My Three Robot Girlfriends (And Yes, They Smoke Weed) (Patreon)

It looked like a battlefield—the kind of carnage left behind in those few, traumatic fights where an entire superteam was battered. But it hadn’t been violence that had led to such chaos. It was sex.

Raven’s head had been driven into a wall, her cape still tangled into a rope from its use as a makeshift leash to hold her in place. Making sure she was available for rough, doggy style sex until ejaculation had driven her violently forward. Leaving her head embedded in the wall and the rest of her stooped over as if to display her splayed buttocks and the gaping, whitewashed hole that had once been her tiny anus.

She still moaned in exhausted satisfaction, her little “oohs” and “ahhs” chiseling away at the flakes of plaster that her entry hadn’t knocked off the wall.

Kory had been pumped down into the ground, her back slammed down against it until the floorboards had cracked around her and left her halfway in the crawlspace, broken pipes and sparking wiring surrounding her. Her legs were still up in the air, parted in a V shape, her pussy as open and as whitewashed as Raven’s ass.

“Low battery,” she said, over and over again. “Low battery… low battery…”

Last but not least was Cassie. She was locked in a kneeling position by the bed, her disheveled hair giving evidence of what she had been used for, if any were necessary. It wasn’t. Her bloated cheeks and the cum trickling slowly out of her wordlessly moving mouth clearly showed what service she had provided.

The real Cassie didn’t know if this robot was running low on power too or if she… it… had just malfunctioned. It looked to have taken an entire water cooler’s worth of jizz right in the face and down the throat. It seemed impossible some hadn’t made its way to a vital component and shorted it out.

“I can’t believe this,” she said, staring at her perfect, albeit naked, robot double. Her own body reflected back at her, but looking as if it’d starred in some wildly pornographic movie. “I just don’t believe it.”

“Tell me about it,” Raven groused, in her usual laconic rasp. “I thought a succubus had gotten loose in here when I sensed all the lust emanating outward. You could feel it from the subway.”

“And this is… Conner’s room?” Kory asked delicately.

“I’ll kill him!” Cassie promised, pounding her fist into her palm. “I’ll murder that bum!”

“At least he’ll die happy,” Raven commented, looking with her usual cool at her own doppelganger.

“Cassie, why would you wish to do a thing like that?” Kory asked, as innocent as her friend was sarcastic. “I know it is a waste that so much erotic vigor was spent on these simulacra, but destroying Superboy won’t amend that!”

“Waste? Waste? Kon’s been fucking robot copies of us! Probably got them off Toyboy, that little pervert… bad enough he’s making high-tech blow-up dolls of me… but for Kon to use them…!”

“I do not understand,” Kory persisted. “Have you not ever used mechanical stimulation when a suitable lover is not available?”

“No! Well… that’s different! I wouldn’t use a vibrator shaped like you!”

Kory looked hurt. “Why not? Wouldn’t it be adequately stimulating to you?”

Because she had a demon father, Raven got in on the act. “With how sour you get when Kon goes out on a date, I’d’ve thought you’d welcome knowing that he’s staying home with his sexbots instead.”

“Such a waste,” Kory clucked again. “No offense to you, Cassie, I know you’re friends with Red Tornado… but I doubt these machines were programmed well enough to truly appreciate the treatment Conner gave them. And as well-crafted as they are, they’re surely not as durable as the real thing…”

“I don’t know about that,” Raven said. “I’m sure I wouldn’t be taking it so well if my hole looked anything like that…”

“So no one else is creeped out by this?” Cassie demanded.

“I’m a demon. She’s an alien,” Raven pointed out. “You’re a Greek demigod. Why are you creeped out? This is pretty tame by your standards.”

“There are no animals or young boys,” Kory agreed, kneeling down to examine her own robotic copy. She seemed to sympathize with how well-fucked it was—canting her head, she saw that more cum had ran out of its plundered core and pooled under its ass. “X’hal,” she cooed, impressed. “These machines actually look similar to the training dummies we used on Okaara. Much more primitive, of course, but I think I may be able to at least reinitiate the self-repair… I notice there’s no visible damage. He wasn’t trying to break them; they just couldn’t keep up with his ardor!”

She sighed wistfully.

“You’re not at all offended that Kon essentially masturbated while thinking of you?” Cassie asked.

Kory bent to fiddle with her other’s head. “Oh, no. It’s flattering that he’d think of a mature woman like me when his contemporaries are all so attractive. But also a bit disappointing that he didn’t think to inform me he wished to have coitus. I would’ve thought my costume made it clear how receptive I’d be to such an advance… X’hal, he knocked the back-up power offline. No wonder it can’t recharge! Someone should teach that boy some gentleness.”

“Why bother?” Raven asked. “Everyone here has fought an army of Parademons—we could take Superboy trying to play rough.”

“Power generation back online,” the Korybot announced. “Exiting power-saving mode. Reconnecting to internet. Downloading patch 4.0022. Schedule restart for when download concludes?”

“Remind me later,” Kory told it. “Robot me, how many times has Superboy made love to you?”

“One hundred and thirty-eight times,” the Korybot told them. “Counting oral, anal, and vaginal sex, but not tit or footjobs.”

“And how have you educated Superboy to make him a better lover?”

“Educated?” the Korybot asked wonderingly.

“Hey, how many times has he… I mean… have you counted how many times he did it with the Wonder Girl robot?” Cassie asked.

“Zero.”

Cassie blinked. “So… so it’s all footjobs?”

“Superboy has not had sexual contact with Wonder Robot.”

“Oh, come off it!” Cassie blasted. “She’s got more cum in her mouth than Linda Blair has pea soup!”

“Superboy requested that Wonder Robot take the remainder of his ejaculation after he sodomized Raven. He was interested in ass to—”

“That bastard!” Cassie cried. “He has a robot… sexfucker of me and he doesn’t even use it!”

Kory put a calming hand on Cassie’s shoulder. “Clearly, Conner has a certain respect for you… Raven and I are less known to him. He sees us as sex objects. You elicit more sentimentality from him.”

“I do?”

“Yes. You do. Or he just has a thing for older women.”

Cassie gritted her teeth. “I am going to get him back for this! I’ll—I’ll fuck all his friends! That’ll show him! Everyone on the team but him.”

“Cassie, no,” Kory cooed, petting Cassie’s hair as if to gently usher her away from a mistake. “Don’t fuck Slobo.”

“Let’s just program the fembots to all have a headache,” Raven suggested. “That’ll teach him something about real women.”

“No, we need to teach Conner about how much more rewarding real women are than machines.” Kory looked sympathetically at her robot. “No offense.”

“None is taken. I am well aware that I cannot become pregnant, no matter how many times Superboy insists he is going to breed me…”

Cassie groaned. Kory patted her on the head.

“Cassandra, how would you like it if the next time Conner thought to have sex with his robots, he found himself getting the treatment that only a woman can give? Or rather, three women?”

“Oh, I’m in this?” Raven asked.

“We’ll be moral support,” Kory told her. “Besides, look at us. It will be easy to nudge some callow youth into doing what we want.”

“Wait, wait, you think we should pretend to be Kon’s sexbots?” Cassie asked.

“Yes. To show Superboy that he may be able to have his way with these androids, but organic women can leave him in a puddle on the floor!”

“If he gets rid of his sexbots, I get them,” Raven said.

“What would you even do with them?” Cassie asked.

“I’ll find something.” Raven looked at the Korybot. “Robot, how many times has Superboy fucked my robot’s ass?”

“Seventy-four.”

“I think that’s ‘Very Fine’ in Ebayese.”

***

“Fly honeys, I’m home!” Kon announced the moment he was through the door, gesturing Kory and Raven to him. They quickly engulfed Kon in a hug. The petite Raven wrapping her arms around his waist and Kory, taller than him, embracing his broad shoulders without even having to stand on tip-toes.

“I feel like a hold-out that wouldn’t sell her home when the developers started making skyscrapers,” Raven said.

“You’re plenty big enough for me,” Kon assured her.

“So’s your fist,” Raven retorted.

Cassie cracked a humorless grin. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. She couldn’t believe Kon was doing it. Even Kory she couldn’t believe was in on this. But here they all were, pretending to be Kon’s faithful fembots. Yes, sir, they were really going to show him.