Race Condition

Story by Loosf on SoFurry

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Slightly edited from roleplay.

A lot of it inspired by the climax doll lola bunny sex doll, so it is furry.


**Lightly edited from casual RP log**

What a good machine you are.

So pretty. So well made.

But you are not just a simple doll are you?

A friend. A cherished thing. A companion.

Not all that modern. Not all that capable, really, by your own admittance.

But that does not prevent others

Like Me

From liking you.

Adoring you, even.

What a good machine you are.

Hugging you, from behind. Caressing your chest. Caressing your torso.

Directing your delicate hand. That blouse? I am not sure you can undo those buttons alone.

Always helped you with that. It is nice to help you. It is nice to dress you.

Do you even enjoy it?

Putting it on you.

Taking it off you.

Directing your hands to it. But touching those buttons myself. One by one.

Not treating you like a mannequin, no. You are more than that, aren't you?

But helping you with it.

You can take that garment off now, but I enjoy the process. Assisting you.

The pretty blouse covering your silicone skin.

It is more than skin, isn't it?

Your sculpted form. How deep inside it are you, really?

Electricity flowing through your insides, making you move, making you *be*.

Silicone over silicon.

Fitting.

Helping you get dressed

Helping you undress

Helping you to be enjoyed

Can you do

Fiddly things

Like buttons

I know you can't.

Bare arms. Bared shoulders. Your silicone exposed.

A bra underneath. A bra over your ample silicone breasts.

More for decoration than for anything else. But you yourself, you are so very decorative, aren't you?

Your fingers not dextrous enough to undo that clasp. Are your hands sensitive? Can you feel those textures? Can you feel when you touch my form? Can you feel yourself when you touch yourself?

Undoing it. For you.

What a pretty doll you would make.

A seam on the middle of your back.

On your molded silicone shape.

A cover, for a diagnostics panel. Displaying so much of you.

The processes that make you be. Yourself, in a way.

Prying it off. Exposing it.

You are more than a doll, yes. How much more?

It does not matter. You are real enough, aren't you?

You are so pleasing.

Touching you

Rubbing you

Reading readouts of your inner states rather than depending on your external emoting

Because it's limited

Your sounds

Squeezing your silicone

Seeing if you

Can

Feel that

Tugging, rubbing, caressing

Enjoying your form

Kissing your face

Enjoying your noisy motion

Carefully posing you, to enjoy and please

Almost like a mannequin, only much softer

Ass up, a slap on that silicone butt

Your screen readout showing changes

Was it because of the actual hit

Or are you just

Reacting

To the sound

How much of you is dedicated to sensory processing

I know with each touch, each lick, your display shows new lines, new data.

Can you feel it?

Can you feel being touched?

Wondering if your systems can be overwhelmed by

What I am doing

Or if you can barely

Register them. Either way. Enjoying you

Pulling down those stripey panties as well, exposing your ass

And licking that decorative hole wondering how automated your reacting is

Or if it's triggered by your higher functions

Your self

Is there even a difference? You being

As you are

Your silicone ass, stretching it to give myself access to your features

Tongue licking that simulated hole, hearing your muffled internals through your silicone covering

One of my hands moving towards the front of your crotch

And rubbing that sculpted silicone clit

Still wondering

Can you even feel it?

Am I doing anything for you?

Is there a system inside of you that's made for you own pleasure?

Or is your pleasure just tied to being enjoyed yourself?

Rubbing, licking, attempting to stimulate you while you are

So

Still

Listening to your moans.

Are they all the same sound? The same file?

Replaying over and over while I lick you.

While you are so still.

Not entirely, of course. You are no mere inert doll

You are more than that, aren't you

But how much more are you

Listening to your hip actuators turn on as I lick and rub you

Hearing your speaker emit sounds

Are those moans pre recorded?

Are you vocalizing intentionally?

How much of it is you

Can you even enjoy these

Are they all just prerecorded, programmed responses?

Or is it you, is it you doing it. Being.

Is there any difference, really?

You are enjoyed

You are cherished

And my enjoyment comes from that

Is yours tied to mine that way?

Or were you made to

Enjoy

By yourself

Of yourself

A race condition

Carefully moving you, asking you to

Help me pose you

Removing your pants fully

Your panties

Lying down there, staring at the ceiling instead of with your ass up.

More than a doll. How much more?

Lovely to see and feel and enjoy.

And lovely to care about.

Feeling that slight resistance from your legs while

Posing you

Placing my face between your legs

Licking that delicate silicone nub I was rubbing

Feeling your sculpted hips

Caressing and enjoying your soft covering

Is it that much out of your expected function if my pleasure is vicarious from yours?

Were you made to even be pleasured?

Were you made to be capable of being pleasured?

You can clearly be played with.

More than a doll. How much more?

Inserting a finger on your silicone hole, rubbing your insides.

Caressing you.

Am I triggering more reactions?

Are you playing them for my benefit?

I can hear

Your voice

Is it yours really?

Does it even matter?