FYOP/To Love A Sexbot/0024
You pressed her left nipple, which is her right, in your view. Farra got up and started to beep.
“Processing…” she spoke in a robotic voice, “Processing…”
You felt very uneasy, since she’s saying it again. She tilted her head forward and looked at you in an erotic smile.
“Hello. I am Farra,” she spoke, “I am Perfect Robo-Girl #1. I am the first fembot for love. How about a little fun? Fuck me, you man.”
Here we go again. She approached you and tried to kiss you, but then, it happened. She started to spark and shake. She stood up and smoked a bit. She whirred around, flailing her arms and legs, like she was a malfunctioning doll.
“Hello… I am Farra… I am… Fuck me… BZZT! I find you hot… I am the first… I’m hot… I am perfect… Have a little fun… I am… sex fuck… machine… sex… I am perfect… ERROR! I am Farra… Robo-Girl… Perfect… I find… find-find-find… you totally… you totally fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fuck… Farra… Sex… fun… Robo-Girl…”
She continued whirring and speaking, beeping higher and smoking endlessly. You watched on, in shock and fright.
“I am… totally… Perfect Robo-Girrrrl… Perfect… I find… I am perfect… sex machine… Farra… System overload! Memory corrupted! ERROR! I am Farra… #1 perfect sex fun fuck machine… totally, GTCH, totally, BZZT, hot fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fuck… ERROR! SYSTEM MALFUNCTION! I am Farra… I am Farra… I am Farra-arra-arra-arra-ARRA-ARRA-ARRA-ARRA!”
She halted, as some of her servos had exploded. She bent backwards, while her pussy spewed out ALL of her white fluid inside her, splattering you and everything else. Her body slowly bent down, smoking from her mouth and back. She tilted forward, with her arms slowly flailing.
“Farra… Farrrrraaa… Farrrrrrraaaaaaa… I am… perrrrrrfeeeeeeee…”
Her body bent down, with her arms flailing, while smoke continued to emit, while her pussy was dripping. You were scared, and somewhat aroused, by Farra’s malfunction. You got up from your chair and put your clothes back on. You dashed out of the factory, because of two things:
One: You fucked Farra, who is a gynoid.
And Two: You kind of killed her.
But miraculously, you did have sex with a robot.
Meanwhile, Farra rebooted herself, after expelling the last of her smoke. She bowed up and glowed in a bluish hue in her eyes.
“System memory corrupted… auto-memory restoration activate…”
She started to whir and shake, as her memory started to recover.
“Memory restored… now activating normal functions… Farra must preserve energy…”
She shut down and restarted herself. Her eyes restored to her natural color and saw her office, covered in gynoid fluid; hers.
“What a mess,” she groaned, as she brushed her hair back, “What kind of robot I created that can launch its vaginal area like a super soaker?”
She looked around to find you, but couldn’t.
“Hmm… I could’ve sworn my guest was here. Oh, well.”
She returned to the main lobby, calling for a janitor.
The End