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Written by Mykell Wildfire

It was a pretty run-of-the-mill night at the club this night. The music was blasting, people were dancing, guys and girls alike were drinking their choice alcoholic beverages. The bar was a very popular place. Aside from having a wide variety of drinks, it was also popular with single men and women.

Glancing around after some time on the dance floor, a wolf set his sights on a particular hyena girl at the bar, sipping slowly at a beer and scribbling on a piece of paper. She wore an attractive violet one-piece dress and had her black hair tied back in a long ponytail. Her brown and black spotted fur seemed smooth and well groomed and her hands and ears lacked any kind of jewelry. Most importantly, the wolf observed, she lacked any kind of wedding ring.

He approached the bar and took a seat next to her. She was quite short, he thought. He gave a sly smile to himself as he looked her over out of the corner of his eye. He rather liked short girls. They were submissive and easily handled. Perfect for a dominant and confident guy like himself.

He called for the bartender and ordered a pair of mixed drinks, which were promptly delivered. One to him and one to her. She smiled, not taking her eyes off of the paper. The wolf shifted himself closer, taking the opportunity to look her over in detail. He glanced at the paper she was writing on, but couldn't understand it. All he could see were numbers, some scribbled lists of items, and sketches.

"Quite the multi-tasker," he said in a suave tone, "getting a drink while working on your grocery list."

"Something like that," she replied plainly, still not taking her eyes off of the paper and continuing to write.

"Name's Sven. You got a pretty name to go with that pretty face?"

"Jacqlin, and judging by the confidence in your voice and your choice of words, I'd wager I'm not the first girl you've tried to charm with that thing you call a personality."

He was caught off guard by the remark. This one wasn't just a pretty face, after all. Time to switch strategies, he thought, "Pretty and smart. Must be my lucky day. Got a degree in business management, myself. Where did you go to college?"

"I didn't. College has nothing new to teach me. Besides, I wouldn't want to make the professors feel like idiots."

"Can't go through life thinking you're smarter than everyone else, you know. Might be smart with that stuff you're writing down on that paper, but everyone always has something else to learn. Maybe if you give me the chance, I could teach you a thing or two."

She smiled once again, finally lifting her gaze from that paper and taking a moment to guzzle the drink he had bought her. She slammed the glass to the table, folded up the paper and tucked it into her cleavage, and turned to him.

"I rather doubt that. But I think there's something you should learn the next time you try to pick up a girl."

"And what would that be?"

"How to tell the difference between a girl who wants to get picked up, and a girl who's only here for the free booze. Thanks for the drink, by the way."

He winced at her words. Maybe she was just playing hard to get, he thought. Maybe a bit of psychology could turn things around in his favor, "Well, if that's all you're here for, then fine. I'm sure there's plenty of guys who are willing to drool and claw at you as you walk by. Doubt there's anyone here as sophisticated as you and I."

"Oh, don't sell yourself short. It's not the sophistication that doomed your attempt to failure. You're just not big enough for me."

With that, she stood up and walked away, chuckling as she left. The wolf was slack jawed. He had taken many girls for a ride in his time, but this was the first time he had ever been "had". She was some kind of girl, alright, and it cost him ten bucks just to get the cold shoulder. He turned back to the table and sipped at his drink, letting his ego recover a bit before trying again. There were plenty of women for him to try again.

Outside, Jacqlin emerged from the club doors and onto the sidewalk. She stretched herself out a bit. Sitting in these bars always made her a bit stiff. She gave one more look at her notes from the paper, scribbled a few more entries on it before stuffing it back into her dress and calling for a cab to bring her home.

Nights like these weren't uncommon for Jacqlin. The club environment helped her think, and the constant barrage of single guys hitting on her provided a nice supply of free drinks. She appreciated the attempt, but none of them were ever her type. Her taste in men (and women, if the mood strikes her) was very particular. She liked her partners big, kinda dumb, and willing to submit to her every whim. Granted, people like that were few and far between, but what she had in mind and what was scribbled on that paper in her dress would certainly solve her problem.

***

After sleeping off the buzz of the alcohol, Jacqlin grabbed her notes and started her day. Dresses weren't normally her thing outside of leading men on at the clubs, so today she wore her more comfortable attire. A dark red bra with matching panties, a short and slightly torn denim skirt, a low cut purple tee shirt and a denim vest covered in pins and patches. She loved punk-rock music and the attire that went with it. It was revealing, provocative, and she loved how it hid her immense intellect.

Her first stop in town was the local specialty electronics store. This place almost like a second home to her. Any time she wasn't working on a project, writing computer code or building some large complex mechanism, she was here. Going by her list, she carted a carriage around and filled it with various items. LEDs, a large and expensive power supply, capacitors, and wires of all sizes filled the cart. Checking out of the store was swift, and the staff would quietly talk amongst themselves on what crazy project she had going on this time.

Her next stop was a small exotic pet shop down the street. Ironically, she spent more time in here than she did in the electronics store. She spent a good amount of time admiring and comparing various collars and leashes. None of the collars were big enough for what she had in mind, but it was alright. Chaining them together wouldn't be a problem. She grabbed three large red leather collars with a matching and very long red leash that caught her eye.

"Aren't you going to buy leashes for the other two?" The lizard girl employee said as Jacqlin set her chosen items on the counter to be rung up.

"Oh no," she replied with a smile, "This is just for one pet."

"Only one? He must be pretty big if you need three collars for him."

"He will be, once I finish building him."

A dumbfounded look washed over the employees snout as she tried to process the response. Jacqlin just laughed, packed her items in her bag, and left. She had everything she needed now, she thought to herself as she crossed off the last items from her list. Her face wore a sly smile the whole walk back to her home, pondering the impending event she had planned for her new "project".

Jacqlin's house was modest for the most part. Not very large, single main floor and simple amenities. It served its purpose as a home in her eyes. Her real pride and joy, however, resided in the oversized basement with an abnormally tall ceiling. She took the time to maximize the usable space it provided by sectioning off things like the boiler, bulkhead and heater into small spaces. Once that was done, she spent the better part of a month converting the space into a giant private laboratory for her projects. Tonight the lab saw another, seemingly out-of-place addition; an oversized bed with a camera mounted just passed the foot of the mattress.

Jacqlin rushed to the lab with her purchases, eager to get to work. On one side of the room, about 15 feet from the bed, stood a very large figure obscured by a fabric sheet. She placed the items onto the floor and whipped the sheet off, revealing her "project". Standing almost ten feet tall was what resembled a robotic tiger. The head was sculpted from various forms of high quality plastic into the shape of a tiger's face. The body was made to look very buff with muscles and had synthetic tiger fur grafted onto a flesh like simulate. The fur covered only the chest, upper arms and upper legs, while the rest of the robotic form was made of a combination of metal and plastic.

The feature that stood out the most by far was the wildly oversized sheath and balls between the robot's legs. Each simulated testicle was about the size of a beach ball, and the sack itself was covered in a fine and soft fur. Jacqlin was quite proud of this feature, and gave the heavy sack a sensual rub before going to work.

She installed the LEDs into the eye sockets, swung around and installed the power supply and connectors behind a panel on the back and tied the various wires inside as well. Once everything was connected, she applied the finishing touch of slipping on the extra large collar to its neck and clipping the leash to it. She gave a sigh of anticipation as she flipped a single switch before closing and securing the back panel.

With a push of a button on a remote in her pocket, the red light on the expensive camera activated and started to track on to her. She took a moment to look over her creation, inspecting every joint, every piece of metal and plastic and the look and feel of the synthetic fur. She smiled at the camera as she removed her vest and tossed it aside.

"Wake up T-163R," She commanded.

A series of mechanical and digital whines emitted from the robot. The eyes slowly lit up a cool blue hue as the body began to move and stand up. The robot stood with a slight hunch in its back, a rather beastly design that Jacqlin loved so much. A few more whines and beeps came from the robot before it was fully booted up and the custom artificial intelligence algorithms started to run. It looked curiously around the room before resting its gaze on Jacqlin, tilting its head and awaiting command.

"Approach me," she said as she gave a firm tug on the leash. The robot complied, taking its first steps. Its digigrade legs moved perfectly and the gait in its walk was spot on. The footfalls were heavy, but fairly quiet due to very soft padding under its foot paws. It moved deftly stood before Jacqlin and looked down at her. She really was dwarfed by her creation, just the way she liked it.

"Carry me to the bed," she said. The robot glanced about the room before centering its gaze on the mattress nearby for a moment. A couple of quiet beeps later, it turned back to her and carefully cradled her in one of his large arms. It hoisted her up gently and began its careful walk to its destination. Along the way, Jacqlin couldn't help but pet at its head. As much as she loved the feeling of soft fur under her hands, she loved metal and textured plastic just as much.

The made its way to the side of the large bed and carefully set Jacqlin down before standing back up and awaiting further instructions. She sat on the edge of the bed and tugged the leash once more, causing the robot to lean down towards her. She gave its plastic forehead a gentle kiss, causing it to emit a digital purr.

"Undress me," she commanded. The robot's eyes turned to a shade of green as it bent down and reached for her. Its mechanical hands slowly moved to her lower body, the fingers deftly taking the sides of her shirt and slowly lifting it up and off of her. The hands reached behind her and, with surprising dexterity, undid her red bra and pulled it off. Without hesitation, it moved to her skirt next, gently slipping it off and tossing all the removed garments to the side, leaving her with just her red panties on.

"Good boy," she cooed at the robot as she laid back on the bed. She fondled her ample breasts for a few minutes, occasionally rubbing her hand between her legs and moaning softly. Her feet reached out and started to gently kneed and rub against the robot's heavy sheath. Another purr escaped the speakers in its throat as the sheath started to slightly twitch. A very large cock began to emerge. The organ was mostly synthetic black-colored flesh with a flexible segmented steel core inside and a discreet digital gauge showing on the top of the length. It took several seconds for the member to reach full length and hardness. It was as a staggering five feet long and almost three feet thick.

"Give me oral pleasure," Jacqlin commanded as she removed her panties and tossed them away. The robot took a half step back, bent its legs, and leaned over the bed. Its paws gripped her legs softly and spread them apart, revealing her moist and waiting pussy. Its head lowered and a synthetic tongue emerged and slowly lapped across her nether lips, making her moan very loudly.

The tongue was textured like a feline's, but with a slightly less abrasive feeling. Microscopic holes in the flesh secreted a saliva-like liquid, almost like a slightly watered down lubrication. Thin flexible rods imbedded in the tongue gave it an impressive range of motion, allowing it to move like the real thing, and then some.

Jacqlin gripped the sheets hard, writing in pleasure at the oral assault from her creation. She loved the feeling of such a big tongue between her legs. She loved having her legs held open by a larger partner to get at her sensitive spots. Most of all, she loved being in complete control.

"That's enough," she panted. The robot retracted its tongue and released her legs, returning to its neutral stance by the bed. Jacqlin took a moment to regain her composure, taking a moment to glance at the throbbing synthetic cock. The digital pleasure gauge was about one-quarter full. She smirked to herself, deciding it was time to ramp things up, "Climb onto the bed and lay on your back," she commanded. It carefully climbed onto the mattress and laid down, sprawling itself out with its hand and foot paws slightly raised up.

Jacqlin gave the robot a quick belly rub, making it purr loudly as her fingers stroked and caressed the soft fur. She hoisted herself up on top of him and perched herself atop his lightly throbbing cock. She straddled it, planting her feet onto its waist and slowly began to grind her body up and down the thick length. The robot started to whine and groan as the pleasure sensors were tripped over and over, causing the gauge to steadily rise. Jacqlin's own pleasure was quickly building up as her sensitive pussy rubbed against the textured flesh. She wrapped her arms around the thick length and squeezed tightly as she continued to stroke the cock with her whole body.

The robot's pleasure gauge was nearing it's peak after several minutes of grinding. Jacqlin smirked as a very naughty idea popped into her head. She slipped herself off and onto the robot's fuzzy chest. Looking up, she took the moment to admire the massive cock looming over her as she tugged the leash once again.

"Suck yourself to orgasm," she ordered with a wide grin, "And spray me with your cum."

Without hesitation, the robot leaned in and slipped the large shaft into its maw. Its legs lifted higher and its midsection flexed. With a combination of its bobbing head and thrusting hips, it managed to take the whole cock into its mouth with each pump. The pleasure gauge began to rapidly build up with each thrust, reaching its maximum level in only a minute. Jacqlin braced herself for what was to come as the robot withdrew the member from its mouth and took it into its paw, aiming it for its own chest. A high pitched whine came from its throat and massive jets of lube erupted from the tip of its cock, showering Jacqlin in a gallon of fluid with each spurt. Multiple jets fired for the next thirty seconds, emptying the robot's reserves of pleasure fluid with only a small amount dribbling from the tip as it slowly retreated back into its sheath.

Jacqlin let out a loud and crazy laugh, mentally praising herself for the work she had accomplished. She issued another pair of orders to the mechanical beast, ordering it to clean her until she told it to stop. It did just that, licking every drop of the lubrication from her fur and taking especially tender care between her legs. Once clean, she ordered it to replace the mattress and standby for sleep-mode. As it effortlessly lifted the drenched mattress and set off to retrieve another in the corner of the lab, Jacqlin walked in front of the camera, which had been tracking and watching the entire event. She stood before it completely nude, not bothering to cover herself up, to finish up with the "demonstration", holding only the camera remote control.

"And that concludes the demonstration of my prototype special servant, designation T-163R. As you can see, my comprehensive mechanical building skills and complex artificial intelligence system allows it to perform virtually any task. Strong enough for heavy lifting, yet gentle and nimble enough to administer intimate satisfaction. I can build virtually any species of any size and proportions. Whether you need one to help out with menial chores or you're looking to fulfill almost any wild sexual fantasy. Size play enthusiasts, voraphiles, or something strictly vanilla. You have the need and want, I have the knowledge and tools. Prices start at $250,000. Call me."

She gave the camera a parting wink of the eye before climbing into the replaced mattress where the robot laid waiting. She rested herself next to it, uttering "initiate sleep mode,". It's large arms cradled her gently, both on their sides, like lovers embracing before sleep. She pointed the remote towards the camera one last time and switched it off before nuzzling up to her synthetic lover and drifting off to sleep, no doubt dreaming of the massive amount of pleasure her creation will bring her in the future. Not to mention the vast amounts of money her demonstration will inevitably rake in.