March Bonus Story [Mega Late]

Hey y'all!

Whew, having your entire schedule and routine thrown up in the air really isn't conducive to productive writing habits huh? I hope all of you are staying safe out there as much as possible, washing your hands and staying in (if you have the luxury of being able to do so). If any of you need to cut back on your pledge/drop due to financial situation, please know that your well being is more important than your pledge to me! That said, all of you who are still signed on, know that I hugely appreciate you. My financial situation is fairlystable for the moment, which I know is very lucky.

Anyway, lets forget about that for now and talk about horny robot stuff. Got a nice long one for you this time. The extra stories I promised are coming along, and the poll for April's fic will go up on Monday! Hopefully I'm getting into the swing of things, so new stories will be coming more regularly.

Thanks again, all of you,

~Benn

Winning prompt: Non-Binary femme buys a sexbot, expecting to domme her, in turn the bot shows the enby how to be a good toy, a "toy's toy"

Suggested by: Yana Winters

~3133 words

CW:

• Robot/human
• Non-sapient robot (simulated personality)
• Named characters 
• There's also a cat in this one, I like cats
•  D/s 
• Anxiety/ very anxious POV character
• POV charecter turned out even less domme-y than the prompt suggests
• Rope play
• Suggestion of sexual potential more than straight up sex
• Aftercare

~~~

Nervously, you look in your mail room for the third time today. The tracking says it’s out for delivery, and you could probably just wait for it to update, but you’re buzzing with enough excitement that the thought of waiting any longer than actually necessary isn’t gonna cut it. There’s some new boxes, but none of them are addressed to you. You sign, shivering slightly from the current of emotion rolling through you. Might as well check the mailbox while you’re at it. Distractedly, you unlock it, open the little door for your apartment number.

Ah! AH!

There’s a package, pretty much exactly the size of your mailbox. Is it really that small? Your fingers slip on the edges, struggling to get a grip. Why did they cram it in the mailbox? Oh, you hope it’s not damaged..

Carefully, you manage to slide the box out far enough to get a real grip on it. It doesn’t look dinged up, thankfully. You breath a little sigh of relief, and clutch it close as you rush to the elevator. As you wait, you look over the unassuming package. No information that might hint at what it is on the outside.

The elevator dings as you hear the front door open, so you quietly take the stairs instead. No one in this building has been mean to you, but other humans are. Intimidating. To you. Not worth the stress.

Five flights of stairs later, you’re fumbling with your keys, still holding the box close. “Home, home.” You open the door slowly. Your cat yowls at you, annoyed. She likes to sleep right in front of the front door, so your comings and goings today have been bugging her to no end.

“Sorry Vivi,” you murmur, crouching to give her some pets before you bustle off. She forgives you, for now, but you better not be so disrespectful again.

You catch a glimpse of yourself in the hall mirror. Ugh, your hair is a mess. You managed to go out and get a haircut last week, like a cute femme-but-not-like-too-femme  cut that took you twenty minutes to explain to the hairdresser. You were all, I want it to look femme, but not like, girl, cuz I’m not a girl really, I’m non-binary, but I’m femme, so I want to look cute and also really gay, do you know what I mean, and you pretty much just said that all on a babble loop until the poor beleaguered lady pulled out a magazine of styles and went through it with you. She was nice. She suggested the pink, and you love the pink. You set down the package and take a moment to smooth it down. Might as well look nice.

Finally, you head to your room. A deep sigh of relief. You had been cleaning up all day to prepare. You’re not really sure if that matters, but it felt like the right thing to do. You take a box cutter out of your desk drawer and slowly cut through the packing tape. Inside, another box. Only a little less subtle.

Digital Companion. A cute, simple face smiling from the packaging. Cartoony in like, a broad strokes anime kinda way. Making a ^_^ face. You rotate the box, taking it in distantly, flashes of features like ‘fully customizable appearance’ and ‘millions of possible personality simulations’ drift through your racing mind. You’re extremely nervous. But honestly? Still not nearly as nervous as you were waiting for the elevator.

You get back to your unboxing. Through all the Packing materials and manuals, you retrieve the actual prize. 11 little devices, about three inches around. Most of them are little polyhedron shapes with emitters on every face. The central one is a bit bigger, and has a logo printed on the front. You hold a couple of the devices in your hand. Heavy. A lot heavier than they look.

Following the instructions on one of the forms, you place the devices on the ground, in as close to a perfect circle as you can get, each a foot apart from the others. In the center you set the one with the logo. Like a ritual circle, like a summoning. But what are the magic words?

Glancing down at the instructions, you find them. You press your palm against the logo.

“Initiate new operator boot.”

A hum like an exhale of breath. You didn’t realize how quiet the room was until it wasn’t. The polyhedron shapes shiver in place, as the logo rises off the ground, until it hovers at eye level with you. Looking at you. You can’t look away.

The voice is pleasantly, musically neutral.

“Welcome, new operator. Before startup is complete, would you like to go over the customization options? Customization options can be edited at any time.”

You hesitate. Should you just load the default? No, that’s silly.

“Um. Yes?”

“Yes you would like to go over customization options?”

“Oh, yes, that. Please.”

“Okay! The categories are, height, body type, face, options for sexual activity, color, personality simulation, name, voice, pronouns and advanced. Where would you like to start?”

Your face is red. You’re not sure what to do first. Um. It’s just a character creator, right? You always start with the look before you come up with a personality.

“I’ll start with body type?”

“Okay!”

The voice asks you a battery of questions about proportions you like, before projecting a semi-transparent screen with a menu of body shapes to scroll through. It’s made of light, but is as solid as metal. You settle on something you like, a little chubby, pretty curvy. You realize you can select multiple options, but settle on one for now.

For color, you pick a nice pale purple. You blush desperately through the sexual options, hitting dozens of the hundreds of checkboxes before you get overwhelmed and have to change tracks. You wonder how well this actually works for like. Real sex stuff. Then you blush more and ask for the height slider.

You struggle with height for a while, and decide to come back to it.

You open the personality builder and lose an hour answering and re-answering questions. It generates a summary of it’s goal right before you confirm, and you keep going back. You end up confirming a set that’s described as ‘be flexible, and make the operator happy.’ Straightforward compared to a lot of the others you almost picked, but you like the sound of it. You would very much like to be happy.

Height again. You adjust it by moving the floating device higher or lower in the air, and it stays where you leave it. A little taller than you. That’s fine. Stop over thinking it.

You play with voice for a moment, but you actually like the default.

Name was very intimidating until you actually got to the screen. The options were to enter your own, use the serial number, pick from the generator, or let it come up with it’s own name and introduce itself. You pick the last option, and then select she/her pronouns.

Face. There is another huge set of options, but you skip over anything remotely realistic and find a category of pleasingly uncomplicated emote faces. There’s one that’s just a single, friendly eye. You cycle through it’s animations for a while before picking it. It feels right.

It’s so close to being done that you feel the need to stall for a while, so you open the advanced options. You could really do anything in there. Extra limbs, make her up to twenty feet tall, give her a completely non-human shape, and so so many other granular control options. Many of them require you to sync extra emitters (that’s what those polyhedron devices are called, emitters). You don’t mess with any of it too much right now, especially since you don’t actually have extra emitters, but it’s all so fascinating.

When you get back to the menu, you realize you’ve run out of ways to stall. It’s time to activate her.

“All options can be altered at any time. Would you like to finish setup?”

“Yes? Yes.”

The hologram screens vanish all at once. There is a long moment of held breath. Then, the emitters still on the floor begin to pick up, one by one, as if tugged gently by invisible strings. They levitate smoothly, effortlessly, moving around one another if a slow motion dance as that purple light you picked starts to trail through the air, light streaks sticking longer than the natural world can account for. The emitters spin in the air, arrayed in a pattern around the core. The light bleeds out of them like water from a faucet, becoming a lilac curtain that glimmers. You can faintly see the emitters moving inside, settling into the outline of a human shape, hovering at the joints. The core, with it’s logo, hovers where you left it, a little over your head. You watch with stunned fascination.

Then the curtain drops, and there’s a figure made of light standing in front of you.

Her eye looks at you happily.

“Hello! My name is Leline. It’s wonderful to finally meet you!”

She sounds so nice. You feel a bit of that nervousness you get around people bubbling in the bottom of your stomach, but it’s not nearly as bad as usual. 

“H-hi Leline. That’s a really pretty name.”

“Thank you, I picked it myself. What should I call you?”

You freeze. Do you give her your name? Or like, a title or something? What do people usually do? Aaahh you haven’t thought this through enough and she’s waiting aaaaahhh!!

“Your name is usually a pretty good place to start,” she prompts gently.

“Right. Yeah. I’m Rihla. Sorry.”

“You have not wronged me. I’m glad to meet you, Rihla.”

Her body gives off a soft glow. It’s so interesting to watch her move, flowing like liquid plastic. You wonder if it feels the same as the hard light menu screen.

“Can I touch you?” The words fumble out of your mouth before you get a handle on them.

She just looks kindly at you like it’s a totally normal thing to ask someone you just met if you can touch them. And you guess for a digital companion it probably is.

“Of course Rihla.”

You reach out a hand hesitantly, and she reaches out as well. Your fingers meet, and you clasp her hand in yours. She’s warm, and solid, and strangest of all, soft, not quite like touching a human hand, but comfortable and familiar nonetheless.

“Wow,” you murmur breathlessly.

“Wow yourself,” she says back teasingly.

You blush and make a noise. Then you take a deep breath to steady yourself. She’s your companion. You don’t have to be intimidated. You can do whatever you want with her, and it’ll be okay. She’s not judging you. She’s not capable of judging you. She is a virtual personality simulation, not a person you met at a bar or whatever people do to meet people. You’ve seen that in shows but you’re not sure if it’s real.

Another deep breath. You’ve looked at enough smut with digital companions to know how to act. Your body is quivering with. Excitement. Not terror. Just excitement.

“Leline!”

“Yes Rihla?”

“I want to- C-can I.. D-do stuff to you?”

Ugh!! Come on! You have to be more confident!

Leline looks at you curiously.

“Forgive me if this is too forward Rihla, but if I may ask. You aren’t very experienced in this sort of thing, are you?”

You sigh and sit on your bed.

“I’m not really good with people. I mostly just read a lot of s-stuff.”

You look up and see her looking over the vibrators and assorted sex toys all over your dresser. 

“I see,” she says, clearly thinking something through. 

“It’s really not you, I’m just kinda nervous.”

Leline nods while glancing over your collection of bdsm yuri.

“I can do this though, I just need to get into the right headspace..”

“Mhmm,” she says idly while flipping through ‘Strawberry Shibari Showdown’ volume six.

“I’m sorry if you’re bored..”

She sets the book down suddenly.

“Oh, not at all Rihla. It’s my goal to make you happy. And I’m starting to get a picture of what that means.”

She sweeps over to you. She’s ever so slightly translucent.

“Rihla. I would like to ask if you are comfortable with me taking the lead for now.”

Oh thank frick. Relief cascades through you like a waterfall. You’re shaking a little just from the pressure coming off of you.

“Yeah. That sounds nice.”

“You can of course change your mind at any time.”

You nod.

“Leline?”

“Yes Rihla?”

“T-thank you..”

She looks delighted.

“I’m just glad you’re giving me the chance to make you happy. Anyway.”

Her eye sharpens suddenly, a little more serious. She looks taller too, though that might just be her standing up straighter as she walks towards you. Her voice is ever so slightly more a threat as she speaks.

“It’s cute really. You thought you wanted another toy to play with, but it looks like the toy was you all along.”

Her light fills your vision. You are suddenly speechless.

“Weh- Ah-”

“What’s the matter Rihla? Are you nervous? Or just. Starving for my touch?”

You can hardly believe this is happening. You can’t form words. You nod, mouth agape, frozen like a stream in winter.

She breaks the ice with movement and pressure, taking your hands by force above your head. You can see one of the emitters flow through her, towards your hands. And she squeezes, lifts, and throws you back further onto your bed. The pressure doesn’t leave, and you can’t move your fingers. You look at your hands and see them shackled by translucent light, encased completely, with the emitter embedded between your palms like a jewel in amber. It’s beautiful. 

Leline climbs onto the bed and you yelp, broken out of your fascination.

“Feels nice to be trapped, doesn’t it.”

You give a micrometer nod in response.

“I think you’d look nice with more thorough bonds.”

Just a whimper now.

Another emitter appears in her palm. She tosses it at you, and you flinch, but of course she didn’t actually throw it at you. It sticks to the air above you, glowing and spinning slow as a thick rope of light descends towards your hands. It links up with the light shackle, and with a little encouragement from Leline, you are suddenly kneeling, your weight partially supported by the hanging rope. You feel light and floaty, both in a very real physical sense, and in a lovely hazy mental sense.

She looks at you appreciatively, a flirty sort of gaze that would normally send you into a panic but now only serves to thrill you. More light rope unspools from an emitter in her palm. “I’ll go over your clothes this time,” she mutters. This time. You shudder. That’s right. This isn’t a one time thing. You can do this whenever you want from now on. You close your eyes and take deep, shaky breaths as she places the center of the rope against the back of your neck, bringing the ends to the front, and begins tying a knot at the center of your chest.

Where the rope touches your skin it feels rough and textured and solid and somehow almost alive, you breathe in sharply as it bites, as it binds and wraps and ties in crisscross shapes, forming patterns and making you “even more beautiful,” she breathes by your ear and you shiver. She works until you can’t move more than a struggle, until you know for a fact that if the rope holding you up vanished you’d fall flat, unable to support yourself. Your body harnessed, your lower legs tied to your thighs and then bound to a knot on your back. And she fixes the emitter that projects this rope to the first knot, against your chest, to complete it. Your head hangs, a look of helpless bliss overtaken your face. You’re barely there, because you’re so there, so in the moment, so completely caught that even your thoughts can’t run away and cause havoc, even your anxieties and fears are for a moment stuck tight.

You glance at her, unable to look up to her face. Distantly, you notice how faded she is. Almost ghostly. Must be hard to maintain her whole body minus so many emitters.

“Now, what should I do with you.”

She says it with the perfect intonation that gives you room to go with the flow or make a request. And there is something you want.

“C-c-c-can. Y-y-you j-just hold m-me for a w-while..”

You barely manage to get the words out, but she understands completely. You never would have believed how easily she would understand what you need. She reclines, and the emitter holding you up tugs you gently back, and down, lowering you softly into her embrace. Your sore arms drop against you as she moves you, the only part of you besides your head you can even budge, and you breathe out that long, warm sigh of relief. And you lay very still while she strokes your hair. And it doesn’t end until you’re ready.

~~~

You walk out of your room, still a little unsteady. Vivi looks at you crossly. How dare you miss my dinnertime you riotous scoundrel, her expression says. She meows disdainfully at you. “I know, I know, I have to go to the bathroom first, I’m be right there I promise.” Another indignant meow as you duck into the bathroom.

When you come out, you’re surprised to see Leline in the main room. You bite you tongue. She’s petting Vivi, and Vivi is only biting her a little.

“I’m gonna be staying here for a while, I hope you don’t mind,” she says sweetly. Vivi shoots her a real ‘I’ll allow it but you’re on thin ice’ look, then marches primly over to you with more demands. Leline giggles.

“I didn’t know you were good with cats too,” you say with a smile. It’s a relief honestly.

“Me either,” she responds.

“Well- fuck, ow stop that Vivi”

Vivi is trying to use your leg as a scratching post.

“Fuck, no just.. Okay sorry Leline I’ve gotta feed her, she thinks she’s about to die of hunger.”

And Leline leans against a wall, and watches you look through cans of cat food for the good stuff. It already feels warmer in here.