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The Stripe & Sprocket's BIG Adventures: Friendship is Binary

Characters © Boo3

Story © Danath

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Sprocket leaned over the workbench, balancing herself on her prodigious chest. The brown-furred squirrel hummed as she peered through her eye lens at the sensitive electronics positioned beneath her soldering iron. With a delicate touch, the well-endowed herm carefully finished the circuit board for a piece of tech she wanted to try out, one of many projects she had going in the large, subterranean workspace. The largely empty office space above served as a front for the operations of Sprocket and The Stripe, the famous - or infamous, depending on morals - superhero.

Sprocket shifted her stance, double-checking her work through the eyeglass. The squirrel's thick canvas apron pulled down across her chest as the heavy orbs flattened against the rough, well-used wooden countertop. She grunted, leaning over to peer at the circuit board, spreading her legs a bit. A heavy sheath, as thick around as her muscular bicep, dangled between her thighs. The cream-furred sheath and nuts hung low, almost to her knees, as she confirmed her work. She grunted again as her thick pink nipples rubbed against the canvas while she moved the eyepiece back and forth. It didn't used to be this difficult to work, back when she was a guy with minor superpowers. Meeting The Stripe changed all that pretty quickly, though.

Satisfied, the squirrel stood and exhaled. The programming would be much simpler, especially with the help of several tech-minded people who frequented The Stripe's forums. Sprocket waved a paw, blowing the smoke from the soldering iron away, and paused to admire her work, disregarding the fact she stood hip deep in various projects, successful and failed alike, most with various internal components ransacked and repurposed for other crime-fighting missions. Several wall lamps lit the room, along with the glow of half a dozen laptops and twice as many desktop workstations, each running its own set of customized software: news and police scanners, internet hotlists, deep intelligence learning on various villains, and predictive software of Sprocket's own creation.

Bathed in the glow of more than a dozen monitors in the tight, warm space, Sprocket didn't notice the shuddering underfoot at first. Eventually, however, the over-endowed squirrel grasped at the countertop to keep from falling over. She grimaced as her heavy breasts sloshed side to side, barely reined in by her brown canvas overalls. Her heavy sheath smacked into her thighs; the heavy organ's slaps made the squirrel grunt, sensitive as she was to any stimulation nowadays.

Sprocket kept a firm grip on the counter until the shaking subsided, believing it to only be the machinations of the Class 1 superhero she worked with, The Stripe. The Stripe was a huge tigress, but an incredibly fortunate - depending on how a person looked at it - origin story left her with four arms, four breasts, and massive maleness, and an unquenchable thirst for justice. The Stripe would say that last part was added on for effect and that the trappings of superhero-ness wore thing quickly, but Sprocket was always there to provide the counterpoint. As pessimistic as The Stripe, a.k.a. Joseph, a.k.a. Jojo, would be, the perkey squirrel provided relentless optimism. The building shaking to the point of nearly falling down? Merely The Stripe testing out some heretofore untested new ability, no doubt. The clanking, large red boiler filling the back quarter of the basement went out completely, as did the power. Sprocket's off-grid emergency generators kicked in immediately, keeping the power flow continuous despite the rattling and groaning of the building.

The shuddering subsided after a few long bone-jarring minutes. Sprocket glanced worriedly at her new circuit board before turning for the stairs and bounding up them. That couldn't have been Jojo, she thought. She knew better than to accidentally cause any damage to the buildings in the area. She opened the door to the first floor and darted for the center. The squirrel's claws scratched against the hard white marble floor of the building's lobby, still decked out in its previous business trappings. The inside of the building was fine - nothing appeared to be damaged in any way. The problem, Sprocket saw, was the outside was all wrong. Usually the building faced a semi-busy street full of pedestrians and cars on the outer edge of the financial district. For the moment, however, the view out of the front doors was of space.

Sprocket gazed wide-eyed for just a few moments before snapping back into action. Someone, she posited, took the building. Considering the shaking and rattling from before, the whole place had been launched or beamed into space. That meant someone nearby knew what was going on. Sprocket glanced upwards and hit a switch with her foot hidden in the marble floor. Above, a portion of the ceiling disappeared. Sprocket leapt upwards, flying straight through the hole to the second floor. She kept going, to the third and then the fourth, but stopped short and closed the holes with another switch in the marble.

Sprocket dove to the side, landing heavily on her breasts and sheath as she slid across the floor and crashed into a small room. The fourth floor held the living quarters and the room Sprocket was in was an office converted into a laundry room. Covered in fresh linens, Sprocket cautiously crawled towards the door and peered out.

The reason for her sudden dash was twofold: two large, dragon-like creatures standing on short, stumpy legs, each holding what was obviously an energy rifle of some sort. They wore matching black uniforms with red pips along the wrists - some sort of rank indicator. Sprocket took all this in and more in just a quick glance: Jojo being dragged out of the window by half a dozen more of the long-torsoed, black-scaled dragons; the bulky, black, brick-shaped starship hovering outside; and the silver robot currently digging through Sprocket's underwear drawer.

Despite her friend and partner being kidnapped, Sprocket focused on the robot first. She'd already accepted the situation and was running possible scenarios for rescue. The robot appeared semi-autonomous, but of a different sort of tech entirely than the space dragons' energy weapons or the starship, suggesting it was borrowed tech. And if someone borrowed it once, she could borrow it again, with a little thoughtful application of computer knowledge. With access to the ship's computer, a rescue scenario would be much simpler. It would also allow her to learn the dragons' motives for kidnapping an entire building just to get at the superhero inside. The robot was made of silver, but appeared to be able to change its form and function by reshaping its body and appendages. As Sprocket watched, the robot's hand molded instead into a pair of long needle-nose tweezers, which delicately lifted a pair of lacy, frilly pink satin panties. Sprocket blushed with anger. Those happened to be her favorite pair and she didn't appreciate strangers handling her unmentionables. The robot was slim at the moment, around seven feet tall or so, roughly the same as the height of the dragons. It had a face with two eyes, a small mouth, and a few tiny slits where a nose would go. There were no markings or clothing on it at all, but Sprocket couldn't make out any joints, either. How it moved was a mystery.

She peeked around the corner at Jojo next. The tiger's four arms were pinned against her sides by coils of black cables. The cables slithered and rippled around her, soaking up any movement and preventing the tiger from simply flexing her ridiculously muscular body free. The cables went from her neck down to her feet, but when she angrily tried to snap at one of her captors, the cables went around her muzzle several times as well. She otherwise appeared unharmed as she was pulled onto the black ship and disappeared from view.

That left the dragons themselves. Black scales, probably for defensive purposes due to their size. The dragons didn't appear to move very quickly, taking slow and plodding steps. Slow metabolisms, long lives. Sprocket ran through the details, categorizing and analyzing every one for anything useful. Yellow, brown, and gray eyes. Short legs. Long chests and arms. Slow. Many wore black visors, possibly to enhance their vision. Definitely communication devices.

The dragons nearest Sprocket turned to head back to the ship, their mission accomplished. Sprocket, still dressed only in her canvas apron, followed, stealthily dashing from hiding place to hiding place through the large, open-air floor plan. They'd removed the individual rooms, leaving the sleeping area, kitchen, and television rooms connected to each other, and to the balcony outside. Sprocket focused on staying close to the guards. She hadn't noticed nostrils flaring or tongues flicking, so how they detected scent she wasn't sure yet. Maybe their sense of smell was weak - that would work in her favor. Personally, Sprocket found the dragons to smell fairly musty and kind of leathery.

Each of the two guards had just set a single foot on the ship when Sprocket made her move. She barreled into them from behind, elbows akimbo, before her paws lashed out, grabbing the backs of their skulls and knocking them forward into the solid metal walls of the ship's hull. They dropped like stones. Sprocket quickly dragged them into a side corridor, then stood and wiped her paws on the front of her apron. The interior of the ship was a dark gray color. Yellow running lights in the corners of the floor and ceiling provided the half-naked squirrel plenty of illumination as she rifled through the unconscious guards' pockets for anything that might be useful.

"That was impressive."

Sprocket whirled around. Her eyes opened in surprise when she saw the robot from earlier standing no less than five feet away in the corridor. It regarded her with a neutral expression on its "face," as best as the squirrel could tell. No point running - if it was ringing a silent alarm, she'd find out soon enough.

"Uh... thank you?"

"You're welcome."

Up close, the robot's tech was even more impressive. The metal frame moved easily and smoothly, but appeared to alternate between liquid and solid. Its voice was calm and unsurprised.

"Are you curious as to how I operate?" the robot asked.

Sprocket nodded.

"I am composed of several neural networks operating high-powered electromagnets to change the shape of the fluid shell surrounding me. This enables me to repurpose my hull to various purposes while still providing adequate protection."

"Electromagnets controlling a liquid shell," Sprocket repeated, then whistled. "You've got some serious hardware."

"Thank you, As do you."

Sprocket blinked. The robot's tone of voice had not changed - it was neutral, as ever. But she could have sworn that was flirting. But that was silly. Robots, even advanced robots, couldn't really flirt.

"I don't mean to be rude, but I have many questions," Sprocket said.

"The creatures that control this ship are known as the Kyolin. They are a paranoid species who have abducted your friend because she was deemed a threat to Kyolin society. Of course, everything that's not Kyolin is a threat to Kyolin society, so take that with a grain of salt. Also, I am a semi-autonomous AI, as you may have guessed. I was stolen and reprogrammed by the Kyolin to help them observer planets like yours for possible threats. Which are many, as I mentioned."

Sprocket stared at the robot for a few long moments.

"You were reprogrammed."

"Yes."

"By the Kyolin."

"Yes."

"To monitor Earth."

"Right."

"So you can use idioms because..."

"First comes sentience, then comes metaphor." The robot even rolled its eyes. Sprocket grinned. How much television had this machine seen? The robot continued: "I am an advanced, semi-autonomous AI, and while I am not allowed to actively help you rescue your friend, I am allowed to not actively stop you, either. This conversation verges on a programming violation."

"Okay. Can I reprogram you to remove the limitations set in place by the Kyolin?"

"My programming limitations are tethered to the ship's computer. Remove me from the range of the ship and the default firmware will kick in."

Sprockets considered, thinking fast, as she always did. "So I've got to break Jojo free, get you and her off the ship, and get my secret lair back to Earth in one piece."

"Please let me know when you come up with a solution. In the meantime, what is your name?"

Sprocket blinked. She'd never been asked for her name by a sentient AI before. "Uh... I'm Sprocket. Nice to meet you. And you are..."

"I currently have no designation," the robot said. "The Kyorin view me as a useful tool for one thing only. All they want are memos about possible threats. Otherwise they leave me be."

The robot lifted its right arm and uncurled a set of five fingers from what was moments before solid metal - or at least, appeared to be solid. Sprocket would have been more amazed if what the robot showed her wasn't the same pair of frilly pink panties from earlier.

"I apologize for taking these."

Sprocket's eyes narrowed. "And why did you?" she asked, trying to keep her voice as calm as the robot's.

"Because I like them."

"You help me get Jojo and my lair back to Earth and I'll buy you all the panties you could want," Sprocket said.

The robot's facial expression didn't change, but it nodded it's head and smiled. "Thank you."

An intelligent AI with a panty fetish on top of aliens abducting the world's most powerful superhero? Today was not just another day. But still... Sprocket grinned. A robot friend? Without a name? She might have the chance to name a new robot friend? This was like her six-year-old self's wish come true. But first things first.

"Okay, the ship's computer. Can I give it commands?"

"Yes. But it will ignore them."

"Where's the nearest console?"

The robot motioned to a recessed panel at the end of the short corridor. Several large, round doors were closed for the moment lining either side of the hallway. Sprocket grasped the wrist of an unconscious guard and dragged him over to the panel, then lifted his hand to the rectangular pad on the side. The screen flickered. Using the guard's fingers, Sprocket dabbed at the screen, figuring out its controls. The computer-minded squirrel quickly discovered the location of The Stripe.

"Can you wait in the building? I think I have a plan..."

The robot nodded. "I am not allowed to follow your commands at the present time, but I will be conducting additional research on Earth by examining the building from the inside."

Sprocket nodded. "How far away from the ship computer do you have to be to break the tether?"

"I am not allowed to discuss that information."

"Programming limitations?"

"I'm... not allowed to discuss that information."

"Right." Sprocket glanced the curious robot over once more, then squared her shoulders. "See you in the building."

The robot calmly moved out of the corridor and turned the corner towards the open window to which the ship had docked, disappearing from view.

"And don't take any more of my underwear!" Sprocket called after.

The squirrel grinned down at the unconscious Kyolin at her feet and grabbed his wrist again. "Alright, let's find out how good you are at typing."

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The Stripe yawned and smacked her thick black lips together before trying to roll onto her side. Finding she couldn't, she pulled at her right arms and grunted, eyes still closed. Something shocked her wrists, forcing the tiger's eyes wide open.

She was nude, which wasn't that unusual, but being strapped to a large table with a few decidedly unfriendly-looking scientific instruments pointed at various body parts was. The tiger growled and lunged forward, straining with every muscle to break free of the restraints. The electric tingling grew worse and worse the harder she fought against it, until she had to give up and flopped back against the table bed, panting hard. The electric shock subsided quickly once she stopped fighting it.

Turning her head, The Stripe looked around the room as best as she was able. It was mostly empty, with black walls and blacked out, circular viewports. Yellow running lights provided a small amount of light, but enough for the tiger to see in the semi-darkness. Some of the equipment moved back and forth as various lights and scans flashed across her fur, highlighting her muscular figure, including all four heavy breasts and both fat sheaths stacked on top of each other.Her breasts jiggled as she realized even her nipples were circled by the same electroshock restraints as her wrists and legs.

She closed her eyes as the electric tingling caused no small amount of pleasure in her four thick, sensitive nips. The black skin twitched as the nipples each grew firm with arousal, extending slightly outwards from the soft white fur supporting them. The tingling sensations grew more intense as she took several deep breaths, pushing her chest out against the bindings.

Her ears twitched when she heard footsteps nearby, possibly on the other side of the glass. She also felt better and better as the tingling buzzed around her fur, making it stand up on end. The tigress groaned aloud when both of her thick malenesses sprung free from their sheaths and slithered up her belly, rubbing against each other nicely along the way.

That's when she found out her balls had similar bindings. The intense electrical shocks spurred her twin arousals as she moaned even louder and bucked her hips outwards, flexing every muscle again as the electric tingles spasmed their way up her spine. The footsteps grew in number, as did the muted voices The Stripe could hear even through the walls, some raised in alarm.

The nine foot tiger grinned. Kidnap The Stripe, she thought, and you get what you get. They were unaware that when she got aroused, she got stronger. Putting her in bondage gear was no trap at all.

She lunged upwards again, causing both titan shafts to flop forward, then land heavily back on her belly and breasts with a pair of loud thwaps. Her tail twitched and wriggled as her nipples danced, held aloft by the faintly glowing yellow metal. The glow grew brighter and The Stripe realized the restraints were held aloft on their own.

The uses for such high tech bondage gear escaped Jojo for the moment as both of her three-foot erections spat out a few hot globs of clear pre-cum, splattering across one of the monitors set next to her head and obscuring the display. She kept thrusting, moaning and gasping as the electric pleasure intensified. Her twins twitched and trembled, fully erect, hard as she could remember, bouncing up and down off her soft belly fur and hard abdominals. The upper one pushed between her lower set of breasts, spilling more pre-cum into her cleavage, as the other whacked against it several times, flinging seed across the room. An especially large glob splattered over one of the viewports, eliciting a series of louder protests in some language The Stripe didn't know.

The tiger groaned again, flexing her arms, pushing them up into the air, reaching for her aching breasts. Her nipples tugged up and down as the restraints only pleasured her more and more. She didn't care if this was the intended effect or not by now, though the general volume of alarm had grown and some of the lights in the room changed to a menacing red ochre when her wide hips slammed back down into the table over and over, each time pumping more clear pre-cum from her swollen and hyperproductive balls.

The electric tingling abruptly cut out. Jojo's eyes snapped open as she came viciously in response, both cannons painting the far wall and the sensitive electronic equipment white. With her newfound mobility, the tigress clutched at her four swollen breasts with all four paws, gasping as she shuddered, hips pumping, still shooting thick jets of warm seed in ten- to fifteen-foot arcs. The machinery shorted out, crackling and snapping before dying completely. The lights in the room all turned red as the tigress's orgasm continued unabated. The sound of shouting voices accompanied The Stripe's eager growls and moans.

Leaning forward, Jojo used two paws to pull her massive twins upright, shoving them between her four aching breasts. Gouts of sticky cum splattered her face and chest before she shoved her head down over one spurting length, taking the tip and then some to the back of her throat. She grunted and closed her eyes, shivering from head to toe as her own hot seed poured into her belly. Two paws stroked her other shaft relentlessly as she bobbed her head, gasping between spurts for breaths of fresh air.

The door to the room suddenly opened and The Stripe pulled her head away from her own spurting cock to look. She rolled off the table and landed on all fours on the floor, moaning as her huge twins smacked against the smooth, cool metal. All four biceps bulged obscenely as she ripped the metal table right out of the floor and hurled it towards the doorway, sending the gathered Kyolin security scattering. The bed landed four inches deep into the wall, covering the door at a slight angle and causing the bulkhead to creak.

Panting hard, hunched over, both cocks still gushing with seed, the tigress tried to size up the situation between bursts of severe pleasure. The electric shocks heightened her senses, making every feel so much better, leaving her limping towards the door as orgasmic aftershocks made her movement difficult.

One huge paw reached out and ripped the table out of the doorway. She stared down at the lone security guard remaining on the other side. The black-scaled dragon-like alien looked up at the growling tigress, her teeth bared, both massive cocks flexing, spurting ropes of jizz that splattered onto the floor at his feet, before turning tail and scampering down the corridor.

The moment The Stripe set a foot into the corridor, all the lights turned red and sirens blared. She could hear more footsteps approaching - lots of them - as she lurched into the corridor, shoulder leaving a dent in the bulkhead as she pushed herself upright, staggering as she came hard. She made it a few steps before dropping to her knees, hips out, four paws working rapidly over both her twins, until a fresh orgasm ripped through her muscular frame. Her knees dented the metal underneath her as she bucked into her paws, urging out more and more and more thick seed, until the corridor for twenty some feet in either direction was awash in fresh tiger cum.

The first wave of security showed up a few moments later, marching down the hallway towards her. They had thick armor and helmets, obscuring their reptilian snouts. The first line reached the wave of cum and several slipped, bringing down the rest of their comrades, until more than a dozen Kyolin security helpless skidded around in a growing pool of tiger cum.

The Stripe grinned as she stood slowly, shaking herself from head to toe. The haze of lust lifted somewhat, enough for her to focus on which direction to go to escape. The problem was, she had no idea which way to go, but the opposite direction of the shouting security guards seemed like a good idea.

* * *

Sprocket figured out the computers enough to get it to accept her commands as legitimate through some clever hackery, but progress was slow. It got even slower when the alarms went off and all the lights turned red. She could hear shouts deeper into the ship, but the floorplan was confusing.

The sound of the security guards gave her an idea, however, and she quickly broke through the security into the camera feeds. With them under her control, she located The Stripe... who was currently breaking open rooms with her bare hands, completely naked, and cumming like a fountain.

So a typical rescue mission after all, Sprocket thought wryly, though even in distressing times like the present she couldn't help but stare longingly at the tiger's massive, over-endowed body. Her fat maleness twitched her sheath between her thighs as she worked out the controls to to the floor lights and put them into override mode, turning a running row orange and black instead of the normal red or yellow.

Sprocket watched on camera as The Stripe saw the lights changed and followed them instead, picking up her pace and nearly sprinting down the corridors, bowling over any security guards unlucky enough to get in her way, and often leaving them covered in cum as she did.

The lumbering tiger's footsteps echoed louder and louder as she made her way through the ship. Sprocket watched on the monitor with one eye while the other focused on hacking into the computer controls. Setting off chaos across the ship seemed to be the best move, first by turning on the auto-cleanse routine. Not only would the cleaning subroutines get in the way of security, it would eliminate all foreign substances - such as The Stripe's DNA-rich cum. Sprocket did not like the idea of aliens with advanced tech getting their hands on a sample. Next, she programmed in a few choice messages to the leaders of the Kyolin, set to play automatically and loudly for... well, ever. Better to make sure they got the message: don't mess with Earth.

The last step was the neatest trick. She used the alien computer to dump data into her own system still in the building, which was powered by an independent generator. In other words, great wifi. The alien data could prove useful and leaving the hard drives blank meant the ship couldn't simply turn around and come back to Earth on its own. The only thing that remained was the location of the alien's home planet. Well, not the location precisely, but close enough. As paranoid a species as the Kyolin seemed to be, they did a good job of hiding secrets. Much of the data she'd managed to download was encrypted.

Spurts of cum splattered into the corridor to Sprocket's left. She tapped a few last commands into the ship's computer and bolted as the auto-implementation virus took hold, overriding any and all safeguards the ship's technicians could attempt. The ship would return the building to its original location on Earth and then head home - period. With the squirrel's loud, angry message about respecting other people and planets echoing in their heads all the while.

"Stripe!" the squirrel hollered, leaping forward from one side of the corridor.

The tigress sprinted to catch up and wrapped two arms around the squirrel, pulling her in tight to her side. Sprocket squirmed as she found her face pressing between the two breasts on the tiger's right side. The giant feline leapt forward, launching herself a good thirty feet, overshooting the exit of the ship and barreling straight into the living quarters of the building moments before it disconnected. Held in the reversed tractor beam, the building shot towards the planet below while Sprocket and The Stripe went heads over tails through the residence, landing in a heap across the bed, with the squirrel sprawled over Jojo's belly, both cocks bouncing up and down on the smaller herm's backside.

As the ship receded and Earth grew closer, Jojo and Sprocket embraced, hugging each other firmly on the bed.

"Who were those guys?" Jojo asked eventually, still gasping for breath after the reckless run through the ship.

"Aliens. Called Kyolin. Thought you were a threat to them, but I made it clear in the message I sent that you're only a threat to people who threaten Earth. And that I stole their robot, too."

The Stripe's eyebrow lifted. "You stole a robot? Cool! I stole these!"

The tiger's paw opened and a handful of black bracelets with yellow electronics embedded throughout fell onto her breasts. Sprocket peered down at them excitedly.

"What are they?"

"Supposed to be something that could hold me, but I guess I overpowered them." The tiger grinned, all her white teeth bared.

"I'll get them into the lab and figure out what we can do with them," Sprocket said, scooping them up into her arms.

Two large paws slid up the squirrel's hips while another pair of fingers groped at her white-furred chest, teasing along the dividing line between the red and cream.

"I've got something else you can take care of first," the feline said, her voice a low and luxurious purr.

The building drifted down towards the planet, twisting slowly to line up with its original position on the outskirts of the financial district. Sprocket looked out the window, admiring the view of the planet, as Stripe pushed her over onto her back and growled with lust, huffing and snuffing at her breasts and neck. The squirrel's eager squeaks and moans echoed through the residence, growing especially loud as one of the feline's stalks spread her open and filled her completely. Their breasts, all six in total, squeezed and rubbed together as the impromptu lovemaking commenced with little thought to foreplay. The tiger's libido was up and there was no denying her in this kind of mood, Sprocket knew. Not that she was complaining.

The view of the city grew closer and closer as the tigress clutched at the squirrel, growling her pleasure so loudly Sprocket's whole body vibrated around the huge feline's cock. She nearly disappeared into the mattress as the randy tigress plowed her, hard, fast, eager. Her need rose higher and higher, until she was pumping the entire length deep into the squirrel on every ragged thrust.

The building crunched into the ground with a heavy thud. It forced The Stripe forward, hard, and the tiger's roar filled the building as she came again. Both cocks went off, one deep in Sprocket's suddenly rounder body, the other into the blankets beneath, turning the deep mattress into a soaking pool in a matter of moments. Sprocket clutched at the tiger's shoulders, small claws digging into the feline's orange and black-striped pelt desperately. She came hard, unable to hold back, as her own heavy, large shaft slid between Stripe's breasts, matching the pace of the tiger's thrusting hips.

Nearer and nearer they got to the surface, the views more spectacular as they approached the city, though neither had time to look anywhere but at each other. Sprocket's belly distended out and in as the tigress plowed her, four arms holding the smaller squirrel in place, muscles bulging, panting, muzzle open, saliva running over her lips. They moaned at each other in unison at the peaks and panted hard in the lows, their rhythm intense and in perfect unison.

Neither spoke as they collapsed together onto the wet mattress. The Stripe rolled over, clutching Sprocket to her midsection as her twitching cock flexed inside the squirrel, each time stretching the smaller herm's belly to a lewd degree. Jojo nipped at Sprocket's ears, purring with satisfaction as the building settled fully into place.

"Are there any other aliens waiting to grab me in my sleep?" The Stripe asked after a while. Her ears twitched as she listened to the sirens from outside. No doubt the authorities would want an explanation.

Sprocket had a similar idea. She reached across the tiger's wide, hard belly, reaching into a nightstand to pull out a phone. Still impaled on one of the massive tiger's twin erections, she dialed a number and tried to control her breathing as she spoke.

"Chief... Sprocket here."

Loud shouting.

"Yes, Chief."

More shouting. The Stripe purred and shifted her hips, pushing her cock deep, fitting all three feet somehow into the squirrel's bulging belly. Sprocket let out a lewd moan and quickly apologized.

"Ohhhh! Oh, sorry, Chief. Yes, we dealt with it. Aliens. Yes. No. Yes, Chief. Aliens. Yes."

Sprocket shuddered as The Stripe's paws grasped at her hips, just above her round rump, and pulled her up before pushing her down. But the tiger did it slow, fractions of an inch a second, making every thrust last minutes, were she to have enough time to complete a full in and out.

"YeschiefnochieflistenIcan'treallytalkrightnow! I'll call you later and explain everythingggggmmmmffffoooooooo!"

The phone dropped into a puddle of cum on the floor, the call ended. Sprocket grabbed at two of the Stripe's fat black nipples, squeezing them hard and twisting, getting a yowl out of the big tiger.

"You... ooh... shouldn't... mmmfff... do that... ahhh! while I'm on the phone!" Sprocket gasped, as the speed of The Stripe's thrusts increased.

The tigress just growled in response and pinned the squirrel down for another round, a grin on her broad muzzle.

"Excuse me..."

Both squirrel and tiger turned their heads, surprised to hear a voice. The robot stood near the door, one arm raised to rub at its chrome skull. The other pressed to its belly. The smooth figure rippled from head to toe.

"I think... the tether... is... breaking... default... firmware... reinstalling..."

The Stripe glanced at Sprocket questioningly.

"The ship's computer controlled it," the squirrel whispered, wincing as the tiger's thickness flexed again inside her.

The robot suddenly went solid. Solid like a cube, which is what the machine morphed into over the course of a few seconds. A flashing light on the top blinked a few times in a bright pink before metallic extrusions formed on the otherwise smooth surface.

"Are we watching a Kyolin robot reboot?" The Stripe asked in a whisper.

"It's not Kyolin, but I think so," Sprocket whispered back.

The morph process completed quickly. Sprocket and The Stripe both stared at the newly rebooted machine, which looked little like it had before. Rather than a smooth, formless machine, the new robot sported plenty of curves. Large, smooth breasts hung from the robot's chest. The nipples protruding from the breasts darkened to a rusty maroon shade. Her belly narrowed, wasp-like, to a pair of wide hips sporting not only a spectacularly round and shiny rump, but a robo-cock that dropped past her knees, complete with softball-sized testicles.

"Greetings, new owners. I am a #~!?[/$@# from #&@!!#@," the robot said, mixing alien words in with the English. "I am currently on: default mode."

The robot's eyes sparked to life, shining in a vivid pink unlike the dull yellow they'd taken on earlier while under the control of the Kyolin ship. Sprocket tried to shift herself away from the tigress, but the horny tiger's paws dug into the squirrel's rump; the other pair stroked her backside slowly, causing Sprocket to groan again.

"Hello again," the robot said, directing her words towards Sprocket. "Thanks for getting me away from the Kyolin! I didn't like them much!"

The robot's tone of voice was no longer neutral. It was best described as electronic effervescence.

"Anyways, my root programming requires me to work for non-AI sentients. Do you have an opening?" the robot continued. Her gazed shifted to the bemused tigress who was still hilt-deep in the shuddering squirrel. "Nice to meet you as well."

"Uhhh... a little busy... at the moment... but yes... I think we can... ooooh... work something out!" Sprocket said, ending the sentence with a lewd groan of pleasure.

"Or you can jump right in," The Stripe said, pulling the squirrel's rump cheeks apart to expose her tail hole. "You look like a robot that's been around..."

"My programming enables me to take on many forms thanks to my electromagnetic liquid exterior," the machine said happily. "My original purpose was as a pleasure device, and I have to admit I've missed it. The Kyolin were not much fun."

Sprocket grunted and shifted her hips. "What? I don't think it's a good idea to let a robot we don't even have a name for... wait... oooh... oooooh... ahhhhh!"

The robot didn't walk so much as sensually flow onto the bed, legs spreading over the tiger's thighs, arms reaching out to grasp the squirrel's hips. The robot's metallic dong lifted up into full erectness rapidly, even secreting some kind of lubricant. The tip prodded against Sprocket's rump, above her stretched out pussy still incredibly full of tiger shaft.

"I take it back!" the squirrel gasped, her cock erupting for a third time. "Names can wait!"

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WILL the new robot get a name?

HOW LONG will The Stripe pump loads of tiger batter into Sprocket before letting the squirrel get back to work?

WHAT will the Chief say to the media to explain the mysterious floating building in midtown?

Tune in next time, when none of these questions will be answered to anyone's satisfaction!