Crash - Part 1
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Crash - Part 1
OK, I am finally trying my hand at some fembot fiction. Let me know what you think. - J
Lori came back to her dorm room after what seemed like forever. She could barely remember when the day had started. Running her pale fingers through her long blonde hair, she rubbed the stress out of her scalp.
She opened the door to find her bookworm roommate, Mary Jane, in front of her computer, as usual. The redhead sat up quickly as if she had been caught doing something, straightening her bathrobe as she looked over to Lori’s entrance.
“Whatcha doin’, MJ? Surfing porn?” the sorority girl taunted.
“No!” MJ defended. “I was just… downloading something.” She turned back to her computer as she stowed a data cable under her desk.
Lori peeked over to see if there was anything incriminating on her screen, but only saw some website for VENUS CYBERNETICS. “Yeah, I’m sure you were.” Lori said this sarcastically, but honestly believed that her repressed roomie was in fact more interested in microchips than men. She sat down, removed her black heels and rubbed her gray-stocking feet.
From the corner, MJ moaned. “Uh-oh. Error in uploading virus protection.” She quickly started tapping at her keyboard and fiddling with her mouse.
Lori paid no mind to her as she stood and removed her white sweater. It was as she was unzipping her plaid skirt that she noticed that MJ’s typing speed had increased. The quick tapping had evolved into almost an erratic buzz. Lori glanced over to see MJ’s eyes open wide as the computer, now switched over to a C-prompt, filled with text at a phenomenal rate.
“Hey Mary Jane, you OK?”
“I am fine, Lori.” MJ replied without blinking. “Just a liiiittle problem with my central processor, Lori. There is a 114% chance of a critical error if I do not fix it, Lori.”
Lori stared at MJ quizzically. “You need to get out more, girl.”
“Get out! More girl!” MJ mimicked in a stilted voice. She shook her head as if to clear it, then looked over at the blonde. “Jeez, I’m sorry, Search>Roommate>Name:CurrentTimeIndex. Could I have some privacy for a few-few-few-few minutes?”
In the back of her mind, Lori thought about going for the phone. MJ was obviously having some sort of fit. But she found herself frozen watching her with the same fascination one would have watching a car crash in slow motion.
Suddenly MJ yelled, “DAMMIT! WHY IS NOT THE VIRUS PROTECTION WORK…” then stopped short, and stood up quickly, knocking over her computer chair. Then she bent stiffly at the waist, her nose a couple of centimeters over her computer keyboard, looking very much like a chicken pecking the ground. “Cascade-failure- personality-profile-partitions-deteriorating-sexual-systems-randomizing” The redhead bolted upright and in a series of three clumsy moves, placed her splayed hands on her breasts. Her lips pursed and eyebrows arched as an alto moan escaped her lips.
Lori, wearing nothing but her bra, panties and stockings, trembled slightly as she watched her roommate have her breakdown. Her nerves were completely on edge. She had no idea what to do.
MJ started to mumble as she jerkily rubbed her large tits through her terrycloth robe. “Uh-ma… uh-ma-ma… buh-buh-buuuuuuuuuh… fu-fu-fu-fuck me.” She turned ninety degrees to face the wall, then started to march face-first against her bulletin board. The notes there swished as she waddled in place like a blind penguin, mechanically repeating her request for fucking.
Lori suddenly realized that the voluptuous coed was a robot, and having quite a hard time at the moment. She looked down at her own breasts and saw she was as well. Her nipples strained at the satin B-cups of her bra. The revelation that her roommate was not a girl but a thing was, surprisingly, turning her on.
MJ spun around in place, her face screwed up into a joker’s smile. She beckoned to Lori in a sing-song voice. “I fucking need to fuck your fuck fuck fuck.” Her head cocked off to the side, her mussed hair flopping along with it. “Virus corrrrruuuptiiiing geeeenderrrrr recognition,” the malfunctioning android blithered. She refocused on Lori. “You are so FUCKING HOT!!!” Trying to get to the blonde, she spastically danced around the toppled chair and simultaneously attempted to remove her robe, tearing it in several places.
To be continued.....
Lori came back to her dorm room after what seemed like forever. She could barely remember when the day had started. Running her pale fingers through her long blonde hair, she rubbed the stress out of her scalp.
She opened the door to find her bookworm roommate, Mary Jane, in front of her computer, as usual. The redhead sat up quickly as if she had been caught doing something, straightening her bathrobe as she looked over to Lori’s entrance.
“Whatcha doin’, MJ? Surfing porn?” the sorority girl taunted.
“No!” MJ defended. “I was just… downloading something.” She turned back to her computer as she stowed a data cable under her desk.
Lori peeked over to see if there was anything incriminating on her screen, but only saw some website for VENUS CYBERNETICS. “Yeah, I’m sure you were.” Lori said this sarcastically, but honestly believed that her repressed roomie was in fact more interested in microchips than men. She sat down, removed her black heels and rubbed her gray-stocking feet.
From the corner, MJ moaned. “Uh-oh. Error in uploading virus protection.” She quickly started tapping at her keyboard and fiddling with her mouse.
Lori paid no mind to her as she stood and removed her white sweater. It was as she was unzipping her plaid skirt that she noticed that MJ’s typing speed had increased. The quick tapping had evolved into almost an erratic buzz. Lori glanced over to see MJ’s eyes open wide as the computer, now switched over to a C-prompt, filled with text at a phenomenal rate.
“Hey Mary Jane, you OK?”
“I am fine, Lori.” MJ replied without blinking. “Just a liiiittle problem with my central processor, Lori. There is a 114% chance of a critical error if I do not fix it, Lori.”
Lori stared at MJ quizzically. “You need to get out more, girl.”
“Get out! More girl!” MJ mimicked in a stilted voice. She shook her head as if to clear it, then looked over at the blonde. “Jeez, I’m sorry, Search>Roommate>Name:CurrentTimeIndex. Could I have some privacy for a few-few-few-few minutes?”
In the back of her mind, Lori thought about going for the phone. MJ was obviously having some sort of fit. But she found herself frozen watching her with the same fascination one would have watching a car crash in slow motion.
Suddenly MJ yelled, “DAMMIT! WHY IS NOT THE VIRUS PROTECTION WORK…” then stopped short, and stood up quickly, knocking over her computer chair. Then she bent stiffly at the waist, her nose a couple of centimeters over her computer keyboard, looking very much like a chicken pecking the ground. “Cascade-failure- personality-profile-partitions-deteriorating-sexual-systems-randomizing” The redhead bolted upright and in a series of three clumsy moves, placed her splayed hands on her breasts. Her lips pursed and eyebrows arched as an alto moan escaped her lips.
Lori, wearing nothing but her bra, panties and stockings, trembled slightly as she watched her roommate have her breakdown. Her nerves were completely on edge. She had no idea what to do.
MJ started to mumble as she jerkily rubbed her large tits through her terrycloth robe. “Uh-ma… uh-ma-ma… buh-buh-buuuuuuuuuh… fu-fu-fu-fuck me.” She turned ninety degrees to face the wall, then started to march face-first against her bulletin board. The notes there swished as she waddled in place like a blind penguin, mechanically repeating her request for fucking.
Lori suddenly realized that the voluptuous coed was a robot, and having quite a hard time at the moment. She looked down at her own breasts and saw she was as well. Her nipples strained at the satin B-cups of her bra. The revelation that her roommate was not a girl but a thing was, surprisingly, turning her on.
MJ spun around in place, her face screwed up into a joker’s smile. She beckoned to Lori in a sing-song voice. “I fucking need to fuck your fuck fuck fuck.” Her head cocked off to the side, her mussed hair flopping along with it. “Virus corrrrruuuptiiiing geeeenderrrrr recognition,” the malfunctioning android blithered. She refocused on Lori. “You are so FUCKING HOT!!!” Trying to get to the blonde, she spastically danced around the toppled chair and simultaneously attempted to remove her robe, tearing it in several places.
To be continued.....
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