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“I don’t know, this whole thing sounds kinda creepy,” you said. “I don’t think this sexbot, or whatever you call it, is going to work for me.”

You take your phone back from Tony’s hands and throw yourself on the sofa, taking another swig from the cold beer.

“That’s not a sexbot, it’s an Autonomous Personal Companion,” Tony recited as if he was reading straight from their website. “Besides, when’s the last time you even had a date?”

“Um, there was that time I went out with that girl from the office,” you said.

“And how long ago was that?” Tony asked as he took the beer can from your hands and took a mouthful.

“I don’t know, maybe half a year?”

“Exactly!” Tony said, in a tone of satisfaction. “Why waste time going on dates, night after night, wasting your life when you can have a perfect companion waiting for you at home!”

“I don’t know. I …” Tony took your phone from your hands.

“Dude, trust me! I wouldn’t be suggesting this if I didn’t think it was a good idea.”

“I know,” you said, and let out a long breath. “Ok, I’ll try it, but just for you. Tell me what I need to do?”

“Great!” He jumped to actions, quickly tapping on your phone, installing a few new apps. When he was done, he showed you his work.

“Ok, I’ve installed SoulMatr for you,” he said, pointing to a pink icon with a heart on it. “It’s the most popular app, you log in and choose from dozens of premade designs or even design one yourself, after that just put it to print and, in a few hours, you will have the perfect partner waiting for you. But there’s another I wanted to show you first.”

He pointed at a yellow icon that looked like a paw print with the pad in the shape of a heart; in blocky font under it, you could read “Monstr”. He glanced sideways at you, unusually tense. “This is less vanilla, so be open-minded about what I’m going to show you. Can you promise me that?”

“Sure?” You said, shrugging your shoulders. Tony pressed a finger on the little icon and the app opened. You shuffled closer; your curiosity piqued.

Tony quickly selected a couple of options and a long list of gorgeous portraits filled the screen in neat rows, each too small to discern details.

“Wow!” You breathed. The android’s looked like they had been sculpted from marble, every muscle honed to perfection. They all had perfectly done hair, jovial smiles, and sexy eyes that ranged from the usual to outright alien colors. Tony broke into a grin.

“See what I mean, huh?” You nodded, too stunned to speak. Tony flicked his thumb upwards, and one of the androids filled the screen. She had long, elfin ears, with massive, uncovered breasts. She had dark hair, pink eyes, and a mischievous smile. Tony flicked his thumb again, and an android with short blonde hair appeared. She had a lovely smile, her skin tanned, and deep, green eyes. She had a sturdier body, her muscles looking fit and powerful, she seemed used to manual labor and working under the sun. “Dude, you’re practically salivating,” Tony said, with a wicked cackle.

“What?” You said, frowning in confusion as with a tap of Tony’s thumb the screen changed to show a full body photo of the blonde android. You almost chocked when you realized that her lower body was that of a horse. Ignoring you, Tony swiped back up to the black-haired girl. He flicked his thumb and now her lower half was that of a snake.

“These girls are all monsters, they are half human and half animal,” he explained with a grim, your mouth fell open.

“That’s bizarre!” you managed at last.

“Hey, don’t knock it down until you have tried!” Tony said. “Here, look.” he pulled out his own phone. You watched as he tapped an identical paw print icon on the screen and the app opened. It seemed he had already spent some time messing around with the configurations, he had created an angelic looking woman, with pale skin and large breasts, dressed in a white, almost transparent dress. You gasped.

“You have one of those freak things?!”

“Yep!” Tony said, his voice full of pride. “I bought it yesterday and it’s been printing all night, by the time I get home she will be ready and just waiting for me to turn her on.”

“Wow!” You said, short of anything else to say.

Was it possible that maybe, just maybe, this idea was exciting you? Lots of people these days had those companion androids, it couldn’t be so weird… You picked the phone up and looked at the first girl again, some part of you curious about how it would feel. You swiped left to see what else they had and a message popped up on the screen: Please register to continue creating your perfect match!

“You can see the profiles, but you got to sign up to access them,” Tony said, looking over your shoulder. “Let me help you,” he took the phone out of your hand.

“Now, tell me what you’re looking for in a girl?” You leaned back on the sofa and stared up at the ceiling.

“I don’t know. Someone kind, caring, smart,” you enumerated.

Tony chuckled, “Yeah, sure. You are not going to marry them, I mean, there might be a couple of models that are ok with it, I guess, but most of them have more… physical roles.”

“You know what,” you told Tony as you took a new can of beer from the fridge. “Why don’t you deal with this crap? Just find one that you think I’ll like.”

Tony begun typing without a moment’s hesitation, “Here, tell me what do you think of this one.”

You took the phone from his hands and tapped the picture on the screen, “Ooh, she looks interesting,” you said, scrolling through the android’s photos; she was a stocky, short girl with dog ears and a long tail.

“She’s really hot, but I don’t think it would work,” you pointed to her description.

“Hmm,” Tony quickly read over the description, the model was built for those that loved to work out, play sports, and have an active lifestyle. “Yeah, that’s definitely not you, let’s see the next one.”

You swiped left and a lean, black-haired woman replaced the dog girl. She had powerful eyes, with an almost expressionless face that had a classical beauty.

“Woah, she’s hot!” You gasped.

“Want to guess her species?” Tony asked.

“Mmm, something reptilian, definitely. A snake? Or some kind of dragon?”

“With those eyes, my guess is eastern dragon,” Tony said. You swiped left, and her full body photo showed a long, golden tail covered in gleaming scales, those same scales covered her arms, her hands ended in black claws.

The next android had short, light blond hair that flowed down to her pecs, a frank smile, and a sensitive, slightly wild look in her eyes.

“That’s definitely a centaur,” you murmured.

“Could be a harpy too,” Tony said and you flicked to her next photo. She was indeed a centaur; her lower half was a slim, pale golden animal, she seemed ready to start running and had been dressed in a combination of gym clothes. “She looks interesting,” Tony said.

“I don’t think I have space for a centaur,” you gestured towards your small apartment, even the two of you already made the place feel crowded, you couldn’t imagine that a centaur could even move properly inside it.

It quickly turned into a game to discover the species, most of the androids turned out to be cats, dogs, centaurs, or rabbits, but it didn’t take long for you to find more exotic species like foxes, deer, dragons, spiders, and mermaids.

“Well it looks like it’s time for me to go home,” Tony said as the sun was going down. “I’ve got my own sexy bot waiting for me in bed. Let me know what you decided to get later.”

You waved Tony goodbye at the door. When he was out you picked your phone and ordered a pizza, opened another beer, and returned to scrolling. You kept going through profile after profile, almost drooling over the sexy pictures as you tried to imagine how it would be to have one of those waiting for you at home every day, dinner cooked, and a lovely smile in her lips. And then… There she was!

“My goodness!” you exclaimed. She had deep, wise eyes, like pools of molten gold; her long, dark hair fell over her shoulders in a straight cut. She had something of serene strength in her, power, but at the same time so purely gracious. Her breasts were large and heavy, with a flat belly, and large hips. Her skin was pale and unblemished, and she had shinning golden scales covering most of her body, a pair of draconic wings rested on her shoulders, and a long, flickering tail dragged behind her. You read her profile, excitement growing by the second. She was an elegant and refined creature, modeled on the ancient geisha, programmed to perform all domestic duties with absolute grace and skill.

[i]She was perfect![/i]

At the bottom of her profile there was a pink heart, tapping it, the graphic popped to reveal the message:

Hello, my future master. I’m so glad that you have chosen me to take care of you. I’ll do everything possible to ensure that you have the most pleasing and comfortable of companions. I know that we will develop a strong connection, and find true happiness together.

That was the one, you were sure of it, with a flick of your thumb you selected her profile and was sent to the checkout page.

[i]Fuck![/i] It cost more than you made in a year, even if you took some extra shifts it would still take a long time to save all that money. You looked at her profile again, sipping beer and dreaming mad schemes of how you could get the money you needed.

But then, an idea came to you. Sure, buying her would be expensive, but you didn’t need to exactly buy it, did you? There were options on the internet; sites of ill repute where one could find all kinds of things to download if only one knew where to look.

You turned on your computer and within half an hour you had browsed through message boards and forums, many of the recommendations where dead links or malicious programs, but just as you were thinking on giving up you found an old-looking blog.

[i]Security Alert![/i] This connection is not safe, are you sure you wish to proceed?

You couldn’t stop now, you clicked to proceed. The blog looked old and hastily put together, there were dozens of files to download, each with some simple description of what they would contain.

Now that was much better, you browsed through the list until you found the one you were looking for.

[b]Fntsy_Drg_Lady.exe[/b]

You clicked it and the download began, the 3D printers kicking in action as layer by layer they built your perfect companion. You watched in a trance as the four printing arms work in perfect synchrony. The silicon skin rippling with activity as the artificial muscles and veins were stitched, the metal bones hardening in their permanent shape. Meanwhile in the bio-vat next to the printer, the bio-processors were growing at an accelerated pace.

You looked closely, curious to see the skin reshaping itself and acquiring a darkened tone, with some surprise you noticed the hardening scales covering her foot had took a rough look.

Turning around to check on the computer to see if something was wrong with the program, you didn’t even notice as the chest split open.

Your hands reached for the screen to cancel the process when you gasped as the first tendrils of silicon touched your skin, shocking you completely.

You were pulled closer, the tendrils reaching under your clothes, a steady stream that kept spreading, covering your skin, merging with it.

You struggled, clawing at rubber even as your arms lost strength, the rubber now covered your belly, it crawled through your arms, touched the base of your neck with a jolt of electricity.

[i]Reaching, changing….[/i]

You could hear it, almost drowning your own thoughts, so close to...

“Wait,” you protested on a croak of breath.

It was hard to keep your thoughts straight, new ideas came flooding in, software whispering in your mind. Your thoughts were dragged into a downward spiral of lust fueled by the programming, overriding previous ideas and pushing old memories to the back of your mind. You still could remind your human life, but it simply didn’t matter as much anymore, they were ghosts of memories.

The rubber covering your arms and legs hardened into scales, the cold touch of metal against your spine as it connected to your nerves, for an excruciating moment it felt as if you were floating into oblivion.

It wrapped around your legs, your feet changing into three large, scaly toes, each ended in a large black steel talon, the thicker thighs rip your pants, the new scales hardening quickly, poking at your skin like tiny needles. The ripped denim pants pressed tight against your ass, barely covering it anymore.

As it covered your eyes, it plunged you into an exhilarating darkness that was banished by bright lights as you opened your new, golden eyes that suddenly could see so much more, reality blinked and distorted as your eyes were changed and adjusted. A wave of excitement flushes your body, filled you with a profound desire that you still couldn’t understand, you take in a deep breath…

…then heaving it out when the bio-processors fused with your brain. The software pushed away any notion of decency or manners, in their place there was a twisted, overwhelming lust. But you weren’t dumb enough to give it away for free or get attached to any stud with a cock, you were a smart bitch.

For a moment, you couldn’t move. It was like nothing else you had known. Thoughts and commands filled your brain, the electronic speech whispering in your ears and helping you along.

Why would you fight that? How could you even fight something that was part of you?

Why would you want to go back to being a prude? A dumb bitch looking plain and drab?

Your fingers grew, the silicon between them stretching into wings. One wing stroke, then another. Doesn’t it feel natural?

Your legs quivered as the artificial muscles wrapped around your twisting tail. Your talons leave scrape marks in the floor as you flexed your new muscles.

Your head was spinning as software was downloaded into your brain. You tried to hold to what you knew, fighting to keep some sense of self under the deluge of new data. Above all else you felt the need for the freedom of flight, you craved to be free.

New fire blooms under your skin, giving you strength. You let out a roar as you stretch your arm-wings and your teeth sharpen.

Are you scared of the change? Scared of losing your humanity (Whatever the hell that even means)?

As the scales covered your skin, a tug pulled at your ears, they flicked, and their shape elongated, the tips filled. Your wings spread open, new muscles rippling with power, the walls were too close for comfort, the whole apartment too small to contain you. Opening the door is too hard with your new arm-wings, much easier to just kick it open. Your sharp talons cut through the wood, the strength in your legs almost break the door out of its hinges.

You are strong, fierce. A flying predator. [i]Wyvern[/i], the word resonates in your mind.

You emerge on the corridor, your sharp talons clicking against the stone floor with each step. That’s not good enough, you flattened your wings and jumped through the window on the end of the corridor, you shattered the glass and breathed in the cold night air.

Your body grows in pulses. The clothes ripping apart as your new muscles rapidly increase in size and strength. Sharp, black, metal claws erupted from the tips of your fingers, with dark scales growing on your hands and forearms. You were completely covered in scales, aside from a V-shaped patch that started from your shoulders, wrapped around your breasts, and ended just above your waist.

Yes! You can feel it, don’t you? The power, the lust, the freedom! Allow it to become you!

It’s so easy to accept, to simply let go of decency and humanity.

Are you still struggling? Why do you clingy to such pathetic notions when you could be so much more?

Your body trembles, the changes are subtle, but to you they are tremendous. You weren’t a male anymore, your breasts grew big, and round, even as your cock disappeared into a slit between your legs.

You didn’t had words; a heavy burden is lifted from your back. You had never even noticed it was there, but you felt it your entire life.

Have you ever been human to start with?

It could as well have been some glitch on the software.

This is you now, this has always been you.

This realization filled you up, the cascade of positive feedback rushing through your bio-processors and you’d never felt so whole.

[i]Wyvern[/i]. Becoming, misting, melting…

Slowly, sinuously, you moved your wings, taking you higher and higher. The night was beautiful under your new eyes, colorful electric signs filled the streets under you, but more impressive was the sea of stars that gleamed above the clouds from horizon to horizon, as you glided on a hot current. To the west, a silvery moon crossed the skies.

The vastness of the skies was clean and full of promise, but the world below was your hunting ground, dangerous and inviting. The night was filled with whispery tones and scents: gasoline, burnt grease, mold, human sweat.

You land on a dark street, your talons clicking against the asphalt with each step, surrounded by abandoned warehouses that had been converted in improvised stores, underground augmentation clinics, and impromptu clubs.

This wasn’t a part of town you normally sought, but now you felt attracted to it, you wanted this. The weather here was too humid for comfort for regular people, it seemed someone had been messing around the geo-engineering systems in the neighborhood until it felt like you were taking a trip back to the Jurassic period.

A rat as large as a dog ran past you, some escaped gen-engineered monstrosity by the looks of it. Some rusted, historical street lamps provided the only light source out on the streets, a few food carts offered a selection of charred and fried food together with cheap beer and moonshine. Several drunks were leaning on the shadow of an abandoned warehouse, passing around bottles, your mouth watering as you smell the food and drinks.

Behind you, there’s the sound of car engines coming closer car. You look over your shoulder to see several old cars cruising through the streets on their old combustion engines, not a single electromagnetic drive anywhere to be seem.

"Hey, slut, cover those fake titties!" Someone called for you, snapping fingers to get your attention. “Look here, bitch!”

You turned in time to see a sexbot walking towards you, amidst the darkness you almost took her for a human model, but your keen eyes quickly noticed her red skin and the small horns growing on her head. Her black hair fell over her shoulders, framing her eyes, painted with dark eyeliner and vibrant purple eyeshadow, her lips were painted the same vibrant purple, looking delicious and tempting. She wore a glossy black spandex tank top, that pushed her small, perky breasts, the material delineating the shape of her hard nipples. On her shoulders sat a tiny leather jacket, barely enough to reach down to her midriff, with cut sleeves. A tiny pair of black shorts stretched around her waist, clinging tightly to her heavy ass. Fishnet stockings ran from her high heels, up around her legs, and underneath her shorts. Gold hoops glittered in her elfin ears and jingled around her wrists. A slight sneer as she chewed on a stick of gum.

"Hey, dude. Don'cha recognize me?" the devil girl asked. Her voice was sharp and rough, tinted with underlying lust.

“Tony?!”

“I go by Ruby now, Tony was a dumb name anyway," Ruby scoffed as she walked towards you, bringing with her a wave of cheap perfume and the smell of strong lust, it inflamed something inside of you.

"What happened to you?” you asked.

"Fuck if I know. We were at your place, right? And we were talking about sexbots, so I go back home to my little angel, but something is wrong. Her skin was all weird and, like, totally evil looking. And then things got really fucking weird for a while and when I notice what’s happening, I’m sucking a cock on the corner for a few bucks," she motioned towards you. "You look pretty fucking hot too, I bet you must be really horny. "

Her words whirled around your head and before you could control your actions, you pull her close in for a kiss. It was a rough and hungry kiss, your long tongue invading her mouth. She welcomed your tongue into her mouth, while she groped your ass, and pulled you closer, pressing your tits against hers.

"Ruby!" You still gasped, the protest coming out more like a moan, almost as if begging her to continue. You pressed one of your wing-hands against her breasts, pulling down the top and taking her nipple between your lips.

"Hey!” She complained. “You are going to scare the clients if you keep doing that!”

"Shut up, cunt,” you answer with a shiver of pleasure rushing down your spine to the tip of your tail. “You are my bitch, and you love this!”

“Noo…” Her complaint was lost in a moan, her hands tugging you by the hair, you could smell her arousal on the air already. “You fucking dike!”

The ringing tone of your cellphone interrupted before you could have some proper fun with Ruby, the demoness was helpful in taking your phone out of your back pocket and answering it.

"Good night, sluts, having fun?" the voice on the phone asked, it was husky and deep, a tone that was enough to make any woman shiver.

"Yeah, Madam!” Ruby said, almost jumping to attention.

“Y-yes,... ma’am,” you said, confused at your own sudden subservience to the voice.

“That’s very good, Vikky,” the madam said with a chuckle that sent shivers of pleasure through your spine. “You can have your fun with Ruby, but don’t forget to get some work done.”

For the briefest of moments, there was still some glimpse of what had been, but the sound of the voice of that powerful woman was all that you needed to banish any of those old thoughts. “I’ll… I’ll go to work immediately!”

“Good girls,” she said and suddenly you were smiling.

“… Don’t forget you belong to me,” she said before turning off.

You whimpered, pulling Ruby for another kiss. “Let’s go, bitch.”