Roommate's X-Mas Present Ch. 02

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!!"