September 2019 Bonus Story [Pretty late]

Hey all!

So, I had some personal stuff going on that stalled this one, my partners I rarely get to see were in town, work stuff, that sort of thing, coupled with it taking a good while for me to figure out exactly where exactly I wanted to go with this prompt. I think it turned out pretty well, and I hope you do too!

Winning prompt: You and your robot girlfriend exchange parts as the night’s risqué activities go on.  

Suggested by: Samantha McCormick (Thank you so much!!)

~2040 words

CW:

• D/s
• Robot/Robot
• Lots of sexual content
• Kissing
• Oral fixation
• Mechanical limb removal and swapping
• Losing control of your own body parts
• Your girlfriend borrowing your synthetic dick
• Slapping
• Hair pulling
• Aftercare

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You are at your desk, bored, scrolling through a review of a game you’re half interested in, when your girlfriend comes home. You hear the door close in the other room.

“Welcome home!” you yell.

“Finally. I’ll be right in,” she calls back.

You are increasingly less interested in this game the more of the review you read, so you close it. You’ll probably still play it honestly, it’s got high quality anime bullshit even if the combat sounds repetitive.

While you’re pondering that, the bedroom door opens. You smile up at her as she sets down her bag. She takes off her office faceplate, and slots on her comfy home one. Then she walks over towards you.

“How was it?”

Your sensors light up as your girlfriend runs her hands down your back. A small shiver of delight from the warmth of her hands, a sigh of comfortable excitement. Her silicone plated fingers pad softly against your metallic exterior. You look at her, and she nuzzles her head against yours with a delicate clack. You enjoy the closeness for a few sweet moments before bothering to say anything.

“What’s up?”

She runs her hands down your shoulders, so so slowly.

“Nothings up. You just look really pretty right now.”

You giggle and blush, running your fingers over her hand.

“I look the same as I always do.”

“I know.”

You giggle more, smiling widely.

“You busy right now?”

Your fans spin up a little as you catch that look in her eyes.

“Ah. No, not really. Why?”

You yelp as she suddenly pulls your chair away from your desk.

“Mm, you know why.”

Her hand slides up your chestplate, and her palm wraps around your throat for just a moment, before she pulls it away to gently stroke your cheek. Your fans are really going by now.

“R-right. Um. Sounds nice.”

You look away bashfully.

“Oh, there is something I want to try, if you’re up to give me a hand.”

You feel a little spark of excitement, and curiosity. You’ve been with her for a while now, she knows your limits well, and you trust her to respect them.

“Yes, whatever you have in mind is good..”

Your voice is softer, smaller now. Even the way you hold yourself, you shrink a little when she starts acting like this. You can’t help it; she knows how to play you so well.

“Good. Now, hand out.”

You hold your right hand out trepidatiously. She grabs it by the wrist, pulls it taut, then runs her other thumb down the seam of your shoulder.

“H-hey, what are you..”

Her thumb presses sharply, and with a jolt, your arm releases from it’s socket. You gasp.

She takes it away, and you watch in slow realization as she detaches her own right arm. Your fingers twitch, still under your control.

“I said I needed you to give me a hand.” 

You groan loudly.

“You’re so silly. Why are you-”

Your voice cuts out, and your body shudders a little, as she slots your arm into her connector. Override commands hit fast, and your joints struggle for only a few seconds before succumbing. She flexes your borrowed arm, and smiles. Tracing a finger slowly down the wrist, you realize you can still feel any sensations from the borrowed limb.

“Get the picture now? You can use my arm while you’re down one.”

She passes you her right arm. You hesitate. That’s. Suspiciously generous of her. She’s so not good at disguising her excitement when she’s about to do something mean. But, you like it when she mean, so you slot the arm in anyway.

You’ve never swapped active parts before, so you don’t know what to expect. But you figure out the trick pretty quick when your permission’s request fails, and she uses the arm you have attached to you to stroke your own cheek.

“That’s not fair!” you yelp indignantly.

“What’s not?”

“Now you just have three arms, give me control of this o-”

She slaps you across the cheek with her right arm, hard. It stings. It takes your breath away, clouding your head as your mind processes the sensation of slapping and being slapped in the same moment, in control of none of it. You touch your cheek with your left hand, trembling slightly.

“I think I interrupted, were you saying something?”

A wave of something between intimidation and adoration washes over you.

“I-”

You barely get that out before your right hand wraps around your throat, ferociously cutting off the air to your voice box.

“Aahh.. Ah..”

“Heh, you’re cute. I just want to make a mess of you.”

She lifts you briskly by your arm, your mind still stumbling over mixed sensory signals. You stumble a few steps, before she spins you and throws you face first onto the bed.

You start to pull yourself up, one handed, face flushed.

“W-wait a- Mmm!”

Your rogue right hand pushes it’s fingers into your mouth, playfully toying with your tongue. Your breathing is heavy, and you immediately lose track of what you were trying to say. You get very distracted when your mouth is full.

“While you’re busy sucking on those, let me just..”

Your other arm, the one still under your control, disconnects suddenly. You make some muffled protests that don’t go very far. Soon enough, she’s attaching her other arm to you.

Now in control of both of your attached arms, she keeps pushing fingers in and out of your mouth, while the left hand drifts between your legs. Unable to interfere, you being stroking yourself through your panties.

“Mmfff..”

You moan and pant and drool, increasingly caught up in the moment as your girlfriend grabs your hips, and you feel the sensation of that touch while your butt is pushed up into the air.

The hand in your mouth pulls out, grabs a bunch of your hair, and pulls you up sharply. You feel her hands running up your back, feel her breath on your neck. You whine, desperate and high pitched.

Growling by you ear, you hear her say, “Would you like me to fuck you?”

You squeal and whine and wiggle and thrust weakly into your hijacked hand that’s still stroking you.

“That’s not an answer.”

You whine louder, struggling to get the words out.

“I mean, if you want me to stop-”

“N-no!!”

You shudder.

“Then say it~”

“P-please.. P-please f-fuck me..”

“Oh, that’s a good girl.”

You blush bright, and when she releases your hair, you bury your face into the covers.

“Hmmm. Let me see.”

She hikes up your skirt, then pulls down your panties, rubbing her thumb along you. She wraps her fingers around your synthetic dick, stroking lightly. You groan softly.

“Mm, yes. Nice and hard. I’ll take that too actually.”

You eyes go wide.

“Hey, that-”

Too late. She’s already slotted it off. You can still feel it in her hand, aching with unfulfilled want. Curse your modular body. Well. You don’t mean that. You’re enjoying this quite a bit.

Movement. Your arms are pushing, flipping you over. You’re dizzy from everything, overstimulated in a very nice way. She pulls you up by your hair, and pushes your face against your dick, now attached to her frame.

“Why don’t you warm it up a little.”

You take in a shaky breath, obediently opening your mouth so she can push into it. Fuck. It feels so good you might overflow and crash. She thrusts authoritatively into you, down your throat, cutting off your air and holding you in place so all you can do is squeak quietly and take it. You feel yourself twitch in your mouth, you run your tongue along your own length, you taste it, all the while unable to escape the fact that even though it’s your dick, she’s fucking your face with it.

More more more. She’s going faster, holding onto grooves in your head like they are handles, and you don’t realize this at the time, but your expression is hanging on a moment of overwhelmed excitement now that your processor is too stuck on sensation to bother to update it.

With a sharp tug she pulls you off, and you pant and gasp, drawing in air, eyes flickering and lost.

“Mm, that’s a good look for you. Did you like sucking your own dick?”

You nod, hazy and needy.

“Are you okay to keep going?”

You nod faster. The check in is nice, but you’re just so worked up by now, you can’t think of stopping.

“Alright. Lay back.”

Your arms drop out from under you, and you fall back on the bed. Still hers, they move down to grip your upper legs, and hoist them up, giving her a good angle. She strokes one of your thighs, taking her time, looking you over hungrily. You whine, quietly but incessantly. You want it. You need it.

“You really like this, don’t you? It’s cute how fast you got all worked up.”

“Nnn!!”

“Gone nonverbal on me? Well, that’s just fine, you don’t need words for this.”

Your hands slide up to your chest, groping, while she circles your ass with her thumb. Your fingers feel so familiar, yet so strange, moving under her control.

“Ready~?”

You take in breath sharply.

“Ye-”

Fingers in your mouth again, cutting you off, the other hand still playing with your chest, distracting you right up until she pulls every bit of your attention back, as she pushes into you with agonizing, frustrating, infuriating slowness. She chuckles while you choke out a desperate howl of pleasure. You can’t even curl your fingers grab onto the sheets as you so desperately want to, so you just curl your toes, your body shrinking as small as it can, pressed tight from focus and stimulation. Fuck. FUCK. She’s fucking you so good, you’re filling yourself up, every thread in your processor is on pause, replaced one by one with constant, overriding calculations about what this feels like, tracing every moment of this experience with singular, unrelenting obsession, tracking every thrust, every squeeze, every grunt that either of you makes, your vision blurred and unfocused, why focus your camera your focus is elsewhere oh shes hitting that spot so good fuck fuck fuck never stop please keep fucking me wait are you saying this out loud you can’t even tell anymore please don’t stop I’m-

You let out a high pitched squeal, your whole body shuddering and writhing and. You cum inside yourself. Your mind analyzing every twitch and slow pump, that trickling feeling inside as synthetic cum drips down into you. She pulls out slowly, and the fingers leave your mouth, and you’re panting. She wraps her arms around you, pulls you tight to her chest as you curl into her.

“Ah, did you enjoy that?”

Eyes still flickering, you nod. You look at her expectantly, waiting for an answer.

“Oh, yes, I definitely enjoyed that. Gonna have to play with this more sometime.”

You moan appreciatively. You try to pull words back, to say something.

“Don’t force yourself to talk. Let it come back naturally.”

She climbs into bed, pulling you along with her. You can’t do much yet besides let yourself be moved.

“I’ll swap your parts back in a bit, okay?”

You nod, and feel her arms, still attached to you, wrap around you, hugging you as she embraces you with the arms she’s borrowing. It’s a confusing mess of sensations, but at the same time, comforting. It makes you feel small, comfortable. And after all that, all you want to be is held.

She murmurs sweet things in your ear. Kisses your cheek every now and then. And holds you close, for as long as you need.

Later, when every limb is back where it’s supposed to be, and you’re mostly back to coherent thought, you ask her again how her day went, and she tells you all about it, mundane and ordinary and not terribly interesting, and you hold her hand, and you smile, and there is no place you’d rather be than right here, right now, with her.