FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

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_ Author's Note: _ sequel to “Roomate's X-Mas Present" (obviously).

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Christmas was on the horizon. For Brian, things had changed since last year. Changed big. He walked through snow-coated streets as the November frost gripped the city with an icy insistence. The air he breathed left clouds of vapour as he forged his path through heavy snow on the pavement, kicking clumps of ice ahead of him. His shoulders creaked under the weight of two broad straps — and the attached bags, filled with shopping, weighed him down, swinging like soft pendulums as he strode.

Yes, his life had changed. For the better (according to him).

His best friend John had given him one helluva gift last year. A gift that probably cost him everything. Shame he's not been in touch, Brian thought, not connecting the dots of coincidence that supposedly surrounded his daily life. I think he'd deserve a return gift.

I'm afraid Brian was not the guy to look a gift-horse in the mouth, even if it meant turning off the part of his brain that asked questions. His ignorance aside, as the months went by he came to appreciate the gift he'd received. A friend, a maid, and companion whenever needed. She was something else.

His mind wandered to seedier thoughts...

Something else indeed!

At the foot of his apartment block, he buzzed his number. He waited, rubbing his shoulders to keep warm. A couple seconds later he heard her voice:

“Brian Fitzgerald's residence."

He activated the intercom. “Hi, it's me. I left my keycard at home, could you let me in."

“Of course!" The voice on the far end sounded chirpy, which always cheered him up to have someone doting to come home to. He was let inside, and climbed the stairs to his apartment's front door. He lived on the third floor, which left him panting and sweating as gravity acted on the cargo he carried, pulling him down with great force.

Three knocks on the door, and it was answered. “Master! Welcome home!"

The VIXN-model personal service droid stood in the doorway, her plastic and synthetic fibre body cutting an attractive figure. A soft pink/purple glow emanated from her eyes, matching the highlights on her sculpted body. Her legs, arms, neck, and torso were composed of primarily soft yet solid polymers, with hard plastic capping at certain points — mainly where joints resided. Thin grey lines formed geometric patterns as they exposed where her components had been fused together. She was modelled in the form of an anthropomorphic vixen (hence the name), with a vulpine muzzle, claw-like hands with gelatinous pads, and four-toed foot-paws of similar make. She lacked a tail, but he knew the times when she'd benefit from one, such as now, when her excitement upon seeing her master come back to her reached its peak.

VIXN-93 placed a hand on her hip, tilting her wide waistline as her other hand extended up to grab the top of the door. “Waiting for something?" she asked, her voice soothing his cold state. “Or is it me you're staring at?"

Her sultry voice, perfected over the months they lived together, got to him. Brian coughed awkwardly and headed inside, his body reacting physically to the aural stimulation. Not now, he told himself, later.

“Oh Master, let me help you with those bags!" She quickly circled behind him, reaching for the straps that hung from his shoulders.

“Thank you, VIXN," he said, glad to see the weight lifted.

“No need to thank me," she replied, carrying the heavy load with ease — artificial muscle fibres working hard beneath her soft exterior. “You should have let me come with you."

Brian removed the scarf he'd been wearing. “Yeah maybe. I wasn't expecting buy that much stuff. Christmas kinda has that effect on people."

“I love Christmas!" she cooed, putting away the bags, “the lights, the snow, Santa...it's such a wonderful human tradition. You still should've called."

“I know." Memories of their last outing came flooding back. VIXN loved to go out and see the world, experience new things, but her...appearance got more than a few suspect looks. It wasn't terribly odd to see service droids accompanying their owner's to all sorts of places, but one so...exotic. Maybe in a few years time when other high-class Kontor-Vyamin-built droids came rolling hot off the production lines in Old Eurasia to this corner of the world they'd stare less. Yeah, he thought, when they have their own babe to ogle, that's when I'll have some peace and quiet.

VIXN bounded back into the hallway, her breasts jiggling. Maybe if I could convince her to put some clothes on, we could avoid that kind of attention. Then again, she'll probably complain about clothes 'interfering with the optimal performance of her companion duties' or some shit like that. Who am I to complain when the hot lady-bot wants to go free and natural?

The shake of her gorgeous body did not go unnoticed. Yet again Brian was beset by lustful feelings, seeping into his consciousness the longer he looked. She was gorgeous, there was no denying that, and the animal touches made it all the sweeter. He noticed his pants straining, as his downstairs area began to 'take appropriate shape'.

“What's next Master? My bio-sensors detect that you have an elevated pulse rate. Are you experiencing intimate feelings? Would you like to...spend some quality time with me?"

Brian raised his hand. “I...I'd love to, VIXN, but can it wait? I've got stuff to do."

“Yes. Of course. You are busy. Lots to do!"

“There's something else."

She noticed his reserved expression. An uncomfortable mood settled over the pair.

“Do you remember Alice?" he asked sheepishly.

“Alice?" VIXN delved into her memory banks in search of more information. “Alice...Alice...oh! Your friend — the one you met several weeks ago?"

“Yes. That Alice. She's...uh...she's a bit more than a friend..."

VIXN tilted her head. “Do you mean—?"

“Yeah."

“She's your girlfriend..."

The realisation collided with her sense of place without warning. Everything she'd understood about her relationship with her master had just been thrown into complete disarray. Alice. Brian had mentioned her before, several times in fact. She seemed to be nothing more than a...a coworker? But now it was clear: they'd grown fond of each other. A sadness took her. VIXN surmised she could provide only so much. She wasn't human, after all. Just a robot. A thing. A tool to be used. Master was kind, and gentle, and loving. She worshipped his body, enjoying the wild, reckless nights they often shared — having sex and cuddling in the afterglow. Would she still be wanted? Even a master needed a mistress.

He knew she was feeling glum. “Hey, hey...what's all this?"

“Nothing Master." She tried to suppress her emotions, but her control circuits did a piss-poor job of it. “I am happy for you."

“Okay, I know that phrase. VIXN, let me make something absolutely clear: you are wonderful. The best thing a guy could ask for from his slightly-crazy friend. You're a bangin' babe, curvy in all the right places and insatiable in bed. You take care of my needs. There's no-one I value more than you in my life."

“Then," she sniffed, “why her?"

“These past months, I've realised something...people are starting to think we're...more than master and servant."

“I fail to understand the concern you have for strangers' opinions."

“It's not that, it's...about me more than you. I have no problem having you as my live-in everything. But in these parts people aren't too receptive to the idea of making sweet, sweet love to robots."

“Master, what are you saying!? You can take one look at me and know how well-equipped I am at servicing human males! Why do others think I am not supposed to act in such a way?"

“Around here most people are still stuck in a 'waddling stack of boxes, light-bulbs, and wires'-kinda robotics. Nothing compares to you, and likely won't anytime soon. You're an expensive import, and that draws heads."

VIXN crossed her arms. “So, this is supposed to console me? Talking about how expensive a piece of property I am?"

“No. Just that I need some help to not look like a complete basement-dwelling weirdo."

“But this home is not equipped with a basement!"

She paused, deep in thought. “I believe I have found a useful analogue for your predicament."

“You, uh...do?"

“Indeed! After running an analysis I have compiled information online. You are seeking what is referred to in homosexual circles as a 'beard'."

Brian spluttered. “Hah! Ack...god VIXN, don't phrase it like that!"

“I am now comfortable with your arrangement."

“Wha—really!?"

“Yes Master. I understand you reserve special feelings for me that you will never share with your new girlfriend."

Brian hesitated. Truthfully, there was something stronger between him and Alice, but if VIXN wouldn't act like a jilted lover over the slightest bit of meaningful external human interaction then he'd play along. “Okay. Great!"

“That settles it." The droid leaned back, activating her sexual form. The patches of gel on her large breasts formed into nipples whilst her pussy-covering withdrew, exposing a squishy, inviting nether region. Other minor touches such as shapelier thighs complimented the changes. “I will make a passionate case for why I am the superior mate!"

“Oh you dirty fox..." Brian chuckled. He wasn't going to get any work done today, was he?

* * *

As their relationship established itself as a fixed part of his life, he found VIXN content to ignore the troublesome aspects — what it meant for her, and what might change in future. She continued under the apprehension that Alice was a passing fling, someone to help erect a facade of normal social behaviour. Brian never spoke about Alice at home that often. So she couldn't be that great, eh? She was the real 'power behind the throne'...

Though in truth, things were very different. They still had their fun, but Brian was increasingly torn between his two loves. Eventually, after much consternation, Brian decided to take Alice home to meet his servant.

When it came time, VIXN readied herself. She was about to lay eyes upon the organic that her master chose as his companion. The door rattled as she heard him fumble with the lock, a lighter voice tittering as he made small talk. VIXN breathed — her emotional cortex running wild. If she had a heart it would be beating feverishly right now. The anthropomorphic vixen placed her hands by her sides and adopted a polite pose.

Opening the door, Brian said 'hello' to her while escorting his lady inside. VIXN smiled. The woman with him was a foot shorter, with auburn hair and a round face. Her ocular scanners analysed the newcomer, measuring her size and shape, calculating how well she stacked up against her. Alice failed to notice the intense look sent her way, too busy removing her coat and hanging it up with her boyfriend's assistance.

“This is my place," Brian said, guiding her from the front door to view the rest of the apartment.

“Neat!" Alice glanced at her surroundings, but soon all her attention was drawn to the white-and-pink droid standing in the middle of the room.

VIXN was expecting rivalry. Something bitter between them. To her surprise, Alice's face lit up with what could only be described as...fascination...

“OHMYGOD!!! She's like...actually real! That's so cool!"

She rushed towards the synthetic being, captivated by her presence. Brian followed. “Yeah, she's real. Basically a full-on person — she's way beyond what I've seen in other robots."

Alice grabbed the droid's arm, running her hands across her soft surface, feeling out the contours of her construction. VIXN pulled away, taken aback by her interest. “Greetings, Alice. My name is—"

“Vixen! Right!? Brian told me...wow...I knew he said you were advanced, but, damn...you're beautiful."

“Oh. Thank you," she bowed, a hint of joy in her tone, pleased her rival recognised her best qualities.

“I only saw you before in pictures." Alice poked and prodded numerous areas of her body. “Oh God! What am I doing? That's so rude..."

“No no, please don't worry. I lack the same perception of personal space you humans do. Go ahead and feel any part of me."

“Really?" She looked back at Brian, who did little but smirk and throw up his arms. “The fox says it's okay," he added.

Alice turned to face VIXN once again. This time, she was more forthright in her discovery. Her fingers stroked the path formed by the droid's connected surfaces. They traced the lines that marred her otherwise sublime appearance, that interrupted the consistency of her artificial skin. VIXN shuddered ever-so-slightly, unwarranted waves of pleasure emerging from her nerve-sensors. This woman's touch was far smoother than Brian's, whose roughness held a charm all of its own. Alice seemed aware this, and spent time edging out the experience, watching for subtle changes in VIXN's expression.

She knew she liked it.

The vulpine started to explain how she functioned: “...m-my exterior is a combination of composite plastics and nanite-sculpted rubber plating...I come equipped with a variety of advanced cognitive and analytical functionality, to the point of full human-level awareness...I am capable of charging via electrical power supplies, or can partake in the human process of eating with an efficient bio-matter reactor in place of an organic's stomach..." she rattled off plenty of facts, but they fell on deaf ears. As she spoke, Brian came closer.

Satisfied with a general appraisal, Alice decided to examine the more feminine aspects of her appearance. A pair of hands settled on VIXN's breasts, taking the full bosom 'neath eager palm. VIXN gave a surprised 'oh!', much to Brian's amusement.

“Wow," Alice remarked, “your boobs are amazing!"

“Um...thank you Alice. I pride myself on my figure."

“I bet you do. So soft..." her hands squeezed the rubbery breasts, covering them with her palms and fingers. VIXN looked at Brian again, who stood beside the two females, his smarmy grin unflinching.

Suddenly, Alice withdrew her greedy mitts, instead jabbing the circle of pliable gel that represented her peaks. Then she pinched the squidgy aureola. VIXN yelped — causing her tormentor to jump back. “Oh no, did I hurt you?"

“No. You haven't. I just wasn't expecting that!"

“Sorry. Got carried away. But if it's not too personal a question — what are those," she said pointing to the gel-patches.

“Let me field that one," Brian interjected, whispering to Alice next: “nipples."

“Ooohhhhh...but they don't look—"

“My nude form is available whenever I demand it. What you are seeing now is my dormant state. The gel-rings are able to be shaped by the nanotechnology that powers my bodily functions."

“Uh..."

“She can make them appear when she wants to."

VIXN nodded. “A girl should have some degree of modesty when in public."

Alice suppressed a laugh at the idea that any part of the cybernetic bimbo in front of her was modest. “Sure, sure. I know exactly how you feel...heh..."

The service droid didn't pick up on the source of her mirth, assuming it was a means of breaking the ice during introductions — especially ones that got very touchy-feely. She curtseyed in response.

Alice's eyes went wide. “So does that mean your va—"

Brian leaped to her defence: “I think that's enough discussion on that particular topic." He brought the two of them inside, taking the focus of the discussion away from VIXN's physical characteristics and diverting it to life in general. “This is my living room-slash-kitchen," he said, escorting his fair ladies further, “it's not much, but I like it."

“I do too," said VIXN, “it's cosy."

“I assume you cook," Alice addressed the service droid.

“Yes. For Master Brian I perform all household duties. Cooking included."

The image of the sexy robot bending over a hot stove clad in nothing but an apron entertained Alice. There were upsides to her boyfriend owning a sultry fox servant. She was able to put aside any awkwardness about the droid's looks if she got served on hand and foot every day. “A girl could get used to this," she murmured, catching Brian's ear.

“What's that hon?"

She leaned in, a hush overtaking her. “I like your ex." She garnered a chuckle from that joke. A forced one, but hey, a laugh's a laugh.

“So VIXN," Alice piped up, “how well can you handle two loads of laundry per day?"

“I don't understand what you mean — are you staying over for a while?"

“Problem?"

“Not at all," VIXN coughed, “whatever Master desires I am bound to oblige. It's only natural I serve Master's girlfriend as well." Gosh, she thought, I don't know if I can handle her staying here with Master...

She continued: “will that be for a few days? A week?"

Alice blushed. “Might wanna update that estimate, huh Brian?"

VIXN looked confused; she turned to Brian for answers.

He groaned. Now was not the time he wanted to break it to her...

“We have an admission to make."

The service droid relaxed. Oh good, it's not working out. That's for the best. Master would not get along with an organic partner, especially one as plain and boring as her. He only has eyes for me!

“Oh, I'm sorry to hear it's not working out." She hid her ecstatic elation well. Take that bitch! I'm the only pussy Master deserves!

“We're engaged."

VIXN's jaw dropped.

“Wuh—wha!?"

The two humans dove into a long, passionate kiss. Their lips sealed together, eyes shut, hands exploring their partner's clothed figure. Alice lapped hungrily at Brian's mouth, tongues tossing and turning, before coming together and pressing their faces tight, banishing all breath from their lungs. Breaking the kiss after a minute of loving contact, they regarded VIXN, who stood silently a couple of metres away.

“Wanted to tell you later, after getting you used to Alice. But yeah, we're getting married."

“Married..."

“Turns out we had a lot in common — way more than I previously recognised."

“Yep," Alice hugged her beau, “we share the many of the same opinions on sports, and politics, and all kinds of other stuff. I won't bore you with that, it's not important. What is important is that we're going to be together forever!"

Forever...?

“Hold on hon, you can't just dump all that on poor VIXN without some sugar-coating! She has feelings too." He tried to be diplomatic, but under the spell of love he floundered. His focus was firmly on Alice, and VIXN's presence became an afterthought.

“She's a robot sweetie, she's way more resilient that you or I. Ain't that right?" Alice smiled at VIXN, who politely reciprocated. “Yeah, we love a lot of the same stuff."

Brian spoke: “movies, bands, food..."

“Don't forget about boning!"

“Alice, is that really the most appropriate thing to say!?"

“C'mon, Brian. VIXN here's no stranger to lovemaking. Honey, just look at her. This girl is built for action."

VIXN played it smooth, weathering the partial insults. “It's wonderful that you and Master are in love," she said through gritted teeth (if she could express such a mood given her vulpine muzzle).

They embraced each other. “Ah, soulmates," they both purred. Brian caught VIXN's eye as he buried his head in Alice's shoulder. He wore a look that said 'we'll discuss this later' — a wordless order to his gorgeous servant. He'd mostly forgotten how hurt she'd felt when first informed of his girlfriend's existence.

He left her side to fetch celebratory drinks. Passing VIXN, he offered her some. She turned it down. “Save it for Alice and yourself, Master, I am only a servant..."

Ignorant of the deep cuts each second of joy shared with Alice made, he went his merry way. VIXN's eyes were cast downward, a sign of sadness that wasn't hers alone to see.

Alice crept up beside her, taking her hand-paw. “I know that you and Brian did stuff." When the vixen tried to show confusion she didn't waver. Eventually, the droid got the message.

“Dear me, that is not appropriate conversation for a guest!" she whispered angrily. Her etiquette protocols were quite rusty, given how naughty her servitude to Brian had often been, yet she still felt indignant over the accusation of impropriety.

“C'mon...I'm a grown woman. We both are. I know the looks you give each other, and what they mean. Besides, did you think I'd assume anything else based on what you look like? Oh honey — I wasn't born yesterday."

“Very well. I admit that several of the roles I fulfil for my darling Master are of the...intimate variety."

“There, that wasn't so hard, was it?" I bet you're a tiger in the sack, she mused, her inner thoughts broadcast to the beleaguered service droid via nothing more than facial expressions. Complex behavioural recognition software ran uninterrupted during their face-to-face, informing VIXN of what she was potentially thinking. And it was dirty...filthy...

“And I guess you're still...into each other? I just wanna say: I don't judge...hell, for a piece like you I'd turn synthetic no questions asked. I don't want you to feel bad — okay?"

“Okay."

“Cool. I don't have a problem with borrowing Brian, if you decide to...ahem..."

She nodded, seething with jealousy behind nonchalant eyes.

“...'cause it's not really cheating y'know...you're not a person like me."

VIXN should've felt hurt by that remark; perhaps if she were still human, but those memories were lost, and with them: the baggage of purely human emotion. She was no fool — her advanced abilities allowed her a measure of control over wayward emotional outbursts, unlike the fleshy meat-bags she was enslaved to (oh God, did she really think that just now!?). On the flip side, her mind was ultimately so human, she didn't feel the need to restrain it.

There was something to be said for enjoying the anger bubbling up deep inside her circuitry.

It was a new sensation, and it felt good.

* * *

To say that VIXN-93 was jealous of the fact her beloved master had fallen for someone else was the greatest understatement since the citizens of Pompeii looked up one fateful morn, to the sky clouded in burning ash belched from the mountain that loomed like a vast funeral pyre near their city, and thought 'that looks like it'll put a damper on my evening'. She was insanely envious of Brian's new mate. Rage boiled inside her, fury never before seen by her sophisticated neural systems. It took its toll. After a number of emergency reboots she realised something needed to be done, or else she might explode!

Thus, she plotted to break them up. She didn't know how yet, or quite what it would mean if she were discovered, but she was egged on by the strong feeling of envy that had awoken. Master belongs to me! I'm the one for him—

Deep in vengeful thought, she snarled aloud. That tripped her up once the sound of her visceral growls were registered. Oh God! This isn't what Master wants. I'm putting my own feelings ahead of his...shame on me...

She calmed down. A bit. The jealousy was there, hidden beneath the surface, but it had been contained for the moment. She wracked her brains. It's wrong to hurt Master, what kind of loyal servant would I be if I did? A failure, that's what!

No...I can deal with 'Mistress' (hurghh) Alice another way. There's always a way...

...

After minutes of intense thinking, she'd formulated a plan. If I can compete for Master's affections successfully, then there's no reason he would need anyone else. I'm smarter, sexier, and better in every way. I can show him that!

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_ Attempt 1: learn what they like about each other, and learn to like it too. _

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“Oh God why!"

VIXN collapsed into her arms, defeat weighing heavily upon her shoulders. She'd spent the last five hours perusing the household, collecting any information about Brian and Alice's personal interests and searching the Internet. Her internal network cache had downloaded thousands of gigabytes of data, and her efforts to organise and understand her owner's interest in sports, books, politics, movies, favourite Internet memes, etc...was a wash. There was simply too much noise in her data-set, and it changed so often, especially with Alice around. Her assumptions were in flux. Served her right for grabbing whatever seemed related from the web.

The synthetic vixen groaned. Her biomechanical mind was swamped with facts and fiction, something her central processing unit could easily crunch and collate into usable data if desired, but something her sapient intelligence was having trouble paying attention to.

“This is no use! I don't understand why humans make it so complicated! Why can't master just realise I'm there for him?"

Her rudderless complaints descended in volume until they became nothing more than electrical impulses within her. Why can't we go back to the way things were: Master and I...

Together.

Alone.

All this knowledge and other people's opinions...it's all soooo boring! Why does he and Mistress (ew) talk about this stuff when there's way more fun you can have with sex!?

A small pain developed in her temples. She reached up to touch the affected area, issuing a repair command to the relevant systems. “Ugh...I think my co-processors have degraded from indulging my horny side non-stop. I should be smarter than this...why aren't I smarter than this!?"

I need to utilise my strengths...

_ Attempt 2: appeal to his kinky side. _

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“Bye babe." Alice kissed her boyfriend — a loving peck on the cheek and lips in quick succession. They hugged. Brian bidding his girl farewell until evening-time. “Shame you can't get the day off," he said.

“Oh well...I'll have my extra day post-Christmas...with you."

Waving, Brian let the door close slowly, the latch clicking as it shut. He returned to the kitchen table, taking a seat and fiddling with the piles of gift-wrapping still to be done. VIXN hovered nearby.

With Alice at work, this was her chance to reclaim her love...

“Hi."

Brian looked over at her, who sidled up to him in a sultry manner. A scarf, knitted with red and white wool to mark the season, hung from her neck and draped over her attractive figure.

“Hey VIXN. Nice scarf."

“You like it?"

“I thought you didn't wear clothes."

She giggled. “Oh Master, it's for a reason."

He perked up. “A special reason?"

“Yes Master." She moved closer, circling the chair he sat in, before placing herself behind him — breasts brushing his unkempt morning hair. “I thought about our relationship, if I may be so bold as to call it such...and realised, you haven't properly become my master in all things."

A note of confusion crossed his brow. “All things?"

VIXN nodded. “Mmm-hmm." She craned over him as he looked up, her bosom cushioning his head. A warm smile beamed, its vibrancy in keeping with the sheer brightness of the sun's rays that coated the snow outside. “Let me show you what I mean." With a flourish she undid the scarf, letting it fall on his upturned face. His sight blocked, Brian chuckled and pulled the offending item from obscuring him. Once freed, he noticed it...

Fitting snugly against the slender neck of his droid, was a collar — a ruby-red strap of leather with a steel-gold ring at its midsection.

“Do you like it?"

He glowed red. “Boy...VIXN...that collar really brings out your sexy side..."

“I'm so glad you agree!" she yipped. Prancing around the chair to face him, she touched the collar. “This means I belong to you, Master. I'd forgotten the most important part of my service. To make the mistake of having nobody know just who is your beautiful and oh-so-pleasing servant...why, it would be awful!"

She continued to heap enticement upon his aroused state: “it was so silly of me to not mark our first-year anniversary with something special."

“Can't believe it's been a year," Brian mumbled, his lips finding themselves mashed against her encroaching breast. “A year since John gave you to me..."

“What a wonderful year it's been, Master." She jerked back suddenly, causing him to lurch forward. Laughing as she watched him regain his balance, she drew a single finger to his attention and made a 'come hither' motion, curling the pristine digit while she softly stepped backwards. Brian rose from his seat and followed.

“That's not all I have for you," she cooed, reaching for a squat rectangular box that looked like the collar's source. Never breaking her seductive gaze, she produced a leash from the box.

“Now it's complete."

Brian felt his body shiver, and it wasn't the cold that caused it! “Whoa."

She attached the leash to the collar and approached, swinging the rope like a cowboy (cowgirl?).

“I'm more than just your loyal servant Master, I'm anything you want me to be."

His hand took the leash, VIXN's paws guiding him, wrapping his fingers one-by-one around the end. He tightened his hold on the material, hearing a leathery squeek as it flexed under his grip. The subdued glow of her eyes left him speechless.

“Am I a good girl, Master?"

He nearly blew is load there and then. Luckily, Brian's experiences with his lovely droid meant he was made of sterner stuff. No, a mere clearing of his throat was all that was required to break him out of his trance.

“I don't think so," he said, playing the role.

VIXN's hurtful expression tore at his heart-strings. “B-but Master...I want to be a good girl..."

“I'm sure you do," he growled, his voice grizzled as he lowered it to an aggressive whisper, “but that means you have to atone for being naughty."

“Gosh! I was naughty."

“Yes...you were very naughty."

“Then Master needs to punish me — or else I might stay bad!"

Brian grinned. “What a wonderful idea."

He tugged at her leash, making her stumble forward.

“EEP!"

“Come with me," came the voice of her handsome master, leading her as they moved between rooms.

Arriving in Brian's bedroom, VIXN felt a surge of excitement run through her. Her plan was working. Master was enamoured with her again! Hopefully this renewed passion would persist beyond her little scheme, and drive out the harlot whose claws currently dug into her beloved.

As they stepped inside, he gave her leash another tug, pulling her down onto the bed. VIXN arced her back, bending into a sensual pose, her eyes half-shut and fixed on Brian. The corner of her mouth crept upward, her jaws opening a smidge to reveal her tongue. It emerged from her maw as she simulated panting.

The vulpine straightened up on the bed, only to have her master order her otherwise: “bend over...and stay that way."

Her loins tingled, nerve-circuits firing at an increased rate. The pleasure signals carried with them a packet of lust each, reaching her brain and stoking her desire for Master. She wiggled her butt for him, glancing wickedly as he paced 'round the bed. It had recently been upgraded to a 'king' size, in accordance with Alice's presence in the apartment, but VIXN ignored that niggling fact. Nothing was going to ruin this for her, not even an errant thought.

She felt his hand roll across her rump. The fingers touched, teased. They swept across her thigh. “Ooh! I've been a naughty girl, haven't I?"

“You have."

Unable to contain her joy, she squealed loudly.

“PUNISH ME MASTER!"

“Mmh...I think I will..."

SMACK!

The first strike of his palm on her rear jolted her. A second followed, then a third, in quick succession. Her ears were filled with each sharp slap, senses reeling, ending in immediate anticipation of the next hit.

SMACK!

“Eeeeaaahhhh!!!"

Spanking his slave, Brian felt the pressure build in his pants. God, he needed some entertainment with Alice away, and VIXN made for the perfect plaything. His hand stung after only a few hits, one could only imaging how she was feeling. The depraved stare she threw at him over her shoulder granted a few hints, and he settled in to a kinky routine.

SMACK! Another one — five by her reckoning. VIXN whimpered as her rightful punishment was administered. Of course Master was right: she was a bad, bad girl!

“I'm a naughty fox!"

“Yes, you are," he groaned through grit teeth, straining to hold back the tide of animal lust that bombarded his conscience.

“More. More...please! Punish me for being so naughty!"

VIXN's pussy ached. The hard plastic sheath that protected it withdrew spontaneously, the droid losing control of some of her faculties. Presenting her taut behind to Brian, she felt the nanite-infused gel stretch and morph, deepening into the warm channel, and sprouting thick nether-lips at the entrance.

Her master's heated vision noticed this change, and put it to use. After another spank, he glided a finger across her ass, scraping the flawless surface. Landing at her crotch, he slid his finger around the gates of her personal heaven — the driven digit prodding the soft gelatinous substance. VIXN moaned as contact was made. The robot's body shook. Her legs parted fully whilst her limbs realigned, pushing her butt out further. The liquid feel of her gel-pussy as his finger sank inside was unmatched. A part of Brian shamefully compared Alice to the writhing goddess that occupied his bed at present.

Mashing her labia with careful ministrations, he pinched her between thumb and submerged finger. Rolling the squishy flesh against the joint of his forefinger, he rotated his wrist to amplify the pleasure. VIXN roiled beneath him, surging and swelling like the ocean as he worked his magic. Unclasping her lips, he dragged his finger from her depths.

“OHGODYES!!!" she cried in blissful submission. “Master...Muh—M-MASTER! Don't stop now!"

He didn't.

VIXN was laid low by the assault Master delivered to her nerves. Two fingers, reinforcing their brethren, joined the fray. They swirled and tumbled inside her, stroking her walls, struggling against the thick, viscous jelly of her flexible pussy. She clamped down on the invaders with great force, squeezing the hand that pleasured her.

Brian forced himself to go deeper, fighting the insane tightness threatened to expel him. His inner massage brought joy to his servant, being brought close to the robotic equivalent of tears by the onslaught. Her ass moved hypnotically, capturing his attention as it began to buck wildly.

“Aaaahh!" VIXN teetered off the cliff's edge toward a squealing orgasm. Her vulva throbbed, and gel-muscles winked, smothering the foreign presence. The swollen bubble of flesh that represented her clitoris twitched when Brian used his thumb to press it.

He removed his hand. Finger-based funtime over, he stepped back to watch the result of his actions continue to ravage VIXN-93 throughout. Free of his tender yet forceful touch, her whole body still burned — legs and arms wobbled, toes curled, eyes clamped shut and muzzle scrunched into a visage of raw pleasure. Her hips jiggled on their own, her climax spreading ecstasy far and wide. The sight of her ripe bottom bounce, her gaping entrance shivering on its own. A small trickle of lubricant squirted from her pussy.

Brian raised his arm, and swung.

SMACK! One last hearty slap to top it all off.

“YES!" she screamed. “Oh my...I—I—I—"

Amid the cloud of gibberish that spewed from her mouth, VIXN managed to utter something tangible: “I was a bad girl..."

Brian knelt beside her, the bed shifting with the new weight. He studied her appearance, now bearing the signs of extreme tiredness. Poor girl exhausted her reserves amping up the pleasure he gave her. “Tut-tut-tut," Brian clicked, “you're still a very bad girl, I'm afraid."

“Huh?"

He renewed his grip on the leash, pulling it taut.

“The scarf...the collar...the seduction...I think you were trying to steer me away from Alice. Nice try, by the way."

“M-M-M-Master!" VIXN was audibly rattled by Brian's revelation. “I'm sorry...I'm sorry," she pleaded with him to forgive her, “I didn't mean to deceive you...it's," she breathed, “it's..."

He interrupted her cry for mercy with a curt laugh. She looked confused. Her pained words ceased. All she could do was look at Brian and wonder. Maybe's he's coming around to the idea—

SMACK!

Another smack of her juicy ass left her speechless, and senseless.

“Try harder VIXN," he said, suppressing further humour, “I'm beginning to like this new desperate you." He leaned over the bed and whispered direct to her pointed ear: “a little competition is healthy, after all...heh..."

_ Attempt 3: appeal to his sensual side. _

---

Several days passed before she came up with another plan. This one had to work!

“Good evening Master, where is Mistress Alice?"

“She's with family, they're having a pre-Christmas get-together." Brian reclined on the sofa, the TV blaring obnoxiously in the background. He cracked his neck, bones popping into place after sitting badly for several hours straight.

“Gasp! And you weren't invited!?" VIXN feigned outrage at the mere mention her master was left out of Alice's personal life — her feet carried her in front of the TV, one hand on her hip, the other covering her mouth.

He sighed. “Try harder VIXN my dear, it's strictly family. I'm not a part of hers yet, and I want to give her some me-time."

“Oh," she paused, cursing his lack of anger, “that's too bad." She turned to leave before snapping her fingers — a happy smile shining down on her owner. “Tell you what Master, I'll prepare my present for you right now!"

“Present? Doesn't that last attempt count?"

She looked aside, not wanting to dwell on her failure thus far. “It's much better than last time. I bought special massage oils for a lovely rub-down! Get that stress out of your system, especially after such bad news."

“Seriously? She's back tomorrow! It's not like our engagement's falling apart."

“Oh no, no...perish the thought!" VIXN bent down, stroking his chest in long broad motions. “However, as she is not here when you need her most, it falls to me to serve you, pleasure you with every inch of my body."

Brian rolled his eyes. “Fine," he snorted.

Least I'll get some fun out of it.

This time VIXN had cleared an area in his bedroom and set a large plastic bedroll in the space where his bed used to be. “The fuck..." he whispered when he saw the room. Their king-sized bed — the site of her prior effort — had been turned on its side; its great bulk covering the vast majority of the bedroom window, leaving the room darker than usual. To compensate, his robotic servant had illuminated the chamber with candlelight. Expensive pillars of wax burned methodically, their aroma infusing the space with strong, floral notes. He inhaled the sweet mixture, a rising appreciation for her labour forming.

“You've really done up the place," he said, letting go of her paw. She ran to the bathroom to fetch the necessary items, leaving him in awe of her handiwork.

She's stronger than I realised, he thought, seeing the bed propped up against the wall. Or maybe she's a smarter lifter — I know I've ballsed up manual handling jobs before. Stupid muscles...stupid gravity...fucking knees...

She skittered from the bathroom with a bottle in each hand. One clear, one opaque. Both appeared to bear no label, and their contents sloshed with each step of the service droid's excitable gait. “Would you like to take your clothes off and lie down?"

“Might as well, seeing as I know your game now."

“Master, I only exist to serve, you know that."

“Keep going, I like it when you butter me up."

VIXN looked confused. “There's no butter involved in any part of this massage...was that something I missed?"

“No — it's a figure of speech." God don't let her get any more ideas! Next thing you know she'll be smothering me in dairy or some shit.

The bedroll resembled a tarp draped over some waterproof matting. It curled around the edges to prevent spillage. Brian removed his outer layers, his droid hanging on every reveal of his physique, oozing over her handsome master.

“I suppose I won't be needing a towel."

“No need to trouble yourself with one, we're well acquainted, no matter what the future holds." VIXN's ears perked, tiny artificial muscle fibres flexing to turn the extremities in a natural pattern. If she had a tail, it would be wagging.

Naked, Brian knelt on the matting. The crinkle of the nylon irked him at first, but after lying flat on his stomach he grew accustomed to the shapes below. Her arrangement was well thought out, with plenty of cushions underneath, and he relaxed as she stepped over the edge of the sheets, the makeshift massage area depressing around her paw-pads.

He heard a click when she opened the bottles, pouring generously into her palms. She descended, her thighs flanking his rear, her legs sitting tightly against his form. A dribble of massage oil struck his lower back, the hairs raising as the temperature change took hold. A solitary shiver ran up his spine, turning to a heady fog as her paws pressed down. VIXN lingered at the small of his back for longer than expected, pinching and sculpting his love handles. Her mitts travelled south, cupping his resting rear, balancing business with pleasure over a fine tightrope as she copped a feel of Master's booty.

“That's normally at the end of these massages, or are you too...enraptured to focus on your scheme to keep me from marrying Alice?"

“I don't know what you mean," she said in a light, innocuous timbre, her hands exploring his ass. “I'm just giving my wonderful owner a nice massage. How dare you assume I want something!"

He let a short chuckle escape his lips, muffled somewhat as his face mashed into the bedroll. “Just save it for later," he said.

“Okay Master, if you insist. But I warn you — keep criticising my technique and I might not complete your organic tissue treatment properly."

“How dare you think about disobeying me!" he joked. VIXN moved to his upper back, kneading the doughy patches of fat that clung to his core despite his attempts to exercise. “So...where'd you learn this from, any built-in routines in that sexy head of yours?"

“My model has nothing of the sort installed, it's a paid extra for VIXN-series personal service droids. But you'd know that if you read my manual, or even skimmed it."

“Not my fault the printer broke," he shot back, shifting back-and-forth under her slippery touch, “and I'm not wasting valuable ink on that million-page novel when I can just ask you."

“And where did that get you? Huh? You still have no idea of the extent of my faculties. For instance: did you know I can run an entire smart home system while going about my normal duties? I bet you didn't Master, because you want everything served up to you on a plate."

“There's nothing wrong with that, 'swhy I have you."

“Of course! I'm not complaining Master — I just find it funny."

“Hah-hah, let's all laugh at the loner who's trapped in a love triangle with his fiancée and his maid."

VIXN suddenly stopped. “A maid..." she whispered. Her face grew devoid of readable emotion, prompting Brian to wonder if she had crashed.

“Uh...you still alive back there?"

“A FRENCH MAID OUTFIT!" she declared, unclaimed victory ringing true in the wild waving of her arms. “How did I miss that!?"

Clamping her hand over her mouth after learning she'd not kept that thought under wraps, VIXN uttered a silly 'ooops!'.

“Hah...well you've spoiled your next attempt..."

“Shush Master, and lie back down! I can't have you squirming underneath me...you're rubbing against my sensitive areas!"

Defiant, Brian wiggled his butt with intent, causing her to seize his non-compliant behind and hold it in place — futile, since her hands were oiler than a mechanic's after a day's work servicing engines.

Resuming her massage, she began to loosen his shoulders and arms.

Brian spoke again: “back to my original question, where'd you learn this technique? It's quite good."

“Online. I found a neat tutorial on 'nuru' massages. They're really popular!"

“I wonder why..." Brian's train of thought faded as he summoned images of nude women using their bodies to drive men wild.

“Okay," VIXN announced, tearing her hands reluctantly away from , “that's the normal part done. Now..."

She popped open the second bottle, adding its contents to the viscous potion that coated her soft paws. Then she raised it to her neck, pouring its oily goodness down her chest. The clatter of the empty bottle was the only sound in a whirlwind of tantalising teasing as the droid's hands flowed across her bountiful bosom, oiling her succulent tear-drops. The liquid trickled down her belly, pooling in the temporary pond formed by the seal between Brian's cheeks and her pussy mound, eventually soaking through to the matting below. One hand departed her chest and stirred the impromptu pocket, gathering the extra oil before setting off along her master's body. Sliding through his ass crack, glancing past the dormant pucker with nary a touch, pressing on across the vast plains, until it reached the nape of his neck. A gentle caress gleaned a rumble from her love, goosebumps presenting like battalions of soldiers in marching order.

“...for the best bit."

Her hips strained to lower her body with the slow speed needed to drag out their mutual anticipation with unceasing patience. Not even a blessed saint could hold themselves back with such stoic resolve. But she did, toppling in ultra-slow-motion, her breasts hovering above his skin for what felt like eternity. The splash of droplets heralding the coming pleasure. Brian tensed up, counterproductive to the goals of a massage, but neither of them really cared. It was all about the build-up...the call to arms of a legion of indescribable feelings. With seconds to go, he could not keep his mind clear, or his body still. His groin swelled, growing against the plastic bedding.

Finally, VIXN made contact. Her moist breasts splayed out as she fell towards him, poking him with her exposed aureolae, nipples formed and hard from the lust that permeated the air. The large dollops squished, spreading their oils all over him. She rotated her shoulders, dragging the wet mounds in circles, tending to the build-up of pressure in his aching muscles, blanketing the soreness with her shapely boobage.

A moan came from Brian, an encouraging sound that drove her ravenous hunger to apply herself more and more. She tickled his neck as her body slid forward, nipples arriving at the base of his head. She slid back down, drawing out the motions for as long as possible, feeling his body heat radiate outward with the energy of a thousand suns. Slender arms used his shoulders as support while her hips voyaged the length and breadth of her master.

Graceful, singular motion. Pale white flesh meeting mottled beige. Pink highlights shimmering in the candlelight. A mood perfected.

VIXN repeated her movements. From his bare buttocks she pressed her boobs tight — guiding them along his resting figure, each tit swamping the skin underneath with warm oil — and pushed. Reaching his upper back, she froze, maintaining her position for a couple of seconds, before gliding back down along the path his spine traced. Over and over she soothed his muscles, his tired joints, inspiring powerful feelings of desire in his heart. The noises he made — coarse and uncontrolled — served to bolster her advance.

Brian didn't want to turn over when asked. A side of him wanted to melt into the floor, his limbs useless to him. He puffed air and slung an arm onto the slippery ground. Another joined him on the far side. Both pushed against the enticing ground, raising his body from the bedroll. His cock sprang free, stiff and desperate for a warm home. He refused himself the chance to end this charade and simply take her, show her who's boss in this house...no, where was the fun in that? He had her right where he wanted, between a rock and a hard place. Too loyal to betray him, too jealous to let the 'Alice' thing slide...yes, she was invigorated by the threat faced. More adventurous. More willing to submit. To enhance his love life...

What a change from the staleness that'd started to creep up on them as the seasons came and went.

She stood, towering over him. The profile of her generous cleavage blocked sight of her face, only the tip of her muzzle showed. He knew her eyes burned with envy and desire...extinguished when she'd conquered her master, become his and his alone. He smiled, his muscles weak. He watched her go down on him, her legs spreading as she squatted, the flesh of her pussy revealed.

“Aaaahhh," she sighed, ready to carry on her work. Her knees sidled up to Brian's hips, letting her thigh gap contain his aching shaft. He moaned. Her hands danced upon him, eagerly stroking his chest. A nod told her to get back to it.

VIXN used her sensual body once more to massage him. From the front, her breasts tangled with his pectorals, nipples crossing nipple in a fight for the freedom to roam. And roam she did! Her wide motions covered his chest with oil. He breathed. Her hips gyrated in tune with her wandering top half. Enjoying the slip 'n' slide, Brian held her ass, feeling the broad cheeks shift 'neath his touch, moving up-and-down as she worked his front. Soon her legs joined in the fray, sensually stroking his sides. Her pussy kissed his erect cock. He gasped. She mimicked his outburst, shaking her waist to drag her lower lips over his flushed member. Soaking wet, his dick now tingled under the weight of her body, and the soft seal her labia made against his manhood.

Her performance reached crescendo, when at last he let out a breathless cry, the feel of her lips against his cock unbearable. Thick ropes of seed shot from his twitching member, spraying his chest with semen, drenching him in tandem with the spreading massage oil. VIXN sensed his climax, her pussy rippling its exterior, increasing the pleasure he felt from his orgasm. His cock pulsed, balls throbbing as hot jets of sticky seed coating his and VIXN's bellies. Triggered by her touch, he strained under the weight of his ejaculation and the suppleness of her flesh.

“Grraahhh!!! Aaahhh...ahhhh..."

She kissed his neck. It felt damp, but the taste...unforgettable.

Brian hugged his droid, holding her close. He could almost read her thoughts they were so entwined in the moment. Alas, it passed, and he was left naked, sticky, and altogether satisfied.

“Fuck..." he wheezed, “...VIXN...that was amazing..."

“I'm glad you liked it," she replied in a breathy whisper.

This had to be it. Surely things were going to improve? They had to. She was content to stay with Master, snuggling, for a while. Alice stated she was okay with their intimacy, but maybe don't rub it in her face until she's out of the picture, her synthetic conscience warned her. Yes. Great idea. I don't want to ruin this...not when Master is about to see me as the one person right for him.

She placed an ear against his chest, listening to the beat of his heart and the gust of his breath. Savouring the crude efficiency of his organic nature.

I'll tidy later, she said to herself, setting a reminder about the state she'd left his bedroom in.

A few more tries, and he'll be mine. Definitely.

Definitely...

_ Attempt 4 — failed... _

_ Attempt 5 — failed... _

_ ... _

_ Attempt 9 — failed... _

...

_ Attempt 13: unlucky number, hopefully today is an exception. _

---

“WHY WON'T YOU LEAVE HER AND BE WITH ME!?"

“Geez VIXN, calm the fuck down!"

“I'm sorry Master, I'm at my wit's end."

He hated to see her cry, even if she couldn't show it physically. The piercing sob of VIXN's heartbreak punched him square in the gut. He'd let this go on for too long. Here she was; vulnerable, and in pain...deprived of the peace of mind he could offer her. He had been a fool.

Well done Brian m'lad, you made the first girl to ever devote herself to you cry. Why the fuck did you think dating Alice would be plain sailing!?

I—

Look at what it's done to her!

True. Her pained expression was only made worse by the fact she held in her hands an assortment of paper tags labelled 'X-Mas' in a festive typeface, torn from the gifts she'd prepared for him.

Look at what YOU'VE done to her!

He rushed to embrace her. Pangs of sadness tore at his heartstrings him as the realisation struck him — that he'd left her out in the cold.

“Hey, hey," he said cuddling her, “it's my fault too...I've neglected your needs."

“My needs?"

He blushed. “Yes. You may be an A.I., but you have needs too. Important ones."

Her lovely eyes followed the grim path of his frown, a conciliatory tone adopted by her master while he held her: “Alice...'sall about Alice, ain't it?" After feeling her nod, her head pressed against his shoulder, tucking into the warmth of his neck. Brian stroked her head. “Alice is pretty open-minded, and I hear she had a word with you about...us. Me and you."

She sniffed. “Yeah, I know."

“So what's the big deal?"

“I...want it to be just the two of us. I don't know why — it's been in my programming ever since I activated. It hurts, Master, seeing another person be to you what I should."

“Do you really want to be my wife?"

“I—"

“Because there's more to being a wife than sex, no matter how attractive I find you." Things were looking up, according to Brian, as VIXN began to calm, her woeful state somewhat soothed.

“No, not wife," she agreed, “marriage sounds like a chore."

“Hah! Let me tell you: it's sure gonna feel like that sometimes. I'm not a smart man...or a successful man...or a perceptive one," he mused, “but if there's one thing I can work out from seeing other people in relationships it's that you gotta spend the rest of your life with someone who you don't mind arguing with. Because if you fly off the handle when trouble arises, you aren't compatible."

She looked up at him, taking the bristle of his unshaven cheek into view. “That's a lot to think about." Her arm curled around his side, eliciting a response from Brian, who dropped his arms low behind her, softly touching her behind.

“It is. But don't think I'm about to discard you. I won't. Not ever."

They broke apart. VIXN hadn't much to say, drained by her efforts to restore life to how it used to be. Before Alice. Fry my circuits! I've been too pushy. A kinder touch was needed...I was stupid to have tried to boss him around.

Only a matter of time before he comes back to me.

She heaped praise upon him: “I've never heard you sound so...caring toward me. Oh Master, I've been a fool! A silly fox who should've known better than to doubt you."

They kissed. Brian's lips touched his servant's, flesh against synthetic flesh, sharing the heat of his core with the cooler exterior of her polymer body. Hands wandered. Fingers danced. A deep, plunging movement plucked VIXN off her feet and into his arms. Her legs danged over his right arm, his left supporting her back. In the heat of the moment, she let her excitement get the better of her. Her nipples hardened, and their gaze met, the hot mist of lust descending on the pair.

“It appears I'm becoming excited."

“How 'bout I take care of that for you?" he whispered.

Her worry abated. “Oh Master! Yes!"

The two figures twisted around each other further, the first scraps of Brian's clothing coming off. VIXN purred. Yes...come back to me...

She jumped out of his arms, standing perkily,

“So will you tell her it's not working or should I?"

Slapping his forehead, Brian groaned. Eventually he issued a weak laugh. “No, I care for you both."

She mouthed the word 'both' with venom.

“UGH!!!" VIXN stormed off, leaving her owner dazed, his jaw agape. “Wait," he cried in pursuit of her, “don't be like that..." He stumbled past the end of the couch, through the living room, before abandoning the chase. She'll get over it, he reassured himself. She'll realise that it's mad to let envy eat her up inside. She'll get over it...

...

What's the worst that could happen?

* * *

One fateful day, with December 25th steady on the horizon, Brian and Alice were out on the town running a variety of errands before booking into a restaurant for a meal in the evening. That was the plan at least. At this moment it was early in the morning, just after the loving couple had downed a pair of coffees and headed off. This was VIXN-93's opportunity to put her last plan into action. Her last-ditch effort to contain the 'Alice' situation...

“Thank the maker for zero-day delivery!" she chuckled to herself, the empty apartment filled with the crinkle of packaging as her hands dug deep. Boxes littered the floor. They'd arrived minutes after Master left. Unmarked, stuffed to bursting with illegally-imported equipment for modifying droids. The risks when buying all this? Hah! Wrong question. VIXN was no slouch. An intelligence as sophisticated as hers wasn't going to get caught ordering unsecured off of the dark web. And boy was she ready and willing to break some laws!

She lay down on the floor, priming a suite of small spherical objects positioned against her body in a number of places. Syncing with the devices' wireless network, she began the installation process — a stream of log messages scrolled across her augmented vision. This was the closest thing she'd ever had to a doctor's visit, and thus felt nervous. She was about to make serious changes to her physical form, she was right to have a case of frayed nerves. Okay doc, she told the networked cluster of featureless machines, begin the operation...

A ring of green light appeared around the spheres, each ones surface glowing with the line at different heights. The stillness of the room ended when loud cracks were heard. The devices split horizontally, their casings raising up to reveal a shimmering amorphous blob in each sphere. VIXN issued commands to them, instructing them on the necessary upgrades. The nanomachinery swarming in the liquid-like mass left its enclosure, spreading across the floor as a tar-black stain, creeping through the carpet like a terrifying swarm. This mass touched her body as she lay on the floor, slowly climbing her smooth exterior, until the scene resembled a throng of tentacles wrapping around their hapless victim. But she was no frightened sufferer; VIXN retained control of the situation, ordering her tumultuous swarm to their designated areas.

The nanites coated her body, fuelling themselves by cannibalising nearby matter. Leftover scraps of food, trash in the bin, any unwanted plastics or packaging...hell, even patches of the carpet beneath her was absorbed into the writhing mass. It all got converted into the base components of her synthetic flesh. The sensation of her second skin, with the layer of tiny robots fizzling over every nook and cranny, fired her synapses in a most desirable way. An added bonus to the changes she demanded. It feels...oohh...

She closed her eyes completely, content with the diagnostics flashing before her to seize the moment and sink into the raw feeling. Reaching a near-orgasmic level, she arched her back, claws digging into the floor, scraping the hard timber left after the upholstery had been dissolved by the ravenous swarm. “Aaaaahhh!!" her voice filled the room, mewls of blissful ecstasy echoing as the noise of the nanite swarm increased, signalling their work had begun in earnest.

Her skin fizzed, layers stripped away. Her internals were peeking out from thinned-out areas as the swarm found its way inside her, going to town on her insides. The vulpine anthro cried out in a disturbing blend of pleasure and pain. She felt her body shifting, changing...her hips widening, breasts ballooning, ass and thighs swelling. Her arms...legs...every god-damned curve she had inflated. Under this new weight the floorboards creaked. But her minuscule minions weren't done yet — oh no! They restored her skin, coating the robotic vixen in a fine layer of fleshy polymers, covering up the entry points they'd created. A thinner layer of nanites persisted on her surface, the others deactivating — to be recycled by her internal systems. This remaining cohort of biomechanical servants swept across her in a second pass, accentuating areas that needed care and attention. The strong thrills she'd absorbed had faded, but the tingling of the nanites upon her as they moved from her legs to her belly, then her cleavage, then up the neck and treating her face, kept a shred of its former feeling alive.

She purred.

Yes, with these upgrades there would be no more competition. Brian was hers.

The nanites finished their masterpiece by altering the shape of her muzzle, to be more desirable to Brian's particular tastes. Signing off with a plumping-up of her lips, swelling the soft flesh with erotic excess, they dissipated — leaving her alone on the floor.

VIXN sat up, her servo-motors jerkily adjusting to the fresh weight. She inspected her upper half — breasts, chest, that sort of thing — followed by a quick glance at her upgrade diagnostic report. Everything looked good. With a smile she rose to her feet, wobbling slightly as she found a new balance. Finding the bathroom mirror took some practice, but she re-learned the confident stride of a servant with purpose in no time. Another visual inspection (how vain!) assured her she was good to go. Pleased, she returned to the collection of packages, some of whom perched on the table, as yet unopened, not party to her scheme.

I look stunning...but it's not enough! I need more. Better.

What would really show Alice that she was beneath me?

Thinking, she recalled Alice's words from the day they met:

I'd turn synthetic no questions asked...

That was it — the pièce de résistance of her efforts! Immediately, the droid reconnected to the Internet, dispatching crawlers hunting for what she needed. They braved the deep dark corners of the web, searching. Seeking.

She wasn't going to meet them without a trick up her sleeve.

* * *

Brian and Alice returned home in a fit of giggling, a doting mood present over both. Their minds were elsewhere, thinking about their future together. Unfortunately, someone else was waiting for them.

“Hello Master...Mistress..." she said, dripping with scorn.

The couple looked to the end of the hallway. There, dressed in skimpy red lingerie with a velure Santa hat tucked behind adorable fox-ears, stood VIXN-93. The same, but...changed. Improved.

She lifted her leg and took a step forward, her paw-pads squishing on the floor as she made her methodical advance. “Master, Mistress..."

Changed. Improved.

Brian's eyes went wide. Alice inched backwards, afraid to get directly involved.

Improved. Better. The service droid sauntered toward them, hips swinging widely, her sultry hourglass figure evermore graciously-proportioned. Thick, voluptuous thighs rubbed against themselves. Huge, voluminous breasts swayed, a feast for her audience of two. Her master couldn't tear himself from them, muted by her new form. Alice nudged him, breaking the spell. He looked at her face, seeing the malevolent smirk on the servant's muzzle, devilishly curving from the corners of her maw. Her lips puffed out, swollen to those of a bimbo bombshell. Every part of her received an upgrade, even her height!

“What the—?"

She paused her march, spinning in place. Those bigger, bouncier breasts shook with each turn, every subtle movement. Once her back faced them they saw in full her vastly more bodacious behind — fat and pinched into an exquisite peach by the thin G-string clinging to her curves.

Alice cleared her throat, causing VIXN to complete her spin. She hissed at the usurper, who huddled close to her wonderful master.

She sneered, her pleasant appearance spoiled by the dark grimace. “We need to talk."

“Yes, we do," Alice replied, stepping in front of Brian.

“Grrrrrrr!" VIXN growled harshly. “Not with you."

“Oh no, we're all taking part in this discussion," she shot back, “we'd both like an explanation, right babe?"

Brian agreed. “What the hell did you do?"

“I made myself beautiful." With a flourish she displayed her finer attributes. “More beautiful. For you."

Avoiding his girlfriend's accusatory look, Brian spoke: “listen, VIXN, I can't read your mind, so I have no idea what's running through your head right now...but seriously: what have you gone and done!?"

“Oh, I'm so sorry! I knew you'd have questions. Yes...well you don't have to worry. I didn't spend too much of your money on these upgrades."

“That's not what I mean. How did you even—?"

“Do this? Quite simple really. Nanotechnology is truly amazing, isn't it? It's what gave you me, and now it's made me perfect. You don't have to worry; anything you desire, I can fulfil."

Brian hesitated. Something about her appearance drew him in. Something...enthralling. Perhaps it was the sculpt of her new curves, or the flow of her figure...

Alice measured up to her malice. “VIXN, we're gonna have to lay down some ground rules. Rule number one: Brian and I are together. Always will be. You think you can play your game and win him back, is that it? Face it honey, there's more to relationships than fucking!" She watched the vixen's expression worsen, envy burning fiercely in her glowing ocular sensors. “Rule number two: as we're together, what I say has just as much authority as your beloved 'Master'," she mimicked her servile tone, “what Brian says goes. What I say goes. Understand?"

The droid didn't respond.

“Because I'm done thinking this arrangement between you two is sorta cute," she said, “I'm not uptight. I know people have their kinks, and their toys. That's what you are, bitch, a toy!"

VIXN shunted her attention from Alice, to Brian, who suffered from an acute case of embarrassment.

“I can't believe you'd allow yourself to fall for this harlot!"

“EX-FUCKING-SCUSE-ME!?"

“That's right," the droid jabbed, “you're the harlot! Master and I were happy, then you had to come along and ruin it!"

Alice turned to Brian, who tried to intervene: “not cool, VIXN! You don't talk to my girl like that."

“Girl!" she sobbed. “She's your 'girl'...that was supposed to be me! ME!"

“Enough!" He raised his hand. “VIXN, you're clearly malfunctioning. There's no way your personal attachment protocol should be this imposing. You probably need a service."

“No, Master! Don't try to ignore my pain because you like her too. Nothing'll solve that unless she goes."

The mutual bitchiness continued with a vengeance, Alice and her cybernetic rival landing verbal blows, spurred on by their competitive sides.

“Bitch!"

“Whore!"

“Cunt!"

“VIXN!? Where the fuck did you learn that kinda language?" Brian exclaimed, shocked.

“Dh'oy! Internet access, in case you haven't noticed I'm plugged in at all times. Hush now, Master, us girls are talking."

Play it cool Brian, he told himself. Don't like where this is going, and you might need to step in when things get outta hand.

“You'll never be good enough for him."

“Oh? No?"

“No. Master has particular tastes that I am aptly suited to accommodate."

“And these tastes of his, I can't learn how to push his buttons?"

“Nope!" She stuck out her tongue, waggling the wet cyber-muscle.

“I can do anything you can do — ten times better 'cause I'm real flesh an' blood! Can't top that can you bitch!?"

“Prove it!"

Alice faltered in her attack. “P-prove? How?" Snorting derisively, she watched VIXN place a finger on her chin, computing her next move.

“I know: a showdown."

“A showdown?"

Showdown? Brian stood alone, bemused.

VIXN winked at her opponent. “How good are you with a woman?" she asked, her intentions clear.

Alice paused. The young woman thought long and hard about what was about to happen. She soon decided Brian was something worth fighting for, no matter the form said fight took. “Salad tossing...yum!" she remarked, slagging off her challenge.

The rules had been established. VIXN and Alice circled one another, stalking their foe like predators in the wild. The first to send the other into orgasm won. This had gone far beyond a matter of honour — Brian was at stake. And Alice let her wicked side show...

“Yeah, I accept your challenge robo-slut!"

VIXN gasped. “Robo-slut!? How dare you! Flesh-hooker!"

Attempting to hide the biggest smile possible, the object of their desire moved away from the commotion. Keep your mouth shut Brian buddy, let's see where this goes...

Ignoring her boyfriend's retreat, Alice laughed at VIXN's insults. “Heh! Flesh-hooker. That the best you can come up with? C'mon girl, I've been on the market for a prison wife; you'll make and excellent bitch between my legs."

Stamping, they drew themselves to their full heights and squared off. VIXN had the advantage of a whole foot and a half on Alice, looming over her diminutive stature, but Brian's girlfriend had prior experience of this kind of debauchery. A little thing called college, missy...you won't act so hot once I'm through with you.

Brian's heart nearly exploded out of his chest when he saw the two warring females plant a kiss on the other — sealing their lips together into a sopping mass of fighting tongues. Alice went full speed ahead, spearing her rival's mouth with her organic implement, whilst VIXN played defensive with her precision-engineered muscle. Muffled 'oohs' and 'aahs' escaped their lips. Clothes began to loosen in the fray. VIXN's thin-stringed lingerie failed to contain her bubbly form, breasts popping out of the dark red underwear. Alice felt a hand grasp and tug at the back of her coat. She adjusted her arms, letting the item of clothing slide off, leaving her foe holding a handful of duffel.

Dude, there are people in the world who have led extraordinary lives, his brain pondered, but few perhaps can claim such a miraculous alignment of stars, such that their fiancée...the true love of their life, oath-bound to be theirs forever and a day...is locked in a lesbian sex-battle with the other star in the firmament of man's pleasure: a sexy, subservient, lustful maid...whose body is modelled to evoke the stunning passion of the wilderness. The animal nature that dwells within man, ever the intended escapee, oft foiled by the crushing stone walls of civilisation that encircle our souls. Her animal appearance, crossing boundaries nary before seen in Mother Nature's great plan, fusing the refined posture of the wisest apes with the teeth and claws of our vulpine friends. Recalling to us the softness of fur, the rush of the hunt. See her now, locked in a life-or-death struggled with the bride-to-be, desperately trying to secure her position as the alpha female. Truly a sight...a thing of beauty...to witness life's great mysteries unfold...

As his brain pontificated, revelling in the opportunity to exceed its usual blatantly stupid self, the battle raged. Their kiss evolved, from polarising to passionate. The players started to enjoy the game for what it was. Another layer hit the floor. Alice was now clad in a t-shirt, pants, and shoes. The latter were kicked off, striking the neighbouring wall with a dull thump.

“Mmmpphhh...you talk the talk," Alice jeered between kisses, “but can you walk the walk?"

To answer her question, VIXN grabbed her shirt and forcefully tore it open. Alice's bra burst onto the scene, constraining her pert mounds beneath a sheath of silk. The obliterated remains of her t-shirt crumpled to the floor — pursued intently by a loud snap, as her bra was broken. Pale breasts free to feel the lukewarm air of the apartment, her tits mashing against the service droid's greater endowment.

“Oh yeah? How 'bout this!" Alice struck out, twanging the stringy underwear wrapped around VIXN's core. The strap rebounded, slapping her semi-solid flesh. “Ow!" she cried, her pain sensors still functioning amid the rush of pleasure — current and expected — disabling much of her finer electronics.

Tongues tangled. The red lingerie finally gave way, coming apart at the seams and joining Alice's discarded apparel on the ground. One girl naked, the other halfway there. Is there some points I should be awarding? Brian wondered, his soul's epic speech long ended and forgotten by his less-verbose consciousness. 'First to disrobe their opponent'? I don't know anymore...

The action moved, from the centre of the apartment to the living room. Large couches denoted the arena for their next tussle. Their lips broke, and the human contender seized the chance to breathe deeply. VIXN, unhindered by such base biological needs, prepared herself.

“Think you can take me down?"

Her taunt inflaming Alice's spirits, she watched the human undo her belt and roughly remove her jeans. Panties remained — soon disappearing as adrenaline coursed through her veins. Brian sat on a nearby chair, gobsmacked. His brain had stopped working completely, overloaded by the scene unfolding in front of him.

The slap of Alice's arms grappling with her cybernetic rival pierced his senses. Now wrestling to find purchase on their opponent, the two females wriggled and writhed...quick kisses punctuating the heady smack of flesh. “This crazy-ass droid of yours..." Alice coughed amid their struggling, “has got to learn her place!"

“No way! This stupid human girl is way too soft and squishy," VIXN answered, emphasizing her point by squeezing her breast. “Like jelly!" she guffawed. “You need a firm lover, who's devoted to you — like me!"

“Don't make me laugh, robo-slut!"

Renewing her assault, Alice managed to overpower the vixen. They both collapsed onto the bare floor, VIXN lying face-up with her foe straddling her wide waist. She forced her down, dragging her tongue across her neck, aggressively chomping on the gel-nipples that marked her titanic breasts' pointed peaks. Chewing the tough nub, she watched the potent surge of pleasure and pain blast poor VIXN's system, perceived from the tortured expression on her muzzle. She laughed, muffling her voice by taking the other nipple after dealing with its sister.

VIXN snarled, and pushed, throwing Alice back. Her pointed teeth nipped at her own breasts, producing a cry from the human female as she bit her as revenge. “AAAHHH!!!" She fought off the gnashing robot. “Fuck...if you'd drawn blood, honey — I would've dismantled you piece by piece!"

“Like to see you try!"

“Shut up an' take it," Alice grunted, shoving fingers into her mouth. Choking, VIXN spewed them from her maw. “Thought you had a better gag reflex than that, if your claims about being perfect for Brian are to be believed!"

“Rrrrgghh—I do! I am! You just surprised me."

“Try and resist this!" Alice reached between her legs, sinking her digits into her moist cleft. Her fingering started without warning, catching the put-upon personal service droid off-guard. A mewl of joy slipped her lips as she felt the human extremities probe her insides. A sharp yelp followed when Alice took hold of her gelatinous clit, throbbing already from the onslaught, and squeezed. “Aaaahh!"

Sliding her hand in-and-out, Alice drew out sultry squeals from the captive lady-bot. Her hand pumped into her pussy, driving her fingers deep into the yawning cavern. “So, this is what you call tight, is it?"

“Sh-shut up!" VIXN whimpered.

“You may be built to last," she cackled, “but you underestimate us organics, especially our muscle tone. God this feels so loose. Brian must've pounded you to Kingdom Come!"

“Get off!" The robot fox struggled to no avail.

“Better start working out, bitch, 'cause you ain't shaping up at all!"

“I can make it tighter when I want to...you just..."

“Just what?"

“You're just distracting me..."

“Aw! The pwoor widdle wixen has wost her contwowl," Alice cooed, the baby-talk infuriating her synthetic counterpart. “Maybe you'll taste better than you feel." She lowered herself to the gel-pussy, tongue peeking from between her rosy lips.

“No! Ahahhhaahhhh!" Under attack from Alice's warm tongue, VIXN couldn't keep herself from crying out, caught in the throes of pleasure. The dexterous mass dragged itself along her labia, its coarse texture rubbing against the smooth, slick nanite gel that solidified her sex. Terrified the vicious human might take another bite if she retaliated, she surrendered to the growing torment. Pleasure flooded her mind. The instant her tongue pushed aside her pudgy lips and started rolling around inside, she exploded. Endorphins, simulated by her advanced consciousness, cascaded through her like a thunderous storm. She shut her eyes and moaned loudly. Alice ignored every twitch, every kick of her long legs, supping at her sacred 'V'.

Finished with cunnilingus, she lifted her head, taking another crack at her pussy with her fingers. “You like that...slut?"

“Y-YEAH!" she moaned.

“Oh I think I know who's winning about now," she boasted, her two top fingers thrusting incessantly into her cyber-vagina, plunging into her depths with ruthless efficiency.

“Ooohhhaaahhh!" VIXN wailed.

Wait, I can't let her win. Not like this! She's not supposed to...

“Gah!"

Got to stop her...make her pay...

Another savage lick of her sore pussy drove her wild. Her paws cracked, toes curling against her will.

C'mon VIXN-93 — you can do this! you can beat her.

Urrrggghhh... “...ggrrrrAAHHHH!!!"

Kicking up a storm, VIXN bounded from her position underneath Alice, tossing the human to one side. Her body tingling, she flopped across the floor, arms extended, ready to restrain her. A quick round of weak smacks kept her at bay — for a while at least — but soon she'd gotten hold of Alice's upper body. Not so cocky now, huh?

“Take this!"

VIXN entangled her legs with Alice's. Then, ignorant of her protest, ground their pussies together. The human's cries were music to her ears! She forced them to scissor, gyrating her extra-wide hips in a hypnotic rhythm. It certainly captured Brian's attention. He could be seen from afar, trousers pitching a tent as he stared and drooled. “Dammit!" Alice swore under the breath, the sensations coming from her nethers almost unbearable. VIXN was too good at this!

“Make me cum first, huh? I'll show you...Mistress..."

“Ah! Stop! It feels so good! I can't—"

“No," she growled, “you can't, can you? That's why I'm the one for Master. That's why he BELONGS TO ME!!!"

Their precious kiss summoned a tide of ecstasy in Alice's weary frame. Her mushy, damp lips suckled at the human female's tender loins, the unreal flexibility of her nanomachine-powered flesh able to coax even greater heights than imagined by any fantasy. Okay, it was cheating to use them to stimulate her nerve endings without her knowing — but VIXN wasn't going to let her take Brian!

Besides, as if Alice could tell the different between natural sensation and that generated by electrochemical stimulation from the swarms of tiny, tiny machines the dwelt in her body.

“VIXN," she cried, her voice growing hoarse. Her whole body shook.

“Yes Mistress, cum for me..."

“I'm gonna cum—"

Bound in carnal delight, Alice couldn't hold back the building tide. It broke the levee, rushing toward the vulnerable lowlands of her pre-climax self. As the surge smashed through her barriers, Alice opened her mouth to wordlessly scream. She shivered, body wracked by her orgasm. Her limbs weakened. VIXN slowed her pace, yet still massaged her with her body, unwilling to simply let her ride it out in peace. Brian watched his girlfriend quiver, cumming hard as she lay naked on the floor, the legs of his robotic servant tangled in a web of delicate limbs. Her fat ass danced in his vision, pumping against Alice's pussy, grinding their sensitive flesh together. Each roll of her hips made it throb, the blossoming cheeks wobbling, the thin patterns of criss-crossing seams shaking as she moved.

The vibrations continued. Alice collapsed into VIXN's welcoming arms, her orgasm subsiding — but not yet abandoned. A brief thrust brought a scream to her mouth, which was stolen by VIXN as she sealed lips with her defeated opponent. Carefully, she laid her quarry down, gently placing her head onto the timber below, caressing the exhausted frame of her once-fearsome foe. The fox droid rose to her feet, glancing down at the tired mess below. Within the span of a minute, Alice had entered the realm of unconsciousness...

“Is she okay?" Brian asked, coming to VIXN's side.

“Her orgasm was extra-powerful," she explained, “it overloaded her puny organic brain."

“Is she gonna be okay?" he asked again, concern apparent in his words.

“Relax, Master! That's not the best part." Leaving him dumbfounded, his girlfriend a slumbering heap in the middle of the room, VIXN sprung her plan into action.

“Here," she said, retrieving semicircular pads from one of the many small boxes that occupied their room, intended for Christmas gifts. Rushing back to her fallen adversary, she placed the round contacts on Alice's temples whilst she slept. Brian looked at her, and began to worry.

He was about to speak, but an electrical buzzing sound interrupted him. VIXN had activated...whatever those things were!

“Wait, no!" He tried to stop her, but she careened into his arms. “Just let this happen," she pleaded with him, silencing him with a deep kiss, “this will make things all better. Look!"

On cue, the semicircular pads lit up. Faint lines spread from Alice's temples, encroaching on her face and neck. It was only then John realised they were tracing the path of her veins. “VIXN..." he muttered, shock leaving him speechless. His companion wore a happy grin, looking fondly at the naked woman slowly filling with nanites.

He turned, but she was too fast. Another kiss, another excuse. “I know how to make things work for the three of us. Don't panic," she said, her words doing fuck all to calm him. VIXN chuckled. “Her idea, actually, though she needed the right encouragement to go through with it for real." Well, she didn't intend for this, but she gave me the idea nonetheless. Gosh Master, you really do pick them, don't you...

The grey substance spread through her, following the path of her circulatory system. Quietly, the great mass inside her worked, absorbing her organic components and re-purposing them into more advanced cybernetics. Her skin bubbled and roiled with activity, body reshaping as the nanites incorporated her into their intended design. Brian remained still. Motionless. His presence only signalled by the occasional staccato breath.

“Won't be too long, then we can be together...one big happy family!"

He stared in horror at the ensuing transformation, betrayed by his erection as it pressed against his trousers, begging for stimulation. VIXN acknowledge his hardness, sliding her hand beneath his pants and taking his length in her paw. “Let me take some of that stress away," she purred as Alice slowly disintegrated, an unfamiliar being of carbon fibre and supple polymer left in her place.

The room was filled with the gurgled of the last organic remnants of his fiancée being slurped up by the living machine-liquid. It crawled around her like a sentient puddle, pooling in crevices around her body, fading into the brand-new plastic finish.

He could do something. He could raise holy hell. And then what? his mind asked. A part of him gave up the fight, taking with it any opposition to the tragedy that had befallen Alice. If he pretended it didn't happen, it never did. that's how that works...right?

Don't spoil what's good for you, said the sentiment echoing in his depraved, unstable mind, you have a good thing with VIXN...indulge her. Let the other disappear...

The...other?

He looked down at the sleeping creature, wondering where it'd come from.

His train of thought was halted by his loyal service droid. “Do you like her?"

“Her?"

VIXN smiled. “I spent a long time thinking about what to get you for Christmas this year. You've been so wonderful to me, giving me purpose...and a home. I just had to repay you in a way you'd find... enjoyable."

They looked at the grey-white shape on the ground, sleeping soundly.

“Merry Christmas Master!"

* * *

Weeks passed.

Brian slid the keycard into the door of his apartment. No sooner had he done so than he heard the patter of synth-plastic feet run hither and thither. Their sensory abilities never ceased to amaze him. Opening the door and carting his tired ass inside, he dropped his bags and tossed his coat on the rail. The new year held many prospects — one of which he was already making the best use of...

“Master, is that you?" The sound of soft pads travelled closer. The open doorway to his right soon contained VIXN-93, beaming with joy at his return. “Master!" the droid cried, jumping up and down in one spot.

“Hi 93."

He found himself using the nickname '93' in lieu of 'VIXN'. Made sense, given that moniker could refer to more than one nowadays...

“Is that Master!?" he heard another voice cry, just as electronic as the sexy fox standing in his way. Around the corner careened another service droid, blue-green instead of 93's warm pink. This was VIXN-118, the fate of his former girlfriend.

“Hi 118, miss me?"

“Gosh, did we ever!" Even under layers of brainwashing and cybernetic replacement, her original voice still shone through, reminding him of that eventful Christmas. 118 — unlike 93 — had not upgraded since her original conversion, and so looked a lot like a younger 93. Well...a year younger, give or take. Where 93's lips, tush, thighs, tits, and lower lips had been given a significant boost to their plumpness — making her more bimbo-like — 118 looked svelte and sexy without the need to splurge of improvements. This was a point of rivalry between the two, who bickered occasionally about who was prettiest. Competition aided their servitude, however, as Brian discovered when they tried to one-up each other in the most menial of household tasks. He wasn't complaining — it just made things around the house better.

“Welcome home," 93 butted in, “how was work?"

“Oh, fine. Same boring job as per usual."

“That's no good," 118 jumped back into the conversation, butting out 93 who glowered at her. “I think master should get a promotion. Your boss must be a fool the way he takes you for granted!" Her encouragement added to her own excitement, and this was noticed in a very physical way.

“Um, 118, your...nipples are showing."

True to life, 118 glanced down and confirmed what Brian was saying. Her gel-aureolae had stiffened and formed into a perky set of nipples, desperate to be tweaked. 118's facial display augmentation blushed red, and she averted her eyes, suppressing a giggle. “Wanna check if anywhere else is reacting to you like that, Master?" She stared at him with glowing eyes, half-lidded in a seductive stare.

“Hmm...now that you mention it...I do feel a little pent up..."

Over-eager, 118 shivered and activated her pussy. The hard plastic covering retracted, revealing the soft gelatinous treasure within. Like her breasts, it reformed into a succulent pair of hungry nether-lips. The droid moaned as her transformation completed, furtively glancing at her master — his face, then to the bulge slowly emerging behind his pants.

“Would you like to fuck me?"

A shocked gasp came from beside her. VIXN-93 smacked her fellow droid across the mouth. “Manners!" she exclaimed, eyes boring into 118's psyche. “No daughter of mine will speak with such a foul mouth!"

“But moooommm!" she whined, “you say words like that all the time when you're with Master."

“What Master and I scream when I am servicing him is not your concern. I want to raise you as a courteous courtesan, not some wicked whore!"

“Ladies, ladies," Brian raised his hands, “there's no need to fight." He turned to 118. “I understand you're excited, but your programming is supposed to be polite." Interrupting 93's 'I told you so' face mid-expression, he addressed her too: “same to you, 93. Is smacking her any way to teach your— ahem—daughter?"

“No," she admitted. “I'm sorry Master."

“Apology accepted." The atmosphere settled into a friendlier candour. “Now," he exclaimed, “do you feel the same way?"

93's face lit up. “Why yes Master, I do! It's been so long without you to keep us company."

It's been half a day, his mind said, you girls are way too clingy.

Being the experienced elder of the two service droids, 93 had strong command over her physical impulses. Releasing the protective layer between her legs and summoning forth her breasts' completion, she exposed her pussy and nipples by her own will — unburdened with the loss of control her wayward daughter-droid struggled with.

Both vixens faced away from him, bending over and exposing their juicy rears.

“Now Master, which of us would you like to take first?"

Practically salivating at the prospect of yet another threesome, Brian dragged his feet, shuffling towards his devoted droids. Did he wonder if Alice was still there, inside the artificial body of 118? Nope. Why question the lemons life gives you? Alice? Alice who?

No questions, only gratitude. To the one who was behind his good fortune...

John, wherever you are ya sick sonofabitch...you left me with the gift that keeps on giving!