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“Yes, he’s already at school,” a tired voice said.

“You managed to get him there in one piece?” a voice barked back over the phone.

“Keep your dumb jabs out of this, he’s our son.”

“Fine, look, just make sure he’s ready for his trip on Sunday. If you can manage it, Oliver.”

Oliver shook his head and hung up the phone. No use in arguing with her. He set his phone down and stared at his computer screen. Rows and rows of documentation stared back at him. Contracts, forms, agreements. Everything he had to pour over and make certain they made sense in a legal sense. He rubbed his temple and closed his eyes. The fact that he could work from home was little comfort. He leaned back against his chair and listened to the silence ringing through his home.

No, not right now. Oliver leaned back and clicked away to track a shipment. He let out a relaxed sigh as he saw it was only a few stops away. Pressure eased from his shoulders. He clicked over to the item’s description. A homebody robot. Teacher, playmate, friend. A shame a human had to be replaced by machine, but it was better than nothing. A bargain too, which helped with ever encroaching expenses on his mind. Sneaking in a treat for his kid where he could was a bit of a spot of brightness.

But it was time for work. When the robot arrived, he could be excited then. Not that work helped take his mind off things. Oliver’s eyes would flick back to that tab in his browser. Keep working, keep working.

Eventually Oliver was able to sink back into his work, digging his head deep into legal jargon and obtuse and roundabout loopholes. Every skeevy wording pulled him a little closer to the finish line and making sure his superiors didn’t lose mounds of money on a lame deal. Similarly, each one brought a numbness to his mind that made him feel like reality was slipping away into plain text.

Then, a ding at the door. Oliver perked up. The package. He collected himself and walked out of his bedroom to the front door, peering through the peephole before cracking open the door a bit. There it was indeed. A sleek, featureless grey case. That was smaller than he thought it was going to be. Maybe it had to be assembled? He watched the deliveryman drive off before slinking out and hefting the box in. A lot lighter too.

Oliver shut the door, locked it, and carried the box over to the living room, setting it snugly against a wall. He smiled. This was going to be perfect. Not like his mother would get him a robot, no, that was dad’s gift. No one else’s.

Maybe he should boot it up now? He was aware these things had something of a setup process. Oliver shook his head. A kid wouldn’t care about setting anything up, they’d want to get right to playing. Dad could set this up for him too. That was his job after all.

First problem was figuring it out. For all intents and purposes it was a solid grey block. Real men didn’t need instructions, so Oliver explored the entire thing before finding a small button on the side. There was a soft click. Score! The man smiled and stood up as the front of the block swung open to reveal… Was that a rat? A rat robot?

Oliver’s brow furrowed as he stared. A cute nose with whiskers. Long, dark red hair. A lithe body with feminine touches. A female rat? Well, if it was for kids, he supposed that made some sense. Cutesy characters probably faired better than uncanny humans. A long tail hung between her legs and ended in a pinkish nub.

“Now let’s see here,” Oliver mumbled. He squatted down low. She was much, much smaller. At least she was already assembled. No chance of messing up here. He ran a hand over her, looking for another switch. The grey metal plating on her was hard, but it was broken up by soft, pliable portions in black. That was good. Home machines needed a soft touch to them.

Oliver looked and looked and looked. Not a trace of a button to be found. At a certain point he was pushing every part of her, hoping it was some kind of input. Nothing.

“Psst.”

What was that? Oliver perked up and looked around.

“You’re supposed to buy a girl dinner before you start pokin’ her.”

Oliver glanced up to see the robot smiling back at him. He immediately stood up. The robot stepped out of its case and surveyed the room with a large stretch.

“Man, I’ve been in there forever! Phew. Musta been, what, five months?” Her eyes stopped on Oliver, who still remained motionless and very much confused. “Oh! You must be the boss now. The big cheese!” She bowed. “I am Veil, super sophisticated machine! PAK! Personal Assistant Knockoff.” She wagged her finger on every word of the acronym. “I think that’s right.”

“Did I buy the wrong thing?” Oliver asked himself. He turned away and pulled out his phone.

“Woah, hey now, I’m the real deal!” She skittered over in front of him.

Nope, right there, clear as day. PAK machine. Designed for all ages. Oliver looked at the robot. Friendly, sure. He knelt down to get to eye level.

“So what do you do? You can teach right?” Oliver asked.

“I can do all sortsa things, like, uh…” She looked up at the ceiling and tilted her head. “Well, I can suck a mean dick.”

Oliver narrowed his eyes. “Sorry, did I hear you right?”

“C’mon, you seem like that kinda guy. Why else d’ya buy me? Look!” She pushed her hips forward. As she did, the plate on her crotch slid upward and neatly tucked away to reveal a more than accurate vagina.

Oliver stood up again in a bout of shock. “How did I fuck up this badly?” Damn good thing he fiddled with the thing first.

“So? Well? Am I good or what?” Veil wiggled her hips.

“Put that away,” Oliver said, shaking his head.

Veil shrugged and her crotch was hidden away once again.

“And go back in your box.”

“What? No way! I get to finally move around!” Veil ran up to him and tugged on his pants. “I don’t wanna go back!” She shoved her face into his leg. “I don’t wanna!” Her nose shifted from leg to groin, causing Oliver to falter.

As she nuzzled, a ringing came from the other room. Damnit! Oliver looked down at the strange machine, still tugging away at him. He could deal with this later. There better be a refund, and free shipping, and a well worded apology for the trouble.

“Alright, fine. Back off. Don’t touch anything,” Oliver said.

Veil’s eyes widened and she stepped back from him. Her tail whipped back and forth. Oliver shook his head and marched back to his computer in his bedroom where a video call was coming in. He sat down and adjusted his shirt. Click. The call came in.

A window popped up with an all-too-cheery superior.

“Hi there, Oliver! How are ya?” he said. Oliver had a hard time recalling this man’s name. They were all cookiecutter.

“Doing good, sir,” Oliver replied. “Just finishing up the last of these documents. I’ll have them sent over soon.”

Veil tottered into his doorway and stopped. She looked at him for a moment before looking all around his room. Oliver tried to shoo her away as inconspicuously as he could. Veil nodded and winked, tapping her nose. Instead of leaving, she got onto all fours and began crawling into the room. This thing had to be replaced.

“Good, good. We just went through talks with another company and have another round of documentation for you! Just in time as well. Not to worry, these’ll come with their own little bonuses.”

The robot continued to crawl about the room, bumping into the furniture and sniffing about the place. The man found it hard not to worry about every little movement she made.

“That’s great to hear, um. Any specific deadline on these?” Oliver asked.

“At least by Friday. Make sure to go over every little subsection. Don’t want a repeat of last time.”

Veil’s exploration eventually lead her over to Oliver’s chair, where she began circling it.

“Last time… Last time…” A nose prodded against his inner-thigh, causing him to twitch. “Right, last time. I remember.” Oliver nudged Veil away.

“Exactly!” the superior said, snapping his fingers. “Just keep it cool and there will be no problems whatsoever. Over and out.” He smiled at his stupid farewell.

“See ya,” Oliver replied.

The call came to an end, allowing him to push back from the desk and stare down at the robot grabbing at his groin. Her hand was firmly on the zipper of his jeans.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“What’s it look like? You’re a busy guy. Gotta release the stress somehow,” Veil replied.

“Are you serious?”

“Don’t I look serious? Huh? Huh?”

“You look like a rat. That’s not what I ordered.”

Veil sat back on her knees. “Well, gee, what did you order?”

“I thought I was getting something to help out at home, not… Whatever you are.”

“Look! I’m here, in your home,” she shuffled forward, “and I’m helping!”

“No, no, look, this was for my son.”

“Really? I think you need to get’cher eyes checked then or something.” She crawled out of the way and stood up.

Oliver switched back over to that page he first saw the robot advertised. Veil eased up next to him and watched him scroll through, nodding and “mhmm”-ing. None of the images on display were anything remotely like the rat creature next to him. They were more generic mannequin-like things. A few were customized but none so heavily like Veil over here.

As Oliver read, he quickly noticed the manufacturer and the seller were two very different companies. His brow crinkled. He quickly switched over to another page and looked up the manufacturer. Veil whistled in amazement. “They got screwed, huh?” she said.

Suing, bankruptcy, liquidation, stock selling. They went through it all. Something about the cheap reuse of more generic pleasure models for their other brands. Meaning there would be no refunds, no repairs, no anything. Oliver’s annoyance grew with every word the page slapped him with.

“Ah, sucks. Yep. So what’s for lunch?”

“You don’t eat anything.” He hoped.

“I got a mouth and I intend to use it.” She lay her head on his arm. “So you make your pick, eh?”

“Didn’t I tell you to get out? Surely out of all things you should listen to orders.”

“I listen to orders, you just gotta say please. Pleasey please, please, please.” She fluttered her eyes.

“Then please get out.”

“Mmm, nah, I didn’t believe it when you said it. Say it again, but nicer.”

“I said it as nice as I could, what is your problem?”

“Hey, you try staying in a box for five months.” She looked up at the ceiling. “I guess this is your box, huh? Well, try staying in a box with nothing fun to do.”

“You were shut off in there, don’t try to feed me this sob story.” Oliver shook his arm, trying to rid himself of the robot.

“Ah, no, I stay on in low power mode. So I was in there. Thinkin’. Not even a movie to watch. No one to huuuuuuug.”

Veil wrapped her arm around his and nuzzled into it with a hum. Oliver sighed and rubbed his forehead. So that was how many bucks down the drain? No way he was letting his kid near it. Or her. Whatever she was.

“Give a home to a girl in need,” Veil said.

“What if I just turned you off?”

“That’s just like murder! You wouldn’t want to be a murderer, would ya?”

“You’re telling me I kill my television every time I turn it off?

“It’s not like your TV is a pretty girl like me. Not the same.” Veil shook her head.

“Alright, look, I don’t need you in my house. I’ve got no use for you, and I can’t have you running around while I’m at work. I already have one problem like that.”

“Hey, I’m not gonna run around.” She smiled and began lowering herself. Oliver quickly caught her and pulled her back up. “Aw, c’mon, why are you such a stick in the mud? You get the robot of your dreams and you’re just gonna say no?”

“I’m not that desperate, OK? Let me just get back to my work and we’ll sort this out later.”

Veil hefted herself up onto the table. “Who says you’re desperate? Not me.”

“Screwing a robot is the epitome of desperation. I still have that little bit of respect.” Though, considering his last relationship, it’s not like a cheery robot was really all that much of a downgrade.

“Duh. A big guy like you?” Veil ran her hands up his arm. They were barely able to touch fingertips. “I bet you get plenty of respect everywhere you go.” They spread out over his chest and ran down his stomach.

“I can’t look over this crap with you groping me, alright?”

“I just wanna little touch of your body, c’mon. I’ll let you touch me too!”

Her crotch was unveiled again. This time he could distinctly tell there was a pinkish glow to it. Who the hell made this thing? Veil looked up at him, then back down at her groin. The metal plate came up and down, showing and then hiding it repeatedly.

“Eh? Eh?” Veil asked, raising her eyebrows.

Veil repeated the process a few more times, as if it were the most amazing thing in the entire world. To some degree, it was. Oliver found his eyes stuck to the glowing orifice. The light combined with her reflective synthetic skin showed off just how welcoming her entrance was. His heart skipped a beat and he snapped his head back to his work with a huff.

The rat robot eventually gave up on the gesture and sighed. Instead, she started kicking her legs back and forth, looking at his computer screen.

“So where’s Mrs. Oliver, huh?” she asked.

“I pray to God she’s currently passed out on her sofa, clutching her last bottle of wine.”

“Don’t like her, huh?”

“You figure it out that easy?”

“Yeah! I’m pretty smart, aren’t I?” She swept her hair back.

“Sure. Yeah.”

Oliver quietly clattered away at his keyboard, adding notes to his work and reading over it. Out of the corner of his eye he watched rat robot sit there happily, tail snaking around the table. She was certainly cute, and while she didn’t have any outward sexual details, she was still lovingly shaped into something feminine. Yeah, he was lonely, and sure, work was rough, but he didn’t need this thing to take care of him.

“So this is kinda what you do all day, huh?”

“Yes, this is what I do all day,” Oliver replied.

“Just stare at a screen?”

“Yes. No time for anything else.”

“So how do you expect to get a girlfriend like that?”

“I don’t.”

“Ohhhh, and you’re just too good to have a little jerk, huh?”

“I am busy.”

“I bet it’d feel good, y’know.”

“Working.”

Veil leaned forward.

“You know, my mouth ain’t just for talking.”

“I guess it’s for spewing idiocy too?”

“And spewing other things.” She opened her mouth and stuck out her glistening tongue.

“I don’t need this right now.” His eyes stared hard at the screen.

“Sure you do.” Veil leaned a bit more forward. “I was basically built to know how heavy your balls are.”

While he wasn’t looking directly at her, he could still hear that soft click of her revealing herself and see the soft pink glow that radiated from her entrance. It was pathetic, he knew, but her simple efforts were enough to put him on edge. It became a little hotter. His heart beat a little faster. Blood stirred in his groin. When really was the last time he vented any kind of steam? It was honestly hard to even recall.

“Hey? D’ya hear me? I know juuuuust how much you want it.”

“I don’t really believe you.”

Oliver propped his head up on his hand as he stared at his screen. Not that he was paying any attention to it or could process any words on it.

“Fine, I’ll prove it,” Veil said. She stepped onto his lap and plopped down. Oliver pushed back from his desk but didn’t protest. She looked at him, smiled a smug smile, and tugged on his zipper. Her other hand cupped his crotch, giving his balls a squeeze as she did. She continued to tug for a while until she began chuckling and properly undid his fly. “What’d I tell ya?” she said in a low voice.

“So? Just do it already if you’re really that insistent about it.”

“I’m getting there! Gosh. OK, here we go.” She stuck her hand into his pants and pulled out his gorging member. “Woah there.” Her hand barely managed to wrap around its girth. “No wonder you can’t get a girl, you’re gonna kill them.”

Her words became less annoying and more frustrating. Veil’s hands were warm despite her artificial nature, and each finger just had the right amount pressure applied. Despite her goofy nature, she really did have this down pat, and only moreso as she began slowly jerking him.

“So, doing good, huh? I’m worth keeping ain’t I?”

“Do you have an off button on your mouth at least?”

“Sure I do, big guy.” Her smug smile widened and she raised herself up to bring him into a kiss. There was a sweetness to her he hadn’t expected, and furthermore, actual wetness to her.

Oliver pulled back. “Just get this over with.”

“See? Told you that you’d like it. Now you sit back and relax my big guy.”

Oliver found himself unsure where to look. He was drawn to her tender fingers first and foremost, naturally. She was small but still somehow expert at her job, managing to stroke him at just the right speed and push at the right places to goad him on. Yet still it was embarrassing. Sure, OK, he was letting himself get groped by a machine. Didn’t have to look at her for it.

“C’mon, least you can do is say how much you like it!” Veil said. Her stroking picked up.

“Not really the time for talking.” Oliver held back a grunt. She was weirdly good at this.

“No wonder you’re so stuck up. Can’t even give a girl the time of day, even with her hands on your junk. Let me fix that tune for ya.”

Before Oliver could interject, Veil slid off his lap, still somehow managing to keep her hands on him. She bent over and hovered worryingly close to his crotch, her mouth practically nuzzling against the head of his prick. Then, she opened her mouth and a trickle of spittle came from it. It dribbled onto his erection, slowly trickling down its length. There was a tingle of delight as it spread across. Even moreso, it easily lubricated her hand, allowing it to glide easily across him.

The man was easily shut up by her display, struggling not to wince with every jerk of the hand. Veil only smiled smugly as she lovingly stroked him. Her eyes said all the talking in this brief moment of silence, only interrupted by the slap of skin as she worked.

“So, am I good or what? I’d say I’m good. I know you like the back of my hand, and as you can see, my hand works pretty good!”

Oliver decided not to indulge in her ridiculous words. Instead, he closed his eyes to try and get away from this moment, only focusing on the jolts of pleasure running through him.

“Tough crowd.”

While he could no longer see Veil, he could still feel her moving about. Her free hand slid under his shirt. She was gentle, and the metal on her was cold causing goosebumps to erupt over his skin. Her probing fingers found their way to his nipples, where they circled around them relentlessly, not lingering on either one for too long.

A small part of Oliver hated this. That voice in the back of his head telling him this was both cutting into work time and just a little bit sad, and the rest of his body rebelled that notion. His skin was alight with sensation and he drank up every bit of it that coursed through him.

Veil’s twitchy nose came up to the base of his erection. Her whiskers tickled him as she nuzzled against him. Traveling downward, her nose came upon his balls, pushing up against them.

“I knew it. Heavy.” She pushed some more and gave them a gentle lick. “So go on, cum for me. Drain ‘em.”

Oliver hardly needed more pressing than that. His legs tightened and he gripped the edges of his chair as his orgasm crashed into him. Just before the first spurt came, a warm wetness enveloped the head, encouraging his already heavy ejaculate. The first sticky strand shot out, drawing a grunt out of him. Then the next. And the next. And the next. Olive thrust his hips forward, hitting the back of something. Whatever it was, he didn’t care. His orgasm wound down to a few dribbling spurts, and he finally eased back into his chair with a sigh.

Gentle licking prompted the man’s eyes to open. Veil was there, quietly licking away at the rest of his length, gathering up what remained of his semen.

“Look, I’ll just clean up,” Oliver said.

Veil swallowed. “No need, I’m almost done my big guy.” She licked a few more times. “There we go. Allllllll better now. Good thing I’m a robot, otherwise I woulda choked real quick there. Phew! I saved a poor girl’s life doing that. Makes me kind of a hero.”

“Alright, whatever you say.” Oliver looked back at his computer. Right, damn. “I’ve got to get back to work so could you just… please, leave me in peace for a little bit?”

“Hey, I got my treat, and I know you gotta build up again.” Veil raised her hand and shrugged. “Oh, missed that one.” She licked her finger for a trail of semen. With that, she tottered out of the room.

Oliver set back to work fervently, trying to finish up the last batch of documentation he promised. Midway through writing down notes, he pulled his pants back up and zipped the fly. Christ.

_

“Lunch time, lunch time, lunch time!” Veil said, clapping her hands.

“Relax, alright? Why are you so excited?” Oliver asked as he walked into his kitchen.

“I’m excited for you. You know, since we’re friends and all now, I wanna be happy for you.” She pointed at him.

“Who said we’re friends?” For all intents and purposes he was still thinking about a refund.

“Oh, OK, I see how it is. A girl gives you a handy and you can’t even give her the time of day.”

“Well…! You wouldn’t shut up about it.”

“I know, and you liked it!”

Oliver shook his head and opened his fridge. It was fully stocked, but still had that mystifying problem of nothing to eat. His eyes looked for anything vaguely appealing to snack on before he’d be dragged back to work.

“I know, I know, how about I whip up something for you?” Veil asked.

Oliver looked to her with his brow furrowed, recalling what her hands were doing a mere hour ago.

“I’m not sure you can really do that. Plus I’m not even sure you washed your hands. No, that’s not happening.”

“Of course I washed my hands. I’ve got a tongue don’t I?”

“Something more clean.”

“I’ll have you know my spit does uh, something, something, sanitization. That sort of thing. It’s probably in the manual.”

“If you came with a manual I would have turned you off a while ago.”

“Phew! Thanks for lazy workers then! I am a free woman now.”

Oliver settled on a simple pack of pudding for the time being. He could sneak out for another snack afterward. He sat down at one of the bar stools lining the island table and tore open his treat.

“You’re just gonna have that? I thought you might want a pizza or something. I think I can call for pizza, one second.” She held up her finger and froze, her eyes dimming.

“I don’t need you to order a pizza.” Oliver took a spoonful of pudding. Maybe she finally turned off. He continued to eat as he watched her frozen state. “You still working on that pizza call?” Another spoon. Hm. Oliver set down his treat and hefted her up. She weighed almost nothing despite being wholly mechanical. He set her down on another stool and went back to eating.

“As it turns out I can’t order a pi– Hey! What’d you do that for?”

“Just thought it’d be funny. I need some entertainment while I eat.”

“Good thing I didn’t get you pizza.” Veil leaned over and poked his gut. “I don’t think you need any more of it.”

Oliver frowned. “You’re not making a great case for your staying, you know.”

Veil’s face blanked and then she went into a smile. “Ah, well, you know, I’m such a good girl most of the time.”

“You sure about that? I’m not even sure you’re working right.”

“Can’t assume anything. I do my job well.” She jerked off the air.

“So that’s specifically what you were built for.” Then he got really unlucky with their extra stock.

“I mean, why else would anyone want a robot?”

“Cooking? Cleaning? Absolutely anything worthwhile at all?”

“But I mean, if you’re a human, don’t you wanna do those things so your life isn’t boring?”

“Our lives are boring because of it.”

“You need to have a little boring every now and again. Like a little sprinkling of cheese on spaghetti. Mwah.” She kissed her fingers.

“I don’t suppose you’re volunteering to do any of that stuff?”

“Mmm, not without a reward, nah.” Veil shook her head.

Oliver rolled his eyes. “Why am I not surprised?”

“Because you’re a smart guy doing smart guy things.”

“Then I don’t see why I should keep you around at all.”

“We’ve been over this. Cute girl.” She placed her palms on her cheeks and blinked repeatedly. “Sex machine, and fun time giver. Once in a life time opportunity.”

Oliver turned back to his pudding. And would that be so bad? Having a thing to use like that? Sure, it was a little sad, but it’s not like his life wasn’t already teetering on miserable at times. Would be hard to explain around the kid, and even harder to explain around his friends. It helped that she was so open about it. It was her that pushed him into it after all, right?

“So, what, you’d just sit here all day waiting for me to get frustrated?”

“I could do other things too!”

“No, you can’t.”

“Oh, yeah, I can’t. Or maybe I can and I just don’t know it yet.” She placed a hand on her chin. “Who knows what lies in wait for me. It could be anything.”

So a walking fleshlight, essentially. Technically a bargain at that, seeing as how she hadn’t combusted yet or fried her circuits with his fluids. Or broke on him when he pushed into her mouth.

“You know, the way things went back there, I can guess why it didn’t work with you and the other lady,” Veil said.

“Don’t bring that up,” Oliver replied with a hard stare.

“Alright, alright. Just a point. See, I love you for who you are.”

“We really don’t need to throw love into the equation, OK? This is already sad enough.”

Oliver finished off the rest of his snack and tossed into the trash. Veil followed him closely as he went back to examine her box. Maybe there was a manual and he had just missed it somehow. A factory reset wouldn’t be too bad. Then he could probably strip out all the naughty bits and– No, it would still be weird having it in the house. Maybe a firm scrubbing? Or he could sell this one off after a reset. Someone would definitely spring for a rat sex bot. Probably. Maybe not.

Veil stood nearby, happily humming to herself and shaking back and forth. Oliver continued to stare at the box. Not even a shred of documentation to be found. The only hint to anything about her was a small indent in the box that read “Custom Personal Automated Kinesynthetic variety 34.” Somehow, that complicated name was all too wrong for her. At least the “custom” part shed some light on what she was. A personal perverted order that got shunted once the company went under.

“This thing doesn’t even have a charger. How do you juice up?” Oliver asked.

“Oh, I run on cum.” Veil narrowed her eyes and smiled. “Noooo, I’m kidding. Something in my head tells me I work off your house’s power remotely. But it’s slow. S’why I gotta go relax after we do it.”

“So… Where does my– You know. Where does that go?”

“You can say it. Cum! I eat it.” Veil laughed, then paused. “Actually, I don’t know where it goes. Hm.” She scratched her head. “I guess we’ll find out later! Should be fun.”

Fun, right. Maybe he was a dumb teenager it would have been fun to see where his stuff went, but he didn’t need to worry about it now. He shut the box, hoping it might do something else like pop out a manual, but no luck. No, he was stuck with her and how she was. Might as well make the most of it, right?

Oliver looked back to Veil, who had her tail in her mouth. She immediately dropped it upon making eye contact with him. What great machinery the present had blessed him with.

_

The rest of the day crawled by. Despite the several setbacks, Oliver managed to put many of his woes to rest. Veil had spent most of the time either staring at him, or wandering aimlessly around the house. Save for his kid’s room. Oliver made certain to lock that up.

“So now that you’re done with work, whaddya gonna do all day?” Veil asked. She emphasized the “do” quite prominently. “Just gonna sit here on the couch? Didn’t you do enough sitting? Don’t you wanna moooooove?”

“No, I don’t. Just let me watch my football, alright? That’s all I ask,” Oliver said. He stared at the screen. Admittedly he wasn’t even a fan of the sport. It was just one of those things he did to seem more like a “dad” and a “man” in general, much like owning a torque wrench and a grill. Unfortunately, his last attempt at being fatherly ended with this rat kneeling down next to him on a couch, begging for sexual attention.

“What’s even the point? They just move around a bit and then there’s commercials.”

“I don’t know. I really don’t know.” Oliver sighed. “Let me ask you a question.”

“Ooh, ooh, OK! Ask away!”

“What do you do for fun?”

Veil began to open her mouth.

“And don’t say sex,” Oliver added.

“I wasn’t gonna say that!”

“OK, then what?

“I was gonna say, that as a robot, it’s fun to serve!”

“Serve? You don’t even do anything!”

“Yeah, I do. Remember?” She patted his leg.

“Then you have sex for fun.”

“Hm, I guess you’re right. Hey, you’re pretty smart!”

Oliver huffed and looked back to the television. There was something enviable about being such a one track mind. Well, that wasn’t to say he wasn’t like that at one point. That kind of thinking tossed him into his current life. Only now, with the robot, there were no strings attached.

“So you kept saying, ‘Oh, how come you deserve to be here’ but lemme ask you, how come I don’t deserve to be here, huh?”

“What the hell is everyone going to think with you walking around? I know it doesn’t look like it, but I do have friends, you know. Not to mention a kid walking around.”

“So like, when you had what’s-her-face around, you didn’t let anyone come over ‘cause you were fuckin’ her?” Veil tilted her head.

“Maybe I would have if that’s how the relationship went.” Oliver shook his head. “Why am I even talking about relationships with a robot.”

“Oh, that’s easy, ‘cause I’m the only one around!”

“Rhetorical question.”

“Ohh, OK. I see.”

Oliver rubbed his eyes and continued his futile attempt to watch his program. It’d be a while before he’d have to drive over to school, what with extra curricular stuff going on. He went back to eyeing Veil again, who only offered amused smiles and waves every time he did.

It was right there. He could take it if he wanted. Veil certainly wouldn’t complain. He’d probably feel guilty for a bit. After much mulling and staring and thinking and shifting– Fine.

Oliver shut off the television and turned to Veil. Her expression widened to excitement, then back down to confusion, then to an unsure smile. The man picked her up, noting her weight yet again. There really was nothing much to her. His eyes ran over her, making sure he really was going to do this.

“Alright,” Oliver said finally, setting her down.

“Oh man, you are not gonna regret this. Believe me. I can–”

“No talking.”

Veil did indeed stop talking, but kept miming speech as she worked on his pants, quickly undoing them and pulling his cock free. She giggled audibly then returned to her quiet ramblings. Who knew what she was saying. Probably a string of bad innuendos. Oliver helped her along to pull his pants down. She promptly popped open her cover and rubbed her entrance against his erection, still silently chattering away.

This time, Oliver felt like being a little more involved. He hefted her up and pressed the tip of his cock against her. Her mouth froze and she looked expectantly downward. For a moment he wondered if it would fit. Surely. Then as his head pushed into her, he wondered if it would hurt her. Nah.

Oliver pulled Veil downward, impaling her on his cock.

“Fuck!” she yelled. Her mouth pulled into a wide grin.

The man could feel her instantly respond to his cock, squeezing and gripping every inch of it. He thrust his hips a little further, burying it further into her and bumping into the very end of her vagina. A gentle buzzing massaged the tip of his head. He wanted to pull back, but that little stimulation kept him there for a minute or two.

Veil’s stomach, like other parts of her, was covered in that pliable black material. A visible bulge vaguely outlined where his cock snugly fit inside her. It was too tempting not to run his thumb across it, putting that much more pressure on his erection. Veil twitched as well, what little motion she could manage was jerky and imprecise. She was synthetic but it was clear she was feeling every bit of what was going on.

“C’mon, move, move!” Veil said.

Oliver obliged her, picking up her hips and slamming her back down all the way to the base of his erection. Veil loudly moaned again, squeezing his erection. Her tail had straightened out and gone stiff. The metal plating that had adorned her body remained cool, yet the black skin-like parts had grown warm. A firm reminder of her artificial yet all so capable form.

Despite Veil’s loud reactions, Oliver somewhat lost himself in the pleasure of that moment, merely repeating bouncing her on his cock and feeling that little bit of a buzz. After the initial delight wore off, he slowly began exploring Veil a little more. If he was going to have an expensive fuckbuddy, he might as well find out all about her, right?

Veil indeed was shaped into a female. Even in her less pliable metallic plates, she had the pleasing curves that were enjoyable to sweep over. Oliver’s touch seemed to cause Veil herself some enjoyment as well. She reacted to every touch and caress, and even to the slight tug of hair. She was very much alive with sensation.

Plowing into the small robot was good and all, but Oliver wanted to push more, explore that much more of her. She had no protests for the generic riding, far too drunk with the prick that was stretching her wide at that moment as shown by her giggles and moans.

Oliver stood up, easily pulling Veil along with him, erection still buried within her. Her scarce weight allowed him to hold her in place while he began thrusting.

“Good, huh?” Veil said shakily. “Couldn’t do this with–” She tensed up. “Fuck!” A large smile plastered across her face. “Couldn’t do this with any other girl! Veil supremacy!” Of course, every one of her words wavered, as her small body slammed against him. Her skin produced that long forgotten slap of flesh. Slightly different and still welcomed all the same. “Damn, you’re doing this way too easily.” She shakily placed a hand on her face.

It was almost like being transported right back to a more youthful, lustful train of thought. Veil’s easily pliable body made his mind awash with positions that he could try, each one seeming more enticing than the last. His current position pushing into her was waning thin on his lust-addled mind.

Oliver stopped his plowing for but a moment and walked over to the wall. He flipped Veil over, stomach facing the ground. It was an odd sensation having her inner-walls move across his erection like that, but not an unwelcome one. Veil quickly got the idea, of course she did, and placed her hands upon the wall to brace herself.

With the new couple in position, Olive slammed his hips into her. There was a small thud with every thrust as her hard elbows bumped into the wall. A small effect, but it drove home the idea of quite rigorously mating with her in his mind. It satiated that primal desire to properly fuck her as she deserved.

As Oliver explored Veil, he pressed his finger where he expected her anus to be, only to find a smooth surface placed between her cheeks. “I don’t need that silly hole,” Veil said in-between thrusts. “But you know who does?” Veil’s tail probed at his legs, sliding ever upward, the tip eventually probing Oliver’s own anus. Before he could protest, she shoved the tip of her tail in, forcing that end right up against his prostate and adding a gentle buzz.

The man nearly locked up as an odd warmth traveled through him. It was uncomfortable and simultaneously completely right. His teeth clenched and he continued fucking Veil with renewed vigor. Every thrust made her arms loosen their grip, and eventually he was thrusting into her right up against the wall.

“I told you this would be good,” Veil said. Her trademark smug demeanor had faded away but Oliver, even in his lust fueled mind, still knew she was trying to smarm. “You should have–” His hand grabbed at her neck gently and he forced his fingers into her mouth. Her words slurred into indecipherable nonsense. Not that it wasn’t before, but at least now it didn’t tunnel into his head.

The new couple continued their rigorous routine. Oliver would flip her over, pull her close, push her away, on just about every part of the living room until his libido gave out. It wasn’t until he was fucking her, legs up, on the couch that he began feeling the wave of his own orgasm breaching. Veil only increased the buzzing inside of him, pushing him over into the finish, wearing a smile all the way.

Oliver braced himself on the couch and pushed deep into Veil. Her hips lifted, her smile vanished. He slammed his hips into her one last time as the first spurt of semen came, filling her already full entrance. The next spurt came. Veil’s eyes rolled back. Then the next. Her teeth grit. Oliver pulled free, his last spurt streaming over her face and chest.

In a gasping mess, Oliver fell back onto the couch. Physical reality hit him, and he felt all the rigors of his vigorous lovemaking in that moment. Muscles ached. Sweat dripped. His body was sore. And he was relaxed. He let out one deep sigh and let his breathing return to normal.

After a minute or two of rest, the man looked back down at his mechanical partner to make sure he hadn’t broken her. She lay there, limp, but still blinking.

“Wow!” Veil shouted. There was a long silence. “You were really backed up!”

Oliver merely shook his head and stood up, noticing some of the disarray he had caused in their fervor. As he did, Veil’s tail popped out of him, causing him to twitch in surprise. Not doing that again. Well, maybe one more time. He hurriedly began redressing himself and rearranging things back in order.

“Clean this up,” Oliver said.

“Alright, fine, but only because you did a good job, OK?” Veil replied, still unmoving.

“Yeah, whatever.”

Oliver tried to make himself as presentable as possible and readied himself for a drive. Once he was sure he wasn’t a walking catastrophe he rushed back out to check on Veil, who had only just then began picking herself up.

“When you’re done, get back to my room and don’t open the door,” Oliver said.

“Oh, gosh.” Veil placed her hands on her cheeks and swooned. “I’ll be waiting!”

_

“Sooooo?” Veil asked. She was currently half submerged in the tub at that moment.

“So what?” Oliver asked.

“So, you’re keeping me, right?”

Oliver fervently scrubbed her chest. His stains clung to her but slowly came undone with copious amounts of soap. Figures that out of all features, stainless was not amongst them. Her tail splashed about in the water.

“After your work on the living room? Probably shouldn’t.”

“Probably doesn’t mean won’t!” Veil’s eyes widened and she perked up.

“I guess you didn’t get on my nerves enough.”

“Boom! I knew I’d win your heart. Good thing I didn’t start with ‘cheesed to meet you,’ huh?”

“That definitely would have shaved off a few points. Now hold still.”

“Hold still? I get a whole new house. Would you hold still?”

“Yes, especially if I thought I could still blow that chance.” Oliver stopped and looked at her eyes.

“Alright, OK, yeah, point taken. But still, woo! A whole new house! That’s a huge upgrade from a grey box ya know.”

“But we’re going to have to set some rules.”

“Ah, jeez, here we go.” Veil fluttered her eyes. “Blowjobs on the hour, every hour? Hm? I can do it, believe me.”

“No. You’re going to have to sit in the storage closet for most of the day.”

“What!” Veil raised her hands and let them drop.

“Relax. It’s either that or you’re going back in the box for the whole day.”

“Fine. I guess that’s not too bad.” There was a long silence, only broken up by fervent brushing. “But I can sleep in your bed at night, right?”

“You don’t sleep.”

“Sure I do.”

“I don’t think that’s gonna work out.”

“You’re just worried you’re gonna spend all night with me. I know, I know, I’m your toy.”

“Something like that.”

“So… what’re you doing in an hour?”

“I plan to hopefully fall asleep, seeing as how it’s already 12 in the morning.”

“We didn’t have to take a bath at 12 in the morning, that’s your deal.”

“I don’t need you walking around my house and having to answer questions that shouldn’t have been asked in the first place.”

“Ohhhh, so we’re gonna sleep together tonight.”

“No, by myself. A good night’s rest.”

“Ah, yeah, especially after your ‘hard’ work day, huh? Eh? Eh?” She prodded his arm with her elbow.

“Yeah, that.” Oliver sighed.

“Don’t worry, I’m here to make the next one just as hard!” She smiled.

“I really don’t doubt that.”