Roommate's X-Mas Present

"I...I guess he did."

Awesome present. Best Christmas ever?

It's certainly up there.

Only now did he catch sight of the big red ribbon decorating her head, tied in a pretty bow. Actually, only now was her appearance truly beginning to sink in. Her form, her figure, her slender beauty.

She...uhm...is quite attractive. For...errhhm...a robot...

...

Yep. Best Christmas ever.

She stood five feet tall, a light pink colouration over most of her body. White highlights were present around joints or in areas of solid resin and carbon fibre. The synthetic vixen's 'skin' (if you could call it that) was marked all over with thin lines, hairline gaps between sections of her artificial exterior. Little patterns decorated parts of her; none too big or unsightly, but reaffirming her manufactured origin all the same. This exoskeleton, this carapace, was soft in most places, hard in some. This much could be told from how her body looked in motion — the minor adjustments she made while standing still sent subtle ripples coursing over fine-tuned muscles. Her figure, despite obvious differences to a human, looked so real, so life-like.

He saw her smile, the upturned corner of her muzzle growing broad. Yes, she was...she was...

"I, uhm, Ms. VIXN—"

She gasped and clapped her hands over her mouth. "Oh Master, there's no need to address me so formally!"

"Sorry, I—"

"No! Don't apologise! It's wonderful you respect me like that, but I'm quite okay with you calling me just 'VIXN'. Or servant. Or 'you there'!" she chuckled. Brian wasn't sure if she was being serious, or just coy with him.

"Okay then. VIXN. I suppose that means you're a fox?"

"A fox? Why yes. It is kinda in the name! VIXN...vixen..." she said, her angelic voice caressing Brian's hearing.

Her face and head were shaped into a muzzle, with matching ears and eyes shining a vibrant, entrancing purple. When she spoke her lips parted to reveal a maw of dazzling teeth, behind which lay a flexible tongue, and a realistic throat that led all the way down to VIXN-93's artificial innards. The lack of a tail left the rest of her body more in line with ordinary humans, except for her hands and feet, which took the form of dexterous paws: hands slender with tender gel-pads on the ends of her fingers, feet digitigrade and bearing jagged pink claws. Were they sharp, or just for show? Brian kept his mouth shut, there was always time for questions later.

Her appearance made her a fox in more ways than one. Naked she stood, her body exposed, no shame holding her back. Why would she hide herself? Why should she hide herself? No-one expected droids to be clothed. Her feminine form may be a bit on the saucy side, more than a lot of other types of humanoid robots, but if she was at home serving her master was modesty really a concern? Brian's eyes travelled down from her pretty face, noticing two nicely-sized breasts adorning her chest. A keen eye could see them bob slightly when she moved, the semblance of real flesh reaching an uncanny level. To protect what little modesty she had, it seems her manufacturers had neglected to install nipples. Instead, plain circles, composed of the same gelatinous material he'd noticed elsewhere, acted as smooth aureolae. As if that counted as decent! Between her legs was concealed as well, this time beneath a hard plastic casing — the pattern of seams giving the appearance of underwear. This reminded him of the skimpiest censorship of nude women in media.

Thinking important thoughts, Brian pondered: is her butt this gorgeous?

When she shifted stance again whilst his eyes were fixed on her feet, he caught a glimpse of the soft pads underneath. Everything she did continually added to her allure. Again his gaze wandered back up along her body. The noise of VIXN-93 clearing her throat pulled Brian away from his examination of her hourglass figure. "Ahem." She waggled her head, shaking the ribbon bow. "Aren't you going to open your Christmas present? Make it official?"

Her master laughed. He approached her, arms out, fingers delicately tugging at the red fabric. The knot came apart in his hands. Brian let the material fall, brushing against her back and sliding over her shapely rear on its way down. "Merry Christmas," she purred. She was now his.

I got me a smokin' hot fox ladybot. Merry Christmas indeed!

It took a while for Brian to compose himself after stepping back. Part of him was still a shy schoolboy, memories of avoiding girls fresh in his mind, though they were many years old. He coughed awkwardly, trying to avoid meeting her gaze as she looked at him dotingly. "Are...are you cold?" he asked. Cursing his stupidity (she's a robot, moron) he quickly followed up with another question:

"What, uh, what can you do? I've never owned a droid before."

"Aww, don't be nervous Master. I am here to serve."

"I know, I know. It's just that you're very...distracting."

She smiled, turning away sheepishly. She mouthed the words 'thank you'.

"I can feel by the way."

"Really?"

"How else am I going to function as well as a human? Dh'oy."

"Well you certainly look as well as a human," he joked.

VIXN-93 glanced down at her body. "Gee," she said, "I suppose I do look great."

"Ahem—ack—yeah, so back to my question: what do you or can you do?"

His robotic servant was more than keen to elaborate on her many uses, housekeeping chief among them. Brian would never want for a clean apartment again. Catering was another notable duty she had so willingly assigned to herself, and his belly rumbled in eager anticipation of delicious home-cooked meals. There were more. Actually a lot more, and Brian was beginning to regret his asking.

"...and that's not including my mental acuity," she beamed, pleased with her impressive repertoire of skills.

"Uh-huh," he nodded.

"While I am a fully-autonomous cybernetic being with a huge amount of computing power inside me, interpersonal vocal communication is not the only way to harness this power. Holographic projections for example..."

She turned her head. Her eyes radiated a blinding brightness, stunning Brian before she focused the beams into a clear strip of light. In the middle of the room a purple-tinged hologram materialised. It was a VIXN model like herself, adopting a set of different poses. "Part of my line's catalogue," she explained. Brian mumbled an acknowledgement, his gaze occupied with the shining miniature. VIXN-93 moved her head, allowing the hologram to walk across the floor, strutting, with a sensual and feminine gait.

"That is impressive!"

The figure vanished. VIXN-93's eyes dimmed.

"And I also have legacy support for monitors and other peripheral devices."

"Wait, do you mean you can plug yourself into a screen and show...like...an old-school graphical user interface? With a mouse and keyboard too?"

"Yes!"

"That's awesome. I think."

"From what I gather about humans, this mode of interaction is quite archaic."

"It is, but I'm sure I'd like to try it."

"I'll keep that in mind, Master." She reached out and put her hands on his. Brian looked up and smiled. She returned the favour.

"Is there anything you can't do?"

She laughed. Brian looked a little annoyed.

"No, I mean really: is there anything you can't do? You haven't come with like...a manual or anything."

"Oh. Ohhh! Sorry master, I though you were making a joke." She pondered, a single finger pressed to her lips. "Well I'm sure there's lots off the top of my head I can't do. You wouldn't see my kind performing heavy manual labour of course!"

Grinning, she continued: "although, it's not just work I'm good at Master. There's plenty of other roles I am capable of fulfilling."

"What do you mean?"

"I am equipped to provide comprehensive emotional support services. A shoulder to cry on when you hit hard times. A friend to talk to. Someone to snuggle up to when times are dark. As a sapient intelligence it comes naturally, as if we were both human." She looked away. There was a hint of mischief in her electronic eyes.

"The provision of more intimate personal support is also available. Especially ones suited to your...needs," she ended her sentence with a giggle.

Her master raised a curious eyebrow. "What do you mean by 'intimate personal support'?"

The droid's muzzle curled into a seductive smile. She stood straight and breathed a pleasant sigh. The area on her chest where nipples should've been reshaped, the gel-like substance coalescing into prominent nubs of synthetic flesh, completing her breasts. Similarly, the area between her legs reconfigured; the tough material cover retracted into her body, and the same nanite gel lining was exposed to the elements. It adopted and refined the form of a woman's most precious parts, settling into the shape of a soft, heavenly entrance. Other minor changes occurred across her body, dialling up the physical attractiveness. Brian was left gobsmacked, staring at the rapidly beautifying droid.

"I...uhm," Brian laughed nervously as the gorgeous robot vixen eyed him up, the tent in his pants a sign of his own body's hopefulness.

VIXN-93 spoke, this time sculpting the words with enhanced, pillowy lips:

"Allow me to start the tutorial."

* * *

Springs creaked and cracked under the strain of supporting two full persons on a small single bed. The laboured breathing of the sole organic being echoed through the room and out the partially-open door, his naked body glistening with sweat — hunched forward, hips bucking in rapid carnal embrace. VIXN-93 squealed as he thrust, her pleasure sensors working overtime to flood her system with ecstatic sensation. She felt every precise motion in his body, every gasp of air, every infinite instant of their lovemaking in perfect clarity. She threw her head back as he fucked her doggy-style, his body straining against her expensive exterior.

"Yes...oh...M-M-Master!"

She stared back at Brian with desperate 'fuck me' eyes, begging for him to push deeper, harder...

"VI—" her master lacked the pure strength of will to muster together a sentence. His moans accompanied hers in the cacophony of their intimate encounter.

"Nnnggh!" He could feel his member sliding up-and-down her warm passage, being massaged as he forced himself in further and further. Her insides were wonderful, they caressed his tender shaft, sucking him in, enticing him deeper and deeper. Her body was soft and smooth to the touch, even the areas he thought would be rough or composed of hard plastic — there was something about them that made it seem natural. He reached in front of his sexual servant and cupped her synthetic breasts, pinching her rock-hard gel-nipples sending waves of pleasure pulsing through the robot vixen.

His droid let her mouth hang agape. It wasn't idle for long as Brian came up to her neck, nibbling her shoulders then coaxing a kiss from her plump lips. She mashed her mouth against his, slippery, drooling. "V-Vuh—" he began as he pulled away, but she silenced him with another kiss.

"D-Don't talk..."

Their bodies writhed. The room heated up, Brian's sweat dripping as he exerted himself. VIXN-93 had no such physical limitations, but her design made her adopt a similar mental attitude to exercise (to better adjust to human interaction). She smooshed her soft, bubbly ass into his groin, eager to fill herself as much as possible. Her motor system told her she should be growing tired, so she obliged it, quickening her pace to bring her master to orgasm.

Brian gasped, inhaling vast quantities of air to fuel his relentless action. But it — like all good things — would end.

Her legs clamped him tight, foot-paws slapping her master's butt as he made shallow thrusts in spite of her leg-lock. Close now. Very close.

"Aggh...FUCK!"

Brian bent over sharply and suddenly. He came hard, his muscles spasming, causing VIXN-93 to fight this involuntary onslaught. She pushed herself backwards, sitting up and forcing him down onto the bed. Brian groaned as he ejaculated, body jerking, his seed spraying wildly, coating her insides with his hot goo. Now in reverse cowgirl, and with a belly fast filling with cum, VIXN-93's body responded in kind. Her clawed toes curled as pleasure circuits fired, her synthetic orgasm blasting through her delicate frame. She gripped bundles of bedsheets, screaming as release took her. Her cries filled the room, and her master bucked his last, his voice joining hers.

She'd wanted to make a good impression. It was clear to her now she went above and beyond; she had made an amazing impression.

Exhausted, and very much satisfied, Brian and his robotic servant cuddled, basking in the splendid warmth of the afterglow. Embracing turned to canoodling, passions still burning strong and affording them a period of extra-sensitive touch. Their hold finally gave way to sleep, tiredness overwhelming the pair. For Brian this had been quite a day. Something which he would be eternally thankful for. As he slipped from consciousness all his thoughts aligned, and he had but one thing to say to himself:

John, buddy, wherever you are you're a god-damned motherfucking legend!

* * *

Later that night, VIXN-93 lay deep in slumber, her master holding her tight, his body pressed against hers in the wee hours of the darkness. The experience of their coupling etched into her memory banks, static, irremovable. She felt at home, and with purpose. The pleasures of domestic servitude held their allure, strong in her mind.

While she slept, she had the time to run her final self-diagnostic — to ensure everything was and will remain in working order. There were vague, fleeting thoughts and feelings within, sparks of some former life polluting her mind. This wouldn't do. She couldn't go about her business with fragmented memory, it needed to be fixed...

Log messages scrawled across her subconscious during the night, informing the sleeping droid that her system was repairing:

Analysing memory block: 24343 of 13576787653 Eb.

Analysing memory block: 24344 of 13576787653 Eb.

Analysing memory block: 24345 of 13576787653 Eb.

Checking neural linkages...

ID 'John' is not recognised, no valid mapping to system personality found.

Unknown data encountered, may be corrupted!

Running clean-up...

Removing corrupted files.