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I stared at the black ball with closed eyes that I had hooked up to my computer, puzzled, unsure of what to do with this... thing. It had looked quite pristine for something just left in an alley, very obviously disposed of next to a bin. A failed experiment, maybe? An accident? I couldn't find any trace of ownership in the files of this thing, which had a strange name. I had purposely avoided the boot up program, and had explored all of its capabilities. It seemed to be some sort of a high end speaker. It had several modes : ORB mode, KTY mode, SCB mode, SPK mode... Most of them pretty self explanatory. Out of curiosity, and because I couldn't find anything pointing to the possibility of it being a virus or connected to another device, I booted up KTY mode.

The ball lit up slowly, and the eyes opened. Then it began to morph, to unravel almost, its form changing entirely as it lowered to the ground and turned, in front of my eyes, into a cat. A robotic cat, made of black silicone and its parts outlined with neon blue lights. Her big eyes blinked a few times and then looked at me as I was too taken aback to say anything, and she meowed curiously, eyeing the cable that was now plugged into the top of her head, next to one of her ears.

“So, huh... 808, is that it?" I asked, getting closer as she looked around the room.

She smiled up at me and nodded, a behavior that surprised me. She seemed to understand language just fine, but acted all cutely, rubbing up against my leg and reacting quite positively to the little scritches I gave her head. Her body was soft and slightly squishy, and, probably due to the fact that she had been charging on my computer for a good ten minutes, was slightly warm. She was purring softly, a little robotic purr that sounded quite close to the real thing.

“How did you get here, huh? Any owners I should bring you back to?"

She stopped her affectionate rubbing and stared off into space for a moment. Trying to recollect things, before she looked at me with an expression as puzzled as mine, and shrugged.

“No idea...? Huh. I guess... the people who had you before must have wiped your memory or something. That's rough."

Her ears lowered a little bit, but I resumed my soft petting. “Well... wanna stay with me for a bit until we figure this out?" I asked, to which she nodded, pushing her head against my hand some more. She seemed pretty accepting and so very sweet, and it only felt right that I would keep her until I found something out about her. I didn't have the heart to tell her she had most likely just been disposed of. But no matter... I was going to take care of her as best as I could!

**

Several days had passed since having taken that decision. Having a robot cat came with all the plus sides of having a cat, with none of the downsides, and more. She was as adorable and cuddly as one, but far more intelligent, actually replying to my questions and conversations with little chirps and meows. She didn't need too much of a recharge, which showed an impressive level of technology, as her battery life was honestly enormous for a robot this complex. And she generally just was a very sweet companion.

My investigating into who could possibly have had a robot kitty like 808 went nowhere. No missing robot or lost item placards were found, no posts online about it, no positive replies to my own posts either. I looked up online if there was any robot factory near the alley where I found her, but no. And the more the days passed, the more we were getting used to each other. I had felt guilty at first, keeping her for me when someone may have been missing her : but the more days passed, and the clearer it got that that wasn't the case. I really didn't think she was being awaited somewhere. But considering how clean and in perfect condition I found her, something must've had happened for her to be abandoned like this. A necessity from the previous owners, perhaps.

She would sleep with me every night, playing soft sounds of rain and nature to soothe me into slumber, cuddling up to me. I had figured out that no, she hadn't been warm because of charging ; her body was constantly being heated at a temperature similar to a real cat's body, which meant she was always perfect to cuddle. She'd wake up with me, and we'd share every day's routine... There was an element of habit in the way she followed me around sometimes, like that's exactly what she'd done with her previous owner. Sometimes following in my footsteps, sometimes snoozing on the couch.

Everything went great, until about four days in. That morning, her behavior was everything but normal. Not only had she woken up before me, but had woken me up early, having hopped up onto my body. I gasped, jolted awake and panicking slightly.

“W...whu...?"

She meowed softly at me, kneading biscuits on my chest while standing over me. Her expression was a little distraught and her face was close to mine as I struggled to focus on her, to understand what was happening, if something had happened to her or me...

“Is... Is something wrong...?"

“Meoowwww..."

“You sound a little panicked, d-did something happen to you?"

I sat up in bed slowly and gently grabbed her as she sat on my lap, staring intently into my eyes. The light in her eyes was oscillating between full brightness and normal brightness and her mouth was half open as I gently examinated her face, caressing it and turning it here and there. Then I gently pushed her on her back, which she let me do with surprising ease, this time prodding her, petting her all over, grabbing her paws and moving them gently, checking her speakers, trying to see if anything was wrong. But I couldn't find anything. And the whole time, she was looking at me, her eyes half-lidded. Her legs were especially shaky whenever I rubbed her belly and checked around her thighs, and that got me more worried than anything.

“Something about your legs?"

“M-meoww...!"

“No? Umm... I'm gonna have to check if something's wrong internally, then."

Definitely beginning to feel anxious about this, I carried her to my chair, and plugged her into my computer. I booted up the little software that had come with her, and instantly, an error message appeared.

*/!\ WARNING. SCB MODE MAINTENANCE REQUIRED. /!*

“SCB mode...? 808, is that what you need?"

“Meoww..."

“Alright, I'll turn that mode on, then."

I hadn't really forced any of her modes on ever since she had booted up, instead letting her choose whatever she wanted, and that was the first time that I launched one of her programs on my own. The mode, whose little icon was a heart, ran for a second before I heard something slide in place on 808's body. She seemed to be jolted awake, tensing up for a moment, and the coloration of her cheeks turned into a pinkish red.

“Ooo...kay? You doin' alright?"

She didn't answer, but blinked, seeming to focus on... hiding something? On remaining still? I didn't quite get it, but began to examine her again, as that sliding sound had seemingly meant some sort of button had appeared somewhere on her. She was sitting and I looked around her head, and back, and paws, and found nothing. So the next best thing was to gently lift her up, which made her chirp in surprise, and put her on her back once more.

The slight blush I had seen on her suddenly made a whole lot of sense, as I noticed a new part had put itself in place seamlessly, right on her crotch. A lightly glowing blue slit, unmistakable in its look and placement, was now quite visible. I was taken aback, and the kitty hid her maw with her front paws and squeezed her legs a little, shaking for a reason I could only guess.

“W...ow. Okay. So... Your previous owners gave you this mode... for... what, exactly?"

808 remained strangely silent. She simply looked down, her expression that of shame, or embarassment, something I had yet to see in her.

“Okay. Okay... Uh... So, this maintenance, what is it exactly? Just a drivers update?"

She shook her head no.

“Crap, I'm not too good with computers and robots. Uh, is your memory full? Did an error occur?"

She shook her head again, but this time, her tail wrapped around my hand slowly, and tugged at it. My face flushed bright red when I realized that she brought my hand right up against that slit.

“Wow, wow!! Okay! That's... You can't be serious, right?"

Her eyes turned to me again, even though she was still hiding her maw. She had stopped my hand right as one of my fingers had touched that slit.

“But you're a... I mean, you're a robot, but..." I hesitated. Her stare barely wavered, her eyes looking clearly a little desperate. “Okay, fine, if you need the maintenance, I guess I'll... Ughh..."

I didn't realize I was shaking a little too, nervous and embarassed at what I had to do. I looked at my window, checking that the curtains were closed, before I began to clumsily try to figure out what she needed. Using two fingers, I rubbed that warm slit, warmer than the rest of her body, that soft massage bringing soft meows and chirps out of her already. It felt like I was going crazy, but I could swear it was the littlest bit wet, as I continued to run my fingers up and down that little area, slowly. Her legs were still shaking slightly, and I honestly had no idea where to go from here. Or, rather, I knew exactly what the next step was, but couldn't just... do it.

“So... Um, inside...?" I asked, swallowing my saliva nervously.

She nodded shyly. I took a deep breath and gently inserted my finger into her, not sure what I was going to feel or find.

But it was just... exactly what my dumbfounded mind had expected. The only thing my finger felt as it slipped inside 808 was a warm, and moist tunnel, which squeezed gently around it. In fact, two fingers were engulfed easily by her while she meowed a little harder, her glowing becoming brighter. I checked the computer screen once more, just to try and look away from the scene of a mewling and quivering kitty under me, which was beginning to stir up feelings I didn't really want to face, only to see that a new message had appeared :

Maintenance in progress...

Oh, right, I thought. Of course. Totally normal. The “..." dots on the message were appearing and disappearing, taunting me, making it clear that I was absolutely not done. Pushing two fingers into her was all I could muster, all I could accept, but that blunt and dry message was mocking me. You can't stop there, it said : look at her! She clearly needs more...

I shook my head, unsure if that was what the message was telling me or what my still-drowsy, flustered mind was trying to convey. I chose to ignore that possibility entirely, too ashamed of its ramifications, just as I was trying to ignore the biggest elephant in the room. My brain was entirely shutting it out of my senses for now, but the slight issue of my rapidly growing erection was going to come up real fast.

808, perhaps slightly frustrated with my lack of motions. Squeezed her tail around my wrists and began to try and tug my hand back and forth. “Okay, okay...!" I said with a slightly choked out voice, words struggling to come out as I followed her pace and motions, fingers slipping in, and out of her, with a sensual slowness that was frying my brain entirely. Yup, there were no doubts to be had anymore : she was definitely lubricated inside. My fingers came out slightly wet as they continued to be easily inserted into her over and over, her little hole clenching rhythmically. I couldn't believe it. Could hardly believe I was really doing this. I made sure the curtains were closed again. Ohh god. Okay. She's a robot, I kept repeating in my head. She clearly wants this. You're not doing anything bad. She asked for this. She's... She's chirping and meowing happily. That's happiness, right? Yeah, I mean. Yeah. She's... She's staring into nothingness. She seems totally blissful. It's... It's maintenance! In fact, she's probably... good, now.

I tried to remove my hand once or twice, but the soft grip on my wrist would've made me feel too awful. She clearly wanted just a little bit more, and even mewed her saddest meow at one point when I tried to stop again. So, I kept going, but only for a few more seconds, before I really stopped. This, surely, was enough. And I wasn't willing to continue indulging her like this...

Maintenance in progress …

_

Maintenance stopped before completion. Issues may occur as a result of an incomplete or mishandled maintenance. We recommend immediately resuming maintenance.

“Huh? Seriously? Wasn't that enouuu-ooookay...!"

My words were cut off entirely when the same tail that had been grabbing my hand had sneaked towards my underwear while I wasn't looking and had begun to try and pull it down. Only then did I look down and notice the massive erection I had gotten, which got me too surprised to move or do anything. I couldn't even begin to face the reality of what was happening, as 808 took advantage of the fact that I had literally just gotten out of bed and hadn't had time to put on pants to push the tip of her tail under my waistband and tug my underwear down. My brain rebooted at that moment, but not soon enough to stop her, as she pushed gently and, inevitably, my length flopped out right in front of her.

I gasped, and tried to pull my underwear back up, but her insistent meows stopped me in my tracks. She was staring intently at me, desperate, the red glow in her cheeks intensifying as her tail wrapped around my hips and she tried to push me towards her. I was taken off-guard by this sudden tug and had to put one of my hands on the side of the desk, the other landing on the chair, next to her head.

I had to lean down for this pose, and my whole body tensed up as I realized that my length, which was very clearly oozing pre onto her body, was mere inches away from her slit. I couldn't : couldn't understand, couldn't accept it, couldn't do it. But I knew, at the very least, exactly what she needed.

“808, t-this is crazy..."

“Meoww...~"

“N-no, seriously. I can't, I..."

She just kept looking into my eyes, into an expression that was both a plea, and a “why not?" I sighed, looked down again, but the sight of her spread legs, her wet slit, right under my length... It was maddening, something I was so desperately curious to do but far too ashamed to admit it.

“This... This kind of maintenance is really fuckin' weird, 808..."

“Meow... <3"

“Listen, I... This... This is the only time I'm doing this, okay? Then I'm finding a way to delete that mode so you don't have to be like this again..."

It must've been pretty clear that I only half-meant those last words, as 808 became far too excited at the first ones. She put her front paws on my chest and pawed at it gently, meowing, chirping, egging me on. I straightened up slightly. God, I couldn't believe this was happening. Maintenance. Just maintenance. It's nothing else. And the computer mentioned “issues", right? When it's as vague as that, that always means trouble. And I didn't want anything bad to happen to her. And...

While I was cycling through an infinite amount of excuses and justifications for what I was about to do, I had pulled on the little lever under the chair to lift it at hip-height. I had taken a moment to adjust it so it was perfect, this serving as a distraction to delay the inevitable. But the robocat was waiting, and could barely even do that, it seemed. I moved forward, grabbing my shaft with a shaky hand. Deep breaths... I was seeing stars before anything had happened, but I directed my tip to her slit.

Feeling the warmth of it against my foreskin already felt like a jolt. It only got her to be more impatient, while it got me far, far more nervous. I realized I was afraid. Not afraid that it was going to hurt : quite the contrary, I was terrified that it was going to feel good.

All of those fears were immediately confirmed when I gently, sheepishly pushed my hips forward and my tip easily slid into her small slit.

The slight squeezes, the warmth, the lubrication, got me winded instantaneously. Her loud meow made it even harder to focus, as I now not only had to accept the fact that I was beginning to push my length into my robocat, but also the fact that it already felt far too good. Noticing I was holding my breath, I suddenly exhaled, my hands – which had been resting on each side of her body for now – gently grabbing her sides.

“This... This feels w-wrong..." I began, but noticed the maintenance message of my computer still said “in progress". “Um... M-more...?"

Her frantic nodding and the shaky rise-and-falls of her chest were confirmation enough that this was only the beginning. I'm doomed, I thought. This is me signing my waiver to go straight to hell when I die. Accepting it in a almost tragic way, I grit my teeth and ever so carefully continued to slide my shaft into her. I was thick for a small-bodied creature like her, and it certainly seemed like I had to put a little bit more force behind my pushing after the tip had slid in, but her glowing and her constant, pleasured meows didn't give me any reason to think I was hurting her. The lubrication inside her allowed me to slide and slide, the silicon-like material was soft and welcoming, and the warmth was far too pleasurable to be a fabrication mistake, the feeling... the sensation... addictive. In a way I wasn't sure I was ready to accept. But the effort of trying to push into her, and the focus I needed to make sure she wasn't in pain or I wasn't breaking her in any way, was enough to distract me from that fact.

One slight drawback, though. Since I was so focused on looking at her face, watching her body language, being flustered and anxious as hell that I was making a mistake while all signs pointed to the fact that I was doing everything as she wanted, I hadn't noticed how deep I was. And I suddenly found myself bottoming out inside her, gasping as I felt my sack resting on top of her rear, crotch pushed up against her soft silicone body, her belly showing the slightest sign of a bulge. And her meows... The way she mewled when she realized I was fully inside her sent my brain into overdrive. I simply couldn't avoid the fact that those were meows of pleasure, or pure happiness, or whatever one could substitute for the emotion a robocat would feel while her human was fully inside her, holding her by her sides, and panting above her.

“W...who installed this in you...? Seriously, 808, y-you're into this...?"

“Meoww.. Mnn..myaa..."

“God, you're really just... you're meowing quite a bit... Fuck, should I...?"

I didn't finish my sentence, and bit my lower lip, looking down at her. Then at the computer. Maintenance, still in progress : except a little bar had appeared, a loading bar of sorts, that was right now stuck at 20%.

“Twent... Twenty??? That's it?"

I just simply couldn't play innocent or coy anymore. I knew what I needed to do. No, what I wanted to do. What she needed so badly. She was looking right at me, her little front paws folded on her chest, her legs spread, back paws resting on my thighs. One of her eyes half-lidded. The blue light inside them flickering. She was glowing brightly.

Fuck it, I thought. I couldn't stop here anyway. She was loving this. I was loving this.

And so, holding her tightly, I began to slide out of her. Her inner muscles and mechanisms, or however she really worked down there, gripped at me and made it that much more difficult to move, but welcomed every inch back in with ease. Several more meows and pants were brought out of her when I bottomed out once more, and I waited for a few seconds again, eyes closed, lost in this forbidden sensation I was beginning to give into, before pulling back again. I was really doing it. I was thrusting into her, albeit slowly, but I was doing it. My shaft entirely wet, coated with lubricant, which caused every thrust to make squelching noises that did not, at all, help with the truth of the situation. But it certainly made it more... appealing, is the word I found in my head, still desperately trying to avoid any sexual connotation in anything I was doing. Uselessy. My length was being pumped in and out of my robokitty, and there was simply no denying that. No denying the fact that she was quivering blissfully between my hands, that she was meowing with clear and intense pleasure, that my length was throbbing harder than I think it ever had before. She simply felt amazing, too amazing in fact for this to be an accident. I wasn't sure if her body was adapting to my size, or if my size had been perfect for her, but this felt so natural and effortless that it was mind-numbing. A low, and constant purr had begun to emanate from her chest, intersparsed with her little happy noises, while I was now sliding every inch back and forth into her, holding her still while my hips did all the work.

The chair had begun to be slightly messy, the lubricant being pushed out of her and oozing down her body and onto the fake leather, what with all the thrusting I was doing. I was barely thinking anymore, simply going on instinct, following the insanely addictive sensation of her warmth and squeezes along my sensitive shaft, following my own needs, forgetting the maintenance for now, and pushing into her, over, and over, and over.

“Mee..ooww...!!~"

“808, th... the neighbors... Are gonna hear us... Y-you're being too.. Uughh..."

I could barely muster the strength or focus to say words, let alone finish the sentence. I hadn't even noticed that my thrusts had become faster, that my sack was now bouncing lightly against her, that her eyes weren't even on me anymore. She was barely there, enjoying every second.

Maintenance in progress...

_ 75% complete … _

I barely even registered that number when I glanced at it for a millisecond. I had pulled her closer to me, which meant her rear was sticking out from the chair, held in the air with the strength of the rest of her body, and, mostly, my thrusts. Inch after inch, buried into her, over and over, while lube oozed onto the ground, soft plaps and loud meows filling the room. I had been too shy to really look at her at first, but now, I couldn't help noticing how adorable she looked as I held her gently. Her expression was that of unconditional bliss ; each thrust, each time my length was buried and squished into her small body, made her squirm and twitch ; her meows and purring the perfect sounds to egg me on ; those glowing, half-lidded eyes hypnotizing me... I barely even realized how little of this had been my own will. How much it had been orchestrated by her. And I was balls deep inside her, exactly as she had needed.

The mess was only growing on the ground, her overproduction of lubricant making a little pool between my feet and making every squelch and every thrust that much noisier. It was almost as if she were trying to make this as sloppy as possible – unconsciously perhaps, as she looked far too blissful to be doing anything of her own free will at this moment. My shaft and sack were quite simply dripping with the transparent liquid, and it wasn't getting any better. Her heat, all this lube, all these noises, the way she was squeezing as I humped into her, deep and fast, opting to stay as far into her as I could, and thrusting faster than before ; it was too much. My body began to give in before I realized it. Before I could stop it.

“You're a...amazing... 808... ohhh god...!"

“Meoww..~!! <3<3"

_ 98% complete... 99% complete... _

“I... I can't...!"

“MM-YA~"

I groaned loudly, the gradual, but inevitably increase in pleasure finally reaching a point where my body was shaken by a violently powerful burst of pleasure : I pulled her a little more into my crotch, gripping her almost desperately, while my thrusts became faster but more shallow, and the dam began to break. All of this unbearable ecstasy, shooting and pouring into her body while her meows became shaky, and her insides began to squeeze at me over and over and over, tighter than before.

_ 100%. _

Now that I had gone over the edge, I couldn't stop pushing into her. My legs were shaking so hard that it was difficult for me to go any faster, and my breath was erratic, heavy, broken up by intense groans. Gushing into her, filling her inner tube with every shallow thrust, was the sign of a forbidden but maddeningly perfect union, a warm and generous abandon from a human who was so far gone he was seeing sounds and hearing colors, and a robotic kitty whose programming could barely handle the intensity of the stimuli she was receiving, both of them revelling in this moment.

“Meoww...meoww...~! M-myaa..?!"

The long, passionate meowing of 808 was cut by one of surprise as I had moved my hand under her and lifted her completely off the chair : holding her against me now, one hand on her rear and the other arm hugging her to me so her face was against my chest, I continued to thrust up into her while the maddening sensation of pleasure, these waves of pure bliss, never dropped, the rollercoaster remaining at its peak, while various quantities of the symbol of our forbidden act began to ooze down onto the ground, making an even more shameful mess. I thrusted and thrusted, over and over, the silicon slapping softly on my skin.

_ ERROR. ERROR. SENSORS OVERLOADED. ISSUES MAY OCCUR AS A RESULT OF AN INCOMPLETE OR MISHANDLED MAINTENANCE. ERROR-_

I squeezed her tightly, while her muffled meows echoed into my chest, her eyes vague and her expression beginning to change a little. I wasn't looking at the computer anymore, riding out this intense, dragged out wave. Didn't notice her lights going full brightness, her eyes glitching out slightly, crackles of electricity running along her body.

What I did notice, was the sudden squeezing and clenching around my length. I gasped, legs shaking so incredibly hard from this unexpected addition to the pure bliss I was experiencing that I nearly fell. She meowed hard, in a robot-y, broken kind of voice, her body tensing up, her inner walls now squeezing and squeezing and squeezing. I continued to hump into her, hard and fast, the sounds having become fully sloppy and unabashedly loud, holding her still while she quivered uncontrollably in my arms. If I didn't know any better, I would have thought she had just reached the same kind of peak that I was at, and was dragging mine out longer, and longer, and longer, until I groaned hard, pushing her down insistently, the last of my long and unbearable climax reaching its end with a long and drawn out load, which drooled onto the ground, thick and heavy.

Then, finally, our bodies somewhat relaxed. I kept her in my arms, gently resting my face against her forehead while I panted hard, and while she seemed to be somewhat rebooting. She blinked and blinked and blinked, her eyes finally finding focus again.

_ Maintenance complete. _

Her purring came back, louder than before, her cute little front paws kneading at my chest while she lifted her head to look at me. They were half-lidded, and the expression she took got me flustered in a second. A bright blush, a slightly smug smile, and something that I seriously couldn't call anything other than a seductive look. I just held her, and couldn't really say anything, especially when she began to roll her hips gently, teasing me with the fact that, yes, I was still inside her, and I gasped.

“Ggg-god...! You can't do that to someone..."

“Meoww..~<3"

I grit my teeth and gave a little hump into her once more, brought out by her insatiable need, hips moving on their own from the stimulation she was bringing me : squeezing and moving, her backpaws, which were pushing on my body, offering her just enough leverage to continue to tease me. Overstimulated and weak, I could hardly fight her off.

I turned to the computer, and saw the message this time.

“808, t...the maintenance is complete, okay...?"

I had to put her back down on the chair, as she didn't seem to want to behave, and, much to her dismay and to the disagreement of her walls – which were still squeezing hard around my shaft –, pulled out of her. With a wet little noise, I was finally free of her grip and I breathed hard, staring intently at the computer to see whatever would come up, half-afraid that it was going to show an error, and that I needed to redo the maintenance completely.

Instead, this showed up:

_ Cleaning sequence initiated._

“...Cleaning? 808, I think I can handle taking a shower."

But when I turned back to her, not only had she sat down right in front of me, but she was licking her lips. When I froze and blinked, confused, she opened her maw and stuck out her tongue, looking right into my eyes with clear intent. The shyness she had shown in the beginning was completely gone now, and replaced with a confidence and need that was completely throwing me off-guard, and leaving me no room to decide for myself.

“This... This can't be real..."

But her purring and unbroken gaze was clear enough. I couldn't leave her hanging like this, right? Not like she was going to take no for an answer.

I stepped forward, a little closer to her. That's about all I could muster. I was exhausted and feeling that post-coitus embarassment harder than I had ever felt anything in my life, and I could barely bring myself to look down as the robokitty licked her lips once more, stared at the half-hard member in front of her face, and gently took it in her maw.

The feeling that maw gave around my overstimulated tip, the softness of her tongue, the mechanisms that had been put inside there to suckle and squeeze, made it clear beyond any shadow of a doubt that someone had very intentionally created her like this. Not that her curvy and generous body had hidden anything, but I had been innocent enough to ignore that reality until right now, when I understood, perhaps a little late, that SCB mode was made for the pure intent of pleasure. Or, as I had just figured out, SUCCUBUS mode.

The realization didn't really have time to hit, as, loyal to her function, 808 tugged me forward with her tail in order to make every inch of my length slide down her... throat? Tube? Down her "whatever you're supposed to call this robot-cat-clearly-made-to-also-be-a-pleasure-bot's orifice. Throat. All of it, suddenly swallowed down her throat.

"Wwwoaahhahha-"

The sounds I was making were nothing short of incoherent, but it's not like I could make anything else. Now 808's face was pressed up against my crotch and her eyes closed, her purrs vibrating my member while her constant squeezes and suckles, akin to real swallowing, nursed another erection out of me. I had to grip the desk so as not to fall from this new and unbearable sensation she was giving me. I couldn't even say if she was helping me "clean" at all, considering it only took about twenty seconds before I felt myself be rock hard inside her. Something was... off. The way she was turning me on so easily, bringing me to push my own limits in ways I had simply never done, couldn't just be a coincidence. Was it something in the lube ? Was she playing subliminal sounds or something ? It couldn't be called succubus mode for nothing. How was it possible that just with this deep nursing, and with the slow, back and forth motions she had begun to make, I was already losing it completely ?

Her throat tightened softly around my sensitive shaft while she pulled back halfway, in a way that couldn't simply be for cleaning. She looked at my flustered face for just a moment, tongue swirling around my shaft, before she pushed her head forward again. I hissed and twitched, my intense sensitivity making my length throb harder than before. Then I relaxed a little, and took a deep breath, as she continued to move her head slowly, each motions seemingly easy, effortless. There was no gagging, no apparent discomfort from the cat who was working her mechanisms to give me the perfect replica of the sensation of... well...

"This is too much... 808...! J-jeeez, I'm too sensitive... I'm... I'm serious...!"

But she wasn't listening. The soft little bobs of her head on my shaft were simply too much to handle for me and I arched my back, hand over my eyes while my legs shook like crazy, trying to withstand the deep and tight massage she was giving my poor overworked member. Pleasure and discomfort mixed in a sensation that was far more enjoyable than it was bad, although it had the notable downside of frying my brain entirely. I couldn't move, victim to the robokitty's bobs and swallows, which I only now realized were facilitated by the fact that that orifice was lubricated, too. Whoever had designed her was absolute evil, and a genius at the same time.

808 worked on me to a point where all the tenseness and overstimulation began to fade : I kept my head lifted, but my erratic breathing became slower and more regular. I still couldn't think that well, but the little cat had moved and lubed all over my length so much that my discomfort had looped back to being full on pleasure. I didn't even know my body was capable of feeling so much. A sensory overload of my own, if you will. So much so that I managed to move my left hand, which had been on my own face for a bit, on top of the kitty's head.

She let out a little surprised mewl, muffled by the thick member in her maw which she had about half of it in, and looked up at me.

“S-sorry-"

… Was the only thing I could say, before, for the first time since she had entered her cleaning mode, I moved my hips forward. It was perhaps a little fast, as her meow was cut off by the sound of wet lube squelching around my shaft.

My head was spinning and my only thought was that I wanted more, now : I used my other hand to grab the side of her face and stepped forward a little more, seeing her blink in surprise, her cheeks turning red all over again. Moving my hips back and feeling her squeeze around me, seeing all those inches come out of her small maw, flipped a switch in my brain, and I humped forward, perhaps a little more needily than I had anticipated.

This had the obvious effect of flashing several error messages on my computer, which I was too dizzy to notice. 808 opened her eyes wide in surprise, until her expression relaxed into that of pure satisfaction and somewhat of a silly-looking blissful face, after I had thrusted into her maw several more times. Holding her head firm and staying close to her, I could slide in and out with complete ease. Up until now, her little front paws had been firmly planted on the chair, but she had now brought them up onto my thighs after the initial surprise, meaning she was sitting on her hindpaws, looking up at me with glazed over eyes – if that even was possible for a robot –, while accepting every inch of the length she had teased into being so hard all over again, just for her. Paying for her greed, or reaping the rewards of it, her face was now being humped over and over, wet slaps and slurps rising into the room, surrounding the depraved show of a human using a little “defenseless" robot, shoving his shaft as deep as he could into her maw... A robot which had desired every second of this.

The sensation of her maw was similar but different to her slit, with her squeezing being similar, but the added stimulation of her tongue rubbing up against my member. Not that I could rationalize any of this, what with the lust-induced trance I was in. I wasn't being rough on her, per se, still very wary of not hurting the little robot cat I was so infatuated with : but I certainly was being insistent, unable to resist to my own needs, brought on and exacerbated by her. Although she certainly didn't look like she had any control over me at this moment, what with the lube oozing out of her mouth, the constant squishing sounds and slaps of my thrusts, and the fact that she was clearly a little overwhelmed from the way I was handling her face, I knew it wouldn't be too hard for her to get me under her thumb again.

At this moment, however... I was feeling myself go over the edge again. It began with the shaking, the same as before, my legs seeming to lose their strength and heat rising in my belly, chest tightening, my grip becoming a little harder on her face. I went a little harder on her, the overstimulation, the follow-up round right after my first climax, making it all the more mind-numbing for me when I reached yet another peak, and this time, buried in the robokitty's throat. I couldn't even muster a groan, instead simply sighing and whimpering, keeping my length shoved deep inside her while it flexed and throbbed, pumping inside her all over again. I wasn't even worried of where all of it was going, so utterly lost in the pleasure was I. But one thing was certain to me, as the sound was unmistakable when it reached my ear : she was purring.

I continued to pump and pump inside her throat for seconds, holding her there, her swallowing-like motions milking me without me having to move too much. She knew exactly what she was doing and how to do it, and I was seeing stars when after throbbing inside her for far too long, I began to pull out. I stopped at the tip, for a reason I couldn't explain, only to feel 808 work on my tip even harder than before : her little, silicon tongue slipping under my foreskin and swirling around my tip, bringing out more shots of the thick liquid right inside that maw. She sucked and pulled and squeezed, making me moan out in surprise, but she miscalculated, and my tip plopped right out of her maw, length suddenly flexing upwards and shooting one, two, three thick shots of cum all over her face and back.

This time, I had to find balance on the desk again as I looked down and saw her with her maw open, proudly displaying the mouthful of sperm that she had milked out of me, before she closed her mouth and seemed to swallow it... Or, dispose of it, I suppose. “Cleaning" it. Although this pretense of a robotic function certainly didn't have any grounds to stand on anymore.

“Uhh... I'm sorry I got carried away...?"

“Meoww... beepbeep~"

The cheerful beeps I heard were accompanied with a few soft blinks of her lights. The maintenance messages had disappeared on the computer, and 808 nuzzled my length, and then my thigh, and then hand, asking for pets. Carefully avoiding the trail of white goo that had marked her head, I scritched behind her ear and sighed deeply, embarrassment and shame quickly building up inside me as I realized what I had just done, to a robocat that was now acting as adorable as she had ever done.

“You can't just be like this, after all you've... Uggh... This “maintenance" thing needs to go."

Her eyes snapped back to me as I said those words, and the smug smile and low purr I heard were enough to make my heart skip a beat.

“O... On second thought, I'll look into it later... It can stay for now, I guess..."

...And her eyes went back to being closed, purring contentedly at my pets. Now I was going to need to clean her up, and figure out what exactly goes on inside her...

I swear. This damn cat.