R-Bots 5.0

[Karel]

Janey and Raasantira ate at the table in the kitchen, by candlelight, because no electrical lights were working. Janey didn’t think the dining room was appropriate. She considered reprogramming Raasantira to percieve the kitchen as the dining room, but decided against it: too much of that was already going on the android’s overtaxed computer core. In any case, Raasantira was oblivious to the mess and the broken, buttocks-bearing BonnieBot behind her. “She” was wearing one of Master’s sexier evening dresses, a low-cut white number that left little of the chest or legs to the imagination. RaniBot had redone its master-robot’s hair in layers, and now and again Raasantira would brush one out of its eyes and smile sweetly.

RaniBot glided into the room with dinner, “Chicken Cordon Bleu.” In front of Raasantira, it set a soupbowl full of black sludge, and a knife and fork. It gave Janey a raw potato. It had to process for a full minute before serving each “meal,” to bring up its pre-programmed instructions regarding something otherwise to be considered inedible. Halfway through the service, Raasantira made a noise of exasperation and began lifting up its sisterbot’s shirt to reprogram “her” again, but Janey waved it down. “It’s fine, really,” she said.

“Okay,” said Raasantira.

RaniBot then produced an old bottle for Gallo Brothers Merlot, fished out of the recycling bin and filled with black sludge. It poured a little bit into Raasantira’s Riedel glass. The former Rasany Two-C swirled it around, took in its “nose,” sipped it, and processed for a full two minutes before smiling and declaring it “Excellent.” RaniBot left the bottle and stood at attention in the corner of the room.

Raasantira poured herself a full glass of sludge. “Try this,” it said. “It’s a...” The android held to bottle over Janey’s glass, just short of pouring its contents in, though it was programmed to imagine doing so. The two sensory overrides played off each other in its simple computer brain. It held the bottle there for what seemed like forever, its sunny smile growing increasingly vapid. “......SEMNORA VALLEY...CAB-SAV...NINETEEN-EIGHTY-EIGHT...” The android snapped back into life and pulled back the bottle.

Janey feigned taking a sip. Raasantira took a big swig and giggled, some sludge dribbling down her chin. “Oh, I just love good wine,” it said.

“Yes, indeed,” replied Janey.

“It goes right to my head though,” said the robot, waving its head and arms wildly. “If I’m not careful you’re going to have to carry me out of here.” The voice was deep tones mixed in with pixie-dust enthusiasm, and, now, more than a bit of innuendo.

Janey cut off a slice of her raw potato and ate it. Raasantira took its knife and fork to the bowl of sludge set before it, and began making cutting motions in the liquid, splashing it around uselessly. There was a screeching sound as the knife banged and cut repeatedly into the fine china bowl. Raasantira had a grin on its face as its head shook back and forth with increasing intensity, its hair coming undone as it endlessly tried to cut the liquid. Drops of sludge sprayed out and stained landed on its caramel-coloured busom and white dress. The android’s expression remained the same even as it took on an ever more frenzied appearance.

Janey set down her cutlery, reached out and tried to say something to somehow stop the robot, but just as she opened her mouth Raasantira lifted its wet fork out of the bowl and brought it to its lips, as if it held a succulent piece of meat. Sludge dribbled all over everything now, completely down the front of the dress (which was ruined), between Raasantira’s breasts, onto the tablecloth. Raasantira’s soft lips closed around the metal prongs: the corners of its mouth turned up as its eyes sealed shut in a simulated expression of pleasure. “Mmmm,” it whispered. Its eyes opened, it perked up and turned around towards the island.

“My compliments to the chef!” it said into BonnieBot’s rump.

The gynobot remained slumped over and immobile.

Janey nervously pointed at the robot. “Um,” she said.

She interrupted Raasantira as it was taking a sip of “wine:” another spray of sludge spilled out, landing on the robot’s lap. There was a splash this time, as so much had already pooled there. “Mmmm?” it responded.

“You’ve, um,” said Janany, gesturing at the robot’s face and her own, “You’ve got a bit of...You’ve got some...”

“What? Where?” asked Raasantira. The lips were stained licorice black.

Janey reached forward and wiped her index finger across them.

“Oooh,” said Raasantira. Just before Janey could pull her finger away, the android grasped it between two of its own, and pulled it into its mouth.

Janey was shocked. Raasantira gently sucked on the finger, working its tounge over it, and stroked the hand. It slipped it out, closed Janey’s hand into a cup, and softly kissed the knuckles. Then it giggled.

Janey could feel the robot playing “footsie” with her under the table. When she tried to pull her foot away, Raasantira suddenly leaned over and planted a kiss on her lips. When she tried to open her mouth to speak, Raasantira’s tongue slipped inside. One hand stroked Janey’s hair and ears while the other frantically reached back to pull down the miniskirt: it was already stretched tightly over the dorsal control panel, and had now pulled over it to reveal the robot’s white plastic posterior. A set of black lace panties was stretched below the boxy panel, flapping loosely between the robot’s legs. It fumbled uselessly with the flap of the dress before pushing everything off the table and climbing on with its knees, and then countered Janey’s attempts to push away buy hugging the overbot tightly.

Janey had been so lonely since Master had stopped speaking to her. It finally occured to her that she had set this whole thing up. She gave in, and her own tongue slipped into the other android’s mouth.

[KingJeremy]

I really enjoy your writing style Karel. This storyline has me very intrigued to see where it's going to go next. Very well done sir.