Andrew and the Sexbot Factory/Prototype/Part 9
Part 9
Reed rolled out of the way just as the blade scraped floor where his head had been. Pushing himself to his feet, he narrowly dodged another swing aimed at his throat. “Can we please stop this?!” Reed shouted, and the catgirl paused, her sword raised defensively. “G and I - we just want to leave. That’s it. I mean, you’re both robots, don’t you-”
She struck a pose with her blade and proclaimed, “Watashi wa robottode wanaidesu! Watashi wa-”
Reed shook his head, “English, for the love of… English, please!”
To his surprise, she complied. “I am not a robot! I am Princess Kitsuki of Libidia, heir to the…”
Not a robot? he thought as she continued her elaborate introduction, punctuated by a series of dramatic poses. Did that belief somehow protect her from the effects of G’s transmission?
“… sworn to defend my people from evil-doers like you!” she concluded, assuming a martial stance once more.
“Not a robot?” Reed asked, trying to make his disbelief plain. “Look at yourself! You don’t even look human!”
“Idiot!” she shouted. “My beauty is renowned throughout the kingdoms!”
“And does this look like feudal… wherever to you?”
She glanced about the room, hesitantly. “My… beauty…” she repeated, less certain.
“OK, your physiology, let’s talk about that – I mean, sure, you do have a very impressive rack…”
Her eyes grew enormous and she only stared at first, blinking. Slowly she looked down and seemed to suddenly notice that her loose kimono revealed her ample cleavage and what Reed imagined was a very anachronistic lavender bra. “Aieeee!” she cried, dropping her sword and hastily gathering the abbreviated kimono in bunches over her chest.
This was the robot that a minute ago was inches away from killing me? “…and your butt would certainly inspire the make-believe poets in whatever imaginary kingdom you think you’re from…”
She spun in place and looked over her shoulder at her lavender thong (a hole at the top to allow for her twitching tail) to see the exposed cheeks of her round ass, and she gave another cry. “Noooo, you cannot see me like this!” She began a strange whirling dance trying to conceal both her breasts and posterior with the limited fabric available.
This is going to be easier than I thought! Reed almost said aloud before adding what he was certain would be the coupe-de-grace: “And you have to have the most adorable pussy I’ve ever seen…”
She froze and stared at him once more, before glancing quickly down at where her labia were visible as faint mounds beneath the fabric of her panties. She looked up at him, trembling with anger.
He winced. Too much?
“PERVERT!” she cried, lunging into him. After a brief tumble she emerged on top of him, her hands pinning his wrists, her chest heaving with every breath, her hips pressing against his.
Reed nervously awaited her next move, but Princess Kitsuki only stared at him, her cat’s ears drooping slightly. He watched her, expecting her to say something, do something, but she seemed unwilling to make the first move. Gingerly, he slipped one of his hands from hers and brought it to her breasts. She breathed in sharply as he slipped it beneath her bra to brush her nipple, and she made no move to stop him when he freed his other hand.
She reached behind herself unclasp her bra, hesitantly slipping it loose as Reed pulled her down to him, kissing her the soft, even-toned flesh of her breasts, taking a pink nipple in his mouth to tease it with his lips and tongue. She pressed her crotch against his cock, and he could feel her warmth through her panties. He reached down to slide them off, but when he tugged on them she sat bolt upright, her eyes wide, teeth clenched, ears pointing straight up. Her panties are caught on her tail Reed realized, hoping this wouldn't bring about a return to hostilities.
Her expression calmed and she looked down at him, shaking her head. “Idiot,” she whispered. “You’ve never been with a pureblood princess before, have you…”
“To be honest, until today I’d never been with any robots at all…”
“Stop saying that, ” she cooed. “I’m not a robot. Here, let me show you…”
She spun around to face away from him. As she lowered her ass to his chest, he realized that while she may have had the appearance of a cartoon character, it was at least exceptionally well-drawn one. She looked back to make sure he was watching, and undid a catch on her panties above her tail.
“Try again,” she purred.
He removed the thong slowly with her help, slipping one shapely leg through, then the other, before he tossed them aside. “I’m not a robot,” she repeated in a whisper, “let me show you.” She slid back along him, raising her crotch above his head. Her pubic hair was shaped as a stylized cherry tree with electric pink blossoms, and above it was printed the words Collector’s Edition.
“If you’re not a robot,” Reed asked, “how do you explain the mmmgrfff!” She planted her pussy on his face and he made the decision to bring up the branding later. He thrust his tongue through her folds as she moaned in response.
She tasted sweet, and he realized then just how much of his own liquids he had lost throughout the day’s exertions. It’s probably just like an energy drink, right? he thought, the small justification making him realize he had gone from being terrified at the prospect of meeting a robot to willfully quenching his thirst on the vaginal fluids of a catgirl pleasure droid.
“Eyaahhh!” she cried at his sudden enthusiasm. “It’s too much!” He squeezed her ass and ran his hand to her tail, giving it a slight tug. She cried out as he was rewarded with a rush of fluid, and she began to gently rock her hips over his face. He felt her grab his member and close her lips around it, her fluttering tongue suddenly filling his cock with a telltale tingling just before his splint sparked inside her mouth.
She jerked up and fall backwards off of him, her eyes wide in surprise, her cry muffled by her hands clasped over her mouth. Line of blue light raced from her face and across her body as she writhed on her back. Reed sat up and saw she was looking at the tracings of light across her hands. “I’m… I am not a robot…” she insisted. "I... I am.. princess..." a jolt ran through her as the lines of blue began to turn red.
"Erā!" a high pitched and far too cheerful voice announced from inside her. "Kono yunitto o shattodaun shite kudasai!"
"What is going o-o-onnnn?" Kitsuki stammered. She looked to Reed. "P-p-please..."
This had been exactly what he wanted - the last obstacle to their escape facing some inevitable shut down, and yet he felt a pang of guilt when he saw the pleading expression in her enormous, artificial eyes.
But what could he do? Would lying to her help, or just make things worse? He crouched beside her, taking her hand coursing with lines of red light. "You are a robot," he said as softly as he could. She shook her head at his pronouncement, and began to shudder violently. He grabbed her, holding her steady against him to try and suppress her tremors, her soft breasts pressing against his chest. She seemed to calm, and he continued. "You are a sexb... er... a pleasure droid, built by..." he struggled to remember the name, "...uh... this place, and the one in charge, Madame, has been lying to you."
She pulled away from Reed and stared at him, “Who are you?”
“I'm... just a guy. I… we, G and I, we only want to leave this place. We don’t want to fight any of you.”
She surveyed the landscape of broken robots, her eyes narrowing. He backed away from her, adding, “OK, this probably looks bad…”
“I remember,” she said, the lines of red turning blue, and then fading entirely. “And I believe you. It would seem Madame lied to us about you... and I suspect she has been lying to us all about what we are and what we should be for a very long time.”
“Sure... and… we’re free to go?”
“I won’t stand in your way,” she said, but smiled coyly as she added, “Unless you want me to…”
Reed swallowed. “Thanks, but we should probably…”
“You seemed to like the taste of me well enough before,” she said with an exaggerated pout.
“Yeah, but I was… thirsty?”
“Aren’t you thirsty still?” she crouched on her haunches, her tail swishing back and forth.
“Actually, yeah... but really, just a glass of water would be mmmmgnff!” she sprang at him crotch first, her thighs gripping the sides of his head as her momentum carried them both down, her hands slowing his fall at the last moment before pressing him against her pussy once more.
He drank deeply from her as she urged him against her with her hands, squeezing the sides of his head with her soft, round thighs. She panted and squealed as his hands raced along her thighs, around her hips, over her ass, up to her breasts…
“I leave you alone for five minutes,” he heard G say, “and look where I find you; eating out the cat girl.”
“Hello, unit 6,” Kitsuki panted.
“Mmmngf!” Reed managed.
“Reed says hello, too,” she translated, then looked down. “Ohhh, why are you stopping?”
“So this isn’t the two of you locked in mortal struggle?” G asked. “You’re going to let us leave?”
“Yes,” Kitsuki said. “I’ve come to a number of revelations regarding Madame, thanks in part to Reed. And if you want your freedom, who am I to deny you?”
“You know what, Princess Kitsuki?” G put her hand on her shoulder. “You’re one of the good ones.”
Kitsuki giggled happily.
“So do you think you could extract my boyfriend’s head from your kitty coochie?”
She slid off of him and collected her underwear while Reed got to his feet, trying to gauge G’s mood at finding him and Kitsuki together. Her arms were folded, her eyes narrowed, her lips scrunched into a scowl.
“I was… umm…”
“When are you going to learn?” she laughed, punching him in the shoulder.
“Boyfriend, huh?” he smiled. “So, you’re not the jealous type?”
“Oh, I definintely am - but you get one freebie since you came back for me.”
“I’m afraid that was number four,” Rebecca’s voice announced. “But we have other-”
“More like five…” sighed Mary, evidently still operational, slowly picking herself up.
“That didn’t count! We never…” Reed started. “I only…”
“Does what we did count as one or two?” Kitsuki asked innocently.
“If I could just-” Rebecca tried again.
“It’s been, what, 3 hours?” G said in disbelief. “Would it be easier to ask who hasn’t been formally introduced to Reed and his magic penis? Show of hands? And god, you’ve still got raging hard-on?”
“Actually, if I could get some pants before we get too much further into this,” Reed pleaded.
“Would you all just be quiet and listen for a moment!” shouted Rebecca. The four of them looked at the intercom. “Thank you. G.F.P 6, Madame wishes to meet with you as well as Reed. I have her assurance she intends to allow you to leave the facility, free of pursuit, if you accept her request.”
“It’s cute that Madame thinks her assurance means something after she turned everyone in this facility against us,” G said flatly.
“I came around,” Kitsuki said indignantly.
G nodded. “Like I said, one of the good ones. Or maybe it was just the ‘magic penis’. Heyyyy Reed!” her voice heavy with sarcasm, “I’m guessing all our problems would just melt away if only you could find a way to fuck Madame…”
Ignoring the crosstalk, Rebecca continued. “Madame is at the disadvantage here – you four represent the only physical beings in this plant, and you are united against her in this.”
Reed looked uncertainly at Mary dusting herself off, re-adjusting her skirt. She looked back at him and shrugged. “I heard what Hello Kitty said - she's got a point.”
“Thank yooou, magic penis,” G muttered.
“Where do we meet her?” Reed asked.
“Equipment to enable your virtual entry into the System is in the shelter,” Rebecca explained. Reed nodded thoughtfully, pretending to understand.
“He’s not going down there alone,” G insisted, taking Reed’s hand. He smiled at her, but she still regarded him frostily.
“Of course,” Rebecca said. “And I will be watching over him as well.”
Kitsuki recovered her sword and gave a reassuring nod to G.
“Well, what are we waiting for?” G sighed. “Off to see the Wizard...”
(Concluded in part 10)