2 Player S.I.D.
Imported from SF2 with no description.
So, a while ago :iconInja: and I had a talk about me doing a S.I.D. story once the droid went into mass-production, and the hijinks that might result from irresponsible use. And when his journals mentioned his birthday I figure it would be the perfect time to finish up what I'd started.
Then he announced that he would be posting his own story on his b-day and I kinda wondered if I should go ahead with my little surprise because a competing story no longer seemed like a nice gift.
But it turns out his quickie got away from him into a biggie (been there, will be there again), so here's a scenario to consider before getting a S.I.D. of your own!
You can find the original story with the original S.I.D. here.
“Thank you, drive safe!" Zach called out after the deliveryman who'd just dropped off a very big and long awaited box. The ram was kinda cute and the dalmatian might have been tempted to invite him in for a coffee or something, but he was too excited about their new arrival, as was the eager bitch rummaging around a drawer trying to find her box-cutter. “Eeeeeee, it's finally here!" the slinky canine squealed, almost dancing around the heavy cardboard container as his roommate got to work cutting it open.
“Okay, here we go…"
“Hey, careful with that thing. Someone's in there…" the spotted dog insisted.
“I've never damaged anything I've unpacked, just calm your figurative tits and don't get on mine…" insisted the husky who normally stood taller than her roommate, but she was down on one knee now trying to dismantle the packaging. “Lemme just work out how to get this open…" she murmured, taking a styrofoam block off the top.
Nora would be lying if she said she didn't share Zach's excitement. The two had met in college and once they graduated figured they'd go in on an apartment together so they could get something nice and affordable. It had worked out great, especially since Zach was (very obviously) gay so it meant no sexual tension with her roomie, even though she didn't dare leave her dates alone with him. And since they shared the apartment so well they figured that it would be a great idea to go in on a little luxury. The Sentient Independent Droid, or SID was the latest craze, and since it had gone into mass-production the price had gone from crazy to merely pricey.
“Hey, maybe he's supposed to do it. Let's try… come out! No? Uhhh… S.I.D. unit activate!"
“Your tech-savvy never ceases to amaze me…" she said, removing a big sheet of air-column packaging and finally revealing the silvery dome of their new purchase. “He's not going to be powered up. Think about it - it would be like being buried alive until someone buys you and lets you out…"
“Eeeesshh, that would be creepy…" the dalmatian said with a grimace.
“I wholeheartedly agree!" came a response from the box, startling both canines. “My apologies for causing alarm, but I've detected light which would mean my packaging has been opened. Am I to assume that I've been purchased, or am I being examined as part of customs control?"
“Yes, we're your new owners. I'm Nora and this is Zach…" the husky said, peering into he box."
“So glad to hear it. Now I'll need you both to stand clear while I self-extract…" SID said, and once both canines stepped back their new purchase rose out of the bulky box.
He levitated with a hum so soft that anyone other than a dog might have missed it, a large silvery globe with eight tentacle-like appendages that slipped free effortlessly from a mass of hard styrofoam. Two large eyes opened near the top of the head-body, golden and with horizontal slits for 'pupils', with the floating robot twisting in mid-air until he had one trained on both canines as it floated a little over three feet above the floor.
“Delighted to meet you, Miss Nora and Master Zach! And let me congratulate you on your purchase of your very own SID unit, designed by the great Horatio Finn himself!" the silvery synthetic announced in an immaculately classy British accent.
“The great Horatio Finn?" Nora asked with an eyebrow arched.
“Dr. Finn insisted that every unit using his patent was required to refer to him thus. And even that was a compromise."
“Oh. Well we're not very formal here, so Nora and Zach will be fine…" said the Dalmatian.
“Nora and Zach it is then! Now if you'll kindly assign me to my duties. Idle limbs are the devil's playthings, don't you know…"
“Already? Do you need to rest up, or… calibrate or something?" Nora asked the silver robot floating between her and her roommate.
“Ready to go right out of the box! Just as advertised – ready to perform any one of a wide range of household tasks, be it cooking, cleaning, minor repairs or…"
“Actually, there is something I need help with, in my room, so…"
“Uhhh, your room?" asked Zach, eyebrow raised and waifish hip cocked.
“Yes, my room…" the husky replied in a sweet tone and with a somewhat strained smile. “I've been to the pool this morning and pushed myself kind of hard. I think I might have pulled something."
“Oh dear!" S.I.D. said, the motion of his tentacles and the surprisingly mobile eye doing a good job of expressing concern for his new mistress.
“Yeah, I kinda get the impression you're trying to pull something…" the diminutive Dalmatian remarked, crossing his arms over a flat chest covered by a clingy tank-top. “So it's going to be like that, huh? Not even a flip of a coin, rock-paper-scissors?"
“Zach, sweetie, isn't there a fire truck you should be running after or something?" Nora asked in a strained yet sweet tone. She normally didn't fight with Zach, and while it might seem petty to do so now she'd had certain… expectations from their new purchase, and the hype was manifesting in a very real and very physical way. Worse yet was the little voice inside her insisting she could totally take the twinky Dalmatian if forced to fight for the privilege of first dibs. It was that time of the month, and heat always brought out the alpha-bitch in her…
“Ohmygod, that is so breedist! I don't ride fire_trucks_, I ride fire_men_, but unless you're offering to cook I don't think we'll be seeing any. Now, I've actually got a serious problem in my room…"
“I'm all ears…" S.I.D. insisted, in spite of lacking anything that could pass for an ear. Then again he also had no visible mouth and could speak just fine…
“I…" the slinky Dalmatian began, but found himself at a loss for words as he tried to think of an original and urgent pretense. “I was doing yoga and I… also think I pulled something."
“Well if that is the case I…" S.I.D. began but was interrupted by a bitch who could no longer play nice.
“Oh give me a… since when do you do yoga?" the husky asked with her hands on her hips.
“For a while now. I just like to keep myself in shape in private, miss thong-bikini-at-a-public-pool. Don't worry, I'm sure it won't take long for me to… finish. So if you'll be a good girl and… mush." He said, making a shooing gesture towards Nora.
“Am I to understand you both need a therapeutic massage?"
“Yes!" came the simultaneous response from two canine muzzles.
“Well I'm happy to say that I can accommodate both of you at the same time. The advantages of eight prehensile limbs!" S.I.D. announced proudly, lifting the tips of each tentacle-like limb in perfect unison. The two roommates shared the awkward look of people who had no intention of getting massaged, but were reluctant to be the first one to admit it.
“Sounds... fair." Nora mumbled, ears flicked back and the tip of her tail moving anxiously from left to right.
“Delighted to hear it. All's well that ends well, eh? Now if you two would kindly disrobe…"
“Dis…? R-right… can't have a proper… massage wearing clothes…" the husky girl mused while Zack just looked at the floor.
It's not like they haven't seen each other in their underwear. The girly dalmatian was completely gay, as far as Nora could tell, and she felt no more bashful around him than she would have felt around a female roommate. If Zach wanted to get into her pants, he would do it while she wasn't around to catch him. She looked at the spotted twink who just shrugged his slender shoulders and took his top of. Nora felt heat rise to her cheeks but she wasn't about to chicken out, so she pulled off her shirt and tossed it aside.
“Ooh, cute! That a new one?" Zach asked, pausing with his thumbs hooked in the waistband of his tight shorts.
“Yeah, picked it up last week…" she said, before reaching back to unhook the lacy pink demi-bra she was wearing. The moment he saw her taking it off, the Dalmatian went back to removing his own clothes. Nora rolled her eyes at the way he'd been excited about her bra but completely disinterested in what it was holding. She was used to males' pupils dilating and their tails going from wagging to rigid whenever she unhooked her bra and revealed her girls. Husky was Nora's breed, not a description, and her active lifestyle left her body nicely toned, enough to make a firm, round set of C-cups really stand out.
And while Zach might have ignored the sight of her pair going boing, Nora hadn't extended her roomie the same courtesy. Her eyes had actually gone wide when the spotted dog pulled his panties down, but she quickly realized that things down there just looked bigger because of how slinky the rest of him was. His sack was plump and looked pretty sexy between thighs that could have belonged to a runway model. Zach wasn't very sporty, but he did watch what he ate, which left the Dalmatian with a lithe figure and awaist that most women would envy. Nora certainly did. She had to admit he looked cute, but her thoughts were still very much on all those silvery tentacles. Cute guys had their charm and all, but Nora was a bit jocky and tended to get… enthusiastic when she was really in the mood and she suspected that even if Zach was bi she'd end up scaring him.
“Okay, so I guess we just have to figure out… where?" the spotted twink said.
“Wait, I think… here, help me get the cushions off the couch, I think that it's got a handle down here… there it is!" Nora said triumphantly and with the groan and creak of unused hinges and springs he folded down the backrest of their couch, leaving them with a bed big enough for two.
“Good thinking Miss Nora! Now if you would both lie down, I'll get to work on those trouble spots!" S.I.D. announced as both canines lay face-down, resting their heads on folded arms.
The octopus-like robot floated up between them, one eye trained on each of its patients as the tentacles descended. Nora didn't actually have any trouble spots, and she was pretty sure Zach was faking too, and was wondering how she could steer what was probably going to be just a good rub down into something that would actually satisfy her. The tips of four tentacles ran over her back and limbs before settling down near her shoulders and lower back.
A groan was torn from the husky's throat as S.I.D. applied pressure at the same time the tentacles started to vibrate, a strong and steady hum at first but soon breaking up into sharp pulses. Nora owned a personal massager, naturally, but had never used it in such an… impersonal way. Zach groaned a second later, his voice just as girly as hers as the silvery limbs began to slither across their backs.
The 'adult' functions of S.I.D.s weren't exactly advertised, but then again the instructions for her massager never mentioned that it was supposed to be pushed between the thighs of a horny bitch and humped until either said device or said bitch stopped functioning. Just a lot of innuendo about deep tissue massage, relaxation and stress relief. The advertisements boasted that a S.I.D. could do anything a professional masseuse could, and satisfied customers on the internet insisted it could even do things a professional masseuse couldn't, or at least couldn't legally charge money for.
The octopus-like robot lacked fingers, but he had four limbs for each of his 'patients', limbs that could put some serious pressure where it was needed. More than that, he was vibrating in strong pulses timed perfectly to every push of a strong tentacle against rigid muscle tissue. This must be what Christmas-tree lights feel like when they're being untangled… the husky thought. It was relaxing, it was genuinely therapeutic, but it was really a bit of a waste of diligent vibrating tentacles.
“S.I.D., would you mind doing my front?" she asked.
“Not at all, mam. If you would be so kind to turn…" the robot said, and the husky pointedly ignored the way her roommate was staring at her.
“Could you focus on my chest? I forgot to put on a sports bra during my jog and they're kind of sore…"
“I thought you said you went swimming?" Zach accused, sounding as irate as a person could while being massaged.
“That was this morning. I jogged last night. The perils of an active lifestyle, I suppose. Good thing I now have therapeutic massage available right at home."
“A pleasure to be at your service, mam!" S.I.D. insisted as his silvery tentacles slid across and around the husky's firm breasts like curious snakes, the vibrations making her nipples pop up as her thighs rubbed together. She almost slid a hand down there before she realize that S.I.D. really only needed two limbs to massage her tits.
“You know S.I.D., I think I pulled something in the –mhhh!-groin region…"
“Say no more, miss Nora…" said the robot just as a silvery tendril drifted down her belly, making the husky's abs quiver as it passed her pubic mound and settled on her slit, the vibrations seeming to penetrate her even before the tentacle did.
“Tha…that's g-ghh!-ood, but… I need it deep… uhhh, deep tissue… could you just stick it in?" she stammered out. She was getting seriously horny, and when she did she tended to get… verbose. Normally the kind of guys she took to bed got really riled up when they hear a cute husky girl telling them what she wanted done to her body and how hard she wanted it, but it was a bit awkward asking the classy robot to push that thing in as deep as it would go and it vibrate hard enough to shake the fillings out of her teeth.
“Your wish is my command!" S.I.D. replied as if she'd asked to be served tea on the veranda, the buzzing tip finding her opening and slithering in.
Her back arched enough to lift it off the mattress as the tentacle slid in smoothly deeper and deeper. She'd had dates who could do that, and she had toys that could vibrate, but the robotic appendage was wriggling and poking around in there. The same way he'd done with her back – exploratory first, the sophisticated computer-brain gathering tactile data, analyzing it and working out the spots that needed attention.
“I think you were right, miss Nora, there does seem to be a knot in there. Not to worry, we'll soon have you right as rain!" S.I.D. explained before getting to work.
“Hnnngghhh!" was all Nora could manage as the tentacle penetrating her got to work on what S.I.D. seemed to think was a tension knot and what was in fact her g-spot. She could feel the chest being rubbed by the silver tentacles rise and fall with ragged breaths, her hips rising up and bucking against the sinuous limb working her pussy over until with muffled howl she felt herself wracked by a climax she hadn't even seen coming.
“Oh dear, I seem to have triggered a muscle spasm. Not to worry, I'm on top of it!" S.I.D. insisted and his solution to the quivering of Nora's abs and the bucking of her hips was to start rubbing one buzzing tentacle over her lower belly, pushing down onto the limb already buried in the quivering canine cunny and driving the bitch insane whenever his wandering tip got close to her clit.
“T-that looks very… uhhh, effective…" Zach said, kneeling on the unfolded couch and watching his roommate writhe under the silvery limbs. “S.I.D., do you think you could do that to… I mean for me?"
“Say no more, master Zach!"
Nora managed to rise to her elbows, and even though she wasn't trying to stare couldn't help but be irked that Zach was facing her and she wasn't actually going to see the twinky canine's perky ass get penetrated. She rethought her position as the spotted dog gasped in a way that had her ears swiveling, his eyes hiding behind lashes longer than a male should have as his hips started bucking, making his erection flap against a trim tummy. Skinny femmy boys weren't her type, but for someone who wasn't her type he sure had her attention as he managed to buck and thrust his knot clear out of his white sheath, leaving an impressive puppy-booner dangling and not leaking but actually squirting pre over… their couch!
“S.I.D… he's… mess… stains…" she panted, but the robotic tentacle vibrating and coiling around inside her was making it hard to both breathe and speak.
“Say no more, mam!" the robot said in a voice that in no way betrayed that he was fucking two people into a whimpering stupor. The husky followed one gold-veined silvery tentacle as it found Zach's flopping tip and deformed until it swallowed it. The tentacle became a sleeve as it traveled down, making the spotted dog whimper and wag his whip-like tail as it even encased his knot.
“Nnnhhaaahhh-easy!" the twinky puppy moaned.
“I do apologize, Master Zach. Does that hurt?"
“Nonononoooohhhshooogood… just… slower…" Zach insisted, panicking at the thought that their new bot might follow some silly law of robotics and pull the vibrating appendage from his ass.
Zach was a very dedicated and very happy bottom, and ever since he'd first learned to cum from nothing but his puppy-prostate getting rubbed the right way, it was his favorite way of getting release. He'd been with men with impressive cocks and occasionally with boys with gifted tongues and or fingers, but it always took diligent and delightful effort for him to pop hands-free. He had some toys that could buzz well enough to make his tail wag, but he'd been caught off-guard by something very tactile, very flexible searching out his sweet-spot and hitting it with both pressure and insidiously timed pulses.
And that had been before his stiffy was engulfed in a vibrating sheath! He'd tense up so hard trying to fight a premature orgasm that he was now seeing stars in the corners of his blurry vision. The tentacle stuffed under his tail was vibing in a more mellow rhythm and instead of attacking his buzzer it was just languidly pumping his rump. The Dalmatian managed to catch his breath, and soon he was moving his hips back and forth and making happy doggy noises as he was gently pushed back towards that maddening peak.
“Hnnghhyess… there… fuhhhh-fuck!" he heard Nora growl, trying not to giggle as his roomie showed no restraint, riding out another climax that would only leave her hungry for more. Generally, when one of them brought a date over, the other would try and give them the apartment, but when they couldn't the dateless roommate would sequester themselves with headphones on. In theory. When she brought a particularly hunky Dane home, Zach couldn't help cock an ear, and had learned how loud and explicit the husky girl got when someone got into her. The big Dane had managed to get some wildly obscene cries out of her and he wondered how their classy British fuck-machine would do in comparison.
“S.I.D. can… can you…" Nora said, or tried to. Neither her lungs or mind seemed up to the job, but seeing Zach getting his puppy-pecker suckled had given her an idea. Since words were failing her she used her hands to guide the tips of the two tentacles kneading her boobs to the stiff pink nipples sticking out of each heaving mound.
“Worried about leaks, Miss Nora?" the robot asked, and even though she knew there was no danger of spontaneous lactation she just nodded, figuring she'd get what she wanted. “Have no fear, I'm on top of it!" he said.
It took a second for the tips to dilate into little suction cups, another second for them to latch on and yet another to start vibrating. Nora knew that she didn't exactly choose her dates for their brilliant conversational skills. She was in her sexual prime, had a very healthy appetite so it was endurance she was after. But even the fittest alphas had a limit, unlike the machine currently doing things to her she wasn't sure could be described with words. He was learning, that was the thing! The advertisements claimed that a S.I.D. not only came programmed for a wide variety of household tasks but was also constantly learning and adapting them to fit perfectly into any household. The tentacle was exploring her, the tip searching as the appendage grew longer, thicker, sometimes pumping her and sometimes just pushing in and keeping her feeling stuffed as the vibrations did the job. And now vibrating suction cups were gently but rhythmically tugging on her nipples!
She was thankful for her breathlessness since she knew that she would be getting a little carried away and didn't want to shock either the classy British bot or her twinky roommate. Not that Zach was being quiet, but the spotted fempup was moaning and gasping in a very classy way, unlike the husky writhing on her back and thrusting her hips up. But another climax was coming, and she knew by the way her vision was dimming that this was going to be the big one. She did her best not to claw the upholstery under her as she lost control of her muzzle.
“Uhhhg…uhgh muh… uk me… fuckmefuckmefuckme… mmmnnNghhhHHh! Buh- breed me! Buhhh-buhhh…need…breed…muuuhhhheeeee!" she almost howled out.
Zach's cheeks burned as he listened to the writhing bitch beg for a breeding from a sterile machine, and had to admit he was puzzled by S.I.D.'s response of “Happy to serve!". Before he could work out what the robot meant the tentacle up his perky ass went into overdrive, pumping him like a pent up stallion as it curved to rub against his prostate on every stroke. The sheath engulfing his cock began to pulse stronger and stronger, metronome-precise as the femmy dog grew short of breath.
He didn't bother fighting his climax this time, falling over onto all fours with his tail hiked as he pumped back and forth and humped empty air, his gasps turning into whimpers until he let out a long whimpering moan and his first stream of fresh puppy-milk. The sheath-like tentacle worked him from knot to tip, drawing out his spunk as fast as the horny dalmatian could spray it. He saw Nora's back arch so far she rose off the bed, collapsing a few seconds later in a panting writhing heap while the silvery robot floated serenely over the two canine's who he'd reduced to panting, writhing rag-dolls.
“Mhhhhoooohhhmy… s-stop!" she barked out, realizing that if she didn't say it the tentacle robot might actually fuck her into a coma.
“Y-yeah, thing I'm done too…" Zach panted out, letting out a mewling noise as the tentacle that had unsheathed his cock slipped off.
“Ohmygod that was… that was crazy… for a moment there it really felt like… like you actually…" she trailed off as S.I.D.'s tentacle slipped out, followed a moment later by a trickle of something white that if she didn't know better she'd swear was…
“Oh…my…" she mumbled, eyes wide as she held two messy fingers up to a canine nose that instantly recognized the mystery fluid.
“I must admit that your 'breed me!' command was not covered by my original programing…" S.I.D. explained, delivering the 'breed me' line in something closer to Nora's tone than his British accent. “But a S.I.D. is nothing if not adaptable! Luckily, Master Zach was here to provide the necessary material, and using the functionality originally built into to enable me to water flowers, I was able to route his ejaculate through my limbs and facilitate insemination. And judging by your slightly elevated internal temperature, my internal medical knowledgebase suggests you are at your peak fertility period!" the robot said, almost proudly. He was glad, of course, he'd performed his function - following what he thought was a command from his masters. And if S.I.D. wasn't to blame for this, then…
“Zach honey, could you rummage around in that box and find me the number for tech support?" Nora asked, eyes staring blankly ahead even as one of them twitched. Nora counted to ten, took a few deep breaths, and dialed…
*******
“Sirrius Robotics tech support, this is Josh speaking how may I help you?" rattled off the rabbit into his headset, mouth and voice working on auto-pilot as he typed away at his workstation.
“I'm sorry to hear you've had a negative customer experience. If you could just give me the username of the account you made… okay, maybe if you could describe the problem to me… your… your gay roommate got you pregnant?" the rabbit said, a grin splitting his face as he tried to keep the laughter from his voice. Dealing with ignorant or irate customers was not a very rewarding job, but it did have its perks in the form of really bizarre calls, and as his co-workers clustered about him Josh shook his head as he became the center of attention.
“Okay, miss, if you could just… start from the beginning of the… uhh, incident…" the rabbit said, face-palming as his shoulders shook from repressed laughter.
“Hey Reggie, come here, Josh got a real wild one. Might be this month's winner!"
“Okay, so you were both… no, that's no problem, each unit does have eight… huhh… so you told it to… and then it…" the rabbit mumbled, his smile dropping from his face as his eyes went wide and lost focus with red creeping across the white fur of his face.
“Y-yes ma'am, I understand how that would be… upsetting. Uhhh, l-let me just patch you through directly to our legal department. T-thank you for choosing Sirrius Robotics…" he stammered out timidly as he typed in the number to legal and took his headset off, staring blankly at his screen as several of his co-workers waited with hushed breath.
“So, what are we talking about? Replacement? Refund?" asked a chubby spaniel girl, hungry for gossip.
“No…"
“What then? Incidental damage?"
“I…" the rabbit began, his brain still processing the information delivered in a very angry tone of voice. “I think… child support?"