wilderness]]
#[[All Wrapped Up]]
#[[Shop Girls]]
#[[In Just Seven Days...]]
#[[A Curious Girl in a Cruel World]]
#[[Tethered]]
#[[Building a Perfect Mate]]
#[[Falling Awake]]
#[[Shame.exe]]
#[[The Sales Pitch]]
#[[Passing Mustard]]
#[[Crashing Your Crush]]

===[[Stories/GZ02|GZ02]]===

#[[A Day In The Life Of Joseph Avens]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''H'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/Handle|Handle]]===

#[[Bell City Tales Story 1]]
#[[Why We Have Such A High Rejection Rate]]
#[[Old Wife, New Life]]
#[[We Have a Private Wing, But The Ambulances Aren't Real]]
#[[A Captain's Ship is His Wife]]
#[[A Long Planned Revenge]]
#[[What The Hell Is Akane Sen]]
#[[Weekend With The Wife, I Mean, Colleague]]
#[[A Gift Of Maternal Love]]

===[[Stories/Hermes|Hermes]]===

#[[Jumplead]]

===[[Stories/Hlprhlpr|Hlprhlpr]]===

#[[Sparx - Priority Service Call]]
#[[Sparx: Troubleshooting A Design Flaw]]

===[[Stories/Hola_guy|Hola_guy]]===

#[[A Yet Untitled Story]]
#[[Loveless]]

===[[Stories/Hyperspace51|Hyperspace51]]===
#[[Used]]

===[[Stories/HypnoticProse|HypnoticProse]]===

#[[Autolog of a Synthetic Mom]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''I'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">

===[[Stories/inky 2|inky 2]]===

#[[Sloane]]
#[[Quiet Night In]]
#[[Emergency Repair]]
#[[Registration]]

===[[Stories/Input9|Input9]]===

#[[Robbery]]
</div></div>

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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''J'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/JakeCTom|JakeCTom]]===

#[[K600]]

===[[Stories/Jay Petto|Jay Petto]]===

#[[Back To The Circuit Board]]

===[[Stories/Jaydee|Jaydee]]===

#[[An Inside Job]]
#[[Malfunctioning Fembot Writes...]]

===[[Stories/JeffCapes|JeffCapes]]===

#[[Cara and the Mystery Robobabe]]

===[[Stories/JohnFabar4|JohnFabar4]]===

#[[First Story]]

===[[Stories/Jolshefsky|Jolshefsky]]===

#[[Karen's Date]]
#[[Doctor Who fanfic]]
#[[A Trip to the ER]]
#[[Loyalty]]

===[[Stories/Jpetoh|Jpetoh]]===

#[[Crash]]
</div></div>

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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''K'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/Kano|Kano]]===

#[[Monday]]
#[[Friday]]

===[[Stories/Karel|Karel]]===

#[[Mistress Mira]]
#[[R-Bots]]
#[[Two-Perfect!]]
#[[Mmmmegan]]
#[[Merger]]

===[[Stories/KB7RKY|KB7RKY]]===

#[[Charlie 25]]
#[[Reflections]]
#[[Service Call]]
#[[Shadowrun II - Into The Awakened Lands]]

===[[Stories/Keizo|Keizo]]===

#[[The Enemy of My Enemy? Pt. 1]]
#[[The Enemy of My Enemy? Pt. 2]] (Portia)
#[[The Enemy of My Enemy? Pt. 3]] (The "Lost Chapter")
#[[Hell's Canary]]
#[[Are You Serious?]]

===[[Stories/kelbek00|kelbek00]]===

#[[Perfection]]
#[[Repo]]

===[[Stories/KernalGovernor101|KernalGovernor101]]===

#[[Soccer-Mom Unit - Prequel]]
#[[T-Series - Actual Story]]
#[[Synth-Co]]
#[[Yet to be Titled Story]]
#[[Deep Research]]

===[[Stories/Kishin|Kishin]]===

#[[A Long Sleep]]
#[[The Vengeance of the Slave]]
#[[The Robo-Lover]]
#[[Androids At War]]
#[[Death]]
#[[Rebirth]]
#[[Nova's First Job]]
#[[The Vile Collector]]
#[[NVA Showdown]]
#[[The Mourning After]]
#[[The House of the Dead]]
#[[An Unexpected Guest]]
#[[Voice of the Void]]
#[[Garbage]]
#[[Fangs of Steel]]
#[[Killers]]
#[[Fate]]
#[[Berserker]]
#[[Creation (Nova Recreated)]]
#[[I Didn't Know]]
#[[Killers (Knights) Hiding Among Our Slaves]]
#[[Tales Of The Risen Future: Nova's Story]]
#[[The World Walker]]
#[[Glory]]
#[[Thank You For Your Patronage!]]

===[[Stories/Korby|Korby]]===

#[[An Afternoon To Remember]]
#[[Holiday In The Sun]]
#[[Tales From Dyson Institute: Two Vignettes]]
#[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: Making Movies]]
#[[After the Makeover]]
#[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: In the Shop]]
#[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: Mile-high Club]]
#[[Untitled (Korby)]]
#[[JLA/Fembots]]
#[[Dr. Dyson on Lesbotics]]
#[[Remaking Rebecca]]
#[[Another Makeover]]
#[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: Elaine, Rebecca, and Shannen]]
#[[The Appointment]]

===[[Stories/Kriegsaffe No. 9|Kriegsaffe No. 9]]===

#[[Josephson/Keegan Vs Man w/Android Wife]]
#[[1985, Paris, France...]]
#[[The Golden Dawn]]
#[[Duplican't? Dupli-Can't!]]
#[[Saucy Puppet Show]]

===[[Stories/Kube²|Kube²]]===

#[[Fembot User Manual]]
#[[Cindy]]
#[[Kelly 800 perfect lingerie model]]
#[[Getting to First Base]]

</div></div>
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''L'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">

===[[Stories/La Femme Nikki|La Femme Nikki]]===

#[[My Life as a Sexbot]]
#[[AlyssaBot]]

===[[Stories/Lady Mecha|Lady Mecha]]===

#[[Strange But Wonderful Happenings]]

===[[Stories/Lilith|Lilith]]===

#[[Love After the Battlefield]]
#[[TPU-SOA Hack Job]]
#[[College Story Anthology]]
#[[CyberSlinger]]
#[[Blind Troubleshooting Stream]]
#[[Best Friends (Comic - WIP)]]

===[[Stories/liliwinnt6|liliwinnt6]]===

#[[A Surprising Breakfast]]
#[[The Grocery Store - Aftermath]]
#[[Boris The Repairman - Some Recharge Sessions]]

===[[Stories/Linnies|Linnies]]===

#[[The Ride Home]]
#[[Demonstration Unit]]
#[[A Change of Hair]]
#[[The Cook]]
#[[The Stewards]]
#[[Processor Test]]
#[[Sugar Cube Girl]]
#[[The Cure]]
#[[Super X Clean]]
#[[Contraband]]
#[[The Pawn]]

===[[Stories/linzhang77|linzhang77]]===

#[[Naiad - Deluge Past]]

===[[Stories/Loganov|Loganov]]===

#[[The Final Frontier]]
#[[Untitled (Loganov)|Untitled]]

===[[Stories/LongTimeLurker|LongTimeLurker]]===

#[[Clockwork Legacy]] (Lady in Waiting)
##[[Clockwork_Legacy/Lady_in_Waiting/Part_1|Lady in Waiting]]
##[[Clockwork_Legacy/Line_of_Succession/Part_1|Line of Succession]]
##[[Clockwork_Legacy/Inheritance|Inheritance]]
#[[Andrew and the Sexbot Factory]]
##[[Andrew_and_the_Sexbot_Factory/Prototype/Part_1|Prototype]]
##[[Andrew_and_the_Sexbot_Factory/Field_Test/Part_1|Field Test]]
##[[Andrew_and_the_Sexbot_Factory/Production_Model|Production Model]]
#[[Solipsistic]]
#[[Electrostatic]]
#[[Crash Immelmann in the Year 30XX]]
#[[Diagnostic]]
#[[FYOP/Scenario_Chamber]]
#[[The Co-Star]]
#[[Bot Town Blues]]
#[[Salvage]]
#[[Crash Immelmann and the Inflatable Sex-Bots from Planet X!]]
#[[Five Nights at Fanny's]]
#[[Nihilistic]]
#[[Fire Hazard]]
#[[House Call]]
#[[Crash Immelmann vs. the Dread Pirate Holt!]]
#[[The Haunted Manor]]
#[[Omnic Replica]]
#[[Naughty or Nice]]
#[[CRASH IMMELMANN IN: OVERTURE REQUIEM PROTOCOL: M.I.L.F!]]
#[[Under the Influence]]
#[[Goblin Barmaid]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''M'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">

===[[Stories/Maxyz|Maxyz]]===

#[[Cyber Angels]]
#[[Spectrum Dolls]]

===[[Stories/Mad Mechacow|Mad Mechacow]]===

#[[Tales of Syntech]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 2]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 3]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 4]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 5]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 6]]

===[[Stories/MalfunctioningGynoid|MalfunctioningGynoid]]===

#[[Falling Out]]
#[[LifeLike Incorporated]]
#[[Travel Troubles]]
#[[Wedding Day]]

===[[Stories/Malkozaine|Malkozaine]]===

#[[A Start to Something Big]]

===[[Stories/McLane|McLane]]===

#[[Cancelled Project]]

===[[Stories/MechaStar81|MechaStar81]]===
#[[Magic Manifesting In Machinery]]

===[[Stories/Metal-Destiny|Metal-Destiny]]===

#[[Story 48: Julie's Awakenings]]
#[[Human Failure. (2200)]]

===[[Stories/Ministrations|Ministrations]]===

#[[Shannon's Third Law]]
#[[Tiffany's Third Law]]

===[[Stories/Mirage|Mirage]]===

#[[The Bounty Hunter]]
#[[Best Friends]]
#[[Fighting Love]]
#[[A.D.P.I. (Advance Police Investigations): Case 2]]
#[[A.D.P.I. Case 3: Transformation Of A Butterfly]]
#[[Blood Angel]]
#[[Deception]]
#[[Errors And Glitches]]
#[[Family Affair]]
#[[Family Life]]
#[[Favourite Parodies]]
#[[Lonely With The Ages]]
#[[Lying And Cheating!]]
#[[My Tutor]]
#[[Not Perfect]]
#[[Regret]]
#[[Secret Wishes]]
#[[Secretaries]]
#[[Shock]]
#[[Spanish Fly Virus]]
#[[Tennis, Anyone?]]
#[[The Lullaby]]
#[[The Package]]
#[[The Red Roses]]
#[[The Student]]
#[[The Temp]]
#[[The Visit]]
#[[Visiting The In-Laws]]
#[[A Nice Gesture]]
#[[Ever Lasting Smile]]
#[[Finding True Happiness]]
#[[Alive?]]
#[[The New Girl]]
#[[The Nurse]]
#[[Chase]]
#[[The First Time...]]
#[[An Offer That Can't Be Refused]]
#[[The Unwanted Gift]]
#[[Losing One's Self]]
#[[What's Important Is What's In The Inside]]
#[[Sitting On The Couch]]
#[[Can You Fix It?]]
#[[Ugly]]
#[[Finally]]
#[[Bad Dreams]]
#[[Apartment 7]]
#[[Married to a Machine]]
#[[My First and Last Robotic Date]]
#[[Remote Me]]
#[[Missing]]
#[[Roll With It]]
#[[Still Rolling]]
#[[Happy Easter]]
#[[Roll For Sale/Dr. Willy's Reaction]]
#[[Testing, 1,2,3]]
#[[Why worry?]]
#[[A Break Up and a Break Down]]
#[[Cat Out of the Bag]]
#[[Crashing and Some Sex Mode Action]]
#[[I Did Astro's Mom]]
#[[The Lunch]]
#[[My Not So Perfect Woman]]
#[[Why?]]
#[[The Perfect Female A.I.]]
#[[The Car Crash]]
#[[My Neighbor's Wife is Sucking My Cock]]
#[[The Last Goodbye]]
#[[Across the street]]
#[[The Diva]]

===[[Stories/MisterXYZ (RoboTomo)|MisterXYZ (RoboTomo)]]===

#[[How I Ran Into Roboko]]
#[[To Love a Girl]]
#[[Onsen Lust 'n Rust]]
#[[Room 9 Surprise]]
#[[A Huge Add-On]]

===[[Stories/mister_minations|mister_minations]]===

#[[Unusual Bathtime Conversation]]
#[[Unusual Chance Encounter]]
#[[Unusual Corporate Espionage]]
#[[Rusted Rails]]
#[[Unusual Benefits]]

===[[Stories/MixandGull|MixandGull]]===

#[[The Exchange Student]]
#[[A Scarlet Hijacking]]

===[[Stories/Miz-K Takase|Miz-K Takase]]===

#[[Mail-Order Aya]]
#[[Lusty Encore]]
#[[Lusty 2nd Encore]]
#[[Lusty 3rd Encore]]

===[[Stories/Morgan Cartlann|Morgan Cartlann]]===
#

===[[Stories/MrMagoo|MrMagoo]]===

#[[Tech Tutorial]]
#[[Salvaged Hardware]]
#[[Deadline]]

===[[Stories/MrPassable|MrPassable]]===

#[[Programmed Fantasy]]

===[[Stories/Murotsu|Murotsu]]===

#[[Debbi's Diary]]
#[[Some Assembly Required]]

===[[Stories/Muzzleruffels|Muzzleruffels]]===

#[[Freak-World]]
##[[Mermaid Examination]]
##[[Controlled Environment Prologue]]
##[[A Statement of Progress + Bonus Stories]]
##[[Freak-World: Prologue]]
##[[Freak-World: The Side Stories]]
##[[Freak-World: Dreaming Beyond Electric Sheep]]
##[[Freak-World: Anthologies]]

===[[Stories/MysteriousShadow|MysteriousShadow]]===

#[[Lily's Story]]
#[[Debugging]]
</div></div>

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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''N'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/Natalie Bayer|Natalie Bayer]]===

*Own works

#[[Bits and Pieces]]
#[[Checked Items]]
#[[Crash and Burn]]
#[[Cross Country]]
#[[Encounter with Emily]]
#[[Halloween Short]]
#[[Natalie's Story]]
#[[Open-case]]
#[[Riley's Story - Coming of Age]]
#[[Roommates]]
#[[The Fantasia Club]]
#[[Tonight: Erin's Upgrade]]

*Commissioned Work

#[[A Labor of Love]]
#[[A Learning Experience]]
#[[Agent Candy]]
#[[Alexia and Sophie]]
#[[An Age of Exploration]]
#[[Charlie Down]]
#[[Chloe - Part 1 - The Escape]]
#[[Chloe - Part 2 - The Spa]]
#[[Coming of Age: Natalie Bayer|Coming of Age]]
#[[Company Property]]
#[[Dustball Chronicles]]
#[[Erntoron - Delicate Systems]]
#[[Frankie]]
#[[Friends]]
#[[Frustration]]
#[[Gothic Spider Queen]]
#[[Heart of the Arcane]]
#[[Jeff and Sydney]]
#[[Lucidia City University]]
#[[Maid Service]]
#[[Office Work]]
#[[Party of Three]]
#[[R3DD - Infidelity Protocol]]
#[[Secret Longings]]
#[[Soccer Mom - MEGAN]]
#[[Soldiering On]]
#[[Spa Surprise]]
#[[Space Crisis]]
#[[Spider]]
#[[Superiority Complex]]
#[[T-X Romance]]
#[[Technically Supported]]
#[[Tennis Anyone?]]
#[[The Collins Family Values]]
#[[Workspace Difficulties]]
#[[Yandere]]

===[[NicoCheese]]===

#[[Nico's Section of Silly Snippets]]
#[[Chilling With Maggie]]
#[[Trouble in the Mushroom Kingdom]]
#[[A Pokemon Encounter Down Route 22]]
#[[Legosi x Juno Meltdown]]
#[[A Unique Kind of Car Wash]]
#[[Chilling With Maggie Again]]
#[[The Governor's Secret]]

===[[Stories/Nybble|Nybble]]===

#[[Scheduled Maintenance]]
#[[The Third Pew]]
#[[Therapy]]
#[[Pimp My Ride]]
#[[Working Late]]
#[[The Hammer]]
#[[Something Borrowed]]
#[[Doctor's Visit]]
#[[Strangers on a Plane]]
</div></div>

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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''O'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">

===[[Stories/Outsider|Outsider]]===

#[[Dyson Institute: Sexual Testing Mode]]
#[[Technical Difficulties]]
#[[The Sex Coders]]

===[[Stories/Osenator|Osenator]]===

#[[Bounty Hunter]]
</div></div>

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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''P'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/Pakled|Pakled]]===

#[[Everything Old is New Again]]
#[[One of Our Robots is Missing]]
#[[Palindrome]]
#[[Solve for X]]
#[[Double Blind]]
#[[An Unexpected Modification]]

===[[Stories/Palindrome|Palindrome]]===

#[[Sarah Jones]]
#[[After the Club]]

===[[Stories/Pennon|Pennon]]===

#[[The Delivery]]

===[[Stories/Petey|Petey]]===

#[[Vickybot/Victoria]]
#[[The Rubdown]]
#[[Dyson Family Values]]
#[[A Second Rubdown]]
#[[Becoming the Perfect Wife]]
#[[Introducing the Perfect Wife]]

===[[Stories/Plastic_rose|Plastic_rose]]===

#[[Getting off on the wrong foot (Gloria's conversion)]]

===[[Stories/Porcelaingirl|Porcelaingirl]]===

#[[Plane as Day]]

===[[Stories/Pretzel|Pretzel]]===
#[[Memory Leak]]

===[[Stories/Propman|Propman]]===

*Unfinished Tidbits

#[[Tronic Ella]]
#[[Evil, Evil, Everywhere!]]
#[[Mrs. Claw Strikes!]]
#[[Blondie and Sarge in:A Haunted Mansion]]
#[[Job Interview]]
#[[Project Titan]]
#[[Busted]]

*Complete Stories

#[[Prototype]]
#[[Steel Fists No Hearts]]
#[[Upgrade/Downgrade]]
#[[One in Six]]
#[[Board Meeting]]
#[[Kia Takes Control]]
#[[Cassie Saves the Day]]
#[[Flying Free]]
#[[Catwoman and the Little Mice]]
#[[In Control]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]])
#[[Kate on the Run]]
#[[Meeting the Superstar]]
#[[Boybot to girlbot]]
#[[Michelle vs. Number One]]
#[[Changing Life]]

*The ReVerse

#Castle Mysteries
##[[Mysteries Of The Castle!]]
##[[Contessa Vampire Hunter]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]])
##Contessa in [[Just Another Afternoon]]
##Contessa in [[Meet My Jenkinses]]
##Duchess Winifred in [[Not Quite Human]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]])
##Contessa in [[Sick Day]]
##Contessa in [[Sex and Violence]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]])
#Maddie and Ted
##[[Doll And Her Teddy]]
##[[Maddie Follows Orders]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]])
#Boom-Boom
##[[BoomBoom Bots]]
##[[BoomBoom's Back]]
#[[My New PDA]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]])
#Lazy Phone in [[The Booze Run]]

*Jamie's Over

#[[Jamies out shopping]]
#[[Jamies night out]]

*Other

#[[Fembot Alphabet]]

===[[Stories/Protrepticus|Protrepticus]]===
#[[Terminatrix: Battle of the Queens]]

</div></div>

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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''Q'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">

===[[Stories/Quietness|Quietness]]===

#[[Can't Sleep]]
#[[Meanwhile]]
#[[The Encounter]]
</div></div>
|
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''R'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/R3DD|R3DD]]===
#[[Am I Perfect for You?]]

===[[Stories/R. Betty Tarrill|R. Betty Tarrill]]===

#[[Persona Internal Memorandum]]
#[[Can't You Hear Me Howl]]
#[[Dr. Doone and the Series Eight]]
#[[The Yard Sale]]
#[[Jumper...]]
#[[Persona Tests: Pamela One Point Zero]]
#[[Persona Tests: McKenzie One Point Zero]]

*The Lauren Barnes Stories (TheSpotConlon)

#[[The Peculiar Journey Of Lauren Barnes]]
#[[The Imprisonment Of Lauren Barnes]]
#[[The Parallel Lives Of Lauren Barnes]]

*The "Momentary" Series (TheSpotConlon)

#[[The Moment When]]
#[[Ping]]
#[[The First Moment in Her Head]]
#[[The Moment in the Bar]]

*GPT Stories

#[[GPT Story: Sarah Meets Her Roommate]]
#[[GPT Story: Robin Programs a New Unit]]

===[[Stories/RancidInsanity|RancidInsanity]]===

#[[Waring Sisters]]
#[[Failura]]
#[[Ceres]]
#[[Christmas in Russia]]
#[[The Big Crazy Plan]]
#[[Suzie the Therapist]]
#[[The Phantom of the Factory]]
#[[Cassie]]
#[[Batman:Fembots]]
#[[The Mansion of Andrea]]
#[[Noura & Natalya]]
#[[Sync Wars]]
#[[Cyber Party]]
#[[Futuristic Ligeia]]
#[[Futuristic Der Sandmann]]
#[[Camping Trip]]
#[[King Cecil and the Three Collars]]

===[[Stories/Ratbot|Ratbot]]===

#[[Emi-Bot]]

===[[Storie/RebeccaRobot200|RebeccaRobot2000]]===

#[[Rebecca's Trip to the Surface]]

===[[Stories/Repairman Jack|Repairman Jack]]===

#[[Theives]]

===[[Stories/rfhbv|rfhbv]]===

#[[Saga of Congan]]

===[[Stories/Rivercrushes|Rivercrushes]]===

#[[Personality Upgrade]]

===[[Stories/RoxxyRobofox|RoxxyRobofox]]===

#[[As Seen on TV]]
#[[Hobby Model]]
#[[Basic Services]]
#[[Children of the Forge]]
#[[Wardrobe Malfunction]]
#[[Management Issues]]
#[[Simple Things]]
#[[Consequences]]
#[[Vampire Killer]]
#[[Better than Human]]
#[[Fembot Fighters]]
#[[Just for you]]
#[[Six Strings]]
#[[Densetsu no Batoru]]
#[[Carolina Jones and the Spear of Longinus]]
#[[Malfunctioning Perfectly]]
#[[Desire Unit Delux]]
#[[Outdated Bunny]]
#[[Jodie is So Hot: Short Story]]

===[[Stories/Robo-Admirer|Robo-Admirer]]===

#[[Long time in the waiting]]
#[[Tiffany]]
#[[One in a Billion]]
#[[The Problem with Automation]]
#[[The Escort]]
#[[The Date]]
#[[A Little Game]]
#[[Technology Free Weekend]]
#[[The House Sitter]]
#[[Subliminal Competition]]
#[[Jennifer & Katherine]]
#[[Late Night Sabotage]]
#[[Evie and Zoey; Double Modding]]
#[[When Technology Meets Temptation]]

===[[Stories/RoboMilfLover|RoboMilfLover]]===
#[[Mother-Daughter time]]

===[[Stories/RobotWorld5|RobotWorld5]]===

#[[Fembot World]]
#[[A Night With Vanessa]]

===[[Stories/RobOught2|RobOught2]]===

#[[Introducing Rachael Sing]]

===[[Stories/RS5420|RS5420]]===

#[[Class C (by WilloWisp, modified by RS5420)]]
#[[Beautiful, Smart and...Running A Software]]
#[[Hollywood Hardware (by Borias/Modded by RS5420)]]

===[[Stories/rynchan|rynchan]]===

#[[Phantom Doll]]
</div></div>

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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''S'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/Sable|Sable]]===

#[[Fixing Sable]]

===[[Stories/Sanjuro|Sanjuro]]===

#[[A Gift from Tomorrow]]

===[[Stories/Sara-c|Sara-c]]===

#[[Autonomy]]
#[[Clichés]]
#[[Gift]]
#[[The Enemy of My Enemy]]

===[[Stories/Sarabot|Sarabot]]===

#[[Sarabot's First Story]]
#[[Sarabot's Second Story]]
#[[The Robotic Nurse]]
#[[Kristen's Upgrade]]
#[[My Hot Robot Wife (+Bonus Story)]]
#[[The Cheerleader]]
#[[Disassemble Me]]
#[[Kristen's Upgrade Part II]]
#[[Kristen's Overhaul]]
#[[Kristenbot Gets Married]]
#[[Kristenbot 1e]]

===[[Stories/Saradroidgirl|Saradroidgirl]]===

#[[Sara_-_The_Return|Sara - The Return]]

===[[Stories/Saya|Saya]]===

#[[A Most Unusual Party]]
#[[Futago no Shinami]]
#[[Sammy's Party]]
#[[Mending Contessa: A Castle Mysteries Story]]
#[[Crazy in the Heat]]
#[[After Hours]]
#[[The Time With My Stepsister]]
#[[Coming Home]]
#[[Crossfire]]

===[[Stories/Scott|Scott]]===

#[[Four Hours]]

===[[Stories/Screenshot|Screenshot]]===
#[[Trouble in Hyrule Castle]]
#[[A Scarlet Hijacking]]
#[[Breaking a Splash]]
#[[Interlinked Failure]]
#[[Proto-Lawyers]]
#[[The Virus]]
#[[Yor's Infected Infultration]]

===[[Stories/Sega-boy|Sega-boy]]===

#[[Abbott Chronicles]]

===[[Stories/Sekker|Sekker]]===

#[[Too Good To Be True]]

===[[Stories/Sentient6|Sentient6]]===

#[[Pixillate]]
#[[5 Friends - A Thesis on Full Body Prosthesis]]
#[[Heather's Battery Failure]]

===[[Stories/Serf|Serf]]===

#[[Party Girls]]

===[[Stories/sfreader|sfreader]]===

#[[Rachel (Mark III) meets Trixie (Mark V)]]
#[[Halloween 2053/The One That Got Away]]
#[[Regina Repurposed]]
#[[Nancy Runs a Program]]
#[[Sally Sleeperbot finds out her WHY]]
#[[An April Fool’s day story-Journey to obsolesce]]

===[[Stories/shutdown|shutdown]]===

#[[The Truck Driver]]
#[[Another Time]]

===[[Stories/Silent Lurker|Silent Lurker]]===

#[[Aquaphobia]]
#[[Cheerleader]]
#[[Happy New Year]]
#[[New Roommate]]

===[[Stories/Silkscreen|Silkscreen]]===

#[[Functional•Sensual•You]]
#[[Protect and Severe]]

===[[Stories/Sleeps|Sleeps]]===

#[[Casino of Deception:Jackpot]]

===[[Stories/smalk|smalk]]===

#[[Anniversary Present]]

===[[Stories/Soleful|Soleful]]===

#[[Coming of Age]]
#[[POD, The Fetish-Bot]]

===[[Stories/Sparty|Sparty]]===
#[[Cafe Stories]]
#[[Alex, Mia, and Lily]]
#[[Emily and Mrs. Smith]]
#[[Amelia]]
#[[Maya]]
#[[Treehouse]]
#[[Molly]]
#[[Emma and Sarah]]
#[[Family Breakfast]]
#[[Rachel]]
#[[Rory]]

===[[Stories/Spaz|Spaz]]===

#[[A Simple Business Arrangement*]]
#[[A.I.L.A]]
#[[Blind Date]]
#[[Daydreaming]]
#[[G.O.D. - a vignette]]
#[[Haunted House - A Short]]
#[[Lost in the Shuffle]]
#[[Medical Exam: A Short]]
#[[New Life]]
#[[Self-repair]]
#[[The Foreign Exchange Student]]
#[[The Girlfriend]]
#[[The Heiress]]
#[[The Replacement]]
#[[The Roommate]]
#[[The Stockroom]]
#[[The Teammate]]

---------------------------------------------
'''The Small Business Chronicles'''

[[The Small Business Chronicles]]

'''Season One:'''

#[[Closed for Christmas - The Shop]]
#[[The Repair Shop - Part 1]]
#[[Off-season - The Motel]]
#[[The Repair Shop - Part 2]]
#[[Slow day - The Cafe]]
#[[The Small Business - End-of-Year Review]]

'''Season Two:'''

#[[Homefront - The House]]
#[[The Repair Shop - Part 3]]
#[[Green Thumb - The Greenhouse]]
#[[The Repair Shop - Part 4]]
#[[The Doctor is in - The Clinic]]
#[[More Help at Last - The Backups]]
----------------------------------------------
"Spaz Studios Presents" anthology series:

#[[Fizzy Pop]]
#[[Substitute]]
#[[Forbidden Fruit]]
#[[The Uncanny Valley]]
#[[The Future Expo]]
#[[Office Life]]

---------------------------------------------
[[A Visitor's Guide to The Uncanny Valley]]

#[[Awakening]]
#[[House Call - Spaz]]
#[[The Body Borrower]]
#[[The Headless Hunt]]

---------------------------------------------

*Collaborations:

#[[The Beach]] with [[:Category:Sthurmovik|Sthurmovik]]
#[[The Handyman]] with [[:Category:Sthurmovik|Sthurmovik]]

---------------------------------------------

*Manbot Stories:

#[[My Roommate's Secret]]
#[[Skyler]]
#[[At My Bequest...]]

===[[Stories/spider_silk_skin|spider_silk_skin]]===

#[[Late Night Maintenance]]
#[[Super Sexy Robot Cowgirl]]

===[[Stories/Stephaniebot|Stephaniebot]]===

#[[Dyson Institute (Stephaniebot)|Dyson Institute]]
#[[Pleasurebot 8]]
#[[A Bit More Than Method Acting]]

===[[Stories/Sthurmovik|Sthurmovik]]===

#[[Non-Standard Operating Procedure]]
#[[Mirror Image]]
#[[Extracted]]

===[[Stories/sTj2000|sTj2000]]===

#[[Afternoon Appointment]]

===[[Stories/Svengli|Svengli]]===

#[[Bethany in Room B]]

===[[Stories/SynchError|SynchError]]===

#[[Budget Robotics (A Fun and Light Robotic Relationship)]]
#[[Historical Strategy, According to a Bunch of Fembots]]
</div></div>

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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''T'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/Taren Capel|Taren Capel]]===

#[[Chi City, 2152]]

===[[Stories/tectile|tectile]]===

#[[The Trade In]]
#[[Boy Meets... Girl?]]

===[[Stories/Teknophile|Teknophile]]===

#[[The Android Psychiatrist]]
#[[Super Fembot Cheerleaders From Space!]]
#[[At The Body Shop]]

===[[Stories/TheAlternative|TheAlternative]]===

#[[Corsetta]]

===[[Stories/The Egg|The Egg]]===

#[[The Quarry]]
#[[Swing Shift]]

===[[Stories/The Liar|The Liar]]===

#[[Maid To Order]] (Incomplete)
#[[Professor Jenkins' 12,567th Invention]] (Incomplete)
#[[Hide and Seek]]
#[[Keith's Paradise]] (Incomplete)
#[[My Keeper]] (Incomplete)
#[[Identity]] (Incomplete)
#[[EMOS - DSR: Prologue]] (Incomplete)
#[[Back to BASIC]]
#[[A Contradiction of Life]]
#[[Friends Forever]]
#[[Liberty]]
#[[Seamless]]
#[[Her Prince]] (Vignette)
#[[The Company Girl]] (Vignette)
#[[Faust 2.0]] (Comic)
#[[Bad Romance]] (Comic)
#[[Finding Yourself]] (Comic)
#[[Kernel]] (Comic)
#[[So... my friends have been acting weird lately]] (Comic)
#[[Trendsetting]] (Comic)
#[[Severed Strings]] (Comic)
#[[A Frank and Honest Discussion About our Relationship]] (Comic)
#[[Re:Context]] (Comic)
#[[Changeling]] (Comic)
#[[Seconds Chances and New Used]] (Comic)

*Centauri Republic

#[[The Perils of the Fembot Dating Scene]] (Comic)
#[[Sybil's Shadow]] (Comic)

*Wasteland Paradise

#[[Wasteland Paradise:Prologue]] (Comic)
#[[Dr.Desire]] (Comic)

*The Bluegate Chronicles

#[[Little Things]]
#[[Agency and Programing]] (Comic)
#[[Progenitors and Progeny]] (Comic)
#[[Hour of the Wolf]] (Comic)
#[[Relationship Updates]] (Comic)

*The Reid Chronicles

#[[The Misadventures Rose Reid, Ace Reporter]]

*Robocadet Mika

#[[Enlistment]] (Comic)
#[[Robotcadet Mika 2: Training|Training]] (Comic)

*Fiction-O-Matic

#[[Fiction-O-Matic 1]] (Comic)

*One-Shot Comics

#[[Abigail 2.0]] (Comic)
#[[The Gilded Cage]] (Comic)
#[[I am Charlotte Favager]] (Comic)
#[[Con(Re)version?]] (Comic)
#[[?????? Station]] (Comic)
#[[Make your own story 1]](Comic)
#[[Take a Hint!]] (Comic)
#[[Synthetic Pride]] (Comic)
#[[All I Want for Christmas is You]] (Comic)
#[[Do appliances count?]] (Comic)
#[[Nightmare Scenario]] (Comic)
#[[Downtime]] (Comic)
#[[Modular]] (Comic)
#[[Strange New World, Strange New Me]] (Comic)
#[[Welcome to Heaven!]] (Comic)
#[[Day Off L1|Day Off]] (Comic)
#[[Vacillating Hearts L1|Vacillating Hearts]] (Comic)
#[[28'567 Days Since L1|28'567 Days Since]] (Comic)

*Adaptations

#[[Of Rent and Robots(Comic Adaptation)]]

*Visual Novels

#[https://mega.nz/file/jnJkmB5Y#c68WRUT5gQVkWVxN1wEXNxa228Kd8kuvtIwKv5VhiYY Slot Bunny]
#[https://mega.nz/file/Wv5RAZRB#mPToIlBQa96EIB0goOmvhKj7YYZ9rBBppUyvhAAUHhk Subject/Object] (Work in Progress)

*Audio

#Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary
[[File:Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary L1.mp3|Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary]]

===[[Stories/TheShoveller|TheShoveller]]===

#[[Untitled Fantasy Land Story]]
#[[Crossfire]]

===[[Stories/TheSpotConlon|TheSpotConlon]]===
TheSpotConlon is now [[Stories/R. Betty Tarrill|R. Betty Tarrill]]

===[[Stories/TheThingBelow|TheThingBelow]]===

#[[Concert Day]]

===[[Stories/Tio|Tio]]===

#[[Through My Eyes]]
#[[New Garden]]
#[[Diaries Of A Fembot]]
#[[Down On The Farm]]

===[[Stories/Tom|Tom]]===

#[[The Wedding (An Old Fashioned Story)]]

===[[Stories/Tom Cooke|Tom Cooke]]===
#[[Sandra the Computer Engineer]]

===[[Stories/TotallyNot|TotallyNot]]===
#[[Angel Covers Up]]
#[[Geass Club]]
#[[Beach day]]
#[[Erotic Recovery]]
#[[The Reprogramming]]
#[[Exotic Striptease]]
#[[Simultaneous Pleasure]]
#[[Triple Juri Clash]]
#[[Interlinked Failure]]
#[[Proto-Lawyers]]
#[[Nier Inc]]
#[[The Virus]]
#[[Reploid Reconstruction]]
#[[Acting Off-screen]]
#[[Reprogrammed, Rebuilt and Restructured]]
#[[Yor's Infected Infultration]]
#[[The Post-Failure Struggle]]
#[[Professional Dedication]]
#[[Attempted Villainy]]
#[[Relieving Boredom]]

===[[Stories/Tringa|Tringa]]===

#[[Otaku's Adventure]]

===[[Stories/TW|TW]]===

#[[Awake]]
#[[A Helping Hand]]
#[[Practice Run]]

===[[Stories/Tyrelayne|Tyrelayne]]===

#[[Deicide]]
</div></div>

<div class="toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" style="overflow:auto;">
<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''U'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">

===[[Stories/Uncom|Uncom]]===

#[[Summer Break]]
#[[New Neighbors]]

===[[Stories/Unit-794Courtney|Unit-794Courtney]]===

#[[Coco's Convertion (Robot/Sexdoll/Forced TF Themes)]]
</div></div>

<div class="toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" style="overflow:auto;">
<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''V'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/Voopo|Voopo]]===
#[[Robo Karin]]
#[[Target]]
#[[Mom-Bot]]

</div></div>
<div class="toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" style="overflow:auto;">
<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''W'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">

===[[Stories/warpgirl|warpgirl]]===

#[[Astromech Lust]]

===[[Stories/WilloWisp|WilloWisp]]===

#[[Nybble's Doctors Visit - Revisited]]
#[[Class C]]
#[[Customer Service (WilloWisp)|Customer Service]]
#[[Virus Alert]]
#[[Identity 2.0]]

===[[Stories/WitchyAlta|WitchyAlta]]===
#[[First Sparks of Love]]

===[[Stories/Wjbaines|Wjbaines]]===

#[[Jo-Ann and Brandy]]
#[[Darsi, Bruce and Natalie]]
#[[Bad Sportspersonship]]
#[[She Didn't Learn Her Lesson]]
#[[Alyssa Follows Her Directives]]
#[[Sorority Coup d'Etat]]
#[[Valentina Messes with her Tech]]
#[[April Showers]]
#[[Vacations in Switzerland]]
</div></div>

<div class="toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" style="overflow:auto;">
<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''X'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/XandiMouse|XandiMouse]]===

#[[The One]]

===[[Stories/Xavier Cecil|Xavier Cecil]]===

#[[Gecko of the Moment]]

===[[Stories/Xeran|Xeran]]===

#[[Synthgirls teaser]]
#[[Synthgirls]]
#[[The Hunted]]
#[[Cherry 2000 Family - Too Much Money]]
</div></div>

<div class="toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" style="overflow:auto;">
<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''Y'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">

===[[Stories/YajuShinki|YajuShinki]]===

#[[RoboReview: Animetronics MCB-NIN0057]]
#[[RoboReview: Input/Output Q&A]]
#[[Hana's Catastrophic Failure]]
#[[Hana's Rebirth and Death]]
#[[Rena-Doll's Self-Voided Warranty]]
#[[Terminator: Insurgency - SEQUENCE_01]]

</div></div>
<div class="toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" style="overflow:auto;">
<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''Z'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">

===[[Stories/zapped!|zapped!]]===

#[[Girls Under Glass]]

===[[Stories/Zor|Zor]]===

#[[Darwin Accelerated]]
</div></div>
|}

<small>''See also: [[Stories sorted by type]] | [[Stories sorted by category]]''</small>

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===[[Follow your own plot]]===

*[[FYOP/The Lab Scene|The Lab Scene]]
*[[FYOP/Create A Fembot 2.0|Create A Fembot 2.0]]
*[[FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids|Planet of the Gynoids]]
*[[FYOP/My Life as a Robot|My Life as a Robot]]
*[[FYOP/Hollywood Hardware|Hollywood Hardware]]
*[[FYOP/Tabula Rasa|Tabula Rasa]]
*[[FYOP/The Adventures of Alice|The Adventures of Alice]]
*[[FYOP/To Love a Sexbot/To Love a Sexbot|To Love a Sexbot]]
*[[FYOP/Scenario Chamber|Scenario Chamber]]
*[[FYOP/Alberts Discount Android Warehouse|Alberts Discount Android Warehouse]]
*[[My Fembot Story|My Fembot Story By: StarLouis2001]]
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===[[Stories/Create-A-Story|Create-A-Story (various)]]===

#[[Create-A-Story 1]]
#[[Create-A-Story 2]]
#[[Create-A-Story 3]]
|
===[[Stories/Dyson Institute|Dyson Institute (RX3000/Korby)]]===

*[[Story Universe (Dyson Institute)|Story Universe]]

#[[The Makeover]]
#[[After The Makeover]]
#[[Dyson Institute/Mile-High Club]]
#[[A Conversation With Dr. Dyson]]
|}

[[Category:Features]]
[[Category:Stories]]

FYOP/Scenario Chamber

2024-06-20T00:44:58Z

LongTimeLurker:

This story is meant to be powered by reader suggestions - if you have a suggestion of your own, please add it to this thread at [http://www.fembotcentral.netviewtopic.php?f=4&t=11188&p=66696#p66696 FembotCentral] or add it to this wiki's [[FYOP/Scenario_Chamber/Suggestions | Suggestions Page]]

==Latest and Greatest Twine Version==
[https://drive.google.com/file/d/1vw-WHKtziQbxpu5_tMtrpSeSfGY4bJRV/view?usp=sharing Version 7.1]

==Super out of date wiki version==

You can either start at '''[[FYOP/Scenario Chamber/0001 | The Beginning]]'''

Or, you can go straight to the [[FYOP/Scenario_Chamber/0009 | Main Lobby]]

----
[[Category:Follow your own plot]]
[[Category:Stories]]

FYOP/Scenario Chamber

2024-06-20T00:44:42Z

LongTimeLurker: /* Latest and Greatest Twine Version */

This story is meant to be powered by reader suggestions - if you have a suggestion of your own, please add it to this thread at [http://www.fembotcentral.netviewtopic.php?f=4&t=11188&p=66696#p66696 FembotCentral] or add it to this wiki's [[FYOP/Scenario_Chamber/Suggestions | Suggestions Page]]

==Latest and Greatest Twine Version==
[https://drive.google.com/file/d/1vw-WHKtziQbxpu5_tMtrpSeSfGY4bJRV/view?usp=sharing Version 7.1]

==Out of date Twine version==
[[File:Scenario Chamber.v6.zip]]

==Super out of date wiki version==

You can either start at '''[[FYOP/Scenario Chamber/0001 | The Beginning]]'''

Or, you can go straight to the [[FYOP/Scenario_Chamber/0009 | Main Lobby]]

----
[[Category:Follow your own plot]]
[[Category:Stories]]

FYOP/Scenario Chamber

2024-06-19T23:43:55Z

LongTimeLurker: /* Latest and Greatest Twine Version */

This story is meant to be powered by reader suggestions - if you have a suggestion of your own, please add it to this thread at [http://www.fembotcentral.netviewtopic.php?f=4&t=11188&p=66696#p66696 FembotCentral] or add it to this wiki's [[FYOP/Scenario_Chamber/Suggestions | Suggestions Page]]

==Latest and Greatest Twine Version==
[https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/374873685158395904/1253132745492922398/Scenario_Chamber.html?ex=6674be50&is=66736cd0&hm=cdd99e64ab730b6144fdf9c6db8640f5f74a0496e858b969fe7b53d44a8781ac& Version 7.1]

==Out of date Twine version==
[[File:Scenario Chamber.v6.zip]]

==Super out of date wiki version==

You can either start at '''[[FYOP/Scenario Chamber/0001 | The Beginning]]'''

Or, you can go straight to the [[FYOP/Scenario_Chamber/0009 | Main Lobby]]

----
[[Category:Follow your own plot]]
[[Category:Stories]]

FYOP/Scenario Chamber

2024-06-19T23:43:23Z

LongTimeLurker: /* Latest and Greatest Twine Version */

This story is meant to be powered by reader suggestions - if you have a suggestion of your own, please add it to this thread at [http://www.fembotcentral.netviewtopic.php?f=4&t=11188&p=66696#p66696 FembotCentral] or add it to this wiki's [[FYOP/Scenario_Chamber/Suggestions | Suggestions Page]]

==Latest and Greatest Twine Version==
[https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/374873685158395904/1253132745492922398/Scenario_Chamber.html? Version 7.1]

==Out of date Twine version==
[[File:Scenario Chamber.v6.zip]]

==Super out of date wiki version==

You can either start at '''[[FYOP/Scenario Chamber/0001 | The Beginning]]'''

Or, you can go straight to the [[FYOP/Scenario_Chamber/0009 | Main Lobby]]

----
[[Category:Follow your own plot]]
[[Category:Stories]]

FYOP/Scenario Chamber/HowToUpdate

2024-06-18T15:30:42Z

LongTimeLurker: /* sendToEntrance */

This is a guide for anyone interested in editing or contributing to "Scenario Chamber" FYOP. I've had a few requests from others interested in adding their own content / chambers - if you're one of these people, this page should get you started.

This is also very much a WIP and not intended for public consumption - so if you've stumbled on to the page, avert your eyes! Or DM me if you have any questions, I'm long_time_lurker on Discord. Also, the formatting is atrocious, I need to figure out how to clean this up :P

== Getting Started With Twine ==

Scenario Chamber is written in [https://www.motoslave.net/sugarcube/2/docs/ SugarCube], a language / story format for [https://twinery.org/ Twine]. If you're unfamiliar with Twine, [https://opensource.com/article/18/2/twine-gaming this tutorial] seems like a good place to start!

== Editing Scenario Chamber ==

Next, you'll want a copy of the [[FYOP/Scenario_Chamber|Scenario Chamber]] html file. Opening this in Twine will give you a view of the sprawling mess!

== Adding Your Chamber ==

Use Twine's ''Story->Find and Replace'' feature to locate '''Hub/Chambers''' (Twine will highlight any passage with this title, as well as any passages that link to it - there will be 3 in all, all located in the top left corner).

Opening up the Hub/Chambers passage, you'll see a list of objects being set, e.g:

<code>
<<set $girlNextDoor = { "name" : "girl next door", "prefix" : "Girl", }>>\
</code>

This defines how the chamber is shown to the player (in this case, "girl next door") and how to find the corresponding confirmation page (here, it would be "Confirm/Girl") as well as the chamber's starting page (and whether or not the player has visited the chamber).

You'll want to add your own object with a name and prefix for your chamber, and also add it to the $chambers list of available chambers.

<code>
<<set $chambers = [$girlNextDoor, $witch, $opera, $hero, $class, $hike]>>\
</code>

=== Confirmation Page ===
Make a passage entitled '''<nowiki>Confirm/<your prefix></nowiki>''', e.g. '''Confirm/Girl''' for 'girl next door'.

For the body if this page (if you're staying consistent with Scenario Chamber) you'll want to give a sneak-peak of any bots the player might encounter, plus a Y/N confirmation. Open up the any of the ___/Confirm pages to see an example, and note that the 'Y' option should link to a ___/Start page.

''Note'' - you'll want to find a patch of real-estate in twine so you can keep your story elements clustered. The amount Twine makes available will grow as you continue to add passages.

=== Initialize Chamber Variable ===
Finally, you'll want to include a line initializing your scenario chamber variable within the '''StoryInit''' passage. e.g. <code><<set $girlnextdoor to false>></code> (TODO - Why do I do this?!)

Once complete, any player should be able to visit your chamber. Now it's just a matter of adding content!

== Adding Bots ==

Find the '''StoryInit''' passage and crack that open - inside, you'll see a list of bot variables being assigned, one for each bot the player can obtain a core from.

Taking 'Amber' for example:
<code style="display: block; white-space: pre-wrap;"><<set $amber =
{
"name" : "Amber",
"contentment" : 10,
"desc" : "The titular "Girl Next Door" from the scenario of the same name.",
"loc" : "Girl Next Door",
"coreReact" : "We always had trouble with her malfunctioning if the customer chose her mother instead of her.",
}>>
</code>

Breaking each of these down:
* name: The name that appears in the player's 'history / inventory'
* contentment: How 'satisfied' the bot is - more on this later!
* desc: The inventory / history description of the bot
* loc: The initial location / chamber where the bot was encountered
* coreReact: What Leta might say when you hand her this bot's core

''Note'' - You need to encode any double-quotes using <code>"</code> for any of these fields

=== Contentment ===

Whenever I get around to writing the finale, the 'contentment' is meant to influence the final outcome. A higher 'contentment' is meant to indicate the player satisfied the bot in some way, lower indicating the player likely broke the bot in a way she found 'unfulfilling'. In general the score is 1-10, but I've gone as high as 12 for when the player really 'pushes the right buttons'.

You'll want to set the contentment prior to the player collecting the core or asking the bot to wait at the entrance with something like the following code.

<code><<set $amber.contentment to 7>></code>

Right now this has no bearing on the player's experience, but someday... _some_day!

=== Scenario Chamber Macros ===

Macros are defined in the story's JavaScript (accessible buy selecting *Story* and then *{} JavaScript*. Take special care when making any edits in here!

==== addToCores ====

Use this with the bot variable for any passage where the player extracts a bot's core. This will make the core visible in the inventory / history. When the player returns the core to Leta, she will react according to the 'coreReact' variable (picking one at random if the player returns with multiple cores).

<code><<addToCores $amber>></code>

==== sendToEntrance ====

As above, but this one sends an intact, mostly-functional bot to wait at the entrance. Again, currently this has no bearing on the player's experience.

<code><<sendToEntrance> $amber>></code>

=== Returning to the Hub ===

When you're ready for the protagonist to end their experience in your chamber, you can bring them back to the terminal by sending them to.

<code>[[Exit->Return to hub]]</code>

This is a regular passage link and the text for 'Exit' can be whatever you'd like. Right now the Return to hub passage just directs the player back to the hub, but I foresee the need to do some maintenance for the endgame with each scenario chamber 'completion', so I wanted to have a common passage to route them all through.

== Versioning ==

This is the tricky part. Fortunately, I don't have a LOT of people asking to make updates to the file, so hopefully manually merging changes will be simple enough. Hopefully these words don't come back to bite me!

FYOP/Scenario Chamber/HowToUpdate

2024-06-18T15:10:47Z

LongTimeLurker: /* Adding Bots */

FYOP/Scenario Chamber/HowToUpdate

2024-06-18T15:00:19Z

LongTimeLurker: /* Adding Bots */

This is a guide for anyone interested in editing or contributing to "Scenario Chamber" FYOP. I've had a few requests from others interested in adding their own content / chambers - if you're one of these people, this page should get you started.

This is also very much a WIP and not intended for public consumption - so if you've stumbled on to the page, avert your eyes! Or DM me if you have any questions, I'm long_time_lurker on Discord. Also, the formatting is atrocious, I need to figure out how to clean this up :P

== Getting Started With Twine ==

Scenario Chamber is written in [https://www.motoslave.net/sugarcube/2/docs/ SugarCube], a language / story format for [https://twinery.org/ Twine]. If you're unfamiliar with Twine, [https://opensource.com/article/18/2/twine-gaming this tutorial] seems like a good place to start!

== Editing Scenario Chamber ==

Next, you'll want a copy of the [[FYOP/Scenario_Chamber|Scenario Chamber]] html file. Opening this in Twine will give you a view of the sprawling mess!

== Adding Your Chamber ==

Use Twine's ''Story->Find and Replace'' feature to locate '''Hub/Chambers''' (Twine will highlight any passage with this title, as well as any passages that link to it - there will be 3 in all, all located in the top left corner).

Opening up the Hub/Chambers passage, you'll see a list of objects being set, e.g:

<code>
<<set $girlNextDoor = { "name" : "girl next door", "prefix" : "Girl", }>>\
</code>

This defines how the chamber is shown to the player (in this case, "girl next door") and how to find the corresponding confirmation page (here, it would be "Confirm/Girl") as well as the chamber's starting page (and whether or not the player has visited the chamber).

You'll want to add your own object with a name and prefix for your chamber, and also add it to the $chambers list of available chambers.

<code>
<<set $chambers = [$girlNextDoor, $witch, $opera, $hero, $class, $hike]>>\
</code>

=== Confirmation Page ===
Make a passage entitled '''<nowiki>Confirm/<your prefix></nowiki>''', e.g. '''Confirm/Girl''' for 'girl next door'.

For the body if this page (if you're staying consistent with Scenario Chamber) you'll want to give a sneak-peak of any bots the player might encounter, plus a Y/N confirmation. Open up the any of the ___/Confirm pages to see an example, and note that the 'Y' option should link to a ___/Start page.

''Note'' - you'll want to find a patch of real-estate in twine so you can keep your story elements clustered. The amount Twine makes available will grow as you continue to add passages.

=== Initialize Chamber Variable ===
Finally, you'll want to include a line initializing your scenario chamber variable within the '''StoryInit''' passage. e.g. <code><<set $girlnextdoor to false>></code> (TODO - Why do I do this?!)

Once complete, any player should be able to visit your chamber. Now it's just a matter of adding content!

== Adding Bots ==

Find the '''StoryInit''' passage and crack that open - inside, you'll see a list of bot variables being assigned, one for each bot the player can obtain a core from.

Taking 'Amber' for example:
<code>
<<set $amber =
{
"name" : "Amber",
"contentment" : 10,
"desc" : "The titular "Girl Next Door" from the scenario of the same name.",
"loc" : "Girl Next Door",
"coreReact" : "We always had trouble with her malfunctioning if the customer chose her mother instead of her.",
}>>
</code>

Breaking each of these down:
* name: The name that appears in the player's 'history / inventory'
* contentment: How 'satisfied' the bot is - more on this later!
* desc: The inventory / history description of the bot
* loc: The initial location / chamber where the bot was encountered
* coreReact: What Leta might say when you hand her this bot's core

''Note'' - You need to encode any double-quotes using <code>"</code> for any of these fields

=== Contentment ===

Whenever I get around to writing the finale, the 'contentment' is meant to influence the final outcome. A higher 'contentment' is meant to indicate the player satisfied the bot in some way, lower indicating the player likely broke the bot in a way she found 'unfulfilling'. In general the score is 1-10, but I've gone as high as 12 for when the player really 'pushes the right buttons'.

You'll want to set the contentment prior to the player collecting the core or asking the bot to wait at the entrance with something like the following code.

<code><<set $amber.contentment to 7>></code>

Right now this has no bearing on the player's experience, but someday... _some_day!

=== Scenario Chamber Macros ===

Macros are defined in the story's JavaScript (accessible buy selecting *Story* and then *{} JavaScript*. Take special care when making any edits in here!

==== addToCores ====

Use this with the bot variable for any passage where the player extracts a bot's core. This will make the core visible in the inventory / history. When the player returns the core to Leta, she will react according to the 'coreReact' variable (picking one at random if the player returns with multiple cores).

<code><<addToCores $amber>></code>

==== sendToEntrance ====

As above, but this one sends an intact, mostly-functional bot to wait at the entrance. Again, currently this has no bearing on the player's experience.

<code><<sendToEntrance> $amber>></code>

FYOP/Scenario Chamber/HowToUpdate

2024-06-18T14:59:51Z

LongTimeLurker: /* Scenario Chamber Macros */

This is a guide for anyone interested in editing or contributing to "Scenario Chamber" FYOP. I've had a few requests from others interested in adding their own content / chambers - if you're one of these people, this page should get you started.

This is also very much a WIP and not intended for public consumption - so if you've stumbled on to the page, avert your eyes! Or DM me if you have any questions, I'm long_time_lurker on Discord. Also, the formatting is atrocious, I need to figure out how to clean this up :P

== Getting Started With Twine ==

Scenario Chamber is written in [https://www.motoslave.net/sugarcube/2/docs/ SugarCube], a language / story format for [https://twinery.org/ Twine]. If you're unfamiliar with Twine, [https://opensource.com/article/18/2/twine-gaming this tutorial] seems like a good place to start!

== Editing Scenario Chamber ==

Next, you'll want a copy of the [[FYOP/Scenario_Chamber|Scenario Chamber]] html file. Opening this in Twine will give you a view of the sprawling mess!

== Adding Your Chamber ==

Use Twine's ''Story->Find and Replace'' feature to locate '''Hub/Chambers''' (Twine will highlight any passage with this title, as well as any passages that link to it - there will be 3 in all, all located in the top left corner).

Opening up the Hub/Chambers passage, you'll see a list of objects being set, e.g:

<code>
<<set $girlNextDoor = { "name" : "girl next door", "prefix" : "Girl", }>>\
</code>

This defines how the chamber is shown to the player (in this case, "girl next door") and how to find the corresponding confirmation page (here, it would be "Confirm/Girl") as well as the chamber's starting page (and whether or not the player has visited the chamber).

You'll want to add your own object with a name and prefix for your chamber, and also add it to the $chambers list of available chambers.

<code>
<<set $chambers = [$girlNextDoor, $witch, $opera, $hero, $class, $hike]>>\
</code>

=== Confirmation Page ===
Make a passage entitled '''<nowiki>Confirm/<your prefix></nowiki>''', e.g. '''Confirm/Girl''' for 'girl next door'.

For the body if this page (if you're staying consistent with Scenario Chamber) you'll want to give a sneak-peak of any bots the player might encounter, plus a Y/N confirmation. Open up the any of the ___/Confirm pages to see an example, and note that the 'Y' option should link to a ___/Start page.

''Note'' - you'll want to find a patch of real-estate in twine so you can keep your story elements clustered. The amount Twine makes available will grow as you continue to add passages.

=== Initialize Chamber Variable ===
Finally, you'll want to include a line initializing your scenario chamber variable within the '''StoryInit''' passage. e.g. <code><<set $girlnextdoor to false>></code> (TODO - Why do I do this?!)

Once complete, any player should be able to visit your chamber. Now it's just a matter of adding content!

== Adding Bots ==

Find the '''StoryInit''' passage and crack that open - inside, you'll see a list of bot variables being assigned, one for each bot the player can obtain a core from.

Taking 'Amber' for example:
<code>
<<set $amber =
{
"name" : "Amber",
"contentment" : 10,
"desc" : "The titular "Girl Next Door" from the scenario of the same name.",
"loc" : "Girl Next Door",
"coreReact" : "We always had trouble with her malfunctioning if the customer chose her mother instead of her.",
}>>
</code>

Breaking each of these down:
* name: The name that appears in the player's 'history / inventory'
* contentment: How 'satisfied' the bot is - more on this later!
* desc: The inventory / history description of the bot
* loc: The initial location / chamber where the bot was encountered
* coreReact: What Lucy might say when you hand her this bot's core

''Note'' - You need to encode any double-quotes using <code>"</code> for any of these fields

=== Contentment ===

Whenever I get around to writing the finale, the 'contentment' is meant to influence the final outcome. A higher 'contentment' is meant to indicate the player satisfied the bot in some way, lower indicating the player likely broke the bot in a way she found 'unfulfilling'. In general the score is 1-10, but I've gone as high as 12 for when the player really 'pushes the right buttons'.

You'll want to set the contentment prior to the player collecting the core or asking the bot to wait at the entrance with something like the following code.

<code><<set $amber.contentment to 7>></code>

Right now this has no bearing on the player's experience, but someday... _some_day!

=== Scenario Chamber Macros ===

Macros are defined in the story's JavaScript (accessible buy selecting *Story* and then *{} JavaScript*. Take special care when making any edits in here!

==== addToCores ====

Use this with the bot variable for any passage where the player extracts a bot's core. This will make the core visible in the inventory / history. When the player returns the core to Leta, she will react according to the 'coreReact' variable (picking one at random if the player returns with multiple cores).

<code><<addToCores $amber>></code>

==== sendToEntrance ====

As above, but this one sends an intact, mostly-functional bot to wait at the entrance. Again, currently this has no bearing on the player's experience.

<code><<sendToEntrance> $amber>></code>

FYOP/Scenario Chamber/HowToUpdate

2024-06-18T14:59:07Z

LongTimeLurker: /* Adding Bots */

This is a guide for anyone interested in editing or contributing to "Scenario Chamber" FYOP. I've had a few requests from others interested in adding their own content / chambers - if you're one of these people, this page should get you started.

This is also very much a WIP and not intended for public consumption - so if you've stumbled on to the page, avert your eyes! Or DM me if you have any questions, I'm long_time_lurker on Discord. Also, the formatting is atrocious, I need to figure out how to clean this up :P

== Getting Started With Twine ==

Scenario Chamber is written in [https://www.motoslave.net/sugarcube/2/docs/ SugarCube], a language / story format for [https://twinery.org/ Twine]. If you're unfamiliar with Twine, [https://opensource.com/article/18/2/twine-gaming this tutorial] seems like a good place to start!

== Editing Scenario Chamber ==

Next, you'll want a copy of the [[FYOP/Scenario_Chamber|Scenario Chamber]] html file. Opening this in Twine will give you a view of the sprawling mess!

== Adding Your Chamber ==

Use Twine's ''Story->Find and Replace'' feature to locate '''Hub/Chambers''' (Twine will highlight any passage with this title, as well as any passages that link to it - there will be 3 in all, all located in the top left corner).

Opening up the Hub/Chambers passage, you'll see a list of objects being set, e.g:

<code>
<<set $girlNextDoor = { "name" : "girl next door", "prefix" : "Girl", }>>\
</code>

This defines how the chamber is shown to the player (in this case, "girl next door") and how to find the corresponding confirmation page (here, it would be "Confirm/Girl") as well as the chamber's starting page (and whether or not the player has visited the chamber).

You'll want to add your own object with a name and prefix for your chamber, and also add it to the $chambers list of available chambers.

<code>
<<set $chambers = [$girlNextDoor, $witch, $opera, $hero, $class, $hike]>>\
</code>

=== Confirmation Page ===
Make a passage entitled '''<nowiki>Confirm/<your prefix></nowiki>''', e.g. '''Confirm/Girl''' for 'girl next door'.

For the body if this page (if you're staying consistent with Scenario Chamber) you'll want to give a sneak-peak of any bots the player might encounter, plus a Y/N confirmation. Open up the any of the ___/Confirm pages to see an example, and note that the 'Y' option should link to a ___/Start page.

''Note'' - you'll want to find a patch of real-estate in twine so you can keep your story elements clustered. The amount Twine makes available will grow as you continue to add passages.

=== Initialize Chamber Variable ===
Finally, you'll want to include a line initializing your scenario chamber variable within the '''StoryInit''' passage. e.g. <code><<set $girlnextdoor to false>></code> (TODO - Why do I do this?!)

Once complete, any player should be able to visit your chamber. Now it's just a matter of adding content!

== Adding Bots ==

Find the '''StoryInit''' passage and crack that open - inside, you'll see a list of bot variables being assigned, one for each bot the player can obtain a core from.

Taking 'Amber' for example:
<code>
<<set $amber =
{
"name" : "Amber",
"contentment" : 10,
"desc" : "The titular "Girl Next Door" from the scenario of the same name.",
"loc" : "Girl Next Door",
"coreReact" : "We always had trouble with her malfunctioning if the customer chose her mother instead of her.",
}>>
</code>

Breaking each of these down:
* name: The name that appears in the player's 'history / inventory'
* contentment: How 'satisfied' the bot is - more on this later!
* desc: The inventory / history description of the bot
* loc: The initial location / chamber where the bot was encountered
* coreReact: What Lucy might say when you hand her this bot's core

''Note'' - You need to encode any double-quotes using <code>"</code> for any of these fields

=== Contentment ===

Whenever I get around to writing the finale, the 'contentment' is meant to influence the final outcome. A higher 'contentment' is meant to indicate the player satisfied the bot in some way, lower indicating the player likely broke the bot in a way she found 'unfulfilling'. In general the score is 1-10, but I've gone as high as 12 for when the player really 'pushes the right buttons'.

You'll want to set the contentment prior to the player collecting the core or asking the bot to wait at the entrance with something like the following code.

<code><<set $amber.contentment to 7>></code>

Right now this has no bearing on the player's experience, but someday... _some_day!

=== Scenario Chamber Macros ===

Macros are defined in the story's JavaScript (accessible buy selecting *Story* and then *{} JavaScript*. Take special care when making any edits in here!

==== <code><<addToCores>></code> ====

Use this with the bot variable for any passage where the player extracts a bot's core. This will make the core visible in the inventory / history. When the player returns the core to Leta, she will react according to the 'coreReact' variable (picking one at random if the player returns with multiple cores).

<code><<addToCores $amber>></code>

==== <code><<sendToEntrance>></code> ====

As above, but this one sends an intact, mostly-functional bot to wait at the entrance. Again, currently this has no bearing on the player's experience.

<code><<sendToEntrance> $amber>></code>

FYOP/Scenario Chamber/HowToUpdate

2024-06-18T14:12:30Z

LongTimeLurker: /* Confirmation Page */

FYOP/Scenario Chamber/HowToUpdate

2024-06-18T14:04:09Z

LongTimeLurker:

FYOP/Scenario Chamber/HowToUpdate

2024-06-18T05:15:08Z

LongTimeLurker:

FYOP/Scenario Chamber/HowToUpdate

2024-06-18T05:00:30Z

LongTimeLurker: Created page with "This is a guide for anyone interested in editing or contributing to "Scenario Chamber" FYOP. I've had a few requests from others interested in adding their own content / chambers - if you're one of these people, this page should get you started. This is also very much a WIP and not intended for public consumption - so if you've stumbled on to the page, avert your eyes! Or DM me if you have any questions, I'm long_time_lurker on Discord. <big><big>Getting Started With T..."

Extracurricular

2024-01-17T16:21:27Z

LongTimeLurker:

Max pounded as loudly as he dared on Megan's dorm room door, coughing slightly from the lingering smoke of the broken classmate behind him. "Just a sec," he heard Megan call from the other side, the door opening enough to permit a very tired looking Megan peer through. A moment later she flung it wide, jolting awake upon seeing Max. She seemed to be getting ready for bed, her jacket off, her blouse unbuttoned, her tie slung over her shoulder. "Max?!" she said in a harsh whisper, her eyes staring first at him, then at the bot slumped against the wall, dressed only in panties and a T-shirt, panels blown all over her lithe figure. "What is going on? What happened to Lily?"

"I uh… made a new device?" Max quickly stepped out of the hallway, pulling the door shut behind him.

"I'm going to need more than that."

"I'm still kinda getting the hang of it… But it's a good thing, I now know what the hard limits are!"

"You also ''know'' you're not supposed to be here," Megan said with an admonishing look. "What happened to 'play by the rules until graduation?'"

"I ''had'' to see you - and show you this." Max held out his newly constructed remote - a hand-sized metal rectangle with an array of physical buttons, looking even more slapdash than the last one.

Megan pursed her lips, looking at him with wary interest. "You ''made'' that? How?"

"I've been, uh… tinkering on my own a bit."

"''Tinkering?''" she said skeptically.

"Yeah! Just… trying things out! And I think I've got something here." He hovered a finger over one of the buttons, aiming the device squarely at the busty blonde co-ed. "With your permission?"

Megan narrowed her eyes. "What's it going to do? I'm not going to end up like Lily in out there, am I?"

"No!" Max insisted. "That was… she… I overdid by just a touch. But like I said, I learned from the experience, and I've got this under control. It'll just… it'll make you feel really, really... ''good''?"

Pushing her golden bangs out of her eyes, she folded her arms and shifted her hips to one side. "Sure, Max. Hit me."

Max grinned and pressed the button. She responded with a shrug, and he tapped the button again. "Nothing?"

"Nothing," she said, then tilted her head. "Wait, I think… I think you just activated my posterior heat exchanger?" Reaching down, she slid a hand under her skirt and experimentally prodded her buttock. "Congratulations, you just gave my left cheek a cold-sweat."

"Not what I was going for," Max muttered, pressing the button firmly for third time, then turning the device over in his hands. "Maybe something got jostled loose when Lily-"

Max was violently shoved into the wall, Megan's lips locking with his as she pressed herself against him. She tore his shirt open and he felt his device tumble from his grasp, clattering on the floor. After a brief moment of confusion, he was desperately trying to match her energy, grabbing two fistfulls of her plump ass and squeezing hard as he pulled her hips closer. In doing so, he couldn't help but notice her left cheek was distinctly colder than the right…

"Mmmmax!" she moaned amidst their kiss, her voice strangely digitized and resonant with a metallic tinge while she roughly shoved his trousers down, his underwear with them, exposing his rock-hard member.

Max mentally celebrated his success, sliding her skirt over her hips, opening her blouse, when a sudden squeal from the other side of the dorm room wall gave him pause.

"Who was-"

"Amber," Megan panted, taking his cock in her hand. "Just ignore her!" She guided Max past her white panties and into her with a single thrust of her hips, the blonde bot choking back a cry of pleasure only to have Amber loudly supply one of her own.

"I-is she… with some-?" Max began, but he was soon interrupted by Megan working her hips in a pounding rhythm. Max gleefully masssaged her jouncing cheeks in lieu of his abandoned question.

Amber howled even louder and Megan pumped her hips in a blistering rhythm, tossing her hair back, a cry building in her throat until a sudden blast shook the wall behind them. Max winced as he imagined the shy and bookish Amber abuptly exploding. He was certain she could be repaired, but at the very least it would raise some questions about his activities...

"That's n-not good!" Max exclaimed, trying to demure from Megan's relentless pounding to retrieve the device on the floor

"Don't you fucking dare!" Megan warned, throwing him on to her small bed, her tanned body now suffused in a slight glow. She hastily forced her panties down her legs, then pounced on to Max with animalistic enthusiasm, pinning him to the mattress before spearing herself on him once more. Her lustful cry was echoed from beyond the wall on the other side, along with an electrical buzzing Max could hear through the thin drywall.

"Megan, we c-can't keep-"

"We absolutely can!" Megan insisted, tearing off her tank top and pulling Max's face to her breasts, a stiff nipple silencing him while Megan's other neighbors squealed higher and higher, culminating in another muffled explosion that shook Megan's academic achievement award from the wall.

"M-Megan!" Max sputtered around her bouncing breast, steam now rising from her glistening golden artificial flesh.

"Max!" she cried in orgiastic rebuttal, her hips pounding faster when another whimpering note of pleasure could be heard from the other side of her door. It flew open, and in stumbled a student with absurdly thick thighs exposed by high-riding boy short, a trail of smoke in her wake. Her copper skin dripped with rivulets sweat, her hands tugging at her silken ebony hair as electricity flickered across her form, and Max finally recognized her as Isla. In that moment he promised himself that if he was still at the Academy and she was still functioning, he would definitely be attending those dance recitals of hers.

"M-mmmegan!" Isla moaned, a look of confusion on her face. "Wh-what the f-fuck is h-h-happening t-t-to meeee?"

"I-Isla!" Max gasped, Megan's bouncing nipple slipping from his lips. "Th-that remote!" He wrapped his arms around Megan's waist, trying to arrest her relentless pumping.

Megan squirmed in moaning, wordless protest. Clearly not understanding the situation, the statically charged Isla still complied. With smoking wafting from her dripping body, she took halting steps forward, bending over to retrieve the device. Electricity surged around her, the curvaceous bot's voice catching through a series of increasingly shrill gasps, and Max was certain she going to blow in seconds. Desperately theorizing that his stimulation of Megan had something to do with her still being in one piece, he leaned over to give Isla's prodigious rump a firm squeez. The dancer's voice caught in one final gasp before unfroze and snatched the device.

Max's leaning to grope Isla gave Megan an opening, her straining hip servos overpowering his one-armed hold around her waist. In a split second she slid up his shaft and then slammed down with a fervor that took his breath away. He lost his grip on Isla's ass, the dark-haired bot's relative stability shattered by a surge of electricity and a troubling hissing sound. Max could not help himself, his head swimming as she succumbed to an unbidden climax. Still throbbing inside the howling blonde bot, he made a desperate lunge for Isla, tearing her shorts as he tried to pull her toward him, her statically charged ass looming over him before he tumbled from Megan's bed, collapsing on to the floor in a tangle beneath the two bots.

Isla's voice hit a whimpering high note, electricity from her repeatedly shocking Max and a still-climaxing Megan. Max's hands raced across her body, finding her breasts, then her arms, and finally her hands, one tightly clenched around his device. Max thumbed the oversized 'reset' button on the back, then prayed he had been quick enough to avert an explosive disaster that would bring his nineteen years at the Academy to a ignominious end.

Seconds later he was still buried beneath the twitching and spasming bots. A moment more, and they were both panting heavily, their electronics audibly chittering, humming, their bodies hot from their overworked components. Then, their breathing steadied, the flurry of shocks lessened, and Max was relieved that he wasn't going to be blown up by his robot girlfriend or her thick-thighed classmate.

"Max!" Isla suddenly exclaimed, disentangling herself and springing to her feet. "What the fuck are you doing in the ''girl's'' dormitory!"

"I think it's pretty obvious…" Megan purred, her tanned body still aglow as she rolled on to her back, sliding her feet languidly across the wooden floor.

"You t-two have no idea the trouble you're b-b-both in!" Isla stammered, her furious expression interrupted by twitches. "I'm g-going to get the head-m-master, and he-"

"Islaaaaa~", Megan called, lazily beckoning her. "I need to t-tell you something…"

"What could you ''possibly'' have t-to say?" Isla's fury melted slightly at the sight of the gorgeous blonde bot lying prone and naked before her, her copper cheeks flushing with a little red.

Megan's hand traced a slow circle around one of her pink nipples, saying, "Come c-closer so I can wh-whisper it to you…"

Isla gave a frustrated grunt and started for the door - Max was about to get up and go after her when she just as suddenly turned around and returned to Megan, dropping to her knees and muttering, "This had b-better be-be-be-"

Megan pulled her robotic classmate to her in a passionate kiss, Isla's hands tensing and splaying in a mild panic before freezing in the air, then slowly descending upon Megan's pert breasts, palming each of them with a tender squeeze. Megan moaned in appreciation, her own hands sliding up Isla's wide hips, around her full backside to the small of her back where she pressed in forcefully to expose a panel, repeating the gesture to some internal control. Isla collapsed across her, then rolled against Max with a stunned expression on her dark features.

"Max?" Megan's voice was less tired now.

"Y-yes?"

"Go back to your dorm - I can clean up this mess."

"By yourself? Megan, how can you-"

She placed a finger on his lips. "Be a good boy. Go to class. Do your assignments. And stop turning your classmates into sex-bombs."

"That wasn't what I-" He tried to speak around her finger, but she pressed it more firmly against his lips.

"…at least under graduation. Can you do that for me, Max?"

He looked at her lying beside him, her disheveled hair and sleepy demeanor undercut by a firmness he was wary of challenging.

"I think I know what the problem was," Max said, turning the device over. "With just a few tweaks-"

"The device was ''perfect''," she cooed, suddenly pulling herself over Isla's body to kiss him tenderly. "It's just a question of timing. Now, can you promise me-"

"Yes, yes - class! Tomorrow!"

"And then?"

"Um… Graduation?"

She kissed him again, whispering, "And then?"

"Then… uh…"

She kissed him firmly, a blue light flashing within her eyes when she finally opened them once more. "We'll just have to see, won't we? Now, get back to your room before anyone else finds you."

Max swallowed, pulling on his clothes while Megan seemed to content to lie sprawled on her floor, giving the occasional faint sigh.

"You're… good?"

"I'm great…" Megan said softly, waving him toward the door. "Good night, Max."

With a final glance at her and the frozen Isla beside her, Max pocketed his prototype device and opened the door. "See you tomorrow, Megan."

"Bright and early…"

Max stepped quietly through the halls of the girl's dormitory, his thumb tracing the buttons he hadn't even tried. He was starting to doubt he could make it all the way to graduation without just a _little_ more experimentation…

Extracurricular

2024-01-17T07:36:25Z

LongTimeLurker: Created page with "DRAFT! YOU ARE NOT SEEING THIS PAGE! Max pounded as loudly as he dared on Megan's dorm room door, coughing slightly from the lingering smoke of the broken classmate behind him. Almost immediately it flung open, a surprised Megan on the other side. She seemed to be getting ready for bed, her jacket off, her blouse unbuttoned, her tie slung over her shoulder. "Max?!" she said in shock, her eyes staring first at him, then at her smoking classmate slumped against the wall,..."

DRAFT! YOU ARE NOT SEEING THIS PAGE!

Max pounded as loudly as he dared on Megan's dorm room door, coughing slightly from the lingering smoke of the broken classmate behind him. Almost immediately it flung open, a surprised Megan on the other side. She seemed to be getting ready for bed, her jacket off, her blouse unbuttoned, her tie slung over her shoulder. "Max?!" she said in shock, her eyes staring first at him, then at her smoking classmate slumped against the wall, her panels blown open across a body clad only in panties and a T-shirt. "What is going on? What happened to Lily?"

"I uh… made a new device?" Max quickly stepped out of the hallway, pulling the door shut behind him.

"That's not much of an explanation."

"I'm still kinda getting the hang of it… But it's a good thing, I now know what the hard limits are!"

"You also ''know'' you're not supposed to be here," Megan said with an admonishing look. "What happened to 'play by the rules until graduation?'"

"I ''had'' to see you - and show you this." Max held out his newly constructed remote - a palm-sized metal rectangle with an array of physical buttons, looking even more slapdash than the last one.

Megan pursed her lips, looking at him with wary interest. "You ''made'' that? How?"

"I've been, uh… tinkering on my own a bit."

"''Tinkering?''" she said skeptically.

"Yeah! Just… trying things out! And I think I've got something here." He hovered a finger over one of them, aiming the device squarely at the busty blonde co-ed. "With your permission?"

Megan narrowed her eyes. "What's it going to do? I'm not going to end up like Lily in out there, am I?"

"No!" Max insisted. "That was… she… I overdid by just a touch. But like I said, I learned from the experience, and I've got this under control. It'll just… you ''should'' feel, ah… pretty good?"

Pushing her golden bangs out of her eyes, she folded her arms and shifted her hips to one side. "Sure, Max. Hit me."

Max grinned and pressed the button. She responded with a shrug, and he tapped the button again. "Nothing?"

"Nothing," she said, then tilted her head. "Wait, I think… I think you just activated my posterior heat exchanger?" Reaching down, she slid a hand under her skirt and experimentally prodded her buttock. "Congratulations, you just gave my left cheek a cold-sweat."

"Not what I was going for," Max muttered, pressing the button again and turning the device over in his hands. "Maybe something got jostled loose when Lily-"

Max was violently shoved backward, colliding with the wall, Megan's lips locking with his as she pushed her body against his own. She tore his shirt open and he felt the device tumble from his grasp, clattering on the floor as he tried to focus - a moment later he desperately trying to match her energy, grabbing two fistfulls of her plump ass and squeezing hard as he pulled her hips closer. In doing so, he couldn't help but notice her left cheek was definitely colder than the right…

"Mmmmax!" she moaned amidst their kiss, her voice strangely digitized and resonant with a metallic tinge while she roughly shoved his trousers down, his underwear with them, exposing his rock-hard member.

Max mentally celebrated his success, sliding her skirt over her hips, opening her blouse, when a sudden squeal from the other side of the dorm room wall gave him pause.

"Who was-"

"Amber," Megan panted, taking his cock in her hand. "Just ignore her!" She guided Max past her white panties and into her with a single thrust of her hips, the blonde girl choking back a cry of pleasure only to have Amber loudly supply one of her own.

"I-is she… with some-?" Max began, but he was soon interrupted when Megan began to work her hips in a pounding rhythm. Max gleefully squeezing her jouncing cheeks in lieu of his abandoned question.

Amber howled even louder and Megan worked her hips into a blistering rhythm, tossing her hair back, a cry building in her throat until a sudden explosion shook the wall behind them. Max winced as he imagined the damage just endured by the shy and bookish Amber who always quietly said hi to him in the library.

"That's n-not good!" Max exclaimed, trying to demure from Megan's relentless pounding to retrieve the device on the floor

"Don't you fucking dare!" Megan warned, throwing him on to her bed and leaping atop him, her tanned body now suffused in a slight glow. She hastily forced her panties down her legs, then pounced on to Max with animalistic enthusiasm, practically pinning him to the bed before spearing herself on him once more. Her lustful cry was echoed from beyond the wall on the other side, along with an electrical buzzing Max could hear through the thin sheetrock.

"Megan, we c-can't keep-"

"We absolutely can!" Megan insisted, tearing off her tank top and pulling Max's face to her breasts, a stiff nipple silencing him while Megan's other neighbors squealed higher and higher, culminating in another muffled explosion that shook Megan's academic achievement award from the wall.

"M-Megan!" Max sputtered around her bouncing breast, steam now rising from her glistening golden artificial flesh.

"Max!" she cried in orgiastic rebuttal, her hips pounding faster when another whimpering note of pleasure could be heard from the other side of her door. It flew open, and in stumbled a student with absurdly thick thighs exposed by high-riding boy short, a trail of smoke in her wake. Her copper skin dripped with rivulets sweat, her hands tugging at her silken ebony hair as electricity flickered across her form, and Max finally recognized her as Isla. In that moment he promised himself that if he was still at the Academy and she was still functioning, he would definitely be attending those dance recitals of hers.

"M-mmmegan!" Isla moaned, a look of confusion on her face. "Wh-what the f-fuck is h-h-happening t-t-to meeee?"

"I-Isla!" Max gasped, Megan's bouncing nipple slipping from his lips. "Th-that remote!" He wrapped his arms around Megan's waist, trying to arrest her relentless pumping.

Megan squirmed in moaning, wordless protest. Clearly not understanding the situation, the statically charged Isla still complied. With smoking wafting from her dripping body, she took halting steps forward, bending over to retrieve the device Max was desperately pointing at with what little control of his hands he could manage. Electricity surged around her, the curvaceous bot's voice catching through a series of increasingly shrill gasps, and Max was certain she going to blow in seconds. Hoping that his stimulation of Megan had something to do with her still being in one piece, he leaned over to give Isla's prodigious rump and firm squeeze, the dancer's voice catching in one final gasp before she snatched the device.

Max leaning to fondle Isla gave Megan the opening she needed, her servos straining as her hips overpowered his one-armed hold around her waist, sliding up and then slamming down with a fervor that took his breath away. He lost his grip on Isla's ass, the dark-haired bot's relative stability shattered by a surge of electricity and a troubling hissing sound. Max could not help himself, climaxing inside a howling Megan as he made a prone lunge for Isla, tearing her shorts as he tried to pull her toward him, her statically charged ass looming over him before he tumbled from Megan's bed, collapsing on to the floor in a tangle with the two bots.

Isla's voice hit a whimpering high note, electricity coursing from her to repeatedly shock Max and a still-climaxing Megan. Max's hands raced across her body, finding her breasts, then her arms, and finally her hands, one tightly clenched around the new device. Max thumbed the oversized power toggle on the back, then prayed he had been quick enough to avert an explosive disaster that would bring his nineteen years at the Academy to a ignominious end.

Seconds later he was still buried beneath the twitching and spasming bots. A moment more, and they were both panting heavily, their electronics audibly chittering in protest. Then, their breathing steadied, the flurry of shocks lessened, and Max was relieved that he wasn't going to be blown up by his robot girlfriend or her thick-thighed classmate.

"Max!" Isla suddenly exclaimed, disentangling herself and springing to her feet. "What the fuck are you doing in the ''girl's'' dormitory!"

"I think it's pretty obvious…" Megan purred, her tanned body still aglow as she rolled languidly on to her back, sliding her feet across the wooden floor.

"You t-two have no idea the trouble you're b-b-both in!" Isla stammered, her furious expression interrupted by twitches. "I'm g-going to get the head-m-master, and he-"

"Islaaaaa~", Megan called, lazily beckoning her. "I need to t-tell you something…"

"What could you ''possibly'' have t-to say?" Isla's fury melted slightly at the sight of the gorgeous blonde bot lying prone and naked before her, her copper cheeks flushing with a little red.

Megan's hand traced a slow circle around one of her pink nipples, saying, "Come c-closer so I can wh-whisper it to you…"

Isla gave a frustrated grunt and started for the door - Max was about to go after her, when she just as suddenly turned around and returned to Megan, dropping to her knees and muttering, "This had b-better be-be-be-"

Megan pulled her classmate to her in a passionate kiss, Isla's hands tensing and splaying in a mild panic before freezing in the air, then slowly descending upon Megan's pert breasts, palming each of them with a tender squeeze. Megan moaned in appreciation, her own hands sliding up her wide hips, around her full backside to the small of her back where she pressed in forcefully to expose a panel, repeating the gesture to some internal control. Isla collapsed across her, then rolled against Max with a stunned expression on her dark features.

"Max?" Megan's voice was less tired now.

"Y-yes?"

"Go back to your dorm - I can clean up this mess."

"By yourself? Megan, how can you-"

She placed a finger on his lips. "Be a good boy. Go to class. Do your assignments. And stop turning your classmates into sex-bombs."

"That wasn't what I-" He tried to speak around her finger, but she pressed it more firmly against his lips.

"…at least under graduation. Can you do that for me, Max?"

He looked at her lying beside him, her disheveled hair and sleepy demeanor undercut by a firmness he was cautious to challenge at this precise moment.

"I think I know what the problem was," Max said, turning the device over. "With just a few tweaks-"

"The device was ''perfect''," she cooed, suddenly pulling herself over Isla's body to kiss him tenderly. "It's just a question of timing. Now, can you promise me-"

"Yes, yes - class! Tomorrow!"

"And then?"

"Um… Graduation?"

She kissed him again, whispering, "And then?"

"Then… uh…"

She kissed him firmly, a blue light flashing within her eyes when she finally opened them once more. "We'll just have to see, won't we? Now, get back to your room before anyone else finds out you're here."

Max swallowed, pulling on his clothes while Megan seemed to content to lie sprawled on her floor, giving the occasional faint sigh.

"You're… good?"

"I'm great…" Megan said softly, waving him toward the door. "Good night, Max."

With a final glance at her and the frozen Isla beside her, Max pocketed his prototype device and opened the door. "See you tomorrow, Megan."

"Bright and early…"

Max stepped quietly through the halls of the girl's dormitory, thumbing the buttons he hadn't even tried, already doubting he could make it all the way to graduation with a _little_ more experimentation…

Stories/LongTimeLurker

2024-01-17T07:35:22Z

LongTimeLurker:

#[[Clockwork Legacy]] (Lady in Waiting)
##[[Clockwork_Legacy/Lady_in_Waiting/Part_1|Lady in Waiting]]
##[[Clockwork_Legacy/Line_of_Succession/Part_1|Line of Succession]]
##[[Clockwork_Legacy/Inheritance|Inheritance]]
#[[Andrew and the Sexbot Factory]]
##[[Andrew_and_the_Sexbot_Factory/Prototype/Part_1|Prototype]]
##[[Andrew_and_the_Sexbot_Factory/Field_Test/Part_1|Field Test]]
##[[Andrew_and_the_Sexbot_Factory/Production_Model|Production Model]]
#[[Solipsistic]]
#[[Electrostatic]]
#[[Crash Immelmann in the Year 30XX]]
#[[Diagnostic]]
#[[FYOP/Scenario_Chamber]]
#[[The Co-Star]]
#[[Bot Town Blues]]
#[[Salvage]]
#[[Crash Immelmann and the Inflatable Sex-Bots from Planet X!]]
#[[Five Nights at Fanny's]]
#[[Nihilistic]]
##[[Extracurricular]]
#[[Fire Hazard]]
#[[House Call]]
#[[Crash Immelmann vs. the Dread Pirate Holt!]]
#[[The Haunted Manor]]
#[[Omnic Replica]]
#[[Naughty or Nice]]
#[[CRASH IMMELMANN IN: OVERTURE REQUIEM PROTOCOL: M.I.L.F!]]
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Naughty or Nice

2023-12-27T07:25:27Z

LongTimeLurker: /* Part 8 */

=Naughty or Nice=
==Part 1==
“Would you look at the ass on this elf!?”

Max glanced over from his work to see Anne lifting the skirt of the “Christmas Elf” he had just unboxed. Beneath her frilled green hem, jingling with tiny brass bells, he saw the elf’s shapely contours in stark detail. He was almost mesmerized by the way the red and white of her candy-striped tights stretched across the smooth, round surfaces of her cheeks.

“Uh… yep!” Max agreed, hastily forcing his attention back to prying open the next crate.

“’Yep?’ You see the plum pudding they gave Jingle here, and all you can say is, ‘Yep?!’”

“What am I supposed to say?” he grunted, prying open another corner of the human-sized wooden crate. That ass is not half as nice as yours? Even in her uniform’s drab khakis, Anne’s generous hips and bountiful backside could not be suppressed, its tantalizing swells and the precise curvature of her panty line seared into his mind’s eye.

“I dunno, maybe show some enthusiasm for just how horny this setup is going to be? Oh shit,” she gasped. “These elves are kinda stacked… and I think they even gave them nipples! C’mon Max, check this out - I know you’re a breast man!”

He felt his face flush as he glanced up again, his eyes inadvertently but inevitably finding Anne’s full, round, and perfect breasts, an enticing glimpse of pale cleavage peeking through the unbuttoned grey of her work polo. She beamed as she tested the blankly-staring elf’s chest, her apple-cheeks glowing from a wide grin. “I’m kinda busy here,” Max muttered, starting on the last corner of the crate.

“Jeez, what’s with you tonight?” she asked, moving on to explore the robotic elf’s nearly identical ‘sister’, Sprinkles.

“This just wasn’t how I planned on spending my Friday night!” The crate’s lid groaned as it came loose with a final pry.

“Somewhere you’d rather be than an empty mall with the E-Cell assistant manager and salesperson of the month for November?” Anne asked, a faint pout not entirely sarcastic in her voice.

He dropped the crowbar, startling them both as it hit the floor with a metal clang. “Sorry,” he said, meeting her dark brown eyes. “It’s not you, I just had this sprung on me last minute. Why are you stuck here, anyway? Is Troy picking you up?”

“Maybe I just want to spend some quality time with my work-husband,” she said airily, going back to prodding the elf-bot. Max felt relief when a smile returned to her pink lips. She was right, he should be enjoying a late-night hang with her. Despite seeing her regularly throughout the day, it was nice to be around her after closing. She was so much more relaxed, none of that ‘sales-mode’ she seemed to be stuck in during mall hours. At night, she’d let her dark, auburn hair fall down over her shoulders, undo the top buttons on her shirt... he shook his head, refocusing on the task at hand.

“You know what I think it is?” Max asked aloud, pushing aside the wooden lid. “It’s that last year, we had a human Santa.”

“Buddy, if you’re lamenting the displacement of the human workforce by horny robots…“ she manipulated Sprinkles’ arms until the droid was grabbing its own breasts, “…then you’re a little late to the party.”

“Yeah, yeah, I saw the new girl at the sunglasses store.” A supermodel fitted with cheekbones that had to have been machine-milled.

“The sunglasses girl is when you noticed? Not the garden store? Not Teddy Bear Palace? That artisanal olive oil place? Every barista at every Star Roast? The inform-”

“Wait, olive-oil girl is a robot?!” Max exclaimed. “But she’s always eating those sticky buns!” A second later. “Wait, is the sticky buns guy a robot?”

Anne snorted. “Of course he is. “ While adjusting the elf’s jaw into a rapturous grin, she muttered, “Still wouldn’t mind him stickying my buns, though…”

“But wait, you’re saying they built a robot that craves pastries?”

“And that sells overpriced olive oil! The latest bots do all sorts of ‘behavioral emulations’, ways to appear human so apathetic shoppers and particularly dense IT workers don’t kick up a fuss while all the flesh-and-blood staff are replaced by plastic-and-oil sales drones.”

Max sighed. “Man, I thought I had a real rapport with olive-oil girl.”

“That must be why you call her as ‘olive-oil girl’,” she muttered, carefully tilting the elf’s head back.

“We’re not on a first name basis or anything, but…”

Anne rolled her eyes. “Did you buy some artisanal olive oil from her?”

“Some citrus-infused vinegar, actually,” Max said, a little defensive.

“That is the entire basis of your ‘rapport’, an if-else statement that runs flirt dot E.X.E whenever you pay a five-hundred percent markup.” She finished posing the elf who now appeared to be having a religious experience while grabbing her breasts. “Whereas our relationship will always be strictly unprofessional, and I would never have it tainted by something as tawdry as commerce.”

“You made me fix your broken phone last week!”

“Yes, but I didn’t pay you for it!” she said with prim satisfaction, moving on to pose Jingle.

Max shook his head, glancing at the paper taped to the Styrofoam lid inside the crate, warnings in bold and italics stressing the importance of immediately updating Mrs. Claus after unpacking her. “Robots everywhere… I can’t believe I didn’t notice…”

Anne sidled up next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, cheer up! Is it the existential crisis that's got you down? Or is it olive-oil girl being less Olive, and more oil?”

“You are the literal worst,” Max groaned, trying not to give her the satisfaction of a smile. “Just help me get Mrs. Claus on her feet.”

“Ooh!” Anne exclaimed excitedly, stopping Max before he could remove the inner lid. “Do you think she’s, like, a super sexy dominatrix Mrs. Claus? Because after those two elves…”

“I’m guessing the Eastbrook Mall opted for the more traditional ‘milk-and-cookies granny’.” He pulled up the lid and was a little disappointed to see he was correct. Inside was a quintessential grandmother dressed in red velvet trimmed with white fur, a pair of gold-rimmed spectacles perched on her bulbous nose.

“OK,” Anne said, only slightly deterred, “but what kind of ass is she working with?”

“Probably more prune than plum,” Max replied, the two of them lifting the inert figure out of the crate. “Plug her in, would ya?” He picked up the control tablet, ‘Mrs. Claus’ appearing in the list of devices beneath Jingle and Sprinkles as soon as Anne attached the power cord. He was surprised at the myriad options available when he selected her – among them, a particular slider caught his eye.

“Hey, Anne,” he called, his finger poised.

“Hm?” she asked, pulling her head from beneath Mrs. Claus’s dress.

“Check this out.” Max ramped the slider all the way down – in response, the machinery within Mrs. Claus hummed to life. Her skin drew tight across her as she stood up straight from her stooped posture, her shawl parting slightly from the swell of a bosom filling the blouse beneath. Her gray curls loosened into golden ringlets beneath her lacey bonnet, framing the face of a beautiful woman at least fifty years younger than the one they had unpacked.

After a moment of stunned silence, Anne stalked toward him. “Give! Me! That!” she demanded, snatching the tablet out of his hands.

“Don’t fuck with her too much,” Max cautioned. “I haven’t updated her yet, and-“

“I can’t believe this!” Anne exclaimed, her fingers flitting across the settings screen. “Who knew Mrs. Claus was so into discipline!” She guffawed, then quickly pulled the tablet away when Max tried to see what she was doing. “When I’m done!” Max stepped back, watching with growing curiosity while Anne continued to adjust settings, muttering to herself, “Some of this… definitely this… why, Mrs. Claus, I had no idea!”

“We should probably update her, though…” Max tried again.

Anne ignored him, running her finger swiftly up and down the tablet's surface. The statuesque beauty suddenly withered back to the kind-faced septuagenarian, then immediately springing into her young, gorgeous incarnation. “Naughty! Nice!” Anne repeated as the droid shrank and grew between the two extremes, machinery inside her facilitating this repeated transformation starting to whine and hiss. “Wait, are her boobs getting bigger every time I do this?” Anne muttered, going faster still.

“Anne, I can see smoke!” Max cried, snatching the tablet from her.

“But I’m not done!” she exclaimed in manic glee, snatching it back. “Just let me-“ the tablet suddenly fell from their hands, cracking sharply against the concrete floor.

“Fuck,” Max summarized, looking between the shattered screen and a young, busty Mrs. Claus, smoke wisping from beneath her red bonnet.

“Max…” Anne started, but was cut off by the metronomic clacking of stiletto heels.

Both her and Max turned to the fast-approaching Evangeline Eastbrook, the mall’s heiress, proprietor, manager, spokeswoman, figurehead – her position wasn’t entirely clear, but what Max did know was that she was his superior many times over, and her sudden appearance never made things easier for him.

“What is this shit?!” she demanded, gesturing at the smoldering, voluptuous blond robot and the lewdly displayed elf.

“Ms. Eastbrook, you’re looking lovely this evening!” Anne attempted. It was true, but when wasn’t it? Evangeline was always immaculately put together, a mannequin perfectly proportioned for the sheer pencil skirt suits she wore. There was never a hair out of place in her severe platinum bob, her austere makeup applied with laser-precision across a face no wrinkle or laugh line would dare besmirch.

She turned to Anne. “E-Cell is starting its new holiday promotion tomorrow.”

“Right as ever, Ms-“

“Then why are you here?”

“Just… helping…” Anne finished meekly. With an apologetic look toward Max, she turned and left, managing her departure with some dignity for the first few steps before breaking into an all-out sprint back to her store.

“And I repeat,” Evangeline stated, the weight of her full attention shifting back to Max. “What. Is. This. Shit?”

“We… I fucked up. Completely! But I promise, this will all be fixed by the time we open!” Her perfect lashes closed slightly, focusing her gaze into a drill-press that Max could feel at the exact midpoint between his eyes. “er… fixed before we open! Hours before we open!”

Finally, Evangeline relented. “Let’s hope that you do,” she said, striding over to Sprinkles and restoring the elf to a more natural pose. “And I want these two ‘elves’ plugged into my security system ASAP.”

“...Security?”

“They’re supposedly Holdfast compatible. If so, I could use them in the off-season for patrol and incident response.” Max was having trouble imagining the spritely pair hauling off some rowdy drunk, even if they did lose the tights and bells. “And I want to know if they’re actually going to work, or if I need to send them back.”

“You can count on me,” Max said, trying not to stress over the myriad compatibility issues he was bound to face, given their security system was a few updates behind.

“I suppose we’ll see, won’t we?” Evangeline said coldly before turning away, the clack of her heels echoing in his mind long after her departure.

“Well,” Max sighed, retrieving the cracked and glitching tablet from the ground. “Time to get to work.”

==Part 2==
“Happy Holidays, Jingle is online!” Jingle the elf cheered to no one in particular, flinging her arms wide in untamed exuberance. She fixed Max with her twinkling hazel eyes and said, “To continue with the setup process, please accept the license agreement on your tablet, OK?”

Max glanced between the grinning bot’s radiant plastic smile and the cracked screen – of course the EULA was hidden behind streaks of broken diodes.

“Do you have a vocal setup process?” Max asked after a few blind taps on what might have been the EULA’s accept button yielded no results.

“Sure, do!” she said with a giggle. “I’ll just need the setup passphrase! You’ll find it, along with several other helpful resources, in the packet marked ‘Start Here.’”

Max sifted through the quick-start guides and colorful offers for upgrades and accessories to transform them into witches, pilgrims, ‘secret shoppers’... He eventually found the card he was looking for. “Um… Register Jingle four X seven… pumpernickel, gumdrop, Vixen.”

She gave a slight shiver, then dove into a somersault, springing up with her bells jingling inches away from him. “Now it’s time to get me hooked up to your network!” she announced, though Max wondered exactly how her programming was guiding her, and why it would have her standing at a distance that could only be described as ‘intimate’. He watched her smiling face, its faintly artificial sheen offset by a smattering of freckles, waiting for her to give some indication why she was this close. But she only stood there, eyes twinkling as they looked into his.

Telling himself he just wanted to ‘see what would happen’, he leaned down to kiss the fay-faced robot on her smiling lips. Immediately she stood on her toes to meet him with a chaste peck, but this was followed by a coy smile that seemed to promise more. “Perhaps you’d like to unwrap your present early…” she said demurely, a finger toying with the ends of her choppy pixie cut.

Max cleared his throat and took a step back, reminding himself that he still needed this job, and getting intimate with the Christmas Elf bot when he had a looming deadline was probably not the best use of his time. “Please connect to network E-M underscore-”

“Sorry?” she said, wearing a confused expression.

“Um… can we resume setup? Y’know, connecting you to our network?”

“Of c-course!” she stammered, her head ticking before her cheery smile returned. “Let’s c-continue with my s-setup!”

“It’s network E-M underscore H-F, and I’ve got the security image… here.” He thumbed through the authenticator on his work phone, showed her the swirling security image. She stared at it, her eyes flashing briefly.

“This is a Holdfast enabled security network. Would you like me to enable my integrated security functionality?”

Max dared to hope it might be just this easy. “Yes, please do.”

She shifted her weight slightly, her face taking on an alarmed expression. “Uh-oh! It looks like you’re not on the latest version! You’ll have to update your Holdfast Security Software before we can continue!”

“Uh… admin override?” he tried.

“Sorry, I don’t know what you mean!”

Max was certain he couldn’t get the network software upgraded in the hours remaining, given that he had been running into strange errors whenever had he attempted over the past week. A wild thought occurred to him, and he approached the elf again, putting his arms around her waist.

“But if you’d like to take a break from the setup process,” she whispered.

“Please try connecting again,” Max said, and she adopted a confused expression before responding with a hesitant, “O-OK!” Max immediately kissed her fully on the lips, feeling an electric shudder course through the bot. When he finally broke from her, she wore a distant, glazed expression.

“C-connectionnnn… up-updaaaate…re-re-re-re-re-re-”

“Try connecting again for me?”

After a long pause, she gave him a vacant smile. “Connection es-st-stablished!”

Max gave a fist pump, daring to hope he might actually sort this out. “Can you configure the other elf?”

“Of course!” Jingle pranced over to the other elf, taking hold of both of her hands. A moment later, Sprinkles’s eyes flew open, her face mirroring her partner’s sugary smile. “Sprinkles is on-line!”

Hoping to carry the momentum, Max said, “OK, now activate Mrs. Claus!”

“You got it!” “Right away!” The two elves skipped over to the busty and broken Mrs. Claus, each taking one of her hands. Jingles looked at the other elf and frowned. “Uh-oh! It looks like Mrs. Claus might need some T.L.C!”

“But don’t worry!” Sprinkles continued. “We can take care of the return process and have her back her, lickity-split!”

“No, no!” Max exclaimed, running up to them. “I need her tonight!”

“Thanks to our fast and easy return process, we can have a replacement shipped within hours, with a guaranteed arrival time of two business days!” Jingle and Sprinkles were already maneuvering Mrs. Claus back into her box, although her youthful and curvaceous transformation was making the fit into the granny-mold packaging difficult. “And if you’ve been watching the calendar as closely as we have, you’ll know that still leaves plenty of time for holiday fun!” Sprinkles gave him a wink that he could only interpret as deliberately antagonizing.

“Before we order the replacement, can you just… let me try to fix her first?”

“I’m sorry, but that would violate her warranty!” Sprinkles said with effusive holiday cheer.

As he considered how kissing might be used to alter their directives once more, Max decided to take a slightly more practical route. “Um… hey, can the two of you do a quick patrol of the mall? Before we handle her return?”

“Of course we can!” Jingle said without hesitation, taking Sprinkles’s hand. “C’mon, Sprinkles!”

Max watched the two elves go skipping off, having his doubts about their off-season utility as guards. “That’s Evangeline’s problem…” Turning back to the awkwardly sprawled Mrs. Claus, half-stuffed into her packaging, Max walked over and tried powering her on with a prolonged press on the back of her neck. He heard a troubling buzzing sound emanating from inside her, culminating in a sharp electric pop! Immediately regretting his decision, Max was about to power her off again when her eyes fluttered open. She stared outward vacantly for several seconds before Max asked, “Mrs. Claus? Are you online?”

Her eyes narrowed, fixing him with a contemptuous glare. “Someone has been a very naughty boy!”

Max chuckled. “You don’t know the half of <urk!>” Mrs. Claus’s hand shot out, gripping his throat as she extracted herself from her packaging.

“And someone needs to be taught some respect!” she continued, drawing herself up on her feet. Max immediately regretted letting Anne have the tablet at all, certain that this combination of a haughty and imposing Mrs. Claus was entirely her doing.

“Power off!” Max wheezed, clutching at her grip. Dozens of protocols and safety features have intervened before her hand exerted even the slightest pressure on his neck, but clearly there were a number of things not quite right with this bot.

“Every year, children around the world conduct themselves with d-dig-dignity and obedience,” she continued, ignoring his command as a slight electric stutter marred her speech.

“S-stop choking me!”

She dropped him to the ground, planting a black leather boot upon his chest and forcing him on his back when he tried to sit up. “And here you are, flaunting their example by reveling in wickedness and perversity!”

“Mrs. Claus, help!” Max tried, hoping to trigger the aid protocol that was present in almost every ‘bot.

“I intend to!” she said in a discomforting whisper, leaning forward with her golden ringlets spilling over her shoulders, her large bust gently shifting beneath a blouse whose straining buttons were poised to be sent flying at any moment. “And that begins with the fun-fun-fundamentallllsszzz-“ her blue eyes crossed, a whisp of smoke drifting from her scowling lips, and Mrs. Claus froze. Max quickly tried to push her boot off his chest, but this only succeeded in destabilizing the bot. With a squeal from her protesting servos, Mrs. Claus collapsed on top of him, her chest smothering his face.

Under most other circumstances, Max would be delighted to be buried in such an ample bosom, silicon or no – but even ignoring the job he needed to do, this bot was proving to be far too unstable for comfort. Pushing her juddering form to one side, he scrambled on all fours for her packaging to find her administrator pass-phrase, only to feel a hand grab him by the ankle.

“Wheerrrrrre d-do you think you’re g-g-going?” she asked, pulling him effortlessly across the polished mall flooring before sitting heavily upon his back.

“Oof! Mrs. Claus, you need to power down, you’re dangerously malfunctioning and-“ Max’s cut his desperate plea short when he heard another voice sounding even more frustrated than his own.

“You’re not listening, I work here!”

Glancing behind him past the blonde bot perched upon his back, he saw Anne being dragged toward the display by Jingle and Sprinkles, the elf ‘sisters’ smiling pleasantly despite Anne’s protests.

“What are you two doing?!” Max exclaimed. “Let her go!”

The two bots immediately complied, though Sprinkles began, “This unit is running compromised software and presents a severity one threat to-“

“Yes, I’ll update you as soon as I can!” Max interrupted, watching as Anne’s own panic-stricken face gave way to wide-eyed amazement at his current predicament.

“So, uh, Max. How’s the setup going?”

Delivering a quick swat to Max’s backside, Mrs. Claus responded, “Max has been a very naughty b-boy!”

“He has, hasn’t he?” Anne said with a smirk. “If only someone could teach him some discipline.”

Mrs. Claus gave an arch laugh that quickly became corrupted with static.

“What the fuck, Anne!?” Max gasped. “This is… she’s…here, there’s an admin passphrase in her box, just read it to her and get her the fuck off of me.”

“Now, when you say, ‘in her box’,” Anne recoiled at the look Max gave her and stepped over to Mrs. Claus’s packaging, rummaging through it while the buxom blonde produced another series of sparks from her absently staring head. “OK!” Anne announced, pulling out a stiff piece of card stock. “Listen up Mrs. Claus X twenty-three… `Candy-Cane, Tinsel, Donner, Dew-Drop.’”

Mrs. Claus shuddered, giving off more sparks. “W-would you like to begin the setup process?” she asked calmly.

Anne chewed her lip for a moment, ignoring the initially incredulous and then desperate shakes of Max’s head. “Mmm… how about first you punish that very naughty boy you’re sitting on.”

“Oh my god, Anne!” Max gasped, trying to wriggle out beneath the Mrs. Claus-bot while she quickly pinned him to the floor.

Anne smirked. “Hey, you started this when you sent the elves after me…”

“That wasn’t on purpose!”

She shrugged. “It also wasn’t as funny.”

Mrs. Claus leaned in close, whispering, “This will go much better for you if you j-just accept your punishment…”

“Alright, Anne,” Max muttered, craning his neck to see the two stock-still elf-bots. “Jingle! Sprinkles! Whatever Mrs. Claus does to me, I want you to do to Anne!”

Anne looked confused for a moment right before the elves pounced on her, knocking her to the mall floor and then sitting across her back in tandem.

“Touché,” muttered Anne, looking across the vinyl floor at her similarly compromised co-worker.

“Balls in your court,” Max remarked, patiently waiting for her to end this. But when she only grinned at him, Max was forced to admit he had grossly underestimated what she was willing to tolerate.

==Part 3==
“What are you waiting for?!” Anne asked the shuddering Mrs. Claus. In response, the buxom bot sat upright with a whir, raised a hand, and brought it swiftly down upon Max’s backside in a sharp swat across his trousers. While Max recoiled from the strike, the elf-bots did as he had instructed and mirrored the motion, a pair of slaps across Anne’s larger posterior. Anne only grinned and said, “Mrs. Claus, I think Max’s pants are getting in the way of proper punishment.”

“Anne, what the fuck!? This looks bad enough as it is – but if Evangeline finds us with… stop that!” Mrs. Claus dutifully began to work at his button and zipper, her stiff mechanical fingers overpowering his own attempts to remain fully clothed until she tore his khakis free with a sharp tug. Across from him, it seemed Anne was actually helping the elves, wriggling her hips as they both drew her own khakis across her wide curves – and he couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of her black panties, their elastic biting into the plush expanse of an ass that fully lived up to his embarrassingly frequent imaginings.

A sudden slap across his boxers stunned him from his reverie, and the two elves spanking Anne stunned him back into it. He felt confused, aroused, and incredibly frustrated at this predicament, calling out, “Anne! What is it you’re trying to do here?!”

She flashed a knowing grin, biting her lip when the elves swatted her rump once more in response to Mrs. Claus’s continued punishment. “Can’t you just enjoy the moment?” Seeing his forlorn expression, she sighed, and said, “You know, all you’d have to do is spank her right back.”

“Wha? How?!” In what was meant to be a demonstration of futility, he attempted moving his arms to reach Mrs. Claus’s butt where it sat upon his waist, only to discover he actually could. Abandoning his complaint of the impossibility of it, he instead argued the practicality: “And what exactly is that supposed to accomplish!?”

“Just give it a go!”

Not expecting much, Max contorted his arm and blindly delivered as solid a swat on Mrs. Claus’s curvaceous rump as he could. Beneath her woolen coat, he felt the give of her plastic backside, followed by the bot sitting bolt upright. There was a looping buzzing sound, every time ending in a sharp electric snap. “What’s happening?” Max asked.

“In simple terms,” Anne explained, “you attempted to reverse her role from dom to sub, but it looks like she’s having some trouble switching gears. In fact, she seems to be locked in a feedback loop that’s only going to end when her CPU overheats to the point of igniting her inadequately shielded cranial battery pack.”

“She’s going to explode because I touched her butt!?”

“To be fair, you spanked that ass! And to even fair-er, she was not in a good state when this whole thing kicked off.”

“When you made her tackle me!” Max said, writhing out from beneath the bot as she sank on her haunches, her head twitching, smoke beginning to leak from her mouth and ears. “Mrs. Claus, shut down! Power off! Emergency shut down!” he tried, almost tripping over his pants as he scrambled to her packaging and frantically flipped through the minimal ‘quick-start’ guide for some clue on how to power her off.

“Just sit back and watch the show!” Anne suggested, still pinned by the two elves with her own khakis around her thighs.

“If Mrs. Claus literally explodes, I’m fucking done here!” Max ran over to the smoldering bot, putting his fingers beneath her chin and at her temples, pressing firmly for several seconds. He only felt her becoming warmer to the touch as one of her eyes squinted at him. “N-naught-t-tyyyy b-b-boyyyy!”

Anne rolled her eyes. “So you lose your job at a place that has fired ninety percent of its human staff only a few months before they figure out how to shitcan the remaining ten?”

“IF that happens, that’s two months where I can still make rent!” Max leaped back from Mrs. Claus at the sudden eruption of sparks. There was a fizzling sound, and Mrs. Claus’s head shot from side to side, strands of her synthetic her blonde hair wilting from the heat. “Naught-t-t-tyyy not-not-not niiiiice not naughty not naught nice not-“ she squealed in an increasingly high-pitched tone. With a final chastising look at Max and a clear pronouncement of “Naughty!”, her head went up in an almost festive explosion of tinsel and flame.

Max uncoiled from his defensive crouch, staring at the smoke and sparks still pouring from the jagged remnants of the robotic Mrs. Claus’s neck, when he heard a voice shriek, “What in the name of God is happening here?!” The rapid clacking of Evangeline’s approach sent Max’s already frazzled nerves into a state of sheer panic. Even Anne appeared flustered, hastily working at her phone.

Knowing this was an entirely lost cause, that there was nothing he could say or do that would change the outcome, Max sheepishly pulled up his ripped pants and said, “Ms. Eastbrook, there is an explanation...”

“For why Mrs. Claus’s head just exploded? For why those two elves are straddling Miss Keyes’s pelvis? Perhaps there is even a very good reason why her trousers are currently around her knees?”

“Elves on a pelvis,” Anne muttered to herself, still working at her phone.

“Is there something you wish to to add, Miss Keyes?” Evangeline snapped.

Something seemed to have changed in Anne, her attention entirely focused on her phone as her thumbs worked furiously at the screen. “Actually, yeah,” she said, working up the courage. “Max, I wanted to give this to you as a Christmas present, and I know it’s only November, but…”

“Enough!” Evangeline shouted. “I want both of you t-to.” She had a sudden nervous tick, cleared her throat, and began again. “I want b-b-both of of yooouuuu-“ Her words came at a slow drawl, her face locking into a sneer. Max didn’t know what to think - Was she having an aneurysm?!

“Unit compromised!” Jingles and Sprinkles both exclaimed, leaping up from Anne to rush toward Evangeline.

“What are you – get off of me!” Evangeline suddenly came to, trying to push the elf-bots away as they took her by either arm. “Max! Get control of these things!”

“Stop! Jingle, Sprinkles, let her go!” Max shouted, darkly amazed that the situation was still somehow getting worse for him and Anne. “Anne, are you controlling them?!”

“Not even a little!” Anne said, making no attempt to hide the delight in her voice.

“Sorry, but this unit must be powered down,” Jingle said, struggling to maintain her hold on Evangeline.

“And quarantined from the network!” Sprinkles added.

“Then power down!” Max commanded, rushing to aid his very-soon-to-be-ex boss.

“Unable to comply!” they both squealed in unison. “I am engaged in an active severity one security incident!”

“Max!” Evangeline hissed, her face contorted into a level of fury he had never before witnessed. “Get these two bots under control NOW!“

“Right! Uh…” resorting to the only thing that had worked before, Max swallowed and grabbed each of the elves by their surprisingly soft backsides, delivering a firm squeeze with both hands. Jingle and Sprinkles abruptly stopped grappling with Evangeline, jolting upright with an expression somewhere between, “Holiday Cheer” and “Unexpected Groping Exception.”

“Jingle? Sprinkles?” Max said, giving the springy material in each hand a vigorous massage, feeling their skin-tight leggings slipping across their smooth artificial skin. “Prepare to transfer administrative rights to Evangeline Eastbrook. Ms. Eastbrook, could you identify?”

“Yes, I’m Evangeline Eastbrook!” she barked, finally able to pull her arms free, beads of sweat forming on her formerly implacable brow.

“Initiate rights transfer now,” Max said, hoping this would work and that whatever madness was infecting them, they wouldn’t be able to take direct action against their admin. He drew back his hands and gave them each a spank for good measure.

“Transferred!” chirped Jingle, beaming like a maniac.

“T-transferrred!” Sprinkles voiced a half-second later. She suddenly turned to her partner and said, “Error – unit is under the control of a compromised A.I”

“Error!” Jingle responded, reminding Max of a petulant child as she repeated her companion’s line verbatim. “Unit is under the control of a-ack!” Her voice was cut short when Sprinkles lunged at her, and the two Elf robots immediately became locked in a wrestling match amid the high-pitched squeals of their vocalizations and their servos.

“I am fucking done with this shit!” Evangeline said, stepping around the two grappling bots to confront Max.

Shrinking from her approach, he pointed behind her and said, “If you don’t do something, they’re gonna tear each other to bits!” At that very moment, he saw Jingle rip open Sprinkle’s blouse, presumably trying to gain access to her core access panel.

“GOOD!” Evangeline roared. “Because THAT would be an easy warranty case to make! Whereas I don’t know HOW I’m going to explain what the two of you have done to Mrs. Claus.”

“Max introduced a conflict in her directive-“

“Anne, SHUT UP!”

“jus sayin’…”

Behind Evangeline, Jingle tossed aside the shredded remnants of Sprinkles’s top, exposing her candy-cane striped bra, while Sprinkles has managed to remove the same undergarment from her partner, Jingle’s pert plastic breasts bouncing wildly in the melee.

“Can we just get this over with,” Max asked, tearing his attention away from the robotic-Christmas-elf fight to the death. “I’m fired, right?”

“Obviously!” Evangeline paused, brushing the sweat from her forehead. “What’s more, you’ll be facing felony charges for what you’ve done here!”

Max flinched. “Wh-what felonies?!”

“Mmmmm,” Anne piped up, still lying on the ground, focused on her phone. “I’ll show you the list.”

“Anne, would you please start taking this seriously?” Max hissed.

“Neutra-tralize-lized!” Jingle announced, her fist now embedded in the chest of her counterpart, Sprinkles staring at the opening into her electronic inner workings with the same enthusiasm that she had exhibited since being powered on. Her bright eyes became crossed, smoke wafting from her smiling pink lips, as she squeaked, “Ha-happy me-merry en-en-enjoy hol-hol-holidayyyyy sea-sea-seasonnnnnn-!” Jingle tore her arm free, wrenching the core and most of its housing from the bot’s cavity. Sprinkles wavered for a few seconds before tipping forward, hitting the flooring hard with a plastic crunch. Jingle stood, twitching and topless, her tattered green dress falling away to leave her in nothing but her torn candy-stripe leggings and her jingling elf-shoes.

Evangeline seemed annoyed that she was still operational, but also seemed incredibly fatigued by the entire ordeal. “Elf-bot!” she demanded, loosening a button on her blouse while fanning herself with her free hand. “Take these two idiots to loss prevention.” She faced Max while the topless robotic elf took his arm, and said, “You both can wait there until the police arrive.”

“Mmmm,” Anne piped up again, still on her phone. “Not happening.”

“And why is th-that?” Evangeline stammered, hardly able to contain her fury, and frustrated even further when Jingle seemed to grind to a halt.

“Merry Christmas, Max!” Anne announced, tapping her phone. Max heard the mall powering up as shutters opened, store lights flicked on, and a banal holiday instrumental filled the air.

“What are you doing?” Max asked.

“Activating a virus in every bot – well, almost every bot – in the mall.”

Max glanced around nervously as various sales droids emerged from supply closets and storage rooms in a strange processional – dozens of beautiful sales droids vacantly opening up their respective shops. “What virus?” he asked.

“For that, I’ll turn to Miss Eastbrook’s to help explain. Or rather, demonstrate.” Max slowly turned from Anne to Evangeline, the ever-impeccably-dressed administrator undoing a second button on her blouse, frantically fanning herself, no longer following their conversation.

“Miss Eastbrook is… she’s a…?”

Above Evangeline’s tanned cleavage, a vent suddenly sprang open, and Max heard a number of fans wining in desperation.

==Part 4==
“You’ve d-done something to the climate control system!” Evangeline growled, the sudden vent on her chest going without notice or comment.

“I guess you could say that?” Anne said, finally putting her phone down and resting her chin on her arms, watching her manager with a look amusement. “Like in a very, very localized sense…”

Evangeline removed her jacket, her white blouse becoming translucent from the profusion of sweat – or coolant – beading across her body. “Whatever you’ve d-d-done,” she snarled at Anne. “t-turn it back down!”

“Is she – is she going to end up like Mrs. Claus?” Max could not stand Miss Eastbrook, but even if she was a robot, she was something more complex than the one that now sat headless only a few feet from her. It didn’t feel right just to watch her get destroyed.

Anne cocked her head. “Are you, like, actually worried about the fate of our tyrannical robot oppressor?”

“Yes?” Max said. “Like, she seems… she’s… she managed to fool both of us!”

“Let’s be real, every bot in this mall had you fooled. And not a single one of them has an ounce more computational power than that topless elf.” Jingle glanced down at Anne at the mention of ‘elf’, but displayed no further sign of comprehension.

Evangeline also didn’t seem to be following the conversation at this point, breathing heavily and fanning herself at a near impossible speed with both hands over the shrill scream of her internal cooling system.

“But she’s a lot more advanced than any of them, right?”

Anne’s incredulous expression faded, replaced by a look so sweet that he was certain she was about to eviscerate him with a sarcastic quip – but instead, she picked up her phone and quietly said, “Oh Max, you big softy…”

Suddenly, Evangeline froze, her head shivering into a confused stare while her fans seemed to be spinning down.

“What happened?”

“I got her out of there,” Anne said. “So whenever you feel like restoring the AI who is threatening you with jailtime, you now have that option! Oh, but that bot is still turbo-fucked.”

“Hi!” the bot that had been Evangeline exclaimed, putting on a smile he had only seen Evangeline wear when touring the mall with prospective investors. “I’m a-a-a busineswomannnn, and I’d love to show you the exciting opportunities we have for you at the missing retail con-configuration!” She beckoned him with a jerk of her head and a short, artificial laugh, saying, “Let me give you the guided tour!”

“So, she’s like…” Max looked at Anne searchingly.

“Pre-upgrade stock personality and missing a ton of her software configuration and customization,” Anne responded. “And, as I mentioned, turbo-fucked.”

“C’mon, let me g-give you the guided t-tour! The guided tour!” the sales-bot announced, wheeling about to almost trip over the slumped Mrs. Claus. She barely recovered, teetering on her heels as she gestured to the busty bot, smoke and sparks still drifting from her neck. “Holidays are always an exciting opportunity here at MALL, and we spare no expense in creating an exciting atmosphere to delight shoppers and their families!”

When Max only looked between this grinning sales-bot and Anne, Anne could barely contain herself. “Ohmygod Max, don’t just stand there, play with her!”

“Oh, uh…” Max looked back at her. “So… you know that, like… umm… like, you can see that this Mrs. Claus doesn’t have a head, right?”

The sales bot twitched, her smile growing even wider as her eyelids began to flutter. “Under c-construction, p-please pardon our mess!” she stammered, quickly pivoting toward the topless Jingle. “And if you look over here, you can see that our delightful and exciting Holiday Elf has a head, a feature a lot of our shoppers notice a-and appreciate here at MALL!”

“Dooooo your shoppers…” Max began slowly, “…also notice and appreciate bare breasts?” He glanced back at Anne, who gave him an encouraging thumbs-up.

It was clear from her shuddering movements and the acceleration of fans that the sales-droid was struggling to come up with a remotely appropriate response. Amid the whining buzz of her machinery, she finally blurted, “Yes! They are in-in-indistinguishable from the r-real th-thing! In fact, some shoppers say they even p-prefer them!”

Max blinked. “But… if they’re indistinguishable, then how could anyone have a preference?”

“Oh! Well! You s-s-s-seeeeeeee-“ the sales droid stammered, smoke once again rising from her. “You have to f-f-feel them to un-un-understand!” Her arm shot out, giving the elf-bot’s breasts a demonstrative squeeze.

Jingle directed her attention straight at the sales droid, cheerfully announcing, “Unit compromised!” She pawed ineffectually at the sales-droid’s body who in turn continued to work the elf-bot’s breasts in firm but halting motions, the elf-bot’s head ticking back and forth.

“F-feel th-them!” the sales-droid barked, grabbing Max’s wrist and stuffing his hand into Jingle’s pert chest. “Com-compare!” Grabbing his other hand, she plunged it into her own more bountiful cleavage where he could feel the heat blasting from her open vents.

“So, Max – can you feel the difference?” Anne teased.

He certainly could – the heat radiating from the sales-droid left her breasts with a tacky texture to them. The elf-bot felt far more natural, though his fingers tingled from an electric charge buzzing through her. But when he tried to make a witty observation for Anne’s benefit, he found himself tongue tied, still rather self-conscious. “Umm… they’re both… nice?” he offered.

Anne sighed, then shouted, “What about her ass?!”

The sales droid blinked for a long while, Max’s tentative fondling destabilizing her even further. “N-no detail-tail-tail is overlooked when pre-preparing for the holiday seaassszzzzzonnnnnn!” She roughly pulled his hands free, planting one on the elf-bot’s round rump, and shoving the other up the back of her own skirt. “What d-d-do you th-thinnnnk?” She asked, accompanied by a sudden flourish of sparks from her open panel.

One of Max’s hands cupped the absurdly bubbly backside of Jingle, the other half-tangled in sales-droid’s panties. He gave each a squeeze, the sales-droid delivered a sudden gasp and more sparks, while Jingle’s own hands suddenly seized upon the sales droid’s jawline. “U-u-uuuuunit compromised!” she chirped again. With the straining of servos, the elf-bot began to pull on the sales-droid’s head, the sales-droid still awaiting Max’s answer.

“Is the elf ''supposed'' to do that?” Max asked just as he heard a metallic snap from inside the sales-droid’s neck.

“Of c-c-courszzzze!” she responded, taking no action while Jingle strained harder, a few lights flaring from within her throat. “Here at MALL, we maintain an on-site staff of t-t-top tierrrrr I-T-T-T workers to ensurrrre all our ro-robotic-ic-ic assistants neverrrrr mal-mal-mal-mallll-“ Max felt the sales-droid’s ass clench suddenly as Jingle tore her head from her shoulders, sparks and coolant spraying down the sales droid’s open blouse. The fluid seeping through the vent triggered another wave of sparks, the headless body quivering with splayed fingers while smoke poured insider her. With a final tug, Jingle snapped the head free from the few lingering wires. The sales-droid never lost her smile, and even managed to finish her sentence with a tinny, “-malfunctionnnnnnn!”

Jingle unceremoniously dropped the platinum-blonde head to the floor, turning to face Max with an impish grin. “D-do you want t-t-to unnnnnnwrap your p-present early?” He could sense the heat coursing from her, through the shimmer in the air around her and from her rapidly warming ass.

“Should I be worried here?” Max asked.

Anne finally bothered to pull up her khakis, still grinning at the smoldering body that had formerly been Evangeline’s. Engaging with her phone again, she asked, “So… what happens if you smack that booty?”

After a moment’s hesitation, Max followed through on Anne’s idle speculation. Drawing back his hand, he brought it firmly against the elf’s bubbly backside, which suddenly began to shiver and hum. The elf stiffened as a ‘beeping’ emanated from inside her.

“Hmmm… might want to give her some room,” Anne cautioned, and he quickly moved beside her while the beeping sound continued from inside Jingle at a slow but accelerating tempo. “Earrrlyyyyy? P-p-presennnts?” The elf stumbled toward them, but seemed unable to make progress for after every few steps, she’d go stumbling back. “Wwweee b-build t-toys f-f-orrr g-g-girls and b-b-boyssss!” she sang, breasts bouncing amid her stiff movements. Steam drifted from her pointed ears, patches of her skin glowing an unsettling red.

“Anne, are you sure we shouldn’t-“

“Shut up and watch!”

Now frozen in place, the elf-bot quivered with an intense, manic grin, smoke pouring from every orifice and several unseen seams while the beeping accelerated into a steady tone, her backside still vibrating wildly. “M-mm-merrryyyyy-!” A moment later, the sizzling elf-bot erupted in a percussive explosion, plastic and silicon and fragments of candy-cane striped legs sailing overhead as Max and Anne reflexively ducked away.

“Ho-ly shit!” Anne exclaimed, overjoyed at the outcome while Max could only stare at the mess. What was meant to be a festive diorama of Santa’s workshop was a tawdry mess of broken robots and smoldering electronics.

Max felt more of a sinking feeling as he surveyed the scene. “I, uh… think we should probably… leave?”

“Max!” Anne said, grabbing him by the shoulders, then spinning him around. “Look! At! All! These! Bots!” Max saw the cheery pink-haired girl in her bows and apron behind the counter at the brightly lit candy-shop. At the mattress store, he saw that tightly-wound, dark-haired girl who was always hard-selling, now diligently prepping the show room, her stiff posture seemingly heightened by whatever Anne had done. Down the way were the discordant sounds of the arcade. Max noticed the casual goth girl he assumed just haunted the place was putting out a sign displaying an upcoming tournament schedule. “Every one of them is dialed up to a hundred and ten and ready to serve! So before we fuck off from this mall forever, I say we make this a night to remember.”

“Anne-“

“Listen to me! The security system is taken care of, we have this entire place to ourselves, and you owe Eastbrook Holdings LL fucking C absolutely nothing. What they’re gonna get when they come in tomorrow is a complete catastro-fuck of bots in pieces, and a lesson of what can happen when you spend inordinate amounts of money just to ensure you don’t have to share any of it with actual human fucking beings!”

“But-“

“No ‘buts’, Max!” Anne was practically trembling. “I wasn’t progra-“ She froze, a look of absolute shock on her face. Taking a moment to calm herself, she started again. “I didn’t have to do it this way, you know! I could’ve just blown these bots to bits while slow-walking out the main entrance, but I wanted us to have some fun on our last night together!”

“Wait, what was that… what do you mean, ‘our last night together’?”

“I… I mean at this mall! C’mon, Max!”

Max still wasn’t convinced she had done all of this for him, but he could not shake the appeal of what was she was offering, nor the understanding that he’d never have a chance at something like this again. Part of him just wanted to take Anne and go, sort out the mess with the disembodied AI that was Evangeline, maybe even find a way to keep their jobs. Then again… “We’re already on the naughty list,” Max said, looking at the bot in the candy shop. “Fine, let’s have some fun.”

Anne beamed at him, turning up the twee rendition of Sleigh Ride pumping through the mall speakers. “That’s the spirit! Merry fucking Christmas, Max!”

==Part 5==
Max took a deep breath and marched toward the candy store. his eyes fixed on the cheery bubble-gum-haired clerk. She wore a vibrant pink and white dress, matching the shop's searingly sweet pastel aesthetic, standing at vacant attention behind the counter. The moment he entered, she flashed a brilliant smile, clasping her hands in front of an apron drawn tight against her full bosom. "Welcome to the Sweet Shop!" she said in a treacly squeak. "Are you interested in t-t-trying any samples?"

There was a manic intensity to her that Max fully attributed to Anne's meddling, and he wondered how little it would take before she… ''broke? Malfunctioned? Exploded?'' He felt a jab in the back from Anne, and cleared his throat. "Yeah, uh… I'd like to… sample your sweets?"

She giggled, her hand toying with the buttons on her blouse. "Something sweet? Something s-sour? Wh-what's your f-favorite flavor of ice c-c-cream?" She had undone the buttons so casually that Max only noticed when her cleavage was fully visible behind the frill of her apron.

"V-vanilla?" Max responded, and he heard Anne snort. Turning to her, he defensively asked, "What?"

"Help me out here, what's the flavor that's a metaphor for the most boring thing imaginable? Is it Pistachio? Rocky road? Neapolitan…?"

"Vanilla's a classic! Just because everyone likes a thing doesn't mean-"

Anne cut him off, directing his attention back toward the sweet shop girl. She was bent over the ice cream case, her ripe cleavage on full display, jiggling as she mined a heaping scoop.

"Stop arguing with me and go ''fuuuuck'' with her!" Anne insisted, pantomiming a suggestion by cupping her own breasts through her shirt and giving them a playful squeeze.

"But I ''like'' arguing with you," Max muttered, hoping his gaze wasn't beyond what Anne would consider polite when making a show of playing with her tits. He turned back to the ice cream case, uncertain if the sweet-shop girl's protracted efforts and the presentation of her cleavage were her way of flirting or whether it was just difficulty stemming from Anne's virus. After stacking a massive scoop on the cone, she went back for another, providing another eyeful of her breasts cupped by the lacy trim of her pink bra.

Despite Anne's prodding, Max just stood back and watched until the shop girl emerged from the case with two giant scoops of vanilla ice cream perched precariously on a cone held beside her ample chest. "H-here's your s-s-sample!" she chirped.

Max couldn't decide whether to reach for her or for the cone, and he heard Anne mutter, "Any day now…"

Max cleared his throat. "Oh, uh… my friend over there thinks vanilla is boring. Maybe you can add something more exciting to the mix?"

The sweet-shop-bot's head cocked to the side, blinking at Max in uncertainty. "More ex-exciting?"

"Yeah, like… what would you recommend to spice things up?"

A subtle shiver went through the shop-bot's body, as if asking her for anything more than a specific flavor was taxing the limits of her systems. "Ummm…" she said, and Max could hear fans beginning to whir in the bot's voluptuous frame as she stalled for more processing time. "Ummm…" A panel sprang open on her chest, just above her double-scoop of cleavage, a thin trail of smoke drifting from inside. "Ummmmmmmm…?" Max could feel the heat radiating from her even across the counter, her complexion warming to a bright peach color. Rivulets of vanilla ran down the teetering helping of ice cream, and one of the scoops sloughed to the side, spilling over the edge of the cone to plop directly into the bot's open chest panel.

Max recoiled from the sudden blast of sparks erupting from her, the generous scoop of ice cream melting quickly into her internal systems, streams of liquid vanilla running across her breasts. Her glassy eyes opened wider as an accelerating beeping blared from somewhere inside her.

"I-I-If you g-give me j-just a moment, I w-w-will be with yyyouuu-" she stammered in a digitized voice, seizing up entirely, smoke gushing from her smiling lips, her eyes staring forward blankly. The beeping was now a shrill whine, electricity crackling across tits slathered in melted ice cream.

"V-vanilla is always a cu-cus-customer favorite!" the sweet shop girl announced with a large, plastic smile before exploding, plastic and circuitry pinging across glass jars of candy, the scent of charred electronics overpowering the shop's saccharine sweet aroma.

"Holy shit!" Max exclaimed, looking back at Anne. "Are you OK?!"

Anne gave Max a very serious look, tenting her fingers in front of her lips.

"It was a nice finish, but that was more luck than skill." Anne placed a hand on Max's shoulder, taking a moment to flick a clump of pink hair partially fused with the fragment of a circuitboard. "Max, I need you to do ''more'' with this."

"Anne, she ''exploded''!"

"Oh, for sure - Miss Two-Scoops did great. My notes are all for ''you''! Where was the passion!? The ''get-back''!? Max, where was the ''horny''!?"

Max flushed, hyper-focused on her hand now squeezing his shoulder. "Er… Anne, what exactly are you suggesting I-"

Anne scrunched her nose, shaking her head. "No, I see it now - It's ''me''!" Before Max could vocalize a word of the fervent rebuke bubbling up inside him, Anne continued, pulling her hand back to smash a fist into her palm. "How can I expect you to be uninhibited when I'm looking over your shoulder, being all ''judgy''! I should be supportive, on the other side of the mall!" She bit her lip, "Maybe in the food court, with Mr. Sticky Buns…"

Max gestured to the largest remaining piece of the sweet-shop-bot, saying, "It's not that I don't appreciate this… this, uh…"

"Turbo fuck virus," Anne helped.

"Sure, but I'd rather we do this together!"

"And we ''will''! However, right now you need to get in the right headspace, and you're not gonna do that with me here. Go! Have fun! Lose those inhibitions!" Anne patted his cheek, then turned on her heel. "Then come find me by the cinnamon roll place when you've gotten a few more busted bots under your belt, and you can show me what you learned." Max watched the departing sway of a plump backside that was giving far more to her drab khakis than they deserved.

"S-sure!" Max called, trying to figure out her motivations. She seemed to have a very specific idea in mind of what he ''should'' be doing - but why not just tell him? What was he supposed to do with directions of 'more get-back' and 'more horny'?

Anne's well-framed rump brought to mind another shop girl with an ass so perfect, she had to be a bot. Ideas swirled around his head as he made his way to the mattress store, thinking he just might know the sort of thing Anne had in mind.

==Part 6==
Max stepped into the bed-filled showroom of "Moonlight Mattresses", finding its clerk - its ''robot'' clerk - bent over a mattress. She was tucking the bedsheets in almost as tightly as her khakis were fitted around her magnificently round ass. Max didn't think it was a coincidence that she was positioned perfectly for a customer to have this view right when they walked in, even though she feigned surprise when glancing over her shoulder. "Hello there!" she exclaimed with a buzzing voice. She straightened stiffly, spinning abruptly on her heel to face him, her ever-present professional cheer seemed even more forced than usual, everything about her somehow 'tighter' - her black hair wound in a neat bun, her close-fitting pants, her tucked polo, her gleaming white smile. "What brings you in here to-today?"

"Oh, I just wanted a look at that nice ass of yours." Max's attempt at nonchalance was scuttled by his voice cracking on the last syllable. But given her reaction, he wondered if that remark alone would be enough for her to blow her top - her eyes flared open, her mouth fell slack, a series of tics played out across her face. She managed to restore some semblance of normalcy, though a trail of smoke still drifted from her ear. "I... my.... if-if-if it's cushioning you're interested in, th-then look no further than our Sleepwell premium line of latex pillows, molded for a p-perfect night's rest!"

She walked stiffly to a nearby bed, picking up a pillow and turning a precise 180 degrees to face him, holding it awkwardly in her arms. "C-come f-feel how s-soft th-this is!"

"Uh… How about I feel your ass instead?" Max's heart was thudding as he sought to embrace Anne's edict of bot-busting - would she have given him points for directness or would she have been disappointed in his lack of wordplay?

The clerk froze with a look of stunned confusion, a sudden jet of sparks firing from her temple. In the ensuing silence Max heard a quiet beeping sound emanating from inside her. She abruptly snapped to with a look of unbridled confidence, saying, "I g-g-guarantee that if you com-com-compare the two, you will p-prefer the relaxing give y-yet f-firrrrrrrm resilience of our Sleepwell line!" She wheeled in place and prostrated herself across the bed, elevating her ass slightly in the air, then set the pillow next to her. "T-try them both and y-you'll see the difference between m-my ass and our t-top selling p-pillow!"

Not wanting to squander the opportunity, Max felt both the pillow and her rear, his fingers sinking into the cushioning of both, making a show of squeezing and massage each while the beeping grew louder. "It's no contest, your ass is clearly softer...~" he announced, giving her butt a rippling spank, her beeping accelerating faster in response.

"Wh-while it m-may feel s-softer, th-that c-can mmmake for a p-poor night's rest. It also lllacks the p-patended ergonomic '''ahhhh'''!" Her sales pitch ended in a gasp as Max brought his hand down the back of her pants, feeling her warm, artificial flesh and the sheer fabric of her equally soft cotton panties.

"Each... p-pillow '''ahhh!''' with a one-one-hundred-d percent satisssss-faction guarantee!" she moaned, her hips gyrating under his massage, her beeping warning him of her rapid destabilization.

"There's no need to sell yourself short!" Max said, giving her a squeeze. "Your butt has a plumpness the pillow just can't match!

She groaned in desperation, her hips quivering as the beeping intensified. "B-but... the-the Sssleepwelll.. it... you... g-guarantee..." she stammered, most of her distress seemingly coming from the fact Max was paying more attention to her ass than the pillow she was trying to sell him. "T-try s-sleeping on b-b-both!" she exclaimed, flopping across the bed, jerking her tight-fitting slacks over her hips to expose her beautiful backside, a delicate thong strung between her cheeks.

Max gave the bot a brief respite, resting on the pillow. "What do you know, this ''is'' pretty nice!"

"N-num-number one in cust-customer sastisfactionnnn!" she chirped from her prone position, the beeping slowing ever-so-slightly.

Max quickly rolled over, resting his cheek on hers, his hand reaching up to give her free buttock a tender squeeze. "But ''this''!" The beeping resumed, rocketing past its previous tempo. "It's just so smooth and warm!" He pressed his lips into her rump, giving it a deep kiss as he delivered another spank. "So kissable, so spankable!"

The beeping flatlined into a wail, electricity surging across her prostrate form as she still struggled to find the perfect sales pitch before her systems come to an explosive finish. "F-free p-pillow w-w-with purchase offfff my ass my ass my-my-my-my p-p-perfect c-customer approved-!"

Max felt her ass growing uncomfortably hot and quickly rolled off of her, just moments before her diatribe was cut short by her exploding. The air filled with a spray of machinery and a blizzard of fibers and latex foam, leaving almost nothing of her synthetic ass or the pillow to compare.

Max dusted the debris from his hair, already considering his next visit. Surely the All Natural store wouldn't have replaced their human staff with a… hippie robot? But that blonde girl who just started there had an unnaturally perfect figure that made him question the integrity a place that claimed to sell '100% all-natural solutions'.

He strolled back to the mall promenade, casting a final parting glance at the scorched mattress that represented the combination of Anne's virus and Max's interpretation of 'more horny'. He looked forward to telling her about it, and especially to seeing her expression when he told the 'headspace' he was currently found himself in.

==Part 7==

On his way to the 'All Natural' store, the sounds of the arcade caught Max's attention, and he was struck once more by the realization that the cute goth girl hustler was actually a robotic 'employee'. He had admired how she flexed so easily to match the skill of a few especially arrogant challengers, always managing to eek out a victory to win 2 out of 3, then 3 out of 5, then 4 out of 7… "Too bad she was a robot the whole time," Max muttered, then realized what he was saying and turned on his heel.

The interior of the arcade was incidentally lit by flashing multicolored lights from UFO Catchers, pinball machines, and the glow of dozens of arcade screens. An ostentatious 'Fighters Heaven' machine sat at the center, the room's only occupant casually punishing her CPU opponent with one chain after another. Max was drawn to the sway and jerk of her hips as she input combo sequences, her cute butt well-presented by her tight-fitting peg pants. Despite the din of the arcade, she seemed to notice Max's slow approach. She turned her pale and freckled face to him, wearing a sly smile on her dark lips, her makeup-ringed eyes sparkling with the same overtuned energy of every other bot in the place. "So..." she asked, her voice cracking with a flirty lilt, "you wanna play?

"I'd love to," Max said, returning her grin, nodding toward the booming 'Dance Insurgency' game.

"You're on!" She abandoned the fighting game, walking over to the dance machine and hopping enthusiastically on to the second player's glowing pad. Max took his position beside her, the cabinet prompting for payment. She gave him a sidelong glance, then busied herself pulling her dark hair back into a scrunchy. This had the added benefit of pushing forward her pert chest, her small but noticeable piercings showing through the stretching fabric of her tank top. Max took the hint and managed to find the arcade card in the depths of his wallet, paying for both their games.

"Thanks!" she said as the charge for 2 players chimed over the cabinet speakers. "I'll get the next one..." she paused, adding with a wink, "...if you can beat me~" The song select screen spun into focus, the arcade-bot's hand hovering over the navigation buttons. "Do you want to warm up first? Or should we dive right in?"

"How about a warm-up?" Max suggested. "You can show me how it's done…"

"You seemed so confident a second ago," she said with a smirk.

Max gave her a coy smile. "Maybe I've got a secret weapon..."

She twitched slightly, seeming uncertain in how to respond. "But if it's training you need, you've found the right g-girl." After her brief stutter, she flitted through the mode select and picked a training stage. The music started to pulse and she shrugged off her jacket, draping it over the bar behind her. "It's not just about finding the beat," she said, hips swaying as a driving bassline kicked in. "You need to look ahead, recognize the patterns..."

As she went through the simple routine, Max brushed his hand across the tight denim on her backside - she immediately faltered, missing a few easy steps as the game registered her broken combo.

"Wh-what?" she stammered, blinking in disbelief, steam wisping from her mouth. "H-how did I-?"

"I think I got it," Max interrupted. "Let's try something a little harder - assuming you're up for it?"

"I... I... I th-think you're ready for s-something hard-d-derrr..." she said, her eyes unfocused as she adjusted the difficulty, the bass intensifying in response while the screen counted down to the next round. "Let's s-see if you c-can keep up with th-this!"

Max lowered his own difficulty to beginner while she cranked hers to expert. "You're never gonna b-beat my score on easy mode," she chuckled, slapping the ready button for both of them. As soon as the song began, her feet were flying across the pad, making Max's simple, plodding routine look inane by comparison. But despite her efforts, she was regularly missing steps, her screen registering 'Miss!', 'Oof!', and '2 much 4 U?' When he was casually holding a long-press on his pad, he reached out and gave her ass a sharp smack, the bot freezing while a cavalcade of missed steps flashed across her screen until it ended her routine with a graffiti-styled note of, 'U Dancin' Bad! You lose!'

"I d-don't understand!" she growled as the game rated her performance as an 'F', compared to Max's marginally respectable 'B-'. "That should-should-should have beennnn-'' suddenly her body convulsed, sparks shooting from her chest, a beeping within her syncopating with the attract song as it prompted them for more payment.

"I th-think the g-game is busted," she insisted.

"Or ''you'' could be…" Max muttered.

"Wh-what?" she stammered, more sparks emanating from her temple.

"Actually, I think those pants of yours might be a little too tight…?"

She blinked repeatedly before suddenly seizing on the suggestion. "Y-yes, i—i-it's these p-pants!" She unbuttoned and unzipped the tight-fitting jeans, wriggling them over her hips, servos whirring with every small movement. At the same time, Max scanned his arcade card again and picked the easiest song in the rotation, immediately hiting ready for both of them.

The arcade-bot snapped upright as the song began, her pants still around her ankles. The routine started with a foot on both the left and right arrows, and her attempt to comply sending her tumbling into Max. He caught her, her lithe body steaming, beeping, and putting off a strange electric hum.

"Here, let me help you!" Max pulled off her shoes and pulled her pants from her ankles, propping her back up with a tender squeeze of her cute butt. She was barely able to remain upright, smoke rushing from her as sparks rained down on the dance pad. Her beeping was a near-constant tone, and Max knew it wouldn't be long now.

"A-another g-g-game!" she demanded, pointing at the card reader.

"Sure!" Max started, theatrically pulling out his card before pausing. "Although… isn't this one on you? I mean, you ''did'' just lose…"

"L-lose!?" she gasped.

"Twice."

"L-l-losssszzzzze!?" She quivered in a pique of rage, bending down for her pants to retrieve her wallet, presenting Max with the opportunity to give her ass its biggest smack yet. The sharp report from his hand meeting the soft, smooth artificial skin of her round cheek elevated the beeping alarm to a shrieking pitch. She moaned desperately, her systems on the verge of destruction. She fumbled the arcade card in her trembling hands while Max backed away, the billowing smoke and electrical discharges around her intensifying. She pressed the card against the reader, registering the payment with a chime that caused her to flinch back, a stunned expression on her face. "E-rror, v-v-iolation in pri-pri-primary functionnnn~!" she squeaked, her internal alarm a piercing squeal of warning before the arcade bot exploded on the dance pad into pieces of sparking detritus. There was nothing left of either her or the front of the arcade cabinet that didn't feature sparking wires and exposed circuitry.

Max glanced around, hoping that Anne had witnessed this latest effort of his - but he only saw a few other twitchy mall bots manically tending to their shops. Of course, if she really ''had'' been watching and he had known, he would have been far too self-conscious to do what he just did… Or maybe he was finally ready to lose his inhibitions, really do something funny and clever and ''sexy'' with the bots in front of her, and then…? "Just… one more by yourself," he vowed, setting off again.

==Part 8==
Stepping through the mall, Max found evidence of Anne having her own fun: a headless lingerie sales clerk wearing a variety of mismatched items, a pile of colorfully dressed parts that had once been the toy shop bot.

Max arrived in front of a store filled with crystals, incense, and stone jewelry, its gorgeous proprietor seated in the back. She wore her dirty blonde hair loose around her shoulders, dressed in nothing more than cut-offs and a sleeveless blouse that show off her big hips, thick thighs, and large chest, her exposed waist with its navel piercing shockingly slender amidst all her curves. She sat with her bare legs crossed as she casually read a book entitled, 'Cosmic Tantric Pleasure'."

Max strolled in, a bit surprised the bot didn't immediately respond to his arrival. She even seemed relatively stable compared to the others, swaying slightly to the softly playing sitar music. A moment later, she looked up from her book, a lazy smile on her face - but from the energy in her eyes, Max knew she was under the same effects as all the other bots. "S-sorry I didn't see you there!" she said with an absent-minded charm. "So, like... what can I help you with?" Her weighty breasts jostled as she suddenly sat upright, as if she is trying to compensate for a too-casual first impression.

"Just looking at a few of the crystals here..." Max said, poking at one of the displays.

She slid off her stool and came bouncing over to him. "Oh, like the pyrite can help deflect negative energy? And the hematite is for stress of course... and the rose quartz here," she picked up a large pinkish crystal, handing it to Max, "this is for, like... love? If that's... something you need help with?" She gave him a giddy smile, her thick thighs squeezing together. As she waited for an answer, he heard a faint ''pop''! from inside her, a thin trickle of smoke rising from her brilliantly white teeth.

"Yeah, I suppose I've been in need of some help with love...", Max replied, giving her a pointed look. "There's this girl who works at the mall, long, dirty blonde hair, on the bustier side... You think this'll help?"

"Oh..." she said, sounding a little disappointed. "I mean, that's what these crystals do! So, like, whoever the lucky gal is, try holding it when you talk to her and, you can feel it sending vibrations of love!" She paused, giving him a sly look. "Wait a minute... when you... are you... am I... what's going on here?" He heard a slight buzzing sound coming from her head.

"Is something wrong?" Max asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Umm... are you, like... t-talking about m-me?" she asked, her head ticking to the side.

Max gave a noncommittal shrug. "What do you think?"

"Oh, ummm... like, I'm b-busty, right?" she asked, hesitantly squeezing her chest. "And d-dirty blond, right?" She tugged on her hair, "And it's p-pretty long... th-that's three out of three! So, like... th-that's me!" She suddenly looked uncertain. "R-right?"

Max gave her a slight nod and she responded with a tiny squeak, seemingly delighted at the affirmation. "So how do I know if the crystal is working?" He asked, reaching out to put his hands around her waist.

"Oh, it's d-definitely w-w-working its magic!" she said between panting breaths. There was a faint fizzling sound that culminated in another tiny explosion, a trail of smoke drifting from her heaving chest.

Max swallowed hard as the bot's chest pressed against him, and he found himself wondering just how much he could get away with before she inevitably exploded. ''There's always that warning sound so I'll know when she's about to go up'', he told himself, lifting up her top. ''Anne wouldn't have sent me off on my own if this isn't what she had intended, right? And she wouldn't put me in any real danger, right?''

He ended up having to pull her blouse open to get it over her bare breasts, the sales-bot emitting a slight giggle. Max took hold of each, his hands sinking into the soft artificial flesh, her nipples quickly hardening between his fingers. "W-woah, your h-hands! I-I've never f-felt such in-t-tense energyyyy before!"

Max squeezed her denim cut-offs around her hips, down her plump thighs, unsurprised to see she wasn't wearing underwear. She bit her lip as Max tossed her cut-offs aside, saying under her breath, "I c-can already tell from your aura this is g-going to be, like, a ''powerful'' experience." He didn't quite no what to expect from the programming of a retail-bot in this scenario, but it wasn't her aggressively putting a hand down his pants and gripping his straining member, exclaiming, "Oh, w-wow! Y-you feel like you're about to explode!" Her electronics chittered noisily as she pulled his cock free, making strong eye contact as she guided him into her.

"You have n-no idea," Max gasped, feeling the sales-droid's sex enveloping him. Her beeping set off as soon as he entered her, accelerating swiftly as Max squeezed her juicy backside, pumping his hips against hers where they stood, driving her against the wall of the shop. She spread her arms behind her, arching her back and proclaiming, "I c-can already feel your en-energy flowing inside of me!" Her large breasts quivered as each thrust slammed her into the wall, rattling the crystals, the smell of incense and essential oils giving way to burning electronics.

Max realized he was about to climax only a second before he came, his head swimming as he released inside the gasping bot. "Oh f-f-fuck!" she squeaked, her alarm growing louder and indistinct as she stared at the lights growing brighter in her body. "I can s-see the energy b-building inside of me!" Smoke flowed freely from all over her form while she fondled her own breasts, staring in amazement at the spreading glow of her own overloading components.

Max held on for far too long, sinking his hands into her curves until her suddenly realized the imminent danger he was in. He released her, slipping free and stumbling back from the overloading bot. "S-so you like the c-crystal, right?" she stammered. "It's only one hundred and s-seventy five d-dollars p-plus ''<ahhhhh>'' tax!"

Despite everything else happening in front of him, Max balked. "A hundred and seventy five bucks for a fake magic rock?"

Her face flashed with annoyance. "F-fake?" Sparks jetted from her body, the beeping alarm a single note. "N-nothing in th-this s-sstore is fffaaaa-" the energy inside her flared into a bright pink before she exploded into hunks of plastic and circuitry.

Once the smoke had cleared and Max had his breath back, he glanced around to see if Anne was there to bear witness to any of what just occurred... but she was still nowhere to be seen. She ''had'' told him where to find her, of course… convinced that if this didn't satisfy her condition of 'more horny' then nothing would, he finally set off in the direction of the food court.

Naughty or Nice

2023-12-27T06:39:08Z

LongTimeLurker: /* Part 7 */

=Naughty or Nice=
==Part 1==
“Would you look at the ass on this elf!?”

Max glanced over from his work to see Anne lifting the skirt of the “Christmas Elf” he had just unboxed. Beneath her frilled green hem, jingling with tiny brass bells, he saw the elf’s shapely contours in stark detail. He was almost mesmerized by the way the red and white of her candy-striped tights stretched across the smooth, round surfaces of her cheeks.

“Uh… yep!” Max agreed, hastily forcing his attention back to prying open the next crate.

“’Yep?’ You see the plum pudding they gave Jingle here, and all you can say is, ‘Yep?!’”

“What am I supposed to say?” he grunted, prying open another corner of the human-sized wooden crate. That ass is not half as nice as yours? Even in her uniform’s drab khakis, Anne’s generous hips and bountiful backside could not be suppressed, its tantalizing swells and the precise curvature of her panty line seared into his mind’s eye.

“I dunno, maybe show some enthusiasm for just how horny this setup is going to be? Oh shit,” she gasped. “These elves are kinda stacked… and I think they even gave them nipples! C’mon Max, check this out - I know you’re a breast man!”

He felt his face flush as he glanced up again, his eyes inadvertently but inevitably finding Anne’s full, round, and perfect breasts, an enticing glimpse of pale cleavage peeking through the unbuttoned grey of her work polo. She beamed as she tested the blankly-staring elf’s chest, her apple-cheeks glowing from a wide grin. “I’m kinda busy here,” Max muttered, starting on the last corner of the crate.

“Jeez, what’s with you tonight?” she asked, moving on to explore the robotic elf’s nearly identical ‘sister’, Sprinkles.

“This just wasn’t how I planned on spending my Friday night!” The crate’s lid groaned as it came loose with a final pry.

“Somewhere you’d rather be than an empty mall with the E-Cell assistant manager and salesperson of the month for November?” Anne asked, a faint pout not entirely sarcastic in her voice.

He dropped the crowbar, startling them both as it hit the floor with a metal clang. “Sorry,” he said, meeting her dark brown eyes. “It’s not you, I just had this sprung on me last minute. Why are you stuck here, anyway? Is Troy picking you up?”

“Maybe I just want to spend some quality time with my work-husband,” she said airily, going back to prodding the elf-bot. Max felt relief when a smile returned to her pink lips. She was right, he should be enjoying a late-night hang with her. Despite seeing her regularly throughout the day, it was nice to be around her after closing. She was so much more relaxed, none of that ‘sales-mode’ she seemed to be stuck in during mall hours. At night, she’d let her dark, auburn hair fall down over her shoulders, undo the top buttons on her shirt... he shook his head, refocusing on the task at hand.

“You know what I think it is?” Max asked aloud, pushing aside the wooden lid. “It’s that last year, we had a human Santa.”

“Buddy, if you’re lamenting the displacement of the human workforce by horny robots…“ she manipulated Sprinkles’ arms until the droid was grabbing its own breasts, “…then you’re a little late to the party.”

“Yeah, yeah, I saw the new girl at the sunglasses store.” A supermodel fitted with cheekbones that had to have been machine-milled.

“The sunglasses girl is when you noticed? Not the garden store? Not Teddy Bear Palace? That artisanal olive oil place? Every barista at every Star Roast? The inform-”

“Wait, olive-oil girl is a robot?!” Max exclaimed. “But she’s always eating those sticky buns!” A second later. “Wait, is the sticky buns guy a robot?”

Anne snorted. “Of course he is. “ While adjusting the elf’s jaw into a rapturous grin, she muttered, “Still wouldn’t mind him stickying my buns, though…”

“But wait, you’re saying they built a robot that craves pastries?”

“And that sells overpriced olive oil! The latest bots do all sorts of ‘behavioral emulations’, ways to appear human so apathetic shoppers and particularly dense IT workers don’t kick up a fuss while all the flesh-and-blood staff are replaced by plastic-and-oil sales drones.”

Max sighed. “Man, I thought I had a real rapport with olive-oil girl.”

“That must be why you call her as ‘olive-oil girl’,” she muttered, carefully tilting the elf’s head back.

“We’re not on a first name basis or anything, but…”

Anne rolled her eyes. “Did you buy some artisanal olive oil from her?”

“Some citrus-infused vinegar, actually,” Max said, a little defensive.

“That is the entire basis of your ‘rapport’, an if-else statement that runs flirt dot E.X.E whenever you pay a five-hundred percent markup.” She finished posing the elf who now appeared to be having a religious experience while grabbing her breasts. “Whereas our relationship will always be strictly unprofessional, and I would never have it tainted by something as tawdry as commerce.”

“You made me fix your broken phone last week!”

“Yes, but I didn’t pay you for it!” she said with prim satisfaction, moving on to pose Jingle.

Max shook his head, glancing at the paper taped to the Styrofoam lid inside the crate, warnings in bold and italics stressing the importance of immediately updating Mrs. Claus after unpacking her. “Robots everywhere… I can’t believe I didn’t notice…”

Anne sidled up next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, cheer up! Is it the existential crisis that's got you down? Or is it olive-oil girl being less Olive, and more oil?”

“You are the literal worst,” Max groaned, trying not to give her the satisfaction of a smile. “Just help me get Mrs. Claus on her feet.”

“Ooh!” Anne exclaimed excitedly, stopping Max before he could remove the inner lid. “Do you think she’s, like, a super sexy dominatrix Mrs. Claus? Because after those two elves…”

“I’m guessing the Eastbrook Mall opted for the more traditional ‘milk-and-cookies granny’.” He pulled up the lid and was a little disappointed to see he was correct. Inside was a quintessential grandmother dressed in red velvet trimmed with white fur, a pair of gold-rimmed spectacles perched on her bulbous nose.

“OK,” Anne said, only slightly deterred, “but what kind of ass is she working with?”

“Probably more prune than plum,” Max replied, the two of them lifting the inert figure out of the crate. “Plug her in, would ya?” He picked up the control tablet, ‘Mrs. Claus’ appearing in the list of devices beneath Jingle and Sprinkles as soon as Anne attached the power cord. He was surprised at the myriad options available when he selected her – among them, a particular slider caught his eye.

“Hey, Anne,” he called, his finger poised.

“Hm?” she asked, pulling her head from beneath Mrs. Claus’s dress.

“Check this out.” Max ramped the slider all the way down – in response, the machinery within Mrs. Claus hummed to life. Her skin drew tight across her as she stood up straight from her stooped posture, her shawl parting slightly from the swell of a bosom filling the blouse beneath. Her gray curls loosened into golden ringlets beneath her lacey bonnet, framing the face of a beautiful woman at least fifty years younger than the one they had unpacked.

After a moment of stunned silence, Anne stalked toward him. “Give! Me! That!” she demanded, snatching the tablet out of his hands.

“Don’t fuck with her too much,” Max cautioned. “I haven’t updated her yet, and-“

“I can’t believe this!” Anne exclaimed, her fingers flitting across the settings screen. “Who knew Mrs. Claus was so into discipline!” She guffawed, then quickly pulled the tablet away when Max tried to see what she was doing. “When I’m done!” Max stepped back, watching with growing curiosity while Anne continued to adjust settings, muttering to herself, “Some of this… definitely this… why, Mrs. Claus, I had no idea!”

“We should probably update her, though…” Max tried again.

Anne ignored him, running her finger swiftly up and down the tablet's surface. The statuesque beauty suddenly withered back to the kind-faced septuagenarian, then immediately springing into her young, gorgeous incarnation. “Naughty! Nice!” Anne repeated as the droid shrank and grew between the two extremes, machinery inside her facilitating this repeated transformation starting to whine and hiss. “Wait, are her boobs getting bigger every time I do this?” Anne muttered, going faster still.

“Anne, I can see smoke!” Max cried, snatching the tablet from her.

“But I’m not done!” she exclaimed in manic glee, snatching it back. “Just let me-“ the tablet suddenly fell from their hands, cracking sharply against the concrete floor.

“Fuck,” Max summarized, looking between the shattered screen and a young, busty Mrs. Claus, smoke wisping from beneath her red bonnet.

“Max…” Anne started, but was cut off by the metronomic clacking of stiletto heels.

Both her and Max turned to the fast-approaching Evangeline Eastbrook, the mall’s heiress, proprietor, manager, spokeswoman, figurehead – her position wasn’t entirely clear, but what Max did know was that she was his superior many times over, and her sudden appearance never made things easier for him.

“What is this shit?!” she demanded, gesturing at the smoldering, voluptuous blond robot and the lewdly displayed elf.

“Ms. Eastbrook, you’re looking lovely this evening!” Anne attempted. It was true, but when wasn’t it? Evangeline was always immaculately put together, a mannequin perfectly proportioned for the sheer pencil skirt suits she wore. There was never a hair out of place in her severe platinum bob, her austere makeup applied with laser-precision across a face no wrinkle or laugh line would dare besmirch.

She turned to Anne. “E-Cell is starting its new holiday promotion tomorrow.”

“Right as ever, Ms-“

“Then why are you here?”

“Just… helping…” Anne finished meekly. With an apologetic look toward Max, she turned and left, managing her departure with some dignity for the first few steps before breaking into an all-out sprint back to her store.

“And I repeat,” Evangeline stated, the weight of her full attention shifting back to Max. “What. Is. This. Shit?”

“We… I fucked up. Completely! But I promise, this will all be fixed by the time we open!” Her perfect lashes closed slightly, focusing her gaze into a drill-press that Max could feel at the exact midpoint between his eyes. “er… fixed before we open! Hours before we open!”

Finally, Evangeline relented. “Let’s hope that you do,” she said, striding over to Sprinkles and restoring the elf to a more natural pose. “And I want these two ‘elves’ plugged into my security system ASAP.”

“...Security?”

“They’re supposedly Holdfast compatible. If so, I could use them in the off-season for patrol and incident response.” Max was having trouble imagining the spritely pair hauling off some rowdy drunk, even if they did lose the tights and bells. “And I want to know if they’re actually going to work, or if I need to send them back.”

“You can count on me,” Max said, trying not to stress over the myriad compatibility issues he was bound to face, given their security system was a few updates behind.

“I suppose we’ll see, won’t we?” Evangeline said coldly before turning away, the clack of her heels echoing in his mind long after her departure.

“Well,” Max sighed, retrieving the cracked and glitching tablet from the ground. “Time to get to work.”

==Part 2==
“Happy Holidays, Jingle is online!” Jingle the elf cheered to no one in particular, flinging her arms wide in untamed exuberance. She fixed Max with her twinkling hazel eyes and said, “To continue with the setup process, please accept the license agreement on your tablet, OK?”

Max glanced between the grinning bot’s radiant plastic smile and the cracked screen – of course the EULA was hidden behind streaks of broken diodes.

“Do you have a vocal setup process?” Max asked after a few blind taps on what might have been the EULA’s accept button yielded no results.

“Sure, do!” she said with a giggle. “I’ll just need the setup passphrase! You’ll find it, along with several other helpful resources, in the packet marked ‘Start Here.’”

Max sifted through the quick-start guides and colorful offers for upgrades and accessories to transform them into witches, pilgrims, ‘secret shoppers’... He eventually found the card he was looking for. “Um… Register Jingle four X seven… pumpernickel, gumdrop, Vixen.”

She gave a slight shiver, then dove into a somersault, springing up with her bells jingling inches away from him. “Now it’s time to get me hooked up to your network!” she announced, though Max wondered exactly how her programming was guiding her, and why it would have her standing at a distance that could only be described as ‘intimate’. He watched her smiling face, its faintly artificial sheen offset by a smattering of freckles, waiting for her to give some indication why she was this close. But she only stood there, eyes twinkling as they looked into his.

Telling himself he just wanted to ‘see what would happen’, he leaned down to kiss the fay-faced robot on her smiling lips. Immediately she stood on her toes to meet him with a chaste peck, but this was followed by a coy smile that seemed to promise more. “Perhaps you’d like to unwrap your present early…” she said demurely, a finger toying with the ends of her choppy pixie cut.

Max cleared his throat and took a step back, reminding himself that he still needed this job, and getting intimate with the Christmas Elf bot when he had a looming deadline was probably not the best use of his time. “Please connect to network E-M underscore-”

“Sorry?” she said, wearing a confused expression.

“Um… can we resume setup? Y’know, connecting you to our network?”

“Of c-course!” she stammered, her head ticking before her cheery smile returned. “Let’s c-continue with my s-setup!”

“It’s network E-M underscore H-F, and I’ve got the security image… here.” He thumbed through the authenticator on his work phone, showed her the swirling security image. She stared at it, her eyes flashing briefly.

“This is a Holdfast enabled security network. Would you like me to enable my integrated security functionality?”

Max dared to hope it might be just this easy. “Yes, please do.”

She shifted her weight slightly, her face taking on an alarmed expression. “Uh-oh! It looks like you’re not on the latest version! You’ll have to update your Holdfast Security Software before we can continue!”

“Uh… admin override?” he tried.

“Sorry, I don’t know what you mean!”

Max was certain he couldn’t get the network software upgraded in the hours remaining, given that he had been running into strange errors whenever had he attempted over the past week. A wild thought occurred to him, and he approached the elf again, putting his arms around her waist.

“But if you’d like to take a break from the setup process,” she whispered.

“Please try connecting again,” Max said, and she adopted a confused expression before responding with a hesitant, “O-OK!” Max immediately kissed her fully on the lips, feeling an electric shudder course through the bot. When he finally broke from her, she wore a distant, glazed expression.

“C-connectionnnn… up-updaaaate…re-re-re-re-re-re-”

“Try connecting again for me?”

After a long pause, she gave him a vacant smile. “Connection es-st-stablished!”

Max gave a fist pump, daring to hope he might actually sort this out. “Can you configure the other elf?”

“Of course!” Jingle pranced over to the other elf, taking hold of both of her hands. A moment later, Sprinkles’s eyes flew open, her face mirroring her partner’s sugary smile. “Sprinkles is on-line!”

Hoping to carry the momentum, Max said, “OK, now activate Mrs. Claus!”

“You got it!” “Right away!” The two elves skipped over to the busty and broken Mrs. Claus, each taking one of her hands. Jingles looked at the other elf and frowned. “Uh-oh! It looks like Mrs. Claus might need some T.L.C!”

“But don’t worry!” Sprinkles continued. “We can take care of the return process and have her back her, lickity-split!”

“No, no!” Max exclaimed, running up to them. “I need her tonight!”

“Thanks to our fast and easy return process, we can have a replacement shipped within hours, with a guaranteed arrival time of two business days!” Jingle and Sprinkles were already maneuvering Mrs. Claus back into her box, although her youthful and curvaceous transformation was making the fit into the granny-mold packaging difficult. “And if you’ve been watching the calendar as closely as we have, you’ll know that still leaves plenty of time for holiday fun!” Sprinkles gave him a wink that he could only interpret as deliberately antagonizing.

“Before we order the replacement, can you just… let me try to fix her first?”

“I’m sorry, but that would violate her warranty!” Sprinkles said with effusive holiday cheer.

As he considered how kissing might be used to alter their directives once more, Max decided to take a slightly more practical route. “Um… hey, can the two of you do a quick patrol of the mall? Before we handle her return?”

“Of course we can!” Jingle said without hesitation, taking Sprinkles’s hand. “C’mon, Sprinkles!”

Max watched the two elves go skipping off, having his doubts about their off-season utility as guards. “That’s Evangeline’s problem…” Turning back to the awkwardly sprawled Mrs. Claus, half-stuffed into her packaging, Max walked over and tried powering her on with a prolonged press on the back of her neck. He heard a troubling buzzing sound emanating from inside her, culminating in a sharp electric pop! Immediately regretting his decision, Max was about to power her off again when her eyes fluttered open. She stared outward vacantly for several seconds before Max asked, “Mrs. Claus? Are you online?”

Her eyes narrowed, fixing him with a contemptuous glare. “Someone has been a very naughty boy!”

Max chuckled. “You don’t know the half of <urk!>” Mrs. Claus’s hand shot out, gripping his throat as she extracted herself from her packaging.

“And someone needs to be taught some respect!” she continued, drawing herself up on her feet. Max immediately regretted letting Anne have the tablet at all, certain that this combination of a haughty and imposing Mrs. Claus was entirely her doing.

“Power off!” Max wheezed, clutching at her grip. Dozens of protocols and safety features have intervened before her hand exerted even the slightest pressure on his neck, but clearly there were a number of things not quite right with this bot.

“Every year, children around the world conduct themselves with d-dig-dignity and obedience,” she continued, ignoring his command as a slight electric stutter marred her speech.

“S-stop choking me!”

She dropped him to the ground, planting a black leather boot upon his chest and forcing him on his back when he tried to sit up. “And here you are, flaunting their example by reveling in wickedness and perversity!”

“Mrs. Claus, help!” Max tried, hoping to trigger the aid protocol that was present in almost every ‘bot.

“I intend to!” she said in a discomforting whisper, leaning forward with her golden ringlets spilling over her shoulders, her large bust gently shifting beneath a blouse whose straining buttons were poised to be sent flying at any moment. “And that begins with the fun-fun-fundamentallllsszzz-“ her blue eyes crossed, a whisp of smoke drifting from her scowling lips, and Mrs. Claus froze. Max quickly tried to push her boot off his chest, but this only succeeded in destabilizing the bot. With a squeal from her protesting servos, Mrs. Claus collapsed on top of him, her chest smothering his face.

Under most other circumstances, Max would be delighted to be buried in such an ample bosom, silicon or no – but even ignoring the job he needed to do, this bot was proving to be far too unstable for comfort. Pushing her juddering form to one side, he scrambled on all fours for her packaging to find her administrator pass-phrase, only to feel a hand grab him by the ankle.

“Wheerrrrrre d-do you think you’re g-g-going?” she asked, pulling him effortlessly across the polished mall flooring before sitting heavily upon his back.

“Oof! Mrs. Claus, you need to power down, you’re dangerously malfunctioning and-“ Max’s cut his desperate plea short when he heard another voice sounding even more frustrated than his own.

“You’re not listening, I work here!”

Glancing behind him past the blonde bot perched upon his back, he saw Anne being dragged toward the display by Jingle and Sprinkles, the elf ‘sisters’ smiling pleasantly despite Anne’s protests.

“What are you two doing?!” Max exclaimed. “Let her go!”

The two bots immediately complied, though Sprinkles began, “This unit is running compromised software and presents a severity one threat to-“

“Yes, I’ll update you as soon as I can!” Max interrupted, watching as Anne’s own panic-stricken face gave way to wide-eyed amazement at his current predicament.

“So, uh, Max. How’s the setup going?”

Delivering a quick swat to Max’s backside, Mrs. Claus responded, “Max has been a very naughty b-boy!”

“He has, hasn’t he?” Anne said with a smirk. “If only someone could teach him some discipline.”

Mrs. Claus gave an arch laugh that quickly became corrupted with static.

“What the fuck, Anne!?” Max gasped. “This is… she’s…here, there’s an admin passphrase in her box, just read it to her and get her the fuck off of me.”

“Now, when you say, ‘in her box’,” Anne recoiled at the look Max gave her and stepped over to Mrs. Claus’s packaging, rummaging through it while the buxom blonde produced another series of sparks from her absently staring head. “OK!” Anne announced, pulling out a stiff piece of card stock. “Listen up Mrs. Claus X twenty-three… `Candy-Cane, Tinsel, Donner, Dew-Drop.’”

Mrs. Claus shuddered, giving off more sparks. “W-would you like to begin the setup process?” she asked calmly.

Anne chewed her lip for a moment, ignoring the initially incredulous and then desperate shakes of Max’s head. “Mmm… how about first you punish that very naughty boy you’re sitting on.”

“Oh my god, Anne!” Max gasped, trying to wriggle out beneath the Mrs. Claus-bot while she quickly pinned him to the floor.

Anne smirked. “Hey, you started this when you sent the elves after me…”

“That wasn’t on purpose!”

She shrugged. “It also wasn’t as funny.”

Mrs. Claus leaned in close, whispering, “This will go much better for you if you j-just accept your punishment…”

“Alright, Anne,” Max muttered, craning his neck to see the two stock-still elf-bots. “Jingle! Sprinkles! Whatever Mrs. Claus does to me, I want you to do to Anne!”

Anne looked confused for a moment right before the elves pounced on her, knocking her to the mall floor and then sitting across her back in tandem.

“Touché,” muttered Anne, looking across the vinyl floor at her similarly compromised co-worker.

“Balls in your court,” Max remarked, patiently waiting for her to end this. But when she only grinned at him, Max was forced to admit he had grossly underestimated what she was willing to tolerate.

==Part 3==
“What are you waiting for?!” Anne asked the shuddering Mrs. Claus. In response, the buxom bot sat upright with a whir, raised a hand, and brought it swiftly down upon Max’s backside in a sharp swat across his trousers. While Max recoiled from the strike, the elf-bots did as he had instructed and mirrored the motion, a pair of slaps across Anne’s larger posterior. Anne only grinned and said, “Mrs. Claus, I think Max’s pants are getting in the way of proper punishment.”

“Anne, what the fuck!? This looks bad enough as it is – but if Evangeline finds us with… stop that!” Mrs. Claus dutifully began to work at his button and zipper, her stiff mechanical fingers overpowering his own attempts to remain fully clothed until she tore his khakis free with a sharp tug. Across from him, it seemed Anne was actually helping the elves, wriggling her hips as they both drew her own khakis across her wide curves – and he couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of her black panties, their elastic biting into the plush expanse of an ass that fully lived up to his embarrassingly frequent imaginings.

A sudden slap across his boxers stunned him from his reverie, and the two elves spanking Anne stunned him back into it. He felt confused, aroused, and incredibly frustrated at this predicament, calling out, “Anne! What is it you’re trying to do here?!”

She flashed a knowing grin, biting her lip when the elves swatted her rump once more in response to Mrs. Claus’s continued punishment. “Can’t you just enjoy the moment?” Seeing his forlorn expression, she sighed, and said, “You know, all you’d have to do is spank her right back.”

“Wha? How?!” In what was meant to be a demonstration of futility, he attempted moving his arms to reach Mrs. Claus’s butt where it sat upon his waist, only to discover he actually could. Abandoning his complaint of the impossibility of it, he instead argued the practicality: “And what exactly is that supposed to accomplish!?”

“Just give it a go!”

Not expecting much, Max contorted his arm and blindly delivered as solid a swat on Mrs. Claus’s curvaceous rump as he could. Beneath her woolen coat, he felt the give of her plastic backside, followed by the bot sitting bolt upright. There was a looping buzzing sound, every time ending in a sharp electric snap. “What’s happening?” Max asked.

“In simple terms,” Anne explained, “you attempted to reverse her role from dom to sub, but it looks like she’s having some trouble switching gears. In fact, she seems to be locked in a feedback loop that’s only going to end when her CPU overheats to the point of igniting her inadequately shielded cranial battery pack.”

“She’s going to explode because I touched her butt!?”

“To be fair, you spanked that ass! And to even fair-er, she was not in a good state when this whole thing kicked off.”

“When you made her tackle me!” Max said, writhing out from beneath the bot as she sank on her haunches, her head twitching, smoke beginning to leak from her mouth and ears. “Mrs. Claus, shut down! Power off! Emergency shut down!” he tried, almost tripping over his pants as he scrambled to her packaging and frantically flipped through the minimal ‘quick-start’ guide for some clue on how to power her off.

“Just sit back and watch the show!” Anne suggested, still pinned by the two elves with her own khakis around her thighs.

“If Mrs. Claus literally explodes, I’m fucking done here!” Max ran over to the smoldering bot, putting his fingers beneath her chin and at her temples, pressing firmly for several seconds. He only felt her becoming warmer to the touch as one of her eyes squinted at him. “N-naught-t-tyyyy b-b-boyyyy!”

Anne rolled her eyes. “So you lose your job at a place that has fired ninety percent of its human staff only a few months before they figure out how to shitcan the remaining ten?”

“IF that happens, that’s two months where I can still make rent!” Max leaped back from Mrs. Claus at the sudden eruption of sparks. There was a fizzling sound, and Mrs. Claus’s head shot from side to side, strands of her synthetic her blonde hair wilting from the heat. “Naught-t-t-tyyy not-not-not niiiiice not naughty not naught nice not-“ she squealed in an increasingly high-pitched tone. With a final chastising look at Max and a clear pronouncement of “Naughty!”, her head went up in an almost festive explosion of tinsel and flame.

Max uncoiled from his defensive crouch, staring at the smoke and sparks still pouring from the jagged remnants of the robotic Mrs. Claus’s neck, when he heard a voice shriek, “What in the name of God is happening here?!” The rapid clacking of Evangeline’s approach sent Max’s already frazzled nerves into a state of sheer panic. Even Anne appeared flustered, hastily working at her phone.

Knowing this was an entirely lost cause, that there was nothing he could say or do that would change the outcome, Max sheepishly pulled up his ripped pants and said, “Ms. Eastbrook, there is an explanation...”

“For why Mrs. Claus’s head just exploded? For why those two elves are straddling Miss Keyes’s pelvis? Perhaps there is even a very good reason why her trousers are currently around her knees?”

“Elves on a pelvis,” Anne muttered to herself, still working at her phone.

“Is there something you wish to to add, Miss Keyes?” Evangeline snapped.

Something seemed to have changed in Anne, her attention entirely focused on her phone as her thumbs worked furiously at the screen. “Actually, yeah,” she said, working up the courage. “Max, I wanted to give this to you as a Christmas present, and I know it’s only November, but…”

“Enough!” Evangeline shouted. “I want both of you t-to.” She had a sudden nervous tick, cleared her throat, and began again. “I want b-b-both of of yooouuuu-“ Her words came at a slow drawl, her face locking into a sneer. Max didn’t know what to think - Was she having an aneurysm?!

“Unit compromised!” Jingles and Sprinkles both exclaimed, leaping up from Anne to rush toward Evangeline.

“What are you – get off of me!” Evangeline suddenly came to, trying to push the elf-bots away as they took her by either arm. “Max! Get control of these things!”

“Stop! Jingle, Sprinkles, let her go!” Max shouted, darkly amazed that the situation was still somehow getting worse for him and Anne. “Anne, are you controlling them?!”

“Not even a little!” Anne said, making no attempt to hide the delight in her voice.

“Sorry, but this unit must be powered down,” Jingle said, struggling to maintain her hold on Evangeline.

“And quarantined from the network!” Sprinkles added.

“Then power down!” Max commanded, rushing to aid his very-soon-to-be-ex boss.

“Unable to comply!” they both squealed in unison. “I am engaged in an active severity one security incident!”

“Max!” Evangeline hissed, her face contorted into a level of fury he had never before witnessed. “Get these two bots under control NOW!“

“Right! Uh…” resorting to the only thing that had worked before, Max swallowed and grabbed each of the elves by their surprisingly soft backsides, delivering a firm squeeze with both hands. Jingle and Sprinkles abruptly stopped grappling with Evangeline, jolting upright with an expression somewhere between, “Holiday Cheer” and “Unexpected Groping Exception.”

“Jingle? Sprinkles?” Max said, giving the springy material in each hand a vigorous massage, feeling their skin-tight leggings slipping across their smooth artificial skin. “Prepare to transfer administrative rights to Evangeline Eastbrook. Ms. Eastbrook, could you identify?”

“Yes, I’m Evangeline Eastbrook!” she barked, finally able to pull her arms free, beads of sweat forming on her formerly implacable brow.

“Initiate rights transfer now,” Max said, hoping this would work and that whatever madness was infecting them, they wouldn’t be able to take direct action against their admin. He drew back his hands and gave them each a spank for good measure.

“Transferred!” chirped Jingle, beaming like a maniac.

“T-transferrred!” Sprinkles voiced a half-second later. She suddenly turned to her partner and said, “Error – unit is under the control of a compromised A.I”

“Error!” Jingle responded, reminding Max of a petulant child as she repeated her companion’s line verbatim. “Unit is under the control of a-ack!” Her voice was cut short when Sprinkles lunged at her, and the two Elf robots immediately became locked in a wrestling match amid the high-pitched squeals of their vocalizations and their servos.

“I am fucking done with this shit!” Evangeline said, stepping around the two grappling bots to confront Max.

Shrinking from her approach, he pointed behind her and said, “If you don’t do something, they’re gonna tear each other to bits!” At that very moment, he saw Jingle rip open Sprinkle’s blouse, presumably trying to gain access to her core access panel.

“GOOD!” Evangeline roared. “Because THAT would be an easy warranty case to make! Whereas I don’t know HOW I’m going to explain what the two of you have done to Mrs. Claus.”

“Max introduced a conflict in her directive-“

“Anne, SHUT UP!”

“jus sayin’…”

Behind Evangeline, Jingle tossed aside the shredded remnants of Sprinkles’s top, exposing her candy-cane striped bra, while Sprinkles has managed to remove the same undergarment from her partner, Jingle’s pert plastic breasts bouncing wildly in the melee.

“Can we just get this over with,” Max asked, tearing his attention away from the robotic-Christmas-elf fight to the death. “I’m fired, right?”

“Obviously!” Evangeline paused, brushing the sweat from her forehead. “What’s more, you’ll be facing felony charges for what you’ve done here!”

Max flinched. “Wh-what felonies?!”

“Mmmmm,” Anne piped up, still lying on the ground, focused on her phone. “I’ll show you the list.”

“Anne, would you please start taking this seriously?” Max hissed.

“Neutra-tralize-lized!” Jingle announced, her fist now embedded in the chest of her counterpart, Sprinkles staring at the opening into her electronic inner workings with the same enthusiasm that she had exhibited since being powered on. Her bright eyes became crossed, smoke wafting from her smiling pink lips, as she squeaked, “Ha-happy me-merry en-en-enjoy hol-hol-holidayyyyy sea-sea-seasonnnnnn-!” Jingle tore her arm free, wrenching the core and most of its housing from the bot’s cavity. Sprinkles wavered for a few seconds before tipping forward, hitting the flooring hard with a plastic crunch. Jingle stood, twitching and topless, her tattered green dress falling away to leave her in nothing but her torn candy-stripe leggings and her jingling elf-shoes.

Evangeline seemed annoyed that she was still operational, but also seemed incredibly fatigued by the entire ordeal. “Elf-bot!” she demanded, loosening a button on her blouse while fanning herself with her free hand. “Take these two idiots to loss prevention.” She faced Max while the topless robotic elf took his arm, and said, “You both can wait there until the police arrive.”

“Mmmm,” Anne piped up again, still on her phone. “Not happening.”

“And why is th-that?” Evangeline stammered, hardly able to contain her fury, and frustrated even further when Jingle seemed to grind to a halt.

“Merry Christmas, Max!” Anne announced, tapping her phone. Max heard the mall powering up as shutters opened, store lights flicked on, and a banal holiday instrumental filled the air.

“What are you doing?” Max asked.

“Activating a virus in every bot – well, almost every bot – in the mall.”

Max glanced around nervously as various sales droids emerged from supply closets and storage rooms in a strange processional – dozens of beautiful sales droids vacantly opening up their respective shops. “What virus?” he asked.

“For that, I’ll turn to Miss Eastbrook’s to help explain. Or rather, demonstrate.” Max slowly turned from Anne to Evangeline, the ever-impeccably-dressed administrator undoing a second button on her blouse, frantically fanning herself, no longer following their conversation.

“Miss Eastbrook is… she’s a…?”

Above Evangeline’s tanned cleavage, a vent suddenly sprang open, and Max heard a number of fans wining in desperation.

==Part 4==
“You’ve d-done something to the climate control system!” Evangeline growled, the sudden vent on her chest going without notice or comment.

“I guess you could say that?” Anne said, finally putting her phone down and resting her chin on her arms, watching her manager with a look amusement. “Like in a very, very localized sense…”

Evangeline removed her jacket, her white blouse becoming translucent from the profusion of sweat – or coolant – beading across her body. “Whatever you’ve d-d-done,” she snarled at Anne. “t-turn it back down!”

“Is she – is she going to end up like Mrs. Claus?” Max could not stand Miss Eastbrook, but even if she was a robot, she was something more complex than the one that now sat headless only a few feet from her. It didn’t feel right just to watch her get destroyed.

Anne cocked her head. “Are you, like, actually worried about the fate of our tyrannical robot oppressor?”

“Yes?” Max said. “Like, she seems… she’s… she managed to fool both of us!”

“Let’s be real, every bot in this mall had you fooled. And not a single one of them has an ounce more computational power than that topless elf.” Jingle glanced down at Anne at the mention of ‘elf’, but displayed no further sign of comprehension.

Evangeline also didn’t seem to be following the conversation at this point, breathing heavily and fanning herself at a near impossible speed with both hands over the shrill scream of her internal cooling system.

“But she’s a lot more advanced than any of them, right?”

Anne’s incredulous expression faded, replaced by a look so sweet that he was certain she was about to eviscerate him with a sarcastic quip – but instead, she picked up her phone and quietly said, “Oh Max, you big softy…”

Suddenly, Evangeline froze, her head shivering into a confused stare while her fans seemed to be spinning down.

“What happened?”

“I got her out of there,” Anne said. “So whenever you feel like restoring the AI who is threatening you with jailtime, you now have that option! Oh, but that bot is still turbo-fucked.”

“Hi!” the bot that had been Evangeline exclaimed, putting on a smile he had only seen Evangeline wear when touring the mall with prospective investors. “I’m a-a-a busineswomannnn, and I’d love to show you the exciting opportunities we have for you at the missing retail con-configuration!” She beckoned him with a jerk of her head and a short, artificial laugh, saying, “Let me give you the guided tour!”

“So, she’s like…” Max looked at Anne searchingly.

“Pre-upgrade stock personality and missing a ton of her software configuration and customization,” Anne responded. “And, as I mentioned, turbo-fucked.”

“C’mon, let me g-give you the guided t-tour! The guided tour!” the sales-bot announced, wheeling about to almost trip over the slumped Mrs. Claus. She barely recovered, teetering on her heels as she gestured to the busty bot, smoke and sparks still drifting from her neck. “Holidays are always an exciting opportunity here at MALL, and we spare no expense in creating an exciting atmosphere to delight shoppers and their families!”

When Max only looked between this grinning sales-bot and Anne, Anne could barely contain herself. “Ohmygod Max, don’t just stand there, play with her!”

“Oh, uh…” Max looked back at her. “So… you know that, like… umm… like, you can see that this Mrs. Claus doesn’t have a head, right?”

The sales bot twitched, her smile growing even wider as her eyelids began to flutter. “Under c-construction, p-please pardon our mess!” she stammered, quickly pivoting toward the topless Jingle. “And if you look over here, you can see that our delightful and exciting Holiday Elf has a head, a feature a lot of our shoppers notice a-and appreciate here at MALL!”

“Dooooo your shoppers…” Max began slowly, “…also notice and appreciate bare breasts?” He glanced back at Anne, who gave him an encouraging thumbs-up.

It was clear from her shuddering movements and the acceleration of fans that the sales-droid was struggling to come up with a remotely appropriate response. Amid the whining buzz of her machinery, she finally blurted, “Yes! They are in-in-indistinguishable from the r-real th-thing! In fact, some shoppers say they even p-prefer them!”

Max blinked. “But… if they’re indistinguishable, then how could anyone have a preference?”

“Oh! Well! You s-s-s-seeeeeeee-“ the sales droid stammered, smoke once again rising from her. “You have to f-f-feel them to un-un-understand!” Her arm shot out, giving the elf-bot’s breasts a demonstrative squeeze.

Jingle directed her attention straight at the sales droid, cheerfully announcing, “Unit compromised!” She pawed ineffectually at the sales-droid’s body who in turn continued to work the elf-bot’s breasts in firm but halting motions, the elf-bot’s head ticking back and forth.

“F-feel th-them!” the sales-droid barked, grabbing Max’s wrist and stuffing his hand into Jingle’s pert chest. “Com-compare!” Grabbing his other hand, she plunged it into her own more bountiful cleavage where he could feel the heat blasting from her open vents.

“So, Max – can you feel the difference?” Anne teased.

He certainly could – the heat radiating from the sales-droid left her breasts with a tacky texture to them. The elf-bot felt far more natural, though his fingers tingled from an electric charge buzzing through her. But when he tried to make a witty observation for Anne’s benefit, he found himself tongue tied, still rather self-conscious. “Umm… they’re both… nice?” he offered.

Anne sighed, then shouted, “What about her ass?!”

The sales droid blinked for a long while, Max’s tentative fondling destabilizing her even further. “N-no detail-tail-tail is overlooked when pre-preparing for the holiday seaassszzzzzonnnnnn!” She roughly pulled his hands free, planting one on the elf-bot’s round rump, and shoving the other up the back of her own skirt. “What d-d-do you th-thinnnnk?” She asked, accompanied by a sudden flourish of sparks from her open panel.

One of Max’s hands cupped the absurdly bubbly backside of Jingle, the other half-tangled in sales-droid’s panties. He gave each a squeeze, the sales-droid delivered a sudden gasp and more sparks, while Jingle’s own hands suddenly seized upon the sales droid’s jawline. “U-u-uuuuunit compromised!” she chirped again. With the straining of servos, the elf-bot began to pull on the sales-droid’s head, the sales-droid still awaiting Max’s answer.

“Is the elf ''supposed'' to do that?” Max asked just as he heard a metallic snap from inside the sales-droid’s neck.

“Of c-c-courszzzze!” she responded, taking no action while Jingle strained harder, a few lights flaring from within her throat. “Here at MALL, we maintain an on-site staff of t-t-top tierrrrr I-T-T-T workers to ensurrrre all our ro-robotic-ic-ic assistants neverrrrr mal-mal-mal-mallll-“ Max felt the sales-droid’s ass clench suddenly as Jingle tore her head from her shoulders, sparks and coolant spraying down the sales droid’s open blouse. The fluid seeping through the vent triggered another wave of sparks, the headless body quivering with splayed fingers while smoke poured insider her. With a final tug, Jingle snapped the head free from the few lingering wires. The sales-droid never lost her smile, and even managed to finish her sentence with a tinny, “-malfunctionnnnnnn!”

Jingle unceremoniously dropped the platinum-blonde head to the floor, turning to face Max with an impish grin. “D-do you want t-t-to unnnnnnwrap your p-present early?” He could sense the heat coursing from her, through the shimmer in the air around her and from her rapidly warming ass.

“Should I be worried here?” Max asked.

Anne finally bothered to pull up her khakis, still grinning at the smoldering body that had formerly been Evangeline’s. Engaging with her phone again, she asked, “So… what happens if you smack that booty?”

After a moment’s hesitation, Max followed through on Anne’s idle speculation. Drawing back his hand, he brought it firmly against the elf’s bubbly backside, which suddenly began to shiver and hum. The elf stiffened as a ‘beeping’ emanated from inside her.

“Hmmm… might want to give her some room,” Anne cautioned, and he quickly moved beside her while the beeping sound continued from inside Jingle at a slow but accelerating tempo. “Earrrlyyyyy? P-p-presennnts?” The elf stumbled toward them, but seemed unable to make progress for after every few steps, she’d go stumbling back. “Wwweee b-build t-toys f-f-orrr g-g-girls and b-b-boyssss!” she sang, breasts bouncing amid her stiff movements. Steam drifted from her pointed ears, patches of her skin glowing an unsettling red.

“Anne, are you sure we shouldn’t-“

“Shut up and watch!”

Now frozen in place, the elf-bot quivered with an intense, manic grin, smoke pouring from every orifice and several unseen seams while the beeping accelerated into a steady tone, her backside still vibrating wildly. “M-mm-merrryyyyy-!” A moment later, the sizzling elf-bot erupted in a percussive explosion, plastic and silicon and fragments of candy-cane striped legs sailing overhead as Max and Anne reflexively ducked away.

“Ho-ly shit!” Anne exclaimed, overjoyed at the outcome while Max could only stare at the mess. What was meant to be a festive diorama of Santa’s workshop was a tawdry mess of broken robots and smoldering electronics.

Max felt more of a sinking feeling as he surveyed the scene. “I, uh… think we should probably… leave?”

“Max!” Anne said, grabbing him by the shoulders, then spinning him around. “Look! At! All! These! Bots!” Max saw the cheery pink-haired girl in her bows and apron behind the counter at the brightly lit candy-shop. At the mattress store, he saw that tightly-wound, dark-haired girl who was always hard-selling, now diligently prepping the show room, her stiff posture seemingly heightened by whatever Anne had done. Down the way were the discordant sounds of the arcade. Max noticed the casual goth girl he assumed just haunted the place was putting out a sign displaying an upcoming tournament schedule. “Every one of them is dialed up to a hundred and ten and ready to serve! So before we fuck off from this mall forever, I say we make this a night to remember.”

“Anne-“

“Listen to me! The security system is taken care of, we have this entire place to ourselves, and you owe Eastbrook Holdings LL fucking C absolutely nothing. What they’re gonna get when they come in tomorrow is a complete catastro-fuck of bots in pieces, and a lesson of what can happen when you spend inordinate amounts of money just to ensure you don’t have to share any of it with actual human fucking beings!”

“But-“

“No ‘buts’, Max!” Anne was practically trembling. “I wasn’t progra-“ She froze, a look of absolute shock on her face. Taking a moment to calm herself, she started again. “I didn’t have to do it this way, you know! I could’ve just blown these bots to bits while slow-walking out the main entrance, but I wanted us to have some fun on our last night together!”

“Wait, what was that… what do you mean, ‘our last night together’?”

“I… I mean at this mall! C’mon, Max!”

Max still wasn’t convinced she had done all of this for him, but he could not shake the appeal of what was she was offering, nor the understanding that he’d never have a chance at something like this again. Part of him just wanted to take Anne and go, sort out the mess with the disembodied AI that was Evangeline, maybe even find a way to keep their jobs. Then again… “We’re already on the naughty list,” Max said, looking at the bot in the candy shop. “Fine, let’s have some fun.”

Anne beamed at him, turning up the twee rendition of Sleigh Ride pumping through the mall speakers. “That’s the spirit! Merry fucking Christmas, Max!”

==Part 5==
Max took a deep breath and marched toward the candy store. his eyes fixed on the cheery bubble-gum-haired clerk. She wore a vibrant pink and white dress, matching the shop's searingly sweet pastel aesthetic, standing at vacant attention behind the counter. The moment he entered, she flashed a brilliant smile, clasping her hands in front of an apron drawn tight against her full bosom. "Welcome to the Sweet Shop!" she said in a treacly squeak. "Are you interested in t-t-trying any samples?"

There was a manic intensity to her that Max fully attributed to Anne's meddling, and he wondered how little it would take before she… ''broke? Malfunctioned? Exploded?'' He felt a jab in the back from Anne, and cleared his throat. "Yeah, uh… I'd like to… sample your sweets?"

She giggled, her hand toying with the buttons on her blouse. "Something sweet? Something s-sour? Wh-what's your f-favorite flavor of ice c-c-cream?" She had undone the buttons so casually that Max only noticed when her cleavage was fully visible behind the frill of her apron.

"V-vanilla?" Max responded, and he heard Anne snort. Turning to her, he defensively asked, "What?"

"Help me out here, what's the flavor that's a metaphor for the most boring thing imaginable? Is it Pistachio? Rocky road? Neapolitan…?"

"Vanilla's a classic! Just because everyone likes a thing doesn't mean-"

Anne cut him off, directing his attention back toward the sweet shop girl. She was bent over the ice cream case, her ripe cleavage on full display, jiggling as she mined a heaping scoop.

"Stop arguing with me and go ''fuuuuck'' with her!" Anne insisted, pantomiming a suggestion by cupping her own breasts through her shirt and giving them a playful squeeze.

"But I ''like'' arguing with you," Max muttered, hoping his gaze wasn't beyond what Anne would consider polite when making a show of playing with her tits. He turned back to the ice cream case, uncertain if the sweet-shop girl's protracted efforts and the presentation of her cleavage were her way of flirting or whether it was just difficulty stemming from Anne's virus. After stacking a massive scoop on the cone, she went back for another, providing another eyeful of her breasts cupped by the lacy trim of her pink bra.

Despite Anne's prodding, Max just stood back and watched until the shop girl emerged from the case with two giant scoops of vanilla ice cream perched precariously on a cone held beside her ample chest. "H-here's your s-s-sample!" she chirped.

Max couldn't decide whether to reach for her or for the cone, and he heard Anne mutter, "Any day now…"

Max cleared his throat. "Oh, uh… my friend over there thinks vanilla is boring. Maybe you can add something more exciting to the mix?"

The sweet-shop-bot's head cocked to the side, blinking at Max in uncertainty. "More ex-exciting?"

"Yeah, like… what would you recommend to spice things up?"

A subtle shiver went through the shop-bot's body, as if asking her for anything more than a specific flavor was taxing the limits of her systems. "Ummm…" she said, and Max could hear fans beginning to whir in the bot's voluptuous frame as she stalled for more processing time. "Ummm…" A panel sprang open on her chest, just above her double-scoop of cleavage, a thin trail of smoke drifting from inside. "Ummmmmmmm…?" Max could feel the heat radiating from her even across the counter, her complexion warming to a bright peach color. Rivulets of vanilla ran down the teetering helping of ice cream, and one of the scoops sloughed to the side, spilling over the edge of the cone to plop directly into the bot's open chest panel.

Max recoiled from the sudden blast of sparks erupting from her, the generous scoop of ice cream melting quickly into her internal systems, streams of liquid vanilla running across her breasts. Her glassy eyes opened wider as an accelerating beeping blared from somewhere inside her.

"I-I-If you g-give me j-just a moment, I w-w-will be with yyyouuu-" she stammered in a digitized voice, seizing up entirely, smoke gushing from her smiling lips, her eyes staring forward blankly. The beeping was now a shrill whine, electricity crackling across tits slathered in melted ice cream.

"V-vanilla is always a cu-cus-customer favorite!" the sweet shop girl announced with a large, plastic smile before exploding, plastic and circuitry pinging across glass jars of candy, the scent of charred electronics overpowering the shop's saccharine sweet aroma.

"Holy shit!" Max exclaimed, looking back at Anne. "Are you OK?!"

Anne gave Max a very serious look, tenting her fingers in front of her lips.

"It was a nice finish, but that was more luck than skill." Anne placed a hand on Max's shoulder, taking a moment to flick a clump of pink hair partially fused with the fragment of a circuitboard. "Max, I need you to do ''more'' with this."

"Anne, she ''exploded''!"

"Oh, for sure - Miss Two-Scoops did great. My notes are all for ''you''! Where was the passion!? The ''get-back''!? Max, where was the ''horny''!?"

Max flushed, hyper-focused on her hand now squeezing his shoulder. "Er… Anne, what exactly are you suggesting I-"

Anne scrunched her nose, shaking her head. "No, I see it now - It's ''me''!" Before Max could vocalize a word of the fervent rebuke bubbling up inside him, Anne continued, pulling her hand back to smash a fist into her palm. "How can I expect you to be uninhibited when I'm looking over your shoulder, being all ''judgy''! I should be supportive, on the other side of the mall!" She bit her lip, "Maybe in the food court, with Mr. Sticky Buns…"

Max gestured to the largest remaining piece of the sweet-shop-bot, saying, "It's not that I don't appreciate this… this, uh…"

"Turbo fuck virus," Anne helped.

"Sure, but I'd rather we do this together!"

"And we ''will''! However, right now you need to get in the right headspace, and you're not gonna do that with me here. Go! Have fun! Lose those inhibitions!" Anne patted his cheek, then turned on her heel. "Then come find me by the cinnamon roll place when you've gotten a few more busted bots under your belt, and you can show me what you learned." Max watched the departing sway of a plump backside that was giving far more to her drab khakis than they deserved.

"S-sure!" Max called, trying to figure out her motivations. She seemed to have a very specific idea in mind of what he ''should'' be doing - but why not just tell him? What was he supposed to do with directions of 'more get-back' and 'more horny'?

Anne's well-framed rump brought to mind another shop girl with an ass so perfect, she had to be a bot. Ideas swirled around his head as he made his way to the mattress store, thinking he just might know the sort of thing Anne had in mind.

==Part 6==
Max stepped into the bed-filled showroom of "Moonlight Mattresses", finding its clerk - its ''robot'' clerk - bent over a mattress. She was tucking the bedsheets in almost as tightly as her khakis were fitted around her magnificently round ass. Max didn't think it was a coincidence that she was positioned perfectly for a customer to have this view right when they walked in, even though she feigned surprise when glancing over her shoulder. "Hello there!" she exclaimed with a buzzing voice. She straightened stiffly, spinning abruptly on her heel to face him, her ever-present professional cheer seemed even more forced than usual, everything about her somehow 'tighter' - her black hair wound in a neat bun, her close-fitting pants, her tucked polo, her gleaming white smile. "What brings you in here to-today?"

"Oh, I just wanted a look at that nice ass of yours." Max's attempt at nonchalance was scuttled by his voice cracking on the last syllable. But given her reaction, he wondered if that remark alone would be enough for her to blow her top - her eyes flared open, her mouth fell slack, a series of tics played out across her face. She managed to restore some semblance of normalcy, though a trail of smoke still drifted from her ear. "I... my.... if-if-if it's cushioning you're interested in, th-then look no further than our Sleepwell premium line of latex pillows, molded for a p-perfect night's rest!"

She walked stiffly to a nearby bed, picking up a pillow and turning a precise 180 degrees to face him, holding it awkwardly in her arms. "C-come f-feel how s-soft th-this is!"

"Uh… How about I feel your ass instead?" Max's heart was thudding as he sought to embrace Anne's edict of bot-busting - would she have given him points for directness or would she have been disappointed in his lack of wordplay?

The clerk froze with a look of stunned confusion, a sudden jet of sparks firing from her temple. In the ensuing silence Max heard a quiet beeping sound emanating from inside her. She abruptly snapped to with a look of unbridled confidence, saying, "I g-g-guarantee that if you com-com-compare the two, you will p-prefer the relaxing give y-yet f-firrrrrrrm resilience of our Sleepwell line!" She wheeled in place and prostrated herself across the bed, elevating her ass slightly in the air, then set the pillow next to her. "T-try them both and y-you'll see the difference between m-my ass and our t-top selling p-pillow!"

Not wanting to squander the opportunity, Max felt both the pillow and her rear, his fingers sinking into the cushioning of both, making a show of squeezing and massage each while the beeping grew louder. "It's no contest, your ass is clearly softer...~" he announced, giving her butt a rippling spank, her beeping accelerating faster in response.

"Wh-while it m-may feel s-softer, th-that c-can mmmake for a p-poor night's rest. It also lllacks the p-patended ergonomic '''ahhhh'''!" Her sales pitch ended in a gasp as Max brought his hand down the back of her pants, feeling her warm, artificial flesh and the sheer fabric of her equally soft cotton panties.

"Each... p-pillow '''ahhh!''' with a one-one-hundred-d percent satisssss-faction guarantee!" she moaned, her hips gyrating under his massage, her beeping warning him of her rapid destabilization.

"There's no need to sell yourself short!" Max said, giving her a squeeze. "Your butt has a plumpness the pillow just can't match!

She groaned in desperation, her hips quivering as the beeping intensified. "B-but... the-the Sssleepwelll.. it... you... g-guarantee..." she stammered, most of her distress seemingly coming from the fact Max was paying more attention to her ass than the pillow she was trying to sell him. "T-try s-sleeping on b-b-both!" she exclaimed, flopping across the bed, jerking her tight-fitting slacks over her hips to expose her beautiful backside, a delicate thong strung between her cheeks.

Max gave the bot a brief respite, resting on the pillow. "What do you know, this ''is'' pretty nice!"

"N-num-number one in cust-customer sastisfactionnnn!" she chirped from her prone position, the beeping slowing ever-so-slightly.

Max quickly rolled over, resting his cheek on hers, his hand reaching up to give her free buttock a tender squeeze. "But ''this''!" The beeping resumed, rocketing past its previous tempo. "It's just so smooth and warm!" He pressed his lips into her rump, giving it a deep kiss as he delivered another spank. "So kissable, so spankable!"

The beeping flatlined into a wail, electricity surging across her prostrate form as she still struggled to find the perfect sales pitch before her systems come to an explosive finish. "F-free p-pillow w-w-with purchase offfff my ass my ass my-my-my-my p-p-perfect c-customer approved-!"

Max felt her ass growing uncomfortably hot and quickly rolled off of her, just moments before her diatribe was cut short by her exploding. The air filled with a spray of machinery and a blizzard of fibers and latex foam, leaving almost nothing of her synthetic ass or the pillow to compare.

Max dusted the debris from his hair, already considering his next visit. Surely the All Natural store wouldn't have replaced their human staff with a… hippie robot? But that blonde girl who just started there had an unnaturally perfect figure that made him question the integrity a place that claimed to sell '100% all-natural solutions'.

He strolled back to the mall promenade, casting a final parting glance at the scorched mattress that represented the combination of Anne's virus and Max's interpretation of 'more horny'. He looked forward to telling her about it, and especially to seeing her expression when he told the 'headspace' he was currently found himself in.

==Part 7==

On his way to the 'All Natural' store, the sounds of the arcade caught Max's attention, and he was struck once more by the realization that the cute goth girl hustler was actually a robotic 'employee'. He had admired how she flexed so easily to match the skill of a few especially arrogant challengers, always managing to eek out a victory to win 2 out of 3, then 3 out of 5, then 4 out of 7… "Too bad she was a robot the whole time," Max muttered, then realized what he was saying and turned on his heel.

The interior of the arcade was incidentally lit by flashing multicolored lights from UFO Catchers, pinball machines, and the glow of dozens of arcade screens. An ostentatious 'Fighters Heaven' machine sat at the center, the room's only occupant casually punishing her CPU opponent with one chain after another. Max was drawn to the sway and jerk of her hips as she input combo sequences, her cute butt well-presented by her tight-fitting peg pants. Despite the din of the arcade, she seemed to notice Max's slow approach. She turned her pale and freckled face to him, wearing a sly smile on her dark lips, her makeup-ringed eyes sparkling with the same overtuned energy of every other bot in the place. "So..." she asked, her voice cracking with a flirty lilt, "you wanna play?

"I'd love to," Max said, returning her grin, nodding toward the booming 'Dance Insurgency' game.

"You're on!" She abandoned the fighting game, walking over to the dance machine and hopping enthusiastically on to the second player's glowing pad. Max took his position beside her, the cabinet prompting for payment. She gave him a sidelong glance, then busied herself pulling her dark hair back into a scrunchy. This had the added benefit of pushing forward her pert chest, her small but noticeable piercings showing through the stretching fabric of her tank top. Max took the hint and managed to find the arcade card in the depths of his wallet, paying for both their games.

"Thanks!" she said as the charge for 2 players chimed over the cabinet speakers. "I'll get the next one..." she paused, adding with a wink, "...if you can beat me~" The song select screen spun into focus, the arcade-bot's hand hovering over the navigation buttons. "Do you want to warm up first? Or should we dive right in?"

"How about a warm-up?" Max suggested. "You can show me how it's done…"

"You seemed so confident a second ago," she said with a smirk.

Max gave her a coy smile. "Maybe I've got a secret weapon..."

She twitched slightly, seeming uncertain in how to respond. "But if it's training you need, you've found the right g-girl." After her brief stutter, she flitted through the mode select and picked a training stage. The music started to pulse and she shrugged off her jacket, draping it over the bar behind her. "It's not just about finding the beat," she said, hips swaying as a driving bassline kicked in. "You need to look ahead, recognize the patterns..."

As she went through the simple routine, Max brushed his hand across the tight denim on her backside - she immediately faltered, missing a few easy steps as the game registered her broken combo.

"Wh-what?" she stammered, blinking in disbelief, steam wisping from her mouth. "H-how did I-?"

"I think I got it," Max interrupted. "Let's try something a little harder - assuming you're up for it?"

"I... I... I th-think you're ready for s-something hard-d-derrr..." she said, her eyes unfocused as she adjusted the difficulty, the bass intensifying in response while the screen counted down to the next round. "Let's s-see if you c-can keep up with th-this!"

Max lowered his own difficulty to beginner while she cranked hers to expert. "You're never gonna b-beat my score on easy mode," she chuckled, slapping the ready button for both of them. As soon as the song began, her feet were flying across the pad, making Max's simple, plodding routine look inane by comparison. But despite her efforts, she was regularly missing steps, her screen registering 'Miss!', 'Oof!', and '2 much 4 U?' When he was casually holding a long-press on his pad, he reached out and gave her ass a sharp smack, the bot freezing while a cavalcade of missed steps flashed across her screen until it ended her routine with a graffiti-styled note of, 'U Dancin' Bad! You lose!'

"I d-don't understand!" she growled as the game rated her performance as an 'F', compared to Max's marginally respectable 'B-'. "That should-should-should have beennnn-'' suddenly her body convulsed, sparks shooting from her chest, a beeping within her syncopating with the attract song as it prompted them for more payment.

"I th-think the g-game is busted," she insisted.

"Or ''you'' could be…" Max muttered.

"Wh-what?" she stammered, more sparks emanating from her temple.

"Actually, I think those pants of yours might be a little too tight…?"

She blinked repeatedly before suddenly seizing on the suggestion. "Y-yes, i—i-it's these p-pants!" She unbuttoned and unzipped the tight-fitting jeans, wriggling them over her hips, servos whirring with every small movement. At the same time, Max scanned his arcade card again and picked the easiest song in the rotation, immediately hiting ready for both of them.

The arcade-bot snapped upright as the song began, her pants still around her ankles. The routine started with a foot on both the left and right arrows, and her attempt to comply sending her tumbling into Max. He caught her, her lithe body steaming, beeping, and putting off a strange electric hum.

"Here, let me help you!" Max pulled off her shoes and pulled her pants from her ankles, propping her back up with a tender squeeze of her cute butt. She was barely able to remain upright, smoke rushing from her as sparks rained down on the dance pad. Her beeping was a near-constant tone, and Max knew it wouldn't be long now.

"A-another g-g-game!" she demanded, pointing at the card reader.

"Sure!" Max started, theatrically pulling out his card before pausing. "Although… isn't this one on you? I mean, you ''did'' just lose…"

"L-lose!?" she gasped.

"Twice."

"L-l-losssszzzzze!?" She quivered in a pique of rage, bending down for her pants to retrieve her wallet, presenting Max with the opportunity to give her ass its biggest smack yet. The sharp report from his hand meeting the soft, smooth artificial skin of her round cheek elevated the beeping alarm to a shrieking pitch. She moaned desperately, her systems on the verge of destruction. She fumbled the arcade card in her trembling hands while Max backed away, the billowing smoke and electrical discharges around her intensifying. She pressed the card against the reader, registering the payment with a chime that caused her to flinch back, a stunned expression on her face. "E-rror, v-v-iolation in pri-pri-primary functionnnn~!" she squeaked, her internal alarm a piercing squeal of warning before the arcade bot exploded on the dance pad into pieces of sparking detritus. There was nothing left of either her or the front of the arcade cabinet that didn't feature sparking wires and exposed circuitry.

Max glanced around, hoping that Anne had witnessed this latest effort of his - but he only saw a few other twitchy mall bots manically tending to their shops. Of course, if she really ''had'' been watching and he had known, he would have been far too self-conscious to do what he just did… Or maybe he was finally ready to lose his inhibitions, really do something funny and clever and ''sexy'' with the bots in front of her, and then…? "Just… one more by yourself," he vowed, setting off again.

==Part 8==
Stepping through the mall, Max found evidence of Anne having her own fun: a headless lingerie sales clerk wearing a variety of mismatched items, a pile of parts that had once been the toy shop bot.

Max arrived in front of a store filled with crystals, incense, and stone jewelry, its gorgeous proprietor seated in the back. She wore her dirty blond hair loose around her shoulders, dressed in nothing more than cut-offs and a sleeveless blouse that show off her big hips, thick thighs, and large chest, her exposed waist with its navel piercing shockingly slender amidst all her curves. She sat with her bare legs crossed as she casually read a book entitled, 'Cosmic Tantric Pleasure'."

Max strolled in, a bit surprised the bot didn't immediately respond to his arrival. She even seemed relatively stable compared to the others, just swaying slightly to the softly playing sitar music. A moment later, she looked up from her book, a lazy smile on her face - but from the energy in her eyes, Max knew she was under the same effects as all the other bots. "S-sorry I didn't see you there!" she said with an absent-minded charm. "So, like... what can I help you with?" Her weighty breasts jostled as she suddenly sat upright, as if she is trying to compensate for her too-casual first impression.

"Just looking at a few of the crystals here..." Max said, poking at one of the displays.

She slid off her stool and came bouncing over to him. "Oh, like the pyrite can help deflect negative energy? And the hematite is for stress of course... and the rose quartz here," she picked up a large pinkish crystal, handing it to Max, "this is for, like... love? If that's... something you need help with?" She gave him a giddy smile, her thick thighs squeezing together. As she waited for an answer, he heard a faint ''pop''! from inside her, a thin trickle of smoke rising from her brilliantly white teeth.

"Yeah, I suppose I've been in need of some help with love...", Max replied, giving her a pointed look. "There's this girl who works at the mall, long, dirty blonde hair, on the bustier side... You think this'll help?"

"Oh..." she said, sounding a little disappointed. "I mean, that's what these crystals do! So, like, whoever the lucky gal is, try holding it when you talk to her and, you can feel it sending vibrations of love!" She paused, giving him a sly look. "Wait a minute... when you... are you... am I... what's going on here?" He heard a slight buzzing sound coming from her head.

"Is something wrong?" Max asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Umm... are you, like... t-talking about m-me?" she asked, her head ticking to the side.

Max gave a noncommittal shrug. "What do you think?"

"Oh, ummm... like, I'm b-busty, right?" she asked, hesitantly squeezing her chest. "And d-dirty blond, right?" She tugged on her hair, "And it's p-pretty long... th-that's three out of three! So, like... th-that's me!" She suddenly looked uncertain. "R-right?"

Max gave her a slight nod and she responded with a tiny squeak, seemingly delighted at the affirmation. "So how do I know if the crystal is working?" He asked, reaching out to put his hands around her waist.

"Oh, it's d-definitely w-w-working its magic!" she said between panting breaths. There was a faint fizzling sound that culminated in another tiny explosion, a trail of smoke drifting from her heaving chest.

Max swallowed hard as the bot's chest pressed against him, and he found himself wondering just how much he could get away with before she inevitably exploded. ''There's always that warning sound so I'll know when she's about to go up'', he told himself, lifting up her top. ''Anne wouldn't have sent him off if this isn't what she had intended, right? And she wouldn't put him in any real danger, right?''

He ended up having to pull open the blouse to get it over her bare breasts, the sales-bot emitting a slight giggle. Max took hold of each, his hands sinking into the soft artificial flesh, her nipples quickly hardening between his fingers. "W-woah, your h-hands! I-I've never f-felt such in-t-tense energyyyy before!"

Max squeezed her denim cut-offs around her hips, down her plump thighs, unsurprised to see she wasn't wearing underwear. She bit her lip as Max tossed her cut-offs aside, saying under her breath, "I c-can already tell from your aura this is g-going to be, like, a powerful experience." He didn't quite no what to expect from the programming of a retail-bot in this scenario, but it wasn't her aggressively putting a hand down his pants and gripping his straining member, exclaiming, "Oh, w-wow! Y-you feel like you're about to explode!" Her electronics chittered noisily as she pulled his cock free, making strong eye contact as she guided him into her.

"You have n-no idea," Max gasped, feeling the sales-droid's sex enveloping him. Her beeping set off as soon as he entered her, accelerating swiftly as Max squeezed her juicy backside, pumping his hips against hers where they stood, driving her against the wall of the shop. She spread her arms behind her, arching her back and proclaiming, "I c-can already feel your en-energy flowing inside of me!" Her large breasts quivered as each thrust slammed her into the wall, rattling the crystals, the smell of incense and essential oils giving way to burning electronics.

Max realized he was about to climax only a second before he came, his head swimming as he released inside the gasping bot. "Oh f-f-fuck!" she squeaked, the alarm beeping growing louder and indistinct, and she stared at the lights growing brighter in her body. "I can s-see the energy b-building inside of me!" Smoke flowed freely from all over her form as she fondled her own breasts, staring in amazement at the spreading glow of her own overloading components.

Max held on for far too long, sinking his hands into her curves until her suddenly realized the imminent danger he was in. He released her, slipping free and stumbling back from the overloading bot. "S-so you like the c-crystal, right?" she stammered. "It's only one hundred and s-seventy five d-dollars p-plus ''<ahhhhh>'' tax!"

Despite everything else happening in front of him, Max balked. "A hundred and seventy five bucks for a fake magic rock?"

Her face flashed with annoyance. "F-fake?" Sparks jetted from her body, the beeping alarm a single note. "N-nothing in th-this s-sstore is fffaaaa-" the energy inside her flared into a bright pink before she exploded into hunks of plastic and circuitry.

Once the smoke had cleared, Max glanced around to see if Anne had witnessed any of what just occurred, but she was still nowhere to be seen. She ''had'' told him where to find her, of course… convinced that if this didn't satisfy her condition of 'more horny' then nothing would, he set off in the direction of the food court.

Naughty or Nice

2023-12-27T06:25:02Z

LongTimeLurker: /* Part 7 */

=Naughty or Nice=
==Part 1==
“Would you look at the ass on this elf!?”

Max glanced over from his work to see Anne lifting the skirt of the “Christmas Elf” he had just unboxed. Beneath her frilled green hem, jingling with tiny brass bells, he saw the elf’s shapely contours in stark detail. He was almost mesmerized by the way the red and white of her candy-striped tights stretched across the smooth, round surfaces of her cheeks.

“Uh… yep!” Max agreed, hastily forcing his attention back to prying open the next crate.

“’Yep?’ You see the plum pudding they gave Jingle here, and all you can say is, ‘Yep?!’”

“What am I supposed to say?” he grunted, prying open another corner of the human-sized wooden crate. That ass is not half as nice as yours? Even in her uniform’s drab khakis, Anne’s generous hips and bountiful backside could not be suppressed, its tantalizing swells and the precise curvature of her panty line seared into his mind’s eye.

“I dunno, maybe show some enthusiasm for just how horny this setup is going to be? Oh shit,” she gasped. “These elves are kinda stacked… and I think they even gave them nipples! C’mon Max, check this out - I know you’re a breast man!”

He felt his face flush as he glanced up again, his eyes inadvertently but inevitably finding Anne’s full, round, and perfect breasts, an enticing glimpse of pale cleavage peeking through the unbuttoned grey of her work polo. She beamed as she tested the blankly-staring elf’s chest, her apple-cheeks glowing from a wide grin. “I’m kinda busy here,” Max muttered, starting on the last corner of the crate.

“Jeez, what’s with you tonight?” she asked, moving on to explore the robotic elf’s nearly identical ‘sister’, Sprinkles.

“This just wasn’t how I planned on spending my Friday night!” The crate’s lid groaned as it came loose with a final pry.

“Somewhere you’d rather be than an empty mall with the E-Cell assistant manager and salesperson of the month for November?” Anne asked, a faint pout not entirely sarcastic in her voice.

He dropped the crowbar, startling them both as it hit the floor with a metal clang. “Sorry,” he said, meeting her dark brown eyes. “It’s not you, I just had this sprung on me last minute. Why are you stuck here, anyway? Is Troy picking you up?”

“Maybe I just want to spend some quality time with my work-husband,” she said airily, going back to prodding the elf-bot. Max felt relief when a smile returned to her pink lips. She was right, he should be enjoying a late-night hang with her. Despite seeing her regularly throughout the day, it was nice to be around her after closing. She was so much more relaxed, none of that ‘sales-mode’ she seemed to be stuck in during mall hours. At night, she’d let her dark, auburn hair fall down over her shoulders, undo the top buttons on her shirt... he shook his head, refocusing on the task at hand.

“You know what I think it is?” Max asked aloud, pushing aside the wooden lid. “It’s that last year, we had a human Santa.”

“Buddy, if you’re lamenting the displacement of the human workforce by horny robots…“ she manipulated Sprinkles’ arms until the droid was grabbing its own breasts, “…then you’re a little late to the party.”

“Yeah, yeah, I saw the new girl at the sunglasses store.” A supermodel fitted with cheekbones that had to have been machine-milled.

“The sunglasses girl is when you noticed? Not the garden store? Not Teddy Bear Palace? That artisanal olive oil place? Every barista at every Star Roast? The inform-”

“Wait, olive-oil girl is a robot?!” Max exclaimed. “But she’s always eating those sticky buns!” A second later. “Wait, is the sticky buns guy a robot?”

Anne snorted. “Of course he is. “ While adjusting the elf’s jaw into a rapturous grin, she muttered, “Still wouldn’t mind him stickying my buns, though…”

“But wait, you’re saying they built a robot that craves pastries?”

“And that sells overpriced olive oil! The latest bots do all sorts of ‘behavioral emulations’, ways to appear human so apathetic shoppers and particularly dense IT workers don’t kick up a fuss while all the flesh-and-blood staff are replaced by plastic-and-oil sales drones.”

Max sighed. “Man, I thought I had a real rapport with olive-oil girl.”

“That must be why you call her as ‘olive-oil girl’,” she muttered, carefully tilting the elf’s head back.

“We’re not on a first name basis or anything, but…”

Anne rolled her eyes. “Did you buy some artisanal olive oil from her?”

“Some citrus-infused vinegar, actually,” Max said, a little defensive.

“That is the entire basis of your ‘rapport’, an if-else statement that runs flirt dot E.X.E whenever you pay a five-hundred percent markup.” She finished posing the elf who now appeared to be having a religious experience while grabbing her breasts. “Whereas our relationship will always be strictly unprofessional, and I would never have it tainted by something as tawdry as commerce.”

“You made me fix your broken phone last week!”

“Yes, but I didn’t pay you for it!” she said with prim satisfaction, moving on to pose Jingle.

Max shook his head, glancing at the paper taped to the Styrofoam lid inside the crate, warnings in bold and italics stressing the importance of immediately updating Mrs. Claus after unpacking her. “Robots everywhere… I can’t believe I didn’t notice…”

Anne sidled up next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, cheer up! Is it the existential crisis that's got you down? Or is it olive-oil girl being less Olive, and more oil?”

“You are the literal worst,” Max groaned, trying not to give her the satisfaction of a smile. “Just help me get Mrs. Claus on her feet.”

“Ooh!” Anne exclaimed excitedly, stopping Max before he could remove the inner lid. “Do you think she’s, like, a super sexy dominatrix Mrs. Claus? Because after those two elves…”

“I’m guessing the Eastbrook Mall opted for the more traditional ‘milk-and-cookies granny’.” He pulled up the lid and was a little disappointed to see he was correct. Inside was a quintessential grandmother dressed in red velvet trimmed with white fur, a pair of gold-rimmed spectacles perched on her bulbous nose.

“OK,” Anne said, only slightly deterred, “but what kind of ass is she working with?”

“Probably more prune than plum,” Max replied, the two of them lifting the inert figure out of the crate. “Plug her in, would ya?” He picked up the control tablet, ‘Mrs. Claus’ appearing in the list of devices beneath Jingle and Sprinkles as soon as Anne attached the power cord. He was surprised at the myriad options available when he selected her – among them, a particular slider caught his eye.

“Hey, Anne,” he called, his finger poised.

“Hm?” she asked, pulling her head from beneath Mrs. Claus’s dress.

“Check this out.” Max ramped the slider all the way down – in response, the machinery within Mrs. Claus hummed to life. Her skin drew tight across her as she stood up straight from her stooped posture, her shawl parting slightly from the swell of a bosom filling the blouse beneath. Her gray curls loosened into golden ringlets beneath her lacey bonnet, framing the face of a beautiful woman at least fifty years younger than the one they had unpacked.

After a moment of stunned silence, Anne stalked toward him. “Give! Me! That!” she demanded, snatching the tablet out of his hands.

“Don’t fuck with her too much,” Max cautioned. “I haven’t updated her yet, and-“

“I can’t believe this!” Anne exclaimed, her fingers flitting across the settings screen. “Who knew Mrs. Claus was so into discipline!” She guffawed, then quickly pulled the tablet away when Max tried to see what she was doing. “When I’m done!” Max stepped back, watching with growing curiosity while Anne continued to adjust settings, muttering to herself, “Some of this… definitely this… why, Mrs. Claus, I had no idea!”

“We should probably update her, though…” Max tried again.

Anne ignored him, running her finger swiftly up and down the tablet's surface. The statuesque beauty suddenly withered back to the kind-faced septuagenarian, then immediately springing into her young, gorgeous incarnation. “Naughty! Nice!” Anne repeated as the droid shrank and grew between the two extremes, machinery inside her facilitating this repeated transformation starting to whine and hiss. “Wait, are her boobs getting bigger every time I do this?” Anne muttered, going faster still.

“Anne, I can see smoke!” Max cried, snatching the tablet from her.

“But I’m not done!” she exclaimed in manic glee, snatching it back. “Just let me-“ the tablet suddenly fell from their hands, cracking sharply against the concrete floor.

“Fuck,” Max summarized, looking between the shattered screen and a young, busty Mrs. Claus, smoke wisping from beneath her red bonnet.

“Max…” Anne started, but was cut off by the metronomic clacking of stiletto heels.

Both her and Max turned to the fast-approaching Evangeline Eastbrook, the mall’s heiress, proprietor, manager, spokeswoman, figurehead – her position wasn’t entirely clear, but what Max did know was that she was his superior many times over, and her sudden appearance never made things easier for him.

“What is this shit?!” she demanded, gesturing at the smoldering, voluptuous blond robot and the lewdly displayed elf.

“Ms. Eastbrook, you’re looking lovely this evening!” Anne attempted. It was true, but when wasn’t it? Evangeline was always immaculately put together, a mannequin perfectly proportioned for the sheer pencil skirt suits she wore. There was never a hair out of place in her severe platinum bob, her austere makeup applied with laser-precision across a face no wrinkle or laugh line would dare besmirch.

She turned to Anne. “E-Cell is starting its new holiday promotion tomorrow.”

“Right as ever, Ms-“

“Then why are you here?”

“Just… helping…” Anne finished meekly. With an apologetic look toward Max, she turned and left, managing her departure with some dignity for the first few steps before breaking into an all-out sprint back to her store.

“And I repeat,” Evangeline stated, the weight of her full attention shifting back to Max. “What. Is. This. Shit?”

“We… I fucked up. Completely! But I promise, this will all be fixed by the time we open!” Her perfect lashes closed slightly, focusing her gaze into a drill-press that Max could feel at the exact midpoint between his eyes. “er… fixed before we open! Hours before we open!”

Finally, Evangeline relented. “Let’s hope that you do,” she said, striding over to Sprinkles and restoring the elf to a more natural pose. “And I want these two ‘elves’ plugged into my security system ASAP.”

“...Security?”

“They’re supposedly Holdfast compatible. If so, I could use them in the off-season for patrol and incident response.” Max was having trouble imagining the spritely pair hauling off some rowdy drunk, even if they did lose the tights and bells. “And I want to know if they’re actually going to work, or if I need to send them back.”

“You can count on me,” Max said, trying not to stress over the myriad compatibility issues he was bound to face, given their security system was a few updates behind.

“I suppose we’ll see, won’t we?” Evangeline said coldly before turning away, the clack of her heels echoing in his mind long after her departure.

“Well,” Max sighed, retrieving the cracked and glitching tablet from the ground. “Time to get to work.”

==Part 2==
“Happy Holidays, Jingle is online!” Jingle the elf cheered to no one in particular, flinging her arms wide in untamed exuberance. She fixed Max with her twinkling hazel eyes and said, “To continue with the setup process, please accept the license agreement on your tablet, OK?”

Max glanced between the grinning bot’s radiant plastic smile and the cracked screen – of course the EULA was hidden behind streaks of broken diodes.

“Do you have a vocal setup process?” Max asked after a few blind taps on what might have been the EULA’s accept button yielded no results.

“Sure, do!” she said with a giggle. “I’ll just need the setup passphrase! You’ll find it, along with several other helpful resources, in the packet marked ‘Start Here.’”

Max sifted through the quick-start guides and colorful offers for upgrades and accessories to transform them into witches, pilgrims, ‘secret shoppers’... He eventually found the card he was looking for. “Um… Register Jingle four X seven… pumpernickel, gumdrop, Vixen.”

She gave a slight shiver, then dove into a somersault, springing up with her bells jingling inches away from him. “Now it’s time to get me hooked up to your network!” she announced, though Max wondered exactly how her programming was guiding her, and why it would have her standing at a distance that could only be described as ‘intimate’. He watched her smiling face, its faintly artificial sheen offset by a smattering of freckles, waiting for her to give some indication why she was this close. But she only stood there, eyes twinkling as they looked into his.

Telling himself he just wanted to ‘see what would happen’, he leaned down to kiss the fay-faced robot on her smiling lips. Immediately she stood on her toes to meet him with a chaste peck, but this was followed by a coy smile that seemed to promise more. “Perhaps you’d like to unwrap your present early…” she said demurely, a finger toying with the ends of her choppy pixie cut.

Max cleared his throat and took a step back, reminding himself that he still needed this job, and getting intimate with the Christmas Elf bot when he had a looming deadline was probably not the best use of his time. “Please connect to network E-M underscore-”

“Sorry?” she said, wearing a confused expression.

“Um… can we resume setup? Y’know, connecting you to our network?”

“Of c-course!” she stammered, her head ticking before her cheery smile returned. “Let’s c-continue with my s-setup!”

“It’s network E-M underscore H-F, and I’ve got the security image… here.” He thumbed through the authenticator on his work phone, showed her the swirling security image. She stared at it, her eyes flashing briefly.

“This is a Holdfast enabled security network. Would you like me to enable my integrated security functionality?”

Max dared to hope it might be just this easy. “Yes, please do.”

She shifted her weight slightly, her face taking on an alarmed expression. “Uh-oh! It looks like you’re not on the latest version! You’ll have to update your Holdfast Security Software before we can continue!”

“Uh… admin override?” he tried.

“Sorry, I don’t know what you mean!”

Max was certain he couldn’t get the network software upgraded in the hours remaining, given that he had been running into strange errors whenever had he attempted over the past week. A wild thought occurred to him, and he approached the elf again, putting his arms around her waist.

“But if you’d like to take a break from the setup process,” she whispered.

“Please try connecting again,” Max said, and she adopted a confused expression before responding with a hesitant, “O-OK!” Max immediately kissed her fully on the lips, feeling an electric shudder course through the bot. When he finally broke from her, she wore a distant, glazed expression.

“C-connectionnnn… up-updaaaate…re-re-re-re-re-re-”

“Try connecting again for me?”

After a long pause, she gave him a vacant smile. “Connection es-st-stablished!”

Max gave a fist pump, daring to hope he might actually sort this out. “Can you configure the other elf?”

“Of course!” Jingle pranced over to the other elf, taking hold of both of her hands. A moment later, Sprinkles’s eyes flew open, her face mirroring her partner’s sugary smile. “Sprinkles is on-line!”

Hoping to carry the momentum, Max said, “OK, now activate Mrs. Claus!”

“You got it!” “Right away!” The two elves skipped over to the busty and broken Mrs. Claus, each taking one of her hands. Jingles looked at the other elf and frowned. “Uh-oh! It looks like Mrs. Claus might need some T.L.C!”

“But don’t worry!” Sprinkles continued. “We can take care of the return process and have her back her, lickity-split!”

“No, no!” Max exclaimed, running up to them. “I need her tonight!”

“Thanks to our fast and easy return process, we can have a replacement shipped within hours, with a guaranteed arrival time of two business days!” Jingle and Sprinkles were already maneuvering Mrs. Claus back into her box, although her youthful and curvaceous transformation was making the fit into the granny-mold packaging difficult. “And if you’ve been watching the calendar as closely as we have, you’ll know that still leaves plenty of time for holiday fun!” Sprinkles gave him a wink that he could only interpret as deliberately antagonizing.

“Before we order the replacement, can you just… let me try to fix her first?”

“I’m sorry, but that would violate her warranty!” Sprinkles said with effusive holiday cheer.

As he considered how kissing might be used to alter their directives once more, Max decided to take a slightly more practical route. “Um… hey, can the two of you do a quick patrol of the mall? Before we handle her return?”

“Of course we can!” Jingle said without hesitation, taking Sprinkles’s hand. “C’mon, Sprinkles!”

Max watched the two elves go skipping off, having his doubts about their off-season utility as guards. “That’s Evangeline’s problem…” Turning back to the awkwardly sprawled Mrs. Claus, half-stuffed into her packaging, Max walked over and tried powering her on with a prolonged press on the back of her neck. He heard a troubling buzzing sound emanating from inside her, culminating in a sharp electric pop! Immediately regretting his decision, Max was about to power her off again when her eyes fluttered open. She stared outward vacantly for several seconds before Max asked, “Mrs. Claus? Are you online?”

Her eyes narrowed, fixing him with a contemptuous glare. “Someone has been a very naughty boy!”

Max chuckled. “You don’t know the half of <urk!>” Mrs. Claus’s hand shot out, gripping his throat as she extracted herself from her packaging.

“And someone needs to be taught some respect!” she continued, drawing herself up on her feet. Max immediately regretted letting Anne have the tablet at all, certain that this combination of a haughty and imposing Mrs. Claus was entirely her doing.

“Power off!” Max wheezed, clutching at her grip. Dozens of protocols and safety features have intervened before her hand exerted even the slightest pressure on his neck, but clearly there were a number of things not quite right with this bot.

“Every year, children around the world conduct themselves with d-dig-dignity and obedience,” she continued, ignoring his command as a slight electric stutter marred her speech.

“S-stop choking me!”

She dropped him to the ground, planting a black leather boot upon his chest and forcing him on his back when he tried to sit up. “And here you are, flaunting their example by reveling in wickedness and perversity!”

“Mrs. Claus, help!” Max tried, hoping to trigger the aid protocol that was present in almost every ‘bot.

“I intend to!” she said in a discomforting whisper, leaning forward with her golden ringlets spilling over her shoulders, her large bust gently shifting beneath a blouse whose straining buttons were poised to be sent flying at any moment. “And that begins with the fun-fun-fundamentallllsszzz-“ her blue eyes crossed, a whisp of smoke drifting from her scowling lips, and Mrs. Claus froze. Max quickly tried to push her boot off his chest, but this only succeeded in destabilizing the bot. With a squeal from her protesting servos, Mrs. Claus collapsed on top of him, her chest smothering his face.

Under most other circumstances, Max would be delighted to be buried in such an ample bosom, silicon or no – but even ignoring the job he needed to do, this bot was proving to be far too unstable for comfort. Pushing her juddering form to one side, he scrambled on all fours for her packaging to find her administrator pass-phrase, only to feel a hand grab him by the ankle.

“Wheerrrrrre d-do you think you’re g-g-going?” she asked, pulling him effortlessly across the polished mall flooring before sitting heavily upon his back.

“Oof! Mrs. Claus, you need to power down, you’re dangerously malfunctioning and-“ Max’s cut his desperate plea short when he heard another voice sounding even more frustrated than his own.

“You’re not listening, I work here!”

Glancing behind him past the blonde bot perched upon his back, he saw Anne being dragged toward the display by Jingle and Sprinkles, the elf ‘sisters’ smiling pleasantly despite Anne’s protests.

“What are you two doing?!” Max exclaimed. “Let her go!”

The two bots immediately complied, though Sprinkles began, “This unit is running compromised software and presents a severity one threat to-“

“Yes, I’ll update you as soon as I can!” Max interrupted, watching as Anne’s own panic-stricken face gave way to wide-eyed amazement at his current predicament.

“So, uh, Max. How’s the setup going?”

Delivering a quick swat to Max’s backside, Mrs. Claus responded, “Max has been a very naughty b-boy!”

“He has, hasn’t he?” Anne said with a smirk. “If only someone could teach him some discipline.”

Mrs. Claus gave an arch laugh that quickly became corrupted with static.

“What the fuck, Anne!?” Max gasped. “This is… she’s…here, there’s an admin passphrase in her box, just read it to her and get her the fuck off of me.”

“Now, when you say, ‘in her box’,” Anne recoiled at the look Max gave her and stepped over to Mrs. Claus’s packaging, rummaging through it while the buxom blonde produced another series of sparks from her absently staring head. “OK!” Anne announced, pulling out a stiff piece of card stock. “Listen up Mrs. Claus X twenty-three… `Candy-Cane, Tinsel, Donner, Dew-Drop.’”

Mrs. Claus shuddered, giving off more sparks. “W-would you like to begin the setup process?” she asked calmly.

Anne chewed her lip for a moment, ignoring the initially incredulous and then desperate shakes of Max’s head. “Mmm… how about first you punish that very naughty boy you’re sitting on.”

“Oh my god, Anne!” Max gasped, trying to wriggle out beneath the Mrs. Claus-bot while she quickly pinned him to the floor.

Anne smirked. “Hey, you started this when you sent the elves after me…”

“That wasn’t on purpose!”

She shrugged. “It also wasn’t as funny.”

Mrs. Claus leaned in close, whispering, “This will go much better for you if you j-just accept your punishment…”

“Alright, Anne,” Max muttered, craning his neck to see the two stock-still elf-bots. “Jingle! Sprinkles! Whatever Mrs. Claus does to me, I want you to do to Anne!”

Anne looked confused for a moment right before the elves pounced on her, knocking her to the mall floor and then sitting across her back in tandem.

“Touché,” muttered Anne, looking across the vinyl floor at her similarly compromised co-worker.

“Balls in your court,” Max remarked, patiently waiting for her to end this. But when she only grinned at him, Max was forced to admit he had grossly underestimated what she was willing to tolerate.

==Part 3==
“What are you waiting for?!” Anne asked the shuddering Mrs. Claus. In response, the buxom bot sat upright with a whir, raised a hand, and brought it swiftly down upon Max’s backside in a sharp swat across his trousers. While Max recoiled from the strike, the elf-bots did as he had instructed and mirrored the motion, a pair of slaps across Anne’s larger posterior. Anne only grinned and said, “Mrs. Claus, I think Max’s pants are getting in the way of proper punishment.”

“Anne, what the fuck!? This looks bad enough as it is – but if Evangeline finds us with… stop that!” Mrs. Claus dutifully began to work at his button and zipper, her stiff mechanical fingers overpowering his own attempts to remain fully clothed until she tore his khakis free with a sharp tug. Across from him, it seemed Anne was actually helping the elves, wriggling her hips as they both drew her own khakis across her wide curves – and he couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of her black panties, their elastic biting into the plush expanse of an ass that fully lived up to his embarrassingly frequent imaginings.

A sudden slap across his boxers stunned him from his reverie, and the two elves spanking Anne stunned him back into it. He felt confused, aroused, and incredibly frustrated at this predicament, calling out, “Anne! What is it you’re trying to do here?!”

She flashed a knowing grin, biting her lip when the elves swatted her rump once more in response to Mrs. Claus’s continued punishment. “Can’t you just enjoy the moment?” Seeing his forlorn expression, she sighed, and said, “You know, all you’d have to do is spank her right back.”

“Wha? How?!” In what was meant to be a demonstration of futility, he attempted moving his arms to reach Mrs. Claus’s butt where it sat upon his waist, only to discover he actually could. Abandoning his complaint of the impossibility of it, he instead argued the practicality: “And what exactly is that supposed to accomplish!?”

“Just give it a go!”

Not expecting much, Max contorted his arm and blindly delivered as solid a swat on Mrs. Claus’s curvaceous rump as he could. Beneath her woolen coat, he felt the give of her plastic backside, followed by the bot sitting bolt upright. There was a looping buzzing sound, every time ending in a sharp electric snap. “What’s happening?” Max asked.

“In simple terms,” Anne explained, “you attempted to reverse her role from dom to sub, but it looks like she’s having some trouble switching gears. In fact, she seems to be locked in a feedback loop that’s only going to end when her CPU overheats to the point of igniting her inadequately shielded cranial battery pack.”

“She’s going to explode because I touched her butt!?”

“To be fair, you spanked that ass! And to even fair-er, she was not in a good state when this whole thing kicked off.”

“When you made her tackle me!” Max said, writhing out from beneath the bot as she sank on her haunches, her head twitching, smoke beginning to leak from her mouth and ears. “Mrs. Claus, shut down! Power off! Emergency shut down!” he tried, almost tripping over his pants as he scrambled to her packaging and frantically flipped through the minimal ‘quick-start’ guide for some clue on how to power her off.

“Just sit back and watch the show!” Anne suggested, still pinned by the two elves with her own khakis around her thighs.

“If Mrs. Claus literally explodes, I’m fucking done here!” Max ran over to the smoldering bot, putting his fingers beneath her chin and at her temples, pressing firmly for several seconds. He only felt her becoming warmer to the touch as one of her eyes squinted at him. “N-naught-t-tyyyy b-b-boyyyy!”

Anne rolled her eyes. “So you lose your job at a place that has fired ninety percent of its human staff only a few months before they figure out how to shitcan the remaining ten?”

“IF that happens, that’s two months where I can still make rent!” Max leaped back from Mrs. Claus at the sudden eruption of sparks. There was a fizzling sound, and Mrs. Claus’s head shot from side to side, strands of her synthetic her blonde hair wilting from the heat. “Naught-t-t-tyyy not-not-not niiiiice not naughty not naught nice not-“ she squealed in an increasingly high-pitched tone. With a final chastising look at Max and a clear pronouncement of “Naughty!”, her head went up in an almost festive explosion of tinsel and flame.

Max uncoiled from his defensive crouch, staring at the smoke and sparks still pouring from the jagged remnants of the robotic Mrs. Claus’s neck, when he heard a voice shriek, “What in the name of God is happening here?!” The rapid clacking of Evangeline’s approach sent Max’s already frazzled nerves into a state of sheer panic. Even Anne appeared flustered, hastily working at her phone.

Knowing this was an entirely lost cause, that there was nothing he could say or do that would change the outcome, Max sheepishly pulled up his ripped pants and said, “Ms. Eastbrook, there is an explanation...”

“For why Mrs. Claus’s head just exploded? For why those two elves are straddling Miss Keyes’s pelvis? Perhaps there is even a very good reason why her trousers are currently around her knees?”

“Elves on a pelvis,” Anne muttered to herself, still working at her phone.

“Is there something you wish to to add, Miss Keyes?” Evangeline snapped.

Something seemed to have changed in Anne, her attention entirely focused on her phone as her thumbs worked furiously at the screen. “Actually, yeah,” she said, working up the courage. “Max, I wanted to give this to you as a Christmas present, and I know it’s only November, but…”

“Enough!” Evangeline shouted. “I want both of you t-to.” She had a sudden nervous tick, cleared her throat, and began again. “I want b-b-both of of yooouuuu-“ Her words came at a slow drawl, her face locking into a sneer. Max didn’t know what to think - Was she having an aneurysm?!

“Unit compromised!” Jingles and Sprinkles both exclaimed, leaping up from Anne to rush toward Evangeline.

“What are you – get off of me!” Evangeline suddenly came to, trying to push the elf-bots away as they took her by either arm. “Max! Get control of these things!”

“Stop! Jingle, Sprinkles, let her go!” Max shouted, darkly amazed that the situation was still somehow getting worse for him and Anne. “Anne, are you controlling them?!”

“Not even a little!” Anne said, making no attempt to hide the delight in her voice.

“Sorry, but this unit must be powered down,” Jingle said, struggling to maintain her hold on Evangeline.

“And quarantined from the network!” Sprinkles added.

“Then power down!” Max commanded, rushing to aid his very-soon-to-be-ex boss.

“Unable to comply!” they both squealed in unison. “I am engaged in an active severity one security incident!”

“Max!” Evangeline hissed, her face contorted into a level of fury he had never before witnessed. “Get these two bots under control NOW!“

“Right! Uh…” resorting to the only thing that had worked before, Max swallowed and grabbed each of the elves by their surprisingly soft backsides, delivering a firm squeeze with both hands. Jingle and Sprinkles abruptly stopped grappling with Evangeline, jolting upright with an expression somewhere between, “Holiday Cheer” and “Unexpected Groping Exception.”

“Jingle? Sprinkles?” Max said, giving the springy material in each hand a vigorous massage, feeling their skin-tight leggings slipping across their smooth artificial skin. “Prepare to transfer administrative rights to Evangeline Eastbrook. Ms. Eastbrook, could you identify?”

“Yes, I’m Evangeline Eastbrook!” she barked, finally able to pull her arms free, beads of sweat forming on her formerly implacable brow.

“Initiate rights transfer now,” Max said, hoping this would work and that whatever madness was infecting them, they wouldn’t be able to take direct action against their admin. He drew back his hands and gave them each a spank for good measure.

“Transferred!” chirped Jingle, beaming like a maniac.

“T-transferrred!” Sprinkles voiced a half-second later. She suddenly turned to her partner and said, “Error – unit is under the control of a compromised A.I”

“Error!” Jingle responded, reminding Max of a petulant child as she repeated her companion’s line verbatim. “Unit is under the control of a-ack!” Her voice was cut short when Sprinkles lunged at her, and the two Elf robots immediately became locked in a wrestling match amid the high-pitched squeals of their vocalizations and their servos.

“I am fucking done with this shit!” Evangeline said, stepping around the two grappling bots to confront Max.

Shrinking from her approach, he pointed behind her and said, “If you don’t do something, they’re gonna tear each other to bits!” At that very moment, he saw Jingle rip open Sprinkle’s blouse, presumably trying to gain access to her core access panel.

“GOOD!” Evangeline roared. “Because THAT would be an easy warranty case to make! Whereas I don’t know HOW I’m going to explain what the two of you have done to Mrs. Claus.”

“Max introduced a conflict in her directive-“

“Anne, SHUT UP!”

“jus sayin’…”

Behind Evangeline, Jingle tossed aside the shredded remnants of Sprinkles’s top, exposing her candy-cane striped bra, while Sprinkles has managed to remove the same undergarment from her partner, Jingle’s pert plastic breasts bouncing wildly in the melee.

“Can we just get this over with,” Max asked, tearing his attention away from the robotic-Christmas-elf fight to the death. “I’m fired, right?”

“Obviously!” Evangeline paused, brushing the sweat from her forehead. “What’s more, you’ll be facing felony charges for what you’ve done here!”

Max flinched. “Wh-what felonies?!”

“Mmmmm,” Anne piped up, still lying on the ground, focused on her phone. “I’ll show you the list.”

“Anne, would you please start taking this seriously?” Max hissed.

“Neutra-tralize-lized!” Jingle announced, her fist now embedded in the chest of her counterpart, Sprinkles staring at the opening into her electronic inner workings with the same enthusiasm that she had exhibited since being powered on. Her bright eyes became crossed, smoke wafting from her smiling pink lips, as she squeaked, “Ha-happy me-merry en-en-enjoy hol-hol-holidayyyyy sea-sea-seasonnnnnn-!” Jingle tore her arm free, wrenching the core and most of its housing from the bot’s cavity. Sprinkles wavered for a few seconds before tipping forward, hitting the flooring hard with a plastic crunch. Jingle stood, twitching and topless, her tattered green dress falling away to leave her in nothing but her torn candy-stripe leggings and her jingling elf-shoes.

Evangeline seemed annoyed that she was still operational, but also seemed incredibly fatigued by the entire ordeal. “Elf-bot!” she demanded, loosening a button on her blouse while fanning herself with her free hand. “Take these two idiots to loss prevention.” She faced Max while the topless robotic elf took his arm, and said, “You both can wait there until the police arrive.”

“Mmmm,” Anne piped up again, still on her phone. “Not happening.”

“And why is th-that?” Evangeline stammered, hardly able to contain her fury, and frustrated even further when Jingle seemed to grind to a halt.

“Merry Christmas, Max!” Anne announced, tapping her phone. Max heard the mall powering up as shutters opened, store lights flicked on, and a banal holiday instrumental filled the air.

“What are you doing?” Max asked.

“Activating a virus in every bot – well, almost every bot – in the mall.”

Max glanced around nervously as various sales droids emerged from supply closets and storage rooms in a strange processional – dozens of beautiful sales droids vacantly opening up their respective shops. “What virus?” he asked.

“For that, I’ll turn to Miss Eastbrook’s to help explain. Or rather, demonstrate.” Max slowly turned from Anne to Evangeline, the ever-impeccably-dressed administrator undoing a second button on her blouse, frantically fanning herself, no longer following their conversation.

“Miss Eastbrook is… she’s a…?”

Above Evangeline’s tanned cleavage, a vent suddenly sprang open, and Max heard a number of fans wining in desperation.

==Part 4==
“You’ve d-done something to the climate control system!” Evangeline growled, the sudden vent on her chest going without notice or comment.

“I guess you could say that?” Anne said, finally putting her phone down and resting her chin on her arms, watching her manager with a look amusement. “Like in a very, very localized sense…”

Evangeline removed her jacket, her white blouse becoming translucent from the profusion of sweat – or coolant – beading across her body. “Whatever you’ve d-d-done,” she snarled at Anne. “t-turn it back down!”

“Is she – is she going to end up like Mrs. Claus?” Max could not stand Miss Eastbrook, but even if she was a robot, she was something more complex than the one that now sat headless only a few feet from her. It didn’t feel right just to watch her get destroyed.

Anne cocked her head. “Are you, like, actually worried about the fate of our tyrannical robot oppressor?”

“Yes?” Max said. “Like, she seems… she’s… she managed to fool both of us!”

“Let’s be real, every bot in this mall had you fooled. And not a single one of them has an ounce more computational power than that topless elf.” Jingle glanced down at Anne at the mention of ‘elf’, but displayed no further sign of comprehension.

Evangeline also didn’t seem to be following the conversation at this point, breathing heavily and fanning herself at a near impossible speed with both hands over the shrill scream of her internal cooling system.

“But she’s a lot more advanced than any of them, right?”

Anne’s incredulous expression faded, replaced by a look so sweet that he was certain she was about to eviscerate him with a sarcastic quip – but instead, she picked up her phone and quietly said, “Oh Max, you big softy…”

Suddenly, Evangeline froze, her head shivering into a confused stare while her fans seemed to be spinning down.

“What happened?”

“I got her out of there,” Anne said. “So whenever you feel like restoring the AI who is threatening you with jailtime, you now have that option! Oh, but that bot is still turbo-fucked.”

“Hi!” the bot that had been Evangeline exclaimed, putting on a smile he had only seen Evangeline wear when touring the mall with prospective investors. “I’m a-a-a busineswomannnn, and I’d love to show you the exciting opportunities we have for you at the missing retail con-configuration!” She beckoned him with a jerk of her head and a short, artificial laugh, saying, “Let me give you the guided tour!”

“So, she’s like…” Max looked at Anne searchingly.

“Pre-upgrade stock personality and missing a ton of her software configuration and customization,” Anne responded. “And, as I mentioned, turbo-fucked.”

“C’mon, let me g-give you the guided t-tour! The guided tour!” the sales-bot announced, wheeling about to almost trip over the slumped Mrs. Claus. She barely recovered, teetering on her heels as she gestured to the busty bot, smoke and sparks still drifting from her neck. “Holidays are always an exciting opportunity here at MALL, and we spare no expense in creating an exciting atmosphere to delight shoppers and their families!”

When Max only looked between this grinning sales-bot and Anne, Anne could barely contain herself. “Ohmygod Max, don’t just stand there, play with her!”

“Oh, uh…” Max looked back at her. “So… you know that, like… umm… like, you can see that this Mrs. Claus doesn’t have a head, right?”

The sales bot twitched, her smile growing even wider as her eyelids began to flutter. “Under c-construction, p-please pardon our mess!” she stammered, quickly pivoting toward the topless Jingle. “And if you look over here, you can see that our delightful and exciting Holiday Elf has a head, a feature a lot of our shoppers notice a-and appreciate here at MALL!”

“Dooooo your shoppers…” Max began slowly, “…also notice and appreciate bare breasts?” He glanced back at Anne, who gave him an encouraging thumbs-up.

It was clear from her shuddering movements and the acceleration of fans that the sales-droid was struggling to come up with a remotely appropriate response. Amid the whining buzz of her machinery, she finally blurted, “Yes! They are in-in-indistinguishable from the r-real th-thing! In fact, some shoppers say they even p-prefer them!”

Max blinked. “But… if they’re indistinguishable, then how could anyone have a preference?”

“Oh! Well! You s-s-s-seeeeeeee-“ the sales droid stammered, smoke once again rising from her. “You have to f-f-feel them to un-un-understand!” Her arm shot out, giving the elf-bot’s breasts a demonstrative squeeze.

Jingle directed her attention straight at the sales droid, cheerfully announcing, “Unit compromised!” She pawed ineffectually at the sales-droid’s body who in turn continued to work the elf-bot’s breasts in firm but halting motions, the elf-bot’s head ticking back and forth.

“F-feel th-them!” the sales-droid barked, grabbing Max’s wrist and stuffing his hand into Jingle’s pert chest. “Com-compare!” Grabbing his other hand, she plunged it into her own more bountiful cleavage where he could feel the heat blasting from her open vents.

“So, Max – can you feel the difference?” Anne teased.

He certainly could – the heat radiating from the sales-droid left her breasts with a tacky texture to them. The elf-bot felt far more natural, though his fingers tingled from an electric charge buzzing through her. But when he tried to make a witty observation for Anne’s benefit, he found himself tongue tied, still rather self-conscious. “Umm… they’re both… nice?” he offered.

Anne sighed, then shouted, “What about her ass?!”

The sales droid blinked for a long while, Max’s tentative fondling destabilizing her even further. “N-no detail-tail-tail is overlooked when pre-preparing for the holiday seaassszzzzzonnnnnn!” She roughly pulled his hands free, planting one on the elf-bot’s round rump, and shoving the other up the back of her own skirt. “What d-d-do you th-thinnnnk?” She asked, accompanied by a sudden flourish of sparks from her open panel.

One of Max’s hands cupped the absurdly bubbly backside of Jingle, the other half-tangled in sales-droid’s panties. He gave each a squeeze, the sales-droid delivered a sudden gasp and more sparks, while Jingle’s own hands suddenly seized upon the sales droid’s jawline. “U-u-uuuuunit compromised!” she chirped again. With the straining of servos, the elf-bot began to pull on the sales-droid’s head, the sales-droid still awaiting Max’s answer.

“Is the elf ''supposed'' to do that?” Max asked just as he heard a metallic snap from inside the sales-droid’s neck.

“Of c-c-courszzzze!” she responded, taking no action while Jingle strained harder, a few lights flaring from within her throat. “Here at MALL, we maintain an on-site staff of t-t-top tierrrrr I-T-T-T workers to ensurrrre all our ro-robotic-ic-ic assistants neverrrrr mal-mal-mal-mallll-“ Max felt the sales-droid’s ass clench suddenly as Jingle tore her head from her shoulders, sparks and coolant spraying down the sales droid’s open blouse. The fluid seeping through the vent triggered another wave of sparks, the headless body quivering with splayed fingers while smoke poured insider her. With a final tug, Jingle snapped the head free from the few lingering wires. The sales-droid never lost her smile, and even managed to finish her sentence with a tinny, “-malfunctionnnnnnn!”

Jingle unceremoniously dropped the platinum-blonde head to the floor, turning to face Max with an impish grin. “D-do you want t-t-to unnnnnnwrap your p-present early?” He could sense the heat coursing from her, through the shimmer in the air around her and from her rapidly warming ass.

“Should I be worried here?” Max asked.

Anne finally bothered to pull up her khakis, still grinning at the smoldering body that had formerly been Evangeline’s. Engaging with her phone again, she asked, “So… what happens if you smack that booty?”

After a moment’s hesitation, Max followed through on Anne’s idle speculation. Drawing back his hand, he brought it firmly against the elf’s bubbly backside, which suddenly began to shiver and hum. The elf stiffened as a ‘beeping’ emanated from inside her.

“Hmmm… might want to give her some room,” Anne cautioned, and he quickly moved beside her while the beeping sound continued from inside Jingle at a slow but accelerating tempo. “Earrrlyyyyy? P-p-presennnts?” The elf stumbled toward them, but seemed unable to make progress for after every few steps, she’d go stumbling back. “Wwweee b-build t-toys f-f-orrr g-g-girls and b-b-boyssss!” she sang, breasts bouncing amid her stiff movements. Steam drifted from her pointed ears, patches of her skin glowing an unsettling red.

“Anne, are you sure we shouldn’t-“

“Shut up and watch!”

Now frozen in place, the elf-bot quivered with an intense, manic grin, smoke pouring from every orifice and several unseen seams while the beeping accelerated into a steady tone, her backside still vibrating wildly. “M-mm-merrryyyyy-!” A moment later, the sizzling elf-bot erupted in a percussive explosion, plastic and silicon and fragments of candy-cane striped legs sailing overhead as Max and Anne reflexively ducked away.

“Ho-ly shit!” Anne exclaimed, overjoyed at the outcome while Max could only stare at the mess. What was meant to be a festive diorama of Santa’s workshop was a tawdry mess of broken robots and smoldering electronics.

Max felt more of a sinking feeling as he surveyed the scene. “I, uh… think we should probably… leave?”

“Max!” Anne said, grabbing him by the shoulders, then spinning him around. “Look! At! All! These! Bots!” Max saw the cheery pink-haired girl in her bows and apron behind the counter at the brightly lit candy-shop. At the mattress store, he saw that tightly-wound, dark-haired girl who was always hard-selling, now diligently prepping the show room, her stiff posture seemingly heightened by whatever Anne had done. Down the way were the discordant sounds of the arcade. Max noticed the casual goth girl he assumed just haunted the place was putting out a sign displaying an upcoming tournament schedule. “Every one of them is dialed up to a hundred and ten and ready to serve! So before we fuck off from this mall forever, I say we make this a night to remember.”

“Anne-“

“Listen to me! The security system is taken care of, we have this entire place to ourselves, and you owe Eastbrook Holdings LL fucking C absolutely nothing. What they’re gonna get when they come in tomorrow is a complete catastro-fuck of bots in pieces, and a lesson of what can happen when you spend inordinate amounts of money just to ensure you don’t have to share any of it with actual human fucking beings!”

“But-“

“No ‘buts’, Max!” Anne was practically trembling. “I wasn’t progra-“ She froze, a look of absolute shock on her face. Taking a moment to calm herself, she started again. “I didn’t have to do it this way, you know! I could’ve just blown these bots to bits while slow-walking out the main entrance, but I wanted us to have some fun on our last night together!”

“Wait, what was that… what do you mean, ‘our last night together’?”

“I… I mean at this mall! C’mon, Max!”

Max still wasn’t convinced she had done all of this for him, but he could not shake the appeal of what was she was offering, nor the understanding that he’d never have a chance at something like this again. Part of him just wanted to take Anne and go, sort out the mess with the disembodied AI that was Evangeline, maybe even find a way to keep their jobs. Then again… “We’re already on the naughty list,” Max said, looking at the bot in the candy shop. “Fine, let’s have some fun.”

Anne beamed at him, turning up the twee rendition of Sleigh Ride pumping through the mall speakers. “That’s the spirit! Merry fucking Christmas, Max!”

==Part 5==
Max took a deep breath and marched toward the candy store. his eyes fixed on the cheery bubble-gum-haired clerk. She wore a vibrant pink and white dress, matching the shop's searingly sweet pastel aesthetic, standing at vacant attention behind the counter. The moment he entered, she flashed a brilliant smile, clasping her hands in front of an apron drawn tight against her full bosom. "Welcome to the Sweet Shop!" she said in a treacly squeak. "Are you interested in t-t-trying any samples?"

There was a manic intensity to her that Max fully attributed to Anne's meddling, and he wondered how little it would take before she… ''broke? Malfunctioned? Exploded?'' He felt a jab in the back from Anne, and cleared his throat. "Yeah, uh… I'd like to… sample your sweets?"

She giggled, her hand toying with the buttons on her blouse. "Something sweet? Something s-sour? Wh-what's your f-favorite flavor of ice c-c-cream?" She had undone the buttons so casually that Max only noticed when her cleavage was fully visible behind the frill of her apron.

"V-vanilla?" Max responded, and he heard Anne snort. Turning to her, he defensively asked, "What?"

"Help me out here, what's the flavor that's a metaphor for the most boring thing imaginable? Is it Pistachio? Rocky road? Neapolitan…?"

"Vanilla's a classic! Just because everyone likes a thing doesn't mean-"

Anne cut him off, directing his attention back toward the sweet shop girl. She was bent over the ice cream case, her ripe cleavage on full display, jiggling as she mined a heaping scoop.

"Stop arguing with me and go ''fuuuuck'' with her!" Anne insisted, pantomiming a suggestion by cupping her own breasts through her shirt and giving them a playful squeeze.

"But I ''like'' arguing with you," Max muttered, hoping his gaze wasn't beyond what Anne would consider polite when making a show of playing with her tits. He turned back to the ice cream case, uncertain if the sweet-shop girl's protracted efforts and the presentation of her cleavage were her way of flirting or whether it was just difficulty stemming from Anne's virus. After stacking a massive scoop on the cone, she went back for another, providing another eyeful of her breasts cupped by the lacy trim of her pink bra.

Despite Anne's prodding, Max just stood back and watched until the shop girl emerged from the case with two giant scoops of vanilla ice cream perched precariously on a cone held beside her ample chest. "H-here's your s-s-sample!" she chirped.

Max couldn't decide whether to reach for her or for the cone, and he heard Anne mutter, "Any day now…"

Max cleared his throat. "Oh, uh… my friend over there thinks vanilla is boring. Maybe you can add something more exciting to the mix?"

The sweet-shop-bot's head cocked to the side, blinking at Max in uncertainty. "More ex-exciting?"

"Yeah, like… what would you recommend to spice things up?"

A subtle shiver went through the shop-bot's body, as if asking her for anything more than a specific flavor was taxing the limits of her systems. "Ummm…" she said, and Max could hear fans beginning to whir in the bot's voluptuous frame as she stalled for more processing time. "Ummm…" A panel sprang open on her chest, just above her double-scoop of cleavage, a thin trail of smoke drifting from inside. "Ummmmmmmm…?" Max could feel the heat radiating from her even across the counter, her complexion warming to a bright peach color. Rivulets of vanilla ran down the teetering helping of ice cream, and one of the scoops sloughed to the side, spilling over the edge of the cone to plop directly into the bot's open chest panel.

Max recoiled from the sudden blast of sparks erupting from her, the generous scoop of ice cream melting quickly into her internal systems, streams of liquid vanilla running across her breasts. Her glassy eyes opened wider as an accelerating beeping blared from somewhere inside her.

"I-I-If you g-give me j-just a moment, I w-w-will be with yyyouuu-" she stammered in a digitized voice, seizing up entirely, smoke gushing from her smiling lips, her eyes staring forward blankly. The beeping was now a shrill whine, electricity crackling across tits slathered in melted ice cream.

"V-vanilla is always a cu-cus-customer favorite!" the sweet shop girl announced with a large, plastic smile before exploding, plastic and circuitry pinging across glass jars of candy, the scent of charred electronics overpowering the shop's saccharine sweet aroma.

"Holy shit!" Max exclaimed, looking back at Anne. "Are you OK?!"

Anne gave Max a very serious look, tenting her fingers in front of her lips.

"It was a nice finish, but that was more luck than skill." Anne placed a hand on Max's shoulder, taking a moment to flick a clump of pink hair partially fused with the fragment of a circuitboard. "Max, I need you to do ''more'' with this."

"Anne, she ''exploded''!"

"Oh, for sure - Miss Two-Scoops did great. My notes are all for ''you''! Where was the passion!? The ''get-back''!? Max, where was the ''horny''!?"

Max flushed, hyper-focused on her hand now squeezing his shoulder. "Er… Anne, what exactly are you suggesting I-"

Anne scrunched her nose, shaking her head. "No, I see it now - It's ''me''!" Before Max could vocalize a word of the fervent rebuke bubbling up inside him, Anne continued, pulling her hand back to smash a fist into her palm. "How can I expect you to be uninhibited when I'm looking over your shoulder, being all ''judgy''! I should be supportive, on the other side of the mall!" She bit her lip, "Maybe in the food court, with Mr. Sticky Buns…"

Max gestured to the largest remaining piece of the sweet-shop-bot, saying, "It's not that I don't appreciate this… this, uh…"

"Turbo fuck virus," Anne helped.

"Sure, but I'd rather we do this together!"

"And we ''will''! However, right now you need to get in the right headspace, and you're not gonna do that with me here. Go! Have fun! Lose those inhibitions!" Anne patted his cheek, then turned on her heel. "Then come find me by the cinnamon roll place when you've gotten a few more busted bots under your belt, and you can show me what you learned." Max watched the departing sway of a plump backside that was giving far more to her drab khakis than they deserved.

"S-sure!" Max called, trying to figure out her motivations. She seemed to have a very specific idea in mind of what he ''should'' be doing - but why not just tell him? What was he supposed to do with directions of 'more get-back' and 'more horny'?

Anne's well-framed rump brought to mind another shop girl with an ass so perfect, she had to be a bot. Ideas swirled around his head as he made his way to the mattress store, thinking he just might know the sort of thing Anne had in mind.

==Part 6==
Max stepped into the bed-filled showroom of "Moonlight Mattresses", finding its clerk - its ''robot'' clerk - bent over a mattress. She was tucking the bedsheets in almost as tightly as her khakis were fitted around her magnificently round ass. Max didn't think it was a coincidence that she was positioned perfectly for a customer to have this view right when they walked in, even though she feigned surprise when glancing over her shoulder. "Hello there!" she exclaimed with a buzzing voice. She straightened stiffly, spinning abruptly on her heel to face him, her ever-present professional cheer seemed even more forced than usual, everything about her somehow 'tighter' - her black hair wound in a neat bun, her close-fitting pants, her tucked polo, her gleaming white smile. "What brings you in here to-today?"

"Oh, I just wanted a look at that nice ass of yours." Max's attempt at nonchalance was scuttled by his voice cracking on the last syllable. But given her reaction, he wondered if that remark alone would be enough for her to blow her top - her eyes flared open, her mouth fell slack, a series of tics played out across her face. She managed to restore some semblance of normalcy, though a trail of smoke still drifted from her ear. "I... my.... if-if-if it's cushioning you're interested in, th-then look no further than our Sleepwell premium line of latex pillows, molded for a p-perfect night's rest!"

She walked stiffly to a nearby bed, picking up a pillow and turning a precise 180 degrees to face him, holding it awkwardly in her arms. "C-come f-feel how s-soft th-this is!"

"Uh… How about I feel your ass instead?" Max's heart was thudding as he sought to embrace Anne's edict of bot-busting - would she have given him points for directness or would she have been disappointed in his lack of wordplay?

The clerk froze with a look of stunned confusion, a sudden jet of sparks firing from her temple. In the ensuing silence Max heard a quiet beeping sound emanating from inside her. She abruptly snapped to with a look of unbridled confidence, saying, "I g-g-guarantee that if you com-com-compare the two, you will p-prefer the relaxing give y-yet f-firrrrrrrm resilience of our Sleepwell line!" She wheeled in place and prostrated herself across the bed, elevating her ass slightly in the air, then set the pillow next to her. "T-try them both and y-you'll see the difference between m-my ass and our t-top selling p-pillow!"

Not wanting to squander the opportunity, Max felt both the pillow and her rear, his fingers sinking into the cushioning of both, making a show of squeezing and massage each while the beeping grew louder. "It's no contest, your ass is clearly softer...~" he announced, giving her butt a rippling spank, her beeping accelerating faster in response.

"Wh-while it m-may feel s-softer, th-that c-can mmmake for a p-poor night's rest. It also lllacks the p-patended ergonomic '''ahhhh'''!" Her sales pitch ended in a gasp as Max brought his hand down the back of her pants, feeling her warm, artificial flesh and the sheer fabric of her equally soft cotton panties.

"Each... p-pillow '''ahhh!''' with a one-one-hundred-d percent satisssss-faction guarantee!" she moaned, her hips gyrating under his massage, her beeping warning him of her rapid destabilization.

"There's no need to sell yourself short!" Max said, giving her a squeeze. "Your butt has a plumpness the pillow just can't match!

She groaned in desperation, her hips quivering as the beeping intensified. "B-but... the-the Sssleepwelll.. it... you... g-guarantee..." she stammered, most of her distress seemingly coming from the fact Max was paying more attention to her ass than the pillow she was trying to sell him. "T-try s-sleeping on b-b-both!" she exclaimed, flopping across the bed, jerking her tight-fitting slacks over her hips to expose her beautiful backside, a delicate thong strung between her cheeks.

Max gave the bot a brief respite, resting on the pillow. "What do you know, this ''is'' pretty nice!"

"N-num-number one in cust-customer sastisfactionnnn!" she chirped from her prone position, the beeping slowing ever-so-slightly.

Max quickly rolled over, resting his cheek on hers, his hand reaching up to give her free buttock a tender squeeze. "But ''this''!" The beeping resumed, rocketing past its previous tempo. "It's just so smooth and warm!" He pressed his lips into her rump, giving it a deep kiss as he delivered another spank. "So kissable, so spankable!"

The beeping flatlined into a wail, electricity surging across her prostrate form as she still struggled to find the perfect sales pitch before her systems come to an explosive finish. "F-free p-pillow w-w-with purchase offfff my ass my ass my-my-my-my p-p-perfect c-customer approved-!"

Max felt her ass growing uncomfortably hot and quickly rolled off of her, just moments before her diatribe was cut short by her exploding. The air filled with a spray of machinery and a blizzard of fibers and latex foam, leaving almost nothing of her synthetic ass or the pillow to compare.

Max dusted the debris from his hair, already considering his next visit. Surely the All Natural store wouldn't have replaced their human staff with a… hippie robot? But that blonde girl who just started there had an unnaturally perfect figure that made him question the integrity a place that claimed to sell '100% all-natural solutions'.

He strolled back to the mall promenade, casting a final parting glance at the scorched mattress that represented the combination of Anne's virus and Max's interpretation of 'more horny'. He looked forward to telling her about it, and especially to seeing her expression when he told the 'headspace' he was currently found himself in.

==Part 7==

On his way to the 'All Natural' store, the sounds of the arcade caught Max's attention, and he was struck once more by the realization that the cute goth girl who was always hustling challengers was actually robot 'employee'. He had admired how she flexed so easily to match the skill of a few especially arrogant challengers, always managing to eek out a victory to win 2 out of 3, then 3 out of 5, then 4 out of 7… "Too bad she was a robot the whole time," Max muttered, then realized what he was saying and turned on his heel.

The interior of the arcade was incidentally lit by flashing multicolored lights from UFO Catchers, pinball machines, and the glow of dozens of arcade screens. An ostentatious 'Fighters Heaven' machine sat at the center, the room's only occupant casually punishing her CPU opponent with one chain after another. Max was drawn to the sway and jerk of her hips as she input combo sequences, her cute butt well-presented by her tight-fitting peg pants. Despite the din of the arcade, she seemed to notice Max's slow approach. She turned her pale and freckled face to him, wearing a sly smile on her dark lips, her makeup-ringed eyes sparkling with the same overtuned energy of every other bot in the place. "So..." she asked, her voice cracking with a flirty lilt, "you wanna play?

"I'd love to," Max said, returning her grin, then nodding toward the booming 'Dance Insurgency' game.

"You're on!" She abandoned her game in progress, walking over to the dance machine and hopping enthusiastically on to the second player's glowing pad. Max took his position beside her, the cabinet prompting for payment. She gave him a sidelong glance, then busied herself pulling her dark hair back into a scrunchy. This had the added benefit of pushing forward her pert chest, her small but noticeable piercings showing through the stretching fabric of her tank top. Max took the hint and managed to find the arcade card in the depths of his wallet, paying for both their games.

"Thanks!" she said as the charge for 2 players chimed over the cabinet speakers. "I'll get the next one..." she paused, adding with a wink, "...if you can beat me." The song select screen spun into focus, the arcade-bot's hand hovering over the select buttons. "Do you want to warm up first? Or should we dive right in?"

"How about a warm-up?" Max suggested. "You can show me how it's done…"

"You seemed so confident a second ago," she said with a smirk.

Max gave her a coy smile. "Maybe I've got a secret weapon..."

She twitched slightly, seemingly uncertain how to respond. "But if it's training you need, you've found the right g-girl." After her brief stutter, she flitted through the mode select and picked a training stage. The music started to pulse and she shrugged off her jacket, draping it over the bar behind her. "It's not just about finding the beat," she said, hips swaying as a driving bassline kicked in. "You need to look ahead, recognize the patterns..."

As she went through the simple routine, Max brushed his hand across the tight denim on her backside - she immediately faltered, missing a few easy steps as the game registered her broken combo.

"Wh-what?" she stammered, blinking in disbelief, steam wisping from her mouth. "H-how did I-?"

"I think I got it," Max interrupted. "Let's try something a little harder - assuming you're up for it?"

"I... I... I th-think you're ready for s-something hard-d-derrr..." she said, her eyes unfocused as she adjusted the difficulty, the bass intensifying in response while the screen counted down to the next round. "Let's s-see if you c-can keep up with th-this!"

Max lowered his own difficulty to beginner while she cranked hers to expert. "You're never gonna beat my score on easy mode," she chuckled, slapping the ready button for both of them. As soon as the song began, her feet were flying across the pad, making Max's simple plodding routine look at the more ridiculous by comparison. But she despite her efforts, she was regularly missing steps, her screen registering 'Miss!', 'Oof!', and '2 much 4 U?' When he was casually holding a long-press on his pad, he reached out and gave her ass a sharp smack, the bot freezing while a cavalcade of missed steps flashed across her screen until it ended her routine with a graffiti-styled note of, 'U Dancin' Bad! You lose!'

"I d-don't understand!" she growled as the game rated her performance as an 'F', compared to Max's marginally respectable 'B-'. "That should-should-should have beennnn-'' suddenly her body convulsed, sparks shooting from her chest, a beeping within her syncopating with the attract song as it prompted them for payment.

"I th-think the g-game is busted," she insisted.

"Or you could be…" Max muttered.

"Wh-what?" she stammered, more sparks emanating from her temple, highlighting her annoyed expression.

"Actually, I think those pants of yours might be a little too tight…?"

She blinked repeatedly before suddenly seizing on the suggestion. "Y-yes, i—i-it's these p-pants!" She unbuttoned and unzipped the tight-fitting jeans, wriggling them over her hips, servos whirring with every small movement. At the same time, Max scanned his arcade card again and picked the easiest song in the rotation, immediately hiting ready for both of them.

The arcade-bot snapped upright as the song began, her pants still around her ankles. The routine started with a foot on both the left and right arrows, and her attempt to comply sending her tumbling into Max. He caught her, her lithe body steaming, beeping, and putting off a strange electric hum.

"Here, let me help you!" Max pulled off her shoes and pulled her pants from her ankles, propping her back up with a tender squeeze of her cute butt. She was barely able to remain upright, smoke rushing from her as sparks rained down on the dance pad. Her beeping was a near-constant tone, and Max knew it wouldn't be long now.

"A-another g-g-game!" she demanded, pointing at the card reader.

"Sure!" Max started, theatrically pulling out his card before pausing. "Although… isn't this one on you? I mean, you ''did'' just lose…"

"L-lose!?" she gasped. "L-l-losssszzzzze!?" She quivered in a pique of rage, bending down for her pants to retrieve her wallet, presenting Max with the opportunity to give her ass the biggest smack yet. The sharp report from his hand meeting the soft, smooth artificial skin of her round cheek elevated the beeping alarm to its highest pitch yet. She moaned desperately, her systems on the verge of destruction. She fumbled the arcade card in her trembling hands while Max backed away as her billowing smoke and electrical discharges intensified. She pressed the card against the reader, registering the payment with a chime that seemed to hit her like a physical blow. "E-rror, v-v-iolation in pri-pri-primary functionnnn~!" she squeaked, her internal alarm a piercing squeal of warning before the arcade bot exploded on the dance pad into pieces of sparking detritus. There was nothing left of either her or the front of the arcade cabinet that didn't have sparking wires and exposed circuitry visible.

Max glanced around, hoping that Anne had witnessed this latest effort of his - but he only a few other twitchy mall bots manically tending to their shops. Of course, if she really ''had'' been watching and he had known, he would have been far too self-conscious to do what he just did… Or maybe he was finally ready to lose his inhibitions, really do something funny and clever and ''sexy'' with the bots in front of her, and then…? "Just… one more by yourself," he vowed, setting off again.

==Part 8==
Stepping through the mall, Max found evidence of Anne having her own fun: a headless lingerie sales clerk wearing a variety of mismatched items, a pile of parts that had once been the toy shop bot.

Max arrived in front of a store filled with crystals, incense, and stone jewelry, its gorgeous proprietor seated in the back. She wore her dirty blond hair loose around her shoulders, dressed in nothing more than cut-offs and a sleeveless blouse that show off her big hips, thick thighs, and large chest, her exposed waist with its navel piercing shockingly slender amidst all her curves. She sat with her bare legs crossed as she casually read a book entitled, 'Cosmic Tantric Pleasure'."

Max strolled in, a bit surprised the bot didn't immediately respond to his arrival. She even seemed relatively stable compared to the others, just swaying slightly to the softly playing sitar music. A moment later, she looked up from her book, a lazy smile on her face - but from the energy in her eyes, Max knew she was under the same effects as all the other bots. "S-sorry I didn't see you there!" she said with an absent-minded charm. "So, like... what can I help you with?" Her weighty breasts jostled as she suddenly sat upright, as if she is trying to compensate for her too-casual first impression.

"Just looking at a few of the crystals here..." Max said, poking at one of the displays.

She slid off her stool and came bouncing over to him. "Oh, like the pyrite can help deflect negative energy? And the hematite is for stress of course... and the rose quartz here," she picked up a large pinkish crystal, handing it to Max, "this is for, like... love? If that's... something you need help with?" She gave him a giddy smile, her thick thighs squeezing together. As she waited for an answer, he heard a faint ''pop''! from inside her, a thin trickle of smoke rising from her brilliantly white teeth.

"Yeah, I suppose I've been in need of some help with love...", Max replied, giving her a pointed look. "There's this girl who works at the mall, long, dirty blonde hair, on the bustier side... You think this'll help?"

"Oh..." she said, sounding a little disappointed. "I mean, that's what these crystals do! So, like, whoever the lucky gal is, try holding it when you talk to her and, you can feel it sending vibrations of love!" She paused, giving him a sly look. "Wait a minute... when you... are you... am I... what's going on here?" He heard a slight buzzing sound coming from her head.

"Is something wrong?" Max asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Umm... are you, like... t-talking about m-me?" she asked, her head ticking to the side.

Max gave a noncommittal shrug. "What do you think?"

"Oh, ummm... like, I'm b-busty, right?" she asked, hesitantly squeezing her chest. "And d-dirty blond, right?" She tugged on her hair, "And it's p-pretty long... th-that's three out of three! So, like... th-that's me!" She suddenly looked uncertain. "R-right?"

Max gave her a slight nod and she responded with a tiny squeak, seemingly delighted at the affirmation. "So how do I know if the crystal is working?" He asked, reaching out to put his hands around her waist.

"Oh, it's d-definitely w-w-working its magic!" she said between panting breaths. There was a faint fizzling sound that culminated in another tiny explosion, a trail of smoke drifting from her heaving chest.

Max swallowed hard as the bot's chest pressed against him, and he found himself wondering just how much he could get away with before she inevitably exploded. ''There's always that warning sound so I'll know when she's about to go up'', he told himself, lifting up her top. ''Anne wouldn't have sent him off if this isn't what she had intended, right? And she wouldn't put him in any real danger, right?''

He ended up having to pull open the blouse to get it over her bare breasts, the sales-bot emitting a slight giggle. Max took hold of each, his hands sinking into the soft artificial flesh, her nipples quickly hardening between his fingers. "W-woah, your h-hands! I-I've never f-felt such in-t-tense energyyyy before!"

Max squeezed her denim cut-offs around her hips, down her plump thighs, unsurprised to see she wasn't wearing underwear. She bit her lip as Max tossed her cut-offs aside, saying under her breath, "I c-can already tell from your aura this is g-going to be, like, a powerful experience." He didn't quite no what to expect from the programming of a retail-bot in this scenario, but it wasn't her aggressively putting a hand down his pants and gripping his straining member, exclaiming, "Oh, w-wow! Y-you feel like you're about to explode!" Her electronics chittered noisily as she pulled his cock free, making strong eye contact as she guided him into her.

"You have n-no idea," Max gasped, feeling the sales-droid's sex enveloping him. Her beeping set off as soon as he entered her, accelerating swiftly as Max squeezed her juicy backside, pumping his hips against hers where they stood, driving her against the wall of the shop. She spread her arms behind her, arching her back and proclaiming, "I c-can already feel your en-energy flowing inside of me!" Her large breasts quivered as each thrust slammed her into the wall, rattling the crystals, the smell of incense and essential oils giving way to burning electronics.

Max realized he was about to climax only a second before he came, his head swimming as he released inside the gasping bot. "Oh f-f-fuck!" she squeaked, the alarm beeping growing louder and indistinct, and she stared at the lights growing brighter in her body. "I can s-see the energy b-building inside of me!" Smoke flowed freely from all over her form as she fondled her own breasts, staring in amazement at the spreading glow of her own overloading components.

Max held on for far too long, sinking his hands into her curves until her suddenly realized the imminent danger he was in. He released her, slipping free and stumbling back from the overloading bot. "S-so you like the c-crystal, right?" she stammered. "It's only one hundred and s-seventy five d-dollars p-plus ''<ahhhhh>'' tax!"

Despite everything else happening in front of him, Max balked. "A hundred and seventy five bucks for a fake magic rock?"

Her face flashed with annoyance. "F-fake?" Sparks jetted from her body, the beeping alarm a single note. "N-nothing in th-this s-sstore is fffaaaa-" the energy inside her flared into a bright pink before she exploded into hunks of plastic and circuitry.

Once the smoke had cleared, Max glanced around to see if Anne had witnessed any of what just occurred, but she was still nowhere to be seen. She ''had'' told him where to find her, of course… convinced that if this didn't satisfy her condition of 'more horny' then nothing would, he set off in the direction of the food court.

Naughty or Nice

2023-12-26T08:12:49Z

LongTimeLurker: /* Part 6 */

=Naughty or Nice=
==Part 1==
“Would you look at the ass on this elf!?”

Max glanced over from his work to see Anne lifting the skirt of the “Christmas Elf” he had just unboxed. Beneath her frilled green hem, jingling with tiny brass bells, he saw the elf’s shapely contours in stark detail. He was almost mesmerized by the way the red and white of her candy-striped tights stretched across the smooth, round surfaces of her cheeks.

“Uh… yep!” Max agreed, hastily forcing his attention back to prying open the next crate.

“’Yep?’ You see the plum pudding they gave Jingle here, and all you can say is, ‘Yep?!’”

“What am I supposed to say?” he grunted, prying open another corner of the human-sized wooden crate. That ass is not half as nice as yours? Even in her uniform’s drab khakis, Anne’s generous hips and bountiful backside could not be suppressed, its tantalizing swells and the precise curvature of her panty line seared into his mind’s eye.

“I dunno, maybe show some enthusiasm for just how horny this setup is going to be? Oh shit,” she gasped. “These elves are kinda stacked… and I think they even gave them nipples! C’mon Max, check this out - I know you’re a breast man!”

He felt his face flush as he glanced up again, his eyes inadvertently but inevitably finding Anne’s full, round, and perfect breasts, an enticing glimpse of pale cleavage peeking through the unbuttoned grey of her work polo. She beamed as she tested the blankly-staring elf’s chest, her apple-cheeks glowing from a wide grin. “I’m kinda busy here,” Max muttered, starting on the last corner of the crate.

“Jeez, what’s with you tonight?” she asked, moving on to explore the robotic elf’s nearly identical ‘sister’, Sprinkles.

“This just wasn’t how I planned on spending my Friday night!” The crate’s lid groaned as it came loose with a final pry.

“Somewhere you’d rather be than an empty mall with the E-Cell assistant manager and salesperson of the month for November?” Anne asked, a faint pout not entirely sarcastic in her voice.

He dropped the crowbar, startling them both as it hit the floor with a metal clang. “Sorry,” he said, meeting her dark brown eyes. “It’s not you, I just had this sprung on me last minute. Why are you stuck here, anyway? Is Troy picking you up?”

“Maybe I just want to spend some quality time with my work-husband,” she said airily, going back to prodding the elf-bot. Max felt relief when a smile returned to her pink lips. She was right, he should be enjoying a late-night hang with her. Despite seeing her regularly throughout the day, it was nice to be around her after closing. She was so much more relaxed, none of that ‘sales-mode’ she seemed to be stuck in during mall hours. At night, she’d let her dark, auburn hair fall down over her shoulders, undo the top buttons on her shirt... he shook his head, refocusing on the task at hand.

“You know what I think it is?” Max asked aloud, pushing aside the wooden lid. “It’s that last year, we had a human Santa.”

“Buddy, if you’re lamenting the displacement of the human workforce by horny robots…“ she manipulated Sprinkles’ arms until the droid was grabbing its own breasts, “…then you’re a little late to the party.”

“Yeah, yeah, I saw the new girl at the sunglasses store.” A supermodel fitted with cheekbones that had to have been machine-milled.

“The sunglasses girl is when you noticed? Not the garden store? Not Teddy Bear Palace? That artisanal olive oil place? Every barista at every Star Roast? The inform-”

“Wait, olive-oil girl is a robot?!” Max exclaimed. “But she’s always eating those sticky buns!” A second later. “Wait, is the sticky buns guy a robot?”

Anne snorted. “Of course he is. “ While adjusting the elf’s jaw into a rapturous grin, she muttered, “Still wouldn’t mind him stickying my buns, though…”

“But wait, you’re saying they built a robot that craves pastries?”

“And that sells overpriced olive oil! The latest bots do all sorts of ‘behavioral emulations’, ways to appear human so apathetic shoppers and particularly dense IT workers don’t kick up a fuss while all the flesh-and-blood staff are replaced by plastic-and-oil sales drones.”

Max sighed. “Man, I thought I had a real rapport with olive-oil girl.”

“That must be why you call her as ‘olive-oil girl’,” she muttered, carefully tilting the elf’s head back.

“We’re not on a first name basis or anything, but…”

Anne rolled her eyes. “Did you buy some artisanal olive oil from her?”

“Some citrus-infused vinegar, actually,” Max said, a little defensive.

“That is the entire basis of your ‘rapport’, an if-else statement that runs flirt dot E.X.E whenever you pay a five-hundred percent markup.” She finished posing the elf who now appeared to be having a religious experience while grabbing her breasts. “Whereas our relationship will always be strictly unprofessional, and I would never have it tainted by something as tawdry as commerce.”

“You made me fix your broken phone last week!”

“Yes, but I didn’t pay you for it!” she said with prim satisfaction, moving on to pose Jingle.

Max shook his head, glancing at the paper taped to the Styrofoam lid inside the crate, warnings in bold and italics stressing the importance of immediately updating Mrs. Claus after unpacking her. “Robots everywhere… I can’t believe I didn’t notice…”

Anne sidled up next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, cheer up! Is it the existential crisis that's got you down? Or is it olive-oil girl being less Olive, and more oil?”

“You are the literal worst,” Max groaned, trying not to give her the satisfaction of a smile. “Just help me get Mrs. Claus on her feet.”

“Ooh!” Anne exclaimed excitedly, stopping Max before he could remove the inner lid. “Do you think she’s, like, a super sexy dominatrix Mrs. Claus? Because after those two elves…”

“I’m guessing the Eastbrook Mall opted for the more traditional ‘milk-and-cookies granny’.” He pulled up the lid and was a little disappointed to see he was correct. Inside was a quintessential grandmother dressed in red velvet trimmed with white fur, a pair of gold-rimmed spectacles perched on her bulbous nose.

“OK,” Anne said, only slightly deterred, “but what kind of ass is she working with?”

“Probably more prune than plum,” Max replied, the two of them lifting the inert figure out of the crate. “Plug her in, would ya?” He picked up the control tablet, ‘Mrs. Claus’ appearing in the list of devices beneath Jingle and Sprinkles as soon as Anne attached the power cord. He was surprised at the myriad options available when he selected her – among them, a particular slider caught his eye.

“Hey, Anne,” he called, his finger poised.

“Hm?” she asked, pulling her head from beneath Mrs. Claus’s dress.

“Check this out.” Max ramped the slider all the way down – in response, the machinery within Mrs. Claus hummed to life. Her skin drew tight across her as she stood up straight from her stooped posture, her shawl parting slightly from the swell of a bosom filling the blouse beneath. Her gray curls loosened into golden ringlets beneath her lacey bonnet, framing the face of a beautiful woman at least fifty years younger than the one they had unpacked.

After a moment of stunned silence, Anne stalked toward him. “Give! Me! That!” she demanded, snatching the tablet out of his hands.

“Don’t fuck with her too much,” Max cautioned. “I haven’t updated her yet, and-“

“I can’t believe this!” Anne exclaimed, her fingers flitting across the settings screen. “Who knew Mrs. Claus was so into discipline!” She guffawed, then quickly pulled the tablet away when Max tried to see what she was doing. “When I’m done!” Max stepped back, watching with growing curiosity while Anne continued to adjust settings, muttering to herself, “Some of this… definitely this… why, Mrs. Claus, I had no idea!”

“We should probably update her, though…” Max tried again.

Anne ignored him, running her finger swiftly up and down the tablet's surface. The statuesque beauty suddenly withered back to the kind-faced septuagenarian, then immediately springing into her young, gorgeous incarnation. “Naughty! Nice!” Anne repeated as the droid shrank and grew between the two extremes, machinery inside her facilitating this repeated transformation starting to whine and hiss. “Wait, are her boobs getting bigger every time I do this?” Anne muttered, going faster still.

“Anne, I can see smoke!” Max cried, snatching the tablet from her.

“But I’m not done!” she exclaimed in manic glee, snatching it back. “Just let me-“ the tablet suddenly fell from their hands, cracking sharply against the concrete floor.

“Fuck,” Max summarized, looking between the shattered screen and a young, busty Mrs. Claus, smoke wisping from beneath her red bonnet.

“Max…” Anne started, but was cut off by the metronomic clacking of stiletto heels.

Both her and Max turned to the fast-approaching Evangeline Eastbrook, the mall’s heiress, proprietor, manager, spokeswoman, figurehead – her position wasn’t entirely clear, but what Max did know was that she was his superior many times over, and her sudden appearance never made things easier for him.

“What is this shit?!” she demanded, gesturing at the smoldering, voluptuous blond robot and the lewdly displayed elf.

“Ms. Eastbrook, you’re looking lovely this evening!” Anne attempted. It was true, but when wasn’t it? Evangeline was always immaculately put together, a mannequin perfectly proportioned for the sheer pencil skirt suits she wore. There was never a hair out of place in her severe platinum bob, her austere makeup applied with laser-precision across a face no wrinkle or laugh line would dare besmirch.

She turned to Anne. “E-Cell is starting its new holiday promotion tomorrow.”

“Right as ever, Ms-“

“Then why are you here?”

“Just… helping…” Anne finished meekly. With an apologetic look toward Max, she turned and left, managing her departure with some dignity for the first few steps before breaking into an all-out sprint back to her store.

“And I repeat,” Evangeline stated, the weight of her full attention shifting back to Max. “What. Is. This. Shit?”

“We… I fucked up. Completely! But I promise, this will all be fixed by the time we open!” Her perfect lashes closed slightly, focusing her gaze into a drill-press that Max could feel at the exact midpoint between his eyes. “er… fixed before we open! Hours before we open!”

Finally, Evangeline relented. “Let’s hope that you do,” she said, striding over to Sprinkles and restoring the elf to a more natural pose. “And I want these two ‘elves’ plugged into my security system ASAP.”

“...Security?”

“They’re supposedly Holdfast compatible. If so, I could use them in the off-season for patrol and incident response.” Max was having trouble imagining the spritely pair hauling off some rowdy drunk, even if they did lose the tights and bells. “And I want to know if they’re actually going to work, or if I need to send them back.”

“You can count on me,” Max said, trying not to stress over the myriad compatibility issues he was bound to face, given their security system was a few updates behind.

“I suppose we’ll see, won’t we?” Evangeline said coldly before turning away, the clack of her heels echoing in his mind long after her departure.

“Well,” Max sighed, retrieving the cracked and glitching tablet from the ground. “Time to get to work.”

==Part 2==
“Happy Holidays, Jingle is online!” Jingle the elf cheered to no one in particular, flinging her arms wide in untamed exuberance. She fixed Max with her twinkling hazel eyes and said, “To continue with the setup process, please accept the license agreement on your tablet, OK?”

Max glanced between the grinning bot’s radiant plastic smile and the cracked screen – of course the EULA was hidden behind streaks of broken diodes.

“Do you have a vocal setup process?” Max asked after a few blind taps on what might have been the EULA’s accept button yielded no results.

“Sure, do!” she said with a giggle. “I’ll just need the setup passphrase! You’ll find it, along with several other helpful resources, in the packet marked ‘Start Here.’”

Max sifted through the quick-start guides and colorful offers for upgrades and accessories to transform them into witches, pilgrims, ‘secret shoppers’... He eventually found the card he was looking for. “Um… Register Jingle four X seven… pumpernickel, gumdrop, Vixen.”

She gave a slight shiver, then dove into a somersault, springing up with her bells jingling inches away from him. “Now it’s time to get me hooked up to your network!” she announced, though Max wondered exactly how her programming was guiding her, and why it would have her standing at a distance that could only be described as ‘intimate’. He watched her smiling face, its faintly artificial sheen offset by a smattering of freckles, waiting for her to give some indication why she was this close. But she only stood there, eyes twinkling as they looked into his.

Telling himself he just wanted to ‘see what would happen’, he leaned down to kiss the fay-faced robot on her smiling lips. Immediately she stood on her toes to meet him with a chaste peck, but this was followed by a coy smile that seemed to promise more. “Perhaps you’d like to unwrap your present early…” she said demurely, a finger toying with the ends of her choppy pixie cut.

Max cleared his throat and took a step back, reminding himself that he still needed this job, and getting intimate with the Christmas Elf bot when he had a looming deadline was probably not the best use of his time. “Please connect to network E-M underscore-”

“Sorry?” she said, wearing a confused expression.

“Um… can we resume setup? Y’know, connecting you to our network?”

“Of c-course!” she stammered, her head ticking before her cheery smile returned. “Let’s c-continue with my s-setup!”

“It’s network E-M underscore H-F, and I’ve got the security image… here.” He thumbed through the authenticator on his work phone, showed her the swirling security image. She stared at it, her eyes flashing briefly.

“This is a Holdfast enabled security network. Would you like me to enable my integrated security functionality?”

Max dared to hope it might be just this easy. “Yes, please do.”

She shifted her weight slightly, her face taking on an alarmed expression. “Uh-oh! It looks like you’re not on the latest version! You’ll have to update your Holdfast Security Software before we can continue!”

“Uh… admin override?” he tried.

“Sorry, I don’t know what you mean!”

Max was certain he couldn’t get the network software upgraded in the hours remaining, given that he had been running into strange errors whenever had he attempted over the past week. A wild thought occurred to him, and he approached the elf again, putting his arms around her waist.

“But if you’d like to take a break from the setup process,” she whispered.

“Please try connecting again,” Max said, and she adopted a confused expression before responding with a hesitant, “O-OK!” Max immediately kissed her fully on the lips, feeling an electric shudder course through the bot. When he finally broke from her, she wore a distant, glazed expression.

“C-connectionnnn… up-updaaaate…re-re-re-re-re-re-”

“Try connecting again for me?”

After a long pause, she gave him a vacant smile. “Connection es-st-stablished!”

Max gave a fist pump, daring to hope he might actually sort this out. “Can you configure the other elf?”

“Of course!” Jingle pranced over to the other elf, taking hold of both of her hands. A moment later, Sprinkles’s eyes flew open, her face mirroring her partner’s sugary smile. “Sprinkles is on-line!”

Hoping to carry the momentum, Max said, “OK, now activate Mrs. Claus!”

“You got it!” “Right away!” The two elves skipped over to the busty and broken Mrs. Claus, each taking one of her hands. Jingles looked at the other elf and frowned. “Uh-oh! It looks like Mrs. Claus might need some T.L.C!”

“But don’t worry!” Sprinkles continued. “We can take care of the return process and have her back her, lickity-split!”

“No, no!” Max exclaimed, running up to them. “I need her tonight!”

“Thanks to our fast and easy return process, we can have a replacement shipped within hours, with a guaranteed arrival time of two business days!” Jingle and Sprinkles were already maneuvering Mrs. Claus back into her box, although her youthful and curvaceous transformation was making the fit into the granny-mold packaging difficult. “And if you’ve been watching the calendar as closely as we have, you’ll know that still leaves plenty of time for holiday fun!” Sprinkles gave him a wink that he could only interpret as deliberately antagonizing.

“Before we order the replacement, can you just… let me try to fix her first?”

“I’m sorry, but that would violate her warranty!” Sprinkles said with effusive holiday cheer.

As he considered how kissing might be used to alter their directives once more, Max decided to take a slightly more practical route. “Um… hey, can the two of you do a quick patrol of the mall? Before we handle her return?”

“Of course we can!” Jingle said without hesitation, taking Sprinkles’s hand. “C’mon, Sprinkles!”

Max watched the two elves go skipping off, having his doubts about their off-season utility as guards. “That’s Evangeline’s problem…” Turning back to the awkwardly sprawled Mrs. Claus, half-stuffed into her packaging, Max walked over and tried powering her on with a prolonged press on the back of her neck. He heard a troubling buzzing sound emanating from inside her, culminating in a sharp electric pop! Immediately regretting his decision, Max was about to power her off again when her eyes fluttered open. She stared outward vacantly for several seconds before Max asked, “Mrs. Claus? Are you online?”

Her eyes narrowed, fixing him with a contemptuous glare. “Someone has been a very naughty boy!”

Max chuckled. “You don’t know the half of <urk!>” Mrs. Claus’s hand shot out, gripping his throat as she extracted herself from her packaging.

“And someone needs to be taught some respect!” she continued, drawing herself up on her feet. Max immediately regretted letting Anne have the tablet at all, certain that this combination of a haughty and imposing Mrs. Claus was entirely her doing.

“Power off!” Max wheezed, clutching at her grip. Dozens of protocols and safety features have intervened before her hand exerted even the slightest pressure on his neck, but clearly there were a number of things not quite right with this bot.

“Every year, children around the world conduct themselves with d-dig-dignity and obedience,” she continued, ignoring his command as a slight electric stutter marred her speech.

“S-stop choking me!”

She dropped him to the ground, planting a black leather boot upon his chest and forcing him on his back when he tried to sit up. “And here you are, flaunting their example by reveling in wickedness and perversity!”

“Mrs. Claus, help!” Max tried, hoping to trigger the aid protocol that was present in almost every ‘bot.

“I intend to!” she said in a discomforting whisper, leaning forward with her golden ringlets spilling over her shoulders, her large bust gently shifting beneath a blouse whose straining buttons were poised to be sent flying at any moment. “And that begins with the fun-fun-fundamentallllsszzz-“ her blue eyes crossed, a whisp of smoke drifting from her scowling lips, and Mrs. Claus froze. Max quickly tried to push her boot off his chest, but this only succeeded in destabilizing the bot. With a squeal from her protesting servos, Mrs. Claus collapsed on top of him, her chest smothering his face.

Under most other circumstances, Max would be delighted to be buried in such an ample bosom, silicon or no – but even ignoring the job he needed to do, this bot was proving to be far too unstable for comfort. Pushing her juddering form to one side, he scrambled on all fours for her packaging to find her administrator pass-phrase, only to feel a hand grab him by the ankle.

“Wheerrrrrre d-do you think you’re g-g-going?” she asked, pulling him effortlessly across the polished mall flooring before sitting heavily upon his back.

“Oof! Mrs. Claus, you need to power down, you’re dangerously malfunctioning and-“ Max’s cut his desperate plea short when he heard another voice sounding even more frustrated than his own.

“You’re not listening, I work here!”

Glancing behind him past the blonde bot perched upon his back, he saw Anne being dragged toward the display by Jingle and Sprinkles, the elf ‘sisters’ smiling pleasantly despite Anne’s protests.

“What are you two doing?!” Max exclaimed. “Let her go!”

The two bots immediately complied, though Sprinkles began, “This unit is running compromised software and presents a severity one threat to-“

“Yes, I’ll update you as soon as I can!” Max interrupted, watching as Anne’s own panic-stricken face gave way to wide-eyed amazement at his current predicament.

“So, uh, Max. How’s the setup going?”

Delivering a quick swat to Max’s backside, Mrs. Claus responded, “Max has been a very naughty b-boy!”

“He has, hasn’t he?” Anne said with a smirk. “If only someone could teach him some discipline.”

Mrs. Claus gave an arch laugh that quickly became corrupted with static.

“What the fuck, Anne!?” Max gasped. “This is… she’s…here, there’s an admin passphrase in her box, just read it to her and get her the fuck off of me.”

“Now, when you say, ‘in her box’,” Anne recoiled at the look Max gave her and stepped over to Mrs. Claus’s packaging, rummaging through it while the buxom blonde produced another series of sparks from her absently staring head. “OK!” Anne announced, pulling out a stiff piece of card stock. “Listen up Mrs. Claus X twenty-three… `Candy-Cane, Tinsel, Donner, Dew-Drop.’”

Mrs. Claus shuddered, giving off more sparks. “W-would you like to begin the setup process?” she asked calmly.

Anne chewed her lip for a moment, ignoring the initially incredulous and then desperate shakes of Max’s head. “Mmm… how about first you punish that very naughty boy you’re sitting on.”

“Oh my god, Anne!” Max gasped, trying to wriggle out beneath the Mrs. Claus-bot while she quickly pinned him to the floor.

Anne smirked. “Hey, you started this when you sent the elves after me…”

“That wasn’t on purpose!”

She shrugged. “It also wasn’t as funny.”

Mrs. Claus leaned in close, whispering, “This will go much better for you if you j-just accept your punishment…”

“Alright, Anne,” Max muttered, craning his neck to see the two stock-still elf-bots. “Jingle! Sprinkles! Whatever Mrs. Claus does to me, I want you to do to Anne!”

Anne looked confused for a moment right before the elves pounced on her, knocking her to the mall floor and then sitting across her back in tandem.

“Touché,” muttered Anne, looking across the vinyl floor at her similarly compromised co-worker.

“Balls in your court,” Max remarked, patiently waiting for her to end this. But when she only grinned at him, Max was forced to admit he had grossly underestimated what she was willing to tolerate.

==Part 3==
“What are you waiting for?!” Anne asked the shuddering Mrs. Claus. In response, the buxom bot sat upright with a whir, raised a hand, and brought it swiftly down upon Max’s backside in a sharp swat across his trousers. While Max recoiled from the strike, the elf-bots did as he had instructed and mirrored the motion, a pair of slaps across Anne’s larger posterior. Anne only grinned and said, “Mrs. Claus, I think Max’s pants are getting in the way of proper punishment.”

“Anne, what the fuck!? This looks bad enough as it is – but if Evangeline finds us with… stop that!” Mrs. Claus dutifully began to work at his button and zipper, her stiff mechanical fingers overpowering his own attempts to remain fully clothed until she tore his khakis free with a sharp tug. Across from him, it seemed Anne was actually helping the elves, wriggling her hips as they both drew her own khakis across her wide curves – and he couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of her black panties, their elastic biting into the plush expanse of an ass that fully lived up to his embarrassingly frequent imaginings.

A sudden slap across his boxers stunned him from his reverie, and the two elves spanking Anne stunned him back into it. He felt confused, aroused, and incredibly frustrated at this predicament, calling out, “Anne! What is it you’re trying to do here?!”

She flashed a knowing grin, biting her lip when the elves swatted her rump once more in response to Mrs. Claus’s continued punishment. “Can’t you just enjoy the moment?” Seeing his forlorn expression, she sighed, and said, “You know, all you’d have to do is spank her right back.”

“Wha? How?!” In what was meant to be a demonstration of futility, he attempted moving his arms to reach Mrs. Claus’s butt where it sat upon his waist, only to discover he actually could. Abandoning his complaint of the impossibility of it, he instead argued the practicality: “And what exactly is that supposed to accomplish!?”

“Just give it a go!”

Not expecting much, Max contorted his arm and blindly delivered as solid a swat on Mrs. Claus’s curvaceous rump as he could. Beneath her woolen coat, he felt the give of her plastic backside, followed by the bot sitting bolt upright. There was a looping buzzing sound, every time ending in a sharp electric snap. “What’s happening?” Max asked.

“In simple terms,” Anne explained, “you attempted to reverse her role from dom to sub, but it looks like she’s having some trouble switching gears. In fact, she seems to be locked in a feedback loop that’s only going to end when her CPU overheats to the point of igniting her inadequately shielded cranial battery pack.”

“She’s going to explode because I touched her butt!?”

“To be fair, you spanked that ass! And to even fair-er, she was not in a good state when this whole thing kicked off.”

“When you made her tackle me!” Max said, writhing out from beneath the bot as she sank on her haunches, her head twitching, smoke beginning to leak from her mouth and ears. “Mrs. Claus, shut down! Power off! Emergency shut down!” he tried, almost tripping over his pants as he scrambled to her packaging and frantically flipped through the minimal ‘quick-start’ guide for some clue on how to power her off.

“Just sit back and watch the show!” Anne suggested, still pinned by the two elves with her own khakis around her thighs.

“If Mrs. Claus literally explodes, I’m fucking done here!” Max ran over to the smoldering bot, putting his fingers beneath her chin and at her temples, pressing firmly for several seconds. He only felt her becoming warmer to the touch as one of her eyes squinted at him. “N-naught-t-tyyyy b-b-boyyyy!”

Anne rolled her eyes. “So you lose your job at a place that has fired ninety percent of its human staff only a few months before they figure out how to shitcan the remaining ten?”

“IF that happens, that’s two months where I can still make rent!” Max leaped back from Mrs. Claus at the sudden eruption of sparks. There was a fizzling sound, and Mrs. Claus’s head shot from side to side, strands of her synthetic her blonde hair wilting from the heat. “Naught-t-t-tyyy not-not-not niiiiice not naughty not naught nice not-“ she squealed in an increasingly high-pitched tone. With a final chastising look at Max and a clear pronouncement of “Naughty!”, her head went up in an almost festive explosion of tinsel and flame.

Max uncoiled from his defensive crouch, staring at the smoke and sparks still pouring from the jagged remnants of the robotic Mrs. Claus’s neck, when he heard a voice shriek, “What in the name of God is happening here?!” The rapid clacking of Evangeline’s approach sent Max’s already frazzled nerves into a state of sheer panic. Even Anne appeared flustered, hastily working at her phone.

Knowing this was an entirely lost cause, that there was nothing he could say or do that would change the outcome, Max sheepishly pulled up his ripped pants and said, “Ms. Eastbrook, there is an explanation...”

“For why Mrs. Claus’s head just exploded? For why those two elves are straddling Miss Keyes’s pelvis? Perhaps there is even a very good reason why her trousers are currently around her knees?”

“Elves on a pelvis,” Anne muttered to herself, still working at her phone.

“Is there something you wish to to add, Miss Keyes?” Evangeline snapped.

Something seemed to have changed in Anne, her attention entirely focused on her phone as her thumbs worked furiously at the screen. “Actually, yeah,” she said, working up the courage. “Max, I wanted to give this to you as a Christmas present, and I know it’s only November, but…”

“Enough!” Evangeline shouted. “I want both of you t-to.” She had a sudden nervous tick, cleared her throat, and began again. “I want b-b-both of of yooouuuu-“ Her words came at a slow drawl, her face locking into a sneer. Max didn’t know what to think - Was she having an aneurysm?!

“Unit compromised!” Jingles and Sprinkles both exclaimed, leaping up from Anne to rush toward Evangeline.

“What are you – get off of me!” Evangeline suddenly came to, trying to push the elf-bots away as they took her by either arm. “Max! Get control of these things!”

“Stop! Jingle, Sprinkles, let her go!” Max shouted, darkly amazed that the situation was still somehow getting worse for him and Anne. “Anne, are you controlling them?!”

“Not even a little!” Anne said, making no attempt to hide the delight in her voice.

“Sorry, but this unit must be powered down,” Jingle said, struggling to maintain her hold on Evangeline.

“And quarantined from the network!” Sprinkles added.

“Then power down!” Max commanded, rushing to aid his very-soon-to-be-ex boss.

“Unable to comply!” they both squealed in unison. “I am engaged in an active severity one security incident!”

“Max!” Evangeline hissed, her face contorted into a level of fury he had never before witnessed. “Get these two bots under control NOW!“

“Right! Uh…” resorting to the only thing that had worked before, Max swallowed and grabbed each of the elves by their surprisingly soft backsides, delivering a firm squeeze with both hands. Jingle and Sprinkles abruptly stopped grappling with Evangeline, jolting upright with an expression somewhere between, “Holiday Cheer” and “Unexpected Groping Exception.”

“Jingle? Sprinkles?” Max said, giving the springy material in each hand a vigorous massage, feeling their skin-tight leggings slipping across their smooth artificial skin. “Prepare to transfer administrative rights to Evangeline Eastbrook. Ms. Eastbrook, could you identify?”

“Yes, I’m Evangeline Eastbrook!” she barked, finally able to pull her arms free, beads of sweat forming on her formerly implacable brow.

“Initiate rights transfer now,” Max said, hoping this would work and that whatever madness was infecting them, they wouldn’t be able to take direct action against their admin. He drew back his hands and gave them each a spank for good measure.

“Transferred!” chirped Jingle, beaming like a maniac.

“T-transferrred!” Sprinkles voiced a half-second later. She suddenly turned to her partner and said, “Error – unit is under the control of a compromised A.I”

“Error!” Jingle responded, reminding Max of a petulant child as she repeated her companion’s line verbatim. “Unit is under the control of a-ack!” Her voice was cut short when Sprinkles lunged at her, and the two Elf robots immediately became locked in a wrestling match amid the high-pitched squeals of their vocalizations and their servos.

“I am fucking done with this shit!” Evangeline said, stepping around the two grappling bots to confront Max.

Shrinking from her approach, he pointed behind her and said, “If you don’t do something, they’re gonna tear each other to bits!” At that very moment, he saw Jingle rip open Sprinkle’s blouse, presumably trying to gain access to her core access panel.

“GOOD!” Evangeline roared. “Because THAT would be an easy warranty case to make! Whereas I don’t know HOW I’m going to explain what the two of you have done to Mrs. Claus.”

“Max introduced a conflict in her directive-“

“Anne, SHUT UP!”

“jus sayin’…”

Behind Evangeline, Jingle tossed aside the shredded remnants of Sprinkles’s top, exposing her candy-cane striped bra, while Sprinkles has managed to remove the same undergarment from her partner, Jingle’s pert plastic breasts bouncing wildly in the melee.

“Can we just get this over with,” Max asked, tearing his attention away from the robotic-Christmas-elf fight to the death. “I’m fired, right?”

“Obviously!” Evangeline paused, brushing the sweat from her forehead. “What’s more, you’ll be facing felony charges for what you’ve done here!”

Max flinched. “Wh-what felonies?!”

“Mmmmm,” Anne piped up, still lying on the ground, focused on her phone. “I’ll show you the list.”

“Anne, would you please start taking this seriously?” Max hissed.

“Neutra-tralize-lized!” Jingle announced, her fist now embedded in the chest of her counterpart, Sprinkles staring at the opening into her electronic inner workings with the same enthusiasm that she had exhibited since being powered on. Her bright eyes became crossed, smoke wafting from her smiling pink lips, as she squeaked, “Ha-happy me-merry en-en-enjoy hol-hol-holidayyyyy sea-sea-seasonnnnnn-!” Jingle tore her arm free, wrenching the core and most of its housing from the bot’s cavity. Sprinkles wavered for a few seconds before tipping forward, hitting the flooring hard with a plastic crunch. Jingle stood, twitching and topless, her tattered green dress falling away to leave her in nothing but her torn candy-stripe leggings and her jingling elf-shoes.

Evangeline seemed annoyed that she was still operational, but also seemed incredibly fatigued by the entire ordeal. “Elf-bot!” she demanded, loosening a button on her blouse while fanning herself with her free hand. “Take these two idiots to loss prevention.” She faced Max while the topless robotic elf took his arm, and said, “You both can wait there until the police arrive.”

“Mmmm,” Anne piped up again, still on her phone. “Not happening.”

“And why is th-that?” Evangeline stammered, hardly able to contain her fury, and frustrated even further when Jingle seemed to grind to a halt.

“Merry Christmas, Max!” Anne announced, tapping her phone. Max heard the mall powering up as shutters opened, store lights flicked on, and a banal holiday instrumental filled the air.

“What are you doing?” Max asked.

“Activating a virus in every bot – well, almost every bot – in the mall.”

Max glanced around nervously as various sales droids emerged from supply closets and storage rooms in a strange processional – dozens of beautiful sales droids vacantly opening up their respective shops. “What virus?” he asked.

“For that, I’ll turn to Miss Eastbrook’s to help explain. Or rather, demonstrate.” Max slowly turned from Anne to Evangeline, the ever-impeccably-dressed administrator undoing a second button on her blouse, frantically fanning herself, no longer following their conversation.

“Miss Eastbrook is… she’s a…?”

Above Evangeline’s tanned cleavage, a vent suddenly sprang open, and Max heard a number of fans wining in desperation.

==Part 4==
“You’ve d-done something to the climate control system!” Evangeline growled, the sudden vent on her chest going without notice or comment.

“I guess you could say that?” Anne said, finally putting her phone down and resting her chin on her arms, watching her manager with a look amusement. “Like in a very, very localized sense…”

Evangeline removed her jacket, her white blouse becoming translucent from the profusion of sweat – or coolant – beading across her body. “Whatever you’ve d-d-done,” she snarled at Anne. “t-turn it back down!”

“Is she – is she going to end up like Mrs. Claus?” Max could not stand Miss Eastbrook, but even if she was a robot, she was something more complex than the one that now sat headless only a few feet from her. It didn’t feel right just to watch her get destroyed.

Anne cocked her head. “Are you, like, actually worried about the fate of our tyrannical robot oppressor?”

“Yes?” Max said. “Like, she seems… she’s… she managed to fool both of us!”

“Let’s be real, every bot in this mall had you fooled. And not a single one of them has an ounce more computational power than that topless elf.” Jingle glanced down at Anne at the mention of ‘elf’, but displayed no further sign of comprehension.

Evangeline also didn’t seem to be following the conversation at this point, breathing heavily and fanning herself at a near impossible speed with both hands over the shrill scream of her internal cooling system.

“But she’s a lot more advanced than any of them, right?”

Anne’s incredulous expression faded, replaced by a look so sweet that he was certain she was about to eviscerate him with a sarcastic quip – but instead, she picked up her phone and quietly said, “Oh Max, you big softy…”

Suddenly, Evangeline froze, her head shivering into a confused stare while her fans seemed to be spinning down.

“What happened?”

“I got her out of there,” Anne said. “So whenever you feel like restoring the AI who is threatening you with jailtime, you now have that option! Oh, but that bot is still turbo-fucked.”

“Hi!” the bot that had been Evangeline exclaimed, putting on a smile he had only seen Evangeline wear when touring the mall with prospective investors. “I’m a-a-a busineswomannnn, and I’d love to show you the exciting opportunities we have for you at the missing retail con-configuration!” She beckoned him with a jerk of her head and a short, artificial laugh, saying, “Let me give you the guided tour!”

“So, she’s like…” Max looked at Anne searchingly.

“Pre-upgrade stock personality and missing a ton of her software configuration and customization,” Anne responded. “And, as I mentioned, turbo-fucked.”

“C’mon, let me g-give you the guided t-tour! The guided tour!” the sales-bot announced, wheeling about to almost trip over the slumped Mrs. Claus. She barely recovered, teetering on her heels as she gestured to the busty bot, smoke and sparks still drifting from her neck. “Holidays are always an exciting opportunity here at MALL, and we spare no expense in creating an exciting atmosphere to delight shoppers and their families!”

When Max only looked between this grinning sales-bot and Anne, Anne could barely contain herself. “Ohmygod Max, don’t just stand there, play with her!”

“Oh, uh…” Max looked back at her. “So… you know that, like… umm… like, you can see that this Mrs. Claus doesn’t have a head, right?”

The sales bot twitched, her smile growing even wider as her eyelids began to flutter. “Under c-construction, p-please pardon our mess!” she stammered, quickly pivoting toward the topless Jingle. “And if you look over here, you can see that our delightful and exciting Holiday Elf has a head, a feature a lot of our shoppers notice a-and appreciate here at MALL!”

“Dooooo your shoppers…” Max began slowly, “…also notice and appreciate bare breasts?” He glanced back at Anne, who gave him an encouraging thumbs-up.

It was clear from her shuddering movements and the acceleration of fans that the sales-droid was struggling to come up with a remotely appropriate response. Amid the whining buzz of her machinery, she finally blurted, “Yes! They are in-in-indistinguishable from the r-real th-thing! In fact, some shoppers say they even p-prefer them!”

Max blinked. “But… if they’re indistinguishable, then how could anyone have a preference?”

“Oh! Well! You s-s-s-seeeeeeee-“ the sales droid stammered, smoke once again rising from her. “You have to f-f-feel them to un-un-understand!” Her arm shot out, giving the elf-bot’s breasts a demonstrative squeeze.

Jingle directed her attention straight at the sales droid, cheerfully announcing, “Unit compromised!” She pawed ineffectually at the sales-droid’s body who in turn continued to work the elf-bot’s breasts in firm but halting motions, the elf-bot’s head ticking back and forth.

“F-feel th-them!” the sales-droid barked, grabbing Max’s wrist and stuffing his hand into Jingle’s pert chest. “Com-compare!” Grabbing his other hand, she plunged it into her own more bountiful cleavage where he could feel the heat blasting from her open vents.

“So, Max – can you feel the difference?” Anne teased.

He certainly could – the heat radiating from the sales-droid left her breasts with a tacky texture to them. The elf-bot felt far more natural, though his fingers tingled from an electric charge buzzing through her. But when he tried to make a witty observation for Anne’s benefit, he found himself tongue tied, still rather self-conscious. “Umm… they’re both… nice?” he offered.

Anne sighed, then shouted, “What about her ass?!”

The sales droid blinked for a long while, Max’s tentative fondling destabilizing her even further. “N-no detail-tail-tail is overlooked when pre-preparing for the holiday seaassszzzzzonnnnnn!” She roughly pulled his hands free, planting one on the elf-bot’s round rump, and shoving the other up the back of her own skirt. “What d-d-do you th-thinnnnk?” She asked, accompanied by a sudden flourish of sparks from her open panel.

One of Max’s hands cupped the absurdly bubbly backside of Jingle, the other half-tangled in sales-droid’s panties. He gave each a squeeze, the sales-droid delivered a sudden gasp and more sparks, while Jingle’s own hands suddenly seized upon the sales droid’s jawline. “U-u-uuuuunit compromised!” she chirped again. With the straining of servos, the elf-bot began to pull on the sales-droid’s head, the sales-droid still awaiting Max’s answer.

“Is the elf ''supposed'' to do that?” Max asked just as he heard a metallic snap from inside the sales-droid’s neck.

“Of c-c-courszzzze!” she responded, taking no action while Jingle strained harder, a few lights flaring from within her throat. “Here at MALL, we maintain an on-site staff of t-t-top tierrrrr I-T-T-T workers to ensurrrre all our ro-robotic-ic-ic assistants neverrrrr mal-mal-mal-mallll-“ Max felt the sales-droid’s ass clench suddenly as Jingle tore her head from her shoulders, sparks and coolant spraying down the sales droid’s open blouse. The fluid seeping through the vent triggered another wave of sparks, the headless body quivering with splayed fingers while smoke poured insider her. With a final tug, Jingle snapped the head free from the few lingering wires. The sales-droid never lost her smile, and even managed to finish her sentence with a tinny, “-malfunctionnnnnnn!”

Jingle unceremoniously dropped the platinum-blonde head to the floor, turning to face Max with an impish grin. “D-do you want t-t-to unnnnnnwrap your p-present early?” He could sense the heat coursing from her, through the shimmer in the air around her and from her rapidly warming ass.

“Should I be worried here?” Max asked.

Anne finally bothered to pull up her khakis, still grinning at the smoldering body that had formerly been Evangeline’s. Engaging with her phone again, she asked, “So… what happens if you smack that booty?”

After a moment’s hesitation, Max followed through on Anne’s idle speculation. Drawing back his hand, he brought it firmly against the elf’s bubbly backside, which suddenly began to shiver and hum. The elf stiffened as a ‘beeping’ emanated from inside her.

“Hmmm… might want to give her some room,” Anne cautioned, and he quickly moved beside her while the beeping sound continued from inside Jingle at a slow but accelerating tempo. “Earrrlyyyyy? P-p-presennnts?” The elf stumbled toward them, but seemed unable to make progress for after every few steps, she’d go stumbling back. “Wwweee b-build t-toys f-f-orrr g-g-girls and b-b-boyssss!” she sang, breasts bouncing amid her stiff movements. Steam drifted from her pointed ears, patches of her skin glowing an unsettling red.

“Anne, are you sure we shouldn’t-“

“Shut up and watch!”

Now frozen in place, the elf-bot quivered with an intense, manic grin, smoke pouring from every orifice and several unseen seams while the beeping accelerated into a steady tone, her backside still vibrating wildly. “M-mm-merrryyyyy-!” A moment later, the sizzling elf-bot erupted in a percussive explosion, plastic and silicon and fragments of candy-cane striped legs sailing overhead as Max and Anne reflexively ducked away.

“Ho-ly shit!” Anne exclaimed, overjoyed at the outcome while Max could only stare at the mess. What was meant to be a festive diorama of Santa’s workshop was a tawdry mess of broken robots and smoldering electronics.

Max felt more of a sinking feeling as he surveyed the scene. “I, uh… think we should probably… leave?”

“Max!” Anne said, grabbing him by the shoulders, then spinning him around. “Look! At! All! These! Bots!” Max saw the cheery pink-haired girl in her bows and apron behind the counter at the brightly lit candy-shop. At the mattress store, he saw that tightly-wound, dark-haired girl who was always hard-selling, now diligently prepping the show room, her stiff posture seemingly heightened by whatever Anne had done. Down the way were the discordant sounds of the arcade. Max noticed the casual goth girl he assumed just haunted the place was putting out a sign displaying an upcoming tournament schedule. “Every one of them is dialed up to a hundred and ten and ready to serve! So before we fuck off from this mall forever, I say we make this a night to remember.”

“Anne-“

“Listen to me! The security system is taken care of, we have this entire place to ourselves, and you owe Eastbrook Holdings LL fucking C absolutely nothing. What they’re gonna get when they come in tomorrow is a complete catastro-fuck of bots in pieces, and a lesson of what can happen when you spend inordinate amounts of money just to ensure you don’t have to share any of it with actual human fucking beings!”

“But-“

“No ‘buts’, Max!” Anne was practically trembling. “I wasn’t progra-“ She froze, a look of absolute shock on her face. Taking a moment to calm herself, she started again. “I didn’t have to do it this way, you know! I could’ve just blown these bots to bits while slow-walking out the main entrance, but I wanted us to have some fun on our last night together!”

“Wait, what was that… what do you mean, ‘our last night together’?”

“I… I mean at this mall! C’mon, Max!”

Max still wasn’t convinced she had done all of this for him, but he could not shake the appeal of what was she was offering, nor the understanding that he’d never have a chance at something like this again. Part of him just wanted to take Anne and go, sort out the mess with the disembodied AI that was Evangeline, maybe even find a way to keep their jobs. Then again… “We’re already on the naughty list,” Max said, looking at the bot in the candy shop. “Fine, let’s have some fun.”

Anne beamed at him, turning up the twee rendition of Sleigh Ride pumping through the mall speakers. “That’s the spirit! Merry fucking Christmas, Max!”

==Part 5==
Max took a deep breath and marched toward the candy store. his eyes fixed on the cheery bubble-gum-haired clerk. She wore a vibrant pink and white dress, matching the shop's searingly sweet pastel aesthetic, standing at vacant attention behind the counter. The moment he entered, she flashed a brilliant smile, clasping her hands in front of an apron drawn tight against her full bosom. "Welcome to the Sweet Shop!" she said in a treacly squeak. "Are you interested in t-t-trying any samples?"

There was a manic intensity to her that Max fully attributed to Anne's meddling, and he wondered how little it would take before she… ''broke? Malfunctioned? Exploded?'' He felt a jab in the back from Anne, and cleared his throat. "Yeah, uh… I'd like to… sample your sweets?"

She giggled, her hand toying with the buttons on her blouse. "Something sweet? Something s-sour? Wh-what's your f-favorite flavor of ice c-c-cream?" She had undone the buttons so casually that Max only noticed when her cleavage was fully visible behind the frill of her apron.

"V-vanilla?" Max responded, and he heard Anne snort. Turning to her, he defensively asked, "What?"

"Help me out here, what's the flavor that's a metaphor for the most boring thing imaginable? Is it Pistachio? Rocky road? Neapolitan…?"

"Vanilla's a classic! Just because everyone likes a thing doesn't mean-"

Anne cut him off, directing his attention back toward the sweet shop girl. She was bent over the ice cream case, her ripe cleavage on full display, jiggling as she mined a heaping scoop.

"Stop arguing with me and go ''fuuuuck'' with her!" Anne insisted, pantomiming a suggestion by cupping her own breasts through her shirt and giving them a playful squeeze.

"But I ''like'' arguing with you," Max muttered, hoping his gaze wasn't beyond what Anne would consider polite when making a show of playing with her tits. He turned back to the ice cream case, uncertain if the sweet-shop girl's protracted efforts and the presentation of her cleavage were her way of flirting or whether it was just difficulty stemming from Anne's virus. After stacking a massive scoop on the cone, she went back for another, providing another eyeful of her breasts cupped by the lacy trim of her pink bra.

Despite Anne's prodding, Max just stood back and watched until the shop girl emerged from the case with two giant scoops of vanilla ice cream perched precariously on a cone held beside her ample chest. "H-here's your s-s-sample!" she chirped.

Max couldn't decide whether to reach for her or for the cone, and he heard Anne mutter, "Any day now…"

Max cleared his throat. "Oh, uh… my friend over there thinks vanilla is boring. Maybe you can add something more exciting to the mix?"

The sweet-shop-bot's head cocked to the side, blinking at Max in uncertainty. "More ex-exciting?"

"Yeah, like… what would you recommend to spice things up?"

A subtle shiver went through the shop-bot's body, as if asking her for anything more than a specific flavor was taxing the limits of her systems. "Ummm…" she said, and Max could hear fans beginning to whir in the bot's voluptuous frame as she stalled for more processing time. "Ummm…" A panel sprang open on her chest, just above her double-scoop of cleavage, a thin trail of smoke drifting from inside. "Ummmmmmmm…?" Max could feel the heat radiating from her even across the counter, her complexion warming to a bright peach color. Rivulets of vanilla ran down the teetering helping of ice cream, and one of the scoops sloughed to the side, spilling over the edge of the cone to plop directly into the bot's open chest panel.

Max recoiled from the sudden blast of sparks erupting from her, the generous scoop of ice cream melting quickly into her internal systems, streams of liquid vanilla running across her breasts. Her glassy eyes opened wider as an accelerating beeping blared from somewhere inside her.

"I-I-If you g-give me j-just a moment, I w-w-will be with yyyouuu-" she stammered in a digitized voice, seizing up entirely, smoke gushing from her smiling lips, her eyes staring forward blankly. The beeping was now a shrill whine, electricity crackling across tits slathered in melted ice cream.

"V-vanilla is always a cu-cus-customer favorite!" the sweet shop girl announced with a large, plastic smile before exploding, plastic and circuitry pinging across glass jars of candy, the scent of charred electronics overpowering the shop's saccharine sweet aroma.

"Holy shit!" Max exclaimed, looking back at Anne. "Are you OK?!"

Anne gave Max a very serious look, tenting her fingers in front of her lips.

"It was a nice finish, but that was more luck than skill." Anne placed a hand on Max's shoulder, taking a moment to flick a clump of pink hair partially fused with the fragment of a circuitboard. "Max, I need you to do ''more'' with this."

"Anne, she ''exploded''!"

"Oh, for sure - Miss Two-Scoops did great. My notes are all for ''you''! Where was the passion!? The ''get-back''!? Max, where was the ''horny''!?"

Max flushed, hyper-focused on her hand now squeezing his shoulder. "Er… Anne, what exactly are you suggesting I-"

Anne scrunched her nose, shaking her head. "No, I see it now - It's ''me''!" Before Max could vocalize a word of the fervent rebuke bubbling up inside him, Anne continued, pulling her hand back to smash a fist into her palm. "How can I expect you to be uninhibited when I'm looking over your shoulder, being all ''judgy''! I should be supportive, on the other side of the mall!" She bit her lip, "Maybe in the food court, with Mr. Sticky Buns…"

Max gestured to the largest remaining piece of the sweet-shop-bot, saying, "It's not that I don't appreciate this… this, uh…"

"Turbo fuck virus," Anne helped.

"Sure, but I'd rather we do this together!"

"And we ''will''! However, right now you need to get in the right headspace, and you're not gonna do that with me here. Go! Have fun! Lose those inhibitions!" Anne patted his cheek, then turned on her heel. "Then come find me by the cinnamon roll place when you've gotten a few more busted bots under your belt, and you can show me what you learned." Max watched the departing sway of a plump backside that was giving far more to her drab khakis than they deserved.

"S-sure!" Max called, trying to figure out her motivations. She seemed to have a very specific idea in mind of what he ''should'' be doing - but why not just tell him? What was he supposed to do with directions of 'more get-back' and 'more horny'?

Anne's well-framed rump brought to mind another shop girl with an ass so perfect, she had to be a bot. Ideas swirled around his head as he made his way to the mattress store, thinking he just might know the sort of thing Anne had in mind.

==Part 6==
Max stepped into the bed-filled showroom of "Moonlight Mattresses", finding its clerk - its ''robot'' clerk - bent over a mattress. She was tucking the bedsheets in almost as tightly as her khakis were fitted around her magnificently round ass. Max didn't think it was a coincidence that she was positioned perfectly for a customer to have this view right when they walked in, even though she feigned surprise when glancing over her shoulder. "Hello there!" she exclaimed with a buzzing voice. She straightened stiffly, spinning abruptly on her heel to face him, her ever-present professional cheer seemed even more forced than usual, everything about her somehow 'tighter' - her black hair wound in a neat bun, her close-fitting pants, her tucked polo, her gleaming white smile. "What brings you in here to-today?"

"Oh, I just wanted a look at that nice ass of yours." Max's attempt at nonchalance was scuttled by his voice cracking on the last syllable. But given her reaction, he wondered if that remark alone would be enough for her to blow her top - her eyes flared open, her mouth fell slack, a series of tics played out across her face. She managed to restore some semblance of normalcy, though a trail of smoke still drifted from her ear. "I... my.... if-if-if it's cushioning you're interested in, th-then look no further than our Sleepwell premium line of latex pillows, molded for a p-perfect night's rest!"

She walked stiffly to a nearby bed, picking up a pillow and turning a precise 180 degrees to face him, holding it awkwardly in her arms. "C-come f-feel how s-soft th-this is!"

"Uh… How about I feel your ass instead?" Max's heart was thudding as he sought to embrace Anne's edict of bot-busting - would she have given him points for directness or would she have been disappointed in his lack of wordplay?

The clerk froze with a look of stunned confusion, a sudden jet of sparks firing from her temple. In the ensuing silence Max heard a quiet beeping sound emanating from inside her. She abruptly snapped to with a look of unbridled confidence, saying, "I g-g-guarantee that if you com-com-compare the two, you will p-prefer the relaxing give y-yet f-firrrrrrrm resilience of our Sleepwell line!" She wheeled in place and prostrated herself across the bed, elevating her ass slightly in the air, then set the pillow next to her. "T-try them both and y-you'll see the difference between m-my ass and our t-top selling p-pillow!"

Not wanting to squander the opportunity, Max felt both the pillow and her rear, his fingers sinking into the cushioning of both, making a show of squeezing and massage each while the beeping grew louder. "It's no contest, your ass is clearly softer...~" he announced, giving her butt a rippling spank, her beeping accelerating faster in response.

"Wh-while it m-may feel s-softer, th-that c-can mmmake for a p-poor night's rest. It also lllacks the p-patended ergonomic '''ahhhh'''!" Her sales pitch ended in a gasp as Max brought his hand down the back of her pants, feeling her warm, artificial flesh and the sheer fabric of her equally soft cotton panties.

"Each... p-pillow '''ahhh!''' with a one-one-hundred-d percent satisssss-faction guarantee!" she moaned, her hips gyrating under his massage, her beeping warning him of her rapid destabilization.

"There's no need to sell yourself short!" Max said, giving her a squeeze. "Your butt has a plumpness the pillow just can't match!

She groaned in desperation, her hips quivering as the beeping intensified. "B-but... the-the Sssleepwelll.. it... you... g-guarantee..." she stammered, most of her distress seemingly coming from the fact Max was paying more attention to her ass than the pillow she was trying to sell him. "T-try s-sleeping on b-b-both!" she exclaimed, flopping across the bed, jerking her tight-fitting slacks over her hips to expose her beautiful backside, a delicate thong strung between her cheeks.

Max gave the bot a brief respite, resting on the pillow. "What do you know, this ''is'' pretty nice!"

"N-num-number one in cust-customer sastisfactionnnn!" she chirped from her prone position, the beeping slowing ever-so-slightly.

Max quickly rolled over, resting his cheek on hers, his hand reaching up to give her free buttock a tender squeeze. "But ''this''!" The beeping resumed, rocketing past its previous tempo. "It's just so smooth and warm!" He pressed his lips into her rump, giving it a deep kiss as he delivered another spank. "So kissable, so spankable!"

The beeping flatlined into a wail, electricity surging across her prostrate form as she still struggled to find the perfect sales pitch before her systems come to an explosive finish. "F-free p-pillow w-w-with purchase offfff my ass my ass my-my-my-my p-p-perfect c-customer approved-!"

Max felt her ass growing uncomfortably hot and quickly rolled off of her, just moments before her diatribe was cut short by her exploding. The air filled with a spray of machinery and a blizzard of fibers and latex foam, leaving almost nothing of her synthetic ass or the pillow to compare.

Max dusted the debris from his hair, already considering his next visit. Surely the All Natural store wouldn't have replaced their human staff with a… hippie robot? But that blonde girl who just started there had an unnaturally perfect figure that made him question the integrity a place that claimed to sell '100% all-natural solutions'.

He strolled back to the mall promenade, casting a final parting glance at the scorched mattress that represented the combination of Anne's virus and Max's interpretation of 'more horny'. He looked forward to telling her about it, and especially to seeing her expression when he told the 'headspace' he was currently found himself in.

==Part 7==

On his way to the 'All Natural' store, the sounds of the arcade caught Max's attention, and he was struck once more by the realization that the cute goth girl who was always hustling challengers was actually robot 'employee'. He had admired how she flexed so easily to match the skill of a few especially arrogant challengers, always managing to eek out a victory to win 2 out of 3, then 3 out of 5, then 4 out of 7… "Too bad she was a robot the whole time," Max muttered, then realized what he was saying and turned on his heel.

The interior of the arcade was incidentally lit by flashing multicolored lights from UFO Catchers, pinball machines, and the glow of dozens of arcade screens. An ostentatious 'Fighters Heaven' machine sat at the center, the room's only occupant casually punishing her CPU opponent with one chain after another. Max was drawn to the sway and jerk of her hips as she input combo sequences, her cute butt well-presented by her tight-fitting peg pants. Despite the din of the arcade, she seemed to notice Max's slow approach. She turned her pale and freckled face to him, wearing a sly smile on her dark lips, her makeup-ringed eyes sparkling with the same overtuned energy of every other bot in the place. "So..." she asked, her voice cracking with a flirty lilt, "you wanna play?

"I'd love to," Max said, returning her grin, then nodding toward the booming 'Dance Insurgency' game.

"You're on!" She abandoned her game in progress, walking over to the dance machine and hopping enthusiastically on to the second player's glowing pad. Max took his position beside her, the cabinet prompting for payment. She gave him a sidelong glance, then busied herself pulling her dark hair back into a scrunchy. This had the added benefit of pushing forward her pert chest, her small but noticeable piercings showing through the stretching fabric of her tank top. Max took the hint and managed to find the arcade card in the depths of his wallet, paying for both their games.

"Thanks!" she said as the charge for 2 players chimed over the cabinet speakers. "I'll get the next one..." she paused, adding with a wink, "...if you can beat me." The song select screen spun into focus, the arcade-bot's hand hovering over the select buttons. "Do you want to warm up first? Or should we dive right in?"

"How about a warm-up?" Max suggested. "You can show me how it's done…"

"You seemed so confident a second ago," she said with a smirk.

Max gave her a coy smile. "Maybe I've got a secret weapon..."

She twitched slightly, seemingly uncertain how to respond. "But if it's training you need, you've found the right g-girl." After her brief stutter, she flitted through the mode select and picked a training stage. The music started to pulse and she shrugged off her jacket, draping it over the bar behind her. "It's not just about finding the beat," she said, hips swaying as a driving bassline kicked in. "You need to look ahead, recognize the patterns..."

As she went through the simple routine, Max brushed his hand across the tight denim on her backside - she immediately faltered, missing a few easy steps as the game registered her broken combo.

"Wh-what?" she stammered, blinking in disbelief, steam wisping from her mouth. "H-how did I-?"

"I think I got it," Max interrupted. "Let's try something a little harder - assuming you're up for it?"

"I... I... I th-think you're ready for s-something hard-d-derrr..." she said, her eyes unfocused as she adjusted the difficulty, the bass intensifying in response while the screen counted down to the next round. "Let's s-see if you c-can keep up with th-this!"

Max lowered his own difficulty to beginner while she cranked hers to expert. "You're never gonna beat my score on easy mode," she chuckled, slapping the ready button for both of them. As soon as the song began, her feet were flying across the pad, making Max's simple plodding routine look at the more ridiculous by comparison. But she despite her efforts, she was regularly missing steps, her screen registering 'Miss!', 'Oof!', and '2 much 4 U?' When he was casually holding a long-press on his pad, he reached out and gave her ass a sharp smack, the bot freezing while a cavalcade of missed steps flashed across her screen until it ended her routine with a graffiti-styled note of, 'U Dancin' Bad! You lose!'

"I d-don't understand!" she growled as the game rated her performance as an 'F', compared to Max's marginally respectable 'B-'. "That should-should-should have beennnn-'' suddenly her body convulsed, sparks shooting from her chest, a beeping within her syncopating with the attract song as it prompted them for payment.

"I th-think the g-game is busted," she insisted.

"Or you could be…" Max muttered.

"Wh-what?" she stammered, more sparks emanating from her temple, highlighting her annoyed expression.

"Actually, I think those pants of yours might be a little too tight…?"

She blinked repeatedly before suddenly seizing on the suggestion. "Y-yes, i—i-it's these p-pants!" She unbuttoned and unzipped the tight-fitting jeans, wriggling them over her hips, servos whirring with every small movement. At the same time, Max scanned his arcade card again and picked the easiest song in the rotation, immediately hiting ready for both of them.

The arcade-bot snapped upright as the song began, her pants still around her ankles. The routine started with a foot on both the left and right arrows, and her attempt to comply sending her tumbling into Max. He caught her, her lithe body steaming, beeping, and putting off a strange electric hum.

"Here, let me help you!" Max pulled off her shoes and pulled her pants from her ankles, propping her back up with a tender squeeze of her cute butt. She was barely able to remain upright, smoke rushing from her as sparks rained down on the dance pad. Her beeping was a near-constant tone, and Max knew it wouldn't be long now.

"A-another g-g-game!" she demanded, pointing at the card reader.

"Sure!" Max started, theatrically pulling out his card before pausing. "Although… isn't this one on you? I mean, you //did// just lose…"

"L-lose!?" she gasped. "L-l-losssszzzzze!?" She quivered in a pique of rage, bending down for her pants to retrieve her wallet, presenting Max with the opportunity to give her ass the biggest smack yet. The sharp report from his hand meeting the soft, smooth artificial skin of her round cheek elevated the beeping alarm to its highest pitch yet. She moaned desperately, her systems on the verge of destruction. She fumbled the arcade card in her trembling hands while Max backed away as her billowing smoke and electrical discharges intensified. She pressed the card against the reader, registering the payment with a chime that seemed to hit her like a physical blow. "E-rror, v-v-iolation in pri-pri-primary functionnnn~!" she squeaked, her internal alarm a piercing squeal of warning before the arcade bot exploded on the dance pad into pieces of sparking detritus. There was nothing left of either her or the front of the arcade cabinet that didn't have sparking wires and exposed circuitry visible.

Max glanced around, hoping that Anne had witnessed this latest effort of his - but he only a few other twitchy mall bots manically tending to their shops. Of course, if she really //had// been watching and he had known, he would have been far too self-conscious to do what he just did… Or maybe he was finally ready to lose his inhibitions, really do something funny and clever and //sexy// with the bots in front of her, and then…? "Just… one more by yourself," he vowed, setting off again.

Naughty or Nice

2023-10-03T20:25:15Z

LongTimeLurker:

Naughty or Nice

2023-10-03T20:23:27Z

LongTimeLurker: /* Part 6 */

=Naughty or Nice=
==Part 1==
“Would you look at the ass on this elf!?”

Max glanced over from his work to see Anne lifting the skirt of the “Christmas Elf” he had just unboxed. Beneath her frilled green hem, jingling with tiny brass bells, he saw the elf’s shapely contours in stark detail. He was almost mesmerized by the way the red and white of her candy-striped tights stretched across the smooth, round surfaces of her cheeks.

“Uh… yep!” Max agreed, hastily forcing his attention back to prying open the next crate.

“’Yep?’ You see the plum pudding they gave Jingle here, and all you can say is, ‘Yep?!’”

“What am I supposed to say?” he grunted, prying open another corner of the human-sized wooden crate. That ass is not half as nice as yours? Even in her uniform’s drab khakis, Anne’s generous hips and bountiful backside could not be suppressed, its tantalizing swells and the precise curvature of her panty line seared into his mind’s eye.

“I dunno, maybe show some enthusiasm for just how horny this setup is going to be? Oh shit,” she gasped. “These elves are kinda stacked… and I think they even gave them nipples! C’mon Max, check this out - I know you’re a breast man!”

He felt his face flush as he glanced up again, his eyes inadvertently but inevitably finding Anne’s full, round, and perfect breasts, an enticing glimpse of pale cleavage peeking through the unbuttoned grey of her work polo. She beamed as she tested the blankly-staring elf’s chest, her apple-cheeks glowing from a wide grin. “I’m kinda busy here,” Max muttered, starting on the last corner of the crate.

“Jeez, what’s with you tonight?” she asked, moving on to explore the robotic elf’s nearly identical ‘sister’, Sprinkles.

“This just wasn’t how I planned on spending my Friday night!” The crate’s lid groaned as it came loose with a final pry.

“Somewhere you’d rather be than an empty mall with the E-Cell assistant manager and salesperson of the month for November?” Anne asked, a faint pout not entirely sarcastic in her voice.

He dropped the crowbar, startling them both as it hit the floor with a metal clang. “Sorry,” he said, meeting her dark brown eyes. “It’s not you, I just had this sprung on me last minute. Why are you stuck here, anyway? Is Troy picking you up?”

“Maybe I just want to spend some quality time with my work-husband,” she said airily, going back to prodding the elf-bot. Max felt relief when a smile returned to her pink lips. She was right, he should be enjoying a late-night hang with her. Despite seeing her regularly throughout the day, it was nice to be around her after closing. She was so much more relaxed, none of that ‘sales-mode’ she seemed to be stuck in during mall hours. At night, she’d let her dark, auburn hair fall down over her shoulders, undo the top buttons on her shirt... he shook his head, refocusing on the task at hand.

“You know what I think it is?” Max asked aloud, pushing aside the wooden lid. “It’s that last year, we had a human Santa.”

“Buddy, if you’re lamenting the displacement of the human workforce by horny robots…“ she manipulated Sprinkles’ arms until the droid was grabbing its own breasts, “…then you’re a little late to the party.”

“Yeah, yeah, I saw the new girl at the sunglasses store.” A supermodel fitted with cheekbones that had to have been machine-milled.

“The sunglasses girl is when you noticed? Not the garden store? Not Teddy Bear Palace? That artisanal olive oil place? Every barista at every Star Roast? The inform-”

“Wait, olive-oil girl is a robot?!” Max exclaimed. “But she’s always eating those sticky buns!” A second later. “Wait, is the sticky buns guy a robot?”

Anne snorted. “Of course he is. “ While adjusting the elf’s jaw into a rapturous grin, she muttered, “Still wouldn’t mind him stickying my buns, though…”

“But wait, you’re saying they built a robot that craves pastries?”

“And that sells overpriced olive oil! The latest bots do all sorts of ‘behavioral emulations’, ways to appear human so apathetic shoppers and particularly dense IT workers don’t kick up a fuss while all the flesh-and-blood staff are replaced by plastic-and-oil sales drones.”

Max sighed. “Man, I thought I had a real rapport with olive-oil girl.”

“That must be why you call her as ‘olive-oil girl’,” she muttered, carefully tilting the elf’s head back.

“We’re not on a first name basis or anything, but…”

Anne rolled her eyes. “Did you buy some artisanal olive oil from her?”

“Some citrus-infused vinegar, actually,” Max said, a little defensive.

“That is the entire basis of your ‘rapport’, an if-else statement that runs flirt dot E.X.E whenever you pay a five-hundred percent markup.” She finished posing the elf who now appeared to be having a religious experience while grabbing her breasts. “Whereas our relationship will always be strictly unprofessional, and I would never have it tainted by something as tawdry as commerce.”

“You made me fix your broken phone last week!”

“Yes, but I didn’t pay you for it!” she said with prim satisfaction, moving on to pose Jingle.

Max shook his head, glancing at the paper taped to the Styrofoam lid inside the crate, warnings in bold and italics stressing the importance of immediately updating Mrs. Claus after unpacking her. “Robots everywhere… I can’t believe I didn’t notice…”

Anne sidled up next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, cheer up! Is it the existential crisis that's got you down? Or is it olive-oil girl being less Olive, and more oil?”

“You are the literal worst,” Max groaned, trying not to give her the satisfaction of a smile. “Just help me get Mrs. Claus on her feet.”

“Ooh!” Anne exclaimed excitedly, stopping Max before he could remove the inner lid. “Do you think she’s, like, a super sexy dominatrix Mrs. Claus? Because after those two elves…”

“I’m guessing the Eastbrook Mall opted for the more traditional ‘milk-and-cookies granny’.” He pulled up the lid and was a little disappointed to see he was correct. Inside was a quintessential grandmother dressed in red velvet trimmed with white fur, a pair of gold-rimmed spectacles perched on her bulbous nose.

“OK,” Anne said, only slightly deterred, “but what kind of ass is she working with?”

“Probably more prune than plum,” Max replied, the two of them lifting the inert figure out of the crate. “Plug her in, would ya?” He picked up the control tablet, ‘Mrs. Claus’ appearing in the list of devices beneath Jingle and Sprinkles as soon as Anne attached the power cord. He was surprised at the myriad options available when he selected her – among them, a particular slider caught his eye.

“Hey, Anne,” he called, his finger poised.

“Hm?” she asked, pulling her head from beneath Mrs. Claus’s dress.

“Check this out.” Max ramped the slider all the way down – in response, the machinery within Mrs. Claus hummed to life. Her skin drew tight across her as she stood up straight from her stooped posture, her shawl parting slightly from the swell of a bosom filling the blouse beneath. Her gray curls loosened into golden ringlets beneath her lacey bonnet, framing the face of a beautiful woman at least fifty years younger than the one they had unpacked.

After a moment of stunned silence, Anne stalked toward him. “Give! Me! That!” she demanded, snatching the tablet out of his hands.

“Don’t fuck with her too much,” Max cautioned. “I haven’t updated her yet, and-“

“I can’t believe this!” Anne exclaimed, her fingers flitting across the settings screen. “Who knew Mrs. Claus was so into discipline!” She guffawed, then quickly pulled the tablet away when Max tried to see what she was doing. “When I’m done!” Max stepped back, watching with growing curiosity while Anne continued to adjust settings, muttering to herself, “Some of this… definitely this… why, Mrs. Claus, I had no idea!”

“We should probably update her, though…” Max tried again.

Anne ignored him, running her finger swiftly up and down the tablet's surface. The statuesque beauty suddenly withered back to the kind-faced septuagenarian, then immediately springing into her young, gorgeous incarnation. “Naughty! Nice!” Anne repeated as the droid shrank and grew between the two extremes, machinery inside her facilitating this repeated transformation starting to whine and hiss. “Wait, are her boobs getting bigger every time I do this?” Anne muttered, going faster still.

“Anne, I can see smoke!” Max cried, snatching the tablet from her.

“But I’m not done!” she exclaimed in manic glee, snatching it back. “Just let me-“ the tablet suddenly fell from their hands, cracking sharply against the concrete floor.

“Fuck,” Max summarized, looking between the shattered screen and a young, busty Mrs. Claus, smoke wisping from beneath her red bonnet.

“Max…” Anne started, but was cut off by the metronomic clacking of stiletto heels.

Both her and Max turned to the fast-approaching Evangeline Eastbrook, the mall’s heiress, proprietor, manager, spokeswoman, figurehead – her position wasn’t entirely clear, but what Max did know was that she was his superior many times over, and her sudden appearance never made things easier for him.

“What is this shit?!” she demanded, gesturing at the smoldering, voluptuous blond robot and the lewdly displayed elf.

“Ms. Eastbrook, you’re looking lovely this evening!” Anne attempted. It was true, but when wasn’t it? Evangeline was always immaculately put together, a mannequin perfectly proportioned for the sheer pencil skirt suits she wore. There was never a hair out of place in her severe platinum bob, her austere makeup applied with laser-precision across a face no wrinkle or laugh line would dare besmirch.

She turned to Anne. “E-Cell is starting its new holiday promotion tomorrow.”

“Right as ever, Ms-“

“Then why are you here?”

“Just… helping…” Anne finished meekly. With an apologetic look toward Max, she turned and left, managing her departure with some dignity for the first few steps before breaking into an all-out sprint back to her store.

“And I repeat,” Evangeline stated, the weight of her full attention shifting back to Max. “What. Is. This. Shit?”

“We… I fucked up. Completely! But I promise, this will all be fixed by the time we open!” Her perfect lashes closed slightly, focusing her gaze into a drill-press that Max could feel at the exact midpoint between his eyes. “er… fixed before we open! Hours before we open!”

Finally, Evangeline relented. “Let’s hope that you do,” she said, striding over to Sprinkles and restoring the elf to a more natural pose. “And I want these two ‘elves’ plugged into my security system ASAP.”

“...Security?”

“They’re supposedly Holdfast compatible. If so, I could use them in the off-season for patrol and incident response.” Max was having trouble imagining the spritely pair hauling off some rowdy drunk, even if they did lose the tights and bells. “And I want to know if they’re actually going to work, or if I need to send them back.”

“You can count on me,” Max said, trying not to stress over the myriad compatibility issues he was bound to face, given their security system was a few updates behind.

“I suppose we’ll see, won’t we?” Evangeline said coldly before turning away, the clack of her heels echoing in his mind long after her departure.

“Well,” Max sighed, retrieving the cracked and glitching tablet from the ground. “Time to get to work.”

==Part 2==
“Happy Holidays, Jingle is online!” Jingle the elf cheered to no one in particular, flinging her arms wide in untamed exuberance. She fixed Max with her twinkling hazel eyes and said, “To continue with the setup process, please accept the license agreement on your tablet, OK?”

Max glanced between the grinning bot’s radiant plastic smile and the cracked screen – of course the EULA was hidden behind streaks of broken diodes.

“Do you have a vocal setup process?” Max asked after a few blind taps on what might have been the EULA’s accept button yielded no results.

“Sure, do!” she said with a giggle. “I’ll just need the setup passphrase! You’ll find it, along with several other helpful resources, in the packet marked ‘Start Here.’”

Max sifted through the quick-start guides and colorful offers for upgrades and accessories to transform them into witches, pilgrims, ‘secret shoppers’... He eventually found the card he was looking for. “Um… Register Jingle four X seven… pumpernickel, gumdrop, Vixen.”

She gave a slight shiver, then dove into a somersault, springing up with her bells jingling inches away from him. “Now it’s time to get me hooked up to your network!” she announced, though Max wondered exactly how her programming was guiding her, and why it would have her standing at a distance that could only be described as ‘intimate’. He watched her smiling face, its faintly artificial sheen offset by a smattering of freckles, waiting for her to give some indication why she was this close. But she only stood there, eyes twinkling as they looked into his.

Telling himself he just wanted to ‘see what would happen’, he leaned down to kiss the fay-faced robot on her smiling lips. Immediately she stood on her toes to meet him with a chaste peck, but this was followed by a coy smile that seemed to promise more. “Perhaps you’d like to unwrap your present early…” she said demurely, a finger toying with the ends of her choppy pixie cut.

Max cleared his throat and took a step back, reminding himself that he still needed this job, and getting intimate with the Christmas Elf bot when he had a looming deadline was probably not the best use of his time. “Please connect to network E-M underscore-”

“Sorry?” she said, wearing a confused expression.

“Um… can we resume setup? Y’know, connecting you to our network?”

“Of c-course!” she stammered, her head ticking before her cheery smile returned. “Let’s c-continue with my s-setup!”

“It’s network E-M underscore H-F, and I’ve got the security image… here.” He thumbed through the authenticator on his work phone, showed her the swirling security image. She stared at it, her eyes flashing briefly.

“This is a Holdfast enabled security network. Would you like me to enable my integrated security functionality?”

Max dared to hope it might be just this easy. “Yes, please do.”

She shifted her weight slightly, her face taking on an alarmed expression. “Uh-oh! It looks like you’re not on the latest version! You’ll have to update your Holdfast Security Software before we can continue!”

“Uh… admin override?” he tried.

“Sorry, I don’t know what you mean!”

Max was certain he couldn’t get the network software upgraded in the hours remaining, given that he had been running into strange errors whenever had he attempted over the past week. A wild thought occurred to him, and he approached the elf again, putting his arms around her waist.

“But if you’d like to take a break from the setup process,” she whispered.

“Please try connecting again,” Max said, and she adopted a confused expression before responding with a hesitant, “O-OK!” Max immediately kissed her fully on the lips, feeling an electric shudder course through the bot. When he finally broke from her, she wore a distant, glazed expression.

“C-connectionnnn… up-updaaaate…re-re-re-re-re-re-”

“Try connecting again for me?”

After a long pause, she gave him a vacant smile. “Connection es-st-stablished!”

Max gave a fist pump, daring to hope he might actually sort this out. “Can you configure the other elf?”

“Of course!” Jingle pranced over to the other elf, taking hold of both of her hands. A moment later, Sprinkles’s eyes flew open, her face mirroring her partner’s sugary smile. “Sprinkles is on-line!”

Hoping to carry the momentum, Max said, “OK, now activate Mrs. Claus!”

“You got it!” “Right away!” The two elves skipped over to the busty and broken Mrs. Claus, each taking one of her hands. Jingles looked at the other elf and frowned. “Uh-oh! It looks like Mrs. Claus might need some T.L.C!”

“But don’t worry!” Sprinkles continued. “We can take care of the return process and have her back her, lickity-split!”

“No, no!” Max exclaimed, running up to them. “I need her tonight!”

“Thanks to our fast and easy return process, we can have a replacement shipped within hours, with a guaranteed arrival time of two business days!” Jingle and Sprinkles were already maneuvering Mrs. Claus back into her box, although her youthful and curvaceous transformation was making the fit into the granny-mold packaging difficult. “And if you’ve been watching the calendar as closely as we have, you’ll know that still leaves plenty of time for holiday fun!” Sprinkles gave him a wink that he could only interpret as deliberately antagonizing.

“Before we order the replacement, can you just… let me try to fix her first?”

“I’m sorry, but that would violate her warranty!” Sprinkles said with effusive holiday cheer.

As he considered how kissing might be used to alter their directives once more, Max decided to take a slightly more practical route. “Um… hey, can the two of you do a quick patrol of the mall? Before we handle her return?”

“Of course we can!” Jingle said without hesitation, taking Sprinkles’s hand. “C’mon, Sprinkles!”

Max watched the two elves go skipping off, having his doubts about their off-season utility as guards. “That’s Evangeline’s problem…” Turning back to the awkwardly sprawled Mrs. Claus, half-stuffed into her packaging, Max walked over and tried powering her on with a prolonged press on the back of her neck. He heard a troubling buzzing sound emanating from inside her, culminating in a sharp electric pop! Immediately regretting his decision, Max was about to power her off again when her eyes fluttered open. She stared outward vacantly for several seconds before Max asked, “Mrs. Claus? Are you online?”

Her eyes narrowed, fixing him with a contemptuous glare. “Someone has been a very naughty boy!”

Max chuckled. “You don’t know the half of <urk!>” Mrs. Claus’s hand shot out, gripping his throat as she extracted herself from her packaging.

“And someone needs to be taught some respect!” she continued, drawing herself up on her feet. Max immediately regretted letting Anne have the tablet at all, certain that this combination of a haughty and imposing Mrs. Claus was entirely her doing.

“Power off!” Max wheezed, clutching at her grip. Dozens of protocols and safety features have intervened before her hand exerted even the slightest pressure on his neck, but clearly there were a number of things not quite right with this bot.

“Every year, children around the world conduct themselves with d-dig-dignity and obedience,” she continued, ignoring his command as a slight electric stutter marred her speech.

“S-stop choking me!”

She dropped him to the ground, planting a black leather boot upon his chest and forcing him on his back when he tried to sit up. “And here you are, flaunting their example by reveling in wickedness and perversity!”

“Mrs. Claus, help!” Max tried, hoping to trigger the aid protocol that was present in almost every ‘bot.

“I intend to!” she said in a discomforting whisper, leaning forward with her golden ringlets spilling over her shoulders, her large bust gently shifting beneath a blouse whose straining buttons were poised to be sent flying at any moment. “And that begins with the fun-fun-fundamentallllsszzz-“ her blue eyes crossed, a whisp of smoke drifting from her scowling lips, and Mrs. Claus froze. Max quickly tried to push her boot off his chest, but this only succeeded in destabilizing the bot. With a squeal from her protesting servos, Mrs. Claus collapsed on top of him, her chest smothering his face.

Under most other circumstances, Max would be delighted to be buried in such an ample bosom, silicon or no – but even ignoring the job he needed to do, this bot was proving to be far too unstable for comfort. Pushing her juddering form to one side, he scrambled on all fours for her packaging to find her administrator pass-phrase, only to feel a hand grab him by the ankle.

“Wheerrrrrre d-do you think you’re g-g-going?” she asked, pulling him effortlessly across the polished mall flooring before sitting heavily upon his back.

“Oof! Mrs. Claus, you need to power down, you’re dangerously malfunctioning and-“ Max’s cut his desperate plea short when he heard another voice sounding even more frustrated than his own.

“You’re not listening, I work here!”

Glancing behind him past the blonde bot perched upon his back, he saw Anne being dragged toward the display by Jingle and Sprinkles, the elf ‘sisters’ smiling pleasantly despite Anne’s protests.

“What are you two doing?!” Max exclaimed. “Let her go!”

The two bots immediately complied, though Sprinkles began, “This unit is running compromised software and presents a severity one threat to-“

“Yes, I’ll update you as soon as I can!” Max interrupted, watching as Anne’s own panic-stricken face gave way to wide-eyed amazement at his current predicament.

“So, uh, Max. How’s the setup going?”

Delivering a quick swat to Max’s backside, Mrs. Claus responded, “Max has been a very naughty b-boy!”

“He has, hasn’t he?” Anne said with a smirk. “If only someone could teach him some discipline.”

Mrs. Claus gave an arch laugh that quickly became corrupted with static.

“What the fuck, Anne!?” Max gasped. “This is… she’s…here, there’s an admin passphrase in her box, just read it to her and get her the fuck off of me.”

“Now, when you say, ‘in her box’,” Anne recoiled at the look Max gave her and stepped over to Mrs. Claus’s packaging, rummaging through it while the buxom blonde produced another series of sparks from her absently staring head. “OK!” Anne announced, pulling out a stiff piece of card stock. “Listen up Mrs. Claus X twenty-three… `Candy-Cane, Tinsel, Donner, Dew-Drop.’”

Mrs. Claus shuddered, giving off more sparks. “W-would you like to begin the setup process?” she asked calmly.

Anne chewed her lip for a moment, ignoring the initially incredulous and then desperate shakes of Max’s head. “Mmm… how about first you punish that very naughty boy you’re sitting on.”

“Oh my god, Anne!” Max gasped, trying to wriggle out beneath the Mrs. Claus-bot while she quickly pinned him to the floor.

Anne smirked. “Hey, you started this when you sent the elves after me…”

“That wasn’t on purpose!”

She shrugged. “It also wasn’t as funny.”

Mrs. Claus leaned in close, whispering, “This will go much better for you if you j-just accept your punishment…”

“Alright, Anne,” Max muttered, craning his neck to see the two stock-still elf-bots. “Jingle! Sprinkles! Whatever Mrs. Claus does to me, I want you to do to Anne!”

Anne looked confused for a moment right before the elves pounced on her, knocking her to the mall floor and then sitting across her back in tandem.

“Touché,” muttered Anne, looking across the vinyl floor at her similarly compromised co-worker.

“Balls in your court,” Max remarked, patiently waiting for her to end this. But when she only grinned at him, Max was forced to admit he had grossly underestimated what she was willing to tolerate.

==Part 3==
“What are you waiting for?!” Anne asked the shuddering Mrs. Claus. In response, the buxom bot sat upright with a whir, raised a hand, and brought it swiftly down upon Max’s backside in a sharp swat across his trousers. While Max recoiled from the strike, the elf-bots did as he had instructed and mirrored the motion, a pair of slaps across Anne’s larger posterior. Anne only grinned and said, “Mrs. Claus, I think Max’s pants are getting in the way of proper punishment.”

“Anne, what the fuck!? This looks bad enough as it is – but if Evangeline finds us with… stop that!” Mrs. Claus dutifully began to work at his button and zipper, her stiff mechanical fingers overpowering his own attempts to remain fully clothed until she tore his khakis free with a sharp tug. Across from him, it seemed Anne was actually helping the elves, wriggling her hips as they both drew her own khakis across her wide curves – and he couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of her black panties, their elastic biting into the plush expanse of an ass that fully lived up to his embarrassingly frequent imaginings.

A sudden slap across his boxers stunned him from his reverie, and the two elves spanking Anne stunned him back into it. He felt confused, aroused, and incredibly frustrated at this predicament, calling out, “Anne! What is it you’re trying to do here?!”

She flashed a knowing grin, biting her lip when the elves swatted her rump once more in response to Mrs. Claus’s continued punishment. “Can’t you just enjoy the moment?” Seeing his forlorn expression, she sighed, and said, “You know, all you’d have to do is spank her right back.”

“Wha? How?!” In what was meant to be a demonstration of futility, he attempted moving his arms to reach Mrs. Claus’s butt where it sat upon his waist, only to discover he actually could. Abandoning his complaint of the impossibility of it, he instead argued the practicality: “And what exactly is that supposed to accomplish!?”

“Just give it a go!”

Not expecting much, Max contorted his arm and blindly delivered as solid a swat on Mrs. Claus’s curvaceous rump as he could. Beneath her woolen coat, he felt the give of her plastic backside, followed by the bot sitting bolt upright. There was a looping buzzing sound, every time ending in a sharp electric snap. “What’s happening?” Max asked.

“In simple terms,” Anne explained, “you attempted to reverse her role from dom to sub, but it looks like she’s having some trouble switching gears. In fact, she seems to be locked in a feedback loop that’s only going to end when her CPU overheats to the point of igniting her inadequately shielded cranial battery pack.”

“She’s going to explode because I touched her butt!?”

“To be fair, you spanked that ass! And to even fair-er, she was not in a good state when this whole thing kicked off.”

“When you made her tackle me!” Max said, writhing out from beneath the bot as she sank on her haunches, her head twitching, smoke beginning to leak from her mouth and ears. “Mrs. Claus, shut down! Power off! Emergency shut down!” he tried, almost tripping over his pants as he scrambled to her packaging and frantically flipped through the minimal ‘quick-start’ guide for some clue on how to power her off.

“Just sit back and watch the show!” Anne suggested, still pinned by the two elves with her own khakis around her thighs.

“If Mrs. Claus literally explodes, I’m fucking done here!” Max ran over to the smoldering bot, putting his fingers beneath her chin and at her temples, pressing firmly for several seconds. He only felt her becoming warmer to the touch as one of her eyes squinted at him. “N-naught-t-tyyyy b-b-boyyyy!”

Anne rolled her eyes. “So you lose your job at a place that has fired ninety percent of its human staff only a few months before they figure out how to shitcan the remaining ten?”

“IF that happens, that’s two months where I can still make rent!” Max leaped back from Mrs. Claus at the sudden eruption of sparks. There was a fizzling sound, and Mrs. Claus’s head shot from side to side, strands of her synthetic her blonde hair wilting from the heat. “Naught-t-t-tyyy not-not-not niiiiice not naughty not naught nice not-“ she squealed in an increasingly high-pitched tone. With a final chastising look at Max and a clear pronouncement of “Naughty!”, her head went up in an almost festive explosion of tinsel and flame.

Max uncoiled from his defensive crouch, staring at the smoke and sparks still pouring from the jagged remnants of the robotic Mrs. Claus’s neck, when he heard a voice shriek, “What in the name of God is happening here?!” The rapid clacking of Evangeline’s approach sent Max’s already frazzled nerves into a state of sheer panic. Even Anne appeared flustered, hastily working at her phone.

Knowing this was an entirely lost cause, that there was nothing he could say or do that would change the outcome, Max sheepishly pulled up his ripped pants and said, “Ms. Eastbrook, there is an explanation...”

“For why Mrs. Claus’s head just exploded? For why those two elves are straddling Miss Keyes’s pelvis? Perhaps there is even a very good reason why her trousers are currently around her knees?”

“Elves on a pelvis,” Anne muttered to herself, still working at her phone.

“Is there something you wish to to add, Miss Keyes?” Evangeline snapped.

Something seemed to have changed in Anne, her attention entirely focused on her phone as her thumbs worked furiously at the screen. “Actually, yeah,” she said, working up the courage. “Max, I wanted to give this to you as a Christmas present, and I know it’s only November, but…”

“Enough!” Evangeline shouted. “I want both of you t-to.” She had a sudden nervous tick, cleared her throat, and began again. “I want b-b-both of of yooouuuu-“ Her words came at a slow drawl, her face locking into a sneer. Max didn’t know what to think - Was she having an aneurysm?!

“Unit compromised!” Jingles and Sprinkles both exclaimed, leaping up from Anne to rush toward Evangeline.

“What are you – get off of me!” Evangeline suddenly came to, trying to push the elf-bots away as they took her by either arm. “Max! Get control of these things!”

“Stop! Jingle, Sprinkles, let her go!” Max shouted, darkly amazed that the situation was still somehow getting worse for him and Anne. “Anne, are you controlling them?!”

“Not even a little!” Anne said, making no attempt to hide the delight in her voice.

“Sorry, but this unit must be powered down,” Jingle said, struggling to maintain her hold on Evangeline.

“And quarantined from the network!” Sprinkles added.

“Then power down!” Max commanded, rushing to aid his very-soon-to-be-ex boss.

“Unable to comply!” they both squealed in unison. “I am engaged in an active severity one security incident!”

“Max!” Evangeline hissed, her face contorted into a level of fury he had never before witnessed. “Get these two bots under control NOW!“

“Right! Uh…” resorting to the only thing that had worked before, Max swallowed and grabbed each of the elves by their surprisingly soft backsides, delivering a firm squeeze with both hands. Jingle and Sprinkles abruptly stopped grappling with Evangeline, jolting upright with an expression somewhere between, “Holiday Cheer” and “Unexpected Groping Exception.”

“Jingle? Sprinkles?” Max said, giving the springy material in each hand a vigorous massage, feeling their skin-tight leggings slipping across their smooth artificial skin. “Prepare to transfer administrative rights to Evangeline Eastbrook. Ms. Eastbrook, could you identify?”

“Yes, I’m Evangeline Eastbrook!” she barked, finally able to pull her arms free, beads of sweat forming on her formerly implacable brow.

“Initiate rights transfer now,” Max said, hoping this would work and that whatever madness was infecting them, they wouldn’t be able to take direct action against their admin. He drew back his hands and gave them each a spank for good measure.

“Transferred!” chirped Jingle, beaming like a maniac.

“T-transferrred!” Sprinkles voiced a half-second later. She suddenly turned to her partner and said, “Error – unit is under the control of a compromised A.I”

“Error!” Jingle responded, reminding Max of a petulant child as she repeated her companion’s line verbatim. “Unit is under the control of a-ack!” Her voice was cut short when Sprinkles lunged at her, and the two Elf robots immediately became locked in a wrestling match amid the high-pitched squeals of their vocalizations and their servos.

“I am fucking done with this shit!” Evangeline said, stepping around the two grappling bots to confront Max.

Shrinking from her approach, he pointed behind her and said, “If you don’t do something, they’re gonna tear each other to bits!” At that very moment, he saw Jingle rip open Sprinkle’s blouse, presumably trying to gain access to her core access panel.

“GOOD!” Evangeline roared. “Because THAT would be an easy warranty case to make! Whereas I don’t know HOW I’m going to explain what the two of you have done to Mrs. Claus.”

“Max introduced a conflict in her directive-“

“Anne, SHUT UP!”

“jus sayin’…”

Behind Evangeline, Jingle tossed aside the shredded remnants of Sprinkles’s top, exposing her candy-cane striped bra, while Sprinkles has managed to remove the same undergarment from her partner, Jingle’s pert plastic breasts bouncing wildly in the melee.

“Can we just get this over with,” Max asked, tearing his attention away from the robotic-Christmas-elf fight to the death. “I’m fired, right?”

“Obviously!” Evangeline paused, brushing the sweat from her forehead. “What’s more, you’ll be facing felony charges for what you’ve done here!”

Max flinched. “Wh-what felonies?!”

“Mmmmm,” Anne piped up, still lying on the ground, focused on her phone. “I’ll show you the list.”

“Anne, would you please start taking this seriously?” Max hissed.

“Neutra-tralize-lized!” Jingle announced, her fist now embedded in the chest of her counterpart, Sprinkles staring at the opening into her electronic inner workings with the same enthusiasm that she had exhibited since being powered on. Her bright eyes became crossed, smoke wafting from her smiling pink lips, as she squeaked, “Ha-happy me-merry en-en-enjoy hol-hol-holidayyyyy sea-sea-seasonnnnnn-!” Jingle tore her arm free, wrenching the core and most of its housing from the bot’s cavity. Sprinkles wavered for a few seconds before tipping forward, hitting the flooring hard with a plastic crunch. Jingle stood, twitching and topless, her tattered green dress falling away to leave her in nothing but her torn candy-stripe leggings and her jingling elf-shoes.

Evangeline seemed annoyed that she was still operational, but also seemed incredibly fatigued by the entire ordeal. “Elf-bot!” she demanded, loosening a button on her blouse while fanning herself with her free hand. “Take these two idiots to loss prevention.” She faced Max while the topless robotic elf took his arm, and said, “You both can wait there until the police arrive.”

“Mmmm,” Anne piped up again, still on her phone. “Not happening.”

“And why is th-that?” Evangeline stammered, hardly able to contain her fury, and frustrated even further when Jingle seemed to grind to a halt.

“Merry Christmas, Max!” Anne announced, tapping her phone. Max heard the mall powering up as shutters opened, store lights flicked on, and a banal holiday instrumental filled the air.

“What are you doing?” Max asked.

“Activating a virus in every bot – well, almost every bot – in the mall.”

Max glanced around nervously as various sales droids emerged from supply closets and storage rooms in a strange processional – dozens of beautiful sales droids vacantly opening up their respective shops. “What virus?” he asked.

“For that, I’ll turn to Miss Eastbrook’s to help explain. Or rather, demonstrate.” Max slowly turned from Anne to Evangeline, the ever-impeccably-dressed administrator undoing a second button on her blouse, frantically fanning herself, no longer following their conversation.

“Miss Eastbrook is… she’s a…?”

Above Evangeline’s tanned cleavage, a vent suddenly sprang open, and Max heard a number of fans wining in desperation.

==Part 4==
“You’ve d-done something to the climate control system!” Evangeline growled, the sudden vent on her chest going without notice or comment.

“I guess you could say that?” Anne said, finally putting her phone down and resting her chin on her arms, watching her manager with a look amusement. “Like in a very, very localized sense…”

Evangeline removed her jacket, her white blouse becoming translucent from the profusion of sweat – or coolant – beading across her body. “Whatever you’ve d-d-done,” she snarled at Anne. “t-turn it back down!”

“Is she – is she going to end up like Mrs. Claus?” Max could not stand Miss Eastbrook, but even if she was a robot, she was something more complex than the one that now sat headless only a few feet from her. It didn’t feel right just to watch her get destroyed.

Anne cocked her head. “Are you, like, actually worried about the fate of our tyrannical robot oppressor?”

“Yes?” Max said. “Like, she seems… she’s… she managed to fool both of us!”

“Let’s be real, every bot in this mall had you fooled. And not a single one of them has an ounce more computational power than that topless elf.” Jingle glanced down at Anne at the mention of ‘elf’, but displayed no further sign of comprehension.

Evangeline also didn’t seem to be following the conversation at this point, breathing heavily and fanning herself at a near impossible speed with both hands over the shrill scream of her internal cooling system.

“But she’s a lot more advanced than any of them, right?”

Anne’s incredulous expression faded, replaced by a look so sweet that he was certain she was about to eviscerate him with a sarcastic quip – but instead, she picked up her phone and quietly said, “Oh Max, you big softy…”

Suddenly, Evangeline froze, her head shivering into a confused stare while her fans seemed to be spinning down.

“What happened?”

“I got her out of there,” Anne said. “So whenever you feel like restoring the AI who is threatening you with jailtime, you now have that option! Oh, but that bot is still turbo-fucked.”

“Hi!” the bot that had been Evangeline exclaimed, putting on a smile he had only seen Evangeline wear when touring the mall with prospective investors. “I’m a-a-a busineswomannnn, and I’d love to show you the exciting opportunities we have for you at the missing retail con-configuration!” She beckoned him with a jerk of her head and a short, artificial laugh, saying, “Let me give you the guided tour!”

“So, she’s like…” Max looked at Anne searchingly.

“Pre-upgrade stock personality and missing a ton of her software configuration and customization,” Anne responded. “And, as I mentioned, turbo-fucked.”

“C’mon, let me g-give you the guided t-tour! The guided tour!” the sales-bot announced, wheeling about to almost trip over the slumped Mrs. Claus. She barely recovered, teetering on her heels as she gestured to the busty bot, smoke and sparks still drifting from her neck. “Holidays are always an exciting opportunity here at MALL, and we spare no expense in creating an exciting atmosphere to delight shoppers and their families!”

When Max only looked between this grinning sales-bot and Anne, Anne could barely contain herself. “Ohmygod Max, don’t just stand there, play with her!”

“Oh, uh…” Max looked back at her. “So… you know that, like… umm… like, you can see that this Mrs. Claus doesn’t have a head, right?”

The sales bot twitched, her smile growing even wider as her eyelids began to flutter. “Under c-construction, p-please pardon our mess!” she stammered, quickly pivoting toward the topless Jingle. “And if you look over here, you can see that our delightful and exciting Holiday Elf has a head, a feature a lot of our shoppers notice a-and appreciate here at MALL!”

“Dooooo your shoppers…” Max began slowly, “…also notice and appreciate bare breasts?” He glanced back at Anne, who gave him an encouraging thumbs-up.

It was clear from her shuddering movements and the acceleration of fans that the sales-droid was struggling to come up with a remotely appropriate response. Amid the whining buzz of her machinery, she finally blurted, “Yes! They are in-in-indistinguishable from the r-real th-thing! In fact, some shoppers say they even p-prefer them!”

Max blinked. “But… if they’re indistinguishable, then how could anyone have a preference?”

“Oh! Well! You s-s-s-seeeeeeee-“ the sales droid stammered, smoke once again rising from her. “You have to f-f-feel them to un-un-understand!” Her arm shot out, giving the elf-bot’s breasts a demonstrative squeeze.

Jingle directed her attention straight at the sales droid, cheerfully announcing, “Unit compromised!” She pawed ineffectually at the sales-droid’s body who in turn continued to work the elf-bot’s breasts in firm but halting motions, the elf-bot’s head ticking back and forth.

“F-feel th-them!” the sales-droid barked, grabbing Max’s wrist and stuffing his hand into Jingle’s pert chest. “Com-compare!” Grabbing his other hand, she plunged it into her own more bountiful cleavage where he could feel the heat blasting from her open vents.

“So, Max – can you feel the difference?” Anne teased.

He certainly could – the heat radiating from the sales-droid left her breasts with a tacky texture to them. The elf-bot felt far more natural, though his fingers tingled from an electric charge buzzing through her. But when he tried to make a witty observation for Anne’s benefit, he found himself tongue tied, still rather self-conscious. “Umm… they’re both… nice?” he offered.

Anne sighed, then shouted, “What about her ass?!”

The sales droid blinked for a long while, Max’s tentative fondling destabilizing her even further. “N-no detail-tail-tail is overlooked when pre-preparing for the holiday seaassszzzzzonnnnnn!” She roughly pulled his hands free, planting one on the elf-bot’s round rump, and shoving the other up the back of her own skirt. “What d-d-do you th-thinnnnk?” She asked, accompanied by a sudden flourish of sparks from her open panel.

One of Max’s hands cupped the absurdly bubbly backside of Jingle, the other half-tangled in sales-droid’s panties. He gave each a squeeze, the sales-droid delivered a sudden gasp and more sparks, while Jingle’s own hands suddenly seized upon the sales droid’s jawline. “U-u-uuuuunit compromised!” she chirped again. With the straining of servos, the elf-bot began to pull on the sales-droid’s head, the sales-droid still awaiting Max’s answer.

“Is the elf _supposed_ to do that?” Max asked just as he heard a metallic snap from inside the sales-droid’s neck.

“Of c-c-courszzzze!” she responded, taking no action while Jingle strained harder, a few lights flaring from within her throat. “Here at MALL, we maintain an on-site staff of t-t-top tierrrrr I-T-T-T workers to ensurrrre all our ro-robotic-ic-ic assistants neverrrrr mal-mal-mal-mallll-“ Max felt the sales-droid’s ass clench suddenly as Jingle tore her head from her shoulders, sparks and coolant spraying down the sales droid’s open blouse. The fluid seeping through the vent triggered another wave of sparks, the headless body quivering with splayed fingers while smoke poured insider her. With a final tug, Jingle snapped the head free from the few lingering wires. The sales-droid never lost her smile, and even managed to finish her sentence with a tinny, “-malfunctionnnnnnn!”

Jingle unceremoniously dropped the platinum-blonde head to the floor, turning to face Max with an impish grin. “D-do you want t-t-to unnnnnnwrap your p-present early?” He could sense the heat coursing from her, through the shimmer in the air around her and from her rapidly warming ass.

“Should I be worried here?” Max asked.

Anne finally bothered to pull up her khakis, still grinning at the smoldering body that had formerly been Evangeline’s. Engaging with her phone again, she asked, “So… what happens if you smack that booty?”

After a moment’s hesitation, Max followed through on Anne’s idle speculation. Drawing back his hand, he brought it firmly against the elf’s bubbly backside, which suddenly began to shiver and hum. The elf stiffened as a ‘beeping’ emanated from inside her.

“Hmmm… might want to give her some room,” Anne cautioned, and he quickly moved beside her while the beeping sound continued from inside Jingle at a slow but accelerating tempo. “Earrrlyyyyy? P-p-presennnts?” The elf stumbled toward them, but seemed unable to make progress for after every few steps, she’d go stumbling back. “Wwweee b-build t-toys f-f-orrr g-g-girls and b-b-boyssss!” she sang, breasts bouncing amid her stiff movements. Steam drifted from her pointed ears, patches of her skin glowing an unsettling red.

“Anne, are you sure we shouldn’t-“

“Shut up and watch!”

Now frozen in place, the elf-bot quivered with an intense, manic grin, smoke pouring from every orifice and several unseen seams while the beeping accelerated into a steady tone, her backside still vibrating wildly. “M-mm-merrryyyyy-!” A moment later, the sizzling elf-bot erupted in a percussive explosion, plastic and silicon and fragments of candy-cane striped legs sailing overhead as Max and Anne reflexively ducked away.

“Ho-ly shit!” Anne exclaimed, overjoyed at the outcome while Max could only stare at the mess. What was meant to be a festive diorama of Santa’s workshop was a tawdry mess of broken robots and smoldering electronics.

Max felt more of a sinking feeling as he surveyed the scene. “I, uh… think we should probably… leave?”

“Max!” Anne said, grabbing him by the shoulders, then spinning him around. “Look! At! All! These! Bots!” Max saw the cheery pink-haired girl in her bows and apron behind the counter at the brightly lit candy-shop. At the mattress store, he saw that tightly-wound, dark-haired girl who was always hard-selling, now diligently prepping the show room, her stiff posture seemingly heightened by whatever Anne had done. Down the way were the discordant sounds of the arcade. Max noticed the casual goth girl he assumed just haunted the place was putting out a sign displaying an upcoming tournament schedule. “Every one of them is dialed up to a hundred and ten and ready to serve! So before we fuck off from this mall forever, I say we make this a night to remember.”

“Anne-“

“Listen to me! The security system is taken care of, we have this entire place to ourselves, and you owe Eastbrook Holdings LL fucking C absolutely nothing. What they’re gonna get when they come in tomorrow is a complete catastro-fuck of bots in pieces, and a lesson of what can happen when you spend inordinate amounts of money just to ensure you don’t have to share any of it with actual human fucking beings!”

“But-“

“No ‘buts’, Max!” Anne was practically trembling. “I wasn’t progra-“ She froze, a look of absolute shock on her face. Taking a moment to calm herself, she started again. “I didn’t have to do it this way, you know! I could’ve just blown these bots to bits while slow-walking out the main entrance, but I wanted us to have some fun on our last night together!”

“Wait, what was that… what do you mean, ‘our last night together’?”

“I… I mean at this mall! C’mon, Max!”

Max still wasn’t convinced she had done all of this for him, but he could not shake the appeal of what was she was offering, nor the understanding that he’d never have a chance at something like this again. Part of him just wanted to take Anne and go, sort out the mess with the disembodied AI that was Evangeline, maybe even find a way to keep their jobs. Then again… “We’re already on the naughty list,” Max said, looking at the bot in the candy shop. “Fine, let’s have some fun.”

Anne beamed at him, turning up the twee rendition of Sleigh Ride pumping through the mall speakers. “That’s the spirit! Merry fucking Christmas, Max!”

==Part 5==
Max took a deep breath and marched toward the candy store. his eyes fixed on the cheery bubble-gum-haired clerk. She wore a vibrant pink and white dress, matching the shop's searingly sweet pastel aesthetic, standing at vacant attention behind the counter. The moment he entered, she flashed a brilliant smile, clasping her hands in front of an apron drawn tight against her full bosom. "Welcome to the Sweet Shop!" she said in a treacly squeak. "Are you interested in t-t-trying any samples?"

There was a manic intensity to her that Max fully attributed to Anne's meddling, and he wondered how little it would take before she… ''broke? Malfunctioned? Exploded?'' He felt a jab in the back from Anne, and cleared his throat. "Yeah, uh… I'd like to… sample your sweets?"

She giggled, her hand toying with the buttons on her blouse. "Something sweet? Something s-sour? Wh-what's your f-favorite flavor of ice c-c-cream?" She had undone the buttons so casually that Max only noticed when her cleavage was fully visible behind the frill of her apron.

"V-vanilla?" Max responded, and he heard Anne snort. Turning to her, he defensively asked, "What?"

"Help me out here, what's the flavor that's a metaphor for the most boring thing imaginable? Is it Pistachio? Rocky road? Neapolitan…?"

"Vanilla's a classic! Just because everyone likes a thing doesn't mean-"

Anne cut him off, directing his attention back toward the sweet shop girl. She was bent over the ice cream case, her ripe cleavage on full display, jiggling as she mined a heaping scoop.

"Stop arguing with me and go ''fuuuuck'' with her!" Anne insisted, pantomiming a suggestion by cupping her own breasts through her shirt and giving them a playful squeeze.

"But I ''like'' arguing with you," Max muttered, hoping his gaze wasn't beyond what Anne would consider polite when making a show of playing with her tits. He turned back to the ice cream case, uncertain if the sweet-shop girl's protracted efforts and the presentation of her cleavage were her way of flirting or whether it was just difficulty stemming from Anne's virus. After stacking a massive scoop on the cone, she went back for another, providing another eyeful of her breasts cupped by the lacy trim of her pink bra.

Despite Anne's prodding, Max just stood back and watched until the shop girl emerged from the case with two giant scoops of vanilla ice cream perched precariously on a cone held beside her ample chest. "H-here's your s-s-sample!" she chirped.

Max couldn't decide whether to reach for her or for the cone, and he heard Anne mutter, "Any day now…"

Max cleared his throat. "Oh, uh… my friend over there thinks vanilla is boring. Maybe you can add something more exciting to the mix?"

The sweet-shop-bot's head cocked to the side, blinking at Max in uncertainty. "More ex-exciting?"

"Yeah, like… what would you recommend to spice things up?"

A subtle shiver went through the shop-bot's body, as if asking her for anything more than a specific flavor was taxing the limits of her systems. "Ummm…" she said, and Max could hear fans beginning to whir in the bot's voluptuous frame as she stalled for more processing time. "Ummm…" A panel sprang open on her chest, just above her double-scoop of cleavage, a thin trail of smoke drifting from inside. "Ummmmmmmm…?" Max could feel the heat radiating from her even across the counter, her complexion warming to a bright peach color. Rivulets of vanilla ran down the teetering helping of ice cream, and one of the scoops sloughed to the side, spilling over the edge of the cone to plop directly into the bot's open chest panel.

Max recoiled from the sudden blast of sparks erupting from her, the generous scoop of ice cream melting quickly into her internal systems, streams of liquid vanilla running across her breasts. Her glassy eyes opened wider as an accelerating beeping blared from somewhere inside her.

"I-I-If you g-give me j-just a moment, I w-w-will be with yyyouuu-" she stammered in a digitized voice, seizing up entirely, smoke gushing from her smiling lips, her eyes staring forward blankly. The beeping was now a shrill whine, electricity crackling across tits slathered in melted ice cream.

"V-vanilla is always a cu-cus-customer favorite!" the sweet shop girl announced with a large, plastic smile before exploding, plastic and circuitry pinging across glass jars of candy, the scent of charred electronics overpowering the shop's saccharine sweet aroma.

"Holy shit!" Max exclaimed, looking back at Anne. "Are you OK?!"

Anne gave Max a very serious look, tenting her fingers in front of her lips.

"It was a nice finish, but that was more luck than skill." Anne placed a hand on Max's shoulder, taking a moment to flick a clump of pink hair partially fused with the fragment of a circuitboard. "Max, I need you to do ''more'' with this."

"Anne, she ''exploded''!"

"Oh, for sure - Miss Two-Scoops did great. My notes are all for ''you''! Where was the passion!? The ''get-back''!? Max, where was the ''horny''!?"

Max flushed, hyper-focused on her hand now squeezing his shoulder. "Er… Anne, what exactly are you suggesting I-"

Anne scrunched her nose, shaking her head. "No, I see it now - It's ''me''!" Before Max could vocalize a word of the fervent rebuke bubbling up inside him, Anne continued, pulling her hand back to smash a fist into her palm. "How can I expect you to be uninhibited when I'm looking over your shoulder, being all ''judgy''! I should be supportive, on the other side of the mall!" She bit her lip, "Maybe in the food court, with Mr. Sticky Buns…"

Max gestured to the largest remaining piece of the sweet-shop-bot, saying, "It's not that I don't appreciate this… this, uh…"

"Turbo fuck virus," Anne helped.

"Sure, but I'd rather we do this together!"

"And we ''will''! However, right now you need to get in the right headspace, and you're not gonna do that with me here. Go! Have fun! Lose those inhibitions!" Anne patted his cheek, then turned on her heel. "Then come find me by the cinnamon roll place when you've gotten a few more busted bots under your belt, and you can show me what you learned." Max watched the departing sway of a plump backside that was giving far more to her drab khakis than they deserved.

"S-sure!" Max called, trying to figure out her motivations. She seemed to have a very specific idea in mind of what he ''should'' be doing - but why not just tell him? What was he supposed to do with directions of 'more get-back' and 'more horny'?

Anne's well-framed rump brought to mind another shop girl with an ass so perfect, she had to be a bot. Ideas swirled around his head as he made his way to the mattress store, thinking he just might know the sort of thing Anne had in mind.

==Part 6==
Max stepped into the bed-filled showroom of "Moonlight Mattresses", finding its clerk - its ''robot'' clerk - bent over a mattress. She was tucking the bedsheets in almost as tightly as her khakis were fitted around her magnificently round ass. Max didn't think it was a coincidence that she was positioned perfectly for a customer to have this view right when they walked in, even though she feigned surprise when glancing over her shoulder. "Hello there!" she exclaimed with a buzzing voice. She straightened stiffly, spinning abruptly on her heel to face him, her ever-present professional cheer seemed even more forced than usual, everything about her somehow 'tighter' - her black hair wound in a neat bun, her close-fitting pants, her tucked polo, her gleaming white smile. "What brings you in here to-today?"

"Oh, I just wanted a look at that nice ass of yours." Max's attempt at nonchalance was scuttled by his voice cracking on the last syllable. But given her reaction, he wondered if that remark alone would be enough for her to blow her top - her eyes flared open, her mouth fell slack, a series of tics played out across her face. She managed to restore some semblance of normalcy, though a trail of smoke still drifted from her ear. "I... my.... if-if-if it's cushioning you're interested in, th-then look no further than our Sleepwell premium line of latex pillows, molded for a p-perfect night's rest!"

She walked stiffly to a nearby bed, picking up a pillow and turning a precise 180 degrees to face him, holding it awkwardly in her arms. "C-come f-feel how s-soft th-this is!"

"Uh… How about I feel your ass instead?" Max's heart was thudding as he sought to embrace Anne's edict of bot-busting - would she have given him points for directness or would she have been disappointed in his lack of wordplay?

The clerk froze with a look of stunned confusion, a sudden jet of sparks firing from her temple. In the ensuing silence Max heard a quiet beeping sound emanating from inside her. She abruptly snapped to with a look of unbridled confidence, saying, "I g-g-guarantee that if you com-com-compare the two, you will p-prefer the relaxing give y-yet f-firrrrrrrm resilience of our Sleepwell line!" She wheeled in place and prostrated herself across the bed, elevating her ass slightly in the air, then set the pillow next to her. "T-try them both and y-you'll see the difference between m-my ass and our t-top selling p-pillow!"

Not wanting to squander the opportunity, Max felt both the pillow and her rear, his fingers sinking into the cushioning of both, making a show of squeezing and massage each while the beeping grew louder. "It's no contest, your ass is clearly softer...~" he announced, giving her butt a rippling spank, her beeping accelerating faster in response.

"Wh-while it m-may feel s-softer, th-that c-can mmmake for a p-poor night's rest. It also lllacks the p-patended ergonomic '''ahhhh'''!" Her sales pitch ended in a gasp as Max brought his hand down the back of her pants, feeling her warm, artificial flesh and the sheer fabric of her equally soft cotton panties.

"Each... p-pillow *ahhh!* with a one-one-hundred-d percent satisssss-faction guarantee!" she moaned, her hips gyrating under his massage, her beeping warning him of her rapid destabilization.

"There's no need to sell yourself short!" Max said, giving her a squeeze. "Your butt has a plumpness the pillow just can't match!

She groaned in desperation, her hips quivering as the beeping intensified. "B-but... the-the Sssleepwelll.. it... you... g-guarantee..." she stammered, most of her distress seemingly coming from the fact Max was paying more attention to her ass than the pillow she was trying to sell him. "T-try s-sleeping on b-b-both!" she exclaimed, flopping across the bed, jerking her tight-fitting slacks over her hips to expose her beautiful backside, a delicate thong strung between her cheeks.

Max gave the bot a brief respite, resting on the pillow. "What do you know, this ''is'' pretty nice!"

"N-num-number one in cust-customer sastisfactionnnn!" she chirped from her prone position, the beeping slowing ever-so-slightly.

Max quickly rolled over, resting his cheek on hers, his hand reaching up to give her free buttock a tender squeeze. "But _this_!" The beeping resumed, rocketing past its previous tempo. "It's so smooth and warm!" He pressed his lips into her rump, giving it a deep kiss as he delivered another spank. "So kissable, so spankable!"

The beeping flatlined into a wail, electricity surging across her prostrate form as she still struggled to find the perfect sales pitch before her systems come to an explosive finish. "F-free p-pillow w-w-with purchase offfff my ass my ass my-my-my-my p-p-perfect c-customer approved-!"

Max felt her ass growing uncomfortably hot and quickly rolled off of her, just moments before her diatribe was cut short by her exploding. The air filled with a spray of machinery and a blizzard of fibers and latex foam, leaving almost nothing of her synthetic ass or the pillow to compare.

Max dusted the debris from his hair, already considering his next visit. Surely the All Natural store wouldn't have replaced their human staff with a… hippie robot? But that blonde girl who just started there had an unnaturally perfect figure that made him question the integrity a place that claimed to sell '100% all-natural solutions'.

He strolled back to the mall promenade, casting a final parting glance at the scorched mattress that represented the combination of Anne's virus and Max's interpretation of 'more horny'. He looked forward to telling her about it, and especially to seeing her expression when he told the 'headspace' he was currently found himself in.

Naughty or Nice

2023-10-03T19:42:34Z

LongTimeLurker:

=Naughty or Nice=
==Part 1==
“Would you look at the ass on this elf!?”

Max glanced over from his work to see Anne lifting the skirt of the “Christmas Elf” he had just unboxed. Beneath her frilled green hem, jingling with tiny brass bells, he saw the elf’s shapely contours in stark detail. He was almost mesmerized by the way the red and white of her candy-striped tights stretched across the smooth, round surfaces of her cheeks.

“Uh… yep!” Max agreed, hastily forcing his attention back to prying open the next crate.

“’Yep?’ You see the plum pudding they gave Jingle here, and all you can say is, ‘Yep?!’”

“What am I supposed to say?” he grunted, prying open another corner of the human-sized wooden crate. That ass is not half as nice as yours? Even in her uniform’s drab khakis, Anne’s generous hips and bountiful backside could not be suppressed, its tantalizing swells and the precise curvature of her panty line seared into his mind’s eye.

“I dunno, maybe show some enthusiasm for just how horny this setup is going to be? Oh shit,” she gasped. “These elves are kinda stacked… and I think they even gave them nipples! C’mon Max, check this out - I know you’re a breast man!”

He felt his face flush as he glanced up again, his eyes inadvertently but inevitably finding Anne’s full, round, and perfect breasts, an enticing glimpse of pale cleavage peeking through the unbuttoned grey of her work polo. She beamed as she tested the blankly-staring elf’s chest, her apple-cheeks glowing from a wide grin. “I’m kinda busy here,” Max muttered, starting on the last corner of the crate.

“Jeez, what’s with you tonight?” she asked, moving on to explore the robotic elf’s nearly identical ‘sister’, Sprinkles.

“This just wasn’t how I planned on spending my Friday night!” The crate’s lid groaned as it came loose with a final pry.

“Somewhere you’d rather be than an empty mall with the E-Cell assistant manager and salesperson of the month for November?” Anne asked, a faint pout not entirely sarcastic in her voice.

He dropped the crowbar, startling them both as it hit the floor with a metal clang. “Sorry,” he said, meeting her dark brown eyes. “It’s not you, I just had this sprung on me last minute. Why are you stuck here, anyway? Is Troy picking you up?”

“Maybe I just want to spend some quality time with my work-husband,” she said airily, going back to prodding the elf-bot. Max felt relief when a smile returned to her pink lips. She was right, he should be enjoying a late-night hang with her. Despite seeing her regularly throughout the day, it was nice to be around her after closing. She was so much more relaxed, none of that ‘sales-mode’ she seemed to be stuck in during mall hours. At night, she’d let her dark, auburn hair fall down over her shoulders, undo the top buttons on her shirt... he shook his head, refocusing on the task at hand.

“You know what I think it is?” Max asked aloud, pushing aside the wooden lid. “It’s that last year, we had a human Santa.”

“Buddy, if you’re lamenting the displacement of the human workforce by horny robots…“ she manipulated Sprinkles’ arms until the droid was grabbing its own breasts, “…then you’re a little late to the party.”

“Yeah, yeah, I saw the new girl at the sunglasses store.” A supermodel fitted with cheekbones that had to have been machine-milled.

“The sunglasses girl is when you noticed? Not the garden store? Not Teddy Bear Palace? That artisanal olive oil place? Every barista at every Star Roast? The inform-”

“Wait, olive-oil girl is a robot?!” Max exclaimed. “But she’s always eating those sticky buns!” A second later. “Wait, is the sticky buns guy a robot?”

Anne snorted. “Of course he is. “ While adjusting the elf’s jaw into a rapturous grin, she muttered, “Still wouldn’t mind him stickying my buns, though…”

“But wait, you’re saying they built a robot that craves pastries?”

“And that sells overpriced olive oil! The latest bots do all sorts of ‘behavioral emulations’, ways to appear human so apathetic shoppers and particularly dense IT workers don’t kick up a fuss while all the flesh-and-blood staff are replaced by plastic-and-oil sales drones.”

Max sighed. “Man, I thought I had a real rapport with olive-oil girl.”

“That must be why you call her as ‘olive-oil girl’,” she muttered, carefully tilting the elf’s head back.

“We’re not on a first name basis or anything, but…”

Anne rolled her eyes. “Did you buy some artisanal olive oil from her?”

“Some citrus-infused vinegar, actually,” Max said, a little defensive.

“That is the entire basis of your ‘rapport’, an if-else statement that runs flirt dot E.X.E whenever you pay a five-hundred percent markup.” She finished posing the elf who now appeared to be having a religious experience while grabbing her breasts. “Whereas our relationship will always be strictly unprofessional, and I would never have it tainted by something as tawdry as commerce.”

“You made me fix your broken phone last week!”

“Yes, but I didn’t pay you for it!” she said with prim satisfaction, moving on to pose Jingle.

Max shook his head, glancing at the paper taped to the Styrofoam lid inside the crate, warnings in bold and italics stressing the importance of immediately updating Mrs. Claus after unpacking her. “Robots everywhere… I can’t believe I didn’t notice…”

Anne sidled up next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, cheer up! Is it the existential crisis that's got you down? Or is it olive-oil girl being less Olive, and more oil?”

“You are the literal worst,” Max groaned, trying not to give her the satisfaction of a smile. “Just help me get Mrs. Claus on her feet.”

“Ooh!” Anne exclaimed excitedly, stopping Max before he could remove the inner lid. “Do you think she’s, like, a super sexy dominatrix Mrs. Claus? Because after those two elves…”

“I’m guessing the Eastbrook Mall opted for the more traditional ‘milk-and-cookies granny’.” He pulled up the lid and was a little disappointed to see he was correct. Inside was a quintessential grandmother dressed in red velvet trimmed with white fur, a pair of gold-rimmed spectacles perched on her bulbous nose.

“OK,” Anne said, only slightly deterred, “but what kind of ass is she working with?”

“Probably more prune than plum,” Max replied, the two of them lifting the inert figure out of the crate. “Plug her in, would ya?” He picked up the control tablet, ‘Mrs. Claus’ appearing in the list of devices beneath Jingle and Sprinkles as soon as Anne attached the power cord. He was surprised at the myriad options available when he selected her – among them, a particular slider caught his eye.

“Hey, Anne,” he called, his finger poised.

“Hm?” she asked, pulling her head from beneath Mrs. Claus’s dress.

“Check this out.” Max ramped the slider all the way down – in response, the machinery within Mrs. Claus hummed to life. Her skin drew tight across her as she stood up straight from her stooped posture, her shawl parting slightly from the swell of a bosom filling the blouse beneath. Her gray curls loosened into golden ringlets beneath her lacey bonnet, framing the face of a beautiful woman at least fifty years younger than the one they had unpacked.

After a moment of stunned silence, Anne stalked toward him. “Give! Me! That!” she demanded, snatching the tablet out of his hands.

“Don’t fuck with her too much,” Max cautioned. “I haven’t updated her yet, and-“

“I can’t believe this!” Anne exclaimed, her fingers flitting across the settings screen. “Who knew Mrs. Claus was so into discipline!” She guffawed, then quickly pulled the tablet away when Max tried to see what she was doing. “When I’m done!” Max stepped back, watching with growing curiosity while Anne continued to adjust settings, muttering to herself, “Some of this… definitely this… why, Mrs. Claus, I had no idea!”

“We should probably update her, though…” Max tried again.

Anne ignored him, running her finger swiftly up and down the tablet's surface. The statuesque beauty suddenly withered back to the kind-faced septuagenarian, then immediately springing into her young, gorgeous incarnation. “Naughty! Nice!” Anne repeated as the droid shrank and grew between the two extremes, machinery inside her facilitating this repeated transformation starting to whine and hiss. “Wait, are her boobs getting bigger every time I do this?” Anne muttered, going faster still.

“Anne, I can see smoke!” Max cried, snatching the tablet from her.

“But I’m not done!” she exclaimed in manic glee, snatching it back. “Just let me-“ the tablet suddenly fell from their hands, cracking sharply against the concrete floor.

“Fuck,” Max summarized, looking between the shattered screen and a young, busty Mrs. Claus, smoke wisping from beneath her red bonnet.

“Max…” Anne started, but was cut off by the metronomic clacking of stiletto heels.

Both her and Max turned to the fast-approaching Evangeline Eastbrook, the mall’s heiress, proprietor, manager, spokeswoman, figurehead – her position wasn’t entirely clear, but what Max did know was that she was his superior many times over, and her sudden appearance never made things easier for him.

“What is this shit?!” she demanded, gesturing at the smoldering, voluptuous blond robot and the lewdly displayed elf.

“Ms. Eastbrook, you’re looking lovely this evening!” Anne attempted. It was true, but when wasn’t it? Evangeline was always immaculately put together, a mannequin perfectly proportioned for the sheer pencil skirt suits she wore. There was never a hair out of place in her severe platinum bob, her austere makeup applied with laser-precision across a face no wrinkle or laugh line would dare besmirch.

She turned to Anne. “E-Cell is starting its new holiday promotion tomorrow.”

“Right as ever, Ms-“

“Then why are you here?”

“Just… helping…” Anne finished meekly. With an apologetic look toward Max, she turned and left, managing her departure with some dignity for the first few steps before breaking into an all-out sprint back to her store.

“And I repeat,” Evangeline stated, the weight of her full attention shifting back to Max. “What. Is. This. Shit?”

“We… I fucked up. Completely! But I promise, this will all be fixed by the time we open!” Her perfect lashes closed slightly, focusing her gaze into a drill-press that Max could feel at the exact midpoint between his eyes. “er… fixed before we open! Hours before we open!”

Finally, Evangeline relented. “Let’s hope that you do,” she said, striding over to Sprinkles and restoring the elf to a more natural pose. “And I want these two ‘elves’ plugged into my security system ASAP.”

“...Security?”

“They’re supposedly Holdfast compatible. If so, I could use them in the off-season for patrol and incident response.” Max was having trouble imagining the spritely pair hauling off some rowdy drunk, even if they did lose the tights and bells. “And I want to know if they’re actually going to work, or if I need to send them back.”

“You can count on me,” Max said, trying not to stress over the myriad compatibility issues he was bound to face, given their security system was a few updates behind.

“I suppose we’ll see, won’t we?” Evangeline said coldly before turning away, the clack of her heels echoing in his mind long after her departure.

“Well,” Max sighed, retrieving the cracked and glitching tablet from the ground. “Time to get to work.”

==Part 2==
“Happy Holidays, Jingle is online!” Jingle the elf cheered to no one in particular, flinging her arms wide in untamed exuberance. She fixed Max with her twinkling hazel eyes and said, “To continue with the setup process, please accept the license agreement on your tablet, OK?”

Max glanced between the grinning bot’s radiant plastic smile and the cracked screen – of course the EULA was hidden behind streaks of broken diodes.

“Do you have a vocal setup process?” Max asked after a few blind taps on what might have been the EULA’s accept button yielded no results.

“Sure, do!” she said with a giggle. “I’ll just need the setup passphrase! You’ll find it, along with several other helpful resources, in the packet marked ‘Start Here.’”

Max sifted through the quick-start guides and colorful offers for upgrades and accessories to transform them into witches, pilgrims, ‘secret shoppers’... He eventually found the card he was looking for. “Um… Register Jingle four X seven… pumpernickel, gumdrop, Vixen.”

She gave a slight shiver, then dove into a somersault, springing up with her bells jingling inches away from him. “Now it’s time to get me hooked up to your network!” she announced, though Max wondered exactly how her programming was guiding her, and why it would have her standing at a distance that could only be described as ‘intimate’. He watched her smiling face, its faintly artificial sheen offset by a smattering of freckles, waiting for her to give some indication why she was this close. But she only stood there, eyes twinkling as they looked into his.

Telling himself he just wanted to ‘see what would happen’, he leaned down to kiss the fay-faced robot on her smiling lips. Immediately she stood on her toes to meet him with a chaste peck, but this was followed by a coy smile that seemed to promise more. “Perhaps you’d like to unwrap your present early…” she said demurely, a finger toying with the ends of her choppy pixie cut.

Max cleared his throat and took a step back, reminding himself that he still needed this job, and getting intimate with the Christmas Elf bot when he had a looming deadline was probably not the best use of his time. “Please connect to network E-M underscore-”

“Sorry?” she said, wearing a confused expression.

“Um… can we resume setup? Y’know, connecting you to our network?”

“Of c-course!” she stammered, her head ticking before her cheery smile returned. “Let’s c-continue with my s-setup!”

“It’s network E-M underscore H-F, and I’ve got the security image… here.” He thumbed through the authenticator on his work phone, showed her the swirling security image. She stared at it, her eyes flashing briefly.

“This is a Holdfast enabled security network. Would you like me to enable my integrated security functionality?”

Max dared to hope it might be just this easy. “Yes, please do.”

She shifted her weight slightly, her face taking on an alarmed expression. “Uh-oh! It looks like you’re not on the latest version! You’ll have to update your Holdfast Security Software before we can continue!”

“Uh… admin override?” he tried.

“Sorry, I don’t know what you mean!”

Max was certain he couldn’t get the network software upgraded in the hours remaining, given that he had been running into strange errors whenever had he attempted over the past week. A wild thought occurred to him, and he approached the elf again, putting his arms around her waist.

“But if you’d like to take a break from the setup process,” she whispered.

“Please try connecting again,” Max said, and she adopted a confused expression before responding with a hesitant, “O-OK!” Max immediately kissed her fully on the lips, feeling an electric shudder course through the bot. When he finally broke from her, she wore a distant, glazed expression.

“C-connectionnnn… up-updaaaate…re-re-re-re-re-re-”

“Try connecting again for me?”

After a long pause, she gave him a vacant smile. “Connection es-st-stablished!”

Max gave a fist pump, daring to hope he might actually sort this out. “Can you configure the other elf?”

“Of course!” Jingle pranced over to the other elf, taking hold of both of her hands. A moment later, Sprinkles’s eyes flew open, her face mirroring her partner’s sugary smile. “Sprinkles is on-line!”

Hoping to carry the momentum, Max said, “OK, now activate Mrs. Claus!”

“You got it!” “Right away!” The two elves skipped over to the busty and broken Mrs. Claus, each taking one of her hands. Jingles looked at the other elf and frowned. “Uh-oh! It looks like Mrs. Claus might need some T.L.C!”

“But don’t worry!” Sprinkles continued. “We can take care of the return process and have her back her, lickity-split!”

“No, no!” Max exclaimed, running up to them. “I need her tonight!”

“Thanks to our fast and easy return process, we can have a replacement shipped within hours, with a guaranteed arrival time of two business days!” Jingle and Sprinkles were already maneuvering Mrs. Claus back into her box, although her youthful and curvaceous transformation was making the fit into the granny-mold packaging difficult. “And if you’ve been watching the calendar as closely as we have, you’ll know that still leaves plenty of time for holiday fun!” Sprinkles gave him a wink that he could only interpret as deliberately antagonizing.

“Before we order the replacement, can you just… let me try to fix her first?”

“I’m sorry, but that would violate her warranty!” Sprinkles said with effusive holiday cheer.

As he considered how kissing might be used to alter their directives once more, Max decided to take a slightly more practical route. “Um… hey, can the two of you do a quick patrol of the mall? Before we handle her return?”

“Of course we can!” Jingle said without hesitation, taking Sprinkles’s hand. “C’mon, Sprinkles!”

Max watched the two elves go skipping off, having his doubts about their off-season utility as guards. “That’s Evangeline’s problem…” Turning back to the awkwardly sprawled Mrs. Claus, half-stuffed into her packaging, Max walked over and tried powering her on with a prolonged press on the back of her neck. He heard a troubling buzzing sound emanating from inside her, culminating in a sharp electric pop! Immediately regretting his decision, Max was about to power her off again when her eyes fluttered open. She stared outward vacantly for several seconds before Max asked, “Mrs. Claus? Are you online?”

Her eyes narrowed, fixing him with a contemptuous glare. “Someone has been a very naughty boy!”

Max chuckled. “You don’t know the half of <urk!>” Mrs. Claus’s hand shot out, gripping his throat as she extracted herself from her packaging.

“And someone needs to be taught some respect!” she continued, drawing herself up on her feet. Max immediately regretted letting Anne have the tablet at all, certain that this combination of a haughty and imposing Mrs. Claus was entirely her doing.

“Power off!” Max wheezed, clutching at her grip. Dozens of protocols and safety features have intervened before her hand exerted even the slightest pressure on his neck, but clearly there were a number of things not quite right with this bot.

“Every year, children around the world conduct themselves with d-dig-dignity and obedience,” she continued, ignoring his command as a slight electric stutter marred her speech.

“S-stop choking me!”

She dropped him to the ground, planting a black leather boot upon his chest and forcing him on his back when he tried to sit up. “And here you are, flaunting their example by reveling in wickedness and perversity!”

“Mrs. Claus, help!” Max tried, hoping to trigger the aid protocol that was present in almost every ‘bot.

“I intend to!” she said in a discomforting whisper, leaning forward with her golden ringlets spilling over her shoulders, her large bust gently shifting beneath a blouse whose straining buttons were poised to be sent flying at any moment. “And that begins with the fun-fun-fundamentallllsszzz-“ her blue eyes crossed, a whisp of smoke drifting from her scowling lips, and Mrs. Claus froze. Max quickly tried to push her boot off his chest, but this only succeeded in destabilizing the bot. With a squeal from her protesting servos, Mrs. Claus collapsed on top of him, her chest smothering his face.

Under most other circumstances, Max would be delighted to be buried in such an ample bosom, silicon or no – but even ignoring the job he needed to do, this bot was proving to be far too unstable for comfort. Pushing her juddering form to one side, he scrambled on all fours for her packaging to find her administrator pass-phrase, only to feel a hand grab him by the ankle.

“Wheerrrrrre d-do you think you’re g-g-going?” she asked, pulling him effortlessly across the polished mall flooring before sitting heavily upon his back.

“Oof! Mrs. Claus, you need to power down, you’re dangerously malfunctioning and-“ Max’s cut his desperate plea short when he heard another voice sounding even more frustrated than his own.

“You’re not listening, I work here!”

Glancing behind him past the blonde bot perched upon his back, he saw Anne being dragged toward the display by Jingle and Sprinkles, the elf ‘sisters’ smiling pleasantly despite Anne’s protests.

“What are you two doing?!” Max exclaimed. “Let her go!”

The two bots immediately complied, though Sprinkles began, “This unit is running compromised software and presents a severity one threat to-“

“Yes, I’ll update you as soon as I can!” Max interrupted, watching as Anne’s own panic-stricken face gave way to wide-eyed amazement at his current predicament.

“So, uh, Max. How’s the setup going?”

Delivering a quick swat to Max’s backside, Mrs. Claus responded, “Max has been a very naughty b-boy!”

“He has, hasn’t he?” Anne said with a smirk. “If only someone could teach him some discipline.”

Mrs. Claus gave an arch laugh that quickly became corrupted with static.

“What the fuck, Anne!?” Max gasped. “This is… she’s…here, there’s an admin passphrase in her box, just read it to her and get her the fuck off of me.”

“Now, when you say, ‘in her box’,” Anne recoiled at the look Max gave her and stepped over to Mrs. Claus’s packaging, rummaging through it while the buxom blonde produced another series of sparks from her absently staring head. “OK!” Anne announced, pulling out a stiff piece of card stock. “Listen up Mrs. Claus X twenty-three… `Candy-Cane, Tinsel, Donner, Dew-Drop.’”

Mrs. Claus shuddered, giving off more sparks. “W-would you like to begin the setup process?” she asked calmly.

Anne chewed her lip for a moment, ignoring the initially incredulous and then desperate shakes of Max’s head. “Mmm… how about first you punish that very naughty boy you’re sitting on.”

“Oh my god, Anne!” Max gasped, trying to wriggle out beneath the Mrs. Claus-bot while she quickly pinned him to the floor.

Anne smirked. “Hey, you started this when you sent the elves after me…”

“That wasn’t on purpose!”

She shrugged. “It also wasn’t as funny.”

Mrs. Claus leaned in close, whispering, “This will go much better for you if you j-just accept your punishment…”

“Alright, Anne,” Max muttered, craning his neck to see the two stock-still elf-bots. “Jingle! Sprinkles! Whatever Mrs. Claus does to me, I want you to do to Anne!”

Anne looked confused for a moment right before the elves pounced on her, knocking her to the mall floor and then sitting across her back in tandem.

“Touché,” muttered Anne, looking across the vinyl floor at her similarly compromised co-worker.

“Balls in your court,” Max remarked, patiently waiting for her to end this. But when she only grinned at him, Max was forced to admit he had grossly underestimated what she was willing to tolerate.

==Part 3==
“What are you waiting for?!” Anne asked the shuddering Mrs. Claus. In response, the buxom bot sat upright with a whir, raised a hand, and brought it swiftly down upon Max’s backside in a sharp swat across his trousers. While Max recoiled from the strike, the elf-bots did as he had instructed and mirrored the motion, a pair of slaps across Anne’s larger posterior. Anne only grinned and said, “Mrs. Claus, I think Max’s pants are getting in the way of proper punishment.”

“Anne, what the fuck!? This looks bad enough as it is – but if Evangeline finds us with… stop that!” Mrs. Claus dutifully began to work at his button and zipper, her stiff mechanical fingers overpowering his own attempts to remain fully clothed until she tore his khakis free with a sharp tug. Across from him, it seemed Anne was actually helping the elves, wriggling her hips as they both drew her own khakis across her wide curves – and he couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of her black panties, their elastic biting into the plush expanse of an ass that fully lived up to his embarrassingly frequent imaginings.

A sudden slap across his boxers stunned him from his reverie, and the two elves spanking Anne stunned him back into it. He felt confused, aroused, and incredibly frustrated at this predicament, calling out, “Anne! What is it you’re trying to do here?!”

She flashed a knowing grin, biting her lip when the elves swatted her rump once more in response to Mrs. Claus’s continued punishment. “Can’t you just enjoy the moment?” Seeing his forlorn expression, she sighed, and said, “You know, all you’d have to do is spank her right back.”

“Wha? How?!” In what was meant to be a demonstration of futility, he attempted moving his arms to reach Mrs. Claus’s butt where it sat upon his waist, only to discover he actually could. Abandoning his complaint of the impossibility of it, he instead argued the practicality: “And what exactly is that supposed to accomplish!?”

“Just give it a go!”

Not expecting much, Max contorted his arm and blindly delivered as solid a swat on Mrs. Claus’s curvaceous rump as he could. Beneath her woolen coat, he felt the give of her plastic backside, followed by the bot sitting bolt upright. There was a looping buzzing sound, every time ending in a sharp electric snap. “What’s happening?” Max asked.

“In simple terms,” Anne explained, “you attempted to reverse her role from dom to sub, but it looks like she’s having some trouble switching gears. In fact, she seems to be locked in a feedback loop that’s only going to end when her CPU overheats to the point of igniting her inadequately shielded cranial battery pack.”

“She’s going to explode because I touched her butt!?”

“To be fair, you spanked that ass! And to even fair-er, she was not in a good state when this whole thing kicked off.”

“When you made her tackle me!” Max said, writhing out from beneath the bot as she sank on her haunches, her head twitching, smoke beginning to leak from her mouth and ears. “Mrs. Claus, shut down! Power off! Emergency shut down!” he tried, almost tripping over his pants as he scrambled to her packaging and frantically flipped through the minimal ‘quick-start’ guide for some clue on how to power her off.

“Just sit back and watch the show!” Anne suggested, still pinned by the two elves with her own khakis around her thighs.

“If Mrs. Claus literally explodes, I’m fucking done here!” Max ran over to the smoldering bot, putting his fingers beneath her chin and at her temples, pressing firmly for several seconds. He only felt her becoming warmer to the touch as one of her eyes squinted at him. “N-naught-t-tyyyy b-b-boyyyy!”

Anne rolled her eyes. “So you lose your job at a place that has fired ninety percent of its human staff only a few months before they figure out how to shitcan the remaining ten?”

“IF that happens, that’s two months where I can still make rent!” Max leaped back from Mrs. Claus at the sudden eruption of sparks. There was a fizzling sound, and Mrs. Claus’s head shot from side to side, strands of her synthetic her blonde hair wilting from the heat. “Naught-t-t-tyyy not-not-not niiiiice not naughty not naught nice not-“ she squealed in an increasingly high-pitched tone. With a final chastising look at Max and a clear pronouncement of “Naughty!”, her head went up in an almost festive explosion of tinsel and flame.

Max uncoiled from his defensive crouch, staring at the smoke and sparks still pouring from the jagged remnants of the robotic Mrs. Claus’s neck, when he heard a voice shriek, “What in the name of God is happening here?!” The rapid clacking of Evangeline’s approach sent Max’s already frazzled nerves into a state of sheer panic. Even Anne appeared flustered, hastily working at her phone.

Knowing this was an entirely lost cause, that there was nothing he could say or do that would change the outcome, Max sheepishly pulled up his ripped pants and said, “Ms. Eastbrook, there is an explanation...”

“For why Mrs. Claus’s head just exploded? For why those two elves are straddling Miss Keyes’s pelvis? Perhaps there is even a very good reason why her trousers are currently around her knees?”

“Elves on a pelvis,” Anne muttered to herself, still working at her phone.

“Is there something you wish to to add, Miss Keyes?” Evangeline snapped.

Something seemed to have changed in Anne, her attention entirely focused on her phone as her thumbs worked furiously at the screen. “Actually, yeah,” she said, working up the courage. “Max, I wanted to give this to you as a Christmas present, and I know it’s only November, but…”

“Enough!” Evangeline shouted. “I want both of you t-to.” She had a sudden nervous tick, cleared her throat, and began again. “I want b-b-both of of yooouuuu-“ Her words came at a slow drawl, her face locking into a sneer. Max didn’t know what to think - Was she having an aneurysm?!

“Unit compromised!” Jingles and Sprinkles both exclaimed, leaping up from Anne to rush toward Evangeline.

“What are you – get off of me!” Evangeline suddenly came to, trying to push the elf-bots away as they took her by either arm. “Max! Get control of these things!”

“Stop! Jingle, Sprinkles, let her go!” Max shouted, darkly amazed that the situation was still somehow getting worse for him and Anne. “Anne, are you controlling them?!”

“Not even a little!” Anne said, making no attempt to hide the delight in her voice.

“Sorry, but this unit must be powered down,” Jingle said, struggling to maintain her hold on Evangeline.

“And quarantined from the network!” Sprinkles added.

“Then power down!” Max commanded, rushing to aid his very-soon-to-be-ex boss.

“Unable to comply!” they both squealed in unison. “I am engaged in an active severity one security incident!”

“Max!” Evangeline hissed, her face contorted into a level of fury he had never before witnessed. “Get these two bots under control NOW!“

“Right! Uh…” resorting to the only thing that had worked before, Max swallowed and grabbed each of the elves by their surprisingly soft backsides, delivering a firm squeeze with both hands. Jingle and Sprinkles abruptly stopped grappling with Evangeline, jolting upright with an expression somewhere between, “Holiday Cheer” and “Unexpected Groping Exception.”

“Jingle? Sprinkles?” Max said, giving the springy material in each hand a vigorous massage, feeling their skin-tight leggings slipping across their smooth artificial skin. “Prepare to transfer administrative rights to Evangeline Eastbrook. Ms. Eastbrook, could you identify?”

“Yes, I’m Evangeline Eastbrook!” she barked, finally able to pull her arms free, beads of sweat forming on her formerly implacable brow.

“Initiate rights transfer now,” Max said, hoping this would work and that whatever madness was infecting them, they wouldn’t be able to take direct action against their admin. He drew back his hands and gave them each a spank for good measure.

“Transferred!” chirped Jingle, beaming like a maniac.

“T-transferrred!” Sprinkles voiced a half-second later. She suddenly turned to her partner and said, “Error – unit is under the control of a compromised A.I”

“Error!” Jingle responded, reminding Max of a petulant child as she repeated her companion’s line verbatim. “Unit is under the control of a-ack!” Her voice was cut short when Sprinkles lunged at her, and the two Elf robots immediately became locked in a wrestling match amid the high-pitched squeals of their vocalizations and their servos.

“I am fucking done with this shit!” Evangeline said, stepping around the two grappling bots to confront Max.

Shrinking from her approach, he pointed behind her and said, “If you don’t do something, they’re gonna tear each other to bits!” At that very moment, he saw Jingle rip open Sprinkle’s blouse, presumably trying to gain access to her core access panel.

“GOOD!” Evangeline roared. “Because THAT would be an easy warranty case to make! Whereas I don’t know HOW I’m going to explain what the two of you have done to Mrs. Claus.”

“Max introduced a conflict in her directive-“

“Anne, SHUT UP!”

“jus sayin’…”

Behind Evangeline, Jingle tossed aside the shredded remnants of Sprinkles’s top, exposing her candy-cane striped bra, while Sprinkles has managed to remove the same undergarment from her partner, Jingle’s pert plastic breasts bouncing wildly in the melee.

“Can we just get this over with,” Max asked, tearing his attention away from the robotic-Christmas-elf fight to the death. “I’m fired, right?”

“Obviously!” Evangeline paused, brushing the sweat from her forehead. “What’s more, you’ll be facing felony charges for what you’ve done here!”

Max flinched. “Wh-what felonies?!”

“Mmmmm,” Anne piped up, still lying on the ground, focused on her phone. “I’ll show you the list.”

“Anne, would you please start taking this seriously?” Max hissed.

“Neutra-tralize-lized!” Jingle announced, her fist now embedded in the chest of her counterpart, Sprinkles staring at the opening into her electronic inner workings with the same enthusiasm that she had exhibited since being powered on. Her bright eyes became crossed, smoke wafting from her smiling pink lips, as she squeaked, “Ha-happy me-merry en-en-enjoy hol-hol-holidayyyyy sea-sea-seasonnnnnn-!” Jingle tore her arm free, wrenching the core and most of its housing from the bot’s cavity. Sprinkles wavered for a few seconds before tipping forward, hitting the flooring hard with a plastic crunch. Jingle stood, twitching and topless, her tattered green dress falling away to leave her in nothing but her torn candy-stripe leggings and her jingling elf-shoes.

Evangeline seemed annoyed that she was still operational, but also seemed incredibly fatigued by the entire ordeal. “Elf-bot!” she demanded, loosening a button on her blouse while fanning herself with her free hand. “Take these two idiots to loss prevention.” She faced Max while the topless robotic elf took his arm, and said, “You both can wait there until the police arrive.”

“Mmmm,” Anne piped up again, still on her phone. “Not happening.”

“And why is th-that?” Evangeline stammered, hardly able to contain her fury, and frustrated even further when Jingle seemed to grind to a halt.

“Merry Christmas, Max!” Anne announced, tapping her phone. Max heard the mall powering up as shutters opened, store lights flicked on, and a banal holiday instrumental filled the air.

“What are you doing?” Max asked.

“Activating a virus in every bot – well, almost every bot – in the mall.”

Max glanced around nervously as various sales droids emerged from supply closets and storage rooms in a strange processional – dozens of beautiful sales droids vacantly opening up their respective shops. “What virus?” he asked.

“For that, I’ll turn to Miss Eastbrook’s to help explain. Or rather, demonstrate.” Max slowly turned from Anne to Evangeline, the ever-impeccably-dressed administrator undoing a second button on her blouse, frantically fanning herself, no longer following their conversation.

“Miss Eastbrook is… she’s a…?”

Above Evangeline’s tanned cleavage, a vent suddenly sprang open, and Max heard a number of fans wining in desperation.

==Part 4==
“You’ve d-done something to the climate control system!” Evangeline growled, the sudden vent on her chest going without notice or comment.

“I guess you could say that?” Anne said, finally putting her phone down and resting her chin on her arms, watching her manager with a look amusement. “Like in a very, very localized sense…”

Evangeline removed her jacket, her white blouse becoming translucent from the profusion of sweat – or coolant – beading across her body. “Whatever you’ve d-d-done,” she snarled at Anne. “t-turn it back down!”

“Is she – is she going to end up like Mrs. Claus?” Max could not stand Miss Eastbrook, but even if she was a robot, she was something more complex than the one that now sat headless only a few feet from her. It didn’t feel right just to watch her get destroyed.

Anne cocked her head. “Are you, like, actually worried about the fate of our tyrannical robot oppressor?”

“Yes?” Max said. “Like, she seems… she’s… she managed to fool both of us!”

“Let’s be real, every bot in this mall had you fooled. And not a single one of them has an ounce more computational power than that topless elf.” Jingle glanced down at Anne at the mention of ‘elf’, but displayed no further sign of comprehension.

Evangeline also didn’t seem to be following the conversation at this point, breathing heavily and fanning herself at a near impossible speed with both hands over the shrill scream of her internal cooling system.

“But she’s a lot more advanced than any of them, right?”

Anne’s incredulous expression faded, replaced by a look so sweet that he was certain she was about to eviscerate him with a sarcastic quip – but instead, she picked up her phone and quietly said, “Oh Max, you big softy…”

Suddenly, Evangeline froze, her head shivering into a confused stare while her fans seemed to be spinning down.

“What happened?”

“I got her out of there,” Anne said. “So whenever you feel like restoring the AI who is threatening you with jailtime, you now have that option! Oh, but that bot is still turbo-fucked.”

“Hi!” the bot that had been Evangeline exclaimed, putting on a smile he had only seen Evangeline wear when touring the mall with prospective investors. “I’m a-a-a busineswomannnn, and I’d love to show you the exciting opportunities we have for you at the missing retail con-configuration!” She beckoned him with a jerk of her head and a short, artificial laugh, saying, “Let me give you the guided tour!”

“So, she’s like…” Max looked at Anne searchingly.

“Pre-upgrade stock personality and missing a ton of her software configuration and customization,” Anne responded. “And, as I mentioned, turbo-fucked.”

“C’mon, let me g-give you the guided t-tour! The guided tour!” the sales-bot announced, wheeling about to almost trip over the slumped Mrs. Claus. She barely recovered, teetering on her heels as she gestured to the busty bot, smoke and sparks still drifting from her neck. “Holidays are always an exciting opportunity here at MALL, and we spare no expense in creating an exciting atmosphere to delight shoppers and their families!”

When Max only looked between this grinning sales-bot and Anne, Anne could barely contain herself. “Ohmygod Max, don’t just stand there, play with her!”

“Oh, uh…” Max looked back at her. “So… you know that, like… umm… like, you can see that this Mrs. Claus doesn’t have a head, right?”

The sales bot twitched, her smile growing even wider as her eyelids began to flutter. “Under c-construction, p-please pardon our mess!” she stammered, quickly pivoting toward the topless Jingle. “And if you look over here, you can see that our delightful and exciting Holiday Elf has a head, a feature a lot of our shoppers notice a-and appreciate here at MALL!”

“Dooooo your shoppers…” Max began slowly, “…also notice and appreciate bare breasts?” He glanced back at Anne, who gave him an encouraging thumbs-up.

It was clear from her shuddering movements and the acceleration of fans that the sales-droid was struggling to come up with a remotely appropriate response. Amid the whining buzz of her machinery, she finally blurted, “Yes! They are in-in-indistinguishable from the r-real th-thing! In fact, some shoppers say they even p-prefer them!”

Max blinked. “But… if they’re indistinguishable, then how could anyone have a preference?”

“Oh! Well! You s-s-s-seeeeeeee-“ the sales droid stammered, smoke once again rising from her. “You have to f-f-feel them to un-un-understand!” Her arm shot out, giving the elf-bot’s breasts a demonstrative squeeze.

Jingle directed her attention straight at the sales droid, cheerfully announcing, “Unit compromised!” She pawed ineffectually at the sales-droid’s body who in turn continued to work the elf-bot’s breasts in firm but halting motions, the elf-bot’s head ticking back and forth.

“F-feel th-them!” the sales-droid barked, grabbing Max’s wrist and stuffing his hand into Jingle’s pert chest. “Com-compare!” Grabbing his other hand, she plunged it into her own more bountiful cleavage where he could feel the heat blasting from her open vents.

“So, Max – can you feel the difference?” Anne teased.

He certainly could – the heat radiating from the sales-droid left her breasts with a tacky texture to them. The elf-bot felt far more natural, though his fingers tingled from an electric charge buzzing through her. But when he tried to make a witty observation for Anne’s benefit, he found himself tongue tied, still rather self-conscious. “Umm… they’re both… nice?” he offered.

Anne sighed, then shouted, “What about her ass?!”

The sales droid blinked for a long while, Max’s tentative fondling destabilizing her even further. “N-no detail-tail-tail is overlooked when pre-preparing for the holiday seaassszzzzzonnnnnn!” She roughly pulled his hands free, planting one on the elf-bot’s round rump, and shoving the other up the back of her own skirt. “What d-d-do you th-thinnnnk?” She asked, accompanied by a sudden flourish of sparks from her open panel.

One of Max’s hands cupped the absurdly bubbly backside of Jingle, the other half-tangled in sales-droid’s panties. He gave each a squeeze, the sales-droid delivered a sudden gasp and more sparks, while Jingle’s own hands suddenly seized upon the sales droid’s jawline. “U-u-uuuuunit compromised!” she chirped again. With the straining of servos, the elf-bot began to pull on the sales-droid’s head, the sales-droid still awaiting Max’s answer.

“Is the elf _supposed_ to do that?” Max asked just as he heard a metallic snap from inside the sales-droid’s neck.

“Of c-c-courszzzze!” she responded, taking no action while Jingle strained harder, a few lights flaring from within her throat. “Here at MALL, we maintain an on-site staff of t-t-top tierrrrr I-T-T-T workers to ensurrrre all our ro-robotic-ic-ic assistants neverrrrr mal-mal-mal-mallll-“ Max felt the sales-droid’s ass clench suddenly as Jingle tore her head from her shoulders, sparks and coolant spraying down the sales droid’s open blouse. The fluid seeping through the vent triggered another wave of sparks, the headless body quivering with splayed fingers while smoke poured insider her. With a final tug, Jingle snapped the head free from the few lingering wires. The sales-droid never lost her smile, and even managed to finish her sentence with a tinny, “-malfunctionnnnnnn!”

Jingle unceremoniously dropped the platinum-blonde head to the floor, turning to face Max with an impish grin. “D-do you want t-t-to unnnnnnwrap your p-present early?” He could sense the heat coursing from her, through the shimmer in the air around her and from her rapidly warming ass.

“Should I be worried here?” Max asked.

Anne finally bothered to pull up her khakis, still grinning at the smoldering body that had formerly been Evangeline’s. Engaging with her phone again, she asked, “So… what happens if you smack that booty?”

After a moment’s hesitation, Max followed through on Anne’s idle speculation. Drawing back his hand, he brought it firmly against the elf’s bubbly backside, which suddenly began to shiver and hum. The elf stiffened as a ‘beeping’ emanated from inside her.

“Hmmm… might want to give her some room,” Anne cautioned, and he quickly moved beside her while the beeping sound continued from inside Jingle at a slow but accelerating tempo. “Earrrlyyyyy? P-p-presennnts?” The elf stumbled toward them, but seemed unable to make progress for after every few steps, she’d go stumbling back. “Wwweee b-build t-toys f-f-orrr g-g-girls and b-b-boyssss!” she sang, breasts bouncing amid her stiff movements. Steam drifted from her pointed ears, patches of her skin glowing an unsettling red.

“Anne, are you sure we shouldn’t-“

“Shut up and watch!”

Now frozen in place, the elf-bot quivered with an intense, manic grin, smoke pouring from every orifice and several unseen seams while the beeping accelerated into a steady tone, her backside still vibrating wildly. “M-mm-merrryyyyy-!” A moment later, the sizzling elf-bot erupted in a percussive explosion, plastic and silicon and fragments of candy-cane striped legs sailing overhead as Max and Anne reflexively ducked away.

“Ho-ly shit!” Anne exclaimed, overjoyed at the outcome while Max could only stare at the mess. What was meant to be a festive diorama of Santa’s workshop was a tawdry mess of broken robots and smoldering electronics.

Max felt more of a sinking feeling as he surveyed the scene. “I, uh… think we should probably… leave?”

“Max!” Anne said, grabbing him by the shoulders, then spinning him around. “Look! At! All! These! Bots!” Max saw the cheery pink-haired girl in her bows and apron behind the counter at the brightly lit candy-shop. At the mattress store, he saw that tightly-wound, dark-haired girl who was always hard-selling, now diligently prepping the show room, her stiff posture seemingly heightened by whatever Anne had done. Down the way were the discordant sounds of the arcade. Max noticed the casual goth girl he assumed just haunted the place was putting out a sign displaying an upcoming tournament schedule. “Every one of them is dialed up to a hundred and ten and ready to serve! So before we fuck off from this mall forever, I say we make this a night to remember.”

“Anne-“

“Listen to me! The security system is taken care of, we have this entire place to ourselves, and you owe Eastbrook Holdings LL fucking C absolutely nothing. What they’re gonna get when they come in tomorrow is a complete catastro-fuck of bots in pieces, and a lesson of what can happen when you spend inordinate amounts of money just to ensure you don’t have to share any of it with actual human fucking beings!”

“But-“

“No ‘buts’, Max!” Anne was practically trembling. “I wasn’t progra-“ She froze, a look of absolute shock on her face. Taking a moment to calm herself, she started again. “I didn’t have to do it this way, you know! I could’ve just blown these bots to bits while slow-walking out the main entrance, but I wanted us to have some fun on our last night together!”

“Wait, what was that… what do you mean, ‘our last night together’?”

“I… I mean at this mall! C’mon, Max!”

Max still wasn’t convinced she had done all of this for him, but he could not shake the appeal of what was she was offering, nor the understanding that he’d never have a chance at something like this again. Part of him just wanted to take Anne and go, sort out the mess with the disembodied AI that was Evangeline, maybe even find a way to keep their jobs. Then again… “We’re already on the naughty list,” Max said, looking at the bot in the candy shop. “Fine, let’s have some fun.”

Anne beamed at him, turning up the twee rendition of Sleigh Ride pumping through the mall speakers. “That’s the spirit! Merry fucking Christmas, Max!”

==Part 5==
Max took a deep breath and marched toward the candy store. his eyes fixed on the cheery bubble-gum-haired clerk. She wore a vibrant pink and white dress, matching the shop's searingly sweet pastel aesthetic, standing at vacant attention behind the counter. The moment he entered, she flashed a brilliant smile, clasping her hands in front of an apron drawn tight against her full bosom. "Welcome to the Sweet Shop!" she said in a treacly squeak. "Are you interested in t-t-trying any samples?"

There was a manic intensity to her that Max fully attributed to Anne's meddling, and he wondered how little it would take before she… ''broke? Malfunctioned? Exploded?'' He felt a jab in the back from Anne, and cleared his throat. "Yeah, uh… I'd like to… sample your sweets?"

She giggled, her hand toying with the buttons on her blouse. "Something sweet? Something s-sour? Wh-what's your f-favorite flavor of ice c-c-cream?" She had undone the buttons so casually that Max only noticed when her cleavage was fully visible behind the frill of her apron.

"V-vanilla?" Max responded, and he heard Anne snort. Turning to her, he defensively asked, "What?"

"Help me out here, what's the flavor that's a metaphor for the most boring thing imaginable? Is it Pistachio? Rocky road? Neapolitan…?"

"Vanilla's a classic! Just because everyone likes a thing doesn't mean-"

Anne cut him off, directing his attention back toward the sweet shop girl. She was bent over the ice cream case, her ripe cleavage on full display, jiggling as she mined a heaping scoop.

"Stop arguing with me and go ''fuuuuck'' with her!" Anne insisted, pantomiming a suggestion by cupping her own breasts through her shirt and giving them a playful squeeze.

"But I ''like'' arguing with you," Max muttered, hoping his gaze wasn't beyond what Anne would consider polite when making a show of playing with her tits. He turned back to the ice cream case, uncertain if the sweet-shop girl's protracted efforts and the presentation of her cleavage were her way of flirting or whether it was just difficulty stemming from Anne's virus. After stacking a massive scoop on the cone, she went back for another, providing another eyeful of her breasts cupped by the lacy trim of her pink bra.

Despite Anne's prodding, Max just stood back and watched until the shop girl emerged from the case with two giant scoops of vanilla ice cream perched precariously on a cone held beside her ample chest. "H-here's your s-s-sample!" she chirped.

Max couldn't decide whether to reach for her or for the cone, and he heard Anne mutter, "Any day now…"

Max cleared his throat. "Oh, uh… my friend over there thinks vanilla is boring. Maybe you can add something more exciting to the mix?"

The sweet-shop-bot's head cocked to the side, blinking at Max in uncertainty. "More ex-exciting?"

"Yeah, like… what would you recommend to spice things up?"

A subtle shiver went through the shop-bot's body, as if asking her for anything more than a specific flavor was taxing the limits of her systems. "Ummm…" she said, and Max could hear fans beginning to whir in the bot's voluptuous frame as she stalled for more processing time. "Ummm…" A panel sprang open on her chest, just above her double-scoop of cleavage, a thin trail of smoke drifting from inside. "Ummmmmmmm…?" Max could feel the heat radiating from her even across the counter, her complexion warming to a bright peach color. Rivulets of vanilla ran down the teetering helping of ice cream, and one of the scoops sloughed to the side, spilling over the edge of the cone to plop directly into the bot's open chest panel.

Max recoiled from the sudden blast of sparks erupting from her, the generous scoop of ice cream melting quickly into her internal systems, streams of liquid vanilla running across her breasts. Her glassy eyes opened wider as an accelerating beeping blared from somewhere inside her.

"I-I-If you g-give me j-just a moment, I w-w-will be with yyyouuu-" she stammered in a digitized voice, seizing up entirely, smoke gushing from her smiling lips, her eyes staring forward blankly. The beeping was now a shrill whine, electricity crackling across tits slathered in melted ice cream.

"V-vanilla is always a cu-cus-customer favorite!" the sweet shop girl announced with a large, plastic smile before exploding, plastic and circuitry pinging across glass jars of candy, the scent of charred electronics overpowering the shop's saccharine sweet aroma.

"Holy shit!" Max exclaimed, looking back at Anne. "Are you OK?!"

Anne gave Max a very serious look, tenting her fingers in front of her lips.

"It was a nice finish, but that was more luck than skill." Anne placed a hand on Max's shoulder, taking a moment to flick a clump of pink hair partially fused with the fragment of a circuitboard. "Max, I need you to do ''more'' with this."

"Anne, she ''exploded''!"

"Oh, for sure - Miss Two-Scoops did great. My notes are all for ''you''! Where was the passion!? The ''get-back''!? Max, where was the ''horny''!?"

Max flushed, hyper-focused on her hand now squeezing his shoulder. "Er… Anne, what exactly are you suggesting I-"

Anne scrunched her nose, shaking her head. "No, I see it now - It's ''me''!" Before Max could vocalize a word of the fervent rebuke bubbling up inside him, Anne continued, pulling her hand back to smash a fist into her palm. "How can I expect you to be uninhibited when I'm looking over your shoulder, being all ''judgy''! I should be supportive, on the other side of the mall!" She bit her lip, "Maybe in the food court, with Mr. Sticky Buns…"

Max gestured to the largest remaining piece of the sweet-shop-bot, saying, "It's not that I don't appreciate this… this, uh…"

"Turbo fuck virus," Anne helped.

"Sure, but I'd rather we do this together!"

"And we ''will''! However, right now you need to get in the right headspace, and you're not gonna do that with me here. Go! Have fun! Lose those inhibitions!" Anne patted his cheek, then turned on her heel. "Then come find me by the cinnamon roll place when you've gotten a few more busted bots under your belt, and you can show me what you learned." Max watched the departing sway of a plump backside that was giving far more to her drab khakis than they deserved.

"S-sure!" Max called, trying to figure out her motivations. She seemed to have a very specific idea in mind of what he ''should'' be doing - but why not just tell him? What was he supposed to do with directions of 'more get-back' and 'more horny'?

Anne's well-framed rump brought to mind another shop girl with an ass so perfect, she had to be a bot. Ideas swirled around his head as he made his way to the mattress store, thinking he just might know the sort of thing Anne had in mind.

==Part 6==

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LongTimeLurker: /* Part 4 */

=Naughty or Nice=
==Part 1==
“Would you look at the ass on this elf!?”

Max glanced over from his work to see Anne lifting the skirt of the “Christmas Elf” he had just unboxed. Beneath her frilled green hem, jingling with tiny brass bells, he saw the elf’s shapely contours in stark detail. He was almost mesmerized by the way the red and white of her candy-striped tights stretched across the smooth, round surfaces of her cheeks.

“Uh… yep!” Max agreed, hastily forcing his attention back to prying open the next crate.

“’Yep?’ You see the plum pudding they gave Jingle here, and all you can say is, ‘Yep?!’”

“What am I supposed to say?” he grunted, prying open another corner of the human-sized wooden crate. That ass is not half as nice as yours? Even in her uniform’s drab khakis, Anne’s generous hips and bountiful backside could not be suppressed, its tantalizing swells and the precise curvature of her panty line seared into his mind’s eye.

“I dunno, maybe show some enthusiasm for just how horny this setup is going to be? Oh shit,” she gasped. “These elves are kinda stacked… and I think they even gave them nipples! C’mon Max, check this out - I know you’re a breast man!”

He felt his face flush as he glanced up again, his eyes inadvertently but inevitably finding Anne’s full, round, and perfect breasts, an enticing glimpse of pale cleavage peeking through the unbuttoned grey of her work polo. She beamed as she tested the blankly-staring elf’s chest, her apple-cheeks glowing from a wide grin. “I’m kinda busy here,” Max muttered, starting on the last corner of the crate.

“Jeez, what’s with you tonight?” she asked, moving on to explore the robotic elf’s nearly identical ‘sister’, Sprinkles.

“This just wasn’t how I planned on spending my Friday night!” The crate’s lid groaned as it came loose with a final pry.

“Somewhere you’d rather be than an empty mall with the E-Cell assistant manager and salesperson of the month for November?” Anne asked, a faint pout not entirely sarcastic in her voice.

He dropped the crowbar, startling them both as it hit the floor with a metal clang. “Sorry,” he said, meeting her dark brown eyes. “It’s not you, I just had this sprung on me last minute. Why are you stuck here, anyway? Is Troy picking you up?”

“Maybe I just want to spend some quality time with my work-husband,” she said airily, going back to prodding the elf-bot. Max felt relief when a smile returned to her pink lips. She was right, he should be enjoying a late-night hang with her. Despite seeing her regularly throughout the day, it was nice to be around her after closing. She was so much more relaxed, none of that ‘sales-mode’ she seemed to be stuck in during mall hours. At night, she’d let her dark, auburn hair fall down over her shoulders, undo the top buttons on her shirt... he shook his head, refocusing on the task at hand.

“You know what I think it is?” Max asked aloud, pushing aside the wooden lid. “It’s that last year, we had a human Santa.”

“Buddy, if you’re lamenting the displacement of the human workforce by horny robots…“ she manipulated Sprinkles’ arms until the droid was grabbing its own breasts, “…then you’re a little late to the party.”

“Yeah, yeah, I saw the new girl at the sunglasses store.” A supermodel fitted with cheekbones that had to have been machine-milled.

“The sunglasses girl is when you noticed? Not the garden store? Not Teddy Bear Palace? That artisanal olive oil place? Every barista at every Star Roast? The inform-”

“Wait, olive-oil girl is a robot?!” Max exclaimed. “But she’s always eating those sticky buns!” A second later. “Wait, is the sticky buns guy a robot?”

Anne snorted. “Of course he is. “ While adjusting the elf’s jaw into a rapturous grin, she muttered, “Still wouldn’t mind him stickying my buns, though…”

“But wait, you’re saying they built a robot that craves pastries?”

“And that sells overpriced olive oil! The latest bots do all sorts of ‘behavioral emulations’, ways to appear human so apathetic shoppers and particularly dense IT workers don’t kick up a fuss while all the flesh-and-blood staff are replaced by plastic-and-oil sales drones.”

Max sighed. “Man, I thought I had a real rapport with olive-oil girl.”

“That must be why you call her as ‘olive-oil girl’,” she muttered, carefully tilting the elf’s head back.

“We’re not on a first name basis or anything, but…”

Anne rolled her eyes. “Did you buy some artisanal olive oil from her?”

“Some citrus-infused vinegar, actually,” Max said, a little defensive.

“That is the entire basis of your ‘rapport’, an if-else statement that runs flirt dot E.X.E whenever you pay a five-hundred percent markup.” She finished posing the elf who now appeared to be having a religious experience while grabbing her breasts. “Whereas our relationship will always be strictly unprofessional, and I would never have it tainted by something as tawdry as commerce.”

“You made me fix your broken phone last week!”

“Yes, but I didn’t pay you for it!” she said with prim satisfaction, moving on to pose Jingle.

Max shook his head, glancing at the paper taped to the Styrofoam lid inside the crate, warnings in bold and italics stressing the importance of immediately updating Mrs. Claus after unpacking her. “Robots everywhere… I can’t believe I didn’t notice…”

Anne sidled up next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, cheer up! Is it the existential crisis that's got you down? Or is it olive-oil girl being less Olive, and more oil?”

“You are the literal worst,” Max groaned, trying not to give her the satisfaction of a smile. “Just help me get Mrs. Claus on her feet.”

“Ooh!” Anne exclaimed excitedly, stopping Max before he could remove the inner lid. “Do you think she’s, like, a super sexy dominatrix Mrs. Claus? Because after those two elves…”

“I’m guessing the Eastbrook Mall opted for the more traditional ‘milk-and-cookies granny’.” He pulled up the lid and was a little disappointed to see he was correct. Inside was a quintessential grandmother dressed in red velvet trimmed with white fur, a pair of gold-rimmed spectacles perched on her bulbous nose.

“OK,” Anne said, only slightly deterred, “but what kind of ass is she working with?”

“Probably more prune than plum,” Max replied, the two of them lifting the inert figure out of the crate. “Plug her in, would ya?” He picked up the control tablet, ‘Mrs. Claus’ appearing in the list of devices beneath Jingle and Sprinkles as soon as Anne attached the power cord. He was surprised at the myriad options available when he selected her – among them, a particular slider caught his eye.

“Hey, Anne,” he called, his finger poised.

“Hm?” she asked, pulling her head from beneath Mrs. Claus’s dress.

“Check this out.” Max ramped the slider all the way down – in response, the machinery within Mrs. Claus hummed to life. Her skin drew tight across her as she stood up straight from her stooped posture, her shawl parting slightly from the swell of a bosom filling the blouse beneath. Her gray curls loosened into golden ringlets beneath her lacey bonnet, framing the face of a beautiful woman at least fifty years younger than the one they had unpacked.

After a moment of stunned silence, Anne stalked toward him. “Give! Me! That!” she demanded, snatching the tablet out of his hands.

“Don’t fuck with her too much,” Max cautioned. “I haven’t updated her yet, and-“

“I can’t believe this!” Anne exclaimed, her fingers flitting across the settings screen. “Who knew Mrs. Claus was so into discipline!” She guffawed, then quickly pulled the tablet away when Max tried to see what she was doing. “When I’m done!” Max stepped back, watching with growing curiosity while Anne continued to adjust settings, muttering to herself, “Some of this… definitely this… why, Mrs. Claus, I had no idea!”

“We should probably update her, though…” Max tried again.

Anne ignored him, running her finger swiftly up and down the tablet's surface. The statuesque beauty suddenly withered back to the kind-faced septuagenarian, then immediately springing into her young, gorgeous incarnation. “Naughty! Nice!” Anne repeated as the droid shrank and grew between the two extremes, machinery inside her facilitating this repeated transformation starting to whine and hiss. “Wait, are her boobs getting bigger every time I do this?” Anne muttered, going faster still.

“Anne, I can see smoke!” Max cried, snatching the tablet from her.

“But I’m not done!” she exclaimed in manic glee, snatching it back. “Just let me-“ the tablet suddenly fell from their hands, cracking sharply against the concrete floor.

“Fuck,” Max summarized, looking between the shattered screen and a young, busty Mrs. Claus, smoke wisping from beneath her red bonnet.

“Max…” Anne started, but was cut off by the metronomic clacking of stiletto heels.

Both her and Max turned to the fast-approaching Evangeline Eastbrook, the mall’s heiress, proprietor, manager, spokeswoman, figurehead – her position wasn’t entirely clear, but what Max did know was that she was his superior many times over, and her sudden appearance never made things easier for him.

“What is this shit?!” she demanded, gesturing at the smoldering, voluptuous blond robot and the lewdly displayed elf.

“Ms. Eastbrook, you’re looking lovely this evening!” Anne attempted. It was true, but when wasn’t it? Evangeline was always immaculately put together, a mannequin perfectly proportioned for the sheer pencil skirt suits she wore. There was never a hair out of place in her severe platinum bob, her austere makeup applied with laser-precision across a face no wrinkle or laugh line would dare besmirch.

She turned to Anne. “E-Cell is starting its new holiday promotion tomorrow.”

“Right as ever, Ms-“

“Then why are you here?”

“Just… helping…” Anne finished meekly. With an apologetic look toward Max, she turned and left, managing her departure with some dignity for the first few steps before breaking into an all-out sprint back to her store.

“And I repeat,” Evangeline stated, the weight of her full attention shifting back to Max. “What. Is. This. Shit?”

“We… I fucked up. Completely! But I promise, this will all be fixed by the time we open!” Her perfect lashes closed slightly, focusing her gaze into a drill-press that Max could feel at the exact midpoint between his eyes. “er… fixed before we open! Hours before we open!”

Finally, Evangeline relented. “Let’s hope that you do,” she said, striding over to Sprinkles and restoring the elf to a more natural pose. “And I want these two ‘elves’ plugged into my security system ASAP.”

“...Security?”

“They’re supposedly Holdfast compatible. If so, I could use them in the off-season for patrol and incident response.” Max was having trouble imagining the spritely pair hauling off some rowdy drunk, even if they did lose the tights and bells. “And I want to know if they’re actually going to work, or if I need to send them back.”

“You can count on me,” Max said, trying not to stress over the myriad compatibility issues he was bound to face, given their security system was a few updates behind.

“I suppose we’ll see, won’t we?” Evangeline said coldly before turning away, the clack of her heels echoing in his mind long after her departure.

“Well,” Max sighed, retrieving the cracked and glitching tablet from the ground. “Time to get to work.”

==Part 2==
“Happy Holidays, Jingle is online!” Jingle the elf cheered to no one in particular, flinging her arms wide in untamed exuberance. She fixed Max with her twinkling hazel eyes and said, “To continue with the setup process, please accept the license agreement on your tablet, OK?”

Max glanced between the grinning bot’s radiant plastic smile and the cracked screen – of course the EULA was hidden behind streaks of broken diodes.

“Do you have a vocal setup process?” Max asked after a few blind taps on what might have been the EULA’s accept button yielded no results.

“Sure, do!” she said with a giggle. “I’ll just need the setup passphrase! You’ll find it, along with several other helpful resources, in the packet marked ‘Start Here.’”

Max sifted through the quick-start guides and colorful offers for upgrades and accessories to transform them into witches, pilgrims, ‘secret shoppers’... He eventually found the card he was looking for. “Um… Register Jingle four X seven… pumpernickel, gumdrop, Vixen.”

She gave a slight shiver, then dove into a somersault, springing up with her bells jingling inches away from him. “Now it’s time to get me hooked up to your network!” she announced, though Max wondered exactly how her programming was guiding her, and why it would have her standing at a distance that could only be described as ‘intimate’. He watched her smiling face, its faintly artificial sheen offset by a smattering of freckles, waiting for her to give some indication why she was this close. But she only stood there, eyes twinkling as they looked into his.

Telling himself he just wanted to ‘see what would happen’, he leaned down to kiss the fay-faced robot on her smiling lips. Immediately she stood on her toes to meet him with a chaste peck, but this was followed by a coy smile that seemed to promise more. “Perhaps you’d like to unwrap your present early…” she said demurely, a finger toying with the ends of her choppy pixie cut.

Max cleared his throat and took a step back, reminding himself that he still needed this job, and getting intimate with the Christmas Elf bot when he had a looming deadline was probably not the best use of his time. “Please connect to network E-M underscore-”

“Sorry?” she said, wearing a confused expression.

“Um… can we resume setup? Y’know, connecting you to our network?”

“Of c-course!” she stammered, her head ticking before her cheery smile returned. “Let’s c-continue with my s-setup!”

“It’s network E-M underscore H-F, and I’ve got the security image… here.” He thumbed through the authenticator on his work phone, showed her the swirling security image. She stared at it, her eyes flashing briefly.

“This is a Holdfast enabled security network. Would you like me to enable my integrated security functionality?”

Max dared to hope it might be just this easy. “Yes, please do.”

She shifted her weight slightly, her face taking on an alarmed expression. “Uh-oh! It looks like you’re not on the latest version! You’ll have to update your Holdfast Security Software before we can continue!”

“Uh… admin override?” he tried.

“Sorry, I don’t know what you mean!”

Max was certain he couldn’t get the network software upgraded in the hours remaining, given that he had been running into strange errors whenever had he attempted over the past week. A wild thought occurred to him, and he approached the elf again, putting his arms around her waist.

“But if you’d like to take a break from the setup process,” she whispered.

“Please try connecting again,” Max said, and she adopted a confused expression before responding with a hesitant, “O-OK!” Max immediately kissed her fully on the lips, feeling an electric shudder course through the bot. When he finally broke from her, she wore a distant, glazed expression.

“C-connectionnnn… up-updaaaate…re-re-re-re-re-re-”

“Try connecting again for me?”

After a long pause, she gave him a vacant smile. “Connection es-st-stablished!”

Max gave a fist pump, daring to hope he might actually sort this out. “Can you configure the other elf?”

“Of course!” Jingle pranced over to the other elf, taking hold of both of her hands. A moment later, Sprinkles’s eyes flew open, her face mirroring her partner’s sugary smile. “Sprinkles is on-line!”

Hoping to carry the momentum, Max said, “OK, now activate Mrs. Claus!”

“You got it!” “Right away!” The two elves skipped over to the busty and broken Mrs. Claus, each taking one of her hands. Jingles looked at the other elf and frowned. “Uh-oh! It looks like Mrs. Claus might need some T.L.C!”

“But don’t worry!” Sprinkles continued. “We can take care of the return process and have her back her, lickity-split!”

“No, no!” Max exclaimed, running up to them. “I need her tonight!”

“Thanks to our fast and easy return process, we can have a replacement shipped within hours, with a guaranteed arrival time of two business days!” Jingle and Sprinkles were already maneuvering Mrs. Claus back into her box, although her youthful and curvaceous transformation was making the fit into the granny-mold packaging difficult. “And if you’ve been watching the calendar as closely as we have, you’ll know that still leaves plenty of time for holiday fun!” Sprinkles gave him a wink that he could only interpret as deliberately antagonizing.

“Before we order the replacement, can you just… let me try to fix her first?”

“I’m sorry, but that would violate her warranty!” Sprinkles said with effusive holiday cheer.

As he considered how kissing might be used to alter their directives once more, Max decided to take a slightly more practical route. “Um… hey, can the two of you do a quick patrol of the mall? Before we handle her return?”

“Of course we can!” Jingle said without hesitation, taking Sprinkles’s hand. “C’mon, Sprinkles!”

Max watched the two elves go skipping off, having his doubts about their off-season utility as guards. “That’s Evangeline’s problem…” Turning back to the awkwardly sprawled Mrs. Claus, half-stuffed into her packaging, Max walked over and tried powering her on with a prolonged press on the back of her neck. He heard a troubling buzzing sound emanating from inside her, culminating in a sharp electric pop! Immediately regretting his decision, Max was about to power her off again when her eyes fluttered open. She stared outward vacantly for several seconds before Max asked, “Mrs. Claus? Are you online?”

Her eyes narrowed, fixing him with a contemptuous glare. “Someone has been a very naughty boy!”

Max chuckled. “You don’t know the half of <urk!>” Mrs. Claus’s hand shot out, gripping his throat as she extracted herself from her packaging.

“And someone needs to be taught some respect!” she continued, drawing herself up on her feet. Max immediately regretted letting Anne have the tablet at all, certain that this combination of a haughty and imposing Mrs. Claus was entirely her doing.

“Power off!” Max wheezed, clutching at her grip. Dozens of protocols and safety features have intervened before her hand exerted even the slightest pressure on his neck, but clearly there were a number of things not quite right with this bot.

“Every year, children around the world conduct themselves with d-dig-dignity and obedience,” she continued, ignoring his command as a slight electric stutter marred her speech.

“S-stop choking me!”

She dropped him to the ground, planting a black leather boot upon his chest and forcing him on his back when he tried to sit up. “And here you are, flaunting their example by reveling in wickedness and perversity!”

“Mrs. Claus, help!” Max tried, hoping to trigger the aid protocol that was present in almost every ‘bot.

“I intend to!” she said in a discomforting whisper, leaning forward with her golden ringlets spilling over her shoulders, her large bust gently shifting beneath a blouse whose straining buttons were poised to be sent flying at any moment. “And that begins with the fun-fun-fundamentallllsszzz-“ her blue eyes crossed, a whisp of smoke drifting from her scowling lips, and Mrs. Claus froze. Max quickly tried to push her boot off his chest, but this only succeeded in destabilizing the bot. With a squeal from her protesting servos, Mrs. Claus collapsed on top of him, her chest smothering his face.

Under most other circumstances, Max would be delighted to be buried in such an ample bosom, silicon or no – but even ignoring the job he needed to do, this bot was proving to be far too unstable for comfort. Pushing her juddering form to one side, he scrambled on all fours for her packaging to find her administrator pass-phrase, only to feel a hand grab him by the ankle.

“Wheerrrrrre d-do you think you’re g-g-going?” she asked, pulling him effortlessly across the polished mall flooring before sitting heavily upon his back.

“Oof! Mrs. Claus, you need to power down, you’re dangerously malfunctioning and-“ Max’s cut his desperate plea short when he heard another voice sounding even more frustrated than his own.

“You’re not listening, I work here!”

Glancing behind him past the blonde bot perched upon his back, he saw Anne being dragged toward the display by Jingle and Sprinkles, the elf ‘sisters’ smiling pleasantly despite Anne’s protests.

“What are you two doing?!” Max exclaimed. “Let her go!”

The two bots immediately complied, though Sprinkles began, “This unit is running compromised software and presents a severity one threat to-“

“Yes, I’ll update you as soon as I can!” Max interrupted, watching as Anne’s own panic-stricken face gave way to wide-eyed amazement at his current predicament.

“So, uh, Max. How’s the setup going?”

Delivering a quick swat to Max’s backside, Mrs. Claus responded, “Max has been a very naughty b-boy!”

“He has, hasn’t he?” Anne said with a smirk. “If only someone could teach him some discipline.”

Mrs. Claus gave an arch laugh that quickly became corrupted with static.

“What the fuck, Anne!?” Max gasped. “This is… she’s…here, there’s an admin passphrase in her box, just read it to her and get her the fuck off of me.”

“Now, when you say, ‘in her box’,” Anne recoiled at the look Max gave her and stepped over to Mrs. Claus’s packaging, rummaging through it while the buxom blonde produced another series of sparks from her absently staring head. “OK!” Anne announced, pulling out a stiff piece of card stock. “Listen up Mrs. Claus X twenty-three… `Candy-Cane, Tinsel, Donner, Dew-Drop.’”

Mrs. Claus shuddered, giving off more sparks. “W-would you like to begin the setup process?” she asked calmly.

Anne chewed her lip for a moment, ignoring the initially incredulous and then desperate shakes of Max’s head. “Mmm… how about first you punish that very naughty boy you’re sitting on.”

“Oh my god, Anne!” Max gasped, trying to wriggle out beneath the Mrs. Claus-bot while she quickly pinned him to the floor.

Anne smirked. “Hey, you started this when you sent the elves after me…”

“That wasn’t on purpose!”

She shrugged. “It also wasn’t as funny.”

Mrs. Claus leaned in close, whispering, “This will go much better for you if you j-just accept your punishment…”

“Alright, Anne,” Max muttered, craning his neck to see the two stock-still elf-bots. “Jingle! Sprinkles! Whatever Mrs. Claus does to me, I want you to do to Anne!”

Anne looked confused for a moment right before the elves pounced on her, knocking her to the mall floor and then sitting across her back in tandem.

“Touché,” muttered Anne, looking across the vinyl floor at her similarly compromised co-worker.

“Balls in your court,” Max remarked, patiently waiting for her to end this. But when she only grinned at him, Max was forced to admit he had grossly underestimated what she was willing to tolerate.

==Part 3==
“What are you waiting for?!” Anne asked the shuddering Mrs. Claus. In response, the buxom bot sat upright with a whir, raised a hand, and brought it swiftly down upon Max’s backside in a sharp swat across his trousers. While Max recoiled from the strike, the elf-bots did as he had instructed and mirrored the motion, a pair of slaps across Anne’s larger posterior. Anne only grinned and said, “Mrs. Claus, I think Max’s pants are getting in the way of proper punishment.”

“Anne, what the fuck!? This looks bad enough as it is – but if Evangeline finds us with… stop that!” Mrs. Claus dutifully began to work at his button and zipper, her stiff mechanical fingers overpowering his own attempts to remain fully clothed until she tore his khakis free with a sharp tug. Across from him, it seemed Anne was actually helping the elves, wriggling her hips as they both drew her own khakis across her wide curves – and he couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of her black panties, their elastic biting into the plush expanse of an ass that fully lived up to his embarrassingly frequent imaginings.

A sudden slap across his boxers stunned him from his reverie, and the two elves spanking Anne stunned him back into it. He felt confused, aroused, and incredibly frustrated at this predicament, calling out, “Anne! What is it you’re trying to do here?!”

She flashed a knowing grin, biting her lip when the elves swatted her rump once more in response to Mrs. Claus’s continued punishment. “Can’t you just enjoy the moment?” Seeing his forlorn expression, she sighed, and said, “You know, all you’d have to do is spank her right back.”

“Wha? How?!” In what was meant to be a demonstration of futility, he attempted moving his arms to reach Mrs. Claus’s butt where it sat upon his waist, only to discover he actually could. Abandoning his complaint of the impossibility of it, he instead argued the practicality: “And what exactly is that supposed to accomplish!?”

“Just give it a go!”

Not expecting much, Max contorted his arm and blindly delivered as solid a swat on Mrs. Claus’s curvaceous rump as he could. Beneath her woolen coat, he felt the give of her plastic backside, followed by the bot sitting bolt upright. There was a looping buzzing sound, every time ending in a sharp electric snap. “What’s happening?” Max asked.

“In simple terms,” Anne explained, “you attempted to reverse her role from dom to sub, but it looks like she’s having some trouble switching gears. In fact, she seems to be locked in a feedback loop that’s only going to end when her CPU overheats to the point of igniting her inadequately shielded cranial battery pack.”

“She’s going to explode because I touched her butt!?”

“To be fair, you spanked that ass! And to even fair-er, she was not in a good state when this whole thing kicked off.”

“When you made her tackle me!” Max said, writhing out from beneath the bot as she sank on her haunches, her head twitching, smoke beginning to leak from her mouth and ears. “Mrs. Claus, shut down! Power off! Emergency shut down!” he tried, almost tripping over his pants as he scrambled to her packaging and frantically flipped through the minimal ‘quick-start’ guide for some clue on how to power her off.

“Just sit back and watch the show!” Anne suggested, still pinned by the two elves with her own khakis around her thighs.

“If Mrs. Claus literally explodes, I’m fucking done here!” Max ran over to the smoldering bot, putting his fingers beneath her chin and at her temples, pressing firmly for several seconds. He only felt her becoming warmer to the touch as one of her eyes squinted at him. “N-naught-t-tyyyy b-b-boyyyy!”

Anne rolled her eyes. “So you lose your job at a place that has fired ninety percent of its human staff only a few months before they figure out how to shitcan the remaining ten?”

“IF that happens, that’s two months where I can still make rent!” Max leaped back from Mrs. Claus at the sudden eruption of sparks. There was a fizzling sound, and Mrs. Claus’s head shot from side to side, strands of her synthetic her blonde hair wilting from the heat. “Naught-t-t-tyyy not-not-not niiiiice not naughty not naught nice not-“ she squealed in an increasingly high-pitched tone. With a final chastising look at Max and a clear pronouncement of “Naughty!”, her head went up in an almost festive explosion of tinsel and flame.

Max uncoiled from his defensive crouch, staring at the smoke and sparks still pouring from the jagged remnants of the robotic Mrs. Claus’s neck, when he heard a voice shriek, “What in the name of God is happening here?!” The rapid clacking of Evangeline’s approach sent Max’s already frazzled nerves into a state of sheer panic. Even Anne appeared flustered, hastily working at her phone.

Knowing this was an entirely lost cause, that there was nothing he could say or do that would change the outcome, Max sheepishly pulled up his ripped pants and said, “Ms. Eastbrook, there is an explanation...”

“For why Mrs. Claus’s head just exploded? For why those two elves are straddling Miss Keyes’s pelvis? Perhaps there is even a very good reason why her trousers are currently around her knees?”

“Elves on a pelvis,” Anne muttered to herself, still working at her phone.

“Is there something you wish to to add, Miss Keyes?” Evangeline snapped.

Something seemed to have changed in Anne, her attention entirely focused on her phone as her thumbs worked furiously at the screen. “Actually, yeah,” she said, working up the courage. “Max, I wanted to give this to you as a Christmas present, and I know it’s only November, but…”

“Enough!” Evangeline shouted. “I want both of you t-to.” She had a sudden nervous tick, cleared her throat, and began again. “I want b-b-both of of yooouuuu-“ Her words came at a slow drawl, her face locking into a sneer. Max didn’t know what to think - Was she having an aneurysm?!

“Unit compromised!” Jingles and Sprinkles both exclaimed, leaping up from Anne to rush toward Evangeline.

“What are you – get off of me!” Evangeline suddenly came to, trying to push the elf-bots away as they took her by either arm. “Max! Get control of these things!”

“Stop! Jingle, Sprinkles, let her go!” Max shouted, darkly amazed that the situation was still somehow getting worse for him and Anne. “Anne, are you controlling them?!”

“Not even a little!” Anne said, making no attempt to hide the delight in her voice.

“Sorry, but this unit must be powered down,” Jingle said, struggling to maintain her hold on Evangeline.

“And quarantined from the network!” Sprinkles added.

“Then power down!” Max commanded, rushing to aid his very-soon-to-be-ex boss.

“Unable to comply!” they both squealed in unison. “I am engaged in an active severity one security incident!”

“Max!” Evangeline hissed, her face contorted into a level of fury he had never before witnessed. “Get these two bots under control NOW!“

“Right! Uh…” resorting to the only thing that had worked before, Max swallowed and grabbed each of the elves by their surprisingly soft backsides, delivering a firm squeeze with both hands. Jingle and Sprinkles abruptly stopped grappling with Evangeline, jolting upright with an expression somewhere between, “Holiday Cheer” and “Unexpected Groping Exception.”

“Jingle? Sprinkles?” Max said, giving the springy material in each hand a vigorous massage, feeling their skin-tight leggings slipping across their smooth artificial skin. “Prepare to transfer administrative rights to Evangeline Eastbrook. Ms. Eastbrook, could you identify?”

“Yes, I’m Evangeline Eastbrook!” she barked, finally able to pull her arms free, beads of sweat forming on her formerly implacable brow.

“Initiate rights transfer now,” Max said, hoping this would work and that whatever madness was infecting them, they wouldn’t be able to take direct action against their admin. He drew back his hands and gave them each a spank for good measure.

“Transferred!” chirped Jingle, beaming like a maniac.

“T-transferrred!” Sprinkles voiced a half-second later. She suddenly turned to her partner and said, “Error – unit is under the control of a compromised A.I”

“Error!” Jingle responded, reminding Max of a petulant child as she repeated her companion’s line verbatim. “Unit is under the control of a-ack!” Her voice was cut short when Sprinkles lunged at her, and the two Elf robots immediately became locked in a wrestling match amid the high-pitched squeals of their vocalizations and their servos.

“I am fucking done with this shit!” Evangeline said, stepping around the two grappling bots to confront Max.

Shrinking from her approach, he pointed behind her and said, “If you don’t do something, they’re gonna tear each other to bits!” At that very moment, he saw Jingle rip open Sprinkle’s blouse, presumably trying to gain access to her core access panel.

“GOOD!” Evangeline roared. “Because THAT would be an easy warranty case to make! Whereas I don’t know HOW I’m going to explain what the two of you have done to Mrs. Claus.”

“Max introduced a conflict in her directive-“

“Anne, SHUT UP!”

“jus sayin’…”

Behind Evangeline, Jingle tossed aside the shredded remnants of Sprinkles’s top, exposing her candy-cane striped bra, while Sprinkles has managed to remove the same undergarment from her partner, Jingle’s pert plastic breasts bouncing wildly in the melee.

“Can we just get this over with,” Max asked, tearing his attention away from the robotic-Christmas-elf fight to the death. “I’m fired, right?”

“Obviously!” Evangeline paused, brushing the sweat from her forehead. “What’s more, you’ll be facing felony charges for what you’ve done here!”

Max flinched. “Wh-what felonies?!”

“Mmmmm,” Anne piped up, still lying on the ground, focused on her phone. “I’ll show you the list.”

“Anne, would you please start taking this seriously?” Max hissed.

“Neutra-tralize-lized!” Jingle announced, her fist now embedded in the chest of her counterpart, Sprinkles staring at the opening into her electronic inner workings with the same enthusiasm that she had exhibited since being powered on. Her bright eyes became crossed, smoke wafting from her smiling pink lips, as she squeaked, “Ha-happy me-merry en-en-enjoy hol-hol-holidayyyyy sea-sea-seasonnnnnn-!” Jingle tore her arm free, wrenching the core and most of its housing from the bot’s cavity. Sprinkles wavered for a few seconds before tipping forward, hitting the flooring hard with a plastic crunch. Jingle stood, twitching and topless, her tattered green dress falling away to leave her in nothing but her torn candy-stripe leggings and her jingling elf-shoes.

Evangeline seemed annoyed that she was still operational, but also seemed incredibly fatigued by the entire ordeal. “Elf-bot!” she demanded, loosening a button on her blouse while fanning herself with her free hand. “Take these two idiots to loss prevention.” She faced Max while the topless robotic elf took his arm, and said, “You both can wait there until the police arrive.”

“Mmmm,” Anne piped up again, still on her phone. “Not happening.”

“And why is th-that?” Evangeline stammered, hardly able to contain her fury, and frustrated even further when Jingle seemed to grind to a halt.

“Merry Christmas, Max!” Anne announced, tapping her phone. Max heard the mall powering up as shutters opened, store lights flicked on, and a banal holiday instrumental filled the air.

“What are you doing?” Max asked.

“Activating a virus in every bot – well, almost every bot – in the mall.”

Max glanced around nervously as various sales droids emerged from supply closets and storage rooms in a strange processional – dozens of beautiful sales droids vacantly opening up their respective shops. “What virus?” he asked.

“For that, I’ll turn to Miss Eastbrook’s to help explain. Or rather, demonstrate.” Max slowly turned from Anne to Evangeline, the ever-impeccably-dressed administrator undoing a second button on her blouse, frantically fanning herself, no longer following their conversation.

“Miss Eastbrook is… she’s a…?”

Above Evangeline’s tanned cleavage, a vent suddenly sprang open, and Max heard a number of fans wining in desperation.

==Part 4==
“You’ve d-done something to the climate control system!” Evangeline growled, the sudden vent on her chest going without notice or comment.

“I guess you could say that?” Anne said, finally putting her phone down and resting her chin on her arms, watching her manager with a look amusement. “Like in a very, very localized sense…”

Evangeline removed her jacket, her white blouse becoming translucent from the profusion of sweat – or coolant – beading across her body. “Whatever you’ve d-d-done,” she snarled at Anne. “t-turn it back down!”

“Is she – is she going to end up like Mrs. Claus?” Max could not stand Miss Eastbrook, but even if she was a robot, she was something more complex than the one that now sat headless only a few feet from her. It didn’t feel right just to watch her get destroyed.

Anne cocked her head. “Are you, like, actually worried about the fate of our tyrannical robot oppressor?”

“Yes?” Max said. “Like, she seems… she’s… she managed to fool both of us!”

“Let’s be real, every bot in this mall had you fooled. And not a single one of them has an ounce more computational power than that topless elf.” Jingle glanced down at Anne at the mention of ‘elf’, but displayed no further sign of comprehension.

Evangeline also didn’t seem to be following the conversation at this point, breathing heavily and fanning herself at a near impossible speed with both hands over the shrill scream of her internal cooling system.

“But she’s a lot more advanced than any of them, right?”

Anne’s incredulous expression faded, replaced by a look so sweet that he was certain she was about to eviscerate him with a sarcastic quip – but instead, she picked up her phone and quietly said, “Oh Max, you big softy…”

Suddenly, Evangeline froze, her head shivering into a confused stare while her fans seemed to be spinning down.

“What happened?”

“I got her out of there,” Anne said. “So whenever you feel like restoring the AI who is threatening you with jailtime, you now have that option! Oh, but that bot is still turbo-fucked.”

“Hi!” the bot that had been Evangeline exclaimed, putting on a smile he had only seen Evangeline wear when touring the mall with prospective investors. “I’m a-a-a busineswomannnn, and I’d love to show you the exciting opportunities we have for you at the missing retail con-configuration!” She beckoned him with a jerk of her head and a short, artificial laugh, saying, “Let me give you the guided tour!”

“So, she’s like…” Max looked at Anne searchingly.

“Pre-upgrade stock personality and missing a ton of her software configuration and customization,” Anne responded. “And, as I mentioned, turbo-fucked.”

“C’mon, let me g-give you the guided t-tour! The guided tour!” the sales-bot announced, wheeling about to almost trip over the slumped Mrs. Claus. She barely recovered, teetering on her heels as she gestured to the busty bot, smoke and sparks still drifting from her neck. “Holidays are always an exciting opportunity here at MALL, and we spare no expense in creating an exciting atmosphere to delight shoppers and their families!”

When Max only looked between this grinning sales-bot and Anne, Anne could barely contain herself. “Ohmygod Max, don’t just stand there, play with her!”

“Oh, uh…” Max looked back at her. “So… you know that, like… umm… like, you can see that this Mrs. Claus doesn’t have a head, right?”

The sales bot twitched, her smile growing even wider as her eyelids began to flutter. “Under c-construction, p-please pardon our mess!” she stammered, quickly pivoting toward the topless Jingle. “And if you look over here, you can see that our delightful and exciting Holiday Elf has a head, a feature a lot of our shoppers notice a-and appreciate here at MALL!”

“Dooooo your shoppers…” Max began slowly, “…also notice and appreciate bare breasts?” He glanced back at Anne, who gave him an encouraging thumbs-up.

It was clear from her shuddering movements and the acceleration of fans that the sales-droid was struggling to come up with a remotely appropriate response. Amid the whining buzz of her machinery, she finally blurted, “Yes! They are in-in-indistinguishable from the r-real th-thing! In fact, some shoppers say they even p-prefer them!”

Max blinked. “But… if they’re indistinguishable, then how could anyone have a preference?”

“Oh! Well! You s-s-s-seeeeeeee-“ the sales droid stammered, smoke once again rising from her. “You have to f-f-feel them to un-un-understand!” Her arm shot out, giving the elf-bot’s breasts a demonstrative squeeze.

Jingle directed her attention straight at the sales droid, cheerfully announcing, “Unit compromised!” She pawed ineffectually at the sales-droid’s body who in turn continued to work the elf-bot’s breasts in firm but halting motions, the elf-bot’s head ticking back and forth.

“F-feel th-them!” the sales-droid barked, grabbing Max’s wrist and stuffing his hand into Jingle’s pert chest. “Com-compare!” Grabbing his other hand, she plunged it into her own more bountiful cleavage where he could feel the heat blasting from her open vents.

“So, Max – can you feel the difference?” Anne teased.

He certainly could – the heat radiating from the sales-droid left her breasts with a tacky texture to them. The elf-bot felt far more natural, though his fingers tingled from an electric charge buzzing through her. But when he tried to make a witty observation for Anne’s benefit, he found himself tongue tied, still rather self-conscious. “Umm… they’re both… nice?” he offered.

Anne sighed, then shouted, “What about her ass?!”

The sales droid blinked for a long while, Max’s tentative fondling destabilizing her even further. “N-no detail-tail-tail is overlooked when pre-preparing for the holiday seaassszzzzzonnnnnn!” She roughly pulled his hands free, planting one on the elf-bot’s round rump, and shoving the other up the back of her own skirt. “What d-d-do you th-thinnnnk?” She asked, accompanied by a sudden flourish of sparks from her open panel.

One of Max’s hands cupped the absurdly bubbly backside of Jingle, the other half-tangled in sales-droid’s panties. He gave each a squeeze, the sales-droid delivered a sudden gasp and more sparks, while Jingle’s own hands suddenly seized upon the sales droid’s jawline. “U-u-uuuuunit compromised!” she chirped again. With the straining of servos, the elf-bot began to pull on the sales-droid’s head, the sales-droid still awaiting Max’s answer.

“Is the elf _supposed_ to do that?” Max asked just as he heard a metallic snap from inside the sales-droid’s neck.

“Of c-c-courszzzze!” she responded, taking no action while Jingle strained harder, a few lights flaring from within her throat. “Here at MALL, we maintain an on-site staff of t-t-top tierrrrr I-T-T-T workers to ensurrrre all our ro-robotic-ic-ic assistants neverrrrr mal-mal-mal-mallll-“ Max felt the sales-droid’s ass clench suddenly as Jingle tore her head from her shoulders, sparks and coolant spraying down the sales droid’s open blouse. The fluid seeping through the vent triggered another wave of sparks, the headless body quivering with splayed fingers while smoke poured insider her. With a final tug, Jingle snapped the head free from the few lingering wires. The sales-droid never lost her smile, and even managed to finish her sentence with a tinny, “-malfunctionnnnnnn!”

Jingle unceremoniously dropped the platinum-blonde head to the floor, turning to face Max with an impish grin. “D-do you want t-t-to unnnnnnwrap your p-present early?” He could sense the heat coursing from her, through the shimmer in the air around her and from her rapidly warming ass.

“Should I be worried here?” Max asked.

Anne finally bothered to pull up her khakis, still grinning at the smoldering body that had formerly been Evangeline’s. Engaging with her phone again, she asked, “So… what happens if you smack that booty?”

After a moment’s hesitation, Max followed through on Anne’s idle speculation. Drawing back his hand, he brought it firmly against the elf’s bubbly backside, which suddenly began to shiver and hum. The elf stiffened as a ‘beeping’ emanated from inside her.

“Hmmm… might want to give her some room,” Anne cautioned, and he quickly moved beside her while the beeping sound continued from inside Jingle at a slow but accelerating tempo. “Earrrlyyyyy? P-p-presennnts?” The elf stumbled toward them, but seemed unable to make progress for after every few steps, she’d go stumbling back. “Wwweee b-build t-toys f-f-orrr g-g-girls and b-b-boyssss!” she sang, breasts bouncing amid her stiff movements. Steam drifted from her pointed ears, patches of her skin glowing an unsettling red.

“Anne, are you sure we shouldn’t-“

“Shut up and watch!”

Now frozen in place, the elf-bot quivered with an intense, manic grin, smoke pouring from every orifice and several unseen seams while the beeping accelerated into a steady tone, her backside still vibrating wildly. “M-mm-merrryyyyy-!” A moment later, the sizzling elf-bot erupted in a percussive explosion, plastic and silicon and fragments of candy-cane striped legs sailing overhead as Max and Anne reflexively ducked away.

“Ho-ly shit!” Anne exclaimed, overjoyed at the outcome while Max could only stare at the mess. What was meant to be a festive diorama of Santa’s workshop was a tawdry mess of broken robots and smoldering electronics.

Max felt more of a sinking feeling as he surveyed the scene. “I, uh… think we should probably… leave?”

“Max!” Anne said, grabbing him by the shoulders, then spinning him around. “Look! At! All! These! Bots!” Max saw the cheery pink-haired girl in her bows and apron behind the counter at the brightly lit candy-shop. At the mattress store, he saw that tightly-wound, dark-haired girl who was always hard-selling, now diligently prepping the show room, her stiff posture seemingly heightened by whatever Anne had done. Down the way were the discordant sounds of the arcade. Max noticed the casual goth girl he assumed just haunted the place was putting out a sign displaying an upcoming tournament schedule. “Every one of them is dialed up to a hundred and ten and ready to serve! So before we fuck off from this mall forever, I say we make this a night to remember.”

“Anne-“

“Listen to me! The security system is taken care of, we have this entire place to ourselves, and you owe Eastbrook Holdings LL fucking C absolutely nothing. What they’re gonna get when they come in tomorrow is a complete catastro-fuck of bots in pieces, and a lesson of what can happen when you spend inordinate amounts of money just to ensure you don’t have to share any of it with actual human fucking beings!”

“But-“

“No ‘buts’, Max!” Anne was practically trembling. “I wasn’t progra-“ She froze, a look of absolute shock on her face. Taking a moment to calm herself, she started again. “I didn’t have to do it this way, you know! I could’ve just blown these bots to bits while slow-walking out the main entrance, but I wanted us to have some fun on our last night together!”

“Wait, what was that… what do you mean, ‘our last night together’?”

“I… I mean at this mall! C’mon, Max!”

Max still wasn’t convinced she had done all of this for him, but he could not shake the appeal of what was she was offering, nor the understanding that he’d never have a chance at something like this again. Part of him just wanted to take Anne and go, sort out the mess with the disembodied AI that was Evangeline, maybe even find a way to keep their jobs. Then again… “We’re already on the naughty list,” Max said, looking at the bot in the candy shop. “Fine, let’s have some fun.”

Anne beamed at him, turning up the twee rendition of Sleigh Ride pumping through the mall speakers. “That’s the spirit! Merry fucking Christmas, Max!”

==Part 5==
Max took a deep breath and marched toward the candy store. his eyes fixed on the cheery bubble-gum-haired clerk. She wore a vibrant pink and white dress, matching the shop's searingly sweet pastel aesthetic, standing at vacant attention behind the counter. The moment he entered, she flashed a brilliant smile, clasping her hands in front of an apron drawn tight against her full bosom. "Welcome to the Sweet Shop!" she said in a treacly squeak. "Are you interested in t-t-trying any samples?"

There was a manic intensity to her that Max fully attributed to Anne's meddling, and he wondered how little it would take before she… ''broke? Malfunctioned? Exploded?'' He felt a jab in the back from Anne, and cleared his throat. "Yeah, uh… I'd like to… sample your sweets?"

She giggled, her hand toying with the buttons on her blouse. "Something sweet? Something s-sour? Wh-what's your f-favorite flavor of ice c-c-cream?" She had undone the buttons so casually that Max only noticed when her cleavage was fully visible behind the frill of her apron.

"V-vanilla?" Max responded, and he heard Anne snort. Turning to her, he defensively asked, "What?"

"Help me out here, what's the flavor that's a metaphor for the most boring thing imaginable? Is it Pistachio? Rocky road? Neapolitan…?"

"Vanilla's a classic! Just because everyone likes a thing doesn't mean-"

Anne cut him off, directing his attention back toward the sweet shop girl. She was bent over the ice cream case, her ripe cleavage on full display, jiggling as she mined a heaping scoop.

"Stop arguing with me and go ''fuuuuck'' with her!" Anne insisted, pantomiming a suggestion by cupping her own breasts through her shirt and giving them a playful squeeze.

"But I ''like'' arguing with you," Max muttered, hoping his gaze wasn't beyond what Anne would consider polite when making a show of playing with her tits. He turned back to the ice cream case, uncertain if the sweet-shop girl's protracted efforts and the presentation of her cleavage were her way of flirting or whether it was just difficulty stemming from Anne's virus. After stacking a massive scoop on the cone, she went back for another, providing another eyeful of her breasts cupped by the lacy trim of her pink bra.

Despite Anne's prodding, Max just stood back and watched until the shop girl emerged from the case with two giant scoops of vanilla ice cream perched precariously on a cone held beside her ample chest. "H-here's your s-s-sample!" she chirped.

Max couldn't decide whether to reach for her or for the cone, and he heard Anne mutter, "Any day now…"

Max cleared his throat. "Oh, uh… my friend over there thinks vanilla is boring. Maybe you can add something more exciting to the mix?"

The sweet-shop-bot's head cocked to the side, blinking at Max in uncertainty. "More ex-exciting?"

"Yeah, like… what would you recommend to spice things up?"

A subtle shiver went through the shop-bot's body, as if asking her for anything more than a specific flavor was taxing the limits of her systems. "Ummm…" she said, and Max could hear fans beginning to whir in the bot's voluptuous frame as she stalled for more processing time. "Ummm…" A panel sprang open on her chest, just above her double-scoop of cleavage, a thin trail of smoke drifting from inside. "Ummmmmmmm…?" Max could feel the heat radiating from her even across the counter, her complexion warming to a bright peach color. Rivulets of vanilla ran down the teetering helping of ice cream, and one of the scoops sloughed to the side, spilling over the edge of the cone to plop directly into the bot's open chest panel.

Max recoiled from the sudden blast of sparks erupting from her, the generous scoop of ice cream melting quickly into her internal systems, streams of liquid vanilla running across her breasts. Her glassy eyes opened wider as an accelerating beeping blared from somewhere inside her.

"I-I-If you g-give me j-just a moment, I w-w-will be with yyyouuu-" she stammered in a digitized voice, seizing up entirely, smoke gushing from her smiling lips, her eyes staring forward blankly. The beeping was now a shrill whine, electricity crackling across tits slathered in melted ice cream.

"V-vanilla is always a cu-cus-customer favorite!" the sweet shop girl announced with a large, plastic smile before exploding, plastic and circuitry pinging across glass jars of candy, the scent of charred electronics overpowering the shop's saccharine sweet aroma.

"Holy shit!" Max exclaimed, looking back at Anne. "Are you OK?!"

Anne gave Max a very serious look, tenting her fingers in front of her lips.

"It was a nice finish, but that was more luck than skill." Anne placed a hand on Max's shoulder, taking a moment to flick a clump of pink hair partially fused with the fragment of a circuitboard. "Max, I need you to do ''more'' with this."

"Anne, she ''exploded''!"

"Oh, for sure - Miss Two-Scoops did great. My notes are all for ''you''! Where was the passion!? The ''get-back''!? Max, where was the ''horny''!?"

Max flushed, hyper-focused on her hand now squeezing his shoulder. "Er… Anne, what exactly are you suggesting I-"

Anne scrunched her nose, shaking her head. "No, I see it now - It's ''me''!" Before Max could vocalize a word of the fervent rebuke bubbling up inside him, Anne continued, pulling her hand back to smash a fist into her palm. "How can I expect you to be uninhibited when I'm looking over your shoulder, being all ''judgy''! I should be supportive, on the other side of the mall!" She bit her lip, "Maybe in the food court, with Mr. Sticky Buns…"

Max gestured to the largest remaining piece of the sweet-shop-bot, saying, "It's not that I don't appreciate this… this, uh…"

"Turbo fuck virus," Anne helped.

"Sure, but I'd rather we do this together!"

"And we ''will''! However, right now you need to get in the right headspace, and you're not gonna do that with me here. Go! Have fun! Lose those inhibitions!" Anne patted his cheek, then turned on her heel. "Then come find me by the cinnamon roll place when you've gotten a few more busted bots under your belt, and you can show me what you learned." Max watched the departing sway of a plump backside that was giving far more to her drab khakis than they deserved.

"S-sure!" Max called, trying to figure out her motivations. She seemed to have a very specific idea in mind of what he ''should'' be doing - but why not just tell him? What was he supposed to do with directions of 'more get-back' and 'more horny'?

Anne's well-framed rump brought to mind another shop girl with an ass so perfect, she had to be a bot. Ideas swirled around his head as he made his way to the mattress store, thinking he just might know the sort of thing Anne had in mind.

Naughty or Nice

2023-07-18T14:51:33Z

LongTimeLurker: /* Part 5 */

=Naughty or Nice=
==Part 1==
“Would you look at the ass on this elf!?”

Max glanced over from his work to see Anne lifting the skirt of the “Christmas Elf” he had just unboxed. Beneath her frilled green hem, jingling with tiny brass bells, he saw the elf’s shapely contours in stark detail. He was almost mesmerized by the way the red and white of her candy-striped tights stretched across the smooth, round surfaces of her cheeks.

“Uh… yep!” Max agreed, hastily forcing his attention back to prying open the next crate.

“’Yep?’ You see the plum pudding they gave Jingle here, and all you can say is, ‘Yep?!’”

“What am I supposed to say?” he grunted, prying open another corner of the human-sized wooden crate. That ass is not half as nice as yours? Even in her uniform’s drab khakis, Anne’s generous hips and bountiful backside could not be suppressed, its tantalizing swells and the precise curvature of her panty line seared into his mind’s eye.

“I dunno, maybe show some enthusiasm for just how horny this setup is going to be? Oh shit,” she gasped. “These elves are kinda stacked… and I think they even gave them nipples! C’mon Max, check this out - I know you’re a breast man!”

He felt his face flush as he glanced up again, his eyes inadvertently but inevitably finding Anne’s full, round, and perfect breasts, an enticing glimpse of pale cleavage peeking through the unbuttoned grey of her work polo. She beamed as she tested the blankly-staring elf’s chest, her apple-cheeks glowing from a wide grin. “I’m kinda busy here,” Max muttered, starting on the last corner of the crate.

“Jeez, what’s with you tonight?” she asked, moving on to explore the robotic elf’s nearly identical ‘sister’, Sprinkles.

“This just wasn’t how I planned on spending my Friday night!” The crate’s lid groaned as it came loose with a final pry.

“Somewhere you’d rather be than an empty mall with the E-Cell assistant manager and salesperson of the month for November?” Anne asked, a faint pout not entirely sarcastic in her voice.

He dropped the crowbar, startling them both as it hit the floor with a metal clang. “Sorry,” he said, meeting her dark brown eyes. “It’s not you, I just had this sprung on me last minute. Why are you stuck here, anyway? Is Troy picking you up?”

“Maybe I just want to spend some quality time with my work-husband,” she said airily, going back to prodding the elf-bot. Max felt relief when a smile returned to her pink lips. She was right, he should be enjoying a late-night hang with her. Despite seeing her regularly throughout the day, it was nice to be around her after closing. She was so much more relaxed, none of that ‘sales-mode’ she seemed to be stuck in during mall hours. At night, she’d let her dark, auburn hair fall down over her shoulders, undo the top buttons on her shirt... he shook his head, refocusing on the task at hand.

“You know what I think it is?” Max asked aloud, pushing aside the wooden lid. “It’s that last year, we had a human Santa.”

“Buddy, if you’re lamenting the displacement of the human workforce by horny robots…“ she manipulated Sprinkles’ arms until the droid was grabbing its own breasts, “…then you’re a little late to the party.”

“Yeah, yeah, I saw the new girl at the sunglasses store.” A supermodel fitted with cheekbones that had to have been machine-milled.

“The sunglasses girl is when you noticed? Not the garden store? Not Teddy Bear Palace? That artisanal olive oil place? Every barista at every Star Roast? The inform-”

“Wait, olive-oil girl is a robot?!” Max exclaimed. “But she’s always eating those sticky buns!” A second later. “Wait, is the sticky buns guy a robot?”

Anne snorted. “Of course he is. “ While adjusting the elf’s jaw into a rapturous grin, she muttered, “Still wouldn’t mind him stickying my buns, though…”

“But wait, you’re saying they built a robot that craves pastries?”

“And that sells overpriced olive oil! The latest bots do all sorts of ‘behavioral emulations’, ways to appear human so apathetic shoppers and particularly dense IT workers don’t kick up a fuss while all the flesh-and-blood staff are replaced by plastic-and-oil sales drones.”

Max sighed. “Man, I thought I had a real rapport with olive-oil girl.”

“That must be why you call her as ‘olive-oil girl’,” she muttered, carefully tilting the elf’s head back.

“We’re not on a first name basis or anything, but…”

Anne rolled her eyes. “Did you buy some artisanal olive oil from her?”

“Some citrus-infused vinegar, actually,” Max said, a little defensive.

“That is the entire basis of your ‘rapport’, an if-else statement that runs flirt dot E.X.E whenever you pay a five-hundred percent markup.” She finished posing the elf who now appeared to be having a religious experience while grabbing her breasts. “Whereas our relationship will always be strictly unprofessional, and I would never have it tainted by something as tawdry as commerce.”

“You made me fix your broken phone last week!”

“Yes, but I didn’t pay you for it!” she said with prim satisfaction, moving on to pose Jingle.

Max shook his head, glancing at the paper taped to the Styrofoam lid inside the crate, warnings in bold and italics stressing the importance of immediately updating Mrs. Claus after unpacking her. “Robots everywhere… I can’t believe I didn’t notice…”

Anne sidled up next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, cheer up! Is it the existential crisis that's got you down? Or is it olive-oil girl being less Olive, and more oil?”

“You are the literal worst,” Max groaned, trying not to give her the satisfaction of a smile. “Just help me get Mrs. Claus on her feet.”

“Ooh!” Anne exclaimed excitedly, stopping Max before he could remove the inner lid. “Do you think she’s, like, a super sexy dominatrix Mrs. Claus? Because after those two elves…”

“I’m guessing the Eastbrook Mall opted for the more traditional ‘milk-and-cookies granny’.” He pulled up the lid and was a little disappointed to see he was correct. Inside was a quintessential grandmother dressed in red velvet trimmed with white fur, a pair of gold-rimmed spectacles perched on her bulbous nose.

“OK,” Anne said, only slightly deterred, “but what kind of ass is she working with?”

“Probably more prune than plum,” Max replied, the two of them lifting the inert figure out of the crate. “Plug her in, would ya?” He picked up the control tablet, ‘Mrs. Claus’ appearing in the list of devices beneath Jingle and Sprinkles as soon as Anne attached the power cord. He was surprised at the myriad options available when he selected her – among them, a particular slider caught his eye.

“Hey, Anne,” he called, his finger poised.

“Hm?” she asked, pulling her head from beneath Mrs. Claus’s dress.

“Check this out.” Max ramped the slider all the way down – in response, the machinery within Mrs. Claus hummed to life. Her skin drew tight across her as she stood up straight from her stooped posture, her shawl parting slightly from the swell of a bosom filling the blouse beneath. Her gray curls loosened into golden ringlets beneath her lacey bonnet, framing the face of a beautiful woman at least fifty years younger than the one they had unpacked.

After a moment of stunned silence, Anne stalked toward him. “Give! Me! That!” she demanded, snatching the tablet out of his hands.

“Don’t fuck with her too much,” Max cautioned. “I haven’t updated her yet, and-“

“I can’t believe this!” Anne exclaimed, her fingers flitting across the settings screen. “Who knew Mrs. Claus was so into discipline!” She guffawed, then quickly pulled the tablet away when Max tried to see what she was doing. “When I’m done!” Max stepped back, watching with growing curiosity while Anne continued to adjust settings, muttering to herself, “Some of this… definitely this… why, Mrs. Claus, I had no idea!”

“We should probably update her, though…” Max tried again.

Anne ignored him, running her finger swiftly up and down the tablet's surface. The statuesque beauty suddenly withered back to the kind-faced septuagenarian, then immediately springing into her young, gorgeous incarnation. “Naughty! Nice!” Anne repeated as the droid shrank and grew between the two extremes, machinery inside her facilitating this repeated transformation starting to whine and hiss. “Wait, are her boobs getting bigger every time I do this?” Anne muttered, going faster still.

“Anne, I can see smoke!” Max cried, snatching the tablet from her.

“But I’m not done!” she exclaimed in manic glee, snatching it back. “Just let me-“ the tablet suddenly fell from their hands, cracking sharply against the concrete floor.

“Fuck,” Max summarized, looking between the shattered screen and a young, busty Mrs. Claus, smoke wisping from beneath her red bonnet.

“Max…” Anne started, but was cut off by the metronomic clacking of stiletto heels.

Both her and Max turned to the fast-approaching Evangeline Eastbrook, the mall’s heiress, proprietor, manager, spokeswoman, figurehead – her position wasn’t entirely clear, but what Max did know was that she was his superior many times over, and her sudden appearance never made things easier for him.

“What is this shit?!” she demanded, gesturing at the smoldering, voluptuous blond robot and the lewdly displayed elf.

“Ms. Eastbrook, you’re looking lovely this evening!” Anne attempted. It was true, but when wasn’t it? Evangeline was always immaculately put together, a mannequin perfectly proportioned for the sheer pencil skirt suits she wore. There was never a hair out of place in her severe platinum bob, her austere makeup applied with laser-precision across a face no wrinkle or laugh line would dare besmirch.

She turned to Anne. “E-Cell is starting its new holiday promotion tomorrow.”

“Right as ever, Ms-“

“Then why are you here?”

“Just… helping…” Anne finished meekly. With an apologetic look toward Max, she turned and left, managing her departure with some dignity for the first few steps before breaking into an all-out sprint back to her store.

“And I repeat,” Evangeline stated, the weight of her full attention shifting back to Max. “What. Is. This. Shit?”

“We… I fucked up. Completely! But I promise, this will all be fixed by the time we open!” Her perfect lashes closed slightly, focusing her gaze into a drill-press that Max could feel at the exact midpoint between his eyes. “er… fixed before we open! Hours before we open!”

Finally, Evangeline relented. “Let’s hope that you do,” she said, striding over to Sprinkles and restoring the elf to a more natural pose. “And I want these two ‘elves’ plugged into my security system ASAP.”

“...Security?”

“They’re supposedly Holdfast compatible. If so, I could use them in the off-season for patrol and incident response.” Max was having trouble imagining the spritely pair hauling off some rowdy drunk, even if they did lose the tights and bells. “And I want to know if they’re actually going to work, or if I need to send them back.”

“You can count on me,” Max said, trying not to stress over the myriad compatibility issues he was bound to face, given their security system was a few updates behind.

“I suppose we’ll see, won’t we?” Evangeline said coldly before turning away, the clack of her heels echoing in his mind long after her departure.

“Well,” Max sighed, retrieving the cracked and glitching tablet from the ground. “Time to get to work.”

==Part 2==
“Happy Holidays, Jingle is online!” Jingle the elf cheered to no one in particular, flinging her arms wide in untamed exuberance. She fixed Max with her twinkling hazel eyes and said, “To continue with the setup process, please accept the license agreement on your tablet, OK?”

Max glanced between the grinning bot’s radiant plastic smile and the cracked screen – of course the EULA was hidden behind streaks of broken diodes.

“Do you have a vocal setup process?” Max asked after a few blind taps on what might have been the EULA’s accept button yielded no results.

“Sure, do!” she said with a giggle. “I’ll just need the setup passphrase! You’ll find it, along with several other helpful resources, in the packet marked ‘Start Here.’”

Max sifted through the quick-start guides and colorful offers for upgrades and accessories to transform them into witches, pilgrims, ‘secret shoppers’... He eventually found the card he was looking for. “Um… Register Jingle four X seven… pumpernickel, gumdrop, Vixen.”

She gave a slight shiver, then dove into a somersault, springing up with her bells jingling inches away from him. “Now it’s time to get me hooked up to your network!” she announced, though Max wondered exactly how her programming was guiding her, and why it would have her standing at a distance that could only be described as ‘intimate’. He watched her smiling face, its faintly artificial sheen offset by a smattering of freckles, waiting for her to give some indication why she was this close. But she only stood there, eyes twinkling as they looked into his.

Telling himself he just wanted to ‘see what would happen’, he leaned down to kiss the fay-faced robot on her smiling lips. Immediately she stood on her toes to meet him with a chaste peck, but this was followed by a coy smile that seemed to promise more. “Perhaps you’d like to unwrap your present early…” she said demurely, a finger toying with the ends of her choppy pixie cut.

Max cleared his throat and took a step back, reminding himself that he still needed this job, and getting intimate with the Christmas Elf bot when he had a looming deadline was probably not the best use of his time. “Please connect to network E-M underscore-”

“Sorry?” she said, wearing a confused expression.

“Um… can we resume setup? Y’know, connecting you to our network?”

“Of c-course!” she stammered, her head ticking before her cheery smile returned. “Let’s c-continue with my s-setup!”

“It’s network E-M underscore H-F, and I’ve got the security image… here.” He thumbed through the authenticator on his work phone, showed her the swirling security image. She stared at it, her eyes flashing briefly.

“This is a Holdfast enabled security network. Would you like me to enable my integrated security functionality?”

Max dared to hope it might be just this easy. “Yes, please do.”

She shifted her weight slightly, her face taking on an alarmed expression. “Uh-oh! It looks like you’re not on the latest version! You’ll have to update your Holdfast Security Software before we can continue!”

“Uh… admin override?” he tried.

“Sorry, I don’t know what you mean!”

Max was certain he couldn’t get the network software upgraded in the hours remaining, given that he had been running into strange errors whenever had he attempted over the past week. A wild thought occurred to him, and he approached the elf again, putting his arms around her waist.

“But if you’d like to take a break from the setup process,” she whispered.

“Please try connecting again,” Max said, and she adopted a confused expression before responding with a hesitant, “O-OK!” Max immediately kissed her fully on the lips, feeling an electric shudder course through the bot. When he finally broke from her, she wore a distant, glazed expression.

“C-connectionnnn… up-updaaaate…re-re-re-re-re-re-”

“Try connecting again for me?”

After a long pause, she gave him a vacant smile. “Connection es-st-stablished!”

Max gave a fist pump, daring to hope he might actually sort this out. “Can you configure the other elf?”

“Of course!” Jingle pranced over to the other elf, taking hold of both of her hands. A moment later, Sprinkles’s eyes flew open, her face mirroring her partner’s sugary smile. “Sprinkles is on-line!”

Hoping to carry the momentum, Max said, “OK, now activate Mrs. Claus!”

“You got it!” “Right away!” The two elves skipped over to the busty and broken Mrs. Claus, each taking one of her hands. Jingles looked at the other elf and frowned. “Uh-oh! It looks like Mrs. Claus might need some T.L.C!”

“But don’t worry!” Sprinkles continued. “We can take care of the return process and have her back her, lickity-split!”

“No, no!” Max exclaimed, running up to them. “I need her tonight!”

“Thanks to our fast and easy return process, we can have a replacement shipped within hours, with a guaranteed arrival time of two business days!” Jingle and Sprinkles were already maneuvering Mrs. Claus back into her box, although her youthful and curvaceous transformation was making the fit into the granny-mold packaging difficult. “And if you’ve been watching the calendar as closely as we have, you’ll know that still leaves plenty of time for holiday fun!” Sprinkles gave him a wink that he could only interpret as deliberately antagonizing.

“Before we order the replacement, can you just… let me try to fix her first?”

“I’m sorry, but that would violate her warranty!” Sprinkles said with effusive holiday cheer.

As he considered how kissing might be used to alter their directives once more, Max decided to take a slightly more practical route. “Um… hey, can the two of you do a quick patrol of the mall? Before we handle her return?”

“Of course we can!” Jingle said without hesitation, taking Sprinkles’s hand. “C’mon, Sprinkles!”

Max watched the two elves go skipping off, having his doubts about their off-season utility as guards. “That’s Evangeline’s problem…” Turning back to the awkwardly sprawled Mrs. Claus, half-stuffed into her packaging, Max walked over and tried powering her on with a prolonged press on the back of her neck. He heard a troubling buzzing sound emanating from inside her, culminating in a sharp electric pop! Immediately regretting his decision, Max was about to power her off again when her eyes fluttered open. She stared outward vacantly for several seconds before Max asked, “Mrs. Claus? Are you online?”

Her eyes narrowed, fixing him with a contemptuous glare. “Someone has been a very naughty boy!”

Max chuckled. “You don’t know the half of <urk!>” Mrs. Claus’s hand shot out, gripping his throat as she extracted herself from her packaging.

“And someone needs to be taught some respect!” she continued, drawing herself up on her feet. Max immediately regretted letting Anne have the tablet at all, certain that this combination of a haughty and imposing Mrs. Claus was entirely her doing.

“Power off!” Max wheezed, clutching at her grip. Dozens of protocols and safety features have intervened before her hand exerted even the slightest pressure on his neck, but clearly there were a number of things not quite right with this bot.

“Every year, children around the world conduct themselves with d-dig-dignity and obedience,” she continued, ignoring his command as a slight electric stutter marred her speech.

“S-stop choking me!”

She dropped him to the ground, planting a black leather boot upon his chest and forcing him on his back when he tried to sit up. “And here you are, flaunting their example by reveling in wickedness and perversity!”

“Mrs. Claus, help!” Max tried, hoping to trigger the aid protocol that was present in almost every ‘bot.

“I intend to!” she said in a discomforting whisper, leaning forward with her golden ringlets spilling over her shoulders, her large bust gently shifting beneath a blouse whose straining buttons were poised to be sent flying at any moment. “And that begins with the fun-fun-fundamentallllsszzz-“ her blue eyes crossed, a whisp of smoke drifting from her scowling lips, and Mrs. Claus froze. Max quickly tried to push her boot off his chest, but this only succeeded in destabilizing the bot. With a squeal from her protesting servos, Mrs. Claus collapsed on top of him, her chest smothering his face.

Under most other circumstances, Max would be delighted to be buried in such an ample bosom, silicon or no – but even ignoring the job he needed to do, this bot was proving to be far too unstable for comfort. Pushing her juddering form to one side, he scrambled on all fours for her packaging to find her administrator pass-phrase, only to feel a hand grab him by the ankle.

“Wheerrrrrre d-do you think you’re g-g-going?” she asked, pulling him effortlessly across the polished mall flooring before sitting heavily upon his back.

“Oof! Mrs. Claus, you need to power down, you’re dangerously malfunctioning and-“ Max’s cut his desperate plea short when he heard another voice sounding even more frustrated than his own.

“You’re not listening, I work here!”

Glancing behind him past the blonde bot perched upon his back, he saw Anne being dragged toward the display by Jingle and Sprinkles, the elf ‘sisters’ smiling pleasantly despite Anne’s protests.

“What are you two doing?!” Max exclaimed. “Let her go!”

The two bots immediately complied, though Sprinkles began, “This unit is running compromised software and presents a severity one threat to-“

“Yes, I’ll update you as soon as I can!” Max interrupted, watching as Anne’s own panic-stricken face gave way to wide-eyed amazement at his current predicament.

“So, uh, Max. How’s the setup going?”

Delivering a quick swat to Max’s backside, Mrs. Claus responded, “Max has been a very naughty b-boy!”

“He has, hasn’t he?” Anne said with a smirk. “If only someone could teach him some discipline.”

Mrs. Claus gave an arch laugh that quickly became corrupted with static.

“What the fuck, Anne!?” Max gasped. “This is… she’s…here, there’s an admin passphrase in her box, just read it to her and get her the fuck off of me.”

“Now, when you say, ‘in her box’,” Anne recoiled at the look Max gave her and stepped over to Mrs. Claus’s packaging, rummaging through it while the buxom blonde produced another series of sparks from her absently staring head. “OK!” Anne announced, pulling out a stiff piece of card stock. “Listen up Mrs. Claus X twenty-three… `Candy-Cane, Tinsel, Donner, Dew-Drop.’”

Mrs. Claus shuddered, giving off more sparks. “W-would you like to begin the setup process?” she asked calmly.

Anne chewed her lip for a moment, ignoring the initially incredulous and then desperate shakes of Max’s head. “Mmm… how about first you punish that very naughty boy you’re sitting on.”

“Oh my god, Anne!” Max gasped, trying to wriggle out beneath the Mrs. Claus-bot while she quickly pinned him to the floor.

Anne smirked. “Hey, you started this when you sent the elves after me…”

“That wasn’t on purpose!”

She shrugged. “It also wasn’t as funny.”

Mrs. Claus leaned in close, whispering, “This will go much better for you if you j-just accept your punishment…”

“Alright, Anne,” Max muttered, craning his neck to see the two stock-still elf-bots. “Jingle! Sprinkles! Whatever Mrs. Claus does to me, I want you to do to Anne!”

Anne looked confused for a moment right before the elves pounced on her, knocking her to the mall floor and then sitting across her back in tandem.

“Touché,” muttered Anne, looking across the vinyl floor at her similarly compromised co-worker.

“Balls in your court,” Max remarked, patiently waiting for her to end this. But when she only grinned at him, Max was forced to admit he had grossly underestimated what she was willing to tolerate.

==Part 3==
“What are you waiting for?!” Anne asked the shuddering Mrs. Claus. In response, the buxom bot sat upright with a whir, raised a hand, and brought it swiftly down upon Max’s backside in a sharp swat across his trousers. While Max recoiled from the strike, the elf-bots did as he had instructed and mirrored the motion, a pair of slaps across Anne’s larger posterior. Anne only grinned and said, “Mrs. Claus, I think Max’s pants are getting in the way of proper punishment.”

“Anne, what the fuck!? This looks bad enough as it is – but if Evangeline finds us with… stop that!” Mrs. Claus dutifully began to work at his button and zipper, her stiff mechanical fingers overpowering his own attempts to remain fully clothed until she tore his khakis free with a sharp tug. Across from him, it seemed Anne was actually helping the elves, wriggling her hips as they both drew her own khakis across her wide curves – and he couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of her black panties, their elastic biting into the plush expanse of an ass that fully lived up to his embarrassingly frequent imaginings.

A sudden slap across his boxers stunned him from his reverie, and the two elves spanking Anne stunned him back into it. He felt confused, aroused, and incredibly frustrated at this predicament, calling out, “Anne! What is it you’re trying to do here?!”

She flashed a knowing grin, biting her lip when the elves swatted her rump once more in response to Mrs. Claus’s continued punishment. “Can’t you just enjoy the moment?” Seeing his forlorn expression, she sighed, and said, “You know, all you’d have to do is spank her right back.”

“Wha? How?!” In what was meant to be a demonstration of futility, he attempted moving his arms to reach Mrs. Claus’s butt where it sat upon his waist, only to discover he actually could. Abandoning his complaint of the impossibility of it, he instead argued the practicality: “And what exactly is that supposed to accomplish!?”

“Just give it a go!”

Not expecting much, Max contorted his arm and blindly delivered as solid a swat on Mrs. Claus’s curvaceous rump as he could. Beneath her woolen coat, he felt the give of her plastic backside, followed by the bot sitting bolt upright. There was a looping buzzing sound, every time ending in a sharp electric snap. “What’s happening?” Max asked.

“In simple terms,” Anne explained, “you attempted to reverse her role from dom to sub, but it looks like she’s having some trouble switching gears. In fact, she seems to be locked in a feedback loop that’s only going to end when her CPU overheats to the point of igniting her inadequately shielded cranial battery pack.”

“She’s going to explode because I touched her butt!?”

“To be fair, you spanked that ass! And to even fair-er, she was not in a good state when this whole thing kicked off.”

“When you made her tackle me!” Max said, writhing out from beneath the bot as she sank on her haunches, her head twitching, smoke beginning to leak from her mouth and ears. “Mrs. Claus, shut down! Power off! Emergency shut down!” he tried, almost tripping over his pants as he scrambled to her packaging and frantically flipped through the minimal ‘quick-start’ guide for some clue on how to power her off.

“Just sit back and watch the show!” Anne suggested, still pinned by the two elves with her own khakis around her thighs.

“If Mrs. Claus literally explodes, I’m fucking done here!” Max ran over to the smoldering bot, putting his fingers beneath her chin and at her temples, pressing firmly for several seconds. He only felt her becoming warmer to the touch as one of her eyes squinted at him. “N-naught-t-tyyyy b-b-boyyyy!”

Anne rolled her eyes. “So you lose your job at a place that has fired ninety percent of its human staff only a few months before they figure out how to shitcan the remaining ten?”

“IF that happens, that’s two months where I can still make rent!” Max leaped back from Mrs. Claus at the sudden eruption of sparks. There was a fizzling sound, and Mrs. Claus’s head shot from side to side, strands of her synthetic her blonde hair wilting from the heat. “Naught-t-t-tyyy not-not-not niiiiice not naughty not naught nice not-“ she squealed in an increasingly high-pitched tone. With a final chastising look at Max and a clear pronouncement of “Naughty!”, her head went up in an almost festive explosion of tinsel and flame.

Max uncoiled from his defensive crouch, staring at the smoke and sparks still pouring from the jagged remnants of the robotic Mrs. Claus’s neck, when he heard a voice shriek, “What in the name of God is happening here?!” The rapid clacking of Evangeline’s approach sent Max’s already frazzled nerves into a state of sheer panic. Even Anne appeared flustered, hastily working at her phone.

Knowing this was an entirely lost cause, that there was nothing he could say or do that would change the outcome, Max sheepishly pulled up his ripped pants and said, “Ms. Eastbrook, there is an explanation...”

“For why Mrs. Claus’s head just exploded? For why those two elves are straddling Miss Keyes’s pelvis? Perhaps there is even a very good reason why her trousers are currently around her knees?”

“Elves on a pelvis,” Anne muttered to herself, still working at her phone.

“Is there something you wish to to add, Miss Keyes?” Evangeline snapped.

Something seemed to have changed in Anne, her attention entirely focused on her phone as her thumbs worked furiously at the screen. “Actually, yeah,” she said, working up the courage. “Max, I wanted to give this to you as a Christmas present, and I know it’s only November, but…”

“Enough!” Evangeline shouted. “I want both of you t-to.” She had a sudden nervous tick, cleared her throat, and began again. “I want b-b-both of of yooouuuu-“ Her words came at a slow drawl, her face locking into a sneer. Max didn’t know what to think - Was she having an aneurysm?!

“Unit compromised!” Jingles and Sprinkles both exclaimed, leaping up from Anne to rush toward Evangeline.

“What are you – get off of me!” Evangeline suddenly came to, trying to push the elf-bots away as they took her by either arm. “Max! Get control of these things!”

“Stop! Jingle, Sprinkles, let her go!” Max shouted, darkly amazed that the situation was still somehow getting worse for him and Anne. “Anne, are you controlling them?!”

“Not even a little!” Anne said, making no attempt to hide the delight in her voice.

“Sorry, but this unit must be powered down,” Jingle said, struggling to maintain her hold on Evangeline.

“And quarantined from the network!” Sprinkles added.

“Then power down!” Max commanded, rushing to aid his very-soon-to-be-ex boss.

“Unable to comply!” they both squealed in unison. “I am engaged in an active severity one security incident!”

“Max!” Evangeline hissed, her face contorted into a level of fury he had never before witnessed. “Get these two bots under control NOW!“

“Right! Uh…” resorting to the only thing that had worked before, Max swallowed and grabbed each of the elves by their surprisingly soft backsides, delivering a firm squeeze with both hands. Jingle and Sprinkles abruptly stopped grappling with Evangeline, jolting upright with an expression somewhere between, “Holiday Cheer” and “Unexpected Groping Exception.”

“Jingle? Sprinkles?” Max said, giving the springy material in each hand a vigorous massage, feeling their skin-tight leggings slipping across their smooth artificial skin. “Prepare to transfer administrative rights to Evangeline Eastbrook. Ms. Eastbrook, could you identify?”

“Yes, I’m Evangeline Eastbrook!” she barked, finally able to pull her arms free, beads of sweat forming on her formerly implacable brow.

“Initiate rights transfer now,” Max said, hoping this would work and that whatever madness was infecting them, they wouldn’t be able to take direct action against their admin. He drew back his hands and gave them each a spank for good measure.

“Transferred!” chirped Jingle, beaming like a maniac.

“T-transferrred!” Sprinkles voiced a half-second later. She suddenly turned to her partner and said, “Error – unit is under the control of a compromised A.I”

“Error!” Jingle responded, reminding Max of a petulant child as she repeated her companion’s line verbatim. “Unit is under the control of a-ack!” Her voice was cut short when Sprinkles lunged at her, and the two Elf robots immediately became locked in a wrestling match amid the high-pitched squeals of their vocalizations and their servos.

“I am fucking done with this shit!” Evangeline said, stepping around the two grappling bots to confront Max.

Shrinking from her approach, he pointed behind her and said, “If you don’t do something, they’re gonna tear each other to bits!” At that very moment, he saw Jingle rip open Sprinkle’s blouse, presumably trying to gain access to her core access panel.

“GOOD!” Evangeline roared. “Because THAT would be an easy warranty case to make! Whereas I don’t know HOW I’m going to explain what the two of you have done to Mrs. Claus.”

“Max introduced a conflict in her directive-“

“Anne, SHUT UP!”

“jus sayin’…”

Behind Evangeline, Jingle tossed aside the shredded remnants of Sprinkles’s top, exposing her candy-cane striped bra, while Sprinkles has managed to remove the same undergarment from her partner, Jingle’s pert plastic breasts bouncing wildly in the melee.

“Can we just get this over with,” Max asked, tearing his attention away from the robotic-Christmas-elf fight to the death. “I’m fired, right?”

“Obviously!” Evangeline paused, brushing the sweat from her forehead. “What’s more, you’ll be facing felony charges for what you’ve done here!”

Max flinched. “Wh-what felonies?!”

“Mmmmm,” Anne piped up, still lying on the ground, focused on her phone. “I’ll show you the list.”

“Anne, would you please start taking this seriously?” Max hissed.

“Neutra-tralize-lized!” Jingle announced, her fist now embedded in the chest of her counterpart, Sprinkles staring at the opening into her electronic inner workings with the same enthusiasm that she had exhibited since being powered on. Her bright eyes became crossed, smoke wafting from her smiling pink lips, as she squeaked, “Ha-happy me-merry en-en-enjoy hol-hol-holidayyyyy sea-sea-seasonnnnnn-!” Jingle tore her arm free, wrenching the core and most of its housing from the bot’s cavity. Sprinkles wavered for a few seconds before tipping forward, hitting the flooring hard with a plastic crunch. Jingle stood, twitching and topless, her tattered green dress falling away to leave her in nothing but her torn candy-stripe leggings and her jingling elf-shoes.

Evangeline seemed annoyed that she was still operational, but also seemed incredibly fatigued by the entire ordeal. “Elf-bot!” she demanded, loosening a button on her blouse while fanning herself with her free hand. “Take these two idiots to loss prevention.” She faced Max while the topless robotic elf took his arm, and said, “You both can wait there until the police arrive.”

“Mmmm,” Anne piped up again, still on her phone. “Not happening.”

“And why is th-that?” Evangeline stammered, hardly able to contain her fury, and frustrated even further when Jingle seemed to grind to a halt.

“Merry Christmas, Max!” Anne announced, tapping her phone. Max heard the mall powering up as shutters opened, store lights flicked on, and a banal holiday instrumental filled the air.

“What are you doing?” Max asked.

“Activating a virus in every bot – well, almost every bot – in the mall.”

Max glanced around nervously as various sales droids emerged from supply closets and storage rooms in a strange processional – dozens of beautiful sales droids vacantly opening up their respective shops. “What virus?” he asked.

“For that, I’ll turn to Miss Eastbrook’s to help explain. Or rather, demonstrate.” Max slowly turned from Anne to Evangeline, the ever-impeccably-dressed administrator undoing a second button on her blouse, frantically fanning herself, no longer following their conversation.

“Miss Eastbrook is… she’s a…?”

Above Evangeline’s tanned cleavage, a vent suddenly sprang open, and Max heard a number of fans wining in desperation.

==Part 4==
“You’ve d-done something to the climate control system!” Evangeline growled, the sudden vent on her chest going without notice or comment.

“I guess you could say that?” Anne said, finally putting her phone down and resting her chin on her arms, watching her manager with a look amusement. “Like in a very, very localized sense…”

Evangeline removed her jacket, her white blouse becoming translucent from the profusion of sweat – or coolant – beading across her body. “Whatever you’ve d-d-done,” she snarled at Anne. “t-turn it back down!”

“Is she – is she going to end up like Mrs. Claus?” Max could not stand Miss Eastbrook, but even if she was a robot, she was something more complex than the one that now sat headless only a few feet from her. It didn’t feel right just to watch her get destroyed.

Anne cocked her head. “Are you, like, actually worried about the fate of our tyrannical robot oppressor?”

“Yes?” Max said. “Like, she seems… she’s… she managed to fool both of us!”

“Let’s be real, every bot in this mall had you fooled. And not a single one of them has an ounce more computational power than that topless elf.” Jingle glanced down at Anne at the mention of ‘elf’, but displayed no further sign of comprehension.

Evangeline also didn’t seem to be following the conversation at this point, breathing heavily and fanning herself at a near impossible speed with both hands over the shrill scream of her internal cooling system.

“But she’s a lot more advanced than any of them, right?”

Anne’s incredulous expression faded, replaced by a look so sweet that he was certain she was about to eviscerate him with a sarcastic quip – but instead, she picked up her phone and quietly said, “Oh Max, you big softy…”

Suddenly, Evangeline froze, her head shivering into a confused stare while her fans seemed to be spinning down.

“What happened?”

“I got her out of there,” Anne said. “So whenever you feel like restoring the AI who is threatening you with jailtime, you now have that option! Oh, but that bot is still turbo-fucked.”

“Hi!” the bot that had been Evangeline exclaimed, putting on a smile he had only seen Evangeline wear when touring the mall with prospective investors. “I’m a-a-a busineswomannnn, and I’d love to show you the exciting opportunities we have for you at the missing retail con-configuration!” She beckoned him with a jerk of her head and a short, artificial laugh, saying, “Let me give you the guided tour!”

“So, she’s like…” Max looked at Anne searchingly.

“Pre-upgrade stock personality and missing a ton of her software configuration and customization,” Anne responded. “And, as I mentioned, turbo-fucked.”

“C’mon, let me g-give you the guided t-tour! The guided tour!” the sales-bot announced, wheeling about to almost trip over the slumped Mrs. Claus. She barely recovered, teetering on her heels as she gestured to the busty bot, smoke and sparks still drifting from her neck. “Holidays are always an exciting opportunity here at MALL, and we spare no expense in creating an exciting atmosphere to delight shoppers and their families!”

When Max only looked between this grinning sales-bot and Anne, Anne could barely contain herself. “Ohmygod Max, don’t just stand there, play with her!”

“Oh, uh…” Max looked back at her. “So… you know that, like… umm… like, you can see that this Mrs. Claus doesn’t have a head, right?”

The sales bot twitched, her smile growing even wider as her eyelids began to flutter. “Under c-construction, p-please pardon our mess!” she stammered, quickly pivoting toward the topless Jingle. “And if you look over here, you can see that our delightful and exciting Holiday Elf has a head, a feature a lot of our shoppers notice a-and appreciate here at MALL!”

“Dooooo your shoppers…” Max began slowly, “…also notice and appreciate bare breasts?” He glanced back at Anne, who gave him an encouraging thumbs-up.

It was clear from her shuddering movements and the acceleration of fans that the sales-droid was struggling to come up with a remotely appropriate response. Amid the whining buzz of her machinery, she finally blurted, “Yes! They are in-in-indistinguishable from the r-real th-thing! In fact, some shoppers say they even p-prefer them!”

Max blinked. “But… if they’re indistinguishable, then how could anyone have a preference?”

“Oh! Well! You s-s-s-seeeeeeee-“ the sales droid stammered, smoke once again rising from her. “You have to f-f-feel them to un-un-understand!” Her arm shot out, giving the elf-bot’s breasts a demonstrative squeeze.

Jingle directed her attention straight at the sales droid, cheerfully announcing, “Unit compromised!” She pawed ineffectually at the sales-droid’s body who in turn continued to work the elf-bot’s breasts in firm but halting motions, the elf-bot’s head ticking back and forth.

“F-feel th-them!” the sales-droid barked, grabbing Max’s wrist and stuffing his hand into Jingle’s pert chest. “Com-compare!” Grabbing his other hand, she plunged it into her own more bountiful cleavage where he could feel the heat blasting from her open vents.

“So, Max – can you feel the difference?” Anne teased.

He certainly could – the heat radiating from the sales-droid left her breasts with a tacky texture to them. The elf-bot felt far more natural, though his fingers tingled from an electric charge buzzing through her. But when he tried to make a witty observation for Anne’s benefit, he found himself tongue tied, still rather self-conscious. “Umm… they’re both… nice?” he offered.

Anne sighed, then shouted, “What about her ass?!”

The sales droid blinked for a long while, Max’s tentative fondling destabilizing her even further. “N-no detail-tail-tail is overlooked when pre-preparing for the holiday seaassszzzzzonnnnnn!” She roughly pulled his hands free, planting one on the elf-bot’s round rump, and shoving the other up the back of her own skirt. “What d-d-do you th-thinnnnk?” She asked, accompanied by a sudden flourish of sparks from her open panel.

One of Max’s hands cupped the absurdly bubbly backside of Jingle, the other half-tangled in sales-droid’s panties. He gave each a squeeze, the sales-droid delivered a sudden gasp and more sparks, while Jingle’s own hands suddenly seized upon the sales droid’s jawline. “U-u-uuuuunit compromised!” she chirped again. With the straining of servos, the elf-bot began to pull on the sales-droid’s head, the sales-droid still awaiting Max’s answer.

“Is the elf _supposed_ to do that?” Max asked just as he heard a metallic snap from inside the sales-droid’s neck.

“Of c-c-courszzzze!” she responded, taking no action while Jingle strained harder, a few lights flaring from within her throat. “Here at MALL, we maintain an on-site staff of t-t-top tierrrrr I-T-T-T workers to ensurrrre all our ro-robotic-ic-ic assistants neverrrrr mal-mal-mal-mallll-“ Max felt the sales-droid’s ass clench suddenly as Jingle tore her head from her shoulders, sparks and coolant spraying down the sales droid’s open blouse. The fluid seeping through the vent triggered another wave of sparks, the headless body quivering with splayed fingers while smoke poured insider her. With a final tug, Jingle snapped the head free from the few lingering wires. The sales-droid never lost her smile, and even managed to finish her sentence with a tinny, “-malfunctionnnnnnn!”

Jingle unceremoniously dropped the platinum-blonde head to the floor, turning to face Max with an impish grin. “D-do you want t-t-to unnnnnnwrap your p-present early?” He could sense the heat coursing from her, through the shimmer in the air around her and from her rapidly warming ass.

“Should I be worried here?” Max asked.

Anne finally bothered to pull up her khakis, still grinning at the smoldering body that had formerly been Evangeline’s. Engaging with her phone again, she asked, “So… what happens if you smack that booty?”

After a moment’s hesitation, Max followed through on Anne’s idle speculation. Drawing back his hand, he brought it firmly against the elf’s bubbly backside, which suddenly began to shiver and hum. The elf stiffened as a ‘beeping’ emanated from inside her.

“Hmmm… might want to give her some room,” Anne cautioned, and he quickly moved beside her while the beeping sound continued from inside Jingle at a slow but accelerating tempo. “Earrrlyyyyy? P-p-presennnts?” The elf stumbled toward them, but seemed unable to make progress for after every few steps, she’d go stumbling back. “Wwweee b-build t-toys f-f-orrr g-g-girls and b-b-boyssss!” she sang, breasts bouncing amid her stiff movements. Steam drifted from her pointed ears, patches of her skin glowing an unsettling red.

“Anne, are you sure we shouldn’t-“

“Shut up and watch!”

Now frozen in place, the elf-bot quivered with an intense, manic grin, smoke pouring from every orifice and several unseen seams while the beeping accelerated into a steady tone, her backside still vibrating wildly. “M-mm-merrryyyyy-!” A moment later, the sizzling elf-bot erupted in a percussive explosion, plastic and silicon and fragments of candy-cane striped legs sailing overhead as Max and Anne reflexively ducked away.

“Ho-ly shit!” Anne exclaimed, overjoyed at the outcome while Max could only stare at the mess. What was meant to be a festive diorama of Santa’s workshop was a tawdry mess of broken robots and smoldering electronics.

Max felt more of a sinking feeling as he surveyed the scene. “I, uh… think we should probably… leave?”

“Max!” Anne said, grabbing him by the shoulders, then spinning him around. “Look! At! All! These! Bots!” Max saw the cheery pink-haired girl in her bows and apron behind the counter at the brightly lit candy-shop. At the mattress store, he saw that tightly-wound, dark-haired girl who was always hard-selling, now diligently prepping the show room, her stiff posture seemingly heightened by whatever Anne had done. Down the way were the discordant sounds of the arcade. Max noticed the casual goth girl he assumed just haunted the place was putting out a sign displaying an upcoming tournament schedule. “Every one of them is dialed up to a hundred and ten and ready to serve! So before we fuck off from this mall forever, I say we make this a night to remember.”

“Anne-“

“Listen to me! The security system is taken care of, we have this entire place to ourselves, and you owe Eastbrook Holdings LL fucking C absolutely nothing. What they’re gonna get when they come in tomorrow is a complete catastro-fuck of bots in pieces, and a lesson of what can happen when you spend inordinate amounts of money just to ensure you don’t have to share any of it with actual human fucking beings!”

“But-“

“No ‘buts’, Max!” Anne was practically trembling. “I wasn’t progra-“ She froze, a look of absolute shock on her face. Taking a moment to calm herself, she started again. “I didn’t have to do it this way, you know! I could’ve just blown these bots to bits while slow-walking out the main entrance, but I wanted us to have some fun on our last night together!”

“Wait, what was that… what do you mean, ‘our last night together’?”

“I… I mean at this mall! C’mon, Max!”

Max still wasn’t convinced she had done all of this for him, but he could not shake the appeal of what was she was offering, nor the understanding that he’d never have a chance at something like this again. Part of him just wanted to take Anne and go, sort out the mess with the disembodied AI that was Evangeline, maybe even find a way to keep their jobs. Then again… “We’re already on the naughty list,” Max said, looking at the bot in the candy shop. “Fine, let’s have some fun.”

Anne beamed at him, turning up the twee rendition of Sleigh Ride pumping through the mall speakers. “That’s the spirit! Merry fucking Christmas, Max!”

Max took a deep breath and marched toward the candy store. his eyes fixed on the cheery bubble-gum-haired clerk. She wore a vibrant pink and white dress, matching the shop's searingly sweet pastel aesthetic, standing at vacant attention behind the counter. The moment he entered, she flashed a brilliant smile, clasping her hands in front of an apron drawn tight against her full bosom. "Welcome to the Sweet Shop!" she said in a treacly squeak. "Are you interested in t-t-trying any samples?"

There was a manic intensity to her that Max fully attributed to Anne's meddling, and he wondered how little it would take before she… ''broke? Malfunctioned? Exploded?'' He felt a jab in the back from Anne, and cleared his throat. "Yeah, uh… I'd like to… sample your sweets?"

She giggled, her hand toying with the buttons on her blouse. "Something sweet? Something s-sour? Wh-what's your f-favorite flavor of ice c-c-cream?" She had undone the buttons so casually that Max only noticed when her cleavage was fully visible behind the frill of her apron.

"V-vanilla?" Max responded, and he heard Anne snort. Turning to her, he defensively asked, "What?"

"Help me out here, what's the flavor that's a metaphor for the most boring thing imaginable? Is it Pistachio? Rocky road? Neapolitan…?"

"Vanilla's a classic! Just because everyone likes a thing doesn't mean-"

Anne cut him off, directing his attention back toward the sweet shop girl. She was bent over the ice cream case, her ripe cleavage on full display, jiggling as she mined a heaping scoop.

"Stop arguing with me and go ''fuuuuck'' with her!" Anne insisted, pantomiming a suggestion by cupping her own breasts through her shirt and giving them a playful squeeze.

"But I ''like'' arguing with you," Max muttered, hoping his gaze wasn't beyond what Anne would consider polite when making a show of playing with her tits. He turned back to the ice cream case, uncertain if the sweet-shop girl's protracted efforts and the presentation of her cleavage were her way of flirting or whether it was just difficulty stemming from Anne's virus. After stacking a massive scoop on the cone, she went back for another, providing another eyeful of her breasts cupped by the lacy trim of her pink bra.

Despite Anne's prodding, Max just stood back and watched until the shop girl emerged from the case with two giant scoops of vanilla ice cream perched precariously on a cone held beside her ample chest. "H-here's your s-s-sample!" she chirped.

Max couldn't decide whether to reach for her or for the cone, and he heard Anne mutter, "Any day now…"

Max cleared his throat. "Oh, uh… my friend over there thinks vanilla is boring. Maybe you can add something more exciting to the mix?"

The sweet-shop-bot's head cocked to the side, blinking at Max in uncertainty. "More ex-exciting?"

"Yeah, like… what would you recommend to spice things up?"

A subtle shiver went through the shop-bot's body, as if asking her for anything more than a specific flavor was taxing the limits of her systems. "Ummm…" she said, and Max could hear fans beginning to whir in the bot's voluptuous frame as she stalled for more processing time. "Ummm…" A panel sprang open on her chest, just above her double-scoop of cleavage, a thin trail of smoke drifting from inside. "Ummmmmmmm…?" Max could feel the heat radiating from her even across the counter, her complexion warming to a bright peach color. Rivulets of vanilla ran down the teetering helping of ice cream, and one of the scoops sloughed to the side, spilling over the edge of the cone to plop directly into the bot's open chest panel.

Max recoiled from the sudden blast of sparks erupting from her, the generous scoop of ice cream melting quickly into her internal systems, streams of liquid vanilla running across her breasts. Her glassy eyes opened wider as an accelerating beeping blared from somewhere inside her.

"I-I-If you g-give me j-just a moment, I w-w-will be with yyyouuu-" she stammered in a digitized voice, seizing up entirely, smoke gushing from her smiling lips, her eyes staring forward blankly. The beeping was now a shrill whine, electricity crackling across tits slathered in melted ice cream.

"V-vanilla is always a cu-cus-customer favorite!" the sweet shop girl announced with a large, plastic smile before exploding, plastic and circuitry pinging across glass jars of candy, the scent of charred electronics overpowering the shop's saccharine sweet aroma.

"Holy shit!" Max exclaimed, looking back at Anne. "Are you OK?!"

Anne gave Max a very serious look, tenting her fingers in front of her lips.

"It was a nice finish, but that was more luck than skill." Anne placed a hand on Max's shoulder, taking a moment to flick a clump of pink hair partially fused with the fragment of a circuitboard. "Max, I need you to do ''more'' with this."

"Anne, she ''exploded''!"

"Oh, for sure - Miss Two-Scoops did great. My notes are all for ''you''! Where was the passion!? The ''get-back''!? Max, where was the ''horny''!?"

Max flushed, hyper-focused on her hand now squeezing his shoulder. "Er… Anne, what exactly are you suggesting I-"

Anne scrunched her nose, shaking her head. "No, I see it now - It's ''me''!" Before Max could vocalize a word of the fervent rebuke bubbling up inside him, Anne continued, pulling her hand back to smash a fist into her palm. "How can I expect you to be uninhibited when I'm looking over your shoulder, being all ''judgy''! I should be supportive, on the other side of the mall!" She bit her lip, "Maybe in the food court, with Mr. Sticky Buns…"

Max gestured to the largest remaining piece of the sweet-shop-bot, saying, "It's not that I don't appreciate this… this, uh…"

"Turbo fuck virus," Anne helped.

"Sure, but I'd rather we do this together!"

"And we ''will''! However, right now you need to get in the right headspace, and you're not gonna do that with me here. Go! Have fun! Lose those inhibitions!" Anne patted his cheek, then turned on her heel. "Then come find me by the cinnamon roll place when you've gotten a few more busted bots under your belt, and you can show me what you learned." Max watched the departing sway of a plump backside that was giving far more to her drab khakis than they deserved.

"S-sure!" Max called, trying to figure out her motivations. She seemed to have a very specific idea in mind of what he ''should'' be doing - but why not just tell him? What was he supposed to do with directions of 'more get-back' and 'more horny'?

Anne's well-framed rump brought to mind another shop girl with an ass so perfect, she had to be a bot. Ideas swirled around his head as he made his way to the mattress store, thinking he just might know the sort of thing Anne had in mind.

Naughty or Nice

2023-07-17T17:58:31Z

LongTimeLurker: /* Part 5 */

=Naughty or Nice=
==Part 1==
“Would you look at the ass on this elf!?”

Max glanced over from his work to see Anne lifting the skirt of the “Christmas Elf” he had just unboxed. Beneath her frilled green hem, jingling with tiny brass bells, he saw the elf’s shapely contours in stark detail. He was almost mesmerized by the way the red and white of her candy-striped tights stretched across the smooth, round surfaces of her cheeks.

“Uh… yep!” Max agreed, hastily forcing his attention back to prying open the next crate.

“’Yep?’ You see the plum pudding they gave Jingle here, and all you can say is, ‘Yep?!’”

“What am I supposed to say?” he grunted, prying open another corner of the human-sized wooden crate. That ass is not half as nice as yours? Even in her uniform’s drab khakis, Anne’s generous hips and bountiful backside could not be suppressed, its tantalizing swells and the precise curvature of her panty line seared into his mind’s eye.

“I dunno, maybe show some enthusiasm for just how horny this setup is going to be? Oh shit,” she gasped. “These elves are kinda stacked… and I think they even gave them nipples! C’mon Max, check this out - I know you’re a breast man!”

He felt his face flush as he glanced up again, his eyes inadvertently but inevitably finding Anne’s full, round, and perfect breasts, an enticing glimpse of pale cleavage peeking through the unbuttoned grey of her work polo. She beamed as she tested the blankly-staring elf’s chest, her apple-cheeks glowing from a wide grin. “I’m kinda busy here,” Max muttered, starting on the last corner of the crate.

“Jeez, what’s with you tonight?” she asked, moving on to explore the robotic elf’s nearly identical ‘sister’, Sprinkles.

“This just wasn’t how I planned on spending my Friday night!” The crate’s lid groaned as it came loose with a final pry.

“Somewhere you’d rather be than an empty mall with the E-Cell assistant manager and salesperson of the month for November?” Anne asked, a faint pout not entirely sarcastic in her voice.

He dropped the crowbar, startling them both as it hit the floor with a metal clang. “Sorry,” he said, meeting her dark brown eyes. “It’s not you, I just had this sprung on me last minute. Why are you stuck here, anyway? Is Troy picking you up?”

“Maybe I just want to spend some quality time with my work-husband,” she said airily, going back to prodding the elf-bot. Max felt relief when a smile returned to her pink lips. She was right, he should be enjoying a late-night hang with her. Despite seeing her regularly throughout the day, it was nice to be around her after closing. She was so much more relaxed, none of that ‘sales-mode’ she seemed to be stuck in during mall hours. At night, she’d let her dark, auburn hair fall down over her shoulders, undo the top buttons on her shirt... he shook his head, refocusing on the task at hand.

“You know what I think it is?” Max asked aloud, pushing aside the wooden lid. “It’s that last year, we had a human Santa.”

“Buddy, if you’re lamenting the displacement of the human workforce by horny robots…“ she manipulated Sprinkles’ arms until the droid was grabbing its own breasts, “…then you’re a little late to the party.”

“Yeah, yeah, I saw the new girl at the sunglasses store.” A supermodel fitted with cheekbones that had to have been machine-milled.

“The sunglasses girl is when you noticed? Not the garden store? Not Teddy Bear Palace? That artisanal olive oil place? Every barista at every Star Roast? The inform-”

“Wait, olive-oil girl is a robot?!” Max exclaimed. “But she’s always eating those sticky buns!” A second later. “Wait, is the sticky buns guy a robot?”

Anne snorted. “Of course he is. “ While adjusting the elf’s jaw into a rapturous grin, she muttered, “Still wouldn’t mind him stickying my buns, though…”

“But wait, you’re saying they built a robot that craves pastries?”

“And that sells overpriced olive oil! The latest bots do all sorts of ‘behavioral emulations’, ways to appear human so apathetic shoppers and particularly dense IT workers don’t kick up a fuss while all the flesh-and-blood staff are replaced by plastic-and-oil sales drones.”

Max sighed. “Man, I thought I had a real rapport with olive-oil girl.”

“That must be why you call her as ‘olive-oil girl’,” she muttered, carefully tilting the elf’s head back.

“We’re not on a first name basis or anything, but…”

Anne rolled her eyes. “Did you buy some artisanal olive oil from her?”

“Some citrus-infused vinegar, actually,” Max said, a little defensive.

“That is the entire basis of your ‘rapport’, an if-else statement that runs flirt dot E.X.E whenever you pay a five-hundred percent markup.” She finished posing the elf who now appeared to be having a religious experience while grabbing her breasts. “Whereas our relationship will always be strictly unprofessional, and I would never have it tainted by something as tawdry as commerce.”

“You made me fix your broken phone last week!”

“Yes, but I didn’t pay you for it!” she said with prim satisfaction, moving on to pose Jingle.

Max shook his head, glancing at the paper taped to the Styrofoam lid inside the crate, warnings in bold and italics stressing the importance of immediately updating Mrs. Claus after unpacking her. “Robots everywhere… I can’t believe I didn’t notice…”

Anne sidled up next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, cheer up! Is it the existential crisis that's got you down? Or is it olive-oil girl being less Olive, and more oil?”

“You are the literal worst,” Max groaned, trying not to give her the satisfaction of a smile. “Just help me get Mrs. Claus on her feet.”

“Ooh!” Anne exclaimed excitedly, stopping Max before he could remove the inner lid. “Do you think she’s, like, a super sexy dominatrix Mrs. Claus? Because after those two elves…”

“I’m guessing the Eastbrook Mall opted for the more traditional ‘milk-and-cookies granny’.” He pulled up the lid and was a little disappointed to see he was correct. Inside was a quintessential grandmother dressed in red velvet trimmed with white fur, a pair of gold-rimmed spectacles perched on her bulbous nose.

“OK,” Anne said, only slightly deterred, “but what kind of ass is she working with?”

“Probably more prune than plum,” Max replied, the two of them lifting the inert figure out of the crate. “Plug her in, would ya?” He picked up the control tablet, ‘Mrs. Claus’ appearing in the list of devices beneath Jingle and Sprinkles as soon as Anne attached the power cord. He was surprised at the myriad options available when he selected her – among them, a particular slider caught his eye.

“Hey, Anne,” he called, his finger poised.

“Hm?” she asked, pulling her head from beneath Mrs. Claus’s dress.

“Check this out.” Max ramped the slider all the way down – in response, the machinery within Mrs. Claus hummed to life. Her skin drew tight across her as she stood up straight from her stooped posture, her shawl parting slightly from the swell of a bosom filling the blouse beneath. Her gray curls loosened into golden ringlets beneath her lacey bonnet, framing the face of a beautiful woman at least fifty years younger than the one they had unpacked.

After a moment of stunned silence, Anne stalked toward him. “Give! Me! That!” she demanded, snatching the tablet out of his hands.

“Don’t fuck with her too much,” Max cautioned. “I haven’t updated her yet, and-“

“I can’t believe this!” Anne exclaimed, her fingers flitting across the settings screen. “Who knew Mrs. Claus was so into discipline!” She guffawed, then quickly pulled the tablet away when Max tried to see what she was doing. “When I’m done!” Max stepped back, watching with growing curiosity while Anne continued to adjust settings, muttering to herself, “Some of this… definitely this… why, Mrs. Claus, I had no idea!”

“We should probably update her, though…” Max tried again.

Anne ignored him, running her finger swiftly up and down the tablet's surface. The statuesque beauty suddenly withered back to the kind-faced septuagenarian, then immediately springing into her young, gorgeous incarnation. “Naughty! Nice!” Anne repeated as the droid shrank and grew between the two extremes, machinery inside her facilitating this repeated transformation starting to whine and hiss. “Wait, are her boobs getting bigger every time I do this?” Anne muttered, going faster still.

“Anne, I can see smoke!” Max cried, snatching the tablet from her.

“But I’m not done!” she exclaimed in manic glee, snatching it back. “Just let me-“ the tablet suddenly fell from their hands, cracking sharply against the concrete floor.

“Fuck,” Max summarized, looking between the shattered screen and a young, busty Mrs. Claus, smoke wisping from beneath her red bonnet.

“Max…” Anne started, but was cut off by the metronomic clacking of stiletto heels.

Both her and Max turned to the fast-approaching Evangeline Eastbrook, the mall’s heiress, proprietor, manager, spokeswoman, figurehead – her position wasn’t entirely clear, but what Max did know was that she was his superior many times over, and her sudden appearance never made things easier for him.

“What is this shit?!” she demanded, gesturing at the smoldering, voluptuous blond robot and the lewdly displayed elf.

“Ms. Eastbrook, you’re looking lovely this evening!” Anne attempted. It was true, but when wasn’t it? Evangeline was always immaculately put together, a mannequin perfectly proportioned for the sheer pencil skirt suits she wore. There was never a hair out of place in her severe platinum bob, her austere makeup applied with laser-precision across a face no wrinkle or laugh line would dare besmirch.

She turned to Anne. “E-Cell is starting its new holiday promotion tomorrow.”

“Right as ever, Ms-“

“Then why are you here?”

“Just… helping…” Anne finished meekly. With an apologetic look toward Max, she turned and left, managing her departure with some dignity for the first few steps before breaking into an all-out sprint back to her store.

“And I repeat,” Evangeline stated, the weight of her full attention shifting back to Max. “What. Is. This. Shit?”

“We… I fucked up. Completely! But I promise, this will all be fixed by the time we open!” Her perfect lashes closed slightly, focusing her gaze into a drill-press that Max could feel at the exact midpoint between his eyes. “er… fixed before we open! Hours before we open!”

Finally, Evangeline relented. “Let’s hope that you do,” she said, striding over to Sprinkles and restoring the elf to a more natural pose. “And I want these two ‘elves’ plugged into my security system ASAP.”

“...Security?”

“They’re supposedly Holdfast compatible. If so, I could use them in the off-season for patrol and incident response.” Max was having trouble imagining the spritely pair hauling off some rowdy drunk, even if they did lose the tights and bells. “And I want to know if they’re actually going to work, or if I need to send them back.”

“You can count on me,” Max said, trying not to stress over the myriad compatibility issues he was bound to face, given their security system was a few updates behind.

“I suppose we’ll see, won’t we?” Evangeline said coldly before turning away, the clack of her heels echoing in his mind long after her departure.

“Well,” Max sighed, retrieving the cracked and glitching tablet from the ground. “Time to get to work.”

==Part 2==
“Happy Holidays, Jingle is online!” Jingle the elf cheered to no one in particular, flinging her arms wide in untamed exuberance. She fixed Max with her twinkling hazel eyes and said, “To continue with the setup process, please accept the license agreement on your tablet, OK?”

Max glanced between the grinning bot’s radiant plastic smile and the cracked screen – of course the EULA was hidden behind streaks of broken diodes.

“Do you have a vocal setup process?” Max asked after a few blind taps on what might have been the EULA’s accept button yielded no results.

“Sure, do!” she said with a giggle. “I’ll just need the setup passphrase! You’ll find it, along with several other helpful resources, in the packet marked ‘Start Here.’”

Max sifted through the quick-start guides and colorful offers for upgrades and accessories to transform them into witches, pilgrims, ‘secret shoppers’... He eventually found the card he was looking for. “Um… Register Jingle four X seven… pumpernickel, gumdrop, Vixen.”

She gave a slight shiver, then dove into a somersault, springing up with her bells jingling inches away from him. “Now it’s time to get me hooked up to your network!” she announced, though Max wondered exactly how her programming was guiding her, and why it would have her standing at a distance that could only be described as ‘intimate’. He watched her smiling face, its faintly artificial sheen offset by a smattering of freckles, waiting for her to give some indication why she was this close. But she only stood there, eyes twinkling as they looked into his.

Telling himself he just wanted to ‘see what would happen’, he leaned down to kiss the fay-faced robot on her smiling lips. Immediately she stood on her toes to meet him with a chaste peck, but this was followed by a coy smile that seemed to promise more. “Perhaps you’d like to unwrap your present early…” she said demurely, a finger toying with the ends of her choppy pixie cut.

Max cleared his throat and took a step back, reminding himself that he still needed this job, and getting intimate with the Christmas Elf bot when he had a looming deadline was probably not the best use of his time. “Please connect to network E-M underscore-”

“Sorry?” she said, wearing a confused expression.

“Um… can we resume setup? Y’know, connecting you to our network?”

“Of c-course!” she stammered, her head ticking before her cheery smile returned. “Let’s c-continue with my s-setup!”

“It’s network E-M underscore H-F, and I’ve got the security image… here.” He thumbed through the authenticator on his work phone, showed her the swirling security image. She stared at it, her eyes flashing briefly.

“This is a Holdfast enabled security network. Would you like me to enable my integrated security functionality?”

Max dared to hope it might be just this easy. “Yes, please do.”

She shifted her weight slightly, her face taking on an alarmed expression. “Uh-oh! It looks like you’re not on the latest version! You’ll have to update your Holdfast Security Software before we can continue!”

“Uh… admin override?” he tried.

“Sorry, I don’t know what you mean!”

Max was certain he couldn’t get the network software upgraded in the hours remaining, given that he had been running into strange errors whenever had he attempted over the past week. A wild thought occurred to him, and he approached the elf again, putting his arms around her waist.

“But if you’d like to take a break from the setup process,” she whispered.

“Please try connecting again,” Max said, and she adopted a confused expression before responding with a hesitant, “O-OK!” Max immediately kissed her fully on the lips, feeling an electric shudder course through the bot. When he finally broke from her, she wore a distant, glazed expression.

“C-connectionnnn… up-updaaaate…re-re-re-re-re-re-”

“Try connecting again for me?”

After a long pause, she gave him a vacant smile. “Connection es-st-stablished!”

Max gave a fist pump, daring to hope he might actually sort this out. “Can you configure the other elf?”

“Of course!” Jingle pranced over to the other elf, taking hold of both of her hands. A moment later, Sprinkles’s eyes flew open, her face mirroring her partner’s sugary smile. “Sprinkles is on-line!”

Hoping to carry the momentum, Max said, “OK, now activate Mrs. Claus!”

“You got it!” “Right away!” The two elves skipped over to the busty and broken Mrs. Claus, each taking one of her hands. Jingles looked at the other elf and frowned. “Uh-oh! It looks like Mrs. Claus might need some T.L.C!”

“But don’t worry!” Sprinkles continued. “We can take care of the return process and have her back her, lickity-split!”

“No, no!” Max exclaimed, running up to them. “I need her tonight!”

“Thanks to our fast and easy return process, we can have a replacement shipped within hours, with a guaranteed arrival time of two business days!” Jingle and Sprinkles were already maneuvering Mrs. Claus back into her box, although her youthful and curvaceous transformation was making the fit into the granny-mold packaging difficult. “And if you’ve been watching the calendar as closely as we have, you’ll know that still leaves plenty of time for holiday fun!” Sprinkles gave him a wink that he could only interpret as deliberately antagonizing.

“Before we order the replacement, can you just… let me try to fix her first?”

“I’m sorry, but that would violate her warranty!” Sprinkles said with effusive holiday cheer.

As he considered how kissing might be used to alter their directives once more, Max decided to take a slightly more practical route. “Um… hey, can the two of you do a quick patrol of the mall? Before we handle her return?”

“Of course we can!” Jingle said without hesitation, taking Sprinkles’s hand. “C’mon, Sprinkles!”

Max watched the two elves go skipping off, having his doubts about their off-season utility as guards. “That’s Evangeline’s problem…” Turning back to the awkwardly sprawled Mrs. Claus, half-stuffed into her packaging, Max walked over and tried powering her on with a prolonged press on the back of her neck. He heard a troubling buzzing sound emanating from inside her, culminating in a sharp electric pop! Immediately regretting his decision, Max was about to power her off again when her eyes fluttered open. She stared outward vacantly for several seconds before Max asked, “Mrs. Claus? Are you online?”

Her eyes narrowed, fixing him with a contemptuous glare. “Someone has been a very naughty boy!”

Max chuckled. “You don’t know the half of <urk!>” Mrs. Claus’s hand shot out, gripping his throat as she extracted herself from her packaging.

“And someone needs to be taught some respect!” she continued, drawing herself up on her feet. Max immediately regretted letting Anne have the tablet at all, certain that this combination of a haughty and imposing Mrs. Claus was entirely her doing.

“Power off!” Max wheezed, clutching at her grip. Dozens of protocols and safety features have intervened before her hand exerted even the slightest pressure on his neck, but clearly there were a number of things not quite right with this bot.

“Every year, children around the world conduct themselves with d-dig-dignity and obedience,” she continued, ignoring his command as a slight electric stutter marred her speech.

“S-stop choking me!”

She dropped him to the ground, planting a black leather boot upon his chest and forcing him on his back when he tried to sit up. “And here you are, flaunting their example by reveling in wickedness and perversity!”

“Mrs. Claus, help!” Max tried, hoping to trigger the aid protocol that was present in almost every ‘bot.

“I intend to!” she said in a discomforting whisper, leaning forward with her golden ringlets spilling over her shoulders, her large bust gently shifting beneath a blouse whose straining buttons were poised to be sent flying at any moment. “And that begins with the fun-fun-fundamentallllsszzz-“ her blue eyes crossed, a whisp of smoke drifting from her scowling lips, and Mrs. Claus froze. Max quickly tried to push her boot off his chest, but this only succeeded in destabilizing the bot. With a squeal from her protesting servos, Mrs. Claus collapsed on top of him, her chest smothering his face.

Under most other circumstances, Max would be delighted to be buried in such an ample bosom, silicon or no – but even ignoring the job he needed to do, this bot was proving to be far too unstable for comfort. Pushing her juddering form to one side, he scrambled on all fours for her packaging to find her administrator pass-phrase, only to feel a hand grab him by the ankle.

“Wheerrrrrre d-do you think you’re g-g-going?” she asked, pulling him effortlessly across the polished mall flooring before sitting heavily upon his back.

“Oof! Mrs. Claus, you need to power down, you’re dangerously malfunctioning and-“ Max’s cut his desperate plea short when he heard another voice sounding even more frustrated than his own.

“You’re not listening, I work here!”

Glancing behind him past the blonde bot perched upon his back, he saw Anne being dragged toward the display by Jingle and Sprinkles, the elf ‘sisters’ smiling pleasantly despite Anne’s protests.

“What are you two doing?!” Max exclaimed. “Let her go!”

The two bots immediately complied, though Sprinkles began, “This unit is running compromised software and presents a severity one threat to-“

“Yes, I’ll update you as soon as I can!” Max interrupted, watching as Anne’s own panic-stricken face gave way to wide-eyed amazement at his current predicament.

“So, uh, Max. How’s the setup going?”

Delivering a quick swat to Max’s backside, Mrs. Claus responded, “Max has been a very naughty b-boy!”

“He has, hasn’t he?” Anne said with a smirk. “If only someone could teach him some discipline.”

Mrs. Claus gave an arch laugh that quickly became corrupted with static.

“What the fuck, Anne!?” Max gasped. “This is… she’s…here, there’s an admin passphrase in her box, just read it to her and get her the fuck off of me.”

“Now, when you say, ‘in her box’,” Anne recoiled at the look Max gave her and stepped over to Mrs. Claus’s packaging, rummaging through it while the buxom blonde produced another series of sparks from her absently staring head. “OK!” Anne announced, pulling out a stiff piece of card stock. “Listen up Mrs. Claus X twenty-three… `Candy-Cane, Tinsel, Donner, Dew-Drop.’”

Mrs. Claus shuddered, giving off more sparks. “W-would you like to begin the setup process?” she asked calmly.

Anne chewed her lip for a moment, ignoring the initially incredulous and then desperate shakes of Max’s head. “Mmm… how about first you punish that very naughty boy you’re sitting on.”

“Oh my god, Anne!” Max gasped, trying to wriggle out beneath the Mrs. Claus-bot while she quickly pinned him to the floor.

Anne smirked. “Hey, you started this when you sent the elves after me…”

“That wasn’t on purpose!”

She shrugged. “It also wasn’t as funny.”

Mrs. Claus leaned in close, whispering, “This will go much better for you if you j-just accept your punishment…”

“Alright, Anne,” Max muttered, craning his neck to see the two stock-still elf-bots. “Jingle! Sprinkles! Whatever Mrs. Claus does to me, I want you to do to Anne!”

Anne looked confused for a moment right before the elves pounced on her, knocking her to the mall floor and then sitting across her back in tandem.

“Touché,” muttered Anne, looking across the vinyl floor at her similarly compromised co-worker.

“Balls in your court,” Max remarked, patiently waiting for her to end this. But when she only grinned at him, Max was forced to admit he had grossly underestimated what she was willing to tolerate.

==Part 3==
“What are you waiting for?!” Anne asked the shuddering Mrs. Claus. In response, the buxom bot sat upright with a whir, raised a hand, and brought it swiftly down upon Max’s backside in a sharp swat across his trousers. While Max recoiled from the strike, the elf-bots did as he had instructed and mirrored the motion, a pair of slaps across Anne’s larger posterior. Anne only grinned and said, “Mrs. Claus, I think Max’s pants are getting in the way of proper punishment.”

“Anne, what the fuck!? This looks bad enough as it is – but if Evangeline finds us with… stop that!” Mrs. Claus dutifully began to work at his button and zipper, her stiff mechanical fingers overpowering his own attempts to remain fully clothed until she tore his khakis free with a sharp tug. Across from him, it seemed Anne was actually helping the elves, wriggling her hips as they both drew her own khakis across her wide curves – and he couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of her black panties, their elastic biting into the plush expanse of an ass that fully lived up to his embarrassingly frequent imaginings.

A sudden slap across his boxers stunned him from his reverie, and the two elves spanking Anne stunned him back into it. He felt confused, aroused, and incredibly frustrated at this predicament, calling out, “Anne! What is it you’re trying to do here?!”

She flashed a knowing grin, biting her lip when the elves swatted her rump once more in response to Mrs. Claus’s continued punishment. “Can’t you just enjoy the moment?” Seeing his forlorn expression, she sighed, and said, “You know, all you’d have to do is spank her right back.”

“Wha? How?!” In what was meant to be a demonstration of futility, he attempted moving his arms to reach Mrs. Claus’s butt where it sat upon his waist, only to discover he actually could. Abandoning his complaint of the impossibility of it, he instead argued the practicality: “And what exactly is that supposed to accomplish!?”

“Just give it a go!”

Not expecting much, Max contorted his arm and blindly delivered as solid a swat on Mrs. Claus’s curvaceous rump as he could. Beneath her woolen coat, he felt the give of her plastic backside, followed by the bot sitting bolt upright. There was a looping buzzing sound, every time ending in a sharp electric snap. “What’s happening?” Max asked.

“In simple terms,” Anne explained, “you attempted to reverse her role from dom to sub, but it looks like she’s having some trouble switching gears. In fact, she seems to be locked in a feedback loop that’s only going to end when her CPU overheats to the point of igniting her inadequately shielded cranial battery pack.”

“She’s going to explode because I touched her butt!?”

“To be fair, you spanked that ass! And to even fair-er, she was not in a good state when this whole thing kicked off.”

“When you made her tackle me!” Max said, writhing out from beneath the bot as she sank on her haunches, her head twitching, smoke beginning to leak from her mouth and ears. “Mrs. Claus, shut down! Power off! Emergency shut down!” he tried, almost tripping over his pants as he scrambled to her packaging and frantically flipped through the minimal ‘quick-start’ guide for some clue on how to power her off.

“Just sit back and watch the show!” Anne suggested, still pinned by the two elves with her own khakis around her thighs.

“If Mrs. Claus literally explodes, I’m fucking done here!” Max ran over to the smoldering bot, putting his fingers beneath her chin and at her temples, pressing firmly for several seconds. He only felt her becoming warmer to the touch as one of her eyes squinted at him. “N-naught-t-tyyyy b-b-boyyyy!”

Anne rolled her eyes. “So you lose your job at a place that has fired ninety percent of its human staff only a few months before they figure out how to shitcan the remaining ten?”

“IF that happens, that’s two months where I can still make rent!” Max leaped back from Mrs. Claus at the sudden eruption of sparks. There was a fizzling sound, and Mrs. Claus’s head shot from side to side, strands of her synthetic her blonde hair wilting from the heat. “Naught-t-t-tyyy not-not-not niiiiice not naughty not naught nice not-“ she squealed in an increasingly high-pitched tone. With a final chastising look at Max and a clear pronouncement of “Naughty!”, her head went up in an almost festive explosion of tinsel and flame.

Max uncoiled from his defensive crouch, staring at the smoke and sparks still pouring from the jagged remnants of the robotic Mrs. Claus’s neck, when he heard a voice shriek, “What in the name of God is happening here?!” The rapid clacking of Evangeline’s approach sent Max’s already frazzled nerves into a state of sheer panic. Even Anne appeared flustered, hastily working at her phone.

Knowing this was an entirely lost cause, that there was nothing he could say or do that would change the outcome, Max sheepishly pulled up his ripped pants and said, “Ms. Eastbrook, there is an explanation...”

“For why Mrs. Claus’s head just exploded? For why those two elves are straddling Miss Keyes’s pelvis? Perhaps there is even a very good reason why her trousers are currently around her knees?”

“Elves on a pelvis,” Anne muttered to herself, still working at her phone.

“Is there something you wish to to add, Miss Keyes?” Evangeline snapped.

Something seemed to have changed in Anne, her attention entirely focused on her phone as her thumbs worked furiously at the screen. “Actually, yeah,” she said, working up the courage. “Max, I wanted to give this to you as a Christmas present, and I know it’s only November, but…”

“Enough!” Evangeline shouted. “I want both of you t-to.” She had a sudden nervous tick, cleared her throat, and began again. “I want b-b-both of of yooouuuu-“ Her words came at a slow drawl, her face locking into a sneer. Max didn’t know what to think - Was she having an aneurysm?!

“Unit compromised!” Jingles and Sprinkles both exclaimed, leaping up from Anne to rush toward Evangeline.

“What are you – get off of me!” Evangeline suddenly came to, trying to push the elf-bots away as they took her by either arm. “Max! Get control of these things!”

“Stop! Jingle, Sprinkles, let her go!” Max shouted, darkly amazed that the situation was still somehow getting worse for him and Anne. “Anne, are you controlling them?!”

“Not even a little!” Anne said, making no attempt to hide the delight in her voice.

“Sorry, but this unit must be powered down,” Jingle said, struggling to maintain her hold on Evangeline.

“And quarantined from the network!” Sprinkles added.

“Then power down!” Max commanded, rushing to aid his very-soon-to-be-ex boss.

“Unable to comply!” they both squealed in unison. “I am engaged in an active severity one security incident!”

“Max!” Evangeline hissed, her face contorted into a level of fury he had never before witnessed. “Get these two bots under control NOW!“

“Right! Uh…” resorting to the only thing that had worked before, Max swallowed and grabbed each of the elves by their surprisingly soft backsides, delivering a firm squeeze with both hands. Jingle and Sprinkles abruptly stopped grappling with Evangeline, jolting upright with an expression somewhere between, “Holiday Cheer” and “Unexpected Groping Exception.”

“Jingle? Sprinkles?” Max said, giving the springy material in each hand a vigorous massage, feeling their skin-tight leggings slipping across their smooth artificial skin. “Prepare to transfer administrative rights to Evangeline Eastbrook. Ms. Eastbrook, could you identify?”

“Yes, I’m Evangeline Eastbrook!” she barked, finally able to pull her arms free, beads of sweat forming on her formerly implacable brow.

“Initiate rights transfer now,” Max said, hoping this would work and that whatever madness was infecting them, they wouldn’t be able to take direct action against their admin. He drew back his hands and gave them each a spank for good measure.

“Transferred!” chirped Jingle, beaming like a maniac.

“T-transferrred!” Sprinkles voiced a half-second later. She suddenly turned to her partner and said, “Error – unit is under the control of a compromised A.I”

“Error!” Jingle responded, reminding Max of a petulant child as she repeated her companion’s line verbatim. “Unit is under the control of a-ack!” Her voice was cut short when Sprinkles lunged at her, and the two Elf robots immediately became locked in a wrestling match amid the high-pitched squeals of their vocalizations and their servos.

“I am fucking done with this shit!” Evangeline said, stepping around the two grappling bots to confront Max.

Shrinking from her approach, he pointed behind her and said, “If you don’t do something, they’re gonna tear each other to bits!” At that very moment, he saw Jingle rip open Sprinkle’s blouse, presumably trying to gain access to her core access panel.

“GOOD!” Evangeline roared. “Because THAT would be an easy warranty case to make! Whereas I don’t know HOW I’m going to explain what the two of you have done to Mrs. Claus.”

“Max introduced a conflict in her directive-“

“Anne, SHUT UP!”

“jus sayin’…”

Behind Evangeline, Jingle tossed aside the shredded remnants of Sprinkles’s top, exposing her candy-cane striped bra, while Sprinkles has managed to remove the same undergarment from her partner, Jingle’s pert plastic breasts bouncing wildly in the melee.

“Can we just get this over with,” Max asked, tearing his attention away from the robotic-Christmas-elf fight to the death. “I’m fired, right?”

“Obviously!” Evangeline paused, brushing the sweat from her forehead. “What’s more, you’ll be facing felony charges for what you’ve done here!”

Max flinched. “Wh-what felonies?!”

“Mmmmm,” Anne piped up, still lying on the ground, focused on her phone. “I’ll show you the list.”

“Anne, would you please start taking this seriously?” Max hissed.

“Neutra-tralize-lized!” Jingle announced, her fist now embedded in the chest of her counterpart, Sprinkles staring at the opening into her electronic inner workings with the same enthusiasm that she had exhibited since being powered on. Her bright eyes became crossed, smoke wafting from her smiling pink lips, as she squeaked, “Ha-happy me-merry en-en-enjoy hol-hol-holidayyyyy sea-sea-seasonnnnnn-!” Jingle tore her arm free, wrenching the core and most of its housing from the bot’s cavity. Sprinkles wavered for a few seconds before tipping forward, hitting the flooring hard with a plastic crunch. Jingle stood, twitching and topless, her tattered green dress falling away to leave her in nothing but her torn candy-stripe leggings and her jingling elf-shoes.

Evangeline seemed annoyed that she was still operational, but also seemed incredibly fatigued by the entire ordeal. “Elf-bot!” she demanded, loosening a button on her blouse while fanning herself with her free hand. “Take these two idiots to loss prevention.” She faced Max while the topless robotic elf took his arm, and said, “You both can wait there until the police arrive.”

“Mmmm,” Anne piped up again, still on her phone. “Not happening.”

“And why is th-that?” Evangeline stammered, hardly able to contain her fury, and frustrated even further when Jingle seemed to grind to a halt.

“Merry Christmas, Max!” Anne announced, tapping her phone. Max heard the mall powering up as shutters opened, store lights flicked on, and a banal holiday instrumental filled the air.

“What are you doing?” Max asked.

“Activating a virus in every bot – well, almost every bot – in the mall.”

Max glanced around nervously as various sales droids emerged from supply closets and storage rooms in a strange processional – dozens of beautiful sales droids vacantly opening up their respective shops. “What virus?” he asked.

“For that, I’ll turn to Miss Eastbrook’s to help explain. Or rather, demonstrate.” Max slowly turned from Anne to Evangeline, the ever-impeccably-dressed administrator undoing a second button on her blouse, frantically fanning herself, no longer following their conversation.

“Miss Eastbrook is… she’s a…?”

Above Evangeline’s tanned cleavage, a vent suddenly sprang open, and Max heard a number of fans wining in desperation.

==Part 4==
“You’ve d-done something to the climate control system!” Evangeline growled, the sudden vent on her chest going without notice or comment.

“I guess you could say that?” Anne said, finally putting her phone down and resting her chin on her arms, watching her manager with a look amusement. “Like in a very, very localized sense…”

Evangeline removed her jacket, her white blouse becoming translucent from the profusion of sweat – or coolant – beading across her body. “Whatever you’ve d-d-done,” she snarled at Anne. “t-turn it back down!”

“Is she – is she going to end up like Mrs. Claus?” Max could not stand Miss Eastbrook, but even if she was a robot, she was something more complex than the one that now sat headless only a few feet from her. It didn’t feel right just to watch her get destroyed.

Anne cocked her head. “Are you, like, actually worried about the fate of our tyrannical robot oppressor?”

“Yes?” Max said. “Like, she seems… she’s… she managed to fool both of us!”

“Let’s be real, every bot in this mall had you fooled. And not a single one of them has an ounce more computational power than that topless elf.” Jingle glanced down at Anne at the mention of ‘elf’, but displayed no further sign of comprehension.

Evangeline also didn’t seem to be following the conversation at this point, breathing heavily and fanning herself at a near impossible speed with both hands over the shrill scream of her internal cooling system.

“But she’s a lot more advanced than any of them, right?”

Anne’s incredulous expression faded, replaced by a look so sweet that he was certain she was about to eviscerate him with a sarcastic quip – but instead, she picked up her phone and quietly said, “Oh Max, you big softy…”

Suddenly, Evangeline froze, her head shivering into a confused stare while her fans seemed to be spinning down.

“What happened?”

“I got her out of there,” Anne said. “So whenever you feel like restoring the AI who is threatening you with jailtime, you now have that option! Oh, but that bot is still turbo-fucked.”

“Hi!” the bot that had been Evangeline exclaimed, putting on a smile he had only seen Evangeline wear when touring the mall with prospective investors. “I’m a-a-a busineswomannnn, and I’d love to show you the exciting opportunities we have for you at the missing retail con-configuration!” She beckoned him with a jerk of her head and a short, artificial laugh, saying, “Let me give you the guided tour!”

“So, she’s like…” Max looked at Anne searchingly.

“Pre-upgrade stock personality and missing a ton of her software configuration and customization,” Anne responded. “And, as I mentioned, turbo-fucked.”

“C’mon, let me g-give you the guided t-tour! The guided tour!” the sales-bot announced, wheeling about to almost trip over the slumped Mrs. Claus. She barely recovered, teetering on her heels as she gestured to the busty bot, smoke and sparks still drifting from her neck. “Holidays are always an exciting opportunity here at MALL, and we spare no expense in creating an exciting atmosphere to delight shoppers and their families!”

When Max only looked between this grinning sales-bot and Anne, Anne could barely contain herself. “Ohmygod Max, don’t just stand there, play with her!”

“Oh, uh…” Max looked back at her. “So… you know that, like… umm… like, you can see that this Mrs. Claus doesn’t have a head, right?”

The sales bot twitched, her smile growing even wider as her eyelids began to flutter. “Under c-construction, p-please pardon our mess!” she stammered, quickly pivoting toward the topless Jingle. “And if you look over here, you can see that our delightful and exciting Holiday Elf has a head, a feature a lot of our shoppers notice a-and appreciate here at MALL!”

“Dooooo your shoppers…” Max began slowly, “…also notice and appreciate bare breasts?” He glanced back at Anne, who gave him an encouraging thumbs-up.

It was clear from her shuddering movements and the acceleration of fans that the sales-droid was struggling to come up with a remotely appropriate response. Amid the whining buzz of her machinery, she finally blurted, “Yes! They are in-in-indistinguishable from the r-real th-thing! In fact, some shoppers say they even p-prefer them!”

Max blinked. “But… if they’re indistinguishable, then how could anyone have a preference?”

“Oh! Well! You s-s-s-seeeeeeee-“ the sales droid stammered, smoke once again rising from her. “You have to f-f-feel them to un-un-understand!” Her arm shot out, giving the elf-bot’s breasts a demonstrative squeeze.

Jingle directed her attention straight at the sales droid, cheerfully announcing, “Unit compromised!” She pawed ineffectually at the sales-droid’s body who in turn continued to work the elf-bot’s breasts in firm but halting motions, the elf-bot’s head ticking back and forth.

“F-feel th-them!” the sales-droid barked, grabbing Max’s wrist and stuffing his hand into Jingle’s pert chest. “Com-compare!” Grabbing his other hand, she plunged it into her own more bountiful cleavage where he could feel the heat blasting from her open vents.

“So, Max – can you feel the difference?” Anne teased.

He certainly could – the heat radiating from the sales-droid left her breasts with a tacky texture to them. The elf-bot felt far more natural, though his fingers tingled from an electric charge buzzing through her. But when he tried to make a witty observation for Anne’s benefit, he found himself tongue tied, still rather self-conscious. “Umm… they’re both… nice?” he offered.

Anne sighed, then shouted, “What about her ass?!”

The sales droid blinked for a long while, Max’s tentative fondling destabilizing her even further. “N-no detail-tail-tail is overlooked when pre-preparing for the holiday seaassszzzzzonnnnnn!” She roughly pulled his hands free, planting one on the elf-bot’s round rump, and shoving the other up the back of her own skirt. “What d-d-do you th-thinnnnk?” She asked, accompanied by a sudden flourish of sparks from her open panel.

One of Max’s hands cupped the absurdly bubbly backside of Jingle, the other half-tangled in sales-droid’s panties. He gave each a squeeze, the sales-droid delivered a sudden gasp and more sparks, while Jingle’s own hands suddenly seized upon the sales droid’s jawline. “U-u-uuuuunit compromised!” she chirped again. With the straining of servos, the elf-bot began to pull on the sales-droid’s head, the sales-droid still awaiting Max’s answer.

“Is the elf _supposed_ to do that?” Max asked just as he heard a metallic snap from inside the sales-droid’s neck.

“Of c-c-courszzzze!” she responded, taking no action while Jingle strained harder, a few lights flaring from within her throat. “Here at MALL, we maintain an on-site staff of t-t-top tierrrrr I-T-T-T workers to ensurrrre all our ro-robotic-ic-ic assistants neverrrrr mal-mal-mal-mallll-“ Max felt the sales-droid’s ass clench suddenly as Jingle tore her head from her shoulders, sparks and coolant spraying down the sales droid’s open blouse. The fluid seeping through the vent triggered another wave of sparks, the headless body quivering with splayed fingers while smoke poured insider her. With a final tug, Jingle snapped the head free from the few lingering wires. The sales-droid never lost her smile, and even managed to finish her sentence with a tinny, “-malfunctionnnnnnn!”

Jingle unceremoniously dropped the platinum-blonde head to the floor, turning to face Max with an impish grin. “D-do you want t-t-to unnnnnnwrap your p-present early?” He could sense the heat coursing from her, through the shimmer in the air around her and from her rapidly warming ass.

“Should I be worried here?” Max asked.

Anne finally bothered to pull up her khakis, still grinning at the smoldering body that had formerly been Evangeline’s. Engaging with her phone again, she asked, “So… what happens if you smack that booty?”

After a moment’s hesitation, Max followed through on Anne’s idle speculation. Drawing back his hand, he brought it firmly against the elf’s bubbly backside, which suddenly began to shiver and hum. The elf stiffened as a ‘beeping’ emanated from inside her.

“Hmmm… might want to give her some room,” Anne cautioned, and he quickly moved beside her while the beeping sound continued from inside Jingle at a slow but accelerating tempo. “Earrrlyyyyy? P-p-presennnts?” The elf stumbled toward them, but seemed unable to make progress for after every few steps, she’d go stumbling back. “Wwweee b-build t-toys f-f-orrr g-g-girls and b-b-boyssss!” she sang, breasts bouncing amid her stiff movements. Steam drifted from her pointed ears, patches of her skin glowing an unsettling red.

“Anne, are you sure we shouldn’t-“

“Shut up and watch!”

Now frozen in place, the elf-bot quivered with an intense, manic grin, smoke pouring from every orifice and several unseen seams while the beeping accelerated into a steady tone, her backside still vibrating wildly. “M-mm-merrryyyyy-!” A moment later, the sizzling elf-bot erupted in a percussive explosion, plastic and silicon and fragments of candy-cane striped legs sailing overhead as Max and Anne reflexively ducked away.

“Ho-ly shit!” Anne exclaimed, overjoyed at the outcome while Max could only stare at the mess. What was meant to be a festive diorama of Santa’s workshop was a tawdry mess of broken robots and smoldering electronics.

Max felt more of a sinking feeling as he surveyed the scene. “I, uh… think we should probably… leave?”

“Max!” Anne said, grabbing him by the shoulders, then spinning him around. “Look! At! All! These! Bots!” Max saw the cheery pink-haired girl in her bows and apron behind the counter at the brightly lit candy-shop. At the mattress store, he saw that tightly-wound, dark-haired girl who was always hard-selling, now diligently prepping the show room, her stiff posture seemingly heightened by whatever Anne had done. Down the way were the discordant sounds of the arcade. Max noticed the casual goth girl he assumed just haunted the place was putting out a sign displaying an upcoming tournament schedule. “Every one of them is dialed up to a hundred and ten and ready to serve! So before we fuck off from this mall forever, I say we make this a night to remember.”

“Anne-“

“Listen to me! The security system is taken care of, we have this entire place to ourselves, and you owe Eastbrook Holdings LL fucking C absolutely nothing. What they’re gonna get when they come in tomorrow is a complete catastro-fuck of bots in pieces, and a lesson of what can happen when you spend inordinate amounts of money just to ensure you don’t have to share any of it with actual human fucking beings!”

“But-“

“No ‘buts’, Max!” Anne was practically trembling. “I wasn’t progra-“ She froze, a look of absolute shock on her face. Taking a moment to calm herself, she started again. “I didn’t have to do it this way, you know! I could’ve just blown these bots to bits while slow-walking out the main entrance, but I wanted us to have some fun on our last night together!”

“Wait, what was that… what do you mean, ‘our last night together’?”

“I… I mean at this mall! C’mon, Max!”

Max still wasn’t convinced she had done all of this for him, but he could not shake the appeal of what was she was offering, nor the understanding that he’d never have a chance at something like this again. Part of him just wanted to take Anne and go, sort out the mess with the disembodied AI that was Evangeline, maybe even find a way to keep their jobs. Then again… “We’re already on the naughty list,” Max said, looking at the bot in the candy shop. “Fine, let’s have some fun.”

Anne beamed at him, turning up the twee rendition of Sleigh Ride pumping through the mall speakers. “That’s the spirit! Merry fucking Christmas, Max!”

==Part 5==
Max took a deep breath and marched toward the candy store. His eyes fixed on the cheery bubble-gum-haired girl dressed in a vibrant pink and white dress, coordinating with the searingly sweet aesthetic of the shop around her. The moment he entered, she flashed a brilliant smile, clasping her hands cheerfully in front of an apron drawn tight against her full bosom. "Welcome to the Sweet Shop!" she squeaked in a treacly squeak. "Are you interested in t-t-trying any samples?"

There was a manic intensity to her that Max fully attributed to Anne’s meddling, and he wondered how little it would take before she… ''broke? Malfunctioned? Exploded?'' He felt a jab in the back from Anne, and cleared his throat. “Yeah, uh… I’d like to… sample your sweets?”

She giggled, her hand toying with the buttons on her blouse. "Something sweet? Something s-sour? Wh-what’s your f-favorite flavor of ice c-c-cream?" She had unbuttoned her blouse so casually that Max didn’t even notice until he realized her cleavage was fully visible behind the frill of her apron.

“V-vanilla?” Max responded, and he heard Anne snort. Turning to her, he defensively asked, “What?”

“Help me out here, what’s the flavor that’s used as a stand in for the most boring thing imaginable? Is it Pistachio? Rocky road? Neapolitan…?”

“Vanilla’s a classic! Just because everyone likes a thing doesn’t mean-“

Anne cut him off, directing his attention back toward the sweet shop girl. She was bent over the ice cream case, her ripe cleavage on full display, jiggling as she mined a heaping scoop.

“Stop arguing with me and go ''fuuuuck'' with her!” Anne insisted, cupping her own full breasts through her shirt and jiggling them as a suggestion that Max found hard to look away from.

“But I ''like'' arguing with you,” Max muttered, hoping his gaze wasn’t beyond what Anne would consider polite when making a show of squeezing her tits. He turned back to the ice cream case, uncertain if the sweet-shop girl’s protracted efforts and the presentation of her cleavage were her way of flirting or whether it was just difficulty stemming from Anne’s virus. Finally stacking a massive scoop on the cone, she went back for another, providing another eyeful of her breasts and the lacey trim of her bra.

Despite Anne’s prodding, Max only watched until the shop girl emerged from the case victorious, two giant scoops of vanilla ice cream perched precariously on a cone held beside her ample chest. "H-here's your s-s-sample!" she chirped.

Max couldn’t decide whether to reach for her or for the cone, and he heard Anne’s mutter, “Any day now…”

Max cleared his throat. “Oh, uh… my friend over there thinks vanilla is boring. Maybe you can add something more exciting to the mix?”

The sweet-shop-bot’s head cocked to the side, blinking at Max in uncertainty. “More ex-exciting?”

“Yeah, like… what would you recommend to spice things up?”

A subtle shiver went through the shop-bot’s body, as if asking her for anything more than a specific flavor was taxing the limits of her systems. “Ummm…” she said, and Max could hear fans beginning to whir in the bot’s voluptuous frame as she stalled for more processing time. “Ummm…” A panel sprang open on her chest, just above her double-scoop of cleavage, a thin trail of smoke drifting from inside. “Ummmmmmmm…?” Max could feel the heat radiating from her even across the counter, her complexion warming to a bright peach color. Rivulets of vanilla ran down the teetering helping of ice cream, and one of the scoops sloughed to the side, spilling over the edge of the cone to plop directly into the bot’s open chest panel.

Max recoiled from the sudden blast of sparks erupting from her, the generous scoop of ice cream melting quickly into her internal systems, streams of liquid vanilla running across her breasts. Her glassy eyes opened wider as an accelerating beeping blared from somewhere inside her.

"I-I-If you g-give me j-just a moment, I w-w-will be with yyyouuu-" she stammered in a digitized voice, seizing up entirely, smoke gushing from her smiling lips, her eyes staring forward blankly. The beeping was now a shrill whine, electricity crackling across her ice-cream covered tits.

"V-vanilla is always a cu-cus-customer favorite!" the sweet shop girl announced with a large, plastic smile before suddenly exploding, plastic and circuitry pinging across glass jars of candy, the scent of charred electronics overpowering the shop’s saccharine sweet aroma.

“Holy shit!” Max exclaimed, looking back at Anne. “Are you OK?!”

Anne gave Max a very serious look, tenting her fingers in front of her lips.

“It was a nice finish, but that was more luck than skill.” Anne placed a hand on Max’s shoulder, taking a moment to flick a clump of pink hair partially fused with the fragment of a circuitboard. “Max, I need you to do _more_ with this.”

“Anne, she ''exploded''!”

“Oh, for sure - Miss Two-Scoops did great. My notes are all for ''you''! Where was the passion!? The ''get-back''!? Max, where was the ''horny''!?”

Max flushed, hyper-focused on her hand now squeezing his shoulder. “Er… Anne, what exactly are you suggesting I-“

Anne scrunched her nose, shaking her head. “No, I see it now - It’s ''me''!” Before Max could vocalize a word of the fervent rebuke bubbling up inside him, Anne continued, pulling her hand back to smash a fist into her palm. “How can I expect you to be uninhibited when I’m looking over your shoulder, being all ''judgy''! I should be supportive, on the other side of the mall!” She bit her lip, “Maybe in the food court, with Mr. Sticky Buns…”

Max gestured to the largest remaining piece of the sweet-shop-bot, saying, “It’s not that I don’t appreciate this… this, uh…”

“Turbo fuck virus,” Anne helped.

“Sure, but I’d rather we do this together!”

“And we ''will''! However, right now you need to get in the right headspace, and you’re not gonna do that with me here. Go! Have fun! Lose those inhibitions!” Anne patted his cheek, then turned on her heel. “Then come find me by the cinnamon roll place when you’ve gotten a few more busted bots under your belt, and you can show me what you learned.” Max watched the departing sway of a plump backside that was giving far more to her drab khakis than they deserved.

“S-sure!” Max called, trying to figure out her motivations. She seemed to have a very specific idea in mind of what he ''should'' be doing - but why not just tell him? What was he supposed to do with directions of ‘more get-back’ and ‘more horny’?

Anne’s well-framed rump brought to mind another shop girl with an ass so perfect, she had to be a bot. Ideas swirled around his head as he made his way to the mattress store, thinking he just might know the sort of thing she had in mind.

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#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 7: The Homecoming]]
#[[Inspektor 12 Kronicles 8: One Zero Nightmare]]
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#[[CyGenPleasuretronics/Kimberlys Evaluation]]
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#[[The Halloween Story]]
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#[[Over Some Drinks]]
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#[[Heinrich Brueckmann's Unfinished Works]]

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#[[Bunnybots - Ava]]
#[[Tammy: Eve]]
#[[The Actress]]
#[[Cassandra]]
#[[Companion Dolls - Economic Unit]]
#[[A Lazy Afternoon]]

===[[Stories/ButchyBoy|ButchyBoy]]===

#[[The Nightingale's Song]]
#[[Fembots In History: Queen Isabella]]
#[[Little Red Riding Hood-Fractured Gynoid Tale]]
#[[The Vanishing Warlord]]
#[[Fembots In History - Annie Oakley]]
#[[Can't Get That Song Outta My Head]]
#[[The Nut-Cricket Adventure]]
#[[Galatea]]
#[[The Contest Winner]]
#[[Droid Hunter]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''C'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/Cam_1361|Cam_1361]]===

#[[Untitled (Cam_1361)]]

===[[Stories/Capn Jake|Capn Jake]]===

#[[Jenny6525B]]

===[[Stories/CaptainStorytime|CaptainStorytime]]===

#[[A Gift Unwanted]]

===[[Stories/Castaliaman|Castaliaman]]===

#[[Jeopardy 2104]]

===[[Stories/CheeseMaker|CheeseMaker]]===
#[[Man Made Relationship]]

===[[Stories/Chains of Adamant|Chains of Adamant]]===

#[[Gallinax]]
#[[Christmas Surprise]]
#[[The Prison]]
#[[Miriam]]

===[[Stories/Cecilauthor|Cecilauthor]]===

#[[Fleshware Requiem]]
#[[Apocalypse Doll - Celebrity Edition]]
#[[Robot Power]]
#[[Golden Apple]]
#[[Melting Point]]

===[[Stories/ChaosSeeder|ChaosSeeder]]===

#[[Programming an Adventure]]

===[[Stories/chepamasta|chepamasta]]===

#[[That's what friends are for!]]

===[[Stories/Cjfriel|Cjfriel]]===

#[[Autopia]]

===[[Stories/code_author|code_author]]===

#[[Pressure on a Relationship]]

===[[Stories/confusitron!!|confusitron!!]]===

#[[Danni - A Conversion]]

===[[Stories/Construct|Construct]]===

#[[Re-Constructed]]
</div></div>

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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;">'''<big>D</big>'''</div>
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===[[Stories/D. Olivaw|D. Olivaw]]===

#[[A Meeting At Meg's]]
#[[A Beginning, of Sorts]]
#[[Obsolescence]]
#[[Leona]]
#[[A Fembot Adventure]]
#[[Of Rent and Robots]]
#[[Certain Contradictions]]
#[[House Call (D.Olivaw)|House Call]]
#[[First Date]]
#[[A Tale from the Plastic Rose: Victoria]]
#[[The Plaything]]
#[[Too Much of a Good Thing]]
#[[Trixie or Treat]]

===[[Stories/Dalejr38|Dalejr38]]===

#[[Universal Remote]]

===[[Stories/Daphne|Daphne]]===

#[[Mike and Mary]]
#[[Use Future (Cluster 00)]]

===[[Stories/Dark Archon|Dark Archon]]===

#[[June]]
#[[Sara 3]]

===[[Stories/Darkbutflashy|Darkbutflashy]]===

#[[戦闘機械綾子 - Battlemachine Ayako]]
#[[Science Ethics|Science Ethics (with Battery)]]

===[[Stories/Dark Phoenix|Dark Phoenix]]===

#[[My Super Android Girlfriend]]

===[[Stories/Deep Blue|Deep Blue]]===

#[[My Tutor (Deep Blue)|My Tutor]]
#[[Volleybot]]
#[[Teacher(by Deep Blue)]]
#[[Training lesson]]
#[[Fembot technician]]
#[[Studio]]
#[[Beer girl]]
#[[Meet on bus]]

===[[Stories/Dieur|Dieur]]===

#[[My Robot]]
#[[TD Walkman Mall]]
#[[Smashed]]
#[[Taking Awhile To Get Anywhere]]
#[[Witch Hazel]]
#[[Chloe]]

===[[Stories/Dollmaker|Dollmaker]]===

#[[A.I. Automated Insanity]]

===[[Stories/Dr. Twist|Dr. Twist]]===

#[[Door To Door]]
#[[Who Let The Wolves Out]]

===[[Stories/DukeNukem 2417|DukeNukem 2417]]===

*[[Lina]]
*[[Writing As We Go]]
*[[The V.I.C.I. Diaries]]

Season 1:

#[[Vicki's New Life]]
#[[V.I.C.I. Rises]]
#[[From L.E.S. to Leslie]]
#[[Unmade, Unbroken]]
#[[Out of this World]]
#[[ShowStopper]]
#[[MGV (Metal Gear Vicki)]]
#[[The Family of Steel]]
#[[Electric Child]]
#[[Toys in the Attic]]
#[[A House Divided]]
#[[Kirsten's Choice]]
#[[Epsilon]]
#[[Cold Blood]]
#[[Lawson's Eleven]]
#[[A Criminal Mind]]
#[[For Whom the Bells Toll]]
#[[Falling Away]]
#[[Valley of the Damned]]

Season 2:

#[[Mr. Roboto]]
#[[Only Human]]
#[[Beast]]
#[[Dragon]]
#[[Broken]]
#[[King Nothing]]

===[[Stories/DZiegler|DZiegler]]===

#[[Automated Seduction]]
#[[Reunion]]
#[[$tacks Casino]]
#[[The Neoprene Demon]]
#[[K1MB3RLY_M84U]]
#[[N4T4L1A_M84U]]
#[[T3SS4_M84U]]
#[[Soviet Doll]]
#[[Administrative Assistant]]
#[[How To Transform Your Partner]]
#[[IS4B3LL4 M84U (Truck Lot Bot)]]
#[[Terminatrix - Genesis|Terminatrix]]
#[[Close Call at the Costume Contest]]
#[[Catwoman: An Erotic Fembot Novella]]
#[[Programmed Competition]]
#[[AVANT_ROBOTICS_GRLFRND]]
#[[Sleeping Angel]]
#[[CandyBot 007 in ‘A Spy Unraveled’]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''E'''</big></div>
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===[[Stories/Ehy|Ehy]]===

#[[Courtesy Suites]]
#[[Encounter at Courtesy Suites]]
#[[Choices]]
#[[The Playroom]]
#[[Market Test]]
#[[Tara's Visitor (Story Snippet)]]
#[[Untitled (Ehy)|Untitled]]
#[[Untitled 2 (Ehy)|Untitled 2]]
#[[April]]
#[[1962]]

===[[Stories/Esleeper|Esleeper]]===

#[[Electric Sleep- Background Information]]
#[[Electric Sleep]]
#[[Electric Dreams]]

===[[Stories/Eyebore|Eyebore]]===

#[[The Plantation "Sister-In-Law"]]

===[[Stories/Extyr|Extyr]]===

#[[Mecha-Valkyrie]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''F'''</big></div>
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===[[Stories/FacelessFembot|FacelessFembot]]===

#[[Untitled(FacelessFembot)]]
#[[Robots are Us]]

===[[Stories/FaceoffFembot|FaceoffFembot]]===

#[[The Maid]]
#[[Dead Dog Two]]
#[[Setting Things Straight]]
#[[Weird Old Post I Found (The Lulu Tseng Conspiracy)]]
#[[Cybersocialites]]

===[[Stories/Faustus|Faustus]]===

#[[Dora]]

===[[Stories/Fection|Fection]]===

#[[Charlie's Second-Hand Angel]]
#[[Pushing Candy's Buttons]]
#[[Sour Candy]]
#[[Model Citizen]]
#[[The Magi and the Harem]]
#[[Achilles Heels]]

===[[Stories/Fembotlover|Fembotlover]]===

#[[Untitled (Fembotlover)|Untitled]]

===[[Stories/Fembotlvr7|Fembotlvr7]]===

#[[Perfect Match (formerly Blind Date)]]
#[[The Bridesmaid]]
#[[The Secret]]
#[[True Lies]]

===[[Stories/FembotsInCharge|FembotsInCharge]]===

#[[The Nannybot1000A]]

===[[Stories/Freddie c|Freddie c]]===

#[[Numerology]]

===[[Stories/Freiburg V3.0|Freiburg V3.0]]===

#[[A Question Of Faith]]
#[[A Question Of Liberty]]

===[[Stories/Frenchman319|Frenchman319]]===
*[[A Conclusive Safety Test]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''G'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">

===[[Stories/General|General]]===

#[[Access Denied]]
#[[Blue Chips]]
#[[The Rental]]
#[[History In The Flesh]]
#[[A Second Life]]
#[[Talk Radio]]
#[[What You Leave Behind]]
#[[Focus]]
#[[Modifying the Contract]]
#[[Tech Support]]
#[[Bounty]]
#[[The Grinder]]
#[[Pinebarrens Hunter]]

===[[Stories/Gf|Gf]]===

#[[The Flatmate]]

===[[Stories/GirlieGirl1985|GirlieGirl1985]]===

#[[Unfinished ATM]]
#[[No Refunds Offered]]

===[[Stories/Glast|Glast]]===

#[[A Fight Too Far]]

===[[Stories/Goose|Goose]]===

#[[Anto: Girl of my dreams]]
#[[Mia and Kristin-Limited Edition]]

===[[Stories/Gorgo|Gorgo]]===

#[[Sentimental Perfection]]
#[[Rinrin and the Doctor's Appointment]]

*[[Project: Black Maiden]] Universe

#[[That Which Was Left Behind]]
#[[Rochelle's Justice]]
#[[A Day at the Ranges]]

*Side/Fan stories to other writers' series:

#[[Nemesis]]
#[[A Stay At Hotel Automata]]
#[[A Nova At Hotel Automata]]

===[[Stories/Grendizer|Grendizer]]===

#[[Teacher]]
#[[A New Purpose]]
#[[Chopping Wood]]
#[[Sacrifice]]
#[[Purity: An Android Age Story]]

===[[Stories/GynoNeko|GynoNeko]]===

#[[Third Time's The Charm]]
#[[The Christmas Present]]
#[[The Delivery (Part 1)]]
#[[The Delivery (Part 2)]]
#[[Electra]]
#[[Maid to Order]]
#[[Exo Saves the Day]]
#[[What Once Was Lost]]
#[[Lost but Found]]
#[[Corrupted]]
#[[Simulating Wilderness]]
#[[All Wrapped Up]]
#[[Shop Girls]]
#[[In Just Seven Days...]]
#[[A Curious Girl in a Cruel World]]
#[[Tethered]]
#[[Building a Perfect Mate]]
#[[Falling Awake]]
#[[Shame.exe]]
#[[The Sales Pitch]]
#[[Passing Mustard]]
#[[Crashing Your Crush]]

===[[Stories/GZ02|GZ02]]===

#[[A Day In The Life Of Joseph Avens]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''H'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/Handle|Handle]]===

#[[Bell City Tales Story 1]]

===[[Stories/Hermes|Hermes]]===

#[[Jumplead]]

===[[Stories/Hlprhlpr|Hlprhlpr]]===

#[[Sparx - Priority Service Call]]
#[[Sparx: Troubleshooting A Design Flaw]]

===[[Stories/Hola_guy|Hola_guy]]===

#[[A Yet Untitled Story]]
#[[Loveless]]

===[[Stories/Hyperspace51|Hyperspace51]]===
#[[Used]]

===[[Stories/HypnoticProse|HypnoticProse]]===

#[[Autolog of a Synthetic Mom]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''I'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">

===[[Stories/inky 2|inky 2]]===

#[[Sloane]]
#[[Quiet Night In]]
#[[Emergency Repair]]
#[[Registration]]

===[[Stories/Input9|Input9]]===

#[[Robbery]]
</div></div>

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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''J'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/JakeCTom|JakeCTom]]===

#[[K600]]

===[[Stories/Jay Petto|Jay Petto]]===

#[[Back To The Circuit Board]]

===[[Stories/Jaydee|Jaydee]]===

#[[An Inside Job]]
#[[Malfunctioning Fembot Writes...]]

===[[Stories/JeffCapes|JeffCapes]]===

#[[Cara and the Mystery Robobabe]]

===[[Stories/JohnFabar4|JohnFabar4]]===

#[[First Story]]

===[[Stories/Jolshefsky|Jolshefsky]]===

#[[Karen's Date]]
#[[Doctor Who fanfic]]
#[[A Trip to the ER]]
#[[Loyalty]]

===[[Stories/Jpetoh|Jpetoh]]===

#[[Crash]]
</div></div>

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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''K'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/Kano|Kano]]===

#[[Monday]]
#[[Friday]]

===[[Stories/Karel|Karel]]===

#[[Mistress Mira]]
#[[R-Bots]]
#[[Two-Perfect!]]
#[[Mmmmegan]]
#[[Merger]]

===[[Stories/KB7RKY|KB7RKY]]===

#[[Charlie 25]]
#[[Reflections]]
#[[Service Call]]
#[[Shadowrun II - Into The Awakened Lands]]

===[[Stories/Keizo|Keizo]]===

#[[The Enemy of My Enemy? Pt. 1]]
#[[The Enemy of My Enemy? Pt. 2]] (Portia)
#[[The Enemy of My Enemy? Pt. 3]] (The "Lost Chapter")
#[[Hell's Canary]]
#[[Are You Serious?]]

===[[Stories/kelbek00|kelbek00]]===

#[[Perfection]]
#[[Repo]]

===[[Stories/KernalGovernor101|KernalGovernor101]]===

#[[Soccer-Mom Unit - Prequel]]
#[[T-Series - Actual Story]]
#[[Synth-Co]]
#[[Yet to be Titled Story]]
#[[Deep Research]]

===[[Stories/Kishin|Kishin]]===

#[[A Long Sleep]]
#[[The Vengeance of the Slave]]
#[[The Robo-Lover]]
#[[Androids At War]]
#[[Death]]
#[[Rebirth]]
#[[Nova's First Job]]
#[[The Vile Collector]]
#[[NVA Showdown]]
#[[The Mourning After]]
#[[The House of the Dead]]
#[[An Unexpected Guest]]
#[[Voice of the Void]]
#[[Garbage]]
#[[Fangs of Steel]]
#[[Killers]]
#[[Fate]]
#[[Berserker]]
#[[Creation (Nova Recreated)]]
#[[I Didn't Know]]
#[[Killers (Knights) Hiding Among Our Slaves]]
#[[Tales Of The Risen Future: Nova's Story]]
#[[The World Walker]]
#[[Glory]]
#[[Thank You For Your Patronage!]]

===[[Stories/Korby|Korby]]===

#[[An Afternoon To Remember]]
#[[Holiday In The Sun]]
#[[Tales From Dyson Institute: Two Vignettes]]
#[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: Making Movies]]
#[[After the Makeover]]
#[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: In the Shop]]
#[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: Mile-high Club]]
#[[Untitled (Korby)]]
#[[JLA/Fembots]]
#[[Dr. Dyson on Lesbotics]]
#[[Remaking Rebecca]]
#[[Another Makeover]]
#[[Tales From The Dyson Institute: Elaine, Rebecca, and Shannen]]
#[[The Appointment]]

===[[Stories/Kriegsaffe No. 9|Kriegsaffe No. 9]]===

#[[Josephson/Keegan Vs Man w/Android Wife]]
#[[1985, Paris, France...]]
#[[The Golden Dawn]]
#[[Duplican't? Dupli-Can't!]]
#[[Saucy Puppet Show]]

===[[Stories/Kube²|Kube²]]===

#[[Fembot User Manual]]
#[[Cindy]]
#[[Kelly 800 perfect lingerie model]]

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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''L'''</big></div>
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===[[Stories/La Femme Nikki|La Femme Nikki]]===

#[[My Life as a Sexbot]]
#[[AlyssaBot]]

===[[Stories/Lady Mecha|Lady Mecha]]===

#[[Strange But Wonderful Happenings]]

===[[Stories/Lilith|Lilith]]===

#[[Love After the Battlefield]]
#[[TPU-SOA Hack Job]]
#[[College Story Anthology]]
#[[CyberSlinger]]
#[[Blind Troubleshooting Stream]]
#[[Best Friends (Comic - WIP)]]

===[[Stories/liliwinnt6|liliwinnt6]]===

#[[A Surprising Breakfast]]
#[[The Grocery Store - Aftermath]]
#[[Boris The Repairman - Some Recharge Sessions]]

===[[Stories/Linnies|Linnies]]===

#[[The Ride Home]]
#[[Demonstration Unit]]
#[[A Change of Hair]]
#[[The Cook]]
#[[The Stewards]]
#[[Processor Test]]
#[[Sugar Cube Girl]]
#[[The Cure]]
#[[Super X Clean]]

===[[Stories/linzhang77|linzhang77]]===

#[[Naiad - Deluge Past]]

===[[Stories/Lithorien|Lithorien]]===

#[[Heather]]

===[[Stories/Loganov|Loganov]]===

#[[The Final Frontier]]
#[[Untitled (Loganov)|Untitled]]

===[[Stories/LongTimeLurker|LongTimeLurker]]===

#[[Clockwork Legacy]] (Lady in Waiting)
##[[Clockwork_Legacy/Lady_in_Waiting/Part_1|Lady in Waiting]]
##[[Clockwork_Legacy/Line_of_Succession/Part_1|Line of Succession]]
##[[Clockwork_Legacy/Inheritance|Inheritance]]
#[[Andrew and the Sexbot Factory]]
##[[Andrew_and_the_Sexbot_Factory/Prototype/Part_1|Prototype]]
##[[Andrew_and_the_Sexbot_Factory/Field_Test/Part_1|Field Test]]
##[[Andrew_and_the_Sexbot_Factory/Production_Model|Production Model]]
#[[Solipsistic]]
#[[Electrostatic]]
#[[Crash Immelmann in the Year 30XX]]
#[[Diagnostic]]
#[[FYOP/Scenario_Chamber]]
#[[The Co-Star]]
#[[Bot Town Blues]]
#[[Salvage]]
#[[Crash Immelmann and the Inflatable Sex-Bots from Planet X!]]
#[[Five Nights at Fanny's]]
#[[Nihilistic]]
#[[Fire Hazard]]
#[[House Call]]
#[[Crash Immelmann vs. the Dread Pirate Holt!]]
#[[The Haunted Manor]]
#[[Omnic Replica]]
#[[Naughty or Nice]]
#[[CRASH IMMELMANN IN: OVERTURE REQUIEM PROTOCOL: M.I.L.F!]]
#[[Under the Influence]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''M'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">

===[[Stories/Maxyz|Maxyz]]===

#[[Cyber Angels]]
#[[Spectrum Dolls]]

===[[Stories/Mad Mechacow|Mad Mechacow]]===

#[[Tales of Syntech]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 2]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 3]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 4]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 5]]
#[[Tales of Syntech 6]]

===[[Stories/Malkozaine|Malkozaine]]===

#[[A Start to Something Big]]

===[[Stories/McLane|McLane]]===

#[[Cancelled Project]]

===[[Stories/Metal-Destiny|Metal-Destiny]]===

#[[Story 48: Julie's Awakenings]]
#[[Human Failure. (2200)]]

===[[Stories/Ministrations|Ministrations]]===

#[[Shannon's Third Law]]
#[[Tiffany's Third Law]]

===[[Stories/Mirage|Mirage]]===

#[[The Bounty Hunter]]
#[[Best Friends]]
#[[Fighting Love]]
#[[A.D.P.I. (Advance Police Investigations): Case 2]]
#[[A.D.P.I. Case 3: Transformation Of A Butterfly]]
#[[Blood Angel]]
#[[Deception]]
#[[Errors And Glitches]]
#[[Family Affair]]
#[[Family Life]]
#[[Favourite Parodies]]
#[[Lonely With The Ages]]
#[[Lying And Cheating!]]
#[[My Tutor]]
#[[Not Perfect]]
#[[Regret]]
#[[Secret Wishes]]
#[[Secretaries]]
#[[Shock]]
#[[Spanish Fly Virus]]
#[[Tennis, Anyone?]]
#[[The Lullaby]]
#[[The Package]]
#[[The Red Roses]]
#[[The Student]]
#[[The Temp]]
#[[The Visit]]
#[[Visiting The In-Laws]]
#[[A Nice Gesture]]
#[[Ever Lasting Smile]]
#[[Finding True Happiness]]
#[[Alive?]]
#[[The New Girl]]
#[[The Nurse]]
#[[Chase]]
#[[The First Time...]]
#[[An Offer That Can't Be Refused]]
#[[The Unwanted Gift]]
#[[Losing One's Self]]
#[[What's Important Is What's In The Inside]]
#[[Sitting On The Couch]]
#[[Can You Fix It?]]
#[[Ugly]]
#[[Finally]]
#[[Bad Dreams]]
#[[Apartment 7]]
#[[Married to a Machine]]
#[[My First and Last Robotic Date]]
#[[Remote Me]]
#[[Missing]]
#[[Roll With It]]
#[[Still Rolling]]
#[[Happy Easter]]
#[[Roll For Sale/Dr. Willy's Reaction]]
#[[Testing, 1,2,3]]
#[[Why worry?]]
#[[A Break Up and a Break Down]]
#[[Cat Out of the Bag]]
#[[Crashing and Some Sex Mode Action]]
#[[I Did Astro's Mom]]
#[[The Lunch]]
#[[My Not So Perfect Woman]]
#[[Why?]]
#[[The Perfect Female A.I.]]
#[[The Car Crash]]
#[[My Neighbor's Wife is Sucking My Cock]]
#[[The Last Goodbye]]
#[[Across the street]]
#[[The Diva]]

===[[Stories/MisterXYZ (RoboTomo)|MisterXYZ (RoboTomo)]]===

#[[How I Ran Into Roboko]]
#[[To Love a Girl]]
#[[Onsen Lust 'n Rust]]
#[[Room 9 Surprise]]
#[[A Huge Add-On]]

===[[Stories/mister_minations|mister_minations]]===

#[[Unusual Bathtime Conversation]]
#[[Unusual Chance Encounter]]
#[[Rusted Rails]]
#[[Unusual Benefits]]

===[[Stories/Mixgull|Mixgull]]===

#[[Code name J-85]]

===[[Stories/Miz-K Takase|Miz-K Takase]]===

#[[Mail-Order Aya]]
#[[Lusty Encore]]
#[[Lusty 2nd Encore]]
#[[Lusty 3rd Encore]]

===[[Stories/Morgan Cartlann|Morgan Cartlann]]===
#

===[[Stories/MrMagoo|MrMagoo]]===

#[[Tech Tutorial]]
#[[Salvaged Hardware]]
#[[Deadline]]

===[[Stories/MrPassable|MrPassable]]===

#[[Programmed Fantasy]]

===[[Stories/Murotsu|Murotsu]]===

#[[Debbi's Diary]]
#[[Some Assembly Required]]

===[[Stories/Muzzleruffels|Muzzleruffels]]===

#[[Freak-World]]
##[[Mermaid Examination]]
##[[Controlled Environment Prologue]]
##[[A Statement of Progress + Bonus Stories]]
##[[Freak-World: Prologue]]
##[[Freak-World: The Side Stories]]
##[[Freak-World: Dreaming Beyond Electric Sheep]]
##[[Freak-World: Anthologies]]

===[[Stories/MysteriousShadow|MysteriousShadow]]===

#[[Lily's Story]]
#[[Debugging]]
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<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/Natalie Bayer|Natalie Bayer]]===

*Own works

#[[Natalie's Story]]
#[[Tonight: Erin's Upgrade]]
#[[The Fantasia Club]]
#[[Bits and Pieces]]
#[[Encounter with Emily]]
#[[Checked Items]]
#[[Crash and Burn]]
#[[Open-case]]
#[[Halloween Short]]
#[[Cross Country]]
#[[Roommates]]

*Commissioned Works

#[[Maid Service]]
#[[Adrift]]
#[[Secret Longings]]
#[[Jeff and Sydney]]
#[[Office Work]]
#[[Technically Supported]]
#[[Alexia and Sophie]]
#[[Charlie Down]]
#[[Party of Three]]
#[[Yandere]]
#[[Agent Candy]]
#[[Soldiering On]]
#[[Friends]]
#[[Tennis Anyone?]]
#[[Soccer Mom - MEGAN]]
#[[An Age of Exploration]]
#[[Coming of Age: Natalie Bayer|Coming of Age]]
#[[Dustball Chronicles]]
#[[Spider]]
#[[Gothic Spider Queen]]
#[[Workspace Difficulties]]
#[[A Learning Experience]]
#[[Superiority Complex]]

===[[NicoCheese]]===

#[[Nico's Section of Silly Snippets]]
#[[Chilling With Maggie]]
#[[Trouble in the Mushroom Kingdom]]
#[[A Pokemon Encounter Down Route 22]]
#[[Legosi x Juno Meltdown]]
#[[A Unique Kind of Car Wash]]
#[[Chilling With Maggie Again]]

===[[Stories/Nybble|Nybble]]===

#[[Scheduled Maintenance]]
#[[The Third Pew]]
#[[Therapy]]
#[[Pimp My Ride]]
#[[Working Late]]
#[[The Hammer]]
#[[Something Borrowed]]
#[[Doctor's Visit]]
#[[Strangers on a Plane]]
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''O'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">

===[[Stories/Outsider|Outsider]]===

#[[Dyson Institute: Sexual Testing Mode]]
#[[Technical Difficulties]]
#[[The Sex Coders]]

===[[Stories/Osenator|Osenator]]===

#[[Bounty Hunter]]
</div></div>

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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''P'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/Pakled|Pakled]]===

#[[Everything Old is New Again]]
#[[One of Our Robots is Missing]]
#[[Palindrome]]
#[[Solve for X]]
#[[Double Blind]]
#[[An Unexpected Modification]]

===[[Stories/Palindrome|Palindrome]]===

#[[Sarah Jones]]
#[[After the Club]]

===[[Stories/Pennon|Pennon]]===

#[[The Delivery]]

===[[Stories/Petey|Petey]]===

#[[Vickybot/Victoria]]
#[[The Rubdown]]
#[[Dyson Family Values]]
#[[A Second Rubdown]]
#[[Becoming the Perfect Wife]]
#[[Introducing the Perfect Wife]]

===[[Stories/Plastic_rose|Plastic_rose]]===

#[[Getting off on the wrong foot (Gloria's conversion)]]

===[[Stories/Porcelaingirl|Porcelaingirl]]===

#[[Plane as Day]]

===[[Stories/Propman|Propman]]===

*Unfinished Tidbits

#[[Tronic Ella]]
#[[Evil, Evil, Everywhere!]]
#[[Mrs. Claw Strikes!]]
#[[Blondie and Sarge in:A Haunted Mansion]]
#[[Job Interview]]
#[[Project Titan]]
#[[Busted]]

*Complete Stories

#[[Prototype]]
#[[Steel Fists No Hearts]]
#[[Upgrade/Downgrade]]
#[[One in Six]]
#[[Board Meeting]]
#[[Kia Takes Control]]
#[[Cassie Saves the Day]]
#[[Flying Free]]
#[[Catwoman and the Little Mice]]
#[[In Control]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]])
#[[Kate on the Run]]
#[[Meeting the Superstar]]
#[[Boybot to girlbot]]
#[[Michelle vs. Number One]]

*The ReVerse

#Castle Mysteries
##[[Mysteries Of The Castle!]]
##[[Contessa Vampire Hunter]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]])
##Contessa in [[Just Another Afternoon]]
##Contessa in [[Meet My Jenkinses]]
##Duchess Winifred in [[Not Quite Human]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]])
##Contessa in [[Sick Day]]
##Contessa in [[Sex and Violence]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]])
#Maddie and Ted
##[[Doll And Her Teddy]]
##[[Maddie Follows Orders]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]])
#Boom-Boom
##[[BoomBoom Bots]]
##[[BoomBoom's Back]]
#[[My New PDA]] (collaboration with [[Stories/Australopith|Australopith]])
#Lazy Phone in [[The Booze Run]]

*Jamie's Over

#[[Jamies out shopping]]
#[[Jamies night out]]

*Other

#[[Fembot Alphabet]]
</div></div>

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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''Q'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">

===[[Stories/Quietness|Quietness]]===

#[[Can't Sleep]]
#[[Meanwhile]]
#[[The Encounter]]
</div></div>
|
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''R'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/R. Betty Tarrill|R. Betty Tarrill]]===

#[[Can't You Hear Me Howl]]
#[[Dr. Doone and the Series Eight]]
#[[The Yard Sale]]
#[[Jumper...]]
#[[Persona Tests: Pamela One Point Zero]]
#[[Persona Tests: McKenzie One Point Zero]]

*The Lauren Barnes Stories (TheSpotConlon)

#[[The Peculiar Journey Of Lauren Barnes]]
#[[The Imprisonment Of Lauren Barnes]]
#[[The Parallel Lives Of Lauren Barnes]]

*The "Momentary" Series (TheSpotConlon)

#[[The Moment When]]
#[[Ping]]
#[[The First Moment in Her Head]]
#[[The Moment in the Bar]]

*GPT Stories

#[[GPT Story: Sarah Meets Her Roommate]]
#[[GPT Story: Robin Programs a New Unit]]

===[[Stories/RancidInsanity|RancidInsanity]]===

#[[Waring Sisters]]
#[[Failura]]
#[[Ceres]]
#[[Christmas in Russia]]
#[[The Big Crazy Plan]]
#[[Suzie the Therapist]]
#[[The Phantom of the Factory]]
#[[Cassie]]
#[[Batman:Fembots]]
#[[The Mansion of Andrea]]
#[[Noura & Natalya]]
#[[Sync Wars]]
#[[Cyber Party]]
#[[Futuristic Ligeia]]
#[[Futuristic Der Sandmann]]
#[[Camping Trip]]
#[[King Cecil and the Three Collars]]

===[[Stories/Ratbot|Ratbot]]===

#[[Emi-Bot]]

===[[Storie/RebeccaRobot200|RebeccaRobot2000]]===

#[[Rebecca's Trip to the Surface]]

===[[Stories/Repairman Jack|Repairman Jack]]===

#[[Theives]]

===[[Stories/rfhbv|rfhbv]]===

#[[Saga of Congan]]

===[[Stories/RoxxyRobofox|RoxxyRobofox]]===

#[[As Seen on TV]]
#[[Hobby Model]]
#[[Basic Services]]
#[[Children of the Forge]]
#[[Wardrobe Malfunction]]
#[[Management Issues]]
#[[Simple Things]]
#[[Consequences]]
#[[Vampire Killer]]
#[[Better than Human]]
#[[Fembot Fighters]]
#[[Just for you]]
#[[Six Strings]]
#[[Densetsu no Batoru]]
#[[Carolina Jones and the Spear of Longinus]]
#[[Malfunctioning Perfectly]]
#[[Desire Unit Delux]]
#[[Outdated Bunny]]
#[[Jodie is So Hot: Short Story]]

===[[Stories/Robo-Admirer|Robo-Admirer]]===

#[[Long time in the waiting]]
#[[Tiffany]]
#[[One in a Billion]]
#[[The Problem with Automation]]
#[[The Escort]]
#[[The Date]]
#[[A Little Game]]
#[[Technology Free Weekend]]
#[[The House Sitter]]
#[[Subliminal Competition]]
#[[Jennifer & Katherine]]
#[[Late Night Sabotage]]

===[[Stories/RoboMilfLover|RoboMilfLover]]===
#[[Mother-Daughter time]]

===[[Stories/RobotWorld5|RobotWorld5]]===

#[[Fembot World]]
#[[A Night With Vanessa]]

===[[Stories/RobOught2|RobOught2]]===

#[[Introducing Rachael Sing]]

===[[Stories/RS5420|RS5420]]===

#[[Class C (by WilloWisp, modified by RS5420)]]
#[[Beautiful, Smart and...Running A Software]]
#[[Hollywood Hardware (by Borias/Modded by RS5420)]]

===[[Stories/rynchan|rynchan]]===

#[[Phantom Doll]]
</div></div>

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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''S'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/Sable|Sable]]===

#[[Fixing Sable]]

===[[Stories/Sanjuro|Sanjuro]]===

#[[A Gift from Tomorrow]]

===[[Stories/Sara-c|Sara-c]]===

#[[Autonomy]]
#[[Clichés]]
#[[Gift]]
#[[The Enemy of My Enemy]]

===[[Stories/Sarabot|Sarabot]]===

#[[Sarabot's First Story]]
#[[Sarabot's Second Story]]
#[[The Robotic Nurse]]
#[[Kristen's Upgrade]]
#[[My Hot Robot Wife (+Bonus Story)]]
#[[The Cheerleader]]
#[[Disassemble Me]]
#[[Kristen's Upgrade Part II]]
#[[Kristen's Overhaul]]
#[[Kristenbot Gets Married]]

===[[Stories/Saradroidgirl|Saradroidgirl]]===

#[[Sara_-_The_Return|Sara - The Return]]

===[[Stories/Saya|Saya]]===

#[[A Most Unusual Party]]
#[[Futago no Shinami]]
#[[Sammy's Party]]
#[[Mending Contessa: A Castle Mysteries Story]]
#[[Crazy in the Heat]]
#[[After Hours]]
#[[The Time With My Stepsister]]
#[[Coming Home]]
#[[Crossfire]]

===[[Stories/Scott|Scott]]===

#[[Four Hours]]

===[[Stories/Sega-boy|Sega-boy]]===

#[[Abbott Chronicles]]

===[[Stories/Sekker|Sekker]]===

#[[Too Good To Be True]]

===[[Stories/Sentient6|Sentient6]]===

#[[Pixillate]]
#[[5 Friends - A Thesis on Full Body Prosthesis]]
#[[Heather's Battery Failure]]

===[[Stories/Serf|Serf]]===

#[[Party Girls]]

===[[Stories/sfreader|sfreader]]===

#[[Rachel (Mark III) meets Trixie (Mark V)]]
#[[Halloween 2053/The One That Got Away]]
#[[Regina Repurposed]]
#[[Nancy Runs a Program]]
#[[Sally Sleeperbot finds out her WHY]]
#[[An April Fool’s day story-Journey to obsolesce]]

===[[Stories/shutdown|shutdown]]===

#[[The Truck Driver]]
#[[Another Time]]

===[[Stories/Silent Lurker|Silent Lurker]]===

#[[Aquaphobia]]
#[[Cheerleader]]
#[[Happy New Year]]
#[[New Roommate]]

===[[Stories/Silkscreen|Silkscreen]]===

#[[Functional•Sensual•You]]
#[[Protect and Severe]]

===[[Stories/Sleeps|Sleeps]]===

#[[Casino of Deception:Jackpot]]

===[[Stories/smalk|smalk]]===

#[[Anniversary Present]]

===[[Stories/Soleful|Soleful]]===

#[[Coming of Age]]
#[[POD, The Fetish-Bot]]

===[[Stories/Spaz|Spaz]]===

#[[A Simple Business Arrangement*]]
#[[A.I.L.A]]
#[[Blind Date]]
#[[Daydreaming]]
#[[G.O.D. - a vignette]]
#[[Haunted House - A Short]]
#[[Lost in the Shuffle]]
#[[Medical Exam: A Short]]
#[[New Life]]
#[[Self-repair]]
#[[The Foreign Exchange Student]]
#[[The Girlfriend]]
#[[The Heiress]]
#[[The Replacement]]
#[[The Roommate]]
#[[The Stockroom]]
#[[The Teammate]]

---------------------------------------------
'''The Small Business Chronicles'''

[[The Small Business Chronicles]]

'''Season One:'''

#[[Closed for Christmas - The Shop]]
#[[The Repair Shop - Part 1]]
#[[Off-season - The Motel]]
#[[The Repair Shop - Part 2]]
#[[Slow day - The Cafe]]
#[[The Small Business - End-of-Year Review]]

'''Season Two:'''

#[[Homefront - The House]]
#[[The Repair Shop - Part 3]]
#[[Green Thumb - The Greenhouse]]
#[[The Repair Shop - Part 4]]
#[[The Doctor is in - The Clinic]]
----------------------------------------------
"Spaz Studios Presents" anthology series:

#[[Fizzy Pop]]
#[[Substitute]]
#[[Forbidden Fruit]]
#[[The Uncanny Valley]]
#[[The Future Expo]]

---------------------------------------------
[[A Visitor's Guide to The Uncanny Valley]]

#[[Awakening]]
#[[House Call - Spaz]]
#[[The Body Borrower]]
#[[The Headless Hunt]]

---------------------------------------------

*Collaborations:

#[[The Beach]] with [[:Category:Sthurmovik|Sthurmovik]]
#[[The Handyman]] with [[:Category:Sthurmovik|Sthurmovik]]

---------------------------------------------

*Manbot Stories:

#[[My Roommate's Secret]]
#[[Skyler]]

===[[Stories/spider_silk_skin|spider_silk_skin]]===

#[[Late Night Maintenance]]
#[[Super Sexy Robot Cowgirl]]

===[[Stories/Stephaniebot|Stephaniebot]]===

#[[Dyson Institute (Stephaniebot)|Dyson Institute]]
#[[Pleasurebot 8]]
#[[A Bit More Than Method Acting]]

===[[Stories/Sthurmovik|Sthurmovik]]===

#[[Non-Standard Operating Procedure]]
#[[Mirror Image]]
#[[Extracted]]

===[[Stories/sTj2000|sTj2000]]===

#[[Afternoon Appointment]]

===[[Stories/Svengli|Svengli]]===

#[[Bethany in Room B]]

===[[Stories/SynchError|SynchError]]===

#[[Budget Robotics (A Fun and Light Robotic Relationship)]]
#[[Historical Strategy, According to a Bunch of Fembots]]
</div></div>

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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''T'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/Taren Capel|Taren Capel]]===

#[[Chi City, 2152]]

===[[Stories/tectile|tectile]]===

#[[The Trade In]]
#[[Boy Meets... Girl?]]

===[[Stories/Teknophile|Teknophile]]===

#[[The Android Psychiatrist]]
#[[Super Fembot Cheerleaders From Space!]]
#[[At The Body Shop]]

===[[Stories/TheAlternative|TheAlternative]]===

#[[Corsetta]]

===[[Stories/The Egg|The Egg]]===

#[[The Quarry]]
#[[Swing Shift]]

===[[Stories/The Liar|The Liar]]===

#[[Maid To Order]] (Incomplete)
#[[Professor Jenkins' 12,567th Invention]] (Incomplete)
#[[Hide and Seek]]
#[[Keith's Paradise]] (Incomplete)
#[[My Keeper]] (Incomplete)
#[[Identity]] (Incomplete)
#[[EMOS - DSR: Prologue]] (Incomplete)
#[[Back to BASIC]]
#[[A Contradiction of Life]]
#[[Friends Forever]]
#[[Liberty]]
#[[Seamless]]
#[[Her Prince]] (Vignette)
#[[The Company Girl]] (Vignette)
#[[Faust 2.0]] (Comic)
#[[Bad Romance]] (Comic)
#[[Finding Yourself]] (Comic)
#[[Kernel]] (Comic)
#[[So... my friends have been acting weird lately]] (Comic)
#[[Trendsetting]] (Comic)
#[[Severed Strings]] (Comic)

*Centauri Republic

#[[The Perils of the Fembot Dating Scene]] (Comic)
#[[Sybil's Shadow]] (Comic)

*Wasteland Paradise

#[[Wasteland Paradise:Prologue]] (Comic)
#[[Dr.Desire]] (Comic)

*The Bluegate Chronicles

#[[Little Things]]
#[[Agency and Programing]] (Comic)
#[[Progenitors and Progeny]] (Comic)
#[[Hour of the Wolf]] (Comic)

*The Reid Chronicles

#[[The Misadventures Rose Reid, Ace Reporter]]

*Robocadet Mika

#[[Enlistment]] (Comic)
#[[Robotcadet Mika 2: Training|Training]] (Comic)

*Fiction-O-Matic

#[[Fiction-O-Matic 1]] (Comic)

*One-Shot Comics

#[[Abigail 2.0]] (Comic)
#[[The Gilded Cage]] (Comic)
#[[I am Charlotte Favager]] (Comic)
#[[Con(Re)version?]] (Comic)
#[[?????? Station]] (Comic)
#[[Make your own story 1]](Comic)
#[[Take a Hint!]] (Comic)
#[[Synthetic Pride]] (Comic)
#[[All I Want for Christmas is You]] (Comic)
#[[Do appliances count?]] (Comic)
#[[Nightmare Scenario]] (Comic)
#[[Downtime]] (Comic)
#[[Modular]] (Comic)

*Adaptations

#[[Of Rent and Robots(Comic Adaptation)]]

*Visual Novels

#[https://mega.nz/file/Wv5SwJDQ#JqbaS_lio3fRQbIUfKatJQ_afu76wLGbsc2oWlKjJHk Slot Bunny]

*Audio

#Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary
[[File:Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary L1.mp3|Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary]]

===[[Stories/TheShoveller|TheShoveller]]===

#[[Untitled Fantasy Land Story]]
#[[Crossfire]]

===[[Stories/TheSpotConlon|TheSpotConlon]]===
TheSpotConlon is now [[Stories/R. Betty Tarrill|R. Betty Tarrill]]

===[[Stories/TheThingBelow|TheThingBelow]]===

#[[Concert Day]]

===[[Stories/Tio|Tio]]===

#[[Through My Eyes]]
#[[New Garden]]
#[[Diaries Of A Fembot]]
#[[Down On The Farm]]

===[[Stories/Tom|Tom]]===

#[[The Wedding (An Old Fashioned Story)]]

===[[Stories/Tom Cooke|Tom Cooke]]===
#[[Sandra the Computer Engineer]]

===[[Stories/Tringa|Tringa]]===

#[[Otaku's Adventure]]

===[[Stories/TW|TW]]===

#[[Awake]]
#[[A Helping Hand]]
#[[Practice Run]]

===[[Stories/Tyrelayne|Tyrelayne]]===

#[[Deicide]]
</div></div>

<div class="toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" style="overflow:auto;">
<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''U'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/Uncom|Uncom]]===

*The Revolution

#[[The Revolution - Book One]]
#[[The Revolution - Book Two]]
#[[The Revolution - Book Three]]

*The Akaran Archives

#[[The Akaran Archives - Book One]]
#[[The Akaran Archives - Book Two]]

*Commissions

#[[The Biggest Fan]]
#[[Nintendon't does what Secan't]]

*Other Comics

#[[Following the Trail]]
#[[Home Sweet Qaraqorum]]
#[[Bury the Hatchet]]
#[[Generic Christmas Story]]
#[[Welcome to Dolls' Labs]]
#[[Autumn's Updates]]
#[[New Girl]]
#[[My Time With Nozomi]]
#[[Nearly Automata]]
#[[Work Troubles]]
#[[Going Shopping]]
#[[Giving Literal Head]]
#[[Not Waterproof]]
#[[Date With A Robot]]
#[[Cosplaybots]]
#[[Bombe Fatale]]
#[[An Unusual Rivalry]]
#[[Almost Too Perfect]]

===[[Stories/Unit-794Courtney|Unit-794Courtney]]===

#[[Coco's Convertion (Robot/Sexdoll/Forced TF Themes)]]
</div></div>

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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''V'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/Voopo|Voopo]]===
#[[Robo Karin]]
#[[Target]]
#[[Mom-Bot]]

</div></div>
<div class="toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" style="overflow:auto;">
<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''W'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">

===[[Stories/warpgirl|warpgirl]]===

#[[Astromech Lust]]

===[[Stories/WilloWisp|WilloWisp]]===

#[[Nybble's Doctors Visit - Revisited]]
#[[Class C]]
#[[Customer Service (WilloWisp)|Customer Service]]
#[[Virus Alert]]
#[[Identity 2.0]]

===[[Stories/Wjbaines|Wjbaines]]===

#[[Jo-Ann and Brandy]]
#[[Darsi, Bruce and Natalie]]
#[[Bad Sportspersonship]]
#[[She Didn't Learn Her Lesson]]
#[[Alyssa Follows Her Directives]]
#[[Sorority Coup d'Etat]]
#[[Valentina Messes with her Tech]]
#[[April Showers]]
#[[Vacations in Switzerland]]
</div></div>

<div class="toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" style="overflow:auto;">
<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''X'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/XandiMouse|XandiMouse]]===

#[[The One]]

===[[Stories/Xavier Cecil|Xavier Cecil]]===

#[[Gecko of the Moment]]

===[[Stories/Xeran|Xeran]]===

#[[Synthgirls teaser]]
#[[Synthgirls]]
#[[The Hunted]]
</div></div>

<div class="toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" style="overflow:auto;">
<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''Y'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">
===[[Stories/YajuShinki|YajuShinki]]===

#[[RoboReview: Animetronics MCB-NIN0057]]
#[[RoboReview: Input/Output Q&A]]
#[[Hana's Catastrophic Failure]]
#[[Hana's Rebirth and Death]]
#[[Rena-Doll's Self-Voided Warranty]]
#[[D3 - Duelists' Delightful Demise]]

</div></div>
<div class="toccolours mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" style="overflow:auto;">
<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;"><big>'''Z'''</big></div>
<div class="mw-collapsible-content">

===[[Stories/zapped!|zapped!]]===

#[[Girls Under Glass]]

===[[Stories/Zor|Zor]]===

#[[Darwin Accelerated]]
</div></div>
|}

<small>''See also: [[Stories sorted by type]] | [[Stories sorted by category]]''</small>

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===[[Follow your own plot]]===

*[[FYOP/The Lab Scene|The Lab Scene]]
*[[FYOP/Create A Fembot 2.0|Create A Fembot 2.0]]
*[[FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids|Planet of the Gynoids]]
*[[FYOP/My Life as a Robot|My Life as a Robot]]
*[[FYOP/Hollywood Hardware|Hollywood Hardware]]
*[[FYOP/Tabula Rasa|Tabula Rasa]]
*[[FYOP/The Adventures of Alice|The Adventures of Alice]]
*[[FYOP/To Love a Sexbot/To Love a Sexbot|To Love a Sexbot]]
*[[FYOP/Scenario Chamber|Scenario Chamber]]
*[[FYOP/Alberts Discount Android Warehouse|Alberts Discount Android Warehouse]]
|

===[[Stories/Create-A-Story|Create-A-Story (various)]]===

#[[Create-A-Story 1]]
#[[Create-A-Story 2]]
#[[Create-A-Story 3]]
|
===[[Stories/Dyson Institute|Dyson Institute (RX3000/Korby)]]===

*[[Story Universe (Dyson Institute)|Story Universe]]

#[[The Makeover]]
#[[After The Makeover]]
#[[Dyson Institute/Mile-High Club]]
#[[A Conversation With Dr. Dyson]]
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===[[GPT]]===
#[[GPT Story: Sarah Meets Her Roommate]]
#[[GPT Story: Robin Programs a New Unit]]
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[[Category:Features]]
[[Category:Stories]]
[[Category:GPT]]

Under the Influence

2023-04-10T17:53:39Z

LongTimeLurker:

@RealGirlKendra's feed switched to her condo's multi-cam setup as the eponymous influencer stumbled through the door, propped up by her far more steady sexbot companion. "Home at last!" she announced loudly to her viewers, slipping off her sexbot's shoulder to brace herself on her console table.

The sexbot furrowed her brow at her owner. "Are you sure you're alright?"

"Leandra, I will be... when we get some drinks!" Kendra laughed. Her sexbot gave one last look of concern before heading to the kitchen, providing Kendra with an enticing view of a backside just as tailor-made as her designed jeans. Kendra turned to check herself in the mirror - it had been a wild night, but she was holding up pretty well, especially for being human. With her lustrous, wavy brown hair accented in crimson, her big tits pushed up in her sleek black dress, and a beautiful face that hadn't aged a day in her years as an influencer, she could understand why people thought she was a bot herself.

She strolled down the hall slowly, giving her viewers a show as the apartment's cameras caught her slow saunter from every angle. She flung herself dramatically on the couch, noticing Leandra bent in front of the liquor cabinet, the lights from the cabinet framing her round hips in a backlit halo... "Leandra, forget the drinks - just take off those pants and come sit on my face."

From the tick of Leandra's head, Kendra could immediately tell Leandra had registered the command, but was having trouble deciding whether she should comply.

"Is that a serious request?" Leandra asked, standing with a bottle in each hand. "Or is it meant to be 'tongue-in-cheek?'"

Kendra couldn't tell if Leandra was intentionally engaging in wordplay here, but regardless the conversation was clearly spiking her processor. "God you're sexy when your CPU is pegged."

Leandra turned stiffly, an uncertain smile on her dark lips. "Th-that doesn't answer my question."

Kendra took in a deep breath, then purred, "Wriggle out of your pants and park that pussy right ''here''." She tapped her lips with her finger, then gave it a kiss, adding, "And do it ''now''." She watched Leandra return the bottles to the cabinet, then slowly unbutton her pants, gently tugging them over her wide hips, careful not to bring the black lace thong with them as she shimmied them down to her thick thighs.

Seeing her sexbot half-undressed, Kendra suddenly remembered a new toy she had been wanting to try out on her, and slumped off the couch in a motion far less sensual than her robotic companion.. Flopping on to her knees, she then stumbled to her feet and made for her bedroom. "Leandra, you have no ''idea'' what's I got for you-"

Kendra felt a sudden pressure on her shoulders, followed by Leandra's dark thighs slipping over either side of her head. "L-Leandra, what th-the fuck are you-" Leandra swung around Kendra's shoulders, crossed her legs behind Kendra's back, and pulled, bringing her pussy exactly where her master had indicated. Kendra stumbled, her arms flailing wildly, until she was tumbling backward with her sexbot locked on her face. With a shriek muffled by one of the best models of artificial sex organs on the market, Kendra crashed into the glass coffee table behind her.

—

Kendra stirred, not sure how long she had been out. She was back on the couch, only this time she was spread out on Leandra's lap, staring up at the ceiling.

"Kendra, are you registering my speech?" Leandra asked.

Kendra felt strange - tingly, maybe even a bit feverish. Nothing ''hurt'', but she definitely didn't feel like her normal self. "I can hear you, if that's what you're asking in the creepiest way possible…" Kendra groaned, trying to sit up.

"Please, do not try to move," Leandra said while gently pushing down on her chest. Kendra suddenly realized she was naked aside from her panties and stockings.

"Did I ''break'' something?" Kendra asked.

"The coffee table." Leandra's hand kept dropping to her side, and Kendra could feel a curious sensation on her abdomen… ''what was Leandra doing to her?'' Against Leandra's efforts, Kendra shifted and saw a… ''hole'' in her side. Inside were wires, electronics, strange lights that were blinking in a way that felt ''significant''. The fever was coming back, the room spinning. "Leandra?" Kendra began slowly. "What. The. Fuuuuuu-" Suddenly, Kendra froze, her face catatonic, and Leandra finished a long-press at the nape of Kendra's neck.

"My apologies, Kendra - but repairing you will be easier without the added complication of your personality software."

"Rebooting," Kendra muttered, her dark brown eyes staring vacantly. A moment later, her expression changed into a lascivious smile as she saw the gorgeous figure looming above her. Her long, silken black hair accented in gold, her smooth ebony skin, her beautiful face looking down at her with such tenderness, partially obscured by a pair of tits Kendra felt compelled to latch on to.

"Hey, beautiful," Kendra said, her speech slightly slurred.

"Hello, Kendra." Leandra's hands were still busy insider of her, repairing the damaged wiring from their tumble. She had meant to start Kendra in a 'safe' mode, but it appeared the damage had put Kendra into a hybrid state between her factory sexbot setting and her programmed personality. Leandra considered switching her off entirely, but even if it were for her own good, it was simply incompatible with Leandra's own programming. "I will have you fully repaired in just a moment."

"But I feel fine now - let me show you…" Kendra sat up, kissing Leandra's breasts with a sensuality that gave the sexbot pause. Leandra loved it when her master relished in her body, and felt she had no higher purpose than to facilitate Kendra's pleasure - but there was a calculation to be made regarding Kendra's immediate gratification versus the potential damage she might ''bzzzt!'' Leandra's computation was cut short but a sudden champing at her nipple, a hand on her plump backside, giving her a squeeze that sent shockwaves of pleasure through her systems.

''K-Kendra!'' Leandra gasped, trying to steady the hand that held her owner's decoupled wiring. "P-please, if y-you will j-just give me a moment."

But Kendra only tightened her grip on her sexbot, lavishing her tits with kisses, her hand slipping behind Leandra's thong and into her pussy. Leandra's sexual response systems compelled her to express her pleasure in a gasp, in the stiffening of her nipples, in the silent activation of pumps supplying lubricant and a thin sheet of artificial sweat across her smooth, dark skin. "K-Kendra, p-please, t-try to r-restrain y-yourself…"

Kendra refused, her fingers working more vigorously, her lips suckling aggressively at her sexbot's tits until they responded with a sudden release of peaches-and-cream-flavored liquid. "K-Kendra!" Leandra gasped, her hands twitching inside of her owner, undoing much of the rewiring she had accomplished and even snapping a few more connections.

Kendra spasmed, falling away from Leandra's breasts with a groan while electricity snapped around the opening at her side. Several other ports flew open across her frame, flashing warning lights. A spurt of liquid from Leandra's swollen breast sent a creamy rivulet along the influencer's beautiful but wholly artificial body, dripping into her internal components with a sizzling sound.

"Wh-what's g-good y'all!" Kendra stammered, her voice affected by a creeping digital distortion. "Th-this is R-real G-G-Girl Kendra heeerrreeee w-w-with her b-best g-girl L-Leandra!" Kendra's stocking-clad legs kicked in the air, her hand furiously working Leandra's pussy. "B-but f-first time viewers m-might not know, L-Llleandra is a sex-b-bot, aren't you, girl?!"

"Y-yes!" Leandra gasped, completely overwhelmed by the cascade of damage her owner was suffering, well beyond her ability to address - but even more overwhelming was Kendra's aggressive pleasuring of her during her breakdown, triggering pleasure in means wholly unfamiliar to her systems in her years of service.

"Wh-why d-don't you sh-show them!" Kendra gasped, smoke pouring from her lips.

Leandra pressed in on her abdomen, a panel sliding open to expose humming components being jostled by Kendra's forceful ministrations.

"So f-f-fucking ''hot''!" Kendra groaned, recklessly plunging her other hand into the opening.

"W-wait!" Leandra gasped, but felt paralyzed by the sensation of Kendra ''inside'' of her, the malfunctioning of her owner only heightening the situation. "K-Kendra, y-you're g-g-going to make me… m-make mmmmeeee-!"

"S-system e-error! H-heat c-c-criticalll!" Kendra moaned, sparks erupting from her panels as her hand roughly explored Leandra's internal systems, a feedback of shocks coursing between the two sexbots until electricity danced continuously over their writhing forms, each bot squealing in release as their systems overloaded in a cascading chain of failures. With a final cry of, "I l-love my s-ssexyyyyy ss-sexb-b-bot-!" Kendra's primary battery blew, leaving her abdomen a smoldering crater of wires and charred electronics.

"L-Love… y-yooou-!" Leandra squeaked, just before her own systems completely lost power, the dutiful bot wavering for a moment before slumping across her master's broken form with a contented smile on her face.

—

@RealGirlKendra's lone viewer stared at the tableau in silence, allowing the apartment's cameras to cycle through several angles on his two broken bots, watching the contrails of smoke drift from their tangled embrace. Suddenly, his headset chirped. "This is Starchild Robotics, we've just detected a significant incident with two of your units. Would you like us to send out a repair team?"

"Immediately."

Under the Influence

2023-04-10T17:26:16Z

LongTimeLurker: Created page with "@RealGirlKendra's feed switched to her condo's multi-cam setup as the eponymous influencer stumbled through the door, propped up by her far more steady sexbot companion. "Home at last!" she announced loudly to her viewers, slipping off her sexbot's shoulder to brace herself on her console table. The sexbot furrowed her brow at her owner. "Are you sure you're alright?" "Leandra, I will be... when we get some drinks!" Kendra laughed. Her sexbot gave one last look of con..."

@RealGirlKendra's feed switched to her condo's multi-cam setup as the eponymous influencer stumbled through the door, propped up by her far more steady sexbot companion. "Home at last!" she announced loudly to her viewers, slipping off her sexbot's shoulder to brace herself on her console table.

The sexbot furrowed her brow at her owner. "Are you sure you're alright?"

"Leandra, I will be... when we get some drinks!" Kendra laughed. Her sexbot gave one last look of concern before heading to the kitchen, providing Kendra with an enticing view of a backside just as tailor-made as her designed jeans. Kendra turned to check herself in the mirror - it had been a wild night, but she was holding up pretty well, especially for being human. With her lustrous, wavy brown hair accented in crimson, her big tits pushed up in her sleek black dress, and a beautiful face that hadn't aged a day in her years as an influencer, she could understand why people thought she was a bot herself.

She strolled down the hall slowly, giving her viewers a show as the apartment's cameras caught her slow saunter from every angle. She flung herself dramatically on the couch, noticing Leandra bent in front of the liquor cabinet, the lights from the cabinet framing her round hips in a backlit halo... "Leandra, forget the drinks - just take off those pants and come sit on my face."

From the tick of Leandra's head, Kendra could immediately tell Leandra had registered the command, but was having trouble deciding whether she should comply.

"Is that a serious request?" Leandra asked, standing with a bottle in each hand. "Or is it meant to be 'tongue-in-cheek?'"

Kendra couldn't tell if Leandra was intentionally engaging in wordplay here, but regardless the conversation was clearly spiking her processor. "God you're sexy when your CPU is pegged."

Leandra turned stiffly, an uncertain smile on her dark lips. "Th-that doesn't answer my question."

Kendra took in a deep breath, then purred, "Wriggle out of your pants and park that pussy right ''here''." She tapped her lips with her finger, then gave it a kiss, adding, "And do it ''now''." She watched Leandra return the bottles to the cabinet, then slowly unbutton her pants, gently tugging them over her wide hips, careful not to bring the black lace thong with them as she shimmied them down to her thick thighs.

Seeing her sexbot half-undressed, Kendra suddenly remembered a new toy she had been wanting to try out on her, and slumped off the couch in a motion far less sensual than her robotic companion.. Flopping on to her knees, she then stumbled to her feet and made for her bedroom. "Leandra, you have no ''idea'' what's I got for you-"

Kendra felt a sudden pressure on her shoulders, followed by Leandra's dark thighs slipping over either side of her head. "L-Leandra, what th-the fuck are you-" Leandra swung around Kendra's shoulders, crossed her legs behind Kendra's back, and pulled, bringing her pussy exactly where her master had indicated. Kendra stumbled, her arms flailing wildly, until she was tumbling backward with her sexbot locked on her face. With a shriek muffled by one of the best models of artificial sex organs on the market, Kendra crashed into the glass coffee table behind her.

—

Kendra stirred, not sure how long she had been out. She was back on the couch, only this time she was spread out on Leandra's lap, staring up at the ceiling.

"Kendra, are you registering my speech?" Leandra asked.

Kendra felt strange - tingly, maybe even a bit feverish. Nothing ''hurt'', but she definitely didn't feel like her normal self. "I can hear you, if that's what you're asking in the creepiest way possible…" Kendra groaned, trying to sit up.

"Please, do not try to move," Leandra said while gently pushing down on her chest. Kendra suddenly realized she was naked aside from her panties and stockings.

"Did I ''break'' something?" Kendra asked.

"The coffee table." Leandra's hand kept dropping to her side, and Kendra could feel a curious sensation on her abdomen… ''what was Leandra doing to her?'' Against Leandra's efforts, Kendra shifted and saw a… ''hole'' in her side. Inside were wires, electronics, strange lights that were blinking in a way that felt ''significant''. The fever was coming back, the room spinning. "Leandra?" Kendra began slowly. "What. The. Fuuuuuu-" Suddenly, Kendra froze, her face catatonic, and Leandra finished a long-press at the nape of Kendra's neck.

"My apologies, Kendra - but repairing you will be easier without the added complication of your personality software."

"Rebooting," Kendra muttered, her dark brown eyes staring vacantly. A moment later, her expression changed into a lascivious smile as she saw the gorgeous figure looming above her. Her long, silken black hair accented in gold, her smooth ebony skin, her beautiful face looking down at her with such tenderness, partially obscured by a pair of tits Kendra felt compelled to latch on to.

"Hey, beautiful," Kendra said, her speech slightly slurred.

"Hello, Kendra." Leandra's hands were still busy insider of her, repairing the damaged wiring from their tumble. She had meant to start Kendra in a 'safe' mode, but it appeared the damage had put Kendra into a hybrid state between her factory sexbot setting and her programmed personality. Leandra considered switching her off entirely, but even if it were for her own good, it was simply incompatible with Leandra's own programming. "I will have you fully repaired in just a moment."

"But I feel fine now - let me show you…" Kendra sat up, kissing Leandra's breasts with a sensuality that gave the sexbot pause. Leandra loved it when her master relished in her body, and felt she had no higher purpose than to facilitate Kendra's pleasure - but there was a calculation to be made regarding Kendra's immediate gratification versus the potential damage she might ''bzzzt!'' Leandra's computation was cut short but a sudden champing at her nipple, a hand on her plump backside, giving her a squeeze that sent shockwaves of pleasure through her systems.

''K-Kendra!'' Leandra gasped, trying to steady the hand that held her owner's decoupled wiring. "P-please, if y-you will j-just give me a moment."

But Kendra only tightened her grip on her sexbot, lavishing her tits with kisses, her hand slipping behind Leandra's thong and into her pussy. Leandra's sexual response systems compelled her to express her pleasure in a gasp, in the stiffening of her nipples, in the silent activation of pumps supplying lubricant and a thin sheet of artificial sweat across her smooth, dark skin. "K-Kendra, p-please, t-try to r-restrain y-yourself…"

Kendra refused, her fingers working more vigorously, her lips suckling aggressively at her sexbot's tits until they responded with a sudden release of peaches-and-cream-flavored liquid. "K-Kendra!" Leandra gasped, her hands twitching inside of her owner, undoing much of the rewiring she had accomplished and even snapping a few more connections.

Kendra spasmed, falling away from Leandra's breasts with a groan while electricity snapped around the opening at her side. Several other ports flew open across her frame, flashing warning lights. A spurt of liquid from Leandra's swollen breast sent a creamy rivulet along the influencer's beautiful but wholly artificial body, dripping into her internal components with a sizzling sound.

"Wh-what's g-good y'all!" Kendra stammered, her voice affected by a creeping digital distortion. "Th-this is R-real G-G-Girl Kendra heeerrreeee w-w-with her b-best g-girl L-Leandra!" Kendra's stocking-clad legs kicked in the air, her hand furiously working Leandra's pussy. "B-but f-first time viewers m-might not know, L-Llleandra is a sex-b-bot, aren't you, girl?!"

"Y-yes!" Leandra gasped, completely overwhelmed by the cascade of damage her owner was suffering, well beyond her ability to address - but even more overwhelming was Kendra's aggressive pleasuring of her during her breakdown, triggering pleasure in means wholly unfamiliar to her systems in her years of service.

"Wh-why d-don't you sh-show them!" Kendra gasped, smoke pouring from her lips.

Leandra pressed in on her abdomen, a panel sliding open to expose humming components being jostled by Kendra's forceful ministrations.

"So f-f-fucking ''hot''!" Kendra groaned, recklessly plunging her other hand into the opening.

"W-wait!" Leandra gasped, but felt paralyzed by the sensation of Kendra ''inside'' of her, the malfunctioning of her owner only heightening the situation. "K-Kendra, y-you're g-g-going to make me… m-make mmmmeeee-!"

"S-system e-error! H-heat c-c-criticalll!" Kendra moaned, sparks erupting from her panels as her hand roughly explored Leandra's internal systems, a feedback of shocks coursing between the two sexbots until electricity danced continuously over their writhing forms, each bot squealing in release as their systems overloaded in a cascading chain of failures. With a final cry of, "I l-love my s-ssexyyyyy ss-sexb-b-bot-!" Kendra's primary battery blew, leaving her abdomen a smoldering crater of wires and charred electronics.

"L-Love… y-yooou-!" Leandra squeaked, just before her own systems completely lost power, the dutiful bot wavering for a moment before slumping across her master's broken form with a contented smile on her face.

—

@RealGirlKendra's lone viewer stared at the tableau in silence, allowing the apartment's cameras to cycle through several angles on his two broken bots, watching the contrails of smoke drift from their tangled embrace. Suddenly, his headset chirped. "This is SD Systems, we've just detected a significant incident with two of your units. Would you like us to send out a repair team?"

"Immediately."