Naughty or Nice - Revision history

LongTimeLurker at 20:13, 27 December 2025

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	“Anne-“		“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!”		“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-“		“But-“
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	=Part 9=		=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!"		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!"

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	"Y-y-yeah!" he stammered, his dazed expression shrouded in smoke.		"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!"		"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.		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.
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	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.		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 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?"		Max looked up from the parking lot sidewalk, glancing at Anne. "You OK?"

LongTimeLurker at 19:50, 27 December 2025

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	"Yeah, and it's gonna be a real bitch trying to top it next year!"		"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.		Max's gasp turned into a coughing fit and Anne laughed, hugging him close.

	"Merry Christmas," she said, leaning in for a kiss.		"Merry Christmas," she said, leaning in for a kiss.

LongTimeLurker at 19:12, 27 December 2025

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	~~=Naughty or Nice=~~		=Part 1=
	==Part 1==
	“Would you look at the ass on this elf!?”		“Would you look at the ass on this elf!?”

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	“Well,” Max sighed, retrieving the cracked and glitching tablet from the ground. “Time to get to work.”		“Well,” Max sighed, retrieving the cracked and glitching tablet from the ground. “Time to get to work.”

	==Part 2==		=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?”		“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?”

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	“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.		“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==		=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.”		“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.”

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	Above Evangeline’s tanned cleavage, a vent suddenly sprang open, and Max heard a number of fans wining in desperation.		Above Evangeline’s tanned cleavage, a vent suddenly sprang open, and Max heard a number of fans wining in desperation.

	==Part 4==		=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.		“You’ve d-done something to the climate control system!” Evangeline growled, the sudden vent on her chest going without notice or comment.

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	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!”		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==		=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?"		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?"

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	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.		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==		=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?"		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?"

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	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.		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==		=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.		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.
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	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.		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==		=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.		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.

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	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.		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.

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Part 8

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	==Part 8==		==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.		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 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, 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.

	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.		"Just looking at a few of the crystals here..." Max said, poking at one of the displays.
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	"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.		"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?''		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 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!"		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.		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.		"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 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!"		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!"
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	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.		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.		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.

LongTimeLurker: /* Part 7 */

2023-12-27T06:39:08Z

Part 7

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	==Part 7==		==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.		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?		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.		"I'd love to," Max said, returning her grin, 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.		"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 ~~select~~ buttons. "Do you want to warm up first? Or should we dive right in?"		"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…"		"How about a warm-up?" Max suggested. "You can show me how it's done…"
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	Max gave her a coy smile. "Maybe I've got a secret weapon..."		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..."		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.		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.
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	"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!"		"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!'		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 payment.		"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.		"I th-think the g-game is busted," she insisted.

	"Or you could be…" Max muttered.		"Or ''you'' could be…" Max muttered.

	"Wh-what?" she stammered, more sparks emanating from her temple~~, highlighting her annoyed expression~~.		"Wh-what?" she stammered, more sparks emanating from her temple.

	"Actually, I think those pants of yours might be a little too tight…?"		"Actually, I think those pants of yours might be a little too tight…?"
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	"Sure!" Max started, theatrically pulling out his card before pausing. "Although… isn't this one on you? I mean, you ''did'' just lose…"		"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.		"L-lose!?" she gasped.

	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.		"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==		==Part 8==

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 "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…"
+"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.
+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.

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	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.		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.

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	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.		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.		“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!”		“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!”
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	"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.		"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.		"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!		"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!
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	"N-num-number one in cust-customer sastisfactionnnn!" she chirped from her prone position, the beeping slowing ever-so-slightly.		"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!"		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-!"		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-!"

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	==Part 6==		==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.