Rebooted: A Boom-Boom Joint (5/4+epilogue)

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Re: Rebooted: A Boom-Boom Joint (3/5)

Post by Propman » Sat Sep 10, 2016 2:31 am

Someone once said that a hangover is a lesson, not a sickness. Boom-Boom, whose artificial hangover had vanished without a trace, was likely unable to take that lesson seriously. She lay comfortably spread out on a wooden lounger beside Wormwood’s pool, sipping a rum cocktail from a coconut shell and exposing her synthetic skin to the late-afternoon sun. Mel, still recovering from her own manufactured hangover, was sitting at the edge of the pool, singing quietly, her bare feet splashing in the water.

“You two are ridiculous,” Chad exclaimed, looking at his robot friends. “You don’t actually tan, you don’t need alcohol, you–”

“Gimme a break, assface.” With a scowl, Boom-Boom reluctantly set aside her drink. “I’ve been through a lot recently. I was stressed today. It’s ‘treat yourself’ time. Got it?”

“Not really?” a curious Chad half-spoke, half-asked. “But I guess a human would need some R&R too, so who am I–”

“I meant have you got my GUN, fool,” Boom-Boom chuckled. Chad nodded and passed Boom-Boom her Glock 34. She gracefully snatched it and effortlessly loaded it with one hand. With a grin, she aimed it straight at Chad. He smiled sheepishly.

“You’re right. I wouldn’t,” Boom-Boom said somewhat tenderly, lowering the weapon. “You should scram now, things might get hot.” She paused and added: “Well–hot for ME. See? B-B’s thinkin’ about your safety. You get out of here too, babe,” she told Mel.

“What will you be doing?” Chad asked curiously.

“Drinkin’,” she said, smiling smugly and raising her coconut. “Listen, don’t worry about–well, you SHOULD worry about me, but I’m not riskin’ much. At worst, Wormwood breaks me and kicks us out. I AM breakable, but bein’ a robot gives me an advantage. I can get over it. You can’t.”

“Do you think it’s likely? Your getting hurt, I mean,” Chad inquired. He was reassured to see Boom-Boom tempering her usual cockiness a little.

“Shit, homie, I’m just guessin’. Who am I, Spock? Fine–Boom-Boom calculates she got a 40.9% chance of NOT gettin’ her ass busted. I’ma be honest: you an’ Mel are probably gonna be okay unless shit goes really wrong.”

Somewhat calmed by Boom-Boom’s words, Chad grudgingly departed, Mel at his side. Boom-Boom remained seated on the lounger, sipping her drink as she watched the others disappear into the mansion. Then she checked her Glock, stretched her legs out again and donned a pair of sunglasses.

After a short while, a large shadow blocked the sun. Boom-Boom didn’t flinch, nor did she aim her Glock. Instead, she grinned coolly and rather deliberately set the weapon aside, as if making very clear that she had disarmed.

“Magdalene! Great to see ya up an’ running. You gotta try these drinks–this one’s a raspberry mojito! I thought it was a girly drink, but it’s really refreshin’, you know? Mel made it... I don’t think you’ve met Mel.”

“No.” The seven-foot-tall, platinum-blonde musclewoman coldly turned her head. “Last time you and I met, we fought to the death.”

“Yeah… water under the bridge. We cool?”

Wormwood put her hands on her hips. She was already dressed for battle, wearing a video-game-like fighting uniform consisting of little more than a few leather straps. “When a random robot bitch takes over your club, runs her protection racket in your territory, kills you, and then has the nerve to lie down in your backyard and act like it never happened…”

Boom-Boom put her hands behind her head, leaned back and kept grinning.

“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t smash you into a pile of useless electronics, you insane trollop,” Wormwood demanded.

“I can give you five reasons.” Boom-Boom put two fingers in her mouth. “Mmmmf.” Taking them out, she muttered, “The hell, I can’t whistle? Fuck, I probably need to shell out $4.99 for that feature. I have a tongue, lips...”

Wormwood raised an eyebrow.

“GUYS, CONSIDER YOURSELF ALARMED,” Boom-Boom called out, not losing her smug countenance. “CHANGE OF PLANS.” She delicately reached for her Glock.

“You know,” Wormwood said calmly, “this body won’t be stopped by a mere handgun.” She cracked her powerful-looking knuckles.

“Eh.” Boom-Boom murmured. “I thought I’d shoot you in the eye, weaken your depth perception an’ damage your head a little–then push you in the pool, counting on a serious short-circuit. That’d take you out, girl. Maybe even permanently.” She let out the whole plan in one breath, her smug mood unchanged.

Wormwood found herself a bit intimidated, but also a bit interested. “I have a backup copy of myself,” she muttered.

“A backup that ain’t you. The Magdalene I’m talking to will be pretty much dead. Also,” Boom-Boom added, “I see the quads have arrived.” Wormwood turned to see a crew of four identical bald muscular thugs hustling across the grounds toward them. She wasn’t sure what to make of the sight.

"Magdalene,” Boom-Boom nodded, “meet Ernie, Bert, Grover, and Elmo. They don't have much personality, but–eh, as a robot like them, I try to be an accommodating employer. I'm not against them havin' a personal life. Maybe some day one of them will befriend a sweet li’l kid an’ learn the true meaning of Christmas. But right now, my gang is mostly into delivering hurt. An’ not thinkin’ very hard.”

“If you want to kill me, bitch–DO IT!” Wormwood bared her white teeth and stepped back, assuming a fighting stance. “Woman vs. woman, gynoid vs. gynoid.”

“Mags... Can I call you Mags?”

“Not if you want to live.”

“So, Mags. If I wanted you dead, I’d steal your software from the lab, or sleep with your girlfriend and make her reprogram you, or tell Chad to sabotage you midway through bein’ fixed. No, Mags–the reason I have strategically planned this conversation, with guns and bodyguards an’ shit, is that even if I beat you once, I’m still scared as hell of you.”

Wormwood smiled with unexpected surprise and a little pride but did not relax her combat stance. “Go on,” she addressed Boom-Boom. “Talk. Maybe I’ll listen.”

“Well,” Boom-Boom reached for her coconut shell, “the way I see it is this. We’re both stone-cold sexy gynoids, good at bein’ bad. Kindred spirits.”

“Hah! You and I have nothing in common, Boom-Boom. ...Boom-Boom, what a ridiculous name.”

“Says the lady named after a BUSH,” Boom-Boom smirked.

“THE GREAT COMET WORMWOOD IS THE HARBINGER OF ARMAGEDDON!” Wormwood shouted. Boom-Boom guessed she must have heard her surname insulted a few times too many. Who knew; maybe Dorothy had picked that name for her specifically so she would have something to get mad about? Either way, for the moment this woman needed to calm down. Boom-Boom nodded at Elmo. The big guy put a hand on Wormwood’s shoulder.

“Relax, girl,” said Boom-Boom. “Neither of us chose these names. Well–I chose the names for the boys, but it took me a few days.”

“How… creative.” Wormwood mumbled. “I see you have ambitious taste in quality TV.”

Boom-Boom laughed. “Anyway, what I wanna say is that it’s in our interest as badasses to talk shit through. I mean, we COULD fight, right? Deal pain, get damaged, have our synthetic skin torn away... an’ be rebuilt again, and again and again, right? So, how about we just skip this boring bullshit, cut to the chase, an’ talk like the normal, civilized adult human beings we are.”

Wormwood relaxed a little bit. “I do enjoy dealing pain…” she began in a low voice.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. You’re a pansexual pervert robot dominatrix, an’ I respect that. But–Mags?” Boom-Boom for the first time sat upright on the lounger. “Don’t you think you’re also somethin’ more?” She passed the raspberry mojito to Wormwood.

“So, Boom-Boom,” Wormwood took the drink and sat down on a second lounger. It creaked a little under her weight. “What do you wish to say, in your uniquely polite manner?”

“Well, at first I was thinkin’ of a truce. But then I started thinking of how similar you an’ I are, and I thought about a fusion: of Wormwood Capital and Boom-Boom Ltd. To make it simple: the reason I kinda planned this conversation–had Chad bring the guys and my gat, set stuff up here at the pool, had Mel make good drinks, threatened you an’ royally pissed you off–is that I wanna work for you.”

Wormwood sipped her raspberry mojito and nodded. “An interesting idea.”

“I thought you’d do a spit-take!” Boom-Boom grinned. “Am I that predictable?”

“I can’t spit, like you can’t whistle,” Wormwood explained in a surprisingly polite tone. She swept her blonde hair off her forehead. “And I am, in fact, hugely relieved. I woke up about half an hour ago. My slaves brought me up to speed on you, and I thought you were going to throw me out of my own house. Maybe even–”

“What?”

Wormwood hesitated. “Maybe even replace me. My girls… love me. But as a robot, I am… expendable. It’s an alpha female thing.”

“Yeah.” Boom-Boom grinned. “But in this case, the alpha female decided she wants to let the beta live. It’s simple, Mags: you get to keep your toys, your money, your life. But I get a piece o’ the power, an’ the underworld influence, dig? We decide important shit together. We’re partners. But it’s Boom-Boom who gets the last word.”

Wormwood thought it over. “You know… flying solo nearly got me killed. By you. And ever since I switched to this more muscular body, certain old acquaintances HAVE become harder to work with. Maybe…”

“We’re gonna split any profits evenly,” Boom-Boom promised. “After you get me back the ten grand you owe me for moral losses an’ busting up my club.”

Wormwood was also programmed as a financial manager–which was how, with Dorothy’s programming and guidance, she had first undertaken to become a mob boss. “Fine. I can live with that.” Wormwood raised her drink. “To new partnership.”

“Yeah.”

“This is... really good. Do you want to lend me Mel so that she could give Pennsylvania the recipe?”

“We’ll see.” Boom-Boom waved her four bodyguards away from the scene. “Mags, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship. ...Or maybe even more.” She eyed Wormwood’s perfectly sculpted abs.

Boom-Boom pulled out her phone and let out a sigh as she dialed. Then: “Chad, honey. Or whatever you are, yeah. Y’all come back–we got the place, an’ there’s some explainin’ to do. ...Again.”

As her creator-slash-boyfriend-slash-whatever walked onto the scene, still a little confused, Boom-Boom nodded gently and smiled coolly. She’d given enough. It was time to take the last word.

“Now, Chad–y’all are gonna see why copying my personality woulda been the biggest mistake ever. ‘Cause there’s only room in this town… for two of us.” She clapped a hand on Wormwood’s shoulder, firmly expressing the new union.

Then Boom-Boom broke into a warm grin. Chad was kind of cute when he was staring in disbelief. Talk about her surprising him every day.

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Re: Rebooted: A Boom-Boom Joint (4/5)

Post by australopith » Thu Sep 15, 2016 8:56 am

Anyone still reading? Prop and I have had so much fun with this... there's just the epilogue left to tie up a few loose ends.

While the story hasn't been as action-centric or sexy as some of our others, we've really enjoyed reestablishing these characters.

We've got a bunker-buster of a Contessa story up next–but B-B deserves your love! (And the fact that Mel's cheerfully pointing a pistol at me has absolutely nothing to do with that statement.)

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Re: Rebooted: A Boom-Boom Joint (4/5)

Post by DukeNukem 2417 » Thu Sep 15, 2016 9:44 am

Apologies for not posting sooner.....so far, I've loved every word of what I've read. 8)
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Re: Rebooted: A Boom-Boom Joint (4/5)

Post by australopith » Thu Sep 15, 2016 11:07 am

Thanks so much! As the creator of B-B's alternate-universe equivalent–the awesome Brittney Delacroix–your word is much appreciated!

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Re: Rebooted: A Boom-Boom Joint (4/5)

Post by --NightBattery-- » Thu Sep 15, 2016 12:12 pm

I love it too D:
It is just that it is the middle of the week here in busy Battery town. And haven't found a moment to give proper love.

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Re: Rebooted: A Boom-Boom Joint (4/5)

Post by Propman » Fri Sep 16, 2016 9:20 am

Evening brought a slight chill to the air; for the first time that fall, Dorothy pushed a log into the mansion’s big fireplace and fussed to get it alight, squatting on the rug alongside.

“Hey, D,” Jessica strolled through the room and leaned on the couch, cheerfully calling out to Dorothy. “Making it warm so we can cuddle, huh?”

Fumbling with the log and a match, her friend didn’t seem to respond.

“Hey, rival,” Jessica tried again, this time flashing a mischievous grin. “I’ll beat you to Wormwood’s bedroom. She’s gonna spank the winner REAL bad. And the loser worse.” Jess exuberantly shook her fists in the air as if firing herself up to dash out of the room. She clearly hoped Dorothy would catch the spirit and follow. But Dorothy remained silent, or otherwise occupied with the fireplace.

“Hey, you can spank ME if you want. ...D?” A little concerned now, the robot ambled over to the young human programmer. “Okay, subroutine 8B99-2 says something's wrong.” She wrapped her arms consolingly around Dorothy and absently nuzzled her. “I’m just gonna keep doing this till you vent. I wouldn’t be your rival if I didn’t give a shit. D…?”

“It's–it's nothing, Jessica…” Dorothy hung her head.

“Uh-huh,” Jessica sighed. “And I'm a Dalek.” She held Dorothy silently for a moment, then gave her one more affectionate little squeeze. She didn’t expect the sadness until it poured out.

“It’s five years today since my fiancee dumped me, okay?” Dorothy frustratedly shook her head. “He–he got creeped out with how I spent all my spare time programming. ‘You're just getting weirder and weirder,’ he said. ‘And half the time you're going on about girls–’ I reminded him I was bi, but it didn't help. He was convinced I'd build a lover and leave him. So..."

"D?" Jessica was genuinely worried now. The flames, finally lit, slowly spread over the log.

"So HE left ME,” Dorothy continued. “...And so I built myself a lover. And my lover–well, that's how YOU got a job."

"D, move over." Jess gave Dorothy a comfy push, then plopped down on the rug beside her.

"Huh?" asked Dorothy.

"Something new,” Jess gently wrapped an arm around Dorothy and began to recline on the rug by the growing flame. “Let's just lie down in the warmth and not punish each other for awhile."

"Jess–don't kid me.”

"I'm not,” her red-haired friend replied. “Look–I'm telling my system that waiting on Wormwood's punishment is just a different kind of punishment. You know, self-deprivation. That keeps my subroutines satisfied. And then I can be normal when…” her voice broke in a most human manner. “When you need me to be normal."

Dorothy gave in and lay beside Jessica on the rug. "You're still sort of an extension of the lover I built,” she told her wistfully.

"Nobody's perfect, D,” Jess replied with a warm smirk.

"Yeah... I guess not,” grinned Dorothy. “I’m liking Boom-Boom even more than I thought I would, and that’s after she objected to being copied. And got her way on everything. And... is she moving in? I’m not even sure.”

“Gee, honey, our family’s growing,” Jess feigned the deep voice of an old-fashioned sitcom dad. “Gotta do something with those empty bedrooms… everyone already thinks they’re full of maids and sex slaves.”

“So they might as well be, is that it?” Dot laughed and drew closer. “Hey, rival…?”

"Yeah?"

"Want to make a mixtape?"

"Yeah,” said Jess. “But first we rest."

The fire crackled as the two held each other. -


And that's all she wrote. Thanks for your support, both spoken and unspoken.

While this story wasn't particularly full of action (in both meanings of the word), nor wild malfunctions, I still hope you, the readers enjoyed it. It was an opportunity for us to reboot our Boom-Boom, give her a robust supporting cast, and ready her for a multitude of new adventures.

Thanks to my friendship and collaboration with australopith (and other writers like Saya, DukeNukem2417, LongTimeLurker or artists like Battery) we have moved beyond fembot porn. We have some commercial plans for our stories and characters. In short, we want to show them to the wider audience (perhaps selling ebooks), but we'll definitely post more stories on the forums. Your support means a lot for us, and if you want to see something, we will definitely listen.

Boom-Boom has some adventures in the works, some in the US, but the adventure can take her to Mexico and elsewhere. Will she settle her boyfriend situation with Chad? Will a new fembot gangster appear to fill the void left by Boom-Boom's alliance with Wormwood? Will Mel's weird malfunction and memory issues resurface? And will Jess actually wear a dress for once?

And of course more adventures of Contessa will follow, including a whale of a tale titled "Sex and Violence", and at least two longer stories. After all, she is a part of a network of parks full of fantasy sleeper androids... it'd be a pity not to use them. And in the meantime, she will occasionally malfunction, tinker with her body... or baffle her friends and family.

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Re: Rebooted: A Boom-Boom Joint (5/4+epilogue)

Post by australopith » Fri Sep 16, 2016 9:36 am

Propman wrote:And in the meantime, she will occasionally malfunction, tinker with her body... or baffle her friends and family.
I'm baffled already, Prop! (-:

SO much fun telling these stories...!

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Re: Rebooted: A Boom-Boom Joint (5/4+epilogue)

Post by zerodin » Fri Sep 16, 2016 12:43 pm

Well I wish you luck on your non-porn ventures, but porn is the main reason to come to FC.
Nothing good lasts forever I suppose.

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Re: Rebooted: A Boom-Boom Joint (5/4+epilogue)

Post by --NightBattery-- » Fri Sep 16, 2016 8:56 pm

Well at least to me it inspires porny things.
we need soft core time to time too...

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Re: Rebooted: A Boom-Boom Joint (5/4+epilogue)

Post by australopith » Sat Sep 17, 2016 11:45 am

Well, the guys who are about to bring you a story called "Sex and Violence" can't NOT want to see some sexy stuff!
If these stories didn't "inspire porny thoughts" sometimes, we'd be failures. :cry:

But for me, to call any of the better stories here JUST porn is to be a little unfair to them–the best all feature tons of personailty, as well as technological oddity and interesting visions of the future (or of alternate worlds). "Porn" on a basic level is nothing more than showing sex–which any author could do, and which doesn't even need the great imagery and themes that so many here are adding.

That's why Prop and I hope we've gone beyond it–and why I think many of us ASFRers have, honestly. But it doesn't mean anyone's sensual scenes aren't good. At the bottom line, isn't a complex, more intricate character sexier, too?

It's why I'd rather imagine myself as a member of Brittney Delacroix's entourage, or a servant of Queen Elise, than just being Generic Lover A getting it on with Generic Lover B!

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Re: Rebooted: A Boom-Boom Joint (5/4+epilogue)

Post by Propman » Sat Sep 17, 2016 12:15 pm

Absolutely, we want to write about complicated women who happen to be robots (and have a sex life) rather than sex robots. This fetish is interesting because it envelops lots of various themes. Some, like transformation or loss of free will, don't turn me on, and that's okay, there are many great writers whose work I enjoy (like Silkscreen's labor of love, or Robotman's opus magnum about Mike and Tammy's adventures) even though I don't get aroused by it.

I did not use the word 'porn' to imply that it's all about sex. Actually, I count over two dozen stories of australopith and mine on the wiki, and only a few of them involved hm... "penetration". In some, I played with sex, in some I wanted to simply show some relationships between humans and robots - and many stories that seemed well-liked by the readers involved little sex.

And anyway, thanks a lot for everyone who bothered to read this story and was not afraid to comment on it.

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