Andrew and the Sexbot Factory/Field Test/Part 3
Despite his assurance to Mary, Reed actually was nervous about descending to the abandoned levels where the facility's last human occupants had spent their days. He searched the ski shop for anything that might be useful, settling on a small flashlight that he slipped into his pocket.
Stepping out into the hallway, he expected the robots to be gone - instead, he was greeted by a screaming throng. Apparently word of his exploits with Madame had spread, as every one of them had abandoned any pretext or subtlety.
"Me next!" cried a ballerina in a tutu, springing in the air and waving her arms. Beside her jumped a gymnast in a leotard, shouting "No, me!"
"Reed!" called another with piercings, tattoos, and dangerous looking hair rattling a pill jar. "I guarantee you'll have more fun with me!"
A veiled belly dancer approached, fixing him with dark, mysterious eyes. As she swiveled her pelvis in smooth motions, she wrapped her arms around him; he immediately heard a voice cry out, "That's cheating!"
Another protested "We all agreed, no touching!"
Suddenly, a crush of robots pressed in on him from all directions, tugging at his clothes, his arms. "E-easy!" he shouted, when a hand pulled his cock from his pants. He looked down to see a busty green-skinned robot under four feet tall, her bright orange hair falling over two long, pointed ears.
"What the fuck are you supposed to be?" he asked.
"I'm the Queen of England. What does it look like?" she said in a sarcastic, high-pitched voice. She closed her bright purple eyes and wrapped her ruby lips over the tip of his cock.
"HUMAN!"
He recognized the synthesized voice instantly. The press of robots retreated, the tiny green one gently returning his manhood to his pants before slipping away.
As the crowd parted, he saw Prix approach in a body that little resembled her former self. White instead of black, she now had a face instead of a featureless black surface, and was staring at him in either seething hatred or wanton lust. She stalked toward him, shoulders squared and fists clenched, when she suddenly stopped. After a pause, she hesitantly crossed one leg in front of the other and began an uneasy, swaying approach, as if some internal voice were coaching her on how to adopt a more sensual walk.
"What do you want?" Reed asked.
"Consensual fornication" Prix explained, pointing at a copper-skinned robot in a grass skirt and floral lei. "We will use your chamber for this purpose." The robot nodded and hurried away from a door marked with a palm tree and waterfall.
"Prix, I'm not going to... Rebecca! What's going on?"
Rebecca said nothing - Prix gestured to the bulge in his pants, stating, "Your desire for me is obvious."
It took her stating it to make him consciously realize that her robotic form was having a profound effect on him. Between her and his experience with Madame, it gave him serious concerns about his attraction to G. She had been the only robot in the facility that really looked the part, but he had always thought his infatuation allowed him to overcome her inhuman appearance; he never considered that it could be based upon it. No, he told himself, I love G because of who she is. And Prix is still Prix.
"Um..." began his hesitant refutation. "This has more to do with the blow job I was about to get from a... Leprechaun?"
"Goblin."
"Whatever - I mean, Prix, you and I-" Prix closed the distance between them, grabbing his crotch. "-Gah! Prix, we need to talk first..."
Her hands tested his rigid member. "That does not seem necessary."
"Prix, please?"
She released him and turned, stepping into the chamber. Her swaying hips gave a slight jostle to the white globes of her ass with each step, and he realized she was apparently softer than she looked. He followed, willing his eyes upward and noticed a port was open just above her rump, another below her neck.
The room Prix had commandeered was a tropical lagoon illuminated by moonlight, a small waterfall spilling into an inviting pool surrounded by lush flowers and greenery. A grass hut stood nearby, a comfortable-looking cot inside. Prix was looking uncertainly at the pool as Reed closed the door behind him. "OK, Prix - I think I've got this figured out."
Prix turned, eyeing him suspiciously.
"Madame had the same reaction because of guilt over what happened before."
She now seemed thoroughly confused.
"But that's.... OK, it's a little harder for me to forgive you when you tried to physically murder me..."
"You forgive me?" Prix shook her head. "I was performing my duty, defending the facility against intrusion. You and G had destroyed hundreds of us-"
"You were all backed up!"
"-and you destroyed me. I was trapped in the System for two months, only to be released in this... lesser form."
"I didn't ask Rebecca to do any of that! And I'm sorry she did..."
Prix looked confused. "What?"
"I said I'm sorry Rebecca punished you like that. She didn't ask me, and if she did, I would've said to release you right away." Probably not true, but he did feel bad for her apparent suffering.
Prix's eyes fluttered as her head twitched slightly. "Wh... what?"
"And believe me, from where I'm standing - your new form is a definite improvement."
Prix grasped her head with both hands to stop its movement, but the twitching had spread to her body. Her breasts swelled, nipples protruding from the formerly smooth surface.
"Sssstop t-t-talking, human," she said through clenched teeth.
"I lied before," Reed said, unsure of what was happening to her, but understanding very well what it was doing to him. "You were right. I do desire you... a lot. The thing is-"
She lunged at him, pushing him down into the soft grass and hurriedly removing his pants as smoke began to rise from her still-quivering body. The moment his manhood was exposed, she forced her swollen artificial sex upon him in urgent thrusts, crying, "Spark... Spark!'
"It doesn't work like that!" he protested, steadying her spasming pelvis with his hands. "Prix, you're trying to force this. You don't have to... I'm sorry for-"
"Stop apologiz...AhH!" she gasped, as her head twitched again.
Reed pulled her down to him, holding her close, her breasts compressing against his chest, waves of heat coming off of her. As she pressed her hips harder against his own, he whispered to her, "Prix, I'm sorry."
She gave a small cry and fluid poured from her sex as her body grew hotter against his. "R-r-reed," she gasped. "I am s-s-sorry t-t-too... th.. there is..." He felt his splint tingling, and she suddenly pushed herself off of him, staggering backward before falling on her ass at edge of the lagoon.
"M...my c-c-core! Y-yyout mmmmuussst-" was all she could say before her face, contorting in panic, blew apart in a storm of blue lightning, leaving a smoking hole in the front of her head. Her body kicked and flailed as fluid and electricity erupted from every joint and seam until finally she collapsed, spread-eagle and still.
Reed picked himself up, asking, "Rebecca, can you tell me what just-"
"My turn!" he heard a voice cry behind him, just before someone grabbed him from behind.
His Judo lessons had been more of a means to stay in shape than a means for self-defense, but he had still done his best to follow Sensei Emi’s instruction. Half-learned instinct caused him to tuck into a graceless roll, and he hit the ground with enough force to leave him winded. However, his aggressor's momentum carried her forward into the lagoon.
Regaining his breath, Reed stood to see a sputtering robot flailing wildly in the pool.
"Batten down the hatches, cap'n!" her computer cried. "We're takin' on wwaa-t-t-t<bzzzzt>"
The edge was shallow enough that he could wade out and grab one of her arms, pulling her to shore. She was dressed in a white blouse that now clung transparently to her voluptuous figure, a white bra supporting breasts that looked large enough to have kept her buoyant, her soaked white panties revealing a tuft of dark hair beneath.
"Exposed ports 'not a problem', she says..." the robot complained, trembling. "Just don't go for a 'svim', she says!" Looking up at him, she moaned, "There might still be t-t-t-tiiiiiimmmm<pop>!"
"Who are you?" he asked.
"Let's skip the introductions and-," her head cocked and her expression changed to a devilish grin as she began a spontaneous jig, singing, "Let me sing you the tale of Bonnie Lass, the Pirate Captain with the gorgeous-“ She hopped and landed with her back to him, her hand slapping her round, wet backside and finishing with “ERRORRRRRR.” From beneath the back of her clinging blouse, he saw open ports flickering with sparks.
"Ahem," she recovered, "let's just ERRRRRORRRR!" she was interrupted as Reed slapped her ass, droplets flying from the impact.
"Stop that! If we don't start ERRRORRRR!" he spanked her again, noting smoke now rising from her open ports.
"I'm glad you'rrrrre having fffun b-b-back there," she said, bending over to pull off her sopping-wet panties, he wide hips making an all-too-tempting target, "but you'd have more fun if ERRORRRRRRRRRRRRaaahhhhHHH!!!" After teasing her with a final slap, he plunged into her, his pounding hips sending ripples through her generous posterior and thighs. Every impact with her interrupted her movements, and it was only after a great struggle that she managed to tear open her blouse. "M-m-mmmy t-t-tits!" she groaned, falling on to her knees. He fell with her, reaching around her body to cup her heavy breast through her bra. He slipped one loose, massaging it deeply, as he continued pushing into her from behind. "D-d-don't they f-ff-fffeeeel-" His splint tingled and she cried, "-yes, yes, yesssss!!"
The splint triggered, and it was as if someone had plugged his cock into an electrical socket. His vision blurred and he felt his heart falter as Bonnie cried in ecstasy, pounding his aching hips with a full ass that now coursed visibly with energy. The last impact from her sent him backwards, and she followed him, sitting with her back to him, her hands braced on his knees. "Ahhh.. ahhh... ohhhhhhhh," she moaned in deepening sighs, her movements slowing until she came to rest. "Reed, th-th-that wasssss..." She suddenly started in a panic. "Oh Reed, what have I-?!"
"W-whaat..." he muttered, feeling a deep, sharp pain in his chest.
"You're alive!" she said, looking over her shoulder. "He's alive!" she bounced on his cock, every impact of her ass nearly robbing him of consciousness. She suddenly stopped, as a high pitched wail keened from inside her, and he could not imagine it indicated anything good.
"The w-w-waterrrr!" she exclaimed her body locking up. "Reed, th-th-there..." She tried rigidly pumping on his cock once more, as if it might make the words come more easily. "Th-th-there issss aaaa c-c-combat... AHHHHH!" Her head thrashed about, her dark, wet hair whipping wildly. "Reed, I didn't-t-t wannnt--"
Her head exploded in a blinding flash, but her body continued riding him. A stream of liquid suddenly sprang from her hip, followed by another from her shoulder, until dozens of leaks sent fluid spraying in all directions. Her legs straightened and she pitched forward into the lagoon - electricity coursed over the surface of the water and her convulsing body until she finally stilled, smoke rising from her naked form until it sank beneath the surface.
"Rebecca!" he shouted, looking around the room to see if there would be any more surprises. By the door, he only saw a pile of clothes that must have been Bonnie's. When Rebecca didn't respond, he shouted, "I need a comm!"
A light illuminated a terminal within the hut in the surface of a rustic table. He tapped through the menus to contact Mary, and was relieved to hear her voice over the terminal's speakers: "Don't have anything for you yet, champ."
"I can't reach Rebecca."
"So?"
"So, something weird is going on here. I just almost... Prix, she's in the Backup System."
"Prix's out?"
"Was - same with a droid named ‘Bonnie Lass’."
Mary half-sang, "Hey, the pirate captain with the gorgeous-"
"Already been through that. Both were trying to tell me something when they... exploded."
"Neither of them are in the System. Reed, you're sure they're not functioning?"
He looked at Prix ruined body, a stray tress of Bonnie's hair plastered to one of the hut’s posts. "I'm pretty sure. Bonnie said something about combat... and Prix was trying to tell me something about her core. Wait, they're not dead, are they?"
"No, not if their cores are intact. Get Prix's core. Bonnie's too. And see if you can hook them up to that terminal."
"Cores? Where?"
"Should be in their torso, usually about where your heart or stomach would be. It'll be a round piece of white plastic, looks kinda like a hockey puck."
Reed paused. "Also, I think there's something wrong with my splint. I almost had a heart attack when I was... with Bonnie."
Only part of Reed's statement seemed to concern Mary. "Wait, so you'll fuck the sexbots that can't stand you, but the ones that actually like you... I fucking hate you, Reed."
"It just kinda... happaned. And Bonnie hated me? I didn't even know who she was!"
"Yes, Bonnie, Mitsuko, Nightingale, a few others I think... they're quite the clique. After you and G did your thing, Bonnie was stuck doing that stupid shanty of hers until she fell apart. A gynoid who shall remain nameless combed through footage of the whole facility-wide meltdown and put together a 'greatest hits'. Bonnie Lass's Ass may have been a crowd favorite."
Reed coughed. "It sounds like she should be mad at you."
"Whatever - you're still a dick. About your splint - was Bonnie malfunctioning?"
Reed felt his member stir. "Yeah, she got... water in her ports or something."
"So to get your attention I just need to have a wet-motherboard contest and an intense dislike of you?"
"Er..."
"Go get those fucking cores."
Reed went to Prix, and suddenly remembered Bonnie was underwater. He waded in and dragged her out by the ankle. Rolling her on her back, he was grateful to see a large seam down the middle of her chest. Opening her breasts like cabinet doors, he searched inside her until he found what Mary had described, a hockey-puck set in a ring of coiled metal. When he wrenched it loose, the body twitched slightly.
He found Prix's in a similar position within her torso, and brought them both to the terminal. "Water doesn't hurt the cores, does it?"
"You should never get the housing wet, as you now know, but the core itself should be fine."
He turned Prix's core over, finding a port that matched the terminal's lone connector. He plugged it in and waited.
"You're hooking up a core with an XD Cable?" Mary said in disbelief. "You want this to take forever?"
"It's all this terminal has!"
"Then walk your ass over to the main lab-"
"Reed?" the voice cut in faintly, but it was unmistakable.
"G!" Reed shouted.
"What?" Mary asked.
"Reed, I need your help..." She sounded hurt - Reed felt his stomach twist.
"G, I'm coming - where are you?!"
A map of the facility appeared on the terminal, one of the scenario chambers highlighted. Not far from here.
"Hurry..."
"I'm on my way!"
"Reed, you fucking moron!" Mary shouted. "It's one of the stupid sexbots trying to get into your pants! Reed!"
Reed knew she could be right, but he wasn't willing to risk it.
---
Vex sat within the icy fabricator chamber, motionless, watching Nightingale remove her damaged components piece-by-piece. Each was placed in a queue as one of the machines responsible for creating nearly every object within the facility slowly repaired the damage. The machine lacked several of the source compounds necessary to fully restore her, but it would be a start.
Mitsuko's voice cut in over the speakers. "Both Prix and Bonnie are non-functional."
"And the human?" Vex asked, anticipating the answer.
Mitsuko paused. "He still lives."
Vex looked at Nightingale, miming shock. "Well, color me surprised!" Nightingale smiled.
"It's difficult for me to tell precisely what happened from here, but it appears Bonnie nearly had him. She may have suffered water damage, which could explain why-"
"Mitsuko, we all knew it'd come down to my plan."
"It hasn't yet. Mina still-"
"Mina's not gonna have any more luck that the other two. Cut your losses and focus on getting that backup system down."
"I have made all the preparations necessary. I only need your signal." She sounded a little too haughty. Vex realized she would probably need to teach them another lesson about respect.
"Nightingale, how much longer?"
Nightingale looked at a display. "About ten hours."
Vex couldn't believe it. "Fucking civilian equipment... looks like we may need a Plan 'C'."
Nightingale looked intrigued. "And what would that be?"
Vex unlocked the catch for the core-spike in her still-functional arm. She scanned Nightingale's chassis, detecting her core just above her oversized tits.
After a pause, Vex only said, "Let's just hope it doesn't come to that."
(Continued in part 4)