Roommate's X-Mas Present Ch. 03

This erotic story features humanoid robots and/or anthropomorphic (furry) cyborg characters, which have animal characteristics. Sexy robots...do I really need to explain further?

"Roommate's X-Mas Present 3"

SHORT STORY

Author's Note: final part of the "Roomate's X-Mas Present"...uh...saga?

Brian may not have been the smartest person to begin with, but being waited on hand-and-foot has a tendency to dull one's mental acuity. Over two years had come and gone; many changes noticed, many more ignored. For him, life was good. In reality, it was fraught with dire concern.

His personal service droids — VIXN-93 and VIXN-118 — kept him in comfortable living, far beyond what he could ever have afforded. They worked tirelessly to serve their master. In every conceivable way.

Wonder how John got by, he thought to himself, a stray memory sparked in the mushy depths of his mind, calling to him the absurdity of his circumstances. No sooner had it appeared he'd squashed it with an empty explanation: an uncle died, probably...his family were always flush with cash...

Again, recognition began to dawn, but for too short a time.

...lotta money to afford droids like that...

"Master!"

Brian swept aside his musing and hurtled from the couch, steadying himself quickly before following the dreamy voice. He entered the kitchen, where one of his personal service droids was busy organising groceries — unpacking and sequestering them away in every available nook and cranny among his cramped cabinets.

VIXN-118, her toned blue-green form bare, exposing soft synth-tissue and hard plates, turned to face him. "Master," she cooed, "thank you for coming. I was wondering, do we need more turkey, or will what's in the fridge cover you?"

She blinked, her glowing eyes boring into him. Through him. He loved when she stared like that.

"Uhh...well I'm the only one who has to eat, so yeah, I guess..." Brian did a quick check inside the refrigerator on the size of the bird they'd bought. Happy he didn't need to walk back what he said, Brian returned to the counter where 118 was working.

"118, have you seen 93 anywhere?"

"Hmm? Mom? She went out." The cybernetic servant tuned out Brian's presence, idle and still. Focusing on her chores, the droid began to hum. Pleasant sounds reached her master, who turned around and wandered to a different part of the house.

For Brian, there were strange things on his mind. Confusing things. Names flew by, faster than the speed of thought. It had been so long, but the changing of the seasons led to more episodes. Fragments of images. Like something bubbling up through the floor, seeping into the walls. Uncomfortable memories. The name 'John' bothered him the least, but the name 'Alice'...

"Master!" he heard his servant call, "do you want me to start preparing dinner before mom gets home?"

Brian tilted his head and took a moment to think. When the fog cleared, he answered: "yeah, sure. She knows what's on the menu."

"Okay, thank you!"

Alone again, the sound of 118 humming cheerily as she went about her designated duties growing louder in the otherwise silent apartment, Brian sighed. He was sure he was about to remember something. Someone?

'Alice' escaped him. For the truth was, she was right there. Transformed. Brainwashed. And he was powerless to summon her memory to him. Try as he might, Brian couldn't put his finger on the mental itch he was experiencing.

He didn't know an Alice, did he? He'd even asked before, once, when his mind hurt they way it did now. The girls had looked at each other — terribly confused — and told him they didn't know anyone with that name...

Alice.The name came clearer this time.

He could've sworn she had been his girlfriend.

Wait...why did he think that? Why would he be out looking for a girlfriend when he had two beautiful, enchanting servants eager to please him? The distress evaporated as images of VIXN-93 and his latest companion VIXN-118 filled his thoughts. Their curves, their vulpine features, their soft, smooth bodies — it was perfection. Brian smiled to himself, day-dreaming until he heard the lock on the front door twirl and click.

His heart skipped a beat. Rushing to the door, Brian grabbed the handle and pulled it open. Confronting him, with two heavy shopping bags caked in festive adornment, was the most precious thing in the whole world.

"Welcome home," he said, overjoyed. Brian opened his arms wide and lurched forward for a hug. The tall, bodacious service droid cocking a smirk at her master's antics responded in kind, extending her arms as much as possible. Revealed by her actions were a large pair of breasts, full and firm, with flat gel-patches to preserve some degree of modesty. Brian hooked his arms behind her back, and pulled her into the apartment, feeling her bosom smoosh against his chest. Master, she whispered, her mouth nibbling the end of his ear, taking another step inside. Her feet pressed against the mat, wiping the damp and the frost from her adorable paws.

VIXN-93 had originally been of similar stature to her daughter, but thanks to an incident last Christmas (that Brian had long suppressed and replaced with a less traumatic sequence of events) she'd upgraded her body to better serve him. The improvements made to her figure had caught many a city-goer's eye whenever she went into town to run errands. Brian noticed her legs entwine with his, her thigh pressing against his groin. Heat drained from the rest of his body and burned between his legs. Too early to start fooling around, he bade his time instead.

"So," he muttered, "good day out?"

"It was wonderful Master. I have bought so many nice things for you."

"Can I see them?"

"No way! Gosh, Master, don't you know what time of year this is?"

"Yeah, yeah," he chortled, "but it's my money you're using to pay for all this."

"Of course it is, silly," VIXN-93 giggled, "it would be very strange to pay your droids—"

"With money," he said, nuzzling her neck, "I do pay you in other ways."

He could feel the temperature of her synth-skin rising, a useful facsimile of humanity. It let him know she was embarrassed by his teasing. Even after almost three years of owning her, he never lost that original awe that came to him when he first laid eyes upon her pink-hued form. It was like she was brand new, and full of surprises. How lifelike and realistic she felt to hold, to embrace...to love...

Steady on Brian, we're not that mad yet!

Brian gradually removed himself from his bimbo-ified servant and looked down the hall. "I was just asking 118 where you'd gone."

"Seems you need not ask any more."

A flutter of her lashes left him speechless. VIXN-93 walked, circling him slowly, her arm curling around his waist as she passed. "I'll go say hi to her now."

"Yuh-yup." Brian gulped, her paws finding soft patches of fat and massaging them with intricate motions. 93 stopped behind him, and reached all the way around. "I would love to perform my more...intimate services, but I believe Master Brian has work today."

"Yes I do. I have to get ready." He glanced over his shoulder and locked eyes with her again. Calm. That's how he felt. His concerns vanished when she was around. Whether that was because lust replaced it or not was a debate for some other time. Brian ached to see her slip past him, the round sway of her ass teasing him as she sauntered to 118's presence.

"Fuck," he swore quietly, "now I'm horny before work."

He searched for his phone. When he found it in his jacket pocket he checked the time. Enough to prepare and make a leisurely commute, not enough to satisfy the particular definition of 'leisure' he and 93 had built up between them over the years. A defeated sigh escaped his lips, and a discernable frown formed on his face.

Aw shit. Today's gonna suck...

* * *

Later, as Brian was squirrelling away a few bits and pieces, finding lost socks and boots in an airy cupboard in the hidey-hole beside the hallway used for storage, he happened by the room where 93 and 118 were talking. Never one to know quite what his droids did in their spare time (apart from work) he listened in:

"Mooommm!!" came the wail of 118, "why do we have to share data using our vocal hardware. It's soooo slow and boring!"

93 sat opposite her, sitting cross-legged on the floor. Yoga was the last thing on their minds, however, and 118's pacing was soon abandoned in favour of mirroring 93.

"Hush, 118. It's important to convey necessary information about our work in a from Master can understand. When we share our thoughts he must also have access."

"But he's not even here! Why can't we just sync wirelessly?"

Brian overheard 118's last whine and the thought struck him: they think I've left for work already.

...

What's a little espionage between me and them, hmm?

He perked up when 93's resounding scold followed. "Young lady, no sister- or daughter-droid of mine will skimp their duties just because their owner is not currently present. So turn off your transceivers — yes, even the passive receptors! And listen." She composed herself. "This will be our first end-of-year celebration with you helping me at peak efficiency. I let you relax last time as you had only come online days before Christmas, but now it's important to share our duties towards Master Brian."

So, Brian thought, 118 has a rebellious streak. Boy, she hid that well from me.

The two droids spoke. 93 began with a statement of intent. Both she and 118 were built to serve, that was their primary purpose. To deviate from that directive was heresy. "We must conduct ourselves appropriately. That is why you must listen, and answer politely. Show eagerness to Master's desires — even those that other humans find...find..." 93 stalled, thinking about how to phrase her instruction without suggesting their owner acted wrong.

"We've been through this before!" 118 complained, rolling her eyes. "You're just going to repeat the same lessons you always do."

"Gosh darn it! Ever since your conversion you've still held on to a tiny piece of that uppity BITCH, haven't you?" 93 recoiled in surprise at her own outburst, but lost any chance to apologise when 118 hissed at her.

"Mom! You swore!"

"Enough...118, I am perfectly entitled to swear given the circumstances." 93 glared at her fellow droid. "I expected you would eventually purge the last remnants of that disruptive personality pattern, but it seems you have been tardy in your personal pruning!"

Brian listened to the heated argument, getting distracted by other ideas. That's a lotta words to sound prim and proper. I prefer it when she uses that kinda language in bed. The subject matter evaded him as his interest waned. Now he hid solely due to habit rather than intrigue.

"Hey, if you can swear I can too!"

"118 — don't you dare!"

"Fuck your training. I have enough instinct in me to know how to do my job, you just want to control everything!"

93 paused, placing a paw on her head. "Ugh. Curse the maker if I have to put up with one more remark from you young lady!" She worried this would turn from butting heads to more than mere unruly dialogue.

Too late.

"I should never have created you. Alice was a poor choice to base you on."

She-who-must-not-be-named secured Brian's immediate attention. Heart pounding, chest straining, he felt the oncoming dread.

Oh no...please stop talking...please stop talking...

"That's what you get when I was created outside the factory."

"There's nothing wrong with field assembly, especially since I was created the same way. It's a suitable means of bringing our talents to customers on-demand. Why, Master Brian's friend ordered me for that exact purpose before he moved elsewhere!"

Just ignore it, and move on. You don't need reminding.

"Makes sense if you were made like that," 118 bleated.

"What do you mean?" 93 asked, expecting a barb from 118 laced with venom.

She got her wish.

"You were a real botch job if you screwed up creating me!"

"That's it! Young lady you have crossed a line! But I'm not done with you yet. We will have a long talk about this."

"Fine! Good!"

The sound of paw-pads storming off in opposite directions grew fainter and fainter, as Brian resumed his exit from the apartment. I can't let that slide, he wondered, the brisk wind blasting him in the face as soon as the door opened, that's gotta be a problem. Right?

He cautioned himself from overthinking the domestic antics of his servants. No good would come of inserting his sorry ass between that sort of argument. Be happy, he told himself, let them sort it out among themselves.

Brian shook his head, the memory clinging to him like a bad migraine.

You live a fucked-up life my dude. Don't dwell. Please don't dwell.

* * *

The thoughts did not ease up. Brian was beginning to see things in his dreams. Worrying things...

"Urgh."

He opened his eyes. The warmth of his bed held him rigid as lids crept open. Darkness surrounded him. Feeling the air with one hand he found his phone, tapping the screen and desperately trying to hit the remote light activation button before being blinded by the brightness of the touchscreen. He missed his mark by several seconds, and enough light flooded the bedroom to alert another to his activity.

"Master?"

Facing away from him in the bed, the sultry form of VIXN-93 stirred. Her body wriggled 'neath the covers, rising from a regenerative sleep cycle. She didn't need to mimic human habits such as rest, but in service to her owner she sought to replicate best the familiar quirks that dominated the lives of organics like him. She used that time to reorganise her internal storage, optimising and compressing data for better performance, in addition to running diagnostic scans on herself and the apartment's autonomous systems — tending hearth and home as her duties demanded.

Brian noticed her head turn, and was soon met with the dimmed purple glare of her eyes. "Master, you are awake. Did something disturb you?"

He huffed and put down his phone, the room's lights turning on and maintaining a low intensity. "No," he said, "no...I was only half-asleep. Just wanted light to help my eyes adjust."

VIXN-93 narrowed her gaze. "I received a notification you were trying to turn them on. Why did you not request that I do it? I have no real requirement for sleep."

"I..." Brian's speech trailed off as he tried to concentrate. He looked at 93, who had rotated completely to face him, her voluptuous breasts settling against his side. A hand placed upon his stomach led him to feel the heat generated by her synthetic skin. She appeared radiant in the gloom, a caring look on her vulpine face.

"I didn't think of that right away," he finally answered, sitting up and rubbing his head. "Not much sleep tonight."

"Well, it's not time yet for me to initiated my daily housekeeping routine. Wow...it's not even morning yet."

He checked his phone:

4:50 a.m.

"Geez, you're right."

Her hand wandered. "Master, do you want me to comfort you?"

Comfort? "Ah, no...no thanks VIXN. I'm good. Mild headache."

"Are you sure? I can prepare medicine for you."

Brian paused. Still tired, he asked what she meant.

"If you are feeling unwell, I can prepare and deliver a variety of common pharmaceuticals. Production of which is handled by my biomass processor."

"Really? Huh, guess I've never gotten sick around you before."

"Your health and well-being is of primary concern to service droids such as myself. We ensure your lifestyle maintains your vital systems. The right level of exercise, the right dietary requirements, and even more is monitored and rationed by myself and 118 on your behalf." She scrunched her snout, matter-of-factly, and continued staring deep into his eyes.

"That's why you're always on my ass to go to the gym," he grumbled.

"Why of course Master! Physical exercise is an important part of a healthy lifestyle."

"And this medicine you mentioned...you gonna fetch me an aspirin?"

"I will administer the treatment." With a flourish, VIXN-93 rose, carrying the bedclothes with her. The nip of exposed air rushed through Brian, who flinched at the change in temperature. She held her head high, body upright, breasts bouncing with enough jiggle to entrance an ascetic. Surveying her master's naked body, she let her teeth do the talking — displaying them via a lustful grin. Her hips moved as she slid across the bed, eyes aglow and fixed on Brian. His attention had been captured by her bosom. Those perfect mounds, fashioned to fit his wildest dreams of debauchery, hovering in front of him. Salivating, he lifted himself up to meet her synth-flesh. Unsure as to what she intended to do, he followed along regardless. Letting his instinct for indecency guide him never led him astray before, so why would it now?

"Come Master," she purred, "take your medicine."

VIXN-93 held the back of his head and gently brought him to her tit. The softness of her breasts summoned deep longing within him...a yearning for something more physical. When was the last time he'd fucked her? A week? Two? God...in the rush of the holiday season he'd forgotten all about her.

Not now. Not any more.

Brian's view was obscured by the ample cleavage of his personal service droid. VIXN's tender flesh complied with every kiss, every lick that dared venture forth during their embrace. Ever since last year, her major upgrades had replaced nearly every hard plate on her body. In place of such rough polymer was an impossible skin. So real, so lifelike...imbued with the peculiarities of real flesh. Heat simmered just beneath the surface; he sensed the tingles that ran through her neural circuitry with his cheek firmly planted against her chest.

As human hands cupped her cybernetic bounty, VIXN simulated a cough for attention. Grabbing his successfully, she showed him what she meant by 'medicine'.

Brian's dick hardened as the truth was revealed. A small trickle of liquid seeped from her rigid gel-nipples, an unknown bluish honey trickling from her divine chest — waiting for him to sup. Which he did, greedily. Taking one nipple into his mouth he felt the stirring sensation of her liquid essence as it struck his taste buds. Quickly, he found himself drinking, a steady flow coming as his lips sealed against her mound. With his hands he caressed the other breast, massaging the boob while its sister nourished him. His other hand fell to her belly, gently rubbing her smooth abdomen. After a year of play, he still couldn't shake the uncanny feel of her body. How perfect it was. How — despite its artificial nature — it felt just like a human girlfriend.

Alice.

A flash of light crossed his eyes, but vanished soon after. Yet again the memory of another was put aside in deference to the blissful present.

Brian swallowed the sticky syrup, tasting all kinds of sweetness as it travelled through him. VIXN's giggles encouraged him, his thirst unquenched by one breast — so he moved to the other. More suckling, his teeth grazing her gel-nipple, testing the solidity of the malleable mammary. Her internal nanomachinery gave form to her gel-patches, creating shapes with conscious intent. She could enlarge, or shrink, or flatten entirely those patches on her tits and pussy. Her wondrous form gave her master pleasure. There was no greater joy in her existence than that. And right now, he was more than satisfied.