A Different World (Patreon)

Thirty miles away in downtown Los Angeles, Pussy Potts, Project Supervisor for Stark Enterprises, was checking her watch. Ninety minutes until her presentation. Plenty of time for a quick… check.

The laboratory looked more like a sculpture garden than anything else. Clean and sterile, the walls were lined with Perspex capsules. Inside each was a naked man or woman—at least, that was the impression a few capsules gave. Others resembled elaborate statues, lacking the final skin treatment that would need to be done after all internal modifications had been finished, since that treatment would make modification impossible except by wireless modem—or unless you wanted to ruin a twenty thousand dollar paintjob.

Other capsules had units that were lacking limbs, skin, even bodies beyond the Carbonadium skeletons. Some awaited their StarkTech Artificial Mind processors, or would never receive them. Without the default programming in even an uncalibrated processor, they were totally immobile, whereas an installed unit, even in power-save mode, would breathe and move slightly to give the impression of life.

Still others held experimental units: robots more like store mannequins, with exposed wiring and open servomotors. They could move and carry out their programming, but there was no reality to them.

Pussy ignored them all, long since used to this silent jury that passed its own judgment on every endeavor in this well-traversed room. Her concern was with the unit that she had chosen, the latest and greatest of the project’s successes.

She walked up to the six foot four robot who smiled politely down at her. He had neat shoulders, a nicely tapering torso, and sculpted legs. His body was patterned after an athlete who had starred in some forgettable old movies, while his face resembled his creator, Tanya—though morphed into masculinity and further disguised with a beard. The in-joke would’ve gone unrecognized, except for his penis. All ten inches were a perfect replica of Tanya’s favorite dildo, which Pussy was intimately familiar with.

“Well, Fin, not much longer until you become a man,” she told him. “Any comments?”

“You’re beautiful,” Fin said, running a seduction subroutine Tanya had programmed personally.

“You’re beautiful,” his brothers echoed—Fang and Foom. More of Stark Enterprises’ collaboration with Bad Dragon.

“Thank you,” Pussy said curtly. It was only meant as a come-on, but it wasn’t inaccurate. By accident of birth, Pussy had a model’s body to hold her executive’s brain. If the robots were designed after her, she easily could’ve been her own arm candy.

Her dress, however, was conservative, at least for her world. To Tony Stark, or rather Pepper Potts and Maria Hill, the skirt would’ve struck them as much tighter and shorter than would be appropriate for an office environment. They would’ve similarly noted that her blouse was skintight and sheer; it would’ve shown off the straps of her bra if she wore one. Her jacket only had one button—with it done up, her nipples were covered, but an impressive amount of cleavage and her flat belly were exposed, just as were her perfectly curved thighs underneath her skirt, and her juicy ass inside its tight leather contours.

Even if Fin the robot weren’t programmed for it, he would want her. And Pussy had no problem letting him have her. She pulled Fin’s head to her and kissed him. God, he was responsive, his lips opening, his tongue shooting into her mouth, his breath warm, his gasp sincere. You needed those things for a sexbot. He had to be more manly than a man.

Breathing deeply from the kiss, excited, Pussy reached down to Fin’s cock. It rose and erected itself just as designed. Fin even grunted in distress, his warm artificial skin moving over his manhood along with Pussy’s grip. And as he became aroused, artificially, Pussy felt herself do so for real. Her cunt tightened like a fist, ready to accept anything inside it.

She fondled him, felt him become heated, touched the glossy run of precum from his hole. Maybe a little more than a real man would give off. Oh well. No time to fix it before the show.

“That feels great, Ms. Potts,” Fin rasped, his voice deep and masculine, vibrating deep into Pussy’s flesh. It had been specifically chosen to.

Pussy felt her nipples tightening, hard, as her desire rose. She looked down at his cock. Ten inches at full erection. Made to please pussy. She could’ve shrunk him a bit, taken him in her ass, but that seemed like a waste of perfectly good inches.

Kneeling down, Pussy stared at his member, so well designed by Tanya, her touch of genius evident in it even more so than the rest of the body. The color was perfect, just a shade darker than the rest of the body, reddened with desire and purpling at its thick head. Purple veins covered the muscles, pumping something that was just short of blood. Pussy put her hand to it and felt the artificial blood flow. Perfect. Just like the real thing.

Now she jacked him off. The sophisticated circuity, the micro-sensors, every little servo worked as advertised, bringing up to his toes, making him grunt happily. He’d been built sensitive enough to enjoy being handled, being sucked, being fucked. Of course, he’d enjoy just about anything, but that wasn’t the point. Pussy felt like she was fucking a real human being.

She bent forward, taking his cock into her mouth. It was off by a half-second, but he goggled and began to bunt himself into her sucking. The artificial flavoring pumping through his fake veins made him taste of meat. Underneath it, and she didn’t know how, she could smell cum.

Maybe it was just her imagination.

“Time for a test drive,” Pussy said. She pulled him to a desk, keeping her hand on his cock even though he was programmed to follow docilely. She was programmed too. Programmed to feel her heart speed up and her cunt burn from having a cock in her hand. The desk was already clear. Like many people of Pussy’s world, its owner believed a desk was useless unless its surface was clear to fuck on, and had cleaned out his workspace before leaving.

Trembling, Pussy slid her skirt up to her waist. Like most garments of this universe, it was designed to fold in such a manner. Then, bare-assed, Pussy sat on the edge of the empty desk. Her breathing was fast, barely braced, her cunt aching for fullness, her nipples stretched taut. She looked at the naked robot before her, cock hard and ready, body tall and powerful, ridged with muscle, even furred with realistic hair. Reaching out to him, she slid her hands to his naked ass, pulling him to her. His buttocks were muscular and solid, good in her hands. All of him was so good.

She didn’t have to do the work of fitting his cockhead to her cunt. When it brushed against her, the robot automatically calculated trajectories, then simply thrust. It was almost painful, him going inside her, the initial stroke as excited as a real male would be. She thought of reducing the size of his brutally plunging cock, but decided against it. In this case, too much was just enough.

Her restless mind, though, thought of starting him out at six inches, nice and comfortable, then as she got hotter, expanding him to eight inches—maybe eventually twelve. That would be a hell of a seduction routine.

“Fin, take a memo,” she ordered, and then dictated her thought into his data banks. Now she wouldn’t have to worry about forgetting. She closed her eyes and let Fin do all the work, big hands gripping her at the hips with just enough tightness to know how hot he was for her, fucking into her with long, luscious strokes, crazing her with ecstasy. It felt wonderful. Just like a good Stark product should.

“Oh Goood,” she moaned happily. “I’m doooone!”

That was the moment her client arrived. Pussy had lost track of time and now, the lab door opened, and Justine Hammer strutted in, her sheer red robe proceeding in front of her in a languid hanging from her proud breasts, and trailing behind her in a long cape.

For Pussy, rocking in Fin’s embrace, she could only cling to the robot and stare at Justine, both abashed and delighted.

Justine was quite a lot to look at. Especially in robes that allowed the eye to go right through to her naked body. And Pussy let her eyes do just that, following the soft contours of the twenty-year-old’s body, wondering if she’d ever looked that good. The girl was tanned golden, obvious even through her silk, and had red hair of her own, a little darker than Pussy’s. Almost five foot nine, she carried her height well: neck long and elegant, giving way to narrow shoulders and full, ripened cleavage. Her robin’s egg eyes contained an excited flash, and she seemed unsure as to whether to sadistically interrupt and rob Pussy of her climax, or sit back and enjoy the show.

Pussy made the decision for her. Old habit with Tanya. “Fin… come for me!”

Fin was delighted to obey, accepting her signal to finish her off. He thrust into her so hard he drove Pussy off his cock, sprawling her upon the desk as his eyes got big and his face went white. He humped the air as he spurted, spasmodic ribbons of silvery jism, grunting his pleasure as he spilled. The chrome cum, designed to discourage thoughts of impregnation with its obvious falseness, splattered on Pussy’s belly. It ran warmly through a gap in Pussy’s almost totally buttoned blouse, dipping into her naval and making her shiver. Even if all the kinks weren’t worked out yet, she loved how realistically Fin jerked his cock and squeezed off his load.

Pussy had Fin set to reload automatically, not soften and enter a rest cycle as would be more realistic. His magazine filled with the next of his ten available loads, his cock hardened again, and he waited patiently for her next request.

Pussy gave a sigh before speaking. “As you can see, when I said the sex toy of the future was coming soon…”

“Very amusing,” Justine said. “But surely you don’t expect us to take you at your word? A demonstration like this, with a company woman as the test case? It could be…” She looked Pussy over. “Fakery.”

Pussy smiled at her, still too hyped up from the sex to be brought down by Justine’s attitude. She pulled her skirt down, although that did nothing to hide the chrome trailing down the inside of her leg, and Fin’s big cock still carried her juices. “Fin here—and his brothers—can demonstrate whatever performance you’re looking for. Even the most frigid subject will enjoy a Fin, a Fang, or a Foom.”

“Always starting with the letter F,” Sunset Bain said, trailing behind Justine. “Good marketing.”

She wore chicly distasteful HYDRA fashion: a green tunic with yellow trim at the gloves, belt, collar, boots, and necklace. Her bob haircut was as dark as her skin was pale. Her low-cut top plunged under her breasts, allowing both of them into open air above fabric that finally pulled together at her belly button, just where the yellow belt cut. Bare and unsupported, her breasts were still firm and proud, the nipples pierced with emerald rings.

Pussy was somewhat mesmerized by the breathtaking loveliness of the brunette in her form-fitting, form-exposing bodysuit. Her sleek, firm body was an entrancing combination: the rising and arching contours of her breasts and hips, the gentle concavity of her soft, smooth belly, the legs bare, with the hem ending her tunic cut in the front so that while its flaps hung over her thighs, her pussy was left bare. Pepper, already aroused, gaped at the honey-colored down covering the junction of her thighs.

“Ms. Bain,” Pussy greeted warmly. She felt Fin’s cum drip off her, onto the floor. “As I was saying to Ms. Hammer, thank you for investing in this project. As you can see, your money’s been well spent. Recommitting past your initial investment will allow us to mass-produce and market these beauties…”

“I believe Justine was just saying that she couldn’t see her money was well spent. As she said, you may just have invented a very elaborate pump for filling cunt with cum. Interesting, certainly—“

“The psychologists would be fascinated,” Justine added.

“But not proof that one of your robots is a cost-effective replacement for a simple dildo.”

“Why buy the cow when you can just get the milk?”

“There’s a lot more than ‘milk’ to this cow,” Pussy assured the twosome. “But since you believe you have reason to doubt me, you’re welcome to try for yourself.”

“Well, there’s an offer!” Justine exclaimed.

“Unless it isn’t satisfactory. As we fear. Then it’d just be a waste of our time.”

“Perhaps Pussy could do something for that. She’s never a waste of time—“

“No. Certainly not.”

Pussy rolled her eyes. Everything had to be an adventure with these two. “Fine. If the robots can’t satisfy you, I will.”

“Go down on us!” Justine suggested excitably. “Both of us! While the other watches!”

“That’s no fun,” Sunset retorted. “She’d do that if we asked nicely.”

“As if either of you could ever ask nicely,” Pussy quipped.

Sunset ignored her. “If your machines don’t perform to specifications, you’ll eat our asses. First mine, then Justine’s. Fair enough?”

“Fair enough,” Pussy agreed.

“Oh,” Justine said softly. “What if we lie and say that machines didn’t satisfy us, just so she—I mean, she wouldn’t, but—“

“After my machines are through with you,” Pussy said, “there’ll be no denying that you’re satisfied.”

“Big talk, coming from Tanya’s pet redhead,” Sunset observed. “Alright. Your bots have five minutes. Then we have to be on a chopper to Silicon Valley.”

“Very well. Five minutes,” Pussy agreed. “Now, which one do you want? They all have their little perks, as you’ll soon discover—“

Justine looked the robots over, eyes hungrily. Now that they were on the table, it was becoming an attractive proposition. “Which would you suggest?”

“Either Fang or Foom. I intend to dance with the one who brung me.”

“You certainly did seem to come with him,” Sunset observed acidly.

“Fang,” Justine said. “Sounds threatening.”

“Shit, then I’m stuck with Foom,” Sunset realized. She liked a good threat too.

“You’ll find all of their ‘fangs’ quite satisfactory,” Pussy promised. “Fin, come with me. Fang, Foom, attend to our guests.”

“Leaving so soon?” Sunset asked.

“What an appalling lack of an exhibitionist streak,” Justine added.

Pussy’s smile was made of glass. “Just a little something to take care of. I’ll be back in five to see how you’re doing.”

Fin trailing behind her, Pussy hurried to her workshop.

Overenthusiastic finish. Delay in initial response to penile stimulation. Too much precum during lift-off. Minor adjustments, but they couldn’t wait. Pussy wasn’t that kind of woman.

***

Pussy lost track of time when she was working. Always had, always would. It took her fifteen minutes all told before she had the technical difficulties ironed out. Her workspace was big. The walls were thick.

Her phone rang. Pussy answered it swiftly, watching the new code compile. “Potts.”

“Heeey, Pussy.” Tanya’s voice sounded insinuating, even just greeting her. “Interesting situation here over at Casa Stark.”

“Casa del Stark,” Pussy corrected mindlessly. “And when isn’t it?”

“Well, I seem to have some interdimensional travelers here. There’s a you, a me, and a weirdly Caucasian Maritza Hill, it looks like. Maybe it’s just that they have the same haircut. Oh, and the me is a he.”

“Are you high on anything right now, Tanya?”

“Life.”

“Alright, well, assuming they’re anything other than us from another dimension, I trust you’d expending a modicum of caution.”

“Oh, yeah, don’t worry about it. JARVIS hit ‘em with an intruder alert the moment they blipped in here. Got ‘em on total lockdown.”

“Your security system works? Good to know. I kinda thought it just scanned visitors for huge racks and let them in based on that.”

“Please, Pussy. It doses them with a high-level aphrodisiac so they’re too busy fucking or masturbating to do any harm.”

Pussy was, as ever, aghast. “Has it occurred to you that someone could still use a weapon while they’re having sex or masturbating?”

“No, but now that you mention it, that’s kinda hot. Clear me a slot at the local firing range, first chance you get.”

“I’m hanging up now—“

“No, don’t hang up!” Tanya said almost at the same time. “This really could be a serious issue. I’m looking right at me right now and I have a penis.”

“See, that just sounds like last Tuesday.”

“I know it does, but honestly, I’m a little bit freaked out by it. It’s big. I think we should have the Avengers on stand-by. Where are they again?”

“Wakanda. Helping out T’Challa. Which you would know if you ever attended the meetings.”

“I’m not good with meetings. Pings my ADD, real bad. I totally have that.”

“They’re held online, Tony. Practically a podcast.”

“Yeah, no good at podcasts either. I start listening, I zone out, I check my Twitter, I check my Gmail… anyhoo, call them in as soon as they get back, have them on stand-by just in case these guys turn out to be zombies or something.”

“Zombie superheroes?” Pussy asked. “I’d like to think the multiverse isn’t as creatively bankrupt as all that.”

“Well, we’ve got a boy Stark, so clearly alternate universes grow on trees. Love ya, mean it, byeeeeeee.”

He hung up. Pussy put her phone away and headed back to the workshop.

She heard them even before she reached the door. There was the low, encouraging concerto of Foom and Fang’s voices, Justine’s grunting pleasure, Sunset’s feminine moans.

Pussy opened the door. Justine was on the floor, while Sunset was bent over the same desk Pussy had been on. Their robots were in the saddle. Fucking their brains out. Pussy watched Justine lift her bare ass off the floor to give herself to Fang, while Sunset simply quivered and took her fucking.

“Where have you been?” Sunset demanded, unable to lift her head. “We’ve been calling and calling!”

“They’re fucking us!” Justine cried.

“Oh, dear, I’m so sorry,” Pussy said. “Fang, Foom—“

The robots turned heads to her, even as they continued methodically rutting with their partners.

“No, you idiot!” Sunset shrieked.

“Not nowwwwww!”

So Pussy stood back and watched. It was quite a sight. The robots were polite, but determined, holding their mistresses down firmly, powerful buttocks flexing as they drove themselves into receptive cunts. Justine’s elegant legs were spread wide. Sunset’s whole body rocked with the thrust of her lover’s quick, powerful manhood.

“Fin,” Pussy called lightly, “I’ll have what they’re having.”

Fin came to her, closing his lips over hers, pressing her close to his body. Despite the abundant hardness of his manhood, his hands were crisp and cool as they worked away her jacket, her blouse, her skirt. Pussy felt desire welling up in her, pooling in her groin as his fingers caressed her bare back, as his mouth on her continued to heat.

On the floor, Fang busily sucked Justine’s breasts, his ever-eager hips still sinking into her yielding sex. Foom turned Sunset over on the desk, pushing her fully atop its surface, then covering her body with his own. Sunset moaned, having him outside her, but his glistening cock moved with machine precision up her thighs to its ultimate goal.

Pussy almost envied her, even as she was lowered to the floor by Fin, his legs on top of hers, his arms holding her shoulders, his mouth on hers still. She felt her breasts responding to his chest rubbing against them, her nipples as hard as marbles. Her irrational envy of Justine and Sunset disappeared; she was only conscious of the robot on top of her, holding her firmly yet tenderly while his rigidly excited cock approached her. Vaguely, she heard Sunset’s angry mutterings and Justine’s throaty exhortations, but she didn’t care. Her inhibitions were gone. Her business was now only the pleasure her body could give and receive.

Balanced unnaturally over her without the use of his arms, Fin’s hands felt her nipples, the sensation like rising waves engulfing her. She moaned and grinded against him, her body responding without her. Her hands clawed unthinkingly at his smooth back, Fin not flinching at their sharpness. His only thought was of teeth descending on nipples, biting them gently, worrying hers back and forth with a fresh stab of delight through Pussy each time. She could feel her sex clench, hot and wet and aching with need. Fin slid up between her legs, cockhead touching her bush, her tender labia, then her, all of her, her all around him.

The lab resounded with the obscene grunts of the robots and their partners, each woman concentrating on her particular pleasure. Foom rammed himself into Sunset, her legs spread apart but her mouth shut tight, trying to hold in any appreciation she felt. But Foom was just as uncaring as Fang, who fucked a loudly grateful Justine, conscious only of the tightness of her cunt around him, the monotonous regularity it permitted him as he lifted her higher and higher. Pussy felt her ears burnt with the combined grunts, moans, and groans from the robots, from the girls, from herself. The room seemed to vibrate with their collective motion, in, out, up, down, harder, faster. Each woman only thinking of her ultimate ecstasy, losing any thought of decorum.

The animal in Pussy was at the surface. She whispered in Fin’s ear, so the others wouldn’t overhear. “Deeper, deeper, oh God, fuck me.”

And he sank all the way in, filling her cunt with cock, her body with exquisite sensations. She moved her hips in reply, thrashing under him, gripping his shaft as he plunged in and out. His lips went wild over her skin, licking and kissing everywhere she needed him, thrilling her even more as their bodies pulled tighter and tighter together. They found a slow, steady rhythm that gradually increased. She heard Fin whisper in her ear right back.

“Tighter, Ms. Potts, tighter…”

Whoever had programmed in the words, they had the desired effect. She felt a surge of longing for Fin. She wanted him buried even deeper inside her. She lifted her legs, wrapped them around his waist, and tightened them as hard as she could. He moaned; she gasped. Pictured the smooth surface of his cock locked inside her tight flesh, being squeezed tantalizingly.

“Fin, Fin!” she cried. “Fuck me deeper, fuck me harder!” She was floating on clouds. Her body had left the floor.

She heard Sunset’s voice rang out. “A goddamn whore, begging for it!”

“You’d beg too!” Justine said with a muffled gasp.

“We don’t have to,” Pussy moaned, “that’s the pooooint!”

Not that she cared. She was just a little pedantic. Mostly, she was just thrilled with the ecstasy inside her, enchanted by the smoothness of Fin’s flesh and the perfect drive of his cock, his muscular arms holding her, his force, his tenderness. Even though it was impossible, she thought he was enjoying every second he had with her, pushing himself into her, holding himself there, twisting his cock inside her, his pelvis rubbing against her clitoris. It wasn’t any trick. He was made to please her. Just like his feeling of his body, his mouthing of her breasts. He was filled with a hungry yearning for his satisfaction that was almost better than the animal sex act itself.

“Ms. Potts, you feel wonderful,” he said.

“You, too!” Pussy replied, her cunt giving firm contractions around his shaft. She liked his soft, dirty words as well. “Oh, oh, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come!”

Fin held his penis deep inside her; it began to vibrate. All of a sudden, Pussy couldn’t stop. She rocked her hips and gripped his cock and fucked herself on him. Then he was fucking her, faster and faster, his body trembling as he powered into her, his hands slipping over her face, smoothing her hair, focusing her as she felt the beginnings of her climax. She wanted it so bad.

He kissed her as she came, her body shaking, his cock shooting deep inside her. She felt the warm load of him, just the right temperature, joining her own juices from her innermost depths. Like a bolt of lightning had shot from one wall of her pussy to another. Fin shivered with her as the last drop of his seed drained from him, lured by her contracting cunt. She felt him soften and slide back out of her, but she gripped him, moved her hips. She wanted that wonderful meat inside her. Obligingly, Fin hardened again. As he fucked her, his own cum was pumped out of her in dollops.

Laughing joyously, Pussy looked over at her companions. Foom was working up slowly to Sunset’s orgasm, getting little response from Sunset, who was determined not to admit enjoyment. But Pussy knew she was. Foom’s cock was set even bigger than Fin’s, and the robot knew how to work it. In and out, slow and fast, stopping, rotating, changing the angles. He no longer tried to kiss her, but clearly relished the feel of her on his cock as he fucked.

Justine, meanwhile, had been whipped and driven to the point of total surrender. Her eyes rolled in her head, her breathing came in short gasps, and her body twisted in on itself. She was thoroughly fucked. Pussy laughed to herself. The sophisticated, elegant debutante was gone, replaced with a rutting animal, a happy hooker, as deep in the throes of passion as she would be with the most consummate of lovers.

Sunset wheezed suddenly, unable to take it anymore. “I’VE GOT TO, TO—!”

“I understand,” Pussy said with false kindness. “Foom, come for her?”

Foom plunged into Sunset, fast and hard, grunting as he seemed to pump out a whole symphony of moans from the brunette, then locking into pleasurable paralysis as he came, spurting into Sunset’s needy cunt.

“OH GOD!” Sunset trilled. “HE’S COMING!”

Beside her, Justine reached out to feel Foom’s balls, their action intense as he filled Sunset up. “He really is,” she muttered. “Does mine do that?”

“Fang?” Pussy called politely.

He gave her what Sunset was getting, the exact same cum loaded into his weapon. Pussy thought that the hot, realistic jism would get Justine off, even more so than Sunset, and she was right. As Fang spent inside her, Justine screamed, threw her head backed, locked her pussy to Fang’s crotch as if giving it to him for life.

“AH! AH! AH!” Pussy could see by the jerking of her shapely legs that Justine was in heaven. She gripped the robot as tightly as she’d ever held Pussy, delivering her womanhood up to him with satisfied grunts, her pink tongue circling her lips before hanging out her mouth.

“Fin?” Pussy said happily, rewarding herself. He plunged quickly into her quivering sex, lying flat on top of her as he ejaculated once more. They both moaned heavily.

When he was through, Fin lifted himself up, pulling out, staring down at her. All the robots had finished their programming and were now pleasantly smiling bystanders, their soft cocks glistening with juices, leaking excess cum.

All three of the women lay where they’d been fucked, beautiful studies of the orgasmic in repose. Pussy’s legs were spread. Justine’s cunt was swollen. Cum leaked from Sunset’s box. Their hearts thudded in their rib cages, one hard calypso beat, breasts looking reddened and possessed, mouths well-kissed, bodies in elegant puddles. Eyes almost uniformly closed.

“Wha… what do you call these things?” Justine asked.

“Visions,” Pussy said. “Tanya Stark’s vision of a future where everyone has a great fuck on call, waiting in their car, in their closet—they can take it on vacation, they can take it on a plane, they can have great sex in the bathroom of the Metropolitan Opera… all without buying a single drink.”

“Screw the sales pitch,” Sunset said. “You tricked us.”

“Of course,” Pussy said unapologetically. “You weren’t convinced. Now you are. The proof is in the pudding, ladies, and you’ve just had an awful lot of pudding.”

“Is it really pudding?” Justine asked, lazily patting and fingering Sunset’s naked belly, feeling its moisture from the fucking. Cum and sweat.

“It could be,” Pussy replied, gracious to a fault. “But I still haven’t heard a verdict from our Ms. Bain. How was it, Sunset?”

“You know damn well it was wonderful. That’s no excuse for making us miss our flight.”

Pussy played with her hair, always loving its dampness after a good, hard fuck. “Just think, we three are the first women in the world to have this experience. Sunset, you’re the first brunette robotkind has ever fucked. What a story that’ll make in your memoirs.”

Sunset tried to glare at Pussy, but even she was too satisfied to stay mad. “I’m not going to forgive you. I’ll be ignoring you for months and months. You’ll have to make this up to me, to us, in a big way.”

“I thought we already got the big way,” Justine giggled.

Pussy gestured loosely to Fin. “Honey, get some towels. We need to wipe off this cum before it becomes a fashion statement.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Fin said, bustling off.

“They also cuddle,” Pussy said cheerfully. “The cumshot is somewhat randomized, you know. The amount of ejaculate depends entirely on their readings of their partner. And oh, Sunset, what a load you merited.”

“I’m probably pregnant with Terminators,” Sunset said in a huff.

“He carries ten loads, if you want twins.”

“No, thanks. I’m ready for a change of pace after all that robotfucking. I think this might’ve put me back on to Asian men…”

Pussy cooed sympathetically. “C’mon, Sunset. What’ll it take to make you like me again? Partners shouldn’t fight…”

“If we sign with you, the first two units are ours,” Sunset said. “These two would be fine.”

“These three,” Justine said quickly.

Pussy nodded reluctantly. “It’s a deal.”

“Deal recorded,” Fin chimed, in his programmed capacity as public notary.

Sunset was determined to be cross, though, even as she shook with a little aftershock and more cum trailed from her pussy. “We still missed our flight.”

“Just to sweeten the deal,” Pussy said, “I could eat your asses out anyway.”

“That’d be good,” Justine said. “But first, call your factory. They should be manufacturing these things right now.”

Sunset nodded in agreement.