Roommate's X-Mas Present Ch. 02

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!