Roommate's X-Mas Present Ch. 02

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...

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Attempt 9 — failed...

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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 25^th 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...